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nicelytousled · 3 years

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As we're on the topic of a potential sequel explaining the immortality of the old guard, despite agreeing that it is probably better left alone since they would only have like 2 hours and I want Quyhn to have time to shine, I'm gonna play devil's advocate because I've been sitting on some Thoughts™ about it. What if their healing is not simply regenerative but rather reversal, a kind of time travel?

warning: this post contains body horror pls proceed with caution

I think it would be cool if their bodies were their own unique contained alternative timelines and healing was sort of like recalling a memory. When you remember an event you're not remembering the initial event itself but rather the last time you remembered it. Healing and coming back to life would mean rewinding to the last time they were healthy/alive. I think that could explain basic things like why their hair grows back the same way, why they have scars or piercing holes from before their first death, etc.

To explain what I mean in more depth let's use Nicky's spleen as an example. Let's say Dr. Kozak removes Nicky's spleen, puts it in a jar, and sets it aside. That spleen now exists in two different timelines: the timeline of the external world where it's in the jar and the timeline of Nicky's body after it reverses to the last time he had a spleen. That would also mean there's nothing remarkable about their DNA, something an anon bought up in an ask to @wickedpact which I thought was interesting. Dr. Kozak's samples would be effectively useless, just ordinary organs and tissue samples that abide by different rules of time only within the context of their bodies.

It could also explain how their bodies reject bullets and how they would be immune to disease. If their bodies are their own contained alternative timelines and all their atoms abide by different physical laws then anything that entered that differing timeline would be reversed and rejected. For example, when Nile stabs Andy if Andy hadn't pulled the knife out then eventually her body would have pushed it out by itself. I think this would also make very traumatic injuries like being beheaded easier to explain. Instead of growing an entirely new head from nothing they would instead revert back to the last time they had a head.

To explain what I mean further, if I place my hand flat against a wall then my hand and that wall are made of the same essential stuff, it's all just atoms buzzing around together in different combinations abiding by the same laws of physics. If Nile with her newfound immortality put her hand flat against a wall it would be different. Her hand and the wall would not be made of the same essential stuff because her atoms are buzzing away to a totally different tune than the wall she's touching. They can interact but they are fundamentally different because Nile's body is its own unique dimension with different rules about how time works.

Off the top of my head, I think this is interesting in regard to the story of The Old Guard for these reasons:

It might be interesting to explore exactly what results in someone transitioning from the timeline the rest of the world operates in into their own embodied dimension. We don't yet know the circumstances of Quyhn or Lykon's first deaths, but going by Andy, Nile, Booker, Joe, and Nicky they probably all share the setting of war and the experience of very intense emotion, for example, betrayal, hatred, and fear. What is it about war specifically? What is it about those emotions? What do the characters think about these shared similarities? They could dig a lot deeper than destiny and misery loves company.

It could also add some depth to how they dream of one another before they meet. The dreams are from an outside perspective, which on my last rewatch I thought was odd. It's not like you're in someone else's head when you dream of them, rather you're being shown their face from some non-existent perspective. It's like they're being orbited by something, as if they're each the centre of a different plane of reality.

It would explain how Quyhn could be awake for long enough that Nile could dream about her in such detail. Her body would be constantly returning to the point where she took her last breath, reverting to when it last had oxygen. I think that's more terrifying than the idea that she's simply regenerating, to have been submerged for hundreds of years but to have your body constantly reverting to the state it was in the last moment you had above the surface.

^ side note on the above points but The Old Guard has the potential to be a kind of cosmic horror story I think, especially from Quyhn's perspective. Her body constantly turns back time but her present remains the same and there's no escape and no way of knowing why. I might make a separate post some time about The Old Guard in relation to the fear of the unknown and the discovery of incomprehensible truths. Much to think about there.

I also think this version of immortality is interesting because it's such a contrast to how healing works for ordinary people, and how emotional healing works specifically. Healing is never about returning to the place you once were before you were hurt, something that's often impossible to achieve and distorted by memory, but rather about building yourself back up while accepting that hurt as a part of you. Both Andy and Booker are carrying around unprocessed grief, and I think it's interesting how their bodies could be so out of sync with how humans heal emotionally. That must wear on them psychologically and that could be interesting to explore.

On a much lighter note, if they are their own contained alternative timelines then maybe Joe and Nicky are perfectly in sync. Not to quote Bronte wildly out of context but I'm talking "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" kind of stuff. I'm talking when @emjee wrote "They’re a binary star system, Joe thinks. Two bodies, one single point of light.” Maybe they're perfectly mirrored, orbiting one another. Maybe because of that they're guaranteed to stop being immortal together too, I think that would be nice.

Really, I do agree with Greg that a sequel should be focused on characters and relationships rather than exploring the how's and why's of their immortality. In 2 hours it would be better to dedicate time to incorporating something like flashbacks like Greg says, maybe to show the tension between past and present with Andy and Quyhn.

I think my more general point is that if a potential sequel did explore the how's and why's of immortality, I think there might be a sweet spot where they could give us more information about how it works without revealing everything (like they did with Copley's big board of stuff). Sometimes information like that can ask more questions than it answers, and it can strengthen character arcs when interpreted by the protagonists, and I think that can be great for storytelling. Personally, I wouldn't mind seeing that in a third film.

#the old guard #the old guard meta #long post #bird makes stuff #tw body horror #i use the word interesting far far too much #its almost midnight forgive me #does this even make any sense? who knows #why does a post need to make sense is it not enough to read a collection of words next to each other

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boymeetsweevil · 4 years

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Masterlist

who says i love you first

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 1336w Your tiny existential crisis + Namjoon during bedtime

welcome to my channel (KNJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 659w “5k Sub! Unisex Brow Grooming Tutorial feat. Joon :)”

baby genius**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ~2300w “In which you’re very smart and Namjoon has a tiny garter belt fetish”

dead man sells no toes**

Witch!Reader, Halloweentown AU, ~5200w “Your thoughts have a mind of their own when it comes to the cute delivery human with the mysterious tattoos”

call me maybe*

Idol-AU (kinda), club meet-cute AU, ~6600w

At first you were just trying to get some free drinks out of some guy at the bar, but then it becomes a lot more

warm fuzzies*

Non-Idol AU, slice of life, ~6200w “In which Jjangu AND his owner, Kim Seokjin, fall for you”

welcome to my channel (KSJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1208w “Dyeing @Eat_Jin ‘s hair and avocado mask DIY :)))”

hell’s kitchen

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ‘crack’, ~2200w “It’s Jin’s birthday and it’s a hot ass mess because you can’t keep a secret”

and wrapped your arms around my neck** (req)

established relationship AU, part vampire!Seokjin, pwp, ~2000w “Vamp!Jin if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, this is 90% just sex yall”

punch drunk love*

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, 1742w Emotional constipation means sometimes you have to beat emotions out. Or, in this case, finger-flick them out.

welcome to my channel (MYG)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 626w “New M.A.C lip tints feat. my roommate :)”

the min booty diaries** (req) - 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Idol AU, body/self-esteem issues

“Join Min Yoongi on his journey to becoming an ass man OR ~5 instances in which Yoongi realized he had a serious thing for your ass”

ode to wine

Idol AU, establised relationship AU, 900w

“A moment alone with Yoongi after the award show has come and gone”

off the deep end**

Mermaid!Yoongi, College AU, interspecies canoodling, a bit angsty, ~17,500w

“Your new mermaid friend, Yoongi, helps you navigate the treacherous waters of love, sex, and National Geographic.”

bump and grind*

Idol AU, BH employee!Reader, ~3000w

“If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them.”

welcome to my channel (JHS)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1164w

“Unisex nail care routine feat. Hobi and red wine ;)”

who’s your favorite**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, misbehaving in a Chili’s, ~1400w

“If you ask the man himself, it takes a half a year of going to a shitty family restaurant after work on Fridays for Hoseok to become your favorite. In reality, though, he just didn’t get the joke. OR

‘I give you dick. Good dick!’”

cover you in constellations

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 987w

“Happy birthday to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful”

hoping for the best**

Non-Idol AU, Lifeguards!Reader and Hoseok, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, ~24,300w

“He knows you two are linked though. You must know it too. It’s impossible to deny when you both reach climax at the same time during your first time, the breath leaving him like you knocked it out and your eyes rolling into the back of your head like he scratched stars there for only you to see.”

sleeping bags (and other unconventional cures for insomnia) (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, enemies to more than friends, ~2500w

Based off the prompt “snowed in with your enemy at a ski resort”

watch yourself**

Non-Idol AU, Dressing room Attendant!Hoseok, exhibitionist!Hoseok, ~7770w

“It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen”

mistletoe

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, Christmas AU?, ~3300w

“Jimin just can’t seem to get a moment alone with you at this christmas party, and you just can’t seem to stop baking…”

welcome to my channel (PJM)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1093w

“Drugstore Haul plus mini Sephora Haul and Surprise :)”

blue, not blanc** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~4500w

Based off the prompt: ‘can u do a jimin smut where he has a thing for panties’

me, you, and this thing we have between us** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~3700w

You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

slippery slopes ahead** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~6600w

“‘Look at you,’ he coos. ‘All this time I thought you were shy.’”

childhood bestie (bullet)

Non-Idol Au, Childhood Besties!Reader and Taehyung, 943w

what it would be like if you and taehyung’s moms were bffs, so you and taehyung were bffs from birth

welcome to my channel (KTH)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 667w

“Using Tom Ford Luna highlighters on my neighbor ;)”

a day in the life

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Roommates!Reader and Taehyung, slice of life, ~1900w

“A typical day living with Kim Taehyung consists of constant fights for the blanket and watching him steal your crop tops”

cougar** - 1, 2

Non-Idol AU, College AU, (slightly) Older!Reader, ~1400w + ~4700w

“…guys like him give off two very conflicting vibes. The first says ‘Wow, look at this handsome young man, I hope my kids are that beautiful’. The second says, ‘Wow, I want to have his kids’”

hectic halloween

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Best friends!Reader and Taehyung, language, ~1400w

Tae invites you to a Playboy™️ themed halloween party and a wardrobe malfuction of sorts occurs.

breathe you in** (req)

Popstar!Reader, Non-Idol!Taehyung, exes to lovers, ~7800w

Based on the prompt: Can I pls request an ex lovers trope with taehyung where you broke up with him , but he shows you he loves you and was never over you and wants to be together again? Thanks!

(welcome to) camp lonely heart**

Camp Counselors!Reader and Taehyung, fun with walkie talkies, friends to lovers, ~15,600w

It’s possible to find love in all sorts of places: In bars, in school, on apps. But what about through a walkie talkie?

heat index**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, 2700w

“The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you”

blood of the covenant* (to be rebooted) - 1, 2

Vampire!Reader, Human!Jungkook, College AU, Post-Apocalyptic(?) AU, 3476w+ ~3700w

“You’re an unregistered vampire trying your hardest to save up enough to go to school by working long hours and giving up meals. Unfortunately, the local university refuses to enroll starving vampires like yourself because they’re seen as threats. Desperate to get in, you take up Jeon Jungkook’s shady offer to help”

welcome to my channel (JJK)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1038w

“Cutting Men’s hair and talking about life feat. Kook :)”

blind!reader* (req)

Non-Idol AU, Blind!Reader, College AU, 4422w

Based off the prompt: Hi! I have a bts request! so the "prompt" is y/n were love at first sight for him, but y/n's life motto is "love is blind" because y/n is actually blind. this is just for fun, but I'd really like to read your take on it!! you can pick any of the boys. :)

for science**

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Nerd!Jungkook, very dramatic

“Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.”

The most magical place in hell (req)

Takes place somewhere after the events of FS, the gang goes on vacation...

bts as types of drunks

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, 2073w

the seven chaotic drunks™️ embodied

bts as types of (weird) babies in your daycare

Pre-school teacher!Reader, Babies!BTS, 4610w

the seven chaotic babies™️ embodied

bts as types of boyfriends

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~3295w

the seven chaotic boyfriends™️ embodied

sweetstupid moments with bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2054w

More boyfriend shenanigans

sleepovers with sleepy bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2109w

Even more boyfriend shenanigans

SS series (under construction)

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

and then there were two** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, ~3480w

Based on the prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”

Sequel: and then there were finals**(req), 2k

Based on the prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.”

in your court (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, clueless crushes and matchmaking, ~10,900w

Based on the prompt: “what about ,, bff!haechan trying to set taeil and his awkward ass up with oc Or awkward!oc with his basketball teammate jaehyun. Honestly anything with bff!haechan.”

binary stars (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, friends to lovers, ~8,400w

love sometimes takes the form of gravity

Based on the prompt: “bff!hyuck + friends to lovers. college au and slightly nsfw or however nsfw u wanna make it”

the shape you make**

Non-Idol AU, Halloweentown AU, ~4,100w

“For both you and Johnny, there is something big holding you back from being intimate. At the yearly Harvest party, that something big becomes something known.”

Part of the Intimacy Anthology Project!

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

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autistic--cryptid · 3 years

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INFODUMP ABOUT UNDERTALE TO ME RIGHT NOW :O /POS

(about Anything At All idc if its rambly bullet points or anything pls im begging u this is lichrally my special interest cmon pleaseee /lh)

OKOK I WILL!!! /pos

cant put this under the cut on mobile so here’s your warning that this will b a very long post!!

random chara hearcanons + ramblings bc CHARA MY BELOVED!!!

i might be projecting but i hc that chara has depression and ptsd! we know they hated people bc of what asriel says during the epilogue, “I know why Chara climbed the mountain. It wasn't for a very happy reason. Frisk. I'll be honest with you. Chara hated humanity.” and i think they hate humanity so much bc of some trauma other people caused. chara is angry and upset, and probably starts to hate humanity more once they learn about all of the pain humans have caused monsters. they aren’t evil or mean, they’re traumatized and hate people because they’ve been hurt so many times

i like to think that chara is so close with asriel in part bc he was one of the first people they felt like they could fully trust. asriel was with them through everything, saved them, gave them a home, etc. i think chara loved him so much in part bc asriel was there for them when everyone else had hurt them

i think chara erases the world at the end of the genocide run because of frisk’s actions in that run and not bc they themselves are cruel. chara is smart, they know that a frisk who would kill all monsters would likely be interested in destroying things alongside chara. the way i see it, chara is angry. they had to watch frisk kill their friends and family, the monsters who took them in and protected them after they had been hurt so bad by humans. chara watched them hurt asriel after he cried and begged for them not to hurt him. they watched frisk reset over and over at every save point, trying to hard to kill everyone and everything and not stopping even when they themselves are struck down. and they don’t have a body anymore so they couldn’t do anything to stop it. genocide run frisk shows what chara hates in humanity: mercilessness and cruelity for the sake of cruelity. they want to get revenge on frisk and stop them from hurting alphys and the monsters who hid and escaped. they want to stop frisk from hurting people beyond the barrier. chara constantly says “just finish the job” throughout the run because they’re exhausted and can’t stand watching frisk hurt these monsters anymore, they just want everything to end. the reason they only come out at the end is fear, in part, and the fact that watching asriel be killed despite his cries and begs was the last thing they could take. when they say “it’s me, chara!” in the mirror in toriel’s home rather than “it’s you” i like to think it’s for a similar reason that sans says “pretend to be a human” to frisk, and for the same reason that some theorize he would make fake blood at the end of the battle with him. chara wants frisk to see another person, hoping maybe they’ll find some goodness and humanity. just like some theorize that sans would use ketchup as fake blood to make frisk see that they’re hurting people like themselves as well, chara wants frisk to see that frisk is human to remind them of any good humanity they might have. they aren’t evil and they aren’t seeing themselves in frisk’s actions, they’re trying to stop frisk from hurting everyone and trying to get revenge on frisk for the pain they’ve caused. the reason why you get a photo with chara and everyone’s faces crossed out or a chara nightmare when you finish a pacifist run after a genocide run is chara reminding frisk of the pain they caused and showing them that the atrocities they committed aren’t something they can just erase and move on from. chara just wants monsters to be happy and to be ok and they hate that once again a human has taken that happiness away from monsters, but they know a reset won’t stop frisk because they will just start over, so if they erase the world and take frisk’s soul for frisk to get it back they can hope that without that soul and determination frisk can’t reset anymore and thus no more genocide run, even though that ultimately isn’t the case. chara just wants to help monsters and they’re angry at her another human for hurting them

asriel says in the epilogue that chara wanted to hurt the humans in the village when they attacked asriel and them, but once again it’s not bc chara is evil or violent, it’s bc they were traumatized by humans and and this is like a fight response to those triggers, and also bc they wanted to protect asriel!!!

chara’s plan to collect 7 human souls as talked about in the tape was for the good of monsters, not so they could hurt humans. they wanted monsters to go free and to live a normal life with their monster family. when they say “our plan had failed, hadn’t it?” in the genocide run they’re referring to their goal of freeing and saving monsters, not like, killing the people that asriel wouldn’t fight. chara wanted to save monsters and to break the barrier, they didn’t want their soul to fuse with asriel because they knew that meant their soul couldn’t be one of the 7 to free monsters. when frisk killed the monsters in the genocide route it meant that monsters weren’t free or safe, their plan with asriel to free monsters from the underground and save them from the prison humans put them in had failed because once again a human had taken everything from them

on a lighter note, pacifist run chara narrates and translates for frisk! chara and frisk likely come from the same village seeing as they’re both able to just go up the mountain and see what’s there, so they probably know the same form of sign language. frisk is mute and signs things to chara, who translates over the phone for them. they also describe everything around frisk since they’ve lived there before and know what everything is while frisk doesn’t know. when they don’t know what to say, they describe stuff! they probably aren’t sure what to make of the mettaton fight since they’ve never seen mettaton ex before, so they say “smells like mettaton”. they don’t know about the amalgamates so they say “smells like sweet lemons” during your fight with lemon bread

the mummy wrappings in the red soul coffin were for chara. asriel removed them from their coffin and carried them off to the village before those supplies could’ve been used. when he brought chara back in after they were attacked, toriel took them out to the flower bed in the ruins where they initially landed to give them a propel burial, and then chose to live in the ruins specifically to take care of chara. chara is buried under the flowers right at the start of the ruins which is why asriel refuses to leave in the epilogue and says “someone has to take care of these flowers.” it’s also in part why toriel is so sad and lonely, being in the ruins and visiting her child daily makes her remember the pain she felt losing chara and asriel and it makes her extra worried about losing frisk and the other humans. through visiting chara like this, both asriel and toriel can see them and talk to them even though they’re mostly gone

asriel and chara were the ones who left those echo flower messages about wishes. chara was the one who laughed and said “it’s just funny, that’s my wish too”

just like kris, chara also had little red horns. chara didn’t like that they were human since they hated humans, but loved monsters and wished they were one. asriel made them little paper horns to be more monster-like, and eventually toriel sewed them an pair and put it on a headband so they could stay on their head

not really a headcanon or theory, just a note. there’s lots of similarities between kris and chara: red eyes, knives, portrayed as “strange”, likes to scare other people (kris hiding under noelle’s bed and putting ketchup on their arms to scare her, and chara doing their creepy face to asriel in the tape—they likely did it before cause asriel had to have known what it was so there’s nothing saying they only do it when asked by asriel), a bit secluded and like to be alone (toriel is no longer upset with kris when she finds out they didn’t answer her calls bc they were with a friend, chara is only ever shown or talked about in relation to asriel or their parents), both kind of get rid of their soul in some way (kris removes their soul and chara like died to give their soul to the monsters), both have similar outfits (although kris looks more like frisk in their face and hair), very close to their asriel, both like monsters, both have mostly obscured eyes until the ending of the game, etc.

chara can only verbally talk to frisk, but they can talk through the phone, similar to how asriel spoke to frisk on the phone at the end of the true lab even though he didn’t have his soul back then and was still a flower, and similar to how you can understand the memory head amalgamate when you use your phone. frisk is one of the few people who can hear their voice irl

chara can verbally talk with mettaton, mew mew, and nabstablook since they were all once ghosts/are ghosts. mettaton sometimes helps chara to speak and to appear to crowds bc they can use his microphones to speak since that’s technology and chara can use his advice to show their own incorporeal form more clearly. chara and nabstablook get along very well as shy ghosts who are best friends with their family

chara and frisk become best friends in pacifist runs :3 frisk returns the the underground sometimes to talk to asriel and lets chara speak to him while they visit through their phone, and eventually chara convinces asriel to come back with them and to live with them again (yes i know this isn’t possible in canon shhhhhhh)

chara is autistic and has adhd. they also have chronic pain and use a cane as a result of their chronic pain and bc of a long lasting injury they sustained from falling into the underground, or they float as a ghost

#UNDERTALE SPECIAL INTEREST POG!!!#HONESTLY ME TOO ME TOO WAS A BIG SP.IN WHEN IT CAME OUT SND STILL IS TODAY!!#ask #undertale #special interest #cirrus says things #tw// character death

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movingaccountstbh · 4 years

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So let's talk about Overhaul. (Obv S4 SPOILERS FOR MHA)

So I know we're all thinking, he's a villain. He abused a child, and this makes him a terrible person. Right?

Wrong. If you think so, I mean... it doesn't make you wrong actually. But I think it's more of a "wrong idea" kinda thing.

To be fair, this is all just a rant on my perspective because, I am a huge Overhaul fan. No, not because of his looks. Not because of his physical appearance at all, and I can't really tell you for sure if it has anything to do with his personality. But here's what I can tell you for sure- the reason he did what he did (while the way he went about it was wrong, absolutely wrong) drew me in and I found myself kinda sympathetic. Mind you I first met him in the manga and did not remember him until rewatching the anime. And then first time I watched season 4, I hated his guts. Really, I did. And even rewatching it with my sister (who is @sleepysampai in case you're wondering) I hated him, though I once again understood his reasoning to some degree. My sister can tell you, when I first saw him on screen again I was prolly snarling like some rabid dog because I was so upset at his existence. But then I watched that scene where his arms get taken away. And holy heck. That expression. Y'know, this one:

Dag. It... the entirety of this... idk how to describe it. I thought it would bring me satisfaction but ohhh no. I cannot tell you how much... PAIN I felt. Well, not very surprising coming from an empath, or at least somewhat of an empath, but. Yeah. That's when I found myself falling for Overhaul. No, not because he was in pain and I liked that look on his face, I'm not a sadist... I think.

But it was because, ultimately... that expression looked like a cry for help. And my heart really said, "yo idc if ur a villain pls lemme be ur hero- is that cool w/u Renny? it's not???? well too bad bye"

Aaand yeah. So now here I am, ranting about him. And how I think, idk if this is a popular or unpopular opinion but... I 100% firmly believe that Kai deserves redemption. In fact, I am so in love with this thought of Kai redeeming himself that I have made a few comics based off a redemption AU Kai. Although they're with my OC so yeah, y'all may not be interested... haha. Well. Anyways.

My point is, yes. Kai Chisaki did do bad things. Does that make him a terrible person? Well... No, actually. Just think about it this way: He sinned. Without a doubt. Just like every other human being, he sinned. Maybe he sinned worse than many other humans, but... we all sin and make mistakes. Maybe we don't all think we deserve to be forgiven for our sins, but... really, we all deserve a second chance. See, there's two people in this world I cannot bring myself to forgive; namely, someone who hurt me really bad, and myself. And they're both connected to the same event. The underlying reasons. The reasons why we do bad things.

See, just think. People commit crimes such as stealing. Some people certainly don't steal for good reasons, yeah? But then you have those people stealing to provide for their families, their friends, their pets or whatever. It all comes down to perspective and underlying reasons. Now, Kai's reason for ultimately using Eri was because he wanted the yakuza to rule society like it used to. It was his way of paying back the old man for saving his life and helping him. The problem was nothing more than that he had it all twisted and wrong in his head. I think, to some degree, we're all at least a little twisted. Except Mogami Jun. He's an angel.

Um, anyways... the way he went about repaying the old man was absolutely wrong. He definitely should not have 1) put said old man in a coma, 2) proceed to use the old man's granddaughter to make quirk-erasing bullets and abuse her and 3) kill Sir Nighteye and hurt sun Mirio.

Because, Overhaul:

No killing people's vibes. Or people. K? K. Moving on, yeah. I think you get what I'm saying.

So to wrap up my rant thing... Overhaul did bad things, yes, but that doesn't make him a terrible person. You can and have done terrible things, perhaps not to the same extent, but that doesn't make you a terrible person who is beyond redemption.

So I just thought I'd say that... It's probably not valid or anything bc I'm super tired and it's 3:33am. But I've felt the need to rant about it since yesterday sometime so yeah. Anyways... sorry. G'bye and I'm sorry for making you deal with my long post about Overhaul n stuff ✌ just as a bonus for the pain take some blushie Overhaul doodles I did like a week ago or smth

Oh and as a bonus take this one panel from my comic bc yeah.... he soft towards my OC bc they used to be best friends. anyways BYE AND IM SORRY

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #overhaul #mha season 4 #mha s4 #mha s4 spoilers #bnha season 4 #bnha s4 #bnha s4 spoilers #sorry for the rant #rant post

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anon your MIND…

YE━(｡･`ω´･｡)ゞ ━S!!

Idk if you meant this as a request but I did it!!! I hope you like this incredibly spur of the moment, university wicked au lmfaoaoooo

5kish words, gen, asmo/solomon

“I can’t concentrate on coursework or go to bed if you’ve got someone moaning in your bed every other night.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Asmo sniffs, and Solomon very quickly finds the situation slipping through his fingers. All of his phenomenally constructed arguments for why Asmo should be a respectful roommate have disintegrated in the face of Asmo’s pure obstinance. “Besides, where would I take my partners if not to my room?”

“Their rooms. A car. A bathroom. A dark alcove somewhere. I don’t care--anywhere else but here.”

Pls keep in mind a bunch of small notes:

-I haven’t seen Wicked, only listened to the soundtrack! I don’t remember what happened to make them room together/much of the plot hahaha. This is less of a wicked au and more a magical college au, whoooo~ -I made up so much shit for this. I was pulling lore outta my ass like nobody’s business -Everyone is human! -I skipped around a lot, so if there’s something that doesn’t make sense pls ask and I’ll clarify hahaha, I wanted to keep this short!! (is,.... 5k short...)

“We're all supposedly the best of the best, and yet none of us could stop a burst pipe," Solomon bemoans the status of their old dormitory.

“In our defense, it happened in the middle of the night and we had no idea what was going on?" Simeon offers, tilting his head with a sympathetic smile.

"But midway through the semester!" Solomon won't admit that the loss of one of his few friends being constantly at his side is more daunting than he thought it would be. Simeon is a phenomenal roommate, and understands Solomon better than anyone.

With the unfortunate mad dash to get all the affected students into new, undamaged rooms, the two of them are being split up, and now Solomon will have to get used to another, likely annoying roommate.

"I never realized you were this dependent on me." Simeon teases, and Solomon glares at him. Simeon swirls himself around in Solomon’s desk chair while Solomon walks by, cardboard box in his arms. Just to annoy him, his foot shoots out to stop Simeon mid-spin, and Simeon huffs, looking up at him.

“Didn’t you say you were going to help?” Solomon asks.

Simeon laughs.

“You asked me to come help move boxes? I thought it was for sure because of you freaking out at getting a new roommate.” Solomon’s lips quirk downwards, and turns his head away with a scoff as he brings the box to the corner of his new dorm. Simeon props an elbow up on Solomon’s desk and watches the other.

“What could you possibly do to help with that?” Solomon asks, palm pressing to the box and releasing the sealing spell on it. “Do you have a solution for this?”

He gestures at the other half of the (thankfully) large room.

Instead of the traditional bunk bed and lower desk set like on Solomon's side of the room, the other half of the room consists of a large wardrobe as additional closet space, an extravagant vanity filled with beauty products, and a nest. A massive nest of pillows, sheets, and blankets—describing it feels ridiculous, but to look on its glory is surprisingly enticing. It does look… very comfortable.

“I think it looks rather nice,” Simeon examines the fairy lights strung up around the walls near the bed. The edges of his roommate's influence barely encroach onto what Solomon would consider to be his side, but as he’s the one imposing on this person’s space halfway into the year… he’ll bite his tongue.

Realistically, there’s no reason for RAD to have shared dorm rooms--the school is prestigious enough that each student could probably get their own living suite… but the chancellor of their particular location is the direct son of the president. He’s a bit eccentric, and enthusiastically vocal about the benefits of shared dorms as integral to the relationships they develop with their peers.

(There are things Solomon’s heard of him too: how he’s the youngest person in his role, how despite the accusations of nepotism he’s completely taken the magical community by storm in his unconventional approach to education.

An interesting man that Solomon would enjoy meeting face to face, rather than admire on a podium, even if he is quite handsome.)

Simeon purses his lips, before snapping his fingers, “A privacy screen?”

Solomon rolls his eyes hard enough that they feel like falling out of his sockets.

“I don’t know why you’re so up in arms about this. I’m sure your roommate will be fine,” Simeon says then, gentle--Solomon looks at the opposite side of the room and has his doubts. “It’ll be good for you to try making more than three friends, you know.”

Taking the books out of the box and lining them up on the shelves of the book case, Solomon tosses a glance back at Simeon.

Simeon isn’t wrong.

Solomon could be the most powerful sorcerer in the world, but it means absolutely nothing if he can’t effectively operate in the modern magical community. Maybe if he was born several hundred years earlier he could have swept up the world in the sheer magnitude of his power, but nowadays, politics infect everything. Solomon can’t patent a spell to wipe his ass without a sponsor, and no one wants to sponsor the intense kid with a bad attitude.

His ability to cast magic without any kind of aide or incantation launched him into the spotlight at an early age. Solomon has always been aware of what other people thought of him. When empty praise didn’t ingratiate his sycophants to him, it just as easily turned to criticism; kids are cruel, after all. As a result, Solomon has always struggled connecting with others.

By the time he realized he would have to work on his people skills to get anywhere, he was halfway through high school with a bad reputation, no friends, and no open doors.

(Funnily enough, it was around the same time that he met Simeon that he realized he needed to be less of an asshole if he was to ever get anywhere in life.

Simeon has been integral in teaching Solomon "how to person", as he puts it.)

“Who’s your new roommate, anyway?” Simeon asks when Solomon doesn’t respond to his comment. “I don’t think you said their name.”

"Did I not?” Solomon hums, “It’s someone named Mephistopheles.”

“Mephistopheles?” Simeon parrots, head tilting to the side, “Didn’t he get expelled?”

As Solomon opens his mouth to question Simeon, the door handle jiggles as someone unlocks it.

It swings open unceremoniously, followed by the quiet moans and shuffling of clothes as two people stumble inside the threshold. Simeon and Solomon can only watch in stunned silence as the taller, curly haired man presses a shorter woman against the wall, his face fully obscured in the curve of her neck as he lavishes it in open mouthed kisses.

Her eyelids flutter, he must be doing a great job--but the second she makes eye contact with Solomon, she shrieks.

“Asmo, Asmo wait--” The girl bats at his chest, her face bright red, “There’s people here!” Asmo pulls his face away from her skin to look at the room, a gorgeous smile on his face as he notices the others does not falter in the slightest.

“Oh, you’re Solomon!” Asmo smiles, before looking at Simeon, “And you’re Simeon. Lovely to meet you both.” Solomon looks at Simeon for some kind of hint as to what the fuck he should do here, but Simeon also seems at a loss. Before either of them can say anything, Asmo slides a hand up the girl’s side to cup her cheek, speaking to them even as he stares deep into her eyes.

“Now, would the two of you kindly get out?”

The rest of living with Asmo is pretty much a continued repeat of their first meeting. Multiple times a week, sometimes once or twice in a day. Solomon has no fucking clue how someone like Asmo gets any schoolwork done, or hell, when the other gets sleep?

Regardless, it’s two weeks of Asmo getting laid and Solomon not getting proper amounts of sleep, and he’s sick of it.

“There need to be,” Solomon grimaces, swirling around in his desk chair but faltering as Asmo emerges from the bathroom, toweling his hair and jeans hanging low on his hips, “...ground rules.”

Asmo tilts his head, “Rules?” He says the words like it’s a foreign language, new and clunky in his pretty mouth. Solomon wants to sock him.

“You can’t keep bringing partners back here,” Solomon says. Asmo goes back to toweling his perfect fucking hair.

“And why is that?”

“I can’t concentrate on coursework or go to bed if you’ve got someone moaning in your bed every other night.”

“Their rooms. A dark alcove somewhere. A car. A bathroom. I don’t care--anywhere else but here.”

Asmo ponders this for a moment, before he shrugs his shoulders as he walks across the room to his drawers by the window, “Nope. I don’t think that’s considerate for them.” He digs through to presumably find a shirt, and Solomon bites the bullet.

“You’re on academic probation, aren’t you?” Solomon says, and Asmo freezes with his back turned to Solomon, tension evident in the line of his shoulders. When he turns around, his expression is colder than anything Solomon’s ever seen directed at him. In his brother Levi’s words, there it is: the infamous Bitch Smile.

“I didn’t know you cared about gossip,” Asmo looks like a dragon picking his teeth with human bones as he sits against the window sill.

The afternoon light drifting in through the sheer curtains casts him in an ethereal glow, and Solomon bites back his unnecessary request for Asmo to move out of such flattering lighting so he can negotiate with him properly.

“I don’t, which is how I know it’s true.”

“And? What? You’re going to try and blackmail me with this information?” Asmo sneers, but even crippling distaste is an attractive look for the other.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Solomon scoffs, “I’m offering to tutor you.”

Asmo blinks at that.

“I won’t tell anyone. You know my grades. Half of our required classes are together, so it’s not like it would put me under any more stress than not sleeping. And I’m not unreasonable,” Solomon says, “If you must bring people over, just let me know in advance and I’ll go to a coffee shop or the library. I do need to sleep, so I want them out by nine or ten at the latest.”

Asmo doesn’t immediately say no like Solomon thought he would, so things are already going much better than he expected. However, it still does not prepare him for Asmo’s response.

“Fine. Is that all you want?” He asks, and Solomon pointedly ignores the double entendre.

“I want one of the shelves in the bathroom cabinet,” Solomon blurts, because Asmo has too many beauty products and there’s no space for him in the current set up. Asmo’s brow rises, even as his mouth twist into a wry, surprised smile.

“Maybe.”

“I can work with maybe,” Solomon smiles in return, standing and extending his hand out for a shake. “It’s a deal, then?”

Asmo stares at the hand, his expression unreadable, before something seems to break. He pushes off the window sill and in a few short strides, huffing with laughter, “What’s with the handshake? So formal.”

Solomon doesn’t rise to the bait even if there is a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. This is the first time they’ve touched, he realizes as his magic hums as Asmo’s hand is warm and steady in his own.

“It’s a deal.” Asmo says, and there’s a hint of interest in his eyes as he seems to see Solomon in a new light.

Solomon doesn’t mean to overhear it. He spends so much time in RAD’s library that it’s essentially his second home.

“How’s your shady roommate?” He hears a voice say, and it’s familiar enough to jarr Solomon from his thoughts.

A tinkling laugh, and Solomon blinks in realization. Asmo? Solomon tries to not eavesdrop, tries so hard to not let his interest wander from the potion formula in front of him, because it really has been giving him trouble...

“He’s not bad. Too stiff. Looks great when he comes out of the shower,” Asmo purrs. Solomon feels the bright pink blush rise to his cheeks. They’re talking openly about this in a library, of all places. RAD’s library is unreasonably huge, though--even on a busy weekday, one could be several aisles away from another human being in this space.

They’re both taking the same potions class, so it’s not too far off the mark that they’d both be in the same area looking for reading materials. Solomon should really just leave before he hears anything else that makes his ears burn.

“I don’t trust him.” Asmo’s brother, Satan, says. Of course. Solomon grinds his teeth. Asmo hmms.

“He definitely has a weird powerful vibe about him. I don’t blame you. His face just looks like he’s up to something,” Solomon swallows the spike of hurt that hits at Asmo’s words, even if he’s heard them before. Two months since he started tutoring Asmo. Three months since he moved in. Their cohabitation isn’t domestic, but it is at least civil. “I’ve seen him sleep but I don’t believe it, you know? I’ve never seen him do anything for fun. He’s so pent up and proper that I’m not sure how he does it.”

“He doesn’t.” Satan tsks, “You’ve heard about what happened, right?” Solomon feels his blood run cold.

That was different. It was an accident. He was a child. He was weak then. Solomon would never do anything like that on purpose again. Surely, surely Asmo wouldn’t--

“Of course! It figures though, all the super powerful kids are fucked in the head. But other than that, he’s not bad.”

But he’s not bad. But he’s not bad. As if Solomon would ever settle for not bad after such an callous description of his person. Fury, the kind that makes his magic churn under his skin at a rolling boil, rises in him: at Satan, at Asmo, at himself for.. For what? Believing that Asmo may actually have been different? That they could have been friends?

“What was that?” Satan asks, likely sensing the swirl of Solomon’s magic.

Cursing inwardly, he wrangles his wild emotions under control through years of practice. He will not prove them right. Solomon closes his textbook. His chair screeches against the floor as he stands, Satan and Asmo crossing out of the aisle into the open study area where Solomon has been seated, completely unhidden.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Satan accuses, his bright green eyes sharp and disdainful.

Years and years of diligently studying. Never losing his temper. His single minded determination to better himself has erected a wall that others look on in contempt. Do not prove them right about you, Solomon tells himself, nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave red crescent marks. Do not let the rumors be true.

He cannot look at Asmo, so instead, he smiles at Satan.

“No,” Solomon laughs, and the politeness in it is so fake that it hurts, “I was studying for the same test that Asmo is studying for. Voices carry quite well in a library.”

Satan glances at Asmo, but Solomon still cannot look at him. Tossing his book haphazardly into his bag, he throws it over his shoulder.

“I’ll leave the two of you to it, then.”

“Solomon, hey, wait!” Solomon is not running away, but he has a very brisk pace and does not feel bad when Asmo has to job to catch up with him. “Listen, about what I said--”

Solomon stops sharply enough that Asmo almost runs into him, but Solomon uses his magic to help steady Asmo. It isn’t to be helpful, it’s to stop Asmo from getting close enough to touch him, as if that will protect him from all of these hurt, churning emotions. He exhales through his nose.

“Since you’re actually taking the time to go to the library… I don’t think you need my help anymore.” Solomon forces himself to look at Asmo, steeling himself against whatever petulant expression is probably on the other’s face.

“Right?”

Asmo’s face is not petulant in the slightest. He seems… upset? Solomon feels the beast snarl inside him, a lick of rage at the downtrodden expression on the other’s face. He gets caught shit talking him openly and then has the gall to look hurt when he gets his free tutoring cut off? Asmo’s family is disgustingly rich and well connected. Let him lose his pride and ask them for help.

Solomon will last the year. He and Simeon will room together next year. Asmodeus will not be what breaks him.

Asmo falters at the intensity of Solomon’s gaze, the severity of his words.

“... Right.” Asmo says, and Solomon lets his feet carry him away before either of them say anything else.

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After a week of tense, peaceful avoidance, Satan dropping into the seat opposite him at the campus coffee shop is the last thing Solomon expects.

“I apologize for my conduct the other day.”

Solomon blinks at him.

What is Satan doing here? Irritation immediately blossoms in his chest--he may not be furious anymore, but that doesn’t mean he wants to see Satan, nor had he expected to.

After cancelling their tutoring sessions, he’s made it a point to spend as little time in their (when had it become their room? It was always Asmo’s room at first) room as possible. Sure, it means spending garbage amounts of money on overpriced coffee and shitty wi-fi when the library gets too stuffy, but at least he can breathe.

None of that explains why Satan is here. Apologizing to him. Surely it must be some kind of a trap? A childish prank? Really? Would Asmo stoop so low? He doesn’t know either of these brothers enough to truly say. It’s best for him to be polite for now, until he can figure out Satan’s true motiv--

“You realize that a lot of people don’t trust you because there’s a moment on your face where you look like you’re actively plotting, and then you say some polite nonsense,” Satan says, and Solomon’s brain stops like a record screeching.

“Is this really an apology.” Solomon says, drily. Satan shrugs his shoulders.

“That was an observation. This is the apology.” Satan clears his throat, looking Solomon straight in the eyes. “It was unbecoming of me to speak of you like that in public. I should know better, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s what you thought,” Solomon says, because it’s true. It’s what they all think, and for a good chunk of his life, Solomon rarely tried to make them think differently.

“It was ignorant.” Satan’s bright green eyes stare into his own, and Solomon senses no dishonesty in his words. When Solomon speaks, he finds that he actually might believe them.

“Apology accepted.” Now leave me alone.

Satan narrows his eyes, “Really?” Solomon resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, really.”

“Will you speak to my brother again, then?”

“It’s a little presumptuous of you to ask for my forgiveness and a favor in the same breath.”

“Asmo flunked the last test,” Satan says, in lieu of a proper answer, “He’s in a world of shit at the moment.”

“Why doesn’t he try flirting with the professor?” Solomon scoffs.

Satan props his chin up on his hand with a lopsided smile that’s far more relaxed than he’s ever seen from the fourth brother, “That’s the thing, he hasn’t. Lucifer chewed him out about it and he took it with his tail between his legs rather than kick up a fit about it too.” Solomon’s quick mind lets him skip over the next lines of whatever shitty banter they’ve got to reach Satan’s point.

“You want me to tutor him again.” Solomon asks in disbelief, despite himself. Satan snorts and leans back.

“Nothing so pedantic as that,” Satan waves the notion away, “Just stop avoiding him at every turn, and hear what he has to say. If you’re still mad at him after that, then that’s perfectly reasonable too, considering my brother is one of the biggest assholes to ever exist. He’s unbearably dramatic when he gets into fights with his friends.”

“... Friends?”

Satan stares at him like he’s grown another head, “Obviously.”

Solomon laughs so hard, he’s sure that he’s confirmed all of Satan’s weird opinions of him.

“Solomon?” Asmo breathes his name, hand lingering on the doorknob as he enters the room to see Solomon sitting in his desk chair.

“Satan talked to me,” Solomon says, reveling in the stunned look on Asmo’s face, before crossing his arms, ”He apologized for what he said. And then he asked me to at least hear you out because you’re sulking.” Asmo pouts at Satan’s words, and Solomon quirks his brow.

“Is he wrong?”

In response to this, Asmo’s face looks pained, lips pressing together as he glances to the side. He’s like a petulant child, Solomon thinks, even if he’s somehow still amused by the other’s expression.

When Asmo looks at Solomon, and he throws his hands up in the air, “I shouldn’t have said it. There, are you happy?”

“Not really,” Solomon admits, “I understand why your brother might think that of me, but to hear it from someone that I’m helping out...” He adds a little bit of a softer, sadder tone to his voice to make Asmo writhe, and ha, does it work.

Asmo groans, ruffling his hands through his hair, “Alright, I’m a dick! Are you happy? I’m a gossipy bitch and I say things I shouldn’t. You helped me out and I.. took advantage of it. I’m sorry!” Asmo’s arms cross, and he looks so genuinely uncomfortable that Solomon wants to laugh.

“You’re terrible at this. I was confused as to why Satan might say I can still be mad at you after you say your piece but.. I get it. You’re even worse than he is at it, dare I say.”

“You haven’t met our eldest brother,” Asmo sniffs, before continuing, “Besides, words and emotions are hard, bodies are easier,” Asmo shrugs, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“You sound like a bad high school drama,” Solomon scoffs, rolling over Asmo’s affronted gasp, “In any case, I heard you flunked the last test we shared. Maybe if you spent less time flirting with the TA in that class, you could retain the information on the board.” Solomon brings his knuckles to his chin, holding his elbow in his other palm.

“It can’t be helped. If we can get you set up with some extra credit there and you ace the next few exams that should keep your grade above water.” Solomon runs the numbers in his head, but Asmo is waving his hands in the air.

“Wait, wait, waaaait! You’re forgiving me?”

“I’m considering it. You have to make it up to me somehow, but as for the tutoring.. we’re too close to exams for me to want to deal with another roommate if you get yourself suspended. I don’t have blackmail material on anyone else, unfortunately.” Solomon’s kidding about the blackmail, but Asmo deserves a little ribbing after that awful apology.

Although Asmo doesn’t seem offended by the joke. No, it actually seems to be... the opposite? As he speaks, Asmo’s looking at him with a blinding smile.

“Are you listening to me?” Solomon frowns, knocked off balance by Asmo’s expression, “Because if you aren’t, I swear i’m going to--”

A flurry of motion, Asmo crosses the space of their room quicker than Solomon’s ever seen him.

Asmo’s hand cups his face, the other lands on his hip; Solomon has very little time to think, because Asmo’s gorgeous face is in centimeters away from his own. The scent of Asmo’s perfume fills his senses, rendering him stunned--Asmo glances down at his parted lips, and then back up at Solomon’s eyes.

Asmo kisses him, and Solomon’s magic blows out the fuses in their entire building.

In the chaos of their plunge into darkness, Solomon’s hands shooting out to shove Asmo back accidentally activates his magic, and Asmo stumbles a few paces further before falling to the ground.

“Ah,” Asmo yelps, at the same time Solomon rises from his seat, “What the hell, Asmo?”

They’re not in total darkness, thanks to the dim light from the streetlamps outside, but it still takes Solomon’s eyes a few seconds to adjust. Asmo’s vague form is still seated on the floor, propped up on his elbows.

“What was that?” He demands, still haunted by the firm press of Asmo’s lips against his. Asmo shifts to get up, and Solomon’s arm immediately reaches out to offer his assistance. Asmo huffs at the motion, but takes his hand anyway.

“I thought I could make it up to you this way.”

“By offering to, what, make out with me?” Solomon says, disbelief mounting. Asmo shrugs his shoulders, one hand trailing up Solomon’s hip.

“Sure, we could do that. We could do whatever you want,” and now that Solomon’s eyes have adjusted to the dim lighting, he can see the coy smile playing at Asmo’s lips, “I see how you look at me, how could you not? Besides, you’re quite handsome yourself…” Asmo purrs, his free hand reaching up to graze against Solomon’s blushing cheeks.

For a moment, Solomon hesitates--Asmo is gorgeous. Even if Solomon were deaf to the campus’ adoration of him, he would have to be blind as well to not realize that just by existing near Asmo. There’s always a mix of challenging and inviting in his eyes, an ease that shows itself in all of his movements. Asmo exudes a level of sensual energy that is a powerful skill in its own right, and Solomon is a healthy young adult…

But Solomon has no desire to fall into Asmo’s bed like another one of his hundreds of admirers, clamoring to get into the other’s bed space. He has more important things in mind.

“That’s not what I meant by making it up to me!” Solomon is very proud of his voice not cracking as he pushes Asmo’s hand away, and the coquettish expression is quickly replaced by Asmo’s pout.

“Well, how else am I supposed to show you how truly repentant I am!” He whines at his failed seduction.

“I can’t even begin to explain how screwed up that is, Asmo.” Solomon groans, running his hand through his hair, “You could have offered me another shelf in the bathroom cabinet or more sink space and I would have considered it a start.”

Asmo blinks, tilting his head to the side, “... Really? That’s all you want?” He seems stunned that someone would turn down his body.

“Now that I know you were going to offer your body, half of the sink sounds too fucking small, doesn’t it?” Solomon retorts, and Asmo laughs.

A loud knock startles both of them out of their conversation, and he hears the muffled voice of their RA from the other side.

“Are you alright in there? There’s been a power outage -- will you be alright casting magelight, or do you need flashlights?”

Solomon, in desperate need of a reprieve from Asmo’s… Asmo-ness… goes to open the door as the RA speaks. After a quick exchange of assuring the doting senior in their pajamas, Solomon shuts the door with a sigh. When he turns around, Asmo is seated in his desk chair with a soft pink magelight floating idly nearby. Asmo seems to be deep in thought, and Solomon approaches him with slight hesitation.

As soon as Solomon gets closer, Asmo’s gaze snaps up to look at him so suddenly that Solomon almost balks.

“I know what I can do for you,” Asmo says, his eyes twinkling with mischief and utter glee. The pink light casts an almost eerie, and somehow still enticing shadow on the other’s face.

Solomon isn’t too proud to admit he’s terrified by whatever Asmo is about to offer.

“... So you didn’t sleep with him?” Simeon asks, and Solomon chokes on his tea.

“What! Of course not!” He coughs through his instantaneous response, pounding his fist on his chest. “He said… oh hell, I can’t say this, it’s ridiculous.” Solomon covers his face with his hands, an unbidden blush rising to his cheeks.

“He said he was going to make me popular,” Solomon groans, a little quieter in volume. Simeon is silent for a long enough time that Solomon takes his face out of his hands to look at him questioningly, but Simeon’s got one hand over his mouth as he shakes in stifled amusement.

“Wh--” At Solomon’s confused expression, Simeon is unable to contain himself any longer, bursting into a loud fit of laughter. Simeon throws his arms around Solomon in a crushing hug, even as Solomon tries to shove his way out of it.

“Oh, this is going to be great.”

I feel like this would definitely be considered #crack or #ooc slightly because it’s always hard to translate personalities that are defined by specific experiences (such as being alive for thousands of years) into any AU, but especially ones where they’re only 19/20 year olds lmaaoo

Facets of their personalities I tried to keep: Solomon’s ambition/the fact that people think he’s so shifty, and Asmo’s sexual bravado/blatant insecurities of his person. Who knows if that comes off here, but hey, I had fun lkajflaks

As always, ty for reading!!! I appreciate your kind words and responses on my stuff ;w;

#ch: asmo #ch: solomon #pr: asmo/solomon #obey me fic #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #writing #ch: simeon #is here #and so is #ch: satan

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MagiTale - Chapter 1

“So, how’s it gonna be?” – the voice rose up, surging from the darkness. A white weasel cat like creature.

“Go away!” – another voice, female now, hissed back. The figure of this voice was hidden by the shadows of the collapsed walls around her – “I don’t want to have anything to do with you. You tricked all of them! Their innocent minds, into becoming something they’d rather not!”

“I really don’t understand.” – the cat spoke – “You might as well be labeled as a Human, your ideals and concepts are roughly the same. But I digress.” – it stopped momentarily – “My offer is still on the table. You know where to find me.”

The cat turned away, seamingly wanting to distance itself from the other individual. It felt as if its time was wasted, but that didn’t exactly matter at the moment, as it knew what the next actions would turn out to be.

“Wait!” – the other voice jumped from the darkness – “Can you.. Can you really make anything come true?” – she questioned.

“Yes. Of course, as you already know, the true effects and consequences depend from your Karmic Weight, but you shouldn’t have any kind of problem with that.”

The other being made a pause. Her voice was calm, motherly, but sprinkled with a dash of urgency. As if her worst nightmares could finally end. Now her dreams, her ideal life, her past, it would all come back to her.

“Okay then. I’ve decided.” – she replied.

“Very well. Then what is the wish you’re willing to sacrifice your Soul for, your highness?”

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Chapter 1: Fallen Down

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Dark. Darker. Yet darker. I don’t even know if my eyes are open or not, but all I can see is darkness. Well, that and a distant voice echoes, as if I was deep underwater. A cold shiver envelops my whole body. But within that darkness, the voice gets louder. It’s lifting me up. With that, the darkness gets a bit more clearer. I open my eyes, slowly, and everything starts coming to me, bit by bit.

“Frisk! Oh, please tell me that you’re okay!”

I avert my gaze to the point of origin of the voice. A girl sitting on the same bed of flowers as I am looks at me, worried. Her hair is dark brown, just like me, and her eyes are a striking, vibrant red, just like my own. Except mine are usually closed. The girl is slightly see through. I can look at her and see the wall behind her at the same time. I know this girl. Yes, she’s important to me.

I was roughly 5 when I started noticing her presence. Everyone treated her as an imaginary friend, but I knew more. She was real. She IS real. She has a real story, and a real life. But now she’s a ghost that got stuck me. I don’t exactly know why though. She told me about Humans and Monsters. About Souls and Soul Gems. About Magical Girls and Witches. She told me everything. Even her name.

“Chara. Yes, yes, I’m okay.” – I managed to reply back at her.

“Oh, thank God! That fall was sure to put in you in a coma for at least half a year! I’m so sorry I’ve put you through this…” – she replied back at me, a clear worry in her voice.

“Don’t worry Chara. I signed up for this. I want to do this.” – it’s funny. My brain knows what to say, but it can’t remember why it’s saying what it is. I look around myself. I’m now sitting on a bed of flowers, golden buttercups. Giant walls of stone surround us, with vines covering them. The light above shines on us, warming our bodies. And just like that, more pieces of the puzzle fall back into my mind.

“Now that everything’s cleared up, what is your wish?”

“Frisk, you don’t have to do this, for real.”

“No, I have to. You’re stuck to me. You can’t exactly walk around and go back to the Underground. I’m going to help you. We’re gonna save them Chara.” – my voice fills my brain, alongside Chara’s and… his.

“Incubator. I wish for the power of salvation.”

“Can you specify that please?”

Yes, that’s it. I remember now. I get up, and see a small corridor, leading to a huge gateway entrance. Sparkles of light come out from it. There’s some kind of light source coming from it. We decide to move towards it.

As we reach it, we look inwards and find a single golden flower, similar to those earlier. We step into the wide area, and suddenly, the flower jumps to life.

“Howdy there! I’m Flowey – Flowey the Flower!” – it said happily. Chara warned me about how sudden Monsters could be, but I wasn’t expecting something like this.

“Say, you’re new around here, aren’t ya? You need someone to guide you through the Underground!” – it said happily.

“Well, actually--” – I tried to object, as I had Chara right next to me, but the flower just interrupted me.

“I guess little ol’ me will have to do it!” – it winked.

Suddenly, I felt a huge wave crushing my chest, as my surroundings lose its color. It becomes a mash-up of black and white. And just as it came, it left.

“Huh?” – the happy flower looked at me with very confused eyes – “Let’s try that again!” – he said cheerfully, as the feeling came back, pushing me downwards once more, but suddenly stopping. I wasn’t hurt, nor exhausted. It’s as if I just sneezed, for no apparent reason.

“Heh, hehe.. Okay…” – it continued, clearly starting to get annoyed – “Let’s try that one more time!” – I felt that energy again, but it no longer phased me. It’s now a very uninteresting movie for me.

“Hey, hey.. What’s going on, huh?!” – the tone of Flowey changed drastically. From a very friendly one to a tone filled with a thousand year anger – “You’re a Human, aren’t you? Where the hell is your Soul?!” – it hissed.

“Oh!” – I was taken by surprise, with such a direct approach, but I tried my best to befriend the friendly monster – “That’s right…” – I extend my hand, as the ring in my left middle finger glows and morphs into an egg shaped Gem, resting on my palm – “Here!”

There was a small pause. The flower starred in disbelief at my Soul Gem. It was a vibrant red, the same color as my eyes. Right at the top of it, was a heart symbol, and at the bottom, surrounded by a small circle, a four pointed star. The flower suddenly smirked, and was emitting an uneasy light cackle.

“Frisk, I don’t really trust this guy… he’s giving me really weird vibes….” – Chara spoke to me. Good thing only I can see and hear her, makes some of her comments easier to bear with. But still, now I’m worried. Chara lived quite some time with Monsters. For even her to be set back.. This “flower” must be something she has never seen.

Flowey’s laughter grew louder and louder, as vines erupt from the ground below him into the air, keen to claws of a starving wolf. He sprung his head upwards and looked straight into my eyes. His face was contorted. He no longer had his friendly smile, it was a monstrous look. His eyes void of life.

“WELL, THEN YOU’RE COMPLETELY USELESS TO ME, AREN’T YOU?! THIS WILL BE FAR TOO EASY FOR ME.” – a wall of bullets surround me in a perfect sphere – “D I E.”

I can see his vines lunging towards me, and the bullets dashing into me. I have my Soul Gem in my hand. Transforming takes only a second, I can protect myself from this. But I can’t. I froze in place, clinging to my own life, as the last bits of my life flash through my mind.

“I wish to have the power to save the Monsters. To save them from the Barrier and their thousand year prison. That’s what I want. The power of salvation.”

“I see. I don’t know why, but your Karmic Weight is quite heavy on you. Frisk, your wish will most certainly come true, but in order for it to come into fruition, you must go break the Barrier yourself.”

“That’s something I’m willing to do unconditionally. Nothing will stop me.”

‘Nothing’. Yet here I am, praying for someone to come help me. Please, anyone.

…

But… Someone did come.

As I waited for the impact of Flowey’s bullets and thorned vines, I suddenly hear a scorching sound and warmth, followed by Flowey’s screams. I open my eyes to find the unscrupulous flower burning in flames, and the bullets are now cinders slowly dancing and falling to the ground, as the flower retreats to whatever hellish hole it came from. From the other side of the room, a figure approaches.

She’s tall, and covered in white fur. She has small horns on her head and floppy ears at the side of her head. She’s wearing a dressing gown, purple with a crest on her chest – a circle with wings, and three triangles right under it. I can feel Chara’s intense gaze at her as she whispers – “Mom..”

“Oh, what a horrible creature torturing such a poor and innocent youth.” – she spoke to me, her voice calm, motherly, tender. Happy – “My name is Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. Come my darling, let me guide you through them.”

She quickly grabbed my hand. I can feel her warmth warming me up from the inside out. Her aura, her presence. I enjoy being next to her. I feel like wanting to be with her forever. I can see Chara crying. This must be a hard moment for her. We make haste for the next room, where I can see red rose petals scattered around the floor. I catch a glimpse of a yellow shine, but it quickly disappeared.

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Hey there! Author here, you may call me Mahou! :)

This is the very first Chapter of MagiTale, a Crossover AU/Fanfic that puts the characters and events of Undertale into the World and Lore of the Madoka Magica series. This is also the very first time I temper with Tumblr, so do offer some tips pls :')

Anyways, this is only a "preview" Chapter, a Demo almost, as the full story is currently in progression. I intend to post the entire thing once it's completed, so please do look forward to it! I'll also keep updating this page with content, related (or not) to MagiTale.

Well, I'll be going now, really hope you enjoyed it! :D

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#Madoka Magica #Undertale #AU #Crossover #Fanfic #Puella Magi #Magia Record #Undertale AU #MagiTale

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spirit-of-the-void · 5 years

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Hey sweetpea! I’ve got some more angst for you! I hope these don’t feel too repetitive. If they do you can feel free to mix them up a bit! I was wondering if you could do a scenario where the boys are possessed or mind controlled, and they attack and hurt their s/o. Fluffy ending pls! Thank you so much for doing these! 🌸

I live for hurt comfort hell YES *slams fists on table* I’m opting for them losing their shit a bit in Devil Trigger forms instead of mind control or anything. Minus V, who doesnt have a devil trigger form.

Okay so I put WAY too much effort into these. Its four am. I am dying.

~Dante~

- You had never been around him while he was in that form, hell you weren’t even supposed to be there in the first place.

- When Dante didn’t return to Devil May Cry after the mission as quick as he promised, you grew worried, and set out on foot to find him now that the sky was growing dark. It was a mission in town, so why wasn’t he back yet? Surely something was wrong.

- This is why you hated letting him go on missions alone. You were no fighter, sure, but at this point he should have just bit the bullet and combined forces with Nero and Nico. Maybe hire on Trish and Lady to help out every once and a while.

- You walk for about ten minutes, finding the abandoned subway tunnel someone said was housing a nest of demons.

- You knew going down there alone and not a fighter was a dumb, foolish idea. You were armed with a basic revolver and daggers just to be safe, but you knew you were fast enough to run away if things got bad.

- If you were chased…well, you knew where Morrison lived, and you had your cell phone.

- You had already tried to call Dante, hell you called the others too. Nero could definitely make it in his Devil Trigger form, but you were reluctant to ask him when he was sticking so close to Kyrie during her pregnancy.

- Both Trish and Lady didn’t pick up. You assumed they were both off on missions of their own.

- You had no choice at this point.

- You walked into the subway tunnel, almost gagging at the smell of rot and sulfur. Definitely the home of demons.

- You still push forward despite the fear and anxiety that fills you, already seeing the trail of carnage Dante has left. He must have killed dozens of the things, bodies and blood on the floor as you quickly made your way past.

- “Dante…!” You called his name worriedly, voice echoing in the tunnel. You hear no response back, but can make out the faint sound of snarling and screeching in the tunnel further ahead. Sounds of fighting.

- You didn’t hear Dante. Maybe you should just turn around?

- But your worry kept you going. You quickened your steps, only stopping when the sound of fighting ceased. Now the sound of low, panting growls remained.

- Now was not the time to make noise. Something was glowing in the tunnel, growling and leaving a bright orange hue.

- You peeked around a piece of debris, eyes widening as you saw.

- What appeared to be another demon was standing there, slightly hunched and releasing panting growls. Sharp claws, sharp teeth, fire coming from its body. Bigger and badder looking than all the lower level creatures you had seen.

- You immediately gulped, taking a few steps back when you didn’t see Dante anywhere. This was bad. This was really bad. You were useless against even the lower level demons, but this…

- You didn’t make it far.

- One step back and a few rocks went tumbling behind you. Way too loud in the space. The noise echoed, making the demon snap its head around to look in your direction.

- You were so fucked.

- You immediately turned and began to dead sprint down the tunnel, heart pounding in your ears as you tried to put as much distance as you could between you and the creature.

- Another bad idea. As soon as it heard your feet pounding on concrete it came after you, and it was much faster than you were.

- The tunnel was so dark, it was hard to see where you were running but that didn’t matter anyway. The creature slammed into your back hard, shoving your face down with a choked screaming leaving your lips. It’s claws dug into your shoulders, a hard snarl rattling your ears as it landed on top of you.

- Heavy, so heavy you couldn’t breathe. You phone went sliding from your hand, as did the revolver you had.

- You could already feel blood warming your skin where its claws dug in, a strangled yelp leaving your mouth as you tried to struggle away.

- It bared its teeth, jerking you back and making a panicked scream leave your lips, “Dante…!”

- You immediately felt the creature freeze above you, the growl cut off in its throat.

- You were wheezing now, crying a bit as you tried to squirm away from the demon and escape.

- But something stopped you.

- You heard a rasping, demonic voice from above you whisper, “Sunshine?”

- Your eyes went wide, turning back to stare at its face with shock. You lashes still glistened with tears, voice shaken as you stammered, “D…Dante…?”

- The claws in your shoulders immediately retracted, weight from you gone and your body lifted and held against him protectively, frantically.

- Panicked gasps were leaving him now, becoming human and familiar as his body shifted back to the one you knew. The Dante you knew.

- You had never seen that form before, Dante barely even admitted he had it. You had to learn from Nero and the others about it, and even then they didn’t tell you much.

- He held you cradled against your chest, his hands frantically touching all over you, checking for wounds, stroking back your hair as he panted, “Fuck, oh fuck. I’m sorry babe. I’m so sorry…!”

- He touched the wounds on your shoulders, more frantic sounds leaving him. You were unbelievably shaken, but more so relieved to see him.

- “Fuck, I didn’t know it was you…!” Dante rasped, grunting when you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him hard.

- You were crying more now, just so happy to see he was alright.

- “Are you okay?” Dante peppered kisses to your neck, holding you close and wiping away some of your tears, “Fuck, babe, what the hell are you doing down here…? I told you to wait for me at home.”

- You sniffled lightly, leaning back to look at him with watery eyes, “It was already so late…I was afraid something had happened to you…!”

- Dante let out a shaken breath, holding your face in his hands so he could stare at your tear stained face. His eyes were so guilty, searching over you as he stroked some of the tears away.

- “I promised you I’d always come home,” He whispered, more serious than you had ever heard him, “This was my fault. It took more time than I expected, and that caused you to get hurt. I hurt you.”

- You shook your head, hugging yourself to him again and closing your eyes. You didn’t care about that, you just cared that nothing terrible had happened to him. Sure, the experience was a bit scary, and your shoulders and back were hurting. But you would heal, and that was fine.

- “I’ve never seen that form before,” You whispered, sniffling a bit as his strong arms wrapped around you, “You never showed me.”

- He sighed at that, “My fault too. I didn’t want to scare you…some fucking genius I am.”

- You sniffled more, whispering softly, “I love you…no part of you would ever scare me, Dante.”

- Wow, his heart was fucking aching at that. You were so good to him, too good. Precious, something worth protecting. Something worth fighting for. And he had hurt you.

- “I’ve never been the smart one, sunshine,” He grumbled, trying to hide just how emotional your words made him as he pressed his face to your neck, “You’ve always been the one with brains. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

- “Stop,” You whispered, leaning back so you could kiss him. He immediately grunted, threading his fingers in your hair and kissing you back. When you pulled away you added, “Can we go home..? I think…we both need some time to talk and relax.”

- He nodded easily, standing up and lifting you with him, “Agreed…I need to dress your wounds.” He sounded so guilty when he said that, starting forward and holding you bridal style.

- He only stopped to swoop a hand down, grabbing your smashed cell phone and your gun. He sighed at the phone, tucking it into his pocket with even more guilt.

- “I’ll buy you a new phone, sugar,” He promised, kissing your soft lips again until you groaned, “A better one too.”

- You sighed softly, eyeing him with soft eyes as you replied, “Are you my sugar daddy then?”

- He paused, a hesitant smirk quirking his lips as he asked, “Do you want me to be.”

- “No,” You replied firmly, wrapping your arms around your neck and holding yourself to him, “I just want you.”

- Dante sucked in a shaken breath, holding you ever closer as he carried you out of the abandoned subway tunnel.

- “You already have me, love. I’m all yours.”

~Vergil~

- Vergil had always been prone to nightmares, it was why at first he was prone to sleeping alone.

- It had taken months to coax him to your bed, and even then he slept sporadically, in bursts. It took him months to accept the change, and even longer to settle with you enough to allow you to see him so vulnerable.

- But his nightmares had never been like this.

- He had gone to bed before you–you had some final things to work on before sleeping, ones that took you an extra hour before you were supposed to retire for the evening.

- At first you weren’t going to go right to bed. You sat in the kitchen for a bit, feeling kind of restless and wondering if you should make a cup of tea to settle yourself. When you tossed and turned it made Vergil cranky, so you didn’t want to risk upsetting him after he had just grown used to sharing a bed.

- You were just about to put the water on when you heard a strange sound coming from your room. Something caught between a growl and gasping.

- You immediately turned off the stove, concern filling you as you walked toward your room. The sound was deeply unsettling, something you weren’t used to in your own home.

- After pushing open your bedroom door, you immediately knew what was wrong.

- Vergil was in Sin Devil Trigger form on the bed, the noise coming from him.

- You had seen this form only a couple times before, most times in battle. Only once did Vergil take on this form to show it to you personally, to let you feel his horns, his claws, the armor-like exterior. It fascinated you, but he seemed reluctant to have it out around you.

- Never once had you seen him turn into this form while asleep, and that itself told you he must have been having a bad dream.

- You rushed to his side, unsure of what to do while he twitched and let out rasping growls, claws digging into your mattress.

- You had to wake him up, otherwise he would rip your bed to shreds.

- But you no sooner placed your hands on his face, and he practically explodes underneath you.

- Your throat is grabbed in the next instant, a startled squeak of alarm escaping your throat as you’re slammed into the floorboards. All the air is jostled from your lungs in a choked sound, the wind literally knocked out of you as his large form towered over.

- Both his hands were gripping your throat now, your head spinning as you struggled to breath. You stared with shocked eyes, seeing he was still partially asleep as he let out panicked, rasping growls.

- He was still seeing his nightmare. He didn’t know he was attacking you. Something had made him lash out to defend himself.

- His claws were digging in, drawing blood as you kicked and tried to fight him off, fear filling your head as your oxygen depleted. He was so strong in this form, his face unreadable and those claws so sharp.

- He was going to kill you. If you didn’t do something he was going to strangle you. He wasn’t in his right mind, he wasn’t awake. You needed to wake him up.

- You lifted your trembling fingers to his face, struggling for air even as you gently stroked his demonic features. You weren’t a threat, he needed to know that. He needed to recognize you.

- You voice was weak, strangled as you managed to get out, “B…baby…please…please it’s…me…!”

- You were lucky enough that your words reached him in his panicked frenzy.

- He let out a strange sound, head snapping back and even more panicked gasps escaping him now that he was truly seeing who he was hurting. You felt his vise tight grip on your throat loosen, his hands beginning to shake as a few tears dripped from your eyes.

- What the hell was he doing…? You were underneath him, you were crying, you were…

- He slowly pulled his claws back, seeing your blood on them, seeing the red on your neck from his scratches. Bruising, he had hurt you. You started coughing and gasping as soon as his hands were off you, practically choking now that the air was filling your lungs again.

- He had almost strangled you. He had almost killed you.

- He stumbled back, blinding panic filling him as he continued to look at his hands. All he could see was your blood, the look on your face when he had snapped back into reality.

- He couldn’t take it. He was falling to pieces inside.

- He morphed back into human form, his expression shattering your heart as you sat up, holding your throat and staring at him.

- You had never seen him look that afraid, that vulnerable. That mortified.

- “What have I done…?” He rasped, his tone broken as he continued to stare at his hands. He was hyperventilating now, panicking even more as he put his hands to his head, “What have I…what have I…”

- You immediately scrambled toward him, wanting to stop his panic attack before it got any worse. You had just gotten close to him, you didn’t want to lose him now.

- You fell into his lap, wrapping your arms firmly around his neck as you whispered, “Stop…! It’s okay, I’m okay baby. Breathe, just breathe.”

- You thought he was going to push you away, but he didn’t. He stared in front of him like he wasn’t seeing anything, his sharp jaw clenched with each panting gasp and his eyes almost glassy.

- “I hurt you,” He rasped, his chest practically heaving now, “My doll. I almost killed you. I could have. I could have snapped your neck. I could have…I…”

- You shook your head, hugging yourself closer as you whispered, “I’m okay. I am. You didn’t know what you were doing, you were having a nightmare, Vergil.”

- He wasn’t soothed. You could tell he wasn’t. His breathing became more ragged, his hands hanging at his side as he tilted his head back a bit.

- And Vergil did something you had never seen in all the time you knew him.

- He began to cry.

- A few stray tears rolled down his face, his eyes wide and shocked as you stared at him, touching the wetness with your fingers. He didn’t sob, the only sound leaving him was that panicked rasping. It broke you in two in an instant.

- “I hurt you…I almost killed you, Doll…” He repeated in that broken, rasping tone. His expression shifted to something so exhausted, heart-breakingly so as he leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, “I hurt everyone in my life. I hurt so many people….what a monster I am.”

- “Stop, please,” You whimpered, holding him close and stroking back his hair, “Please Vergil. Please. It’s okay, everything will be okay.”

- His arms finally snaked around your waist, holding you like you were a lifeline to his hard body. His hands were still shaking, his breath short and quick as the warmth of your body registered with him.

- “Of all the blood that stains my hands,” He whispered, the wetness of his sharp cheeks moistening your shirt, “I never wanted to see yours. Never yours, Doll. My hands are drenched in sin and carnage and I never wanted that stain to touch you, for you to be a part of it.”

- There was so much guilt there, so much pain. You knew of his past, knew of the death he had caused and the terrible things he had done. You wanted to help him learn how to be human, to accept his mistakes. It never occurred to you that they were destroying him.

- You squeezed him tighter, pressing a kiss to his temple as you stroked back his silvery hair.

- “Please…let me help you,” You whispered, your own eyes tearing up as you continued to hold him, “Please Vergil. You can’t keep going like this, holding everything in until you burst,” You leaned back, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “You had a nightmare…you were disoriented and scared and you lashed out. I’m okay…I swear I am. I’m not made of glass, or porcelain.”

- As much as you loved his nickname, in reality you were weren’t a fragile doll.

- He remained silent, his eyes tired now as he stared without seeing anything. He was coming down from the panic, the nightmare. You could tell that much. He was going into numb mode, and you didn’t want that either.

- You pressed your lips to his, gently kissing as you cupped his cheeks.

- “It’ll be okay,” You whispered, “We will figure it out. But you can’t run away from it, or me,” You took his hands and placed them gently on your neck, where his claws had left scratches and bruises. Gentle, feather-light. No fear and no more pain, “I will heal and I’ll be fine.”

- He swallowed visibly, his sharp eyes staring at the marks with deep regret.

- “You are too good for me,” He whispered, sounding incredibly guilty. Like you were a prize he didn’t deserve, especially after all he had done, “Doll…Why do you even put up with me? I am a man deserving of nothing.” He deserved nothing and you were…everything

- You smiled softly, pressing another kiss to his cheek as you replied, “Because I love you, slick. And you don’t get to decide who I’m too good for, I do.”

- With that, you pulled him to his feet, pressing another kiss to his lips this time as you added, “Now, let’s go get some tea, some food. And we will talk about what happened.”

- He remains quiet, watching you with dazed eyes as you lead him out of the room.

~V~

- V had been missing for several days.

- You were an absolute nervous wreck, bouncing between demon nests with a few other demon hunters as you all searched for him. You didn’t know what to do, what would happen if you didn’t find him alive.

- You and the poet had been fighting demons together when he had been taken, snatched through a portal by a bigger demon when neither of you had been looking. Something had subdued him, some sort of gas made him go unconscious and his familiars returned to him. There had been no fight for him to give.

- You were with Nero, Dante, and Lady now. Searching yet another demon’s lair for your lover. This one was bigger than the others, taking up multiple floors.

- You decided on the top floor alone. You were a skilled fighter, you could handle whatever this place threw at you.

- What you couldn’t handle when you got there was the sight of V, strung up by tendrils of flesh in the middle of the room.

- Seeing him after your days long search made your heart race in shock and relief, you rushing into the room without thinking. There were no other demons in the room, no enemies on this floor.

- You slashed at the flesh holding him up, catching him in your arms and easing him to the floor.

- Christ, he was alive. He was still breathing. That alone was a relief.

- You set him down on the ground, hearing him stirring a bit even as you turned to call for Dante and the others. You would need help to carry V out, he needed a Doctor.

- What you didn’t expect was to feel his cane pierce your shoulder when your back was turned, making you let out a startled shriek of pain.

- You whipped around in the next instant, the metal object ripping out of you as you stared at V in absolute shock.

- Something was wrong. You could tell that right away.

- His eyes were glazed over, glassy as he swayed from side to side. You clutched that the wound he had left, panting as you took a few steps back.

- You knew a possession when you saw one. V was strong willed, but if they broke him down enough they could easily force something on him. This was not good. This was definitely not good. If you fought him, you would hurt him, and judging by the cuts and heavy bruising on his body he couldn’t take much more.

- His expression was blank when he lifted his cane, pointing it at you and summoning Griffon and Shadow. You half expected them to be under the influence too, especially when they came out ready to attack what V was focused on.

- But Griffon immediately came to a screeching halt, Shadow sliding on their claws as they stared at your panting form in confusion.

- “What the fuck?” Griffon squawked, flapping his wings wildly as he stared at you, turning his annoyed gaze to stare at V, “Yo, genius, what the hell are you–”

- V slammed his cane into the ground, the order to attack loud and clear. Both familiars jolted, Griffon letting out a pained yelp as V’s command jolted through his skull.

- “What are you doing?!” He screeched at his master, shaking his head over and over as he resisted the command, “I’m not blasting your fucking girlfriend…!”

- Shadow let out a strangled snarl, rubbing its face over and over with its paws as spikes tried forming from its pelt.

- He was trying to use his ability as their master to force them to attack. Which was definitely bad.

- You were panting with fear and panic, voice broken as you said, “He’s possessed…! We have to do something…!”

- “Are you fucking kidding me…?” Griffon hissed, landing on the ground and pressed his beak downwards, “Son of a bitch…! Whatever you’re gonna do, you had better do it quick…!”

- You heard Griffon let out another loud sound of annoyance, shouting at Shadow, “Knock Shakespeare on his ass…!”

- Shadow let out a low snarl, whipping around and running at V while it was still able. You bolted forward with her, heart pounding as you saw V raise that cane again.

- Shadow’s black pelt twitched, a couple spikes shooting out at you and slicing your arms. Shadow still seemed in semi-control, letting out a roar as their paws hit V’s shoulders, teeth snapping onto his cane.

- You saw the poet struggle, but he was in no way strong enough to fight the cat. They ripped the cane away, sending it skidding across the floor with a metallic crack.

- You were there in an instant, sitting on top of V, panting and several parts of your shoulders stinging in agony. But you didn’t care, you couldn’t care.

- Bringing V back was all that mattered.

- He stared at you with those glassy eyes, panting and struggling against you. Whatever was possessing him hadn’t been there for long, that much you could tell. V was so hurt, his body too battered and weak to put up a true fight.

- He needed help, god he needed help.

- You cupped his cheeks, ignoring his hands as they tried to grasp around your throat.

- “I know there’s some more fight in there,” You breathed to him, stroking his ebony hair back as his fingers slipped over your skin, “Come on, darling. You can do this. Come back to me.”

- You saw his face twitch as soon as you used your favorite nickname for him, his jaw tightening. That was the way to do it, that was the way to reach him.

- You started quoting William Blake to him, stroking your hands over his face. Touching his lips, his cheeks, his jaw. Every part of him you adored, everything you loved. These few days without him had been so frightening, so achingly lonely. You needed him to know that.

- “I miss you,” You murmured to your poet, voice growing louder when he groaned, putting his hands to his head and his body beginning to thrash under you, “Please, I want to go home, V. I want us both to go home.”

- That was the way.

- He jolted, beginning to gag and retch as he eyes rolled back into his head. He was rejecting whatever had him, so you had to act fast.

- You gasped, immediately rolling him over, holding his hair back as he started to vomit.

- He hadn’t eaten anything in a few days, all that came out was stomach bile until…something else.

- He gagged more, retching as something black oozed out from his mouth. What the fuck was that?

- It all came out, the poet hacking painfully and groaning as you held him, feeling his senses coming back.

- The blob of black goo formed several red eyes, teeth opening and hissing at you. It started to scurry away, but Shadow pounced on it in an instant, snarling loudly as it was pinned under their paws. It struggled and shrieked, writhing sporadically and unable to get away.

- You had no fucking clue what demon type it was, but it was as good as dead.

- And through it all, V wheezed and coughed, his body drooping forward as he rested his weight on one arm. He was shaking, trembling and weak as his body cast out the last of the traces of that creature from his system.

- “Oh darling,” You whimpered, pressing kisses to his head and pulling him against you, “Are you okay? Are you alright?”

- He groaned, his head lolling back a bit as you smoothed some more of his hair away. Griffon landed next to you both, eyeing the poet with worry as he took in his absolutely messed up form.

- “What the fuck happened?!” The bird asked in an astonished tone, looking around the demonic layer in confusion, “How did we get here…?”

- You winced, letting out a light sigh, “Long story.”

- V let out another groan, his voice weak and rasping as he muttered, “Sparrow…I’m…sorry…”

- “Shh…” You shushed him, holding him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. He felt feverish, clammy. You needed to get him out of here and fast, “We’re going to get you some help. Griffon, The others are downstairs. Get Nero and Dante up here…!”

- “On it!” The bird didn’t hesitate, darting in a flash of feathers out of the room.

- You kept holding V, whispering sweet nothings to him as you kept stroking his hair. You needed to do better. You needed to do better to protect him from things like this. Had you been more careful, this could have been prevented, you could have saved him before some gross demon was forced inside of him.

- “Hurt…you…” V murmured, his jade eyes opening to stare at you weakly, “Forgive me.”

- You put a finger to his lips, wiping away some blood from his lips as you replied, “Hush. You did nothing wrong love. Everything will be okay.”

- V closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath as he leaned into your touch. You both needed this after the days apart. You both needed each other.

- Dante and Nero came sprinting into the room moments later, both shocked to see V’s battered form in your bleeding arms. They didn’t hesitate, Dante lifting up your lover easily to carry him out.

- Nero stopped, staring at Shadow holding the black goo on the ground. He merely gestured with his chin, pulling out a pistol to point it at the creature. Shadow lifted their paws almost comically, then the creature was blasted into nothingness.

- You ignored your own wounds despite the piercing from V’s cane, making sure V was comfortable in the van on your way to a doctor before you’d even let Dante and Nico touch you.

-Luckily, Griffon was smart enough to grab V’s cane before you set out.

- V made a full recovery in the following weeks, but he refused to stop apologizing for stabbing you. Despite how many times you told him it wasn’t his fault.

- It was something you doubted he would ever live down.

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justmysicklypride · 4 years

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pls, I ask for number 18 from the misc section sdofinsdf

Muzuki my darling <3 I went with a really unconventional plot for this idk why and my only regret is how much I had to shorten it so that it didn’t take up too much dash space lmAO hope you enjoy

(Pairing: Shizaya) (Warnings: murder, implied sexual content)

Bombs Away

In hindsight, Izaya supposed it really would be too easy if they’d just given him the target and told him to get on with it, but sometimes he’d like to think that maybe Shiki-san had a sense of humour. Somewhere in there, maybe, though even Izaya wasn’t entirely sure where the humour currently lies in this present situation.

“I still can’t believed they hired a babysitter for me,” Izaya lamented for the billionth time as he propped his chair on its two back legs, and watched as said ‘babysitter’ skillfully set up his sniper rifle against the window of the vacated apartment building they were in.

“Babysitter, my ass. Like hell if I have time to take care of some stupid brat and do my job at the same time,” Shizuo snapped at him, but his eye was focused on looking through the scope to line up the shot. Izaya heard him mutter underneath his breath, “I can’t believe they’re making me do this again.”

“Well okay then, Heiwajima-senpai,” Izaya said, almost sarcastically. “Then do pray tell why exactly we’re hiding out in an apartment and shooting someone in the head in broad daylight where the police could very obviously trace the flight path of the bullet back to us?”

“Shut up,” Shizuo said, readjusting the gloves on his hands and looking back into the scope. “It’s none of your business.” He brought his finger down to the trigger.

“Huh? I thought Heiwajima-senpai was meant to be mentoring me,” Izaya said, annoyed that he was being brushed off but amused all the same. His new senpai had a short temper and an incredible amount of strength, and somehow Izaya can’t tell whether they’ll actually get along or not.

“I am,” Shizuo replied, and for just one second Izaya almost admired just how calm Shizuo was as he fired with no hesitation.

A gunshot sounded through the air, and Izaya’s ears started ringing. Screams tore through the streets as people started frantically running and shouting for help. Shizuo didn’t even need to check whether he’d died or not. Apparently, it was a given.

“Lesson one - don’t ask unnecessary questions that could get yourself into trouble,” Shizuo finished, as he started to take off his gloves.

///

One thing led to another, and just over a month later, Izaya found himself sitting next to Shizuo in some weird sushi place that had an affinity for Russian customs. Apparently it was a semi-popular place to eat at, regardless of time of day, and that they’d been around for quite a long time. He saw three high school students walk past them to sit in a booth, and Izaya briefly wondered what it would’ve been like if he grew up here instead of Shinjuku, if he and Shizuo would end up meeting each other under those circumstances as well.

They weren’t exactly friends per se, merely coworkers that just decided to grab lunch together. It was fine, Izaya supposed, but appreciated it all the same when Shizuo mentioned how he’d dared his friend to swallow an entire pot of the complementary wasabi once and they all ended up having to stay back an extra three hours to help the owners clean up all the throw-up that resulted from it.

(“You would think that he’d say no, given that his dad was a doctor and all, but sometimes he really is just as dumb as a sack of bricks.”)

///

Shizuo’s hands were warm wrapped around his. Izaya couldn’t help but look at the way their hands fit together, albeit the fact that Izaya was in turn holding the grip of a pistol and that they were meant to be doing practice rounds. He reluctantly drew his eyes away from their hands to look at the human shaped target in front of them, Shizuo’s instructions that had previously been drowned out by Izaya’s daydreaming slowly resurfacing.

“Were you even listening, Izaya-kun?” Shizuo said, and Izaya refrained from jolting in surprise when he felt more than heard Shizuo’s voice so close next to his ear.

“Ah- yeah,” Izaya stumbled. He cleared his throat.

“Okay, good,” Shizuo said, after a beat of silence. Slowly, Shizuo let go of Izaya’s hands. “Here, you try firing now.”

Izaya nodded absentmindedly, both of them putting their earmuffs on as Izaya pulled the safety switch, then the trigger; firing a shot that hit the target straight in the head, though it was a bit wonky so he fired again. At least his ears have gotten used to the sound. He fired a third round and missed the heart by a few centimetres.

“Your hands are shaking,” Shizuo commented, and Izaya grit his teeth.

///

“I’ve never asked you why you decided to become a hitman, Shizuo-senpai,” Izaya said one day, crouched on the ground and squinting against the ray of sunlight that hit Shizuo’s dyed hair in a way that reflected something akin to a halo around him.

The target, or rather the corpse, that Izaya just stabbed to death laid motionless and propped against the wall of the alleyway, as Shizuo looked up from his phone and frowned.

“I guess I did it because the opportunity was there and I took it,” Shizuo shrugged, glancing down at the screen again. He was probably contacting the clean-up crew. “Why did you?”

He wondered if this man he just killed had a family, friends, or even someone who sees him often enough that his disappearance would actually make a dent in society, where him no longer existing would impact those around him in some sort of elaborate ripple effect that somehow even Izaya got tangled up in, even for just a small moment. Izaya laughed.

“Why does anyone do anything? If this is how we all end up in the end,” Izaya said, and Shizuo merely watched with a small frown.

He didn’t say anything to that.

///

“Are you proud of me, senpai?” Izaya asked, eagerly hopping into the passenger seat of the car that was parked in front of the Awakusu-kai headquarters. He waved the envelope in his hand towards Shizuo, the inside of which stacked full of cash from his latest job well done, and the phone in his pocket buzzed once, twice, with new lists and new names of people Izaya had to ‘take care of’.

Shizuo lit a cigarette and Izaya knew that his reasons for not lowering the window was partly because the last thing they needed was someone overhearing their conversation, but mostly just to piss Izaya off. At first, yeah, maybe it did annoy Izaya more than a little bit, but it’s been countless of months now since they first met and maybe Izaya had gotten just that little bit more used to the burning sensation that cigarette smoke always left on his nose. Shizuo started the car, and Izaya told him where to drop him off.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, flea,” Shizuo said, eventually. “You still can’t lift a sniper rifle on your own, and I doubt even your knife throwing skills can reach past two blocks in the span of three seconds.”

“That’s true,” Izaya hummed. Then, he turned to meet Shizuo’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “But I guess that’s what I have Shizu-chan for, huh?”

///

(Some more months later and Izaya found himself back in that car again. Only this time it was in the back seat, and Shizuo was on top of him, making him feel all these amazing sensations that Izaya couldn’t even begin to describe, and using nothing more than a mouth and a hand underneath his shirt, managed to undo any shred of uncertainty that Izaya might’ve had. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so sure in his life.

It was messy when they started, and it was messy when they finished, Izaya’s voice hoarse and Shizuo only barely having enough energy and willpower left to get up and start the engine, so that they could both go home and have a shower.)

///

Then, one day, “You should quit.”

Izaya hummed as he lowered his mug of tea away from his face, and he felt Shizuo loosen his arms that were around Izaya’s waist so he could put in on the coffee table in front of them.

“And why’s that, Shizu-chan?” Izaya asked. He felt Shizuo’s hand entwine with his and he turned to look up at him.

“It’s not good for you,” Shizuo said with a shrug. “And besides, I found out why you did it.”

Izaya tensed, looking away. “Yeah?” he said, and Shizuo’s thumb started rubbing circles on his hand so maybe he’ll loosen up. “Well, I kinda doubt you did, really-”

“You hate yourself, don’t you?” Shizuo asked- stated, bluntly. He didn’t know how to respond so Shizuo continued, “I thought as much. Killing people isn’t your thing, you’re only doing it because for some weirdly stupid reason, you feel the need to punish yourself by doing the things you hate the most as some equally dumb way of making up for it.”

A laugh. “I can’t believe you’re making me deal with this right now,” Izaya said.

“You have to, eventually,” Shizuo said.

“Yeah, well, I’m too sober for this. Especially right now,” Izaya said. A lame attempt at a joke.

“You don’t even drink,” Shizuo said. Of course he remembered. “Maybe I should start,” Izaya said. A challenge, but a half-hearted one.

“And defeat the entire purpose we’re even having this conversation in the first place?” Shizuo looked at him like he was stupid. He probably was. Hell, he probably looked stupid too, being called out like this. “Just think about it at least,” Shizuo said.

Izaya couldn’t word out a yes, his lack thereof conscience would probably kill him for it, so he simply nodded, closing his eyes as Shizuo smiled before leaning in to kiss him.

They pulled apart when Shizuo’s phone started beeping - naturally, a new job, and Shizuo stood up to get changed in their joint bedroom. Before he went upstairs, however, Izaya stopped him.

“Wait,” he said, chewing his lip. “If I really do stop… What will I do, then?” Shizuo looked at him thoughtfully, one leg perched on the next step up with no intention of rushing, despite another urgent beep of his phone.

Finally, he said, “I don’t know, but I mean, you like humans don’t you?” Shizuo said, like he was thinking out loud. “And you’re good at research.” Another beep, and Shizuo shrugged, “I heard they’re looking for a new informant.”

#muzuki chan #thing I wrote #I think I was a little over ambitious with this oops

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lykkefm · 4 years

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hello my lovely humans ! it’s lina , back again w another muse bc lbr i have no self control n u deserve better than the piece of trash that is atlas ! so , i hereby introduce u to my entirely new bby aka lykke ! it’s the first time i’ve played a muse like this so pls bear w me angels while i figure her out adkjfgkn but if u would like to plot , pls hit that ❤️ or if u prefer msg me on my discord @𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖊#0369 !

chicago’s very own 𝐥𝐲𝐤𝐤𝐞 𝐳𝐚̈𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 𝐛𝐦𝐰 𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞́ , welcome ! your resemblance to 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 - 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 , but being 𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐱 might help you . i think being a 𝒍𝒆𝒐 explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 , 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . ( 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒚 ) & ( 𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 + 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 )

: / / 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : lykke ( happiness , good fortune ) freja ( lady , noblewoman ) zähringer ( i couldn’t find a meaning but it’s probs smth Schmancy ) .

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : alright listen , , her parents chose her name so it wouldn’t b shortened so ! have fun w this !

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : twenty - four .

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 : august 3rd .

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 : leo .

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 : female .

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : she & her .

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 & 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : pansexual & panromantic .

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 : american .

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 : caucasian ( danish & american )

𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐒 : the astrophile , the paracosmist , the aquaphile .

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : former olympic swimmer , currently a lead actress in netflix’s fiercer things .

𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 : 10 million dollars .

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐒 : adaptive , affability , benevolent , creative , compassionate , dependable , enthusiastic , honest , merciful , open - minded , sincere .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 : absentminded , ascetic , breezy , competitive , dreamy , earthy , emotional , predictable , questioning , whimsical .

: / / 𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 .

deep conversations , loose hair , the constellations of a cloudless night , messy ponytails , bare feet in the mornings , half finished mugs of coffee , music through iphone speakers , the smell of rain in the air , tangled hair ties , half used tubs of hand cream , rolled up sleeves of an oversized sweater , dogeared pages , paint stained jeans , an unchanged bedside clock , warm tea , good books , soft pillows , blinking neon lights .

: / / 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚 .

as the daughter of a well - known danish director & a world - renowned american makeup mogul , lykke was born into a world of luxury & a world full of endless possibilities . she had , essentially , the whole world resting on the palm of her hand . raised in chicago , but bouncing between her family’s permanent home there to the residence they owned in los angeles was difficult , but as the youngest of four & a child who’s mind was constantly buzzing with ideas , lykke didn’t mind .

her upbringing was relatively relaxed . her parents , who had busy lives as it was always tried to make time for their children , & as their oldest began to disperse & follow their own path , lykke was left alone most of the time . she didn’t mind , however , because with alone time came more time to let her imagination run wild . she was always a creative child , always thinking that believing isn’t seeing & so the thought of adventure & it’s endless possibilities was enthralling to her .

she was young & free ; she had a magnetic aura that captivated just about everyone in the room , but that’s not what made her special . lykke was , as her teachers would say , an enigma . she was smart all the while being unburdened by knowledge . she was skeptical of life’s meaning but at the same time , she believed in the impossible . she pushed the boundaries & in the end , it not only made her a valuable friend but an extraordinary student . she was inquisitive , always keen to learn new things , & always dove head first into new opportunities .

it was because of her determination & participation in school’s extracurricular activities that she was persuaded to join her high school’s swim team . swimming was , of course , the activity she enjoyed the most at school , but she never thought she would create a career out of it . but still , she agreed & was fast approaching becoming the best in her class . she was a fast learner , taking every opportunity to practice & before she knew it , she was at the top of her class . she was extremely valued not only by her team members but by her coach , & at one particular swimming competition , a representative for the olympic swim team came scouting for recruits & took lykke under his wing almost immediately .

she was a promising little thing , however a little too inexperienced in big competitions , but she would go far . so , to prepare for when she’d join the olympic team . she was thrown into national competitions , opting for homeschooling while she travelled for all the competitions she had to attend . needless to say , she loved it . being in the water gave her a sort of freedom she’d never felt before , & the thrill of the competition strove her to do better . she rose to success so quickly that , on the eve of her eighteenth birthday , it was announced she would be join the olympic team in the 2016 olympic games .

the build up to the olympics was immense . lykke was thrown into training more arduous than what she’d ever experienced , but she loved every part of it . she loved the adrenaline running through her veins & she loved more than anything , being a part of a team . in the games she would compete in the 800 metre freestyle race & the 4 x 200 metre freestyle relay , & the faster the games approached , the more nervous she felt . she had already successfully won nearly every competition she faced leading up to the olympics , but this was the real test in her eyes .

when it came to the games , despite her nervous state , lykke won her solo race . the thrill of this made her want to win more , but she was nervous . after watching the other team practice & perform their own races , & that her own team would need to be faster & better in order to beat them . so , in her nervous panic , when it was her turn to take over the relay , she jumped too early , even though she knew she wouldn’t clear her teammate in time , & they both ended up in hospital ; her teammate with a injury to the head & lykke with a broken collarbone .

the guilt almost destroyed her , & she thought her life to be over until her father paid off all involved parties to keep the truth quiet & instead spread the word that what happened was an accident . lykke still felt guilty , though , & couldn’t face the humiliation of being a part of the team again , so she quite acting & instead opted for a career less damaging & more achievable ; acting . her father was a director , & she was pretty involved in the drama department in school , so it made the most sense .

she landed small roles at first , but more recently lykke landed a role in netflix’s brand new hit series called ‘ fiercer things ’ . the show surrounds vampires , witches , & just about all things that go bump in the night , & lykke portrays the female lead called vita , a vampire a little like rebekah mikaelson !

: / / 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 .

lykke is a very bubbly , very curious person . she’s the sort of girl who will try anything once , which to her could be absolutely anything . she’s not afraid of pushing the boundaries & is the sort of person to test the waters before making a decision on something . want that new dress but not sure how it’ll look on ? lykke is your girl . the new hot & spicy bargain bucket at the most popular takeaway ? lykke will take the bullet for you & try it first . she’s very adventurous & is the sort of person who will jump feet first into any opportunity she comes across .

but lykke has a sort of childish naivety . she tries to be friends with everyone & is very good at blending in social situations , but she always believes the best in people & very often ends up being disappointed when it turns out the person wasn’t what she expected them to be . although she’s loving & very affectionate , she has never been in love . she’s the sort of person who dates , is in love with the idea of love but she has a very set view on what love should be like , so she crushes a lot on people only to dip when she doesn’t feel the way she wants to feel .

however she is very peculiar . she’s smart in a conventional way , & is always striving to learn more in order to be better . in this way she is very competitive , & has a habit of pushing the boundaries to become the best of the best , which often leaves other people being pushed out . but she’s a very loyal friend & if you know her well , you’ll be dragged into an abundance of philosophical conversations that will go on through early hours in the morning over a bottle of wine & takeaway food .

: / / 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 .

ok im gna put this out there before someone * coughs * drea * coughs * miranda decides to joke abt it again , but u pronounce lykke’s name like LEA - KAY ! not lykke totally , not lykke pipe ( altho that would b a funny snapchat user ty miranda ) but LEA - KAY . ty v MUCH that is all for this section .

i’m joking akdjfn lykke has a pet pig called dakota ! bc she’s weird ! n loves pigs !

when i say she’s weird , i mean she’s RLY weird n a huge nerd

she’s incredibly involved in aliens / the supernatural ( as if playing a vampire isn’t enough smh ) n probs has a yt channel where she goes ghost hunting ! talk abt OBSESSED

speaking of obsessed . . . she loves marvel n cries over tony stark every . single . day . she’s still not over endgame n neither am I SIR !

she’s also in love w stefan salvatore bc 😊 i need to channel that energy somewhere ! idc !

she’s also in love w space n is 100% the sort of person to ask for ur star sign when u first meet so she can peep at ur horoscope n check ur compatibility

she’s not rly ? a girl-y girl ? like she loves wearing dresses n stuff but she’s more comfortable in a pair of sneakers w some jeans , like she jus likes being comfy !

idk abt making her a model yet , it depends on how i’m feeliN abt the muse so bear w me , so rn she’s a retired swimmer n an actress !

she probs paints in her spare time , but doesn’t let anyone see her paintings

um that’s abt it i think . . . we’ll see ASKJDFNKJ

: / / 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 .

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : honestly jus ppl lykke vibes w , ppl who can accept her vibrant n weird nature n ppl who she trusts more than ANYTHING . these can be from childhood or pretty recent , n the amount doesn’t matter bc we all love some cute bffs ! [ open . ]

𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : again these can come in a variety of ways n i’m not fussy abt how many exes she’s had , either ! lykke is 100% a relationship person but she’s not one who settles , so this can either bring drama / maybe they had a mutual understanding / honestly anything ! [ donna marchesi , open to more . ]

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : * gasps * n then they were roommates ! we all love these sort of plots n lykke is definitely the sort of person who HATES being alone ! i’m imagining cute movie nights n awkward run - ins sfgkjnsd . [ elissa altera , 1/2 open . ]

𝐅𝐖𝐁 / 𝐄𝐖𝐁 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : ah the classic ! i couldn’t do this w atlas so lykke sry hun ! could literally be anything , besties who hook up sometimes , a literal booty call w ‘ u up ’ texts , or maybe they Hate each other n this is how they let their frustrations out ! [ open . ]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : this person would be a bad influence on lykke . gets her to go out partying , do dr*gs n basically dumb shit that she’s sry abt later . corrupt her sweet lil heart ! [ open . ]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : someone who lykke acts as a good influence on ! she’s the typical mom friend , n needs someone who she feels protective over bc they make so many dumb decisions so she’s just there like . . . don’t do that ! [ open . ]

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : could be totally unrequited or mutual ! i just need the cuteness . ok ty . [ open . ]

𝐂𝐎 - 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : if ur chara is an actor n u want them to be in fiercer things , i’m 100% here to support u on that ! let’s make it a whole thing ! [ taylor perry open to more . ]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎 ( 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ) : lykke lived in chicago all her life n has only recently moved to nyc , so i’d love for her to have friends she knows from home ! [ open . ]

#wealthyhq:intro #op here i go again sdkfgnskjd

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248. Come back home

The perfect @valyurse has decided it’s time for angst XD Really, had a blast writing this, I am just a bit stressed at the moment. Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warning: attempted double murder, being remote controlled, temporary heartbreak)

No one knew how Nines fit into Amanda's plan to stop deviancy. He was never officially activated and when Markus and Connor freed him from the Cyberlife tower there had been next to no resistance to deviancy. The RK900 had started working at the DPD, was well respected due to his politeness and intellect and even managed to fall for an overly sarcastic human with no self preservation. But that very human now realised none of that had been important. Because this before him wasn't Nines. This was a cold analytic machine without any sort of hesitance when it came to its mission.

The RK900 stood before Connor, arm outstretched and pistol ready to fire, held in a stalemate only by the respective guns of North and Hank pointed at his head and thirium pump. Gavin had been swiped to the side when Nines had changed and had not yet managed to get back to his feet. His whole body hurt - not from the impact on the floor but from what he saw before his eyes. What the hell happened? And when did it happen? Just now, or had that all just been an elaborate plan to fool them all?

'Put the gun down, Nines,' Hank ordered unusually calm for the fact that the machine was threatening his partner, son or whatever weird relationship these two had. 'Connor told me he had been in a similar position, too. You can break your code! You can resist it! Fight it!' ‘Oh, Hank, you always think you know everything, right?’ There was a humourless smile on the android’s face. ‘I am entirely different than your puppy over there.’ ‘Nines, there is no reason for you to kill me!’, Connor interrupted. ‘The revolution is over, we won. Don’t throw away everything you build up, everything you worked for.’ ‘Oh, Connor, aren’t you just adorable? An obsolete model trying to plead for its life, when there is no chance at surviving. Really, I pity you for sinking this deep. Now put your guns down so I can end his misery.’ ‘You shut your mouth, asshole’, North threatened. ‘Imagining we had a traitor among us all the time… God I want to throw up every drop of thirium I have in my system because I feel infected around you.’ Nines winked at her. ‘Felt the same living next to you all these years, waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of him. Besides, Connor, I didn’t build up anything. I simply waited in the backseat for the right moment. And it has arrived right now.’

‘You stupid phcking machine.’ Gavin had managed to stand up, but he still felt hollow and aching everywhere. ‘So this really was just a game for you? Why put up all the effort? Why fake loving me? Why pretending to like me, why making me trust you, why? You had your fun, yes? Let your stupid human toy fall from one moment to the next, because there is something better? Got bored killing someone slowly piece by piece so now you opt to putting a bullet through their brain? Tell me why!’ Gavin was too angry for tears, but he felt them coming up slowly. The android didn’t even look at him. ‘It was necessary to stay low. Surely someone who is in love with a human wouldn’t go on a killing spree right? No one expected it.’ ‘Why me?’ In the silence that spread after the broken words his phone chimed. He ignored the message. ‘You were the perfect tool. Hurt enough to accept anyone who was willing to put up with you. Secluded enough so I didn’t have to interact with others. Focussed on work enough to not even recognise when I took control and scouted the area. The perfect tool.’ There came the tears. He knew these thoughts. He remembered talking to Nines about them one night, being answered by this soft loving voice that he was wrong. That the android loved him with all his mechanical heart could give and that it made him sad Gavin thought about himself that way. The man had believed him. He had believed his lies, had embraced that fake warmth. Finally, something had gone right in his life. And now he had fallen from his high, old scars ripped open anew and bleeding out on the ground. He went numb. He didn’t care whether Connor died. He didn’t even care whether someone killed him. All his thoughts circled around their moments together. Should he have noticed? Could he have overseen something? His phone chimed again.

Hell. Why not. Couldn’t get any worse now.

16:34> G@/in -__ n33q hlp//.dll 16:39> n0\ tru´´. n0\ me

It chimed again.

16:40> plsee_-´’ hlp. N0\ me11 l0v% you

Gavin stared at the gibberish messages. Then suddenly it clicked and Gavin stared at the machine terrified.

16:41> buri3dt him. Th0ght d34d. pshd me__| Aw@-y. D0wn. 16:41>G@/in////help

‘No.’ It came out so silent when he wanted to scream from the top of his lungs. ‘You will not get him!’ ‘Did you say something, idiot?’ ‘What did you do to him?’ ‘To whom? You don’t understand. The Nines you knew isn’t anymore. It’s only me! And I will eradicate every last deviant, beginning with that idiot of a brother!’ ‘Nines, if you hear me, I got the message! Hang in there!’ ‘That is of no use, human! This isn’t a fucking movie.’

16:42>G@/in. I-I-IIIIIIII l0v yu. He$ del3tIng me 16:43>Ga/in. Love you. St0p h\m. Kill me!-_´´

‘No, Nines, hang in there!’ Hank looked at him as if he was going crazy, pistol still trained on the android’s thirium pump. ‘He won’t come back, human. He is weak. Just like the others. And I’ll prove it. Soon he can’t stop me anymore.’

16:45>Gv. Can/ keep frm shoot-__\ kill mm| D0n’t want this. K/ll me==- pls

Gavin looked at the finger at the trigger. It was shaking heavily. The android’s LED was a hot red. It was struggling. North and Hank could still shoot it. Safe Connor. But Nines was fighting in there. Wishing to die rather than kill his brother. Not this time. Gavin would be selfish this time.

He jumped the android from where he stood. While he wasn’t tall or had the weight, he had the strength and the surprise on his side. He brought the RK900 to fall. Gavin tried to subdue the machine, but the inhuman abilities of the thing were no match for him. Before he could think of it, he was pinned to the ground, a hand over his throat pressing down. He looked up into Nines’ face who had already lifted his arm again, keeping up the stalemate, now having two lives under his control.

Gavin struggled to breathe as the air was being cut off by the unrelenting metal hand. But he could see the struggle now: The whole arm was shaking, the grip around his throat was tightening and loosening constantly. Nines was fighting back. He was still in there and hadn’t given up yet. ‘Nines. You are doing great. Keep it up. Come back here. Fight him. Come back home to me. I believe in you.’ The hand clenched stronger around his neck, the pain becoming to much until he wasn’t able to speak anymore. He saw black circles dancing across his vision. That was when he realised, he could die today. He would die by the hands of the one he loved. No. This wasn’t his Nines. This was Cyberlife’s Nines. This was what they designed him to be. He lifted a weak, trembling hand and brushed over the other’s cheek. His Nines was still in there. And he would win. There was no one stronger than him, he would win this fight. And he would come back to him. He would come save him and they would go home. Watch a movie. Cuddle. Never again get out into a world that wanted something like this to happen.

There was the clutter of a gun hitting concrete. Suddenly there was air. Suddenly, there was someone pushing him into a position better suited for coughing his lungs out. Suddenly, there were warm, careful hands and strong arms wrapping around him and blue stained tears soaking his clothes.

Suddenly, there was his Nines again.

#Detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #I really like torturing my boys #stress makes me write angsty stuff #will be better tomorrow #I need a damn vacation

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I watched His Last Vow, and, well..... here are my thoughts again

Quick thing before we start: I choose HLV because it is one of my favourite episodes, and what I feel is one of the best shot episodes. Usually, I can't make it to the end of it because I know what is going to happen and I can't stomach it. Anyway, enjoy my little angst-filled monologue!!!

• Uggggghhhhhh Magnussen is so creepy even to start with

• Quick question: why the fuck does he have "porn preference" in his little file?? Creepy, dude. Real creepy

• I hate Magnussen with a passion but ngl his house is pretty bomb

• Why has a got a statue of a knight on an ostrich, and why does the camera focus on it? Kinda random XD

• Clever how they never show him going down the stairs the storeroom. IMPORTANT LATER ON

• Lady Magnussen when she sees Magnussen: *quietly* what the fuck

• "She looked delicious" "yum-yum": EEUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH

• "I have a condition": is that condition.... being a creepy weirdo???

• HEY SHE MAY BE AN OLD LADY BUT SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN SO SHUT THE FUCK UP MAGNUSSEN

• "This isn't blackmail it is.... ownership": uhhhhhh, pretty sure it's blackmail mate

• I'M SORRY BUT WE DON'T JUST LICK PEOPLE'S FACES, WHO WERE YOU RAISED BY DUDE

• The driver knowing something's up: we stan a king

• BAKER STREET YEAAAAAH BITCHES

• The intro mussssiiiiiccccc: it will now be stuck in my head for days XD

• When you miss your bestie: :(

• John being clueless XD

• *doesn't know what to do* *makes tea*

• "He the drugs one?" "Nicely put John"

• "Who's Sherlock Holmes" "See, that does happen"

• I think John feels bad for snapping at her XD

• "THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH ME. Imagine I said that without shouting": me 24/7

• Dude we know you tryna look sexy but the tyre lever XD

• "It is a tiny bit sexy" "I know": *is forcefully reminded of Boyle screaming "later sluts"*

• "I'm not just browsing": MATE IT'S NOT BLOODY ARGOS LOL

• Why is John so fucking cocky? Like we get you're an adrenaline junkie but Jesus XD

• JOHN BAMF WATSON IS HERE GUYS

• "Nope, just used to a better class of criminal": truth

• "Arse end of the universe with the scum of the earth": Jooooohn be nice

• Sherlock just so casual like " Oh HIIIII"

• "They're havin' a fight": Oh, like..... a married couple....?

• "WEll NoT nOW": we stan a queen XD

• "Alright Shezza?": *John and Mary Watson, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, Molly and NSY have joined the chat*

• MOLLY YAAAAAAAS QUEEN PUT HIM IN HIS FACE

• "Just. Stop it."

• They are so concerned and Sherlock can't see it and I CAN'T

• "Just some guy" Sherlock: JOHN YOU DIDN'T *is suddenly more in love than ever*

• Sherlock: *hears what he sounds like* *ROLLS EYES*

• Billy knows what's going ON

• "Hang on, weren't there other people?"

• "I've got Mrs Hudson on semi-permanent mute"

• "Why do you do that": IT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU

• "Cross-dressing may have been a wiser path for you": Mycroft your uncle was a bloody QUEEN

• "foR GOD'S SAKE"

John: oh deary me

• The mardy lil "I'm just gonna sit in this chair"

• MYCROFT STOP TATTLING ON YOUR BROTHER

• Also the Holmes parents line dance: I feel like this fact is super underrated XD

• "Just look frightened and. Scuttle": I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

• "I think we'd both find that embarrassing": THE FACT THIS WAS AN IMPROVISATION MARTIN IS SUCH A FAB ACTOR

• "Okay, I'll let you know if I notice"

• "Don't appall me when I'm high": genuinely one of my favourite lines of the entire series

• "God no. Trying to recruit you": Sherlock knows his John so weeeeelllll

• "Stay out of my bedroom" John: *immediately goes for the bedroom*

• JANINE HEYYYYYYYYY

• "Sherl.....": John is having a fucking field day with the nicknames

• John's confused little face XD XD

• "You have a girlfriend" "Yes I have" *JOHN WATSON CANNOT COMPUTE*

• Damn they're starting with the aquarium shit early

• "You got that from a book" "Everyone got that from a book"

• I'm sorry but Sherlock Holmes acting straight it the weirdest thing EVER

• "Maybe I will....": OH GOD. If she knows "what he's really like" (ie gay), then she also knows how much he loves John (she was at the wedding), so she's basically saying "I'll tell him you're in love with him"

• John: OH YES. THIS. THIS IS SOME NICE CEILING. MMM. GOOD CEILING

• John is so hung up on dinner XD

• "With wine.... and sitting....": I love the idea that when Sherlock eats, he just walks around like munching on shit. Like John used to get out of the shower and when he opened the bathroom door Sherlock would be standing there rocking on his heels eating a scotch egg XD

• "It's in the fridge, it kept ringing": me as an adult

• John just being so armed

• OH GOD SHERLOCK YOU'RE SO DAMAGED LIKE SO MANY PRESSURE POINTS

• BITCH DON'T BRING UP REDBEARD

• Oi listen Magnussen you little bitch

• NO PLEASE DON'T

• Shut UP Magnussen: as a Brit I cannot condone what the fuck he's saying. I AM A PROUD BRIT

• WHYYY

• WHYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEEING IN THE FUCKING FIREPLACE: this is why Moriarty was better, the sweetie had manners

• "How do you know his schedule?" "Because I do"

• The fact that Sherlock's checked with Mary if John is available XD

• CAM news: OMG THE CAM LETTER FROM S3E2, it makes sense nowwww

• Sherlock is so good at pick-pocketing

• "...your head kicked in." "Do we really need so much colour?" "It passes the time"

• I'M SORRY HIS CUTE LIL FACE WITH THE RING BOOOXXXXX

• I am fully convinced Sherlock was pretending Janine was John when he made the proposal

• SHERLOCK YOU CAN'T GET ENGAGED TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING OFFICE

• SHERLLL BEING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS NOT HUMAN ERROR, PLS GET SOME SELF ESTEEM

• "Bit rude, I just proposed to her"

• Sherlock immediately knows something's going on

• "...white supremacist so who cares?": SHERLOCK YAAAAS

• "During our own burglary" aka "really u idiot"

• The fact he immediately dismisses Mary: HE'S SO SWEET HE DOESN'T WANT TO RUIN JOHN'S HAPPINESS

• OH MY GOD THE REVEAAAAAAAAAL

• That moment when he realised. He just realises. The deductions he ignored: they could have helped her

• NO MARY YOU SHOT HIM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

• I'M SORRY BUT SAYING YOU'RE SORRY DOESN'T RIGHT THIS

• The sirens: again, as I said, the way this episode is made is incredible

• People often remark on who turns up in his mind palace: I totally agree with the idea that the others are his heart, "and you should never let it rule your head"

• SHERLOCK CALLING HIMSELF STUPID IN HIS MIND PALACE OH SWEETIE NO

• The fact Anderson is there tho

• THE FACT THAT EVEN THE FLOWERS TILT JESUS THE DETAIL

• "Don't go into shock, obviously": woooooooow, thanks Mycroft

• Oh Redbeard, the sweet little dog: "They're putting me down too now"

• Oh come on, he was totally looking for John's room when he ran into Mary

• NO NOT THE PADDED ROOM

• You don't understand: I actually can't watch this scene. It freaks me out so much. It's so sad, and the acting is SO GOOD.

• "Pain. Heartbreak. Loss. Death.": I'm sorry, but isn't that everything Sherlock's been through with John almost?

• Magnussen: dude I ain't telling you who shot him

• "It's raining. It's pouring. Sherlock, is boring. I'm laughing. I'm crying. Sherlock, is dying": JESUS THIS SONG

• "Mrs Hudson will cry. And mummy and daddy will cry. And the woman will cry. And John will cry buckets and buckets. It's him I worry about the most. That wife..... John Watson is definitely in danger": THE FACT THAT THAT MAKES HIM COME BACK; I'm sorry but how can you deny Johnlock after that?? He literally COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD for John Watson. Also, note how he misses off Greg and Molly and Mycroft. He thinks they don't care but they do. They care so much, Sherlock.

• "Oh you're not getting better are you?"

• MARY STOP ACTING ALL FUCKING INNOCENT YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM

• "I'm buying a cottage": I mean why not

• The fact that they're fine with each other after insulting each other XD

• I maintain that Janine is Moriarty's secret sister

• "I have an interview with The One Show and I haven't made it up yet"

• "I know what kind of man you are. We could have been friends": AGAIN she totally knows he's gay

• The fact he's self-punishing by turning the morphine down MY BABY

• The fact Greg just wants a video XD: I still want a Special Features on one of the DVDs of "videos from Greg Lestrade's phone"

• Of COURSE Sherlock's broken out, what else were you expecting John?

• Mycroft's little hand gestures like "off you go peasant": we know you love Greg really Myc

• "...stalked him one night" "foLLOWED"

• YOU, JOHN. HE'S PROTECTING YOU YOU DIPSHIT

• The fact Sherlock went back to Baker Street, BLEEDING INTERNALLY, to put John's chair back <3<3<3

• "A façade. Remind you of anyone?"

• Of course you can't Sherlock XD

• The fact he won the house in a card game with a cannibal XD

• I love this scene. Everything just suddenly makes sense. Everything she's said suddenly has a different meaning

• "You were very slow": BECAUSE HE WAS IGNORING THE WARNING SIGNS SO HE DIDN'T WANT TO UPSET JOHN

• "Even Scotland Yard can get somewhere with that"

• I feel like Sherlock had a little bit of a panic when she pulled the gun out, because he KNOWS that John is sitting there and he can't lose John Watson

• She loves John but he loves John too.... too much man, too much

• She can barely turn: the fact she knows that she may have just lost John forever

• YAAAAS WE'RE AT THE HOLMES' GUYS

• "How is it only 2 o'clock, I am in agony"

• "Is this your laptop, Mycie?" "Upon which depends the security of the free world, yes, and you've got potatoes on it"

• "Am I happy, I haven't noticed?" *gets hit with cracker*

• MRS HOLMES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "Someone's put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who I will turn absolutely monstrous": *takes tea to said shooter*

• When the dad is the only sane one XD

• I think even Sherlock's dad can see how much his son is in love with John

• I'm sorry but the entirety of the first bit at the Holmes': I STAN IT GUYS

• "What exactly is the point of you!?"

• "What's going on" "Bloody good question": me in physics

• Jesus Mrs Hudson is right Sherlock does look bloody awful

• "...that's me by the way, hello": HE'S SO PROUD AND IT'S SO SWEET

• "IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S CARTEL, I was just typing"

• The fact he tells him to be calm: Sherlock KNOWS that he needs to calm John down to get this sorted out

• Mary, stop being sarcy with him he's tryna sort it out

• "Because you won't love me when you've finished, and I don't want to see that happen": I mean she's not my favourite but I still feel so sorry for her

• "Look at you two: you should've got married": Sherlock: OH BABY NOT MY GAY ASS

• See, Sherlock SAYS that the reason Mary didn't kill him was because John would be part of the murder investigation, but I think it's because she's already seen what Sherlock's death would do to John: she's seen him crying at the grave, seen him drunk and screaming for Sherlock to come back, seen him unable to even walk past St Barts without seeing Sherlock hitting the ground over and over and over again, and she knows she can't do that to him again

• Paramedics: yo we here

• "She shot you" "ehhhhh mixed messages"

• "The problems are your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege": GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE JOHN WATSON

• "You can mow the sodding lawn from now on": the fact John uses his wife's secret identity to get out of chores is such a mood XD

• When your mother catches you smoking: Mycroft: nope wasn't me Sherlock: *immediately blames his brother*

• "Your loss would break my heart" "what the HELL am I supposed to say to that": brotherly feeeeeeeeeeeels

• "Go and have some more": AWWW YOU LOVE HIM REALLY

• Dr Watson voice is baaaack

• Awwww at least he checks they're all still breathing XD

• "You can imagine the Christmas dinners".... GUYS THE OMENS CAME TRUE

• I love the idea that Sherlock just waltzed into Angelo's like "yo can I have a table", and Angelo DIDN'T EVEN QUESTION what he was wearing or the fact he was hooked up to morphine, just said "yoooo, I got your table sorted" and brought him food XD

• The constant flashbacks in this episode are so effective, cos they really bloody fit in

• "My brother": *literally delivers a drugged Mycroft all wrapped up with a little bow on top* "WELL I DIDN'T LIE"

• "Oh yeah we could be imprisoned for high treason btw": Sherlock stop you idiot

• "But it's Christmas!"

• "WHY WOULD I BRING MY GUN!?!!?!?!" "Coat pocket?" "YES"

• "But look how you care about John Watson": even MAGNUSSEN knows guys

• Awwwww Mycroft's pressure point is Sherlock, that's kinda sweet

• You've gotta admit Magnussen's logic is pretty sound

• "I enjoy it": yeah but you're a sadistic maniac, mate, you don't enjoy normal things

• He must have half the fucking Eden Project in his house XD

• Ooooo THE VAULTS ARE A MIND PALACE: big reveaaaaaaaaaal

• Sherlock's little look down: it's as if he's chastising himself, telling himself he should have know

• "I don't understand" "You should put that on a t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 1

• "Sherlock do we have a plan?" *silence*

• "I still don't understand" "And there's the back of the t-shirt": JOHN WATSON T-SHIRT SAGA #2, PART 2

• When Magnussen makes John let him flick his face: Sherlock can't even WATCH. He's just standing there, staring at the floor, still questioning why he didn't see it

• I mean I'm sorry but the murderous little glint in Sherlock's eyes when Magnussen is flicking John: he knows there's nothing he can do, but then he also knows what he's about to do. And he knows that John is going to hate it, but it's the only way to keep Mary safe

• THE LOVING LOOK AT JOHN JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T

• "MERRY CHRISTMAS" *bang*: JESUS SHERLOCK NO

• Mycroft sounds so panicked, like "no please don't shoot him"

• "Tell her she's safe now": THEN. That was the moment John realised. The moment he realised who he was really in love with

• All Mycroft can see is his crying, upset and scared little brother AND I CAN'T

• "You know what happened to the other one": OOOOOOO

• "There is no prison where we can incarcerate Sherlock without him causing a riot on a daily basis": dis be true guys

• SHERLOCK MAKES MARY LOOK AFTER JOHN I CAAAAAAN'T

• The fact that all acceptingly walk away, like they know what Sherlock is gonna try to do

• "The game is never over, John. There are just new players": SHERL STOP

• "6 months, my brother estimates. He's never wrong": he KNOWS he's gonna die

• The fact he can't even tell John just shows something, doesn't it

• "John there's something I need to say. Something I've always meant to say but never have. Since it's unlikely that we'll ever meet again, I might as well say it now": we all wanted it. We all wanted him to say it. Even JOHN had the hopeful little look in his eyes....

• "Sherlock is actually a girl's name": BUT HE CHICKENS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND. You can just see the disappointment and upset in his face, even on the plane, knowing that he may not see John again and John still doesn't know

• "Did you miss me?": MORIARTY YES WE STAN A QUEEN

• "You're needed": the lil panic cos he knows his OD isn't gonna work

• "Who needs me" "....England": yeah, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland are screwed XD

#sherlock holmes #sherlock #sherlocks3 #johnlock #his last vow #s3e3 #brain dump #wtf brain #kinda analysis #analysis

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nycttophilic · 4 years

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RWBY Verse: Team BLST

Kira, Linkette, Grelle, and Midna’s team!! They’re a group of Huntresses (or training to be them, if you wanna meet them while they’re at school) who have been close friends since they were first made a team together. Let me go in a bit to describe them...

Team as a whole:

Team BLST is pronounced Team Bloodstone.

The team is from Mistral and graduated (if in a verse post their schooling) from Haven. Despite all odds and what others thought of them, they graduated at the top of their class, mainly due to Kira’s guidance (despite being the youngest in the group). They’re loyal to Lionheart, that is, until he failed their whole city and sided with Salem only to be killed. Team BLST does whatever they can to keep Mistral safe in his absence, but there’s only so much they can do.

Heavily relies on Kira’s leadership and calmness in the face of danger, so if she was taken out of the picture the team would surely fall.

Kira:

Born in a small village-like-clan just outside of Mistral. It was a village of outcasts and criminals, in which her mother was the leader. However, when her mother went into Mistral for information, she met a man she fell in love with. It was against the rules to be with someone outside of the clan, and when Kira was born the two were in big trouble. Kira’s sister, Midna’s, dad killed Kira’s mom, and her dad took her to a family in Mistral. If you know anything about Kira, you should know what happened then—abuse...

When she accidentally killed her father, she was on the run until she found Midna, her half sister who was from the clan their mother was from. They wouldn’t want Kira there, and Midna didn’t want to stay there her whole life either. The two agreed to live in Mistral together and never speak of their family, and when they were old enough, they would both join Haven together and be damned if they didn’t become a team together. Very strong sisterly bond.

Kira is a human and the youngest in her team, joining Haven RIGHT when she turned 17, unlike the others who waited a year or two.

Kira’s semblance is that she heal others by putting her Aura into them to heal their wounds, quite like Jaune’s. However, unlike Jaune (that we know of), there’s a flip side to Kira’s semblance: she can shoot her aura from her body forcefully, which will bring incredible pain to whoever is hit. This is how she killed her “adoptive father”. It’s like a burst of magic from her hand when she uses it to harm someone, and a gentle flow from her palms when she heals. She can control how much pain someone experiences, but she’s working on how much/quickly she can heal someone.

Her weapon is similar to Weiss’s in the sense that it’s a sword that shoots out dust, but Kira’s is actually dual katanas that shoot out dust. She can also shoot her semblance throw them.

Midna:

Kira’s older sister. She grew up in the clan thingy with the intention of being its next leader. Her mother was actually married to a member of the clan, but still had an affair with Kira’s dad. In this verse, she doesn’t hate Kira for the death of their mom, and instead wants to keep her only remaining family safe. Very protective of her little sis.

She killed her father when she learned he killed her mom. She was 15 at the time, Kira 12. That’s when she left to go search for her little sister. They lived on the streets for a while with the goal to join Haven when they became of age, so Midna waited for Kira to turn 17 before joining herself.

Midna was 20 when she joined Haven, Kira 17. Midna’s the oldest out of the group.

Midna’s weapons are similar to Ren’s in the sense that they double as dual pistols. Kira and Midna both dual wield, but their weapons are VERY different—kira is best with her swords so close combat, Midna uses her weapons as guns so ranged combat. They’re also BOOMERANGS, and are very sharp ones that could easily cut the head off of a weak grim if thrown hard enough. This also makes them very dangerous, as Midna must catch it PERFECTLY lest her hand will get sliced off.

Her semblance is very similar to her powers in LoZ. She can cover an area with twilight, thus meaning she can control whatever’s in the space or make the twilight in that area a WEAPON to kill her enemy, if they step in her terrain. She can also use the twilight in the area to make walls of twilight, as well as twilight electricity. This is a semblance that is passed down from the leaders of her clan, so it’s a VERY powerful semblance. Midna is definitely the most powerful member in terms of her semblance. However, such power is very tolling on her level of aura.

Linkette:

Linkette, unlike my other girls, grew up in a good family of huntsmen. In Mistral, her family is definitely one of the ones on the top side, while the others live on the lower side. However, all of that changed when both of her parents were murdered, leaving her and her younger sister to be orphans.

Linkette was 10 when she watched her parents being killed, her sister only 4. At that point, Linkette made it her mission to kill the man who murdered her parents. She also discovered her semblance at this time, which I will get to later. 4 years later, she in finally found that man and killed him. With that out of the way, she swore to never again kill someone out of cold blood. Also, now the sisters were orphans and were living on the street too. However, Linkette took care of things and protected her sister, so they lived better than Kira and Midna. Linkette worked for money and killed Grim for even more coin. That’s also where she learned to use a sword, from her sensei—who took her and her sister in (idk who this is yet, so if someone wants to give me someone to take care of sword girl and her sis PLS)

Linkette joined Haven a bit before turning 18, so she’s the second youngest. She’s also very down to earth and straight forward, as well has no tolerance for nonsense. She gets along with Kira the best and gets into fights with Grelle quite often, but it’s like sisterly bickering.

Linkette’s weapon is VERY similar to Jaune’s. It’s a sword with a sheath that turns into a shield, really simple. But that’s the only weapon she knows how to use, so she’s excellent at it. Despite her weapon being so plain, she is hands down the strongest fighter on the team.

Her semblance is very similar to her BSD ability. Basically, she has these four masks that when she puts one of them on, they completely change her body and give her special powers. If you’re curious about them, just ask me about it and I’ll send you the post about them uwu

Grelle:

Grelle, like Kira and Midna, grew up on the dark side of Mistral. She was poor and lived in a large-ish family (three sisters, two parents, and herself) so she grew up stealing from people to provide for her family. Her parents didn’t like her since she was the youngest, as they hardLy cared about their children. She was basically raised by her sisters.

Grelle is actually a FAUNUS. She’s a fox Faunus, with a fox tail and ears to match. Her entire family are fox Faunus. This helped her be sneaky when stealing from people, thus aiding in her criminal life. However, when she learned of her semblance (explained later), her sisters told her to ALWAYS use it to hide the fact she’s a Faunus. So, you can’t tell she’s part fox just by looking at her—she looks completely human.

Grelle is trans, so as a child she was seen as a son in her parent’s eyes. And that’s it. Only her sisters saw her as an actual person, so she loves them very much. However, when it was clear she had feelings for both men and women, her homophobic parents kicked her out of the family and onto the streets. Luckily, she lived her whole life on the streets of Mistral, so she was fine.

Grelle joined Haven Academy at 18 years old. She gets along best with Midna, and she adores messing with Linkette and making things less perfect for her. If you ask her why she became a huntress, she would answer “So I could meet some hot huntsmen~~”.

Her semblance is the ability to manipulate her appearance. This makes her excellent in secret missions as she could make herself look different, and also this is how she gave herself a female body to accomplish her dreams of being a woman. And, of course, how she hides her tails and ears. She’s gotten so excellent at this ability that she can maintain her feminine form while asleep, and most of the time can continue to hide her ears and tail while asleep too. But if she completely changes her appearance, that’s harder to maintain while her mind is occupied.

Grelle’s weapon is hands down the most messiest. She legit has a fucking CHAINSAW that can shoot out bullets of dust, but she usually uses it to hack up grim that gets in her way. She’s the best at stealth missions due to her semblance and fox-like abilities, but as huntresses they don’t really have jobs like that very often. She’s also VERY strong, but she doesn’t look it because of her appearance semblance.

#(THEY ARE READY!!!!!!)#~wєlcσmє tσ α wσrld σf nєw ѕσlutíσnѕ; wєlcσmє tσ α wσrld σf вlσσdч єvσlutíσn~ |RWBY Verse|#~єvєrчσnє thínkѕ thαt wє’rє pєrfєct; plєαѕє dσn‘t lєt thєm lσσk thrσugh thє curtíαnѕ~ [Kira Black]#~fєєl líkє í’m fínαllч unвrσkєn; fєєl líkє í‘m вαck frσm thє dєαd~ [Linkette]#~cαrrч mє thrσugh thє fíght; вαthєd ín twílíght~ [Midnight]#~whαt‘ѕ wrσng wíth вєíng cσnfídєnt?~ [Grelle Sutcliff]#~чσu‘rє α nαturαl; α вєαtíng hєαrt σf ѕtσnє~ /Character Study/#fandom: RWBY

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE (Destroyer fic)

Request: just watched Destroyr too nd I'm thirsty for a fic nd saw you're taking requests from it. Can you do a fic where chris goes undercover with the reader instead with erin and when the Russian Roulette shit happens the reader does something to stop it nd chris confronts her later or smthng || idk it's a messy request sorry. || Pls make it anon??? || lol srry XOXO

Pairing: Chris x reader (Destroyer)

Genre: angsty (?) idk how to describe it

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Warnings: not actual spoilers (that's a warning), tension, makeout, language

A/N: first of, I feel like I should make this clear again THIS DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS BUT IT IS BASED ON A PART OF A SCENE OF THE MOVIE. Also, DAMN I enjoyed writing this. Also, it soothed the pain caused by the movie (thanks Nicole Kidman, you lovely human being, for destroying my heart). Anyway, enjoy <3.

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I lay down on the sofa, giving Chris a brief glance to check on him. A while ago, I could have just asked him since all the party noise would have covered our voices, but it all had gotten really quiet.

People had slowly left, and in the house there were just a few people left. Silas, sitting on the armchair; Petra and that other girl, checking their messed up makeup in the mirror; Toby, playing some random video game; Chris, sat right behind Toby, and Arturo, who was coming my way in the moment.

"look what I found" he shook the pack of beers on his right hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

"reinforcements" I extended my hand for him to give me one. "nice, I needed it" I opened the one he gave me and took a sip.

When Arturo made a hesitant attempt to sit besides me, I moved my leg for him to have more room. "looking gorgeous today, Y/n" he said, half cuddling me.

Arturo was kind of pinning over me, I knew it. I sometimes, if I was in a playful mood, would lead him on. He knew I 'was with Chris' —even though we weren't actually together—, so there was nothing else apart from teasing and light flirting.

Chris, however, to pretend, most of the times would play the jealous boyfriend card, but right now he was distracted.

There was someone who was noticing it, though. Silas had his eyes on us, and, if I only had noticed it before, I would have stopped.

But I hadn't.

I jumped at the loud thud that sounded right besides me. When I turned to it, I saw a small gun on the floor.

"Arturo" Silas called the boy besides him. He tilted his head to the gun with a sick smile on his face. "let's see if your time has come?"

The room, now silent, was filled with anxiety and tension.

I tried playing it cool, but the fear in my eyes gave me away. I knew I was being too obvious when Chris decided to intervene.

"fuck it, Arturo" he said carelessly, not looking at anyone, but at the joint he had just rolled. "don't do it" he added, lighting up the joint before giving it a puff.

"it's none of your business Chris" Chris replied at Silas' statement with a gesture of indifference while he let out the smoke. "C'mon Arturo, grow a pair. Don't wanna play?"

I knew things were about to get worse than expected when Arturo got up and grabbed the gun from the floor.

"there he goes" Silas commented, letting out a dark chuckle. "c'mon, come here and look at me in the eye."

I stole a glance at Chris, who was subtly staring at me with almost unnoticeable nervousness in his eyes.

"Wait" all of them turned to me. "he doesn't wanna do it." before Silas could protest, I gave him a knowing smirk "doesn't have what it takes"

"sweetheart, it's done" Silas made himself more comfortable before looking at Arturo again. "someone gotta play now, so go ahead"

I wasn't going to allow that to happen.

"I wanna play." I stated, standing up. "and I definitely got what it takes" I made my way to then, noticing how Chris' breath hitched, making him swallow the smoke and causing him to cough. "c'mon give me the gun"

Arturo gave me the gun, not before looking at Silas for approval. "Okay sweetheart" the man sitting before me let out a chuckle. "same rules. Gun against your head and eyes on me"

"Silas, c'mon" Petra, who had stayed silent until then, spoke with a trembling voice. "don't- babe, let's drop it."

"Nope, babydoll" the man replied. "c'mon Y/n, make the roulette spin, will you?" it took me a second, but I managed to made the cylinder spin without looking at it. "atta girl."

"baby, quit it" I heard Chris voice, but I didn't really listen to it. "leave it, c'mon" I took a deep, shaky breath, and, when I felt my eyes watering, I pulled the trigger. "Y/n!"

Nothing happened.

I exhaled, tossing the gun to the floor and shutting my eyes. "Y/n, sweetheart, you're nuts." Silas started to laugh, giving me a surprised look. "it was loaded. You can't let people tell you what to do like that" everyone started to chuckle lightly too.

"it has three bullets inside" I turned to Chris, who was holding the gun with the cylinder open. "holy fuck" he managed to feign a laugh and I exited the room, feeling my whole body shaking.

"Chris, go get your crazy girl" Silas said, not able to stop laughing. "go and fuck, she'll calm down!"

I heard heavy steps behind me before a large hand grabbed my forearm, dragging me into a dark room. "what were you thinking" Chris hissed, shutting the door. "what the fucking hell, Y/n?"

"he-" I chewed my lip harsh enough to draw blood, while my back rested against the wall. "there was three bullets, you said it yourself. I knew there was a trick."

"so what?!" he hit the wall besides me, taking a shaky breath "it was damn obvious there was a fucking trick. That's not a reason for you to play the Russian fucking Roulette"

"what if he had killed himself?" I asked, hugging myself in a vain attempt to refrain my goosebumps.

"better him than you"

"Silas gave him the gun because of me. 'cause he was flirting with me" I explained "I didn't want his death in my conscience" I replied, gripping my forearms.

"yeah? Well I didn't want a bullet in your fucking skull and I almost got it" he bit back, choking on the last few words. "do something like that again and you're out"

"you can't fucking do that" I stated. "we're undercover, you can't make me leave."

"fuckin' bet, baby" he growled, trying to pass by me and open the door. He couldn't, though since I put myself between him and the door. "move your ass out of my way, Y/n"

"you really wanted one of the criminals we're chasing to get killed?"

"I swear to fucking God Y/n-"

"Tell me" I shoved him back for him to get away from the door "that you wouldn't have done something like that if you thought it was the right thing to do" when he, instead of replying, growled under his breath with his eyes on the ceiling, I repeated, "fuckin' tell me you wouldn't-"

We heard the door's lock clicking open and I panicked, afraid someone might have heard us.

"fuck"

I took a glance at the door, which was being opened.

"shit" When I turned to Chris again, I barely had time to process that he, with his hands gripping my hips, was backing me against the wall before hurriedly crashing his lips against mines.

"Hey guys- Okay" Toby stood there, holding onto the door frame, for a long minute, watching us making out. "they're fine!" he yelled, turning back to the room where everyone was. "I think they're gonna fuck!- sorry for the interruption, I'll give you some... Privacy"

With that, the door closed again and we were left alone in the dark. It was only when we were sure we were safe, that Chris let go of me.

We stood close to each other, breathing heavily. From my current angle, the moonlight made the tears in his face gleam.

Those tears that I didn't even know were there. Those tears that kept running down his cheeks nonstop.

"what are you fucking looking..."

He went silent when my arms wrapped around him, gripping the back of his jacket with both of my hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry" I whispered. "but I don't regret it. It was the right thing to do. Arturo didn't deserve that shit, you know it"

"you didn't either" he circled my hips, pulling me flush against him, like I was going to banish. "Goddammit, Y/n. You didn't either" he muffled a brief sob by burying his face deep into the crook of my neck. "God fucking damnit."

"nothing happened, Chris" I mumbled in a shaky breath, bringing him impossibly closer to me. "I'm fine"

"you scared the shit out of me" he muttered under his breath, letting himself rest against me. "I was so fucking terrified-"

"we're alright" I whispered, pulling away to wipe his tears.

After a beat of silence, he leaned on me an planted a tender, careful kiss on my lips. And it was easy to tell that this one wasn't feigned. This one had Chris' actual feelings on it.

"what was that?" I muttered, slightly confused.

"two weeks deep into this and you already put your life on the line three times" he explained with his jaw clenched. "I'll better come clean 'bout my feelings before you do something stupid and get yourself killed." I nodded, not really knowing what to say. "you... Don't have to- we can just keep pretending, it's fine with me" he cleared his throat, fidgeting with the hem of my jacket. "but, just in case, I needed you to know"

I nodded again without letting any word escape my lips. He waited for an answer that didn't come, and after a few seconds, he cleared his throat again and walked to the bed.

I frowned at him sitting on it. "we should wait a bit." he explained "they think we're fucking so-"

"it's gonna make it more complicated" I blurted out, half wining because, damn, I wanted to be with him. To actually be with him.

"why?" he questioned, resting his elbows over his thighs. "because we'll get too attached? Because we'll get hurt if something happens to the other?"

Those questions made me angry because they were, in fact, the reasons I was going to give him. Now that he had said them out loud, I realized they were stupid reasons.

We were already too attached to each other. We would get hurt anyway if something happened to one another.

"Y/n, I need you to say something"

I walked to him, sat on his lap, and caressed both of his cheeks with my hands. "Okay. Let's do this" I replied, pulling him into a kiss that was, by no means, meant to be rough, but ended up being it.

"Listen" he pulled away for an instant to take off his jacket and mine. "don't you fucking dare to play the Russian Roulette ever again."

"Okay" I pulled the tee off my body and tossed it to the floor. "I won't"

"promise you won't do anything stupid" he demanded, leaning to kiss my jaw, just to pull away to throw his shirt besides mine.

"I promise"

"Good" he cupped my cheeks, bringing me closer to kiss my lips. "cause I'm not sure if I'll be able to stay undercover if something happens to your reckless ass"

#chris x reader #chris destroyer #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan drabble #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan masterlist #sebastian stan #sebastian stan destroyer #silas destroyer #petra destroyer #destroyer movie #destroyer #chris beck imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #b99 #b99gif

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fic I wish you'd write: Agency AU but with superpowers/supernatural twist? :D? starring whoever you feel like right now but I'm feeling particularly Jeremy, Gavin, and/or Ryan rn

Oh my God, I love this so much?

Jeremy starts out in this Agency AU as a cop, right? And he’s on a task for investigating ~strange homicides/missing persons, and things go Terribly Wrong.

They’re planning a raid on this location – warehouse or some such and everyone gets separated, their radios fail – just all kinds of fuckery.

Jeremy gets attacked by someone in the dark and bitten – he thinks it’s some guy on PCP or something similar because who fucking bites other people, right? The guy will not listen when Jeremy tells him to put his hands behind his head and whatnot, and Jeremy is forced to shoot him because he keeps attacking him.

And then he goes to find the rest of his task force and everyone’s dead or just missing and it’s a whole clusterfuck.

Afterward his bosses are clearly lying about what happened, and he gets put on other cases and no one’s looking into what happened???

He puts up with it for a while, but the whole thing keeps eating at him until he looks into on his own, and his bosses find out. Threaten to fire him if he keeps up with his private investigation but he quits instead.

Throws himself into solving this case – he lost good friends when everything went bad – and I the back of his head is this little voice telling him what a bad idea it is but he can’t not do this thing right?

And he ends up stumbling into this bigger mess that Gavin and Ryan are investigating with their agency.

Keeps seeing things from the corner of his eye – swears it’s a person, but when he turns to look it’s just a weird shadow being cast by everyday objects and the like. This black cat watching him from the top of a fence or some such, a raven perched in a tree. Some fuck-off huge dog skulking in the shadows.

(Strange that he sees them all over the city, but whatever. Weirder things and the whatnot.)

Slow shift from typical ~mystery story to urban fantasy shenanigans and Jeremy doesn’t realize it at first. Always has some explanation for whatever he happens to see, but even he has a hard time believing it after a while.

The baddies catch Jeremy when he gets too close and he’s dragged in to be the sacrifice in some ritual – summoning a demon or something along those lines because of fucking course – and this whole time he’s just like. Wondering what is wrong with all these loonies???

But then Gavin and Ryan show up to Save The Day, right?

Gavin’s got his knives – one’s got enough silver in it to give a werewolf a real bad night, the other has enough cold iron to make the fae think twice. Wood stakes and silver bullets and all kinds of weaponry for the supernatural creatures and whatsits.

“Really?”

“We like to be prepared.”

Jeremy is just like ??? because it’s Gavin and that fuck-off huge dog of his and he’s never seen that breed before???

Gavin is like Jeremy, pls, at him as he’s cutting him free of the the ropes binding him to the stone alter (really, what is with these people???) and the dog goes to town.

There’s a lot of screaming and whoever Gavin is, he’s not concerned about it, so uh. Thanks?

Gavin tells Jeremy to stick close while he goes after the leader of this group who had some sort of artifact and he does even though he’s not a hundred percent sure Gavin is a good guy. (But he doesn’t seem like he’s into the human sacrifice side of things, so that’s a point for him in Jeremy’s book.)

There’s this whole chase and standoff scene, but they catch the head baddie and Jeremy even saves Gavin’s life at some point – shoots some asshole trying to sneak up on him. Gavin gives Jeremy this surprised look and this little smile and Jeremy has this little oh no, he’s hot moment that is super inappropriate for the setting so he just shoves that aside for later, because wow, yeah.

In the aftermath Jeremy ends up at the agency with Gavin and meets his partner who’s looking a little rough around the edges, but Ryan seems nice enough. (And not just because he shares the donuts he brought wth him.)

Jeremy sits around for a bit until Geoff wanders in and starts asking him how he figured the bit about the vampire coven and their demon master and so on and Jeremy is just like ???

“What in the ever-loving hell are you talking about?”

He just thought it was a bunch of weirdos or kids who’d seen too many movies and the like and Geoff just stares at him like he’s a fucking idiot for a long, long time.

Goes to the door and yells until Gavin and Ryan show up and they all spend a long time explaining to Jeremy that hey, wow. NOT a bunch of crazy kids, and also, how dumb are you?

Jeremy being ??? and !!! and then

“Wait, I’m what?”

Because, look.

That time he got bitten? The guy was a vampire and how the hell do you not notice that you, too, are a vampire?

“Are you all on crack?”

And Ryan walking Jeremy through the whole Being a Vampire thing that Jeremy never really noticed?

He didn’t go out in the day much because the case he was working that went to hell involved a lot of night surveillance and so on. (Thought he was developing an allergic reaction to garlic, and so on and just all these clues and hints he missed – really loves his rare steaks – and convenient things because reasons.)

Everyone being amazed at how oblivious Jeremy is and Jeremy is like “So, wait. I’m a vampire now?”

Gavin laughing himself sick and Ryan not bothering to hide how amused he is – both at Jeremy’s Jeremy-ess and Geoff’s suffering.

Jeremy gets recruited into their agency – Geoff claims it’s to protect him from his own stupidity, but really, Jeremy wasn’t half bad at being a detective and Gavin and Ryan are willing to work with him which is like a minor miracle.

And the Jeremy realizes the cat he was seeing around was Alfredo who is a shapeshifter - “You’re a and fucking werecat???” and the raven was Trevor “A wereraven? Are you kidding me?” (More like the descendant to a trickster spirit, but sure. That works too.)

Michael’s a magic user and Lindsay is a literal trouble magnet. (More like chaos incarnate, but never leave her and Gavin alone for extended periods of time. EVER.)

Gavin is a medium who can talk to the dead and so on (and sighs at his code name, because Geoff is not funny but, yes, Phantom (lololol)).

Ryan is a werewolf.

“You saw me back in the warehouse? The others frequently make dog jokes and leave dog treats on my desk? How the hell is any of this a secret? (No, really. HOW.)

They gave him the code name Vagabond because he gets prickly over being called a lone wolf and someone thought it was funny. (Geoff.)

Jack is very human and yet no one dares cross him. (Fuck with him, sure, but they always pay for it.

Geoff is…

Look, Geoff is the world’s most long-suffering vampire and one look around at all the assholes he’s in charge of explains that, right.

Jeremy is this baby agent who is also a baby vampire and the agency mostly deals with supernatural cases, but every so often they get your run of the mill cases and Jeremy is like this isn’t so bad? (Also, Gavin is STILL hot and Ryan’s not that bad on the eyes and wacky shenanigans???

#miss-ingo #jerevin #jerevinwood #prompt fills #supernatural agency au #fic i wish you'd write meme #third time around #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #miss-ingno #Replies

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whycantihavemorethan32characters · 5 years

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Sweet Child O’ Mine

@just-get-all-the-butterflies

Pairings: Platonic moxiety

Trigger warnings: gun violence, death, blood, gunshot wound, homophobia, angst. Oh so much angst. No happy ending, it’s just sad

AUs: Human AU

Word Count: 2120

They heard heavy breathing in the distance, Patton immediately perking up and looking through the trees, trying to find the source of the noise. “Virgil! Kiddo! Is that you?!” he called out, desperately hoping for a reply. The others followed suit, yelling until their lungs were about to burst and their vocal chords felt like they could tear in half. It was the middle of the night, Logan having lost his glasses, and Patton not being able to see through his tears, Roman was leading the group, being the eyes for both of them. Luckily, those eyes had 20/20 vision, because he suddenly stopped the group in favor of staring at the ground.

“What is it? Why did you stop?” Logan’s confused tone echoed through the empty park. “There’s-there’s footprints. I think” He crouched down, and tried to feel for a break in the dirt, or whatever was causing the dark ovular shape on the path. His fingers felt liquid. He hoped and prayed that it was just water. That he had just stuck his hand in a small puddle. But it was sticky, and warm, and half congealed. Water doesn’t usually congeal.

Three hours earlier

Pride was almost over. It was 8:00 pm sharp, and the boys were about ready to head home. Roman wanted to stay out all night drinking and celebrating...well, himself. However, Logan deemed it unwise, Virgil deemed it unsafe, and Patton was practically falling asleep where he stood. He had been up all night baking rainbow cakes, and pancakes, and cupcakes, and virtually any other thing with the word “cake” in it. After much persuasion, Roman conceded and they started to get back in the car, Roman in shotgun, Logan driving, Virgil and Patton in the backseat.

“Virgil, are you showing Patton more of that PG-13 music again?” Roman loved to tease Virgil for his music tastes, as if listening to Broadway and Disney 24/7 was normal. “No,” Virgil sneered, “Patton’s pretty much out cold.” Logan began to pull out of his parking space, leaving the festivities behind. “Well that’s good. A proper sleeping schedule is im-” He was cut off by a strange, almost explosion-like sound from far away. “What was that?!” Virgil’s eyes immediately went wide in fear. “Probably just fireworks.” Roman explained it away. “People set them off all the time, it’s fine.”

“Yeah.” Logan agreed. “Fireworks.” Patton had been woken up by the sound and Virgil was trying to console him, even though he himself was obviously in a state of panic. He was trying to do his breathing exercises and was furiously pulling his sleeve zipper up and down. It was noticeable that Logan was driving just slightly above the speed limit, which he had never done, and vowed never to do. The sound came again, but louder, ergo closer this time. The car in front of them crashed.

11:05

“Pa-.” Patton heard from what sounded like just a few yards way. Immediately, he started sprinting towards the noise, leaving the other two behind. They ran after him, but halted at the scene before them. Patton was on his knees, leaning over a bleeding Virgil who was breathing much too heavily. Patton looked down at him, sobbing and trying to put pressure on the wound. Virgil grabbed his wrist and made eye contact. He started singing, soft and high, which was unusual seeing as he was always so self conscious about his voice.

“I did exactly as you said, pa. I held my head up high.” Patton recognized the melody and sang the accompanying part. “I know, I know. You did everything just right.” He sniffled. “But now isn’t the time for Hamilton.” Virgil chuckled, and winced at the discomfort in his torso, “Nah,” he whispered, shaking his head. “More like Guns N’ Roses.” He lifted both their hands and peeked at the bloody bullet wound.

Three hours earlier

Logan swerved onto the sidewalk, almost crashing the car into a tree, but narrowly avoiding the accident in front of them. They all hopped out of the car to see what was going on. That noise, which had been confirmed to be a gunshot, kept repeating. People were screaming, police sirens were wailing, and the four held onto each other tightly, Patton now fully awake and praying that his friends would be safe, swearing to himself to take a bullet for them if need be. The other three were doing the same.

“Okay. Um, everyone back in the car. We need to leave, now.” Logan opened Roman’s door and went around to his side. Patton took Virgil by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. “I need you to try to stay calm, alright? I know it’s scary; I’m scared too. But you need to hold your head up high and get through this, okay?” Virgil nodded, the rest of him convulsing in fear. “Patton, we need to go now! Get in the-”

A bullet just narrowly missed Roman, nestling itself into the hood of the car. Virgil spooked at the loud noise and danger, immediately bolting in the opposite direction, into a thickly wooded park. Patton screamed his name and ran after him; Logan tried to get out of the car, only to trip in his frantic haze and fall face forward, smashing his glasses and causing his nose to bleed. Roman picked him up and started running with him towards Patton, who was a few yards ahead of them, Virgil just a speck in the distance.

11:13

Logan covered his mouth, understanding what was going on even though he couldn’t see it. Roman started crying rageful tears, kicking the bushes and trees. “Who? Who did it? Virgil, did you see?!” He yelled into the otherwise vacant woods. “No. He ran past me. Some skinhead with shitty tattoos.” Patton continued to try to comfort him. “Shh, shh. Okay, it’s okay, kiddo. Just keep breathing, And stay awake. You’re gonna be okay.” He took Virgil into his arms, sitting them upright, and getting blood on his clothes and hands. “Liar liar” Virgil started, in between coughs, “pants on fire, Popstar.”

Roman knelt down next to them and pet Virgil’s hair. “Hold on, hot topic. Just for a little longer. Logan’s calling 911, just stay with us for a little longer. Hold on.” The wounded man smiled. “Aww, you think i’m hot.” Roman smiled back and continued to comfort him. Logan kneeled, trying to pry Virgil from Patton as to see the wound better. “Patton, we need to put pressure on the wound. I need you to let go so I can help.” Patton laid Virgil down on the ground and Logan winced at the state of just Virgil’s shirt, let alone his bare abdomen. Even though it was blurry, he could tell the copious amount of blood was mixed with sand and dirt. He borrowed Patton’s glasses and assessed the situation.

“Roman, you have a water bottle, right? Or alcohol of some sort? There’s dirt everywhere, and it’s just going to make this worse.” Roman nodded, getting his water bottle and handing it to Logan, who then lifted Virgil’s shirt to see the mess of dirt, sweat, and blood cluttering a gaping bullet wound. “I am by no means a doctor,” Logan began, “but I’m trying to go on common sense here, along with what medical knowledge I may have. And I would suppose that making sure the wound is clean and putting pressure on it would be two very high priorities.” He poured the water over Virgil’s torso, and watched as the muscles squirmed underneath the skin in pain, dirt, sweat, and dried blood giving way to pale skin and fresh, liquid crimson pouring from the lesion.

“Who has a cloth? Preferably a steril one.” Patton pulled his rainbow beach towel from his tote bag, almost dropping it. “How about this?” Logan nodded, and held out his hand. Patton tossed it with perfect accuracy, and Logan put it on Virgil, pressing down hard. “Just try to breath, Virgil. The ambulance will be here in ten minutes. Deep breaths, please try to regulate your respiratory system.”

Three hours earlier

The three of them had made it into the small patch of forest, Logan refusing to use his flashlight to conserve battery so they could call someone, and desperately looking for Virgil in the dark. Logan couldn’t see that well and was having to breathe through his mouth, Patton was stumbling over every other root and stone, and Roman was trying to apply what he and Logan remembered from being boy scouts together, seeing if they could maybe track Virgil, even in the dark.

To their mutual horror and heartbreak, another gunshot ripped through the air. It came from the forest this time instead of the road. A familiar “Agh” and accompanying groan fell on the group’s ears.“Virgil!” Patton screamed, tripping his way along the crude path towards the sound.

Meanwhile, Virgil had doubled over in pain at the same spot, now on his knees, crawling in the dark and clutching his side, searching for safety. The adrenaline was still running on high, pumping through his body at an alarming rate, dulling the pain and distracting him from his friends, who he heard shouting in the distance. Eventually, he just slumped up against a tree in a patch of dirt, looking at his blood stained shirt. One of his hands was caked in moist black dirt, and he could see the blood he had left behind where grass and dirt met manufactured sand pathway. As the adrenaline rush dulled, the pain increased, and he groaned, pressing down with both hands at the splitting pain.

11:17

Virgil was having water bottles pressed to his mouth, forcing him to take in as many fluids as possible. His shirt had been taken off and discarded, and Patton was behind him, holding him and crying. Just six minutes till the ambulance came. His friends were gathered around him, as if they were gathering around his corpse. He had a foreboding feeling, and for whatever reason, this vague emotion set his body and mind back into a state of panic. Death had the vantage point right now, and Virgil started hyperventilating at the thought.

“Vir-Virgil. Calm down. Regulate your breathing, deep and slow. In for four, hold of seven, out for eight. Patton, please help him calm down.” Patton looked down at Virgil, holding his hand and trying his best to smile and be calming. “Virgil, we need you to breathe. What would help you breathe? Do you want me to sing, like after you have nightmares?” The panic-stricken man nodded, trying to slow his breathing the best he could, squeezing Patton’s hand, holding on for, literally, dear life.

“Yes? Yes. Okay, I can sing for you. I can do that.” Patton took a deep breath, then started pouring out a soft, sweet melody. “He’s got a smile, it seems to me. Reminds me of childhood” he choked up “memories. Where everything. Was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see his face. He takes me away to that special place. And if I’d stare too long I’d probably break down and cry. Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” He paused and looked down, almost smiling, to see that Virgil’s eyes were closed, and Patton realized that he was no longer squeezing his hand. His face fell.

“Virgil?” he patted the younger man’s cheek. “Virgil get up, you have to stay awake, remember? Remember you need to be awake until the ambulance gets here. Remember? Virgil?” Logan took one of his arms, and put two fingers against his wrist, then against his neck. Looking at Patton, he let one single tear roll down his cheek, and just stared at his friend. Patton rushed his ear to Virgil’s chest. What followed was the loudest silence to ever pierce his eardrum.

He stopped breathing. He couldn’t breathe. He just looked into the distance, held Virgil tight in his arms, petting his hair, and rocking them both back and forth, singing all the while. “Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” He repeated the same phrase over and over again. “Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” Sirens sounded in the distance, and they could see flashing lights in their peripheral. “Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” Logan checked his watch. 11:24. The ambulance had taken eleven minutes to arrive.

“Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.”

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