#the dead dont die fanfiction

[hopeamarsu]

Whumptober Day 22: Pick Your Poison

Whumptober masterlist

Ronnie Peterson

Rating: Mature

Word count:

Warnings: Bee sting, anaphylaxis, ambigious ending

Summary: When he’d seen the bee, it had been too late.

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic reaction

When he’d seen the bee, it had been too late. 

Ronnie had tried to move away and not swat at the bee to make it more angrier, but it had been angry from the start and before he could get away, he felt the sting in his collarbone. His eyes grew worried immediately, searching the area for other joggers. Being this early, there were none. 

He searched for the nearest bench, his long legs taking him to it easily. He’d never actually been stung by a bee before and being alone was worrisome. What if he did have an extreme reaction to the bee’s venom? Trying to keep his cool and collected demeanor intact, Ronnie ran a mental check on his extremities, listening if anything felt off. 

The spot where the bee had stung him hurt like hell. Pushing his chin down as far as he could go, he saw the stinger still poking out of his skin, the actual bee nowhere to be found. With a wince, Ronnie took hold of the stinger and pulled, shivering in disgust when he felt the stinger leave his skin. His fingers burned from touching the razorblade-like poker and he was glad to throw it far off from him.  

He’s barely let his hand fall back to his side when the first wave hit him, the red hives appearing on his arms. They spread out like lightning, itching and highlighting just how pale he was. Ronnie had always been pale, but as he looked at the red spots, he didn’t think he’d been this washed out before. 

He ran the next symptoms in his mind, trying to think back to his latest first aid course and what the instructor had told the Centerville PD about bee stings. A swollen throat or tongue, difficulty breathing, stomach pain, dizziness, nausea… He couldn’t even remember all of them. He patted his pockets, trying to locate his phone. Where was his phone? He needed his phone! He needed to call someone! Anyone! 

Panic rising, Ronnie rose up from the bench and swayed on his feet. This only made the panic worse since it was one of the symptoms. With shaking hands, he finally located his phone from his back pocket and pulled it out. 

9…1…1. 

The numbers seemed to jump up and down on the screen erratically and it made it harder to press the right ones. His vision swam, trying to hone in on the small screen - why the hell it was so small - and finally found the call button. Pushing the phone up to his ear, Ronnie sat back down and lifted his shaking fingers to his pulse. 

His heart was beating like it was in a race against the time itself. It hammered in his throat and Ronnie tried to pin a single beat that could help him calculate his heart rate. But he couldn’t keep up with it, the erratic way it kept bouncing was impossible to track.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I’ve beef… I’f beef… Struf…” He tried to get the words out, but all that came was jumble. His tongue felt like it weight tons and tons and barely fit into his mouth. In his agitation, Ronnie rose up again and began running towards some people entering the park. He could barely distinguish them from blobs at this point. He needed help, immediately. 

In his haste and blurry vision, he didn’t see the tree branch hanging low in front of him and ran smack into it. His phone dropped to the ground when his body crumbled, throat closing completely before blackness claimed Ronnie. He didn’t hear the operator on the line.

“Sir! Sir, are you hurt? Sir!”

#Mwhumptober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober2022 #ronnie peterson #officer ronnie peterson #officer ronald peterson #the dead dont die fanfiction #nro.22 #allergic reaction #fic #bee sting #anaphylaxis #whump #hopeamarsu

[bus-ghoul]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Tammy Thompson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Desert Hearts, POV Robin Buckley, Ranches, Internalized Homophobia, comphet, american west, this is not the cowboy au you desire but it is adjacent, Mutual Pining, happy/hopeful ending, robin is obsessed and fascinated by nancys hair, background and implied tammy x robin fwb type situationship, Not Beta Read

Summary:

"I don't write much flowery stuff." Nancy tells her quietly after Robin points out the way the chollas cast their shadows like claws. "I mean- newspaper journalism doesn't have much flexibility for that, you have to get the information in as a priority- but I think I could write about- about this.". Nancy smiles over at her. The stetson she's borrowed shadows her eyes but she still squints with the bright sun in their peripheral. Robin wants to reach out, to place her palm to Nancy's cheek to protect her from the glow.

 "Are you talking about the view?" She asks hoarsely, hand staying loyally at her own side.

Nancy doesn't answer, but her eyes don't leave Robins.

AKA Ronance Desert Hearts AU

#shitting crying throwing up #i'm being dead serious when I say I am rachel berry coded and need applause to LIVE #im like the faeries in the peter pan movie and if people dont believe in me I die except instead of believing in me u comment #trade deal u comment I survive and thrive #can u tell im stressed #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance fanfiction #fanfic #desert hearts #stranger things #ronancetober #but i jumped several days to the wild west prompt sorry

[bandtrees]

two conversations i want to have about "dead dove do not eat"

it's annoying how people treat it as a genre or descriptor in and of itself when it hypothetically should have no ties to "problematic" or "dark", it literally just means "what you see is what you get with these tags" - which is a concept that can encompass any kind of writing. in an ideal world dead dove is not a Type of fic, it is literally just a neutral descriptor, and i think it's very annoying how it got largely co-opted by proshippers who think it's shorthand for Dark And Twisted Porn™ and treat it as some kind of genre in and of itself

it just sounds incredibly lame. what's wrong with just saying "yeah heed the tags this is serious" instead of assuming everyone knows about a nonsense vaguely-artsy meme phrase. can we not just use our words

#babbles #all my love to this commenter (WHO WAS VERY SWEET) someone once recommended we tag tttaac as dead dove which #1) no sorry. i dont like the phrase. #2) i already said in the description and the tags of that fic... to heed the tags... and i warned people... thats what dead dove means #for all intents and purposes that does the same thing as actually tagging it dead dove would...? what difference would it make. no. #i said a million times in the tags and summary 'this is dark and heed the tags' if youre surprised by it at that point idk what to tell you #do you need a dead dove tag so you know its DARK™ when its already tagged as dark and gore and horror and tragedy??? #all my love to that commenter i am not genuinely mad they were a very lovely commenter i just have picked a very particular #niche fanfiction terminology hill to die on and iv been sitting on this rant for months XD #times someone has called tttaac dead dove: 2. which like. huh? why???? do you think dead dove just means Dark...? #SORRY. IM SORRY THIS IS UP THERE IN SOME OF THE PETTIEST IV BEEN ON THIS BLOG

[dayurno]

I know you've read every kevin fic in the world but have you read the new kevjean fic where kevin gets kidnapped? there's only one chap but something about it made my stomach twist, i just wanted talk to someone about its existence😭

EVERY kevjean fic in the world is too strong but yes i have LMFAO im excited for more i thought it was interesting and so worrying..... kevin where did you go what happened to you....... i think if kevin took a plane to meet jean in california and disappeared right after jean would seriously pull the plug like he CANNOT have anything good in his life apparently! anyway i hope they find kevin soon...... jeandreil have a suicide pact ready if they dont i wager

#i love the concept i think its always so interesting to escalate situations like that if a little bit indulgent and cliche #but fanfiction is indulgence and cliches so its always okay #i think kevin would be such a. sorry im gonna sound so deranged #i think kevin would be such a good kidnapee because he has. a sense of self preservation #hed try not to die probably. hopefully #just wait ok youve got so many people on the case kevin. if they dont find you its because youre dead otherwise trust you will be found #asks #kevjean

[lesbiangiratina]

Straight up kinda thought they were about to kiss here is it really possible for a gear and a forbidden beast to fall in love

#machine translation can not parse most of what eddie is saying. but testament certainly says some insane shit to him #they like. empathize with him to the point where they dont understand why he wants to stay alive so bad LOL? #like ‘yeah being an artificial lifeform with opposing wills (human memories vs gear instincts) fucking sucks. why dont YOU want to die .’ #thats crazy. mostly because this was written like. just going off their win quotes lol?? #and yeah those definitely acknowledged their connection perhaps even parallels + testament’s empathy for him #it didnt really get expanded on til ac+ Like a year after this doujin was published #SORRY FOR LIKE. GOING NUTS OVER WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY 2007 FANFICTION #i jjust think testament and eddie are interesting. also the art in this chapter is gorgeous shoutout UHHHHH #soutetsu. they did not put any kind of link in their comment space :( oh well it wouldve been dead now anyway. #the kat goes meow #gg #totentanz

[diegoshargrieves]

listening to mcr while at a horribly low mental point is... an experience.

#going through alllll the stages of breakdown babey!! #apathy sobbing wanting to punch the wall and throw up etc #meltingdown because im grappling with not wanting to be feel like this forever while not seeing a way out anytime in the forseeable future #ffs gerard way couldnt just let me be mentally ill suicidal and content with that #motherfucker rose from the metaphorical dead after eight fucking years to give me a will to live #and now i have to deal with the emotional fallout of this shit #i feel like a fanfiction moment where a suicidal character has a close call with death or conversely sees their life change for the better #and both situations make them realize they dont actually want to die and they want to live and see things get better #and they just break down because all they've ever known was having little to no care or regard for themself and their life #god i would make such a good blorbo. the fandoms would love me. im mentally ill and traumatized as fuck i check all the boxes

[colorfullpaperbird]

Characters in Ace attorney that i believe are aware of fanfiction✨ ( and fandom )

Warning i haven’t played all the games yet, in fact my apollo justice trilogy is crashing every time i try to open it, so all the characters from after aa3 are based on fandom osmosis

Miles Edgeworth - writes Steel Samurai fanfiction on ao3 and has been doing it for some time now (the living embodiment of the ao3 writers curse) would rather die than anyone finding that out tho, doesn’t have a lot of free time so only posts once in like 3-4 months, fics are pretty good and distinct since he writes them with so much formality, so he is relatively popular in some fandom spaces;

Maya Fey- fanfiction reader only, runs an account on Tumblr for Steel Samurai news and fanwork, famous in the fandom and runs a discord server, one of those people that lowkey have their own fandom mostly bc of the insane revelations she drops about her own life from time to time ( “ lmao guys sorry for being absent but i got accused of murder for the 4th time and that really sucked ANYWAYS did you guys look at the leaks for the new reboot… “ ) Shes also way too open about herself on the internet;

Simon Blackquill: Sasuke fan ( derogatory ) also steel samurai fan tho, dont think he goes out the way to read fanfiction ( i think if he did he would read them in fanfiction.net ) but its pretty funny to think hes edgeworths beta reader ( AN: sorry for the delay, unfortunate circumstances came to light that my beta reader was arrested and is now on death roll ) He ran an AMV account on youtube before going to prison;

Trucy Wright: Shes 16 and her only friends are her dads coworkers, she opened wattpad AT LEAST once, probably accidentally read one of those “got sold to one direction (gavinners)” fics and immediately closed the app;

Klavier Gavin: opened wattpad to see what type of fanfiction people were writing about him, he runs a secret fan account and shares fun facts about him and his bandmates as “hcs”, also pretty popular but most people hate him bc they believe his depiction of the gavinners is “too ooc”. He is actually pretty impressed by the quality of most of the works and alludes to their existence constantly in his main on twitter, the fans go insane everytime;

Franziska Von Karma: I don’t believe Franziska is a fanfiction reader nor is she into any fandom, i do however believe she has notifications turned on for Edgeworth’s ao3 account, he doesn’t know that of course, what a foolish fool to think he could hide such a thing from his big sister, she will sometimes quote his work back to him and find amusing seeing him freeze. He thinks its a coincidence because he is too secretive about his hobbies, he’s wrong, she’s been following him online since she was 13, that’s how she knew he wasn’t dead in JFA.

Extras: Phoenix is technologically illiterate, he couldn’t read fanfiction even if he wanted to. Apollo is way too normal for that, he has the law autism not the fandom one. Athena knows of fanfiction bc she is young and in the internet but she wasn’t very interested in it. If you ask Gumshoe about fanfiction he would give you a smile and say “Of course im a Fan of Fiction Pal!”. I do believe Pearl has wattpad but only reads original works on there, so in my opinion she doesn’t count.

Im sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #maya fey #simon blackquill #franziska von karma #trucy wright #klavier gavin

[ladymirdan]

Warning, fandom rant.

I was gonna piggyback ride off Tagedezorns post about falling out of love with the fandom.

Dont get me wrong, I still fucking LOVE 40k.

Im having a great time painting my minis, reading the lore, reading and talking with the BL authors on twitter or talking the ears off the staff in my local GW (don't worry, they love it, and they have some fantastic HC’s too!)

But the rest of it is sadly losing its appeal for me as well, and it saddens me to see other fan artists or writers feeling the same, I thought it was just me.

When I first started to become active in the shipping fandom about a couple of years ago it was fantastic. I felt so welcome and wanted, I had never gotten a reception like that in any fandom before. I even faced my fear and started writing fanfiction, and people seemed to love it.

But the last months/year it feels like it's all gone. As if Tumblr has died, it feels like I'm shouting into the void. (I have a few people who still interact on my posts and I see you and I love you). But I have eightdoubled my followers last year, but that hasn't resulted in any more interaction, other than a few more likes. But to be fair, likes does nothing.

Im not an influencer or a content creator, and I have zero aspirations to become one. That is why I stopped doing tiktoks. I do not want to chase trends or algorithms, I want to be unhinged about my blorbos and see people being unhinged about their blorbos in turn.

I love the intense passion fandom can have, even when it's not a character I'm personally into.

I really don't want Tumblr to die. I have tried Discord and it was the most alienating and disheartening experience I've had since like high school.

When I first tried it out it was soo much fun, but as time went on, more and more people who seemed to like me stopped posting on there, and more and more whenever I posted I just got straight up ignored.

I could post in a channel that had been dead for weeks, and suddenly people started posting about other things, everyone ignoring what I wrote. If it happened once or twice I wouldn't have bothered, but a dozen or more times? It just fucking sucks. I noticed how it started affecting my mental health, trying to reach out and talk to people, but just being talked around and over. So I just stopped posting.

If someone doesn't like me on Tumblr I won't notice or get sad, but seeing it happen in real-time just fucking sucks.

And also, on Tumblr there is always the off chance that your post gets necromanced. That just doesn't happen on Discord.

And another thing that has happened a lot is I write a fic or a Tumblr post. It gets zero interaction, and I'm like “oh I guess no one is interested about that,” and then I see that someone has just reposted my fic/post in a discord and people are geeking out over it over there.

I'm not a paid artist/writer. I do what I do because I want to geek out over something, preferably with someone else. But I effectively become removed from my art. People are discussing it, just not with me.

Dealing with being unliked as a person fucking sucks. Especially when it's supposed to be your hobby-fun-time. And it is making me not want to post stuff anymore.

#fandom rant #40k #warhammer 40k

[pynkgothicka]

Dark! Arkham Knight! Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

a/n: Ive finally created a way to do personal work and requests at the same time!! My hiatus is over as now I’m going to be pumping works out more often!!

Tags/Warnings: NONCON, breeding, creampies, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, Yelling, stalking, Cocky Mista Todd

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

🐉

Something wasn't right.

The Arkham Knight had been chasing you for what seemed like ages. He was so determined to get you, and you had no clue why. You should’ve known to leave whenever you were told to, but you had to be stupid and missed the buses. If only you learned from your mistakes, you wouldn't be where you are now, cornered in an alleyway with this militarized robot on your tail.

He seemed closer than ever now, finally in view. The only source of light being his helmet. He stopped his chase and slowed down to a slow walk, the sound of his boots hitting the ground with every step he took. A taunt nonetheless. You backed closer into the wall trying to disappear. His steps stopped, and leather touched your face forcing your head up. You still kept your eyes shut, not wanting to face the man who's been hunting you for game. 

"Look at how scared you are… You scared I'm gonna hurt you?" His robotic voice echoed in your ear. All you could do is nod. "Now why would you think that?" His gloved hand trailed lower, fingers grazing your collarbone. One dug its way in, feeling your bone, as if some kind of awkward massage. 

“Please, dont hurt me…” You begged out, finally opening your eyes to look at just how close he was to you. The automated voice within his headpiece, his heavy breathing echoing all around you. Just another way his mere presence taunted you.

“Scarecrow certainly was right, you're one of the pretty ones, it's sad that all that is going to waste. Just for a pitiful job.” That's when you felt it, the barrel of a gun right in your abdomen. The metal was cold, yet stung. 

You were going to die here, and no one would even recall or remember you.

He seemed hesitant, to say he's killed people all night. You couldn't comprehend it, why isn't he getting it over with?

“I don't have to kill you though, now do I? Scarecrow just wants you gone, he never said ``indefinitely dead.” He looked off to the side as if he was weighing his options. “ We can't have anything happen to the cloudburst tonight, and you're one of the few people who worked on it.” His gun slowly moved away, the sting of the cold metal disappearing.

“You're not going to kill me…?”

“Nope, it seems as if you've gotten the better of me. However, I do want to have a bit of fun first.” 

He pushed you further into the wall, your flimsy clothes getting torn off in the process. He was trying to get everything off as quickly as possible. 

 You cried out as he popped off your bra, your chest flying out. He pinched at them laughing when you squealed out. 

 He pulled down his military pants along with his boxers, cock popping out. He was leaking pre. “This is what a night of stress and muder does to you. And just the sight of you has me like this, now go ahead and touch it.” You shook your head as he finally let go of you.

“N-NO I don't want to.” You choked on your own tears.

“You don't want to?! Oh sweetheart you just don't know do you?”

The Knight grabbed at your hair and banged your head against the wall. You screamed out in pain collapsing to the ground, head in hands. You touched your head, the tips of your fingers coming back red. It wasn't anything life threatening but was still there

 “I when I tell you to d something, you better fucking do it! You hear me!?!” He growled at you hysterically.

“Yes! Yes…” You cried out. He laughed at you stroking his cock, precum leaking on your bruised body.

“This is just turning me on even more! Now sweetheart, get back to it.” You reluctantly grabbed at his girth stroking him, his juices coating your fingers. He groaned out, helmet glowing in the night. His hand fell on top of your own speeding up your pace

“That's it, get it all nice and wet. In a minute this is going straight inside those sweet little guts of yours, I hope you're not a virgin… who am I kidding if I just happen to take that too and kill Batman, god this would be the most awesome night don't cha think?” You kept silent, tears falling down your face even more.

He was right.

You were a virgin.

The Knight grabbed you by your hair once again and pulled you back up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. “And would you look at that, you're already dripping!” he dug his fingers inside you, scooping out your juices. He then smeared them all over your face, a mixture of cum and tears painting you.

“I don't think you’d mind it if I Slipped in real quick?” He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing the head in between your folds. The noise it made disgusted you, why were you so aroused with how he was treating you? Are you the monster here?

He bottomed out inside you, your head falling back in a breathy gasp. He was huge, and you could feel him splitting you apart.

But he didnt care.

He instantly got to work bouncing you on his cock, nothing else mattering. His gloves holding you closer to him by your back. Your walls clamped down on him in a instant, The Knight let out a breathy moan pushing you into the wall in a sex filled frenzy. 

It was almost passionate if he didn't beat you up beforehand,breaking your walls down where you would be susceptible to him.

“Shit I’m about to cum so deep inside those guts, fucking-”He paused chasing his high before stopping and you knew instantly what happened as a new found warmth filled you. You fell slumped against his shoulder. “Look at that, just bred you baby…”

“No… I dont… I cant-” He shushed you quickly,hitting a button on the side of his mask. It came up in a set of gears and mechanics. He leaned in kissing you passionately. 

“Shit, I’m going to have to keep you for sure… You cant be running around while I kill that freak of nature huh?”

#dark writing #yandere x reader #fem reader #jason todd x reader #tw stalking #tw violence #mature theme #tw yandere #tw dark content #yandere #yandere blog #tw sa #dc smut #dc batman #dark batman #detective comics #dark jason todd #jason todd #arkham knight #dc comics #tw noncon

[ultra-raging-ghost]

It's midnight here and I'm tired and soft so! Here's some thoughts that don't make sense (every time I see videos of foster kittens or like kittens in one of those little enclosures, I think of Bagi and Cellbit for whatever reason.)

Do you think there's a world where Bagi and Cellbit weren't separated? Do you think there's a world where Cellbit and Bad walked off the battlefield together? Do you think there's a world where both of those are true?

A world where a demon walked off the battlefield with two young teens (they can't remember their names, they are fifteen, and that's all they really know anymore)? A world where a demon sees the brother and sister, that he taught indescribable violence to, sleeping peacefully in a hotel room bed (nobody questioned them, they probably should have)? Is there a world where the demon teaches the twins (they're twins, they remember that) how to be human? Does the demon know what it means to be human?

-miscellaneousplusmore.

Oughhhh ive never thought about this before... i was gonna hit you with angst but its 2:30 am and im also feeling soft.... so im gonna write you something like fanfiction but not quite.... just how i imagine it :3

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On the battlefield there was hushed whispers about a pair of little demons, wild children mirrors of one another, in looks, instincts, actions, demônios da guerra. They spoke to no one but each other, and barely that, in growls, yowling, grunts, noises. They slept huddled on top of each other in bushes and trees during the day, and at night four glowing, amber eyes haunted the earth they roamed.

Silence, yowling, screaming, rips, tears, gushes, chewing, a cannon, silence.

The only thing you heard before death, it was rumored, was the pattering of bare feet on grass, and the soft rasping breaths of a child who's been running for too long. You couldn't even bother with the flora of the area, if you were close enough to hear the gentle purring that indicated someones were sleeping inside, you were already dead.

Some weeks into the war, tiny mouths were gasping between bites, gorging themselves on as many mouthfuls of human meat as possible before it was too dangerous to stay out any longer. A cannon had fired, birds scattered, and the two children had looked up from their meal. Their first time making eye contact, not only with each other but with themselves. An almost perfect mirror image. Nobody else was there to witness it, but cellbit's first word with his mind running wasn't even a word at all - it was a soft whine, something in the lower part of his throat that didnt fight its way out like most things that escaped him. Bagi's didnt happen immediately, she was chewing, chewing, chewing, mostly human teeth was not built to chew mostly human meat, she had just chewed and chewed and acknowledged the boy with handfuls of chunky red food in his hands with wide eyes, not even a smile.

And there is a demon on the field, and there is an uninvited guest on the field, and there's death, and there's his scythe and there's his not-too-full change bag waiting to be fuller because if it is not filled the souls of people who had passed were going to stay here, and they're going to haunt this land, but the thing is most soldiers dont exactly intend to die when put in battle, on a sunny day. Every soldier expects to win. The smart ones prepare for the alternative ending, but there aren't a ton of smart soldiers out there in places like these.

And after every cannon fire, a cold air sweeps over the battle grounds, and it settles, and it settles, and then it gets colder, and then sometimes the cold leaves, but most of the time the cold stays. And over the course of this war, the grounds keep getting colder, the fog keeps getting denser, the amount of eyes that watch this war don't change much. They should be going down - but only smart soldiers mean less eyes.

I remember my first memory, and there's something that happens when you get your first memory, and there's something that happened to Cellbit and Bagi when they got their first memory. Something starts working, the gears start turning, like someone switches a lever and suddenly your eyes are light bulbs and your active, moving thoughts and transcribing mind is what makes the lights not turn off, and you know you were moving and breathing and living before, and you know these people around you who youre just seeing for the first time, and you dont know why but despite it being your first time being conscious and aware of this person you've known for however many years, you care about them so much.

There's a certain attachment that comes with sharing your first memory with someone - a parent, a brother, a home that you're acutely aware that you're not staying long in - and Bagi and Cellbit were only intending to share that between them, and of course the body they were eating, but by the time the light bulbs turned on and the gears started turning it was already cold, it was already so cold and they weren't running or hiding they were sat there because the gears were turning and the first thing you have the urge to do when your mind starts working is drink in the face of the first person you see - its your first real time seeing a person after all.

The feeling of cold didn't scare them like most people, it settled around them. The dense fog and the freezing mud against their bare knees and the bone chill that seemed to bake into their skin didn't scare them, its their first memory and although their instincts would usually scream to run, get away, their freshly working minds were just... confused. Quiet for the first time in a long time. Settled in spot.

Death itself had seen the corpses left around, chunks bitten out of them and claw marks mangling throats and something that had split the bones and sternum of the corpses. Death expected some big animal, something over 300 lbs that had somehow made its way into the battlefields by accident and was stealing kills and eating to survive - but what greeted him was two small creatures of desperation, of habit, of instinct and bonds that were aggressively apparent, they stunk of the same blood, of the same skin, of the same origins in one way or another. Death has seen many of kin, more often than not after their time when one was stone cold in its hands, but he was able to identify these two.

He had appeared to them, quite literally, and he did not look like any man - did not smell like any man, probably didn't taste like any man they had tasted, but cellbit had still swung his knife at Death's midsection, the softest part of the belly which usually allowed guts to spill and people to fall if placed correctly. Unfortunately for him the knife had only cut into smog, and his face made contact with knees and shins upon far-too-late realization that he had not only not hit his target, but under-stepped and instead fell to this demon's feet. The only thing he could utter was a soft "que diabos?" as large, freezing, soft hands reached down and wrapped themselves under his arms, bringing the boy to his feet. The only response to him was a firm "Language" and Bagi's own first word - a strangled cry of fear.

The soldier had nothing for Death, and Death had nothing in return but another degree of cold for the land.

The twins second emotion they experienced together was fear. Fear for one another, this thing that had found them, had appeared from nowhere, had picked cellbit up off the floor and taken the knife from him. They were afraid, which was understandable, and even expected, but as the demon's hand guided the knife into untouched flesh of the victim, and raised the slice of flesh to his teeth, a sense of familiarity washed over them. The criticism "tough." rattled around their minds, rolled around, made indents in the mold that would form them in the future. It was tough, it did stick in Bagi's teeth, it wasn't worth saving for a future meal, they could get better - they have gotten better, at least they think? A memory didnt wash to the forefront of their mind, but a feeling did. Of the warmth of a fresh kill, someone who hadn't been fighting for very long - who was mostly fat and not game. Of something they should've savored longer.

Death is not the ideal way to be Born, but neither is War, and Unfortunately the feeling of cold, of fog, of a hand guiding a knife into fresh meat, was now home for Bagi and Cellbit. Demon children and their demon guide, walking alongside Death. They had come to the conclusion that with death at your side, is there even reason to be afraid in a war? But Death had warned them "I am your Shepard as I am for all else, not your folding, nor your straw nor your pen. The coyote still come to feed, and you must be the stock, and you must be the water the stock drink, and you must be the folding, and you must be the Shetland who defends you." And they were the water, and they were the dog, and they were the stock, but they were never the pen that contained them.

The two left standing after the final cannon had fired were born of the same blood, and forged in the same fires. They were guided by the same Shepard, they were each other's sheep, they were each other's Shetland, they were each other's folding.

The unfortunate thing about a Shepard, is that although he may raise his stock, and he may buy dogs to defend them, and he may build housing to shelter them, the coyote are hungry, they are dangerous and they are stronger than sheep and in enough numbers they may even be stronger than the Shetland. In the dead of night, when the only thing standing between the coyote and the sheep is a fence, the Shepard leaves his stock to fate.

"They will be coming to collect you tomorrow." Death had whispered to the children he had cared for, had guided and watched as they honed their skills, sharpened their claws, survived and clawed their way up.

"Vindo nós pegar?" Bagi's soft voice rasped back at him in her mother tongue.

"There's nothing I can do, before you ask." Death had preempted, "I cannot join you, I cannot stop it from happening. I'm sorry."

Death's ears were familiar with the rolling sounds of tires, that were approaching from miles away. They would be coming to collect the children before dawn, the men would rush the cave they had made their temporary home, and they'd have to wade through the thin layer of blood both dry and wet that coated the floor, the bones that were strewn about - the best meal they could get in this environment. Death would stay the night, and Death would stay the morning, but the soldier's would only see two sleeping forms in the cave, and despite the smoldering fire it would be cold.

"Você vai ficar bem?" Bagi had spoken again, looking up at death. Her hand found its way to her twin's head, sleeping in his cot next to where she was sat on the floor, his head by her knee. They had allowed themselves to eat as much as they wanted tonight, it was their victory after all.

"I will be fine. But I can't join you." Death confirmed to her, a strange feeling bounced around his ribs. Something he was unfortunately, continuously familiar with.

"Quando vou te ver de novo?" She had finally asked, a frown tugging at her expression. She didn't fully understand what he'd meant. Of course something would happen after they'd won, but why couldn't he join them? He'd won alongside them, hadn't he?

And Death responded, "One day I will. Someday, when it's your turn to be put to rest, i'll be there. I'll be there to guide you again, and when that happens we can go for a boat ride together."

The girl was tired, she was full and although anxious she was content, and she had leaned her head against the demons arm, eyes fluttering as she fought sleep. "Um passeio de barco?" It was so silly to her that she was excited about it, had she ever even been on a boat? She couldn't recall even if she had.

"Mhm." He'd hummed, "A boat ride. I just need you to remember to carry some coins on you, okay? We have to pay to get on."

And Bagi fought to keep her head up, aggressively rubbing her forehead against Death's arm to try and wake herself up, but the only thing she could do before dozing off was mutter a confirmation. Coins. She could carry coins, that didn't seem too hard.

And in the morning, when boots stomped into the cave, and rough hands grabbed the two bone-chilled children from their cots, and yowling and screaming filled the cave, eyes watched the occurrence from the walls of the cave. And tears stained the wall where the eyes had watched, and from the cave a coldness was sucked out as if it was sealed from the world, never to be touched again.

As two children were loaded into the Prison Bus waiting for them on the road down the hill, they were screaming for Death. And Death watched.

'Never get attached to Mortals. You always get yourself hurt.' He was familiar with this, but he couldn't help the tears that fell into the dirt and killed the grass they landed on.

He knew he'd only see the mortals again when it was time for their eternal rest, but there were a lot of corpses on the war grounds - now abandoned, cold, foggy.

Badboyhalo's heart sunk like a stone down to the bottomest part of his ribs, and it beat against his sternum.

He has a job to do, he has souls to ferry.

He turned from the bus.

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #q!cellbit #q!bagi #okay so i told u it was 2:30 am #that was when i began this #its now 3:45 am #hashtag worth it #i hope this was ok ijhkujhvghbjnkl

[to6ge]

Hobie x Gn!Reader part 2

Pairing : Hobie Brown / Spider punk x Gender neutral reader

MAYDAY IS OLDER HERE!! like maybe around 3.

Cw : None! This fanfiction is purely fluff

Summary : Day 2 of taking care of Mayday!! Whoopee. This time you go out for dinner with Hobie.

Gwen’s note : part 2 yipeeyopeeyoo im sorry for the messy theme on my account i dont lnow how to fix it 💔💔🦅🦅

This wasnt actually supposed to be written but I did, for my sister because she rocks and she deserves it!!

POSSIBLE ATSV SPOILERS!

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Your alarm clock rang perfectly at 8 AM. You groaned loudly, God, you felt so tired. Mayday was right beside you when you woke up and Hobie was still in deep sleep, holding you. You tried to wake him up.

“Hobie! Wake up! Hobie!” you said this so much times but he wouldnt wake up, then you tried shaking him and finally! He woke up. He opened his eyes but wouldnt let go of you. “Hobie! We need to prepare Mayday’s breakfast!” you said once again, trying to convince him to let go of you. “Im still so tired love, c’mon now just 5 more minutes..” he said. He did sound tired but you really needed to prepare Mayday’s food. Mayday was gonna start crying soon, you felt it in your bones!

“We need to feed Mayday.. cmon..” you said, you were hoping this’ll convince him. But no, he wouldnt let go. Till finally 30 minutes of tryna convince him, he let go of you.

“Thank you for letting go of me Hobie!!”

“ ‘welcome love”

You cooked some eggs for breakfast and served 2 glasses of water for the both of you. Mayday started crying for food while you were cooking.

The three of you sat down and ate in peace, after you were done, you were walking to the living room sofa when Mayday tugged on your pants midway, “Want cocomelon!!” she was practically begging, shed cry if you say no! “Alright alright,,” You sighed. You carried her to the sofa and watched cocomelon with her and Hobie.

Then eventually Hobie got bored in the middle of an episode and turned the TV off, Mayday started crying. “Turn on!!” she cried and sniffled as Hobie picked up his electric guitar and smirked, “Dont cry mate! I bet ‘ya, you’ll love this!” he beamed and started playing a metal song on the guitar, and Mayday started crying even more.

“HOBIE! CANT YOU PLAY A NURSERY RHYME OR SOMETHING?!!” you kinda yelled, “Love, I dont know how to play those..” You laughed, what kind of person that knows how to play really hardcore songs doesn't know how to play a basic nursery rhyme? “How come?” You laughed after saying that. “Just didnt bother to try and learn ‘em”

But he stopped after that and put his guitar down. “Sorry mate, thought you’d like it,” then finally you continued to watch cocomelon with Mayday. It bore you to your core, and you felt like you were about to sleep in the middle of another episode. Without realizing, you dozed off.

You were woken up with the sound of Mayday saying “Why is she not waking up?” Mayday was crying, she thought you were dead, then you woke up. “What was happening, Hobie??!!” you groaned. “SHE AWAKE! YAY!!” Mayday beamed.

“Mayday thought you were dead” Hobie laughed in amusement. “If I sleep again tell her that Im just resting, alright? Dont make her worried!”

It was once again 5’o clock when Mayday wanted food. You were too lazy to cook, so, you decided to dine in instead ( but with what money? 🤨 ) You didnt bring a car or anything so.. well.. Hobie carried you both to the restaurant, with webs. He swung rapidly and you couldn't stop screaming, “HOBIEEEE DONT YOU DARE DROP ME” you yelled and screamed while Mayday seemed to be enjoying this, “what the fck?!” you said in your mind. How is she enjoying this.. “What if I do?” he asked jokingly. “I’ll obviously die!”

And finally, you reached the dinner. You were panting once you reached the ground “god that was so scary..” you were glad to feel the ground again, being up there for 30 minutes felt like it was an eternity!

You ordered food and enjoyed dinner, Hobie had to spoon feed Mayday again so it took a while to finish all the food. Hobie had his arm wrapped around your shoulder the whole time, even though he struggled to eat and spoon feed Mayday with only 1 hand // arm, he enjoyed it.

You had to go back home the way you came here, and you were prepared for whats coming though, or so you thought.. He swung rapidly and you thought youd be fine but you were still screaming in fear. But this time, it felt nice. The air was cool and the breeze made you feel like you were in heaven, even better, you were with Hobie. After you got used to it,, you stopped screaming and it actually felt nice.

You finally arrived home, satisfied with those 2 days you spent together with Hobie and Mayday. This all felt nice now. Hobie had put Mayday in her crib and fed her milk before she slept, You took a shower and relaxed on the bed while Hobie was still doing that. Hobie took a shower as well and hopped onto bed with you. He turned to you in the bed and wrapped his arms around you before saying, “Today was a really good day.”

“I agree, but it was much more enjoyable with you here” You smile softly at him before he kisses you on the cheek. “I love ya,” he said “I love you too,”

Your conversation went on and on until you realized it was late at night now, no-maybe even morning, it was 2.40am once you both stopped talking to each other. “You think we should sleep now?” You asked, feeling tired now. “I think so, well, g‘night love” “goodnight Hobie”

Crickets croaked outside and the aircon was loud. A brief moment of silence occurred till you heard Hobie snoring a little, you couldnt help but giggle hearing that before sleeping as well.

It was nice till you heard a door slam and a man’s voice saying, “WERE HOME!!” happily and loudly.

Final part!! Thank you soo much for 100 likes on the other part, means a lot!! Sorry if this came out pretty late. I procrastinated a lot eurhrueur

I hope this is enjoyable!! I might come up with a special or maybe open up requests because i reached 100,, thank youuu again!

#spiderman x you #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x reader #atsv x reader #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie x you #atsv hobie #hobie x reader #˚ʚ♡ɞ˚gwens4vr

[kuumara]

Will's possessed again. Don't even wanna call him that but whatever-he's locked in the bathroom. Screaming, yelling at him to let him out. Being generally violent. He's supervising him (on the other side of locked doors) because when he's like this for too long he starts hurting himself.

Sometimes in the middle of these episodes the real Will wakes up and takes control, but only for a moment. Mike hears him calm down, he's back.

He takes out his chewed up pencil and a little notebook; he still loves to write whenever he can, it makes him feel like everything is okay.

You okay, he writes on a piece of paper. It's more of an attempt of comfort than a question. Folds it up and pushes the pen and it through a hole in the wall. It was made by bullets from Nancy's shotgun when a demodog somehow got in this safe house. That was more than a year ago, probably- Will could still listen to and participate in their plans to find and kill Vecna while he was still weak. Then Vecna regained a lot of his powers and it got progressively worse, from these episodes happening once every 5 months to happening almost every 2 days.

Murray had said, "He's not allowed to listen anymore. We never know when he's just Will and when he's Spy-Will." That was half a year ago, but now they can kind of tell when he's possessed. He doesn't start being violent the second he gets possessed, he just gets this look on his face, an uncanny and unnatural look, wanting to get as much information as it can about their plans to stop Vecna. Then they of course lock him in a room, to prevent spying. Even Joyce didn't object, she just goes in a different building when this stuff is happening. Mike hates treating Will like this, he knows he's still in there while he's possessed, but Will isnt a frail 11 year-old anymore, when he's like that he can hurt others pretty badly. He almost broke Murray's legs once.

Mike wishes he could help. This wouldn't be happening if only he didn't let Will go that time in 1983. And 1984. And 1986-

Great even. Why?

The paper falls back through the hole. Mike smiles at Will's note. He enjoys talking to him, or just being close to him.

Do you think if Vecna gets cancer he's just gonna die and we dont have to kill him? He slides the paper and the pencil back. He hears a small laugh and laughs himself.

Maybe. I'll ask when he invades my mind again

Then he would get angry he would be like "why do you all want me dead" :(

Will doodles Vecna as a middle schooler getting bullied. They're both laughing now.

I enjoy talking to you Mike writes. He wants to write so much more and let Will know how much he appreciates and loves him, but after considering just straight up writing I love you he pushes the paper back.

Let me out then is what comes back. Mike's smile fades; Will's gone yet again.

After minutes of Mike not responding Will is knocking on the door between them, then pounding, then yelling at Mike for being a bad friend. All Mike can do is cover his ears and cry hopelessly.

Ok this wasnt intended to turn into a fanfiction but lowkey slay

#mike wheeler #will byers #byler #byler fanfic #byler fics #byler angst #byler s5 #stranger things

[vivitalks]

you are a wildflower garden growing in my head

not to be insane about my own fanfiction that i wrote but i am a little insane about this one. so like come be insane with me. join me. dont be afraid. i dont bite (lying) nico deserves hobbies especially when they enable his own self-actualization. anyway. this was written for the bingo prompt "jason remembers nico" i'm normal normal normal about it (still lying) title from the witching hour by the ready set. nico di angelo ass song read it here on ao3

Jason finds Nico among the strawberry plants, staining his hands and knees with dirt.

It's not…like, he's not embarrassed. Plenty of people like to garden. Nico is entitled to his hobbies. Even secret ones. And it’s only a secret because he doubts the Demeter and Dionysus kids would be particularly receptive to Nico tampering with their beloved source of income.

Despite this, he can't help his instinct to be defensive when Jason walks up, the early evening sun haloing him in light.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Nico gestures. “Weeding.”

“Cool,” Jason says, because he’s Jason. “Mind if I join you?”

“To keep me company, or to help?”

“Whichever.”

Nico points to a few rogue sprouts. “If you're here anyway, you might as well get your hands dirty.”

“Done,” Jason says, immediately tearing out the weed with ruthless force. Nico cringes.

“Try to be gentler,” he says, and demonstrates on his own. “Like this. And make sure to get the roots out, otherwise it’ll just grow back.”

“What's the difference?” Jason asks. “We're killing it either way.”

“Yeah, but…” Nico squirms. “Just because we're killing it, doesn't mean we have to make it suffer. Wouldn't you rather die in your sleep than bleed out with all your limbs torn off?”

Graphic, but it gets the point across.

“Fair enough.” Jason looks a little faint, but he tugs out the next weed with a lot more precision, careful to unearth its roots and all.

“I know it takes a little longer,” Nico says, “but mercy is a worthwhile use of time. In my opinion.”

Jason has this look. It lands on Nico. “You never cease to amaze me,” he says. Almost reverently.

Nico turns the color of strawberries. “Shut up. Keep weeding.”

“Aye aye.” Jason salutes and returns to his assigned task. Every so often he'll stop to check with Nico if something is a weed or not, but he's always gentle pulling them out.

After a few minutes, Nico says, “How did you find me?”

Because realistically, anyone looking for Nico would probably never consider checking the strawberry fields. In fact, most people would discourage him from being there at all.

“I don't know,” Jason says, which causes Nico to look up in surprise. A thoughtful look crosses Jason's face. “Lucky guess, I suppose.”

“Hell of a guess,” Nico says, reaching for another green shoot. It comes out of the earth so easily, barely old enough to have burrowed down, and some part of Nico feels a sting at that. Plants uprooted before ever having a chance to grow. Nico knows what that's like.

He also knows that weeds don't mean to be bad. They don't mean to be anything; they're harmful only when rooted near bigger, better flora. It's not their fault they hog the nutrients and land. Like any living thing, all they want is to survive. Their only crime is trying to grow with something prettier flourishing close by.

Nico knows that feeling, too.

He really hates weeding. But he's long since learned it's a necessary part of gardening, and of life. Not everyone can live. Not everyone can grow. Some plants — some people — are poison. Sometimes the only thing to do is to whisper apologies and dig out the roots, and hope that whatever this dead plant becomes next has better luck than what it was first.

“Did you need something?”

“Do I have to need something?”

“No, but…” Nico shrugs. “I don’t know. I assume you hunted me down for something. And you didn’t have to stay here and help me weed.”

“I did not hunt you down,” Jason says indignantly. “I was looking for you because I wanted to hang out with you. You’re doing this, so I’m doing it too.” 

“I'm not trying to say you shouldn't. And I always—” Nico falters. Stupid. This is his boyfriend. If he wanted to continue being an unknowable enigma with emotions under lock, key, and unbreakable steel trapdoor, he wouldn't have gotten himself involved with Jason ‘Heart On His Heroic Sleeve’ Grace. “I always want to hang out with you. I just meant, you didn’t have to help. You could have sat and done nothing.”

“Look, if I'm that bad at weeding, you can just say—”

Nico throws a handful of weeds at Jason and he dodges, laughing. “Shut up. I hate you. I wish I could pull you up by the roots.”

Smiling, Jason says, “You kind of did.”

Nico's brain gives him an error message.

“What does that mean?”

“I mean…you literally uprooted me.” Once again, he has that pensive expression, like Nico is an abstract painting that Jason is admiring while also trying to interpret. It's not the worst way to be looked at. “My whole life before you was Camp Jupiter. The legion. Being Roman. Being Jupiter's kid.”

“I didn't change all of that,” Nico points out. “You did.”

He can feel the chill of the cold ground through his jeans. Every inch of his palms is smudged with dirt. Jason's hands are starting to look the same. There's a dark streak by his hairline, and one on his jaw, and the setting sun keeps glinting off his glasses. It is, on the whole, unfairly attractive of him.

Jason hums like maybe, maybe not. “It still feels like you were the catalyst to all that change. The good change, not the…manipulated-by-Juno change.”

“I appreciate what you're doing,” Nico says, “but you understand that's ridiculous, right? We didn't know each other until after the prophecy and the quest and everything. I can't have had any impact on you before then.”

“But you were at Camp Jupiter. You arrived just before I disappeared.”

“I know that,” — People suspected me, Nico doesn't add — “but we barely spoke.”

“Yeah, but you…” Jason falls silent, his eyebrows drawn together. If Nico was art before, he's a riddle now, and Jason is struggling to solve it. “I just…feel like it was important. The timing.”

Nico buries his fingers in the ground, relishing the way the dirt crumbles and closes around his touch.

“The timing was important,” he says. “My dad knew Hera was planning something, so he sent me to Camp Jupiter like…an advance team. But it had nothing to do with you.” He pauses. “No offense.”

“No, none taken.” Jason’s laugh is a little off. “I don't know. Maybe I'm going crazy.”

“If you're crazy, I belong in an asylum,” Nico says, digging and digging until he can feel the roots of the closest weed. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, and watches as it turns brown, then shrivels into a dead, drooping dandelion.

He winces. That's his least favorite weeding strategy. He didn't even mean to do it just now. It's like his own body is saying, You're damn right you should be locked up. See what you can do?

I'm helping plants grow, he retorts.

His brain says, Only you would inflict death and call it ‘helping’.

Nico growls under his breath and stops listening to his brain.

“Anyway, you're not crazy,” he adds belatedly. “A goddess literally played with your memory and identity like Play-Doh, so cut yourself some slack.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Nico figures Jason is deep in thought, but when he glances up, he sees a different look on Jason’s face — like he’s just solved the riddle.

“I’ve seen you do that before.”

It’s quiet and distant, Jason’s voice, and weighted with a revelation. Of something, though Nico’s not sure what. Nico doesn’t mean to, but he recoils a little — at the thought of Jason, some previous Jason, watching him ruthlessly murder an innocent plant, maybe even without meaning to.

“At Camp Jupiter,” Jason murmurs.

Those words don’t make sense. They smack into Nico’s memory like birds into a glass window pane, seeking a target and failing miserably.

“What?”

“At camp,” Jason says slowly, his hands resting limply in the loam. Behind the frames of his glasses, his eyes are unfocused. “One of your…first days there. I saw. You killed a hyacinth.”

An icy hand reaches into Nico’s chest, past his ribs, and closes around his heart.

“You saw that?”

Jason nods, still lost in the memory. “You were coming up to the principia, and you knelt to admire the flowers.”

To admire the flowers. Yes. That’s all he'd been doing. The walkway leading to the principia had been gorgeous, elegant flora lining the path in a rainbow of colors, a dozen or more different varieties in bloom. And Nico had only wanted to appreciate their beauty. To breathe in the fragrance of something so alive. 

“As soon as you touched it,” Jason says, “it died.”

Nico flinches.

“I was— I was nervous,” he says anxiously. “You and Reyna had asked to see me, and I was afraid you would decide I couldn’t stay. Couldn’t— be trusted.”

“I…” One of Jason’s hands comes up to rub the back of his neck, smudging dirt all over himself. “When I saw that, I had my doubts. But the way you reacted — like you were scared of yourself.” He shakes his head, his eyes sliding over Nico but with the distinct impression of looking beyond him. “I thought you must not have done it on purpose.”

“I didn’t.” Nico feels sick. He doesn’t know what to do here. Jason can’t even look at him. “I had never done it before, not by accident. I was scared.”

“And then I saw something else,” Jason says, blinking repeatedly. He pulls his glasses down the bridge of his nose and rubs his eyes with grimy hands, leaving the impression of twin shiners behind. But when he pushes his glasses up again, his gaze is sharp and focused. He faces Nico, straightening his shoulders. “That night, I watched you plant a new hyacinth.”

Nico stares. The ground underneath him might as well be thin air. “You…you saw that?”

“It was late,” Jason says, perfectly clear now, growing more certain every second. “I mean, later than anyone should have been up and about, but I left something in the principia, so I went back to get it, and when I came out, you were there. Kneeling by the flowers, just like that morning.”

Nico vividly remembers this. The wilted hyacinth had haunted him that whole day, a lethal combination of guilt and fear in equal measure. Something beautiful and alive was now ugly and dead, because of him. If he could do that to a flower, without even meaning to, what could he do to another person? What if he could stop someone’s heart on contact? How could Nico ever trust his own touch again?

And then something else had arisen, the way a new substance can emerge from two chemicals interacting. Determination. Nico may have been a child of death, but damn it, he could be more than that. He had to be more than that.

“I killed something,” Nico says hollowly. “I wanted to give something else life. To atone.”

Jason puts his dirt-stained hand over the knee of Nico’s equally dirt-stained jeans.

“Nico, I watched you plant that flower. I saw…” He hesitates. “I saw you pray. I couldn’t hear you, but the way you just…” He shakes his head, obviously overcome by the memory. “You didn’t do it for anyone else. You weren’t trying to prove anything to the Romans, you were just trying to make up for your mistake.”

“I didn’t know you were there,” Nico says weakly. How long had Jason stood in the shadows of the principia, a silent observer, as Nico mourned for one dead flower?

Jason ducks his head for a second. “I thought— I didn’t want to embarrass you,” he admits. “I figured you would misunderstand me if I said I had been watching you.”

Well, that’s true enough.

“I forgot,” Jason says, which is a familiar sentence out of his mouth. He grips Nico’s leg tighter. “But now I remember, and I was right. It was important. The timing was important.”

“What timing? What are you talking about?”

“My whole life, I had this feeling like I wanted to be more than who my father was,” Jason says. “I mean, you know. Big Three dad. They named the camp for him. Big shoes to fill, and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to fill them, but a small part of me was always thinking, why me? Why can’t someone else lead? You know?”

Nico nods. He does know.

“And then you came along,” Jason says. “The only other Big Three kid I had ever met. And yeah, at first, you seemed like the quintessential descendant of Pluto.”

“Scary, unapproachable, and surrounded by death?”

Jason breathes a laugh. “Yeah. But then I watched you plant a flower.” A slow-growing smile starts at his lips, then spreads up his cheekbones and illuminates his eyes. “The son of death. Nurturing life. Showing remorse and empathy for the living thing he’d killed, that he didn’t even mean to kill.” There’s impossible brightness in Jason’s gaze. “You were so much more than just the son of Pluto. And I thought: if he can do it, why can’t I?”

Nurturing life. Like now, Nico thinks, deliberately closing his fingers around the base of a strawberry plant. That instance, the one Jason is talking about — that had been the beginning of a chain reaction in Nico, turning all of his fear and self-doubt into stubborn conviction. The slow dawning of his refusal to being bound by his father’s name. He would always be Hades’s son, but sooner or later, he had to become his own man, write his own story, choose his own fate. Be Nico di Angelo, and decide who exactly Nico di Angelo would be.

He’d known then who he wanted to be. Someone who protects. Preserves. Sustains. Someone who accepts death and who cultivates life, who one day strikes a balance between light and dark.

He’s not that person yet. But he’s a hell of a lot closer than he once was. And it began with that hyacinth, planted under moonlight.

To which Jason bore witness.

If Nico believed in coincidences, he would call this one. As it is, he tends to believe that everything happens for a reason. Nico was fated to plant that flower. Jason was fated to watch.

“I’m telling you, Nico, it was you who got me thinking about how I could be more than just Jupiter’s son,” Jason says. “You really opened my eyes. And then a month later, when Juno took me…” He chews his lip. “I didn’t remember that moment until now, but I remember how I felt afterwards, like I wanted to just — do something spontaneous, something completely out of character. Surrender my rank and figure out what Jason Grace could do that Jupiter couldn’t. Even when I had amnesia, and even after that, I still had that feeling. It’s what made it so easy for me to choose Greek, to promote Frank as praetor, and then to stay here.” His fist knocks a quick pattern against Nico’s chest. The rhythm is indistinguishable from Nico’s heartbeat. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised it started with you.”

Nico, historically not great with emotions, pulls Jason in by the shirtfront and kisses him in all his dirt-smudged glory. Jason laughs, but he doesn’t break away to do it, so it vibrates over Nico’s lips and travels down his throat like a mild electric shock.

“What?” Nico asks, pulling away.

Jason’s smile looks indestructible. “Nothing.”

“You laughed.”

“I like when you kiss me,” Jason says, with the sun shining from his dimples. “That’s all.”

Nico blushes. “Oh.”

“I didn’t mean to stop you.” Jason’s lips twitch. “But while I’m at it, I guess I should thank you.”

“Thank me for what?” For kissing you? Nico considers, but he’s not that deluded. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You always say that,” Jason says, “after doing something amazing.”

This blush is not going anywhere, anytime soon. “Well, I didn’t do anything on purpose. I didn’t know you were watching.”

“Exactly. You inspired me without even meaning to.” Jason cups his face, so tender. Always. “Then and now.”

“It’s like you want me to kiss you,” Nico says, because he can’t take a compliment to save his life.

But Jason only grins. “I do want you to kiss me.”

Out of respect for Jason’s request, Nico kisses him again. 

This time, Jason doesn’t laugh.

Nico twists Jason's shirt into his fingers, right over his hips. Jason buries his hands into Nico’s already-tangled hair. A cool breeze rustles the plants on all sides and tickles their exposed skin.

Jason is gentle. Not like Nico is fragile, but more like Nico is worth taking his time. He breathes, “Sorry if I get dirt in your hair.”

“Don’t care,” Nico murmurs.

If only Nico from Camp Jupiter could see him now. Kissing a beautiful boy in a field of living things. 

I did this, he thinks. I nurtured this.

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #jason remembers nico #fanfiction #tw slight self destructive thoughts BUT just for a second #he's fine guys #jason grace #nico di angelo #jasico #jasico fic #pjo #pjo fic #fic #my fic #my writing #stuff #this user is NORMAL about a son of death who takes up fucking gardening she is regular and not thinking any untoward thoughts about it #she is certainly not obsessing over her own symbolism. NO SIR. #grey. it was this one #anyway!!!!!!!!!!!! have fun guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! have fun in the garden with the boys!!!!!!!!!!!!! #wow it is in fact past midnight #i was honestly going to do this earlier than midnight and then it just did not happen #i am not keeping up with my prompts very well yall i am several days behind #but that's okay because honestly ive already done more writing this month than i wouldve without the bingo #like by leaps and bounds #so it's okay. whatever i do is what i do and if i don't black out the card then so be it #and if i do black it out but it takes me more than a month that's also just life! #but in the end jasico fans have more jasico fanfiction and isnt that the ultimate goal we're all working toward #not world peace or any of that shit but sufficient jasico fanfic? yes? #yes.

[tiredstressedemotionalmess]

hihii do you have ideas for writing the fab four as ghosts? also what do you think halloween would be like in the zones? i'm attempting to write fanfiction for like the first time ever and you're basically the killjoys fanfiction mutual so i'm coming to you lol

i am absolutely honored to be considered the killjoys fanfiction mutual!! sorry this took forever to get to ive been battling a headache all day 😅

the fab four as ghosts is an interesting concept that ive never really thought about before!!! i mean i wrote one fic once kind of abt party as a ghost but that wasnt really the main focus.. anyways, there's a tooooon of super cool ways to explore that concept just in how they died alone. like is this a post sing thing where they all died together saving the girl? if thats the case i could easily see them following her around over the years, using what limited connection to the physical world they have to influence minor things and keep her safe as she grows up alone in the desert. or maybe (bc im a sucker for ghosts who dont remember their mortal lives) they have no memory of the girl or each other but they all decide to stick together bc they're scared and confused and There and they just kind of wander around together until they stumble upon the girl and they feel this strange pull to Protect Her

or if it's not post sing and they've all died in different ways, maybe this is an au and they meet as ghosts and they become known as this phantom crew, legends that wander the zones and take out dracs in the dead of night, only to be seen by those already well aquatinted with death

as for individual behaviors, i think taking the name fun ghoul literally would be really fucking cool. im pretty sure the general consensus abt ghouls is that they haunt graveyards so maybe ghoul specifically hangs around grounds where lots of death occurs, like common grounds for bli ambushes and firefights and shit. it's absolutely br the most annoying ghost ever, going out of his way to spook people by doing alll the classic horror movie shit. that motherfucker is howling and making weird noises in the dead of night, he is levitating objects and moving shit that shouldn't move and flickering lights and just being a general menace to the living

i think party would take a LONG time to accept the fact that they're dead, if they ever even admit it to themself at all. i feel like they have this sort of bitter, jaded relationship with death and the witch and the whole concept of the afterlife, and admitting that they're a ghost would be admitting that all the shit they weren't sure if they believed in was real the while time. and too, depending on how they died, i could easily see them having a sort of bitter breakdown over the fact that they've just been allowed to die with no fanfare. they've literally given their life for this cause and now that theyre dead and nothings changed or is changing it feels like they lived their whole life for nothing, like they lived their whole life wrong almost.

jet and kobra im having less immediate thoughts on. out of all of them, though, i think jet would be the most likely to try and find a way back to life. idk if youve read ttid but uh. yeah. i see her a bit like that, where she refuses to accept that this is the end of her story and she tries whatever she can to make it continue

kobra as a ghost i think would change a lot depending on how he died. if it was something out if his control like illness or a bad run on the crash track i think hed be more "go with the flow it is what it is" about it. if he was killed though he would dedicate his afterlife to revenge, and maybe actually no matter how he died hed end up becoming vengeful after long enough bc hed star thinking about why he was even put under the circumstances to die in the desert and hed think about his hatred for bli... yeah actually no matter what i think hed become a vengeful spirit!! hed go and hun down whoever killed him and make them fucking suffer, and then hed go and do the same for every drac and ever crow, every exterminator he can get his hands on. his mortal life was horrible and he is going to spend his afterlife making sure the ones responsible for his suffering get what they fucking deserve

uhhhh this has turned out wayyy longer than i meant it to so im gonna make the Halloween in the zones part its own post and I'll tag you in that when its done!! i hope at least some part of this was helpful or inspiring in a way, cant wait to see what you end up writing :]

#asks #danger days #my headcanons #danger days headcanons #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #fun ghoul #the kobra kid #party poison #jet star #ddttlotfk #ttlotfk

[beevean]

One of the problems w nocturne is that now they cant even adapt SotN (the alucard part of it i mean, lol and lmao for Richter n Maria) properly, bc there's no cycle of resurrection nor the same Alucard-Dracula family confict

In the games SotN is Alu being forced to awaken and confront his lineage alone! It's him trading words w his dad and facing him directly

Meanwhile in nfcv: N!Alucard is biased towards his vampire legacy, he is the one to handle the fight and deal the finishing blow to N!Dracula (and stealing what should have been Trey's moment bc useless belmonts amiright) and later when his dad and mom are revived they just. Dont tell him shit and fuck off alone. And he didnt even sleep he just went around killing vampires.

What im trying to say is that the pivotal moments and circumstances that lead to SotN are gone in nfcv. Like why should i care that Alu fights some rando vamp leader? Even if its Drac somehow, this is the Drac that went to live away w his wife and completely forgot abt him and that Alu could have visited at anytime. They already threw SotN elements into the story without regards for the timeline

Meanwhile SotN Alu is grappling w being in the future, with his friends dead, completely convinced that his dad doesnt loves him while Drac is desperate to keep his dear son with him even if he has to cleave his human side with his bare hands. Its a vry tense and raw family relationship that they cant recreate now

It's what I said here: the lore changes in NFCV completely destroyed any chance of the showverse having anything remotely similar to the gameverse. It's such a divergent AU that it became its own thing.

As of now, Nocturne has yet to answer its biggest unanswered question: what did Dracula do in the past three centuries? He ignored his son, probably spent some decades travelling and having kinky sex with Lisa, and then he saw her die of natural causes. What then? His castle has become Alucard's home. Did he... find himself another castle? Did he revert to the hermit he was pre-S1? Did he become a nomad?? Annette doesn't know about him, so I suppose he lived in obscurity. He wasn't even interested in Sun Thundercat's plan, no one mentioned him, he didn't peek to see what the hell was going on in France like Olrox did! Where the hell is he???

And speaking of! We know that Aluc, instead of sealing himself away, stayed around and fought vampires (which means good jorb to you too for killing vampires for centuries and having them still becoming the ruling class), and possibly witnessed the death of his "friends". Now that I think about it, didn't the OG show end with Trevor, Sypha, Alucard and Greta all living together in the new village? I would assume Alucard became something of an honorary uncle to the Trepha kid. But now Richter doesn't know who he is? Did he peace out when Trevor and Sypha died, leaving the Belmont bloodline be?

Anyway, yeah, it is literally impossible to even attempt to recreate the SoTN story. We lack the entirety of the context, we lack the main villain, we lack Richter's and Alucard's intertwined legacy. Which is what makes me think that they won't even try. After all, this supposed adaptation of RoB has more in common with fucking Bloodlines of all games, plus the superfluous backdrop of the French Revolution. They shattered the lore so thoroughly that now they're basically forced to write an AU fanfiction, something on the same level as a high school AU of old.

Remove the whip, and you would never tell Nocturne is supposed to be tied to the Castlevania franchise - hell to the original cartoon.

#anti netflixvania #shock and surprise the games have lore too #and if you start to ignore details for the sake of a forced happy ending or for character favoritism it all crumbles down

[lizhly-writes]

how would kdj and knw's relationship being in the normal orv fan knw au? Cuz i dont think kdj would like him all that much simply because hes knw... but to knw kdj would be the main character of orv. and also his kinda would-be murderer? would kdj even want knw around as part of his company?

kdj to knw is like yjh to kdj ahahahaaaa

Yeah, so this relationship is NOT off to a good start.

You're fully correct. Kim Dokja does not want Kim Namwoon around. Frankly, Kim Dokja wants Kim Namwoon dead. The problem is that he doesn't have a good excuse for it, not for himself -- I do think he needed a better conscious explanation for killing a teenager than "i don't like his face" -- and definitely not for the rest of his party, which, unwillingly though it was, Kim Namwoon was an inaugural member of.

Kim Dokja's options are, at this point 1) Kim Namwoon decides to wander off by himself 2) Kim Namwoon just, like, fucking dies spontaneously 3) Kim Dokja arranges Kim Namwoon's death himself, and this remains uncaught by anyone whose opinion he will never admit he cares about. He's kind of busy, so 3 is a low priority -- nice to accomplish, but not necessary and also sort of complicated to arrange. He's just going to hope for 1 and 2.

Kim Namwoon is fully aware that Kim Dokja is considering this, by the way. He's a guy who's spent years on an ORV Discord server, reading and rereading the novel, reading and rereading fanfiction. He's got a pretty good idea of Kim Dokja's character, and it's good enough to know that Kim Dokja wants him fucking dead.

He does not deal with this well. By that, I mean he doesn't really deal with this in a logical matter. He's CONSTANTLY paranoid that Kim Dokja will decide this is the day he will die, but also... he's an ORV fan. This is his poor dumb pathetic little meow meow of a protagonist. He calls Kim Dokja an annoying fucking dumbass (derisive) (affectionate) (awestruck) and then immediately worries about Kim Dokja killing him for it. He likes Kim Dokja and also fucking hates him. Normal fan feelings, you know?

It isn't inaccurate to say that it's reminiscent of the YJH-KDJ relationship. The difference is that Kim Namwoon is less sure of what he's doing and the threat of death is just like, so much more present (keep in mind that YJH killing KDJ wasn't like, personal. KDJ killing KNW is VERY PERSONAL).

Anyway, I imagine if this goes on for long enough, they'll get... grudgingly attached to each other. Grudgingly. Super grudgingly. Less grudgingly on Kim Namwoon's side, but still. Kim Namwoon MIGHT admit it under pain of death. Kim Dokja... has so many issues that need to be resolved first before that can EVER happen, and before that, he'll still be contemplating Kim Namwoon's death.

#anon #asks #normal orv fan knw #everything