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nrdmssgs · 8 months

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TF 141 + Nikolai taking you home from hospital after minor injury

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Fluff, comfort and romance.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

First of all, you are getting a plushie. Even if you are older than him, and that mature, grown up, always very serious type, you are getting a plushie!

The moment he enters your room - the whole space becomes illuminated with his happiest, bright smile. Because Kyle is your personal portable sunshine.

Prior to picking you up, Gaz spent a few hours, coming up with a nice joke, to immediately make you laugh, when he meets you. Might even have tested it on Soap to make sure, it works just as he wants it too.

Overall princess treatment. He has your comfort playlist + movie + treats ready at home. He wants you to forget about time spent in the hospital as soon as possible.

If you convince him, you are not in pain, and he can't hurt you - you won't see the end of that favorite movie of yours.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

As soon, as he helps you sit comfortable in his car - you are inundated with news about everything: from world politics to the latest stories from the life of Johnny’s family.

Talks more than usual, because he was worried sick all the time, that you spent in a hospital. Even if Johnny knew, it was nothing serious, he still hates it, when you are far from him, and he is left to wait, till they let you out.

Asks you if he should stop talking and let you rest in silence, but cant keep quiet for more than ten minutes. (you don't mind though, since you missed his voice so much)

Carries you from the car to the house. Accepts no objections.

"Johnny? You know, I'm fine and can walk on my own?" "Aye. Still a little help won't hurt?" "You'll make up any excuse just to carry me around, won't you?" "... weesht."

Captain John Price

Giving care and attention is in his very nature, so buckle up. When he enters to pick you up - he already has a full list of meds, that you'll need to fully heal.

You can feel, how tense he is, when Price approaches you. "Hey, lovely, docs say, you're doing well here, yeah?" He gives you a big warm hug, but you feel, how unusually careful he is.

John hates seeing you hurt. Mentally, he takes responsibility for everything bad, that happens to you. He should have been there, should have prevented whatever caused your injury, should have, should have, should have...

So he makes it his №1 priority to make sure you heal fast and easy. Price may forget to eat, to sleep, but he never forgets to remind you to take your meds, or go for a little walk, or have a glass of water.

Many forehead kisses. To make you feel better, to lull you to sleep, to feel you close to him finally.

Simon Ghost Riley

Pretends, It's nothing special, and he definitely hasn't been waiting for a minute, he can at last take you home. Is very calm and collected with medical personnel, but makes sure to thank every single person, who helped you.

Doesn't show any signs of extra care. But when you sit in his car, you feel something unusually soft under your back.

"Sim- Ehm, this looks, like my blanket." "It is. Your favorite one." "You brought my best blanket, just to make me cozy on our way home? That's actually sweet."

Will deny it so hard, but actually he did want to make you feel safe and cozy.

Back at home, he will sit you on a couch, sit on the floor before you and study your features in a dead silence. He needs to know if anything still bothers you, but Ghost can be sure only if he sees the answer in your eyes and in your posture.

Will trace invisible lines on your skin, not daring to lean closer and kiss it. Simon will make sure, you are alright before going any further with his touch.

Nikolai

"Nu privet, tridtzat` tri neshyastia.*" While kneeling down to meet your eye level.

He will not limit himself to a simple “how are you?”. Nikolai must know all the details. Does it hurt when you walk? And when he presses here, doesn’t it hurt? And now? Are you absolutely sure?

Won't listen to you, even if you swear, you already have all the necessary medical prescriptions on hands. He must find your doctor and talk to him personally.

When he is calmed down and convinced, that you are going to be fine - Nikolai finally takes you home.

Makes sure, you're cozy and comfortable on your first night home (ideally in his hands, so that he can wake up any minute and help you if it hurts).

Will try to hide the fact behind a thousand jokes, but he missed you so much. Don't mind him hugging you to sleep and pressing your body against his so strongly, taking in the feeling of you in his hands.

*Nu privet, 33 neshyastia - well hello 33 misfortunes

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hellbornsworld · 8 months

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➳ She's too innocent for his tastes. But it's only a matter of time before he can turn that pure mind into a dirty one.

«Kim Taehyung keeps on sending flowers to your twin sister's grave.»

"I promise I would never leave you, not in a million years."

"Stop lying, Yoongi. Why promise me a million when you don't even live a hundred years?"

"What if I say I do?"

A cliché story about Min Yoongi who fell in love with his human, you. Because, why not?

"You don't have to see love Darling, you feel it. When you feel it you will know, because you would rather die than live a day without it."

Y/N Han works as a daycare worker from morning till noon. One day, she received a new kid to take care of and unknown to her that the kid's father is actually a very dangerous mafia leader that everyone goes by RM. And when RM laid his eyes on his daughter's daycare teacher he's obsessed instantly.

❝I wish we could've met a totally different way. I hate to admit it, but I won't deny it...

I wish you would fall for me the way I feel I'm falling for you. If only.❞

❝No one ever expected it to be me,❞ Hoseok smirks chillingly. ❝I'm the one with the sweet smile.❞

What's a "love story" without a little darkness?

Yours Truly

JJK

❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞

- In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class.

In which, Min Yoongi, a lonely wolf who fell in love with his own mate's little sister, you.

''I'll turn your software into hardware''

"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!"

"Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me."

"Watch where you're putting your hands, Agent Love."

In which a love genie who sucks at names and a renegade government agent are put together.

He was a patient man.

He wouldn't mind to wait for the right time to reap what he thought he deserved. He had lived in the dark for far too long, that happiness was such a foreign notion for him. Until you crossed his path and awakened something deep inside him. Until he realized there was indeed glowing light on the other side of his world, just a flicker at the end of the journey he had to conquer.

Until the sunshine he had waited became you.

In which a girl has a big crush on the basketball player, min yoongi but she has a secret admirer who has been giving bottles of banana milk with sticky notes every day to her.

"If someone loves you, they'd never put themselves in a position to hurt you."

The story of a man who abandons his wife and son to be with his mistress in a foreign country. However, his world is turned upside down when he receives news that his son has fallen ill with a rare and life-threatening illness.

☁︎FUCKBOY | BFF!Yoongi X Reader | Side : JHS X Reader | Author :

Jiminttrash | 26 chapters | completed |

"It's me or that fuckboy, so choose."

"I'll make you feel so good, my pretty"

In which y/n is too innocent for the kinky bad boy Jeon Jungkook

When the campus heartthrob Jeon Jungkook who's actually a secret, self-professed romantic at heart, and the innocent country girl Kim Y/N, who's actually not as timid and docile as she seems, end up sharing a dorm for the semester, both discover that there's much more to their relationship than what meets the eyes.

they both loved him

but he only loved one of them.

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ALL BTS MEMBERS WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(1)

BTS X READER WATTPAD RECOMMENDATIONS(2)

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h-c-u · 1 year

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The kids are alright

Summary: You're filming some videos around the house for your unborn daughter, while your husband struggles with something.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x fem!reader

W/C: 1.4k

Rating: PG, age gap mentioned, but not specifically stated.

TWs: none

A/N: I love soft Ice the normal amount, your honor. Also, I imagine he's a bit older in the story than he's in the gif, but I just loved it so much...

Masterlist | List of tags | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

- And that would be your room, we just finished painting it... Well, mostly your daddy did because he was scared that something in the paint might be harmful to you, even though we triple-checked and chose the paint that was safe for pregnant women. So he waited till I went to sleep and spent the whole night painting it because he knew that I wouldn't let him do that alone... - you moved the camera, so it would record the light pastel-pink walls and the realistic clouds on the ceiling.

- But I was the one who did the clouds on the ceiling when he was at work, but don't tell him... - you lowered your voice to barely a whisper. - ...because I told him that auntie Flo did all the work, so hush about that. - you couldn't help but smile a bit. - I just really hope you're not going to hate the pink. I mean if you will, we'll, of course, repaint it, but at least for a while, you won't be able to tell us that you hate it. - at first, you really wanted to keep the room as gender-neutral as possible, but as soon as Ice found out you're having a girl, he was just so happy and wanted to do everything he possibly could to welcome his little princess into the world and make everything perfect for your daughter.

You had to fight tooth and nail not to have white furniture in the nursery though, because it would be, well... much too much in your opinion, so you settled on dark wood, which matched nicely with the pink walls and the deep green accessories.

- He just can't wait to meet you... You like that idea too, huh...? - you smiled when you felt her kick. - Ok, let's meet daddy... - you closed the door to the nursery and started walking downstairs step by step, taking your time, so you wouldn't lose your footing and fall. - Oh, you're gonna have so much fun sliding on those stairs on a sled, when you're a toddler, just promise me that you'll make sure to put couch cushions in your landing zone. - you laughed when you finally reached the bottom and pointed the camera toward the living room, where your husband was currently going over some most like very top-secret papers, that you definitely didn't see.

- See, that's your daddy. All serious and focused on work because he's very important and one day you'll understand that. But even though he has to think about keeping a lot of people safe all the time, he still has time for us... Watch his face... - you whispered as if you already had a secret comradely with your daughter. - Ice, baby... - it was all it took for him to put everything away, and look at you. His face instantly relaxed as soon as he laid his eyes on you, and a giant smile crawled onto his lips. - See...? - you've said to the camera. - He loves us so much and I can't wait for you to meet him. - you waddled towards the couch like a happy penguin, trying to keep the camera on Tom's face.

- What are you doing, dove? - he asked, even though it was pretty obvious. He gently pulled you onto the couch, and you turned the camera around, so now the two of you were in the shot.

- So remember when Florence mentioned the idea of filming the stuff for the baby? I'm doing exactly that... So we'll remember everything and one day she'll be able to see how cool her parents are. - you both laughed and he pulled you into a closer hug, almost forcing you onto his lap. - Do you want to tell her anything? - you asked, trying your best to keep the heavy camera steady, but your hands started to shake a bit, so Ice took it from your hands and you placed a small kiss on his cheek.

- Please be good to your mama... Don't kick her too much and all that. - you couldn't help but laugh when he put his hand on your stomach just as your daughter decided to ignore his request.

- She's gonna be a rebel. - you said through laughter. - Already not listening to her dad, and yet I bet that one look from her, and Mr. Ice-cold-no-mistakes will melt. - this time, he was the one who laughed.

- Yeah, that's true... So please don't abuse that. And just know that we love you very, very much... - he ended the recording and put the camera on the coffee table. Even though he was smiling, you knew that something was bothering him.

- What's wrong...? - you asked, and he sighed heavily, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, seeking every bit of comfort he could.

- I can't tell you... I wish I could, but I really can't, because I promised... - he mumbled against your skin, and you reached back with your right hand and started playing with his hair... It wasn't the most comfortable position, but you knew he needed it.

- Hmmm... So get this... I was thinking about writing a novel, where the main character is in the military and is struggling with a moral dilemma about his job, that could affect many, many lives... - you started and he laughed straight into your neck, which tickled, but you still didn't move away.

- It's not that kind of dilemma, dove... It's more of a request from a friend and I'm completely torn about it... - you moved away from him a little bit, but not for long because as soon as you found a comfortable position, you gently maneuvered him to lay down on your lap and you started playing with his hair. He already lived through a lot, and yet he still cared.

- Hmmm... So Maverick asked you to pull Bradley's papers... - you stated and he looked at you with surprise. - I might be young, but I'm not stupid. And I have great hearing. - you smiled and continued to gently run your fingers through his hair. It was easy for you to overhear or notice things because people either weren't threatened by you or ignored you, assuming you weren't important. Mav, of course, knew who you were since the day Ice met you, because he was there, convincing him to shoot his shot, but still... You were able to notice things he wanted to hide from the rest of the world. And even though you met Bradley only in passing, he was easier to read than a children's book; all emotions painted on his face with a contrast marker. - And now that we've established that I know, can you tell me why he wants to pull his papers? - you asked and he closed his eyes, considering his options, finally deciding on sharing this burden with you.

- He promised Carole before she died, that he wouldn't let him fly... - he sighed heavily, slowly melting into your touch.

- Now, that's just stupid. - you weren't exactly surprised. - Bradley is a grown-ass man, and he'll definitely find a way to do what he wants. Especially considering that it's the only way he knows how to connect with his dad... - Ice opened his eyes again and looked at you, waiting for you to continue, so you did. - I understand that Mav wants to keep his promise and keep him safe, but he would be much more successful in keeping him safe if he actually taught the kid how to fly in a safe environment, letting him find that connection outside the navy... - Bradley was only a couple of years younger than you, but you still felt like there was at least a generation separating you. - And the kid's gonna find out sooner or later that Pete asked you to pull his papers. Do you really think Mav can handle losing another Bradshaw? - Tom clenched his jaw, but as soon as you ran your finger over it, he relaxed. - How about you invite them both for dinner... I'm gonna cook something nice, and we're gonna talk it through... And just so we're clear, I will spill all the beans and blame it on the pregnancy, since apparently none of you knows how to communicate like adults. - he finally laughed and relaxed in your lap. He could easily find the best solution to a military conflict, but navigating a complicated issue when his friend was involved...? He forgot all about his training.

- I love you. - he smiled and closed his eyes again.

- I know. - normally you would lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead, but your belly made that impossible. Fortunately, your daughter helped you and kicked him right in the cheek.

#my writing #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #🖤

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notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder · 3 months

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I'm listening to my liked songs AND NO! YOU WILL LISTEN! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH AMERICAN SHOES BY RAINBOW KITTEN SURPISE IS ABIGAIL AND JOHN CODED MF LISTEN

You said I'll come back, I'll come back for you my love, wait for me You said you're the only, You've been the only one I love, and love believes

YOUR HONOR THEY ARE IN LOVE

But love is a bird that you kept in your coat Warm until it died in the dark And death is the love of what hurts you the most So you drink your day away till you're warm as paradise

YOUR HONOR THEIR LOVE IS NOT PERFECT IT BURNS IT STINGS AND IT'S A PRODUCT OF THEIR TIME BUT MAINLY PRODUCT OF THE WAY THEY WERE RAISED AND FORCED TO MATURE SO SOON

I'm not hurt I'm broken, But I called to say I'm fine

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE BROKEN BUT MAYBE!!§ MAYBE!!!!!!!§ And I heard you had another love, But I'd love you to think I don't mind

YOUR HONOR HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK! THEY ALL HAD HER AND SO WHAT The baby in your arms ain't mine, But I made believe as though it was

YOUR HONOR EVEN IF YOU LIKE THE THEORY JACK AINT HIS HE IS FUCK YOU YOUR HONOR RESPECTFULLY And I didn't mean to call this late but I think I'm in love With the thought of us

YOUR HONOR! THEY DESERVE TO GROW OLD

So you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs, And mirrors paint you beautiful like older photographs, But we grow, we grow old, Even this won't last

YOUR HONOR NOTHING IS FOREVER AND THEY DIDN'T GROW OLD BUT THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL AND IF NOTHING JACK IS HERE WALKING PROOF OF THEIR LOVE AND THE RANCH IS THE PROOF THE CHICKENS THERE ARE THE PROOF THE BLOOD SPILLED IS THE PROOF ARTHUR'S BLOOD IS THE PROOF No one understands, no one cares at all And they're tearing down our sacred places in the hall You know I hate to dance, Still you ask, still you ask for my hand

YOUR HONOR THE RANCH IS GONNA FALL APART WITHOUT THEM IT'S GONNA BE DESTROYED BUT ONCE HE STOOD TALL AND PROUD AND THERE WAS LAUGHTER IN THE HALL

I love you like the kids love throwing bottles of the bridge And breaking in to trade your fix for American shoes For American shoes, I've been dying to lie awake In a room for two, but

YOUR HONOR AMERICAN DREAM IS A LIE BUT LIFE IS FULL OF LIES AND WE LIVE AND LOVE FOR THE WHAT IFS I'll come back, I'll come back for you my love But love is a bird that you kept in your coat Warm until it died in the dark And death is the love of what hurts you the most So you drink your day away till you're warm as paradise

YOUR HONOR I PRAY THERE'S A BETTER WORLD IN WHICH THEY ALL SURVIVED AND THE FIRE IS BURNING IN THE LIVING ROOM AND THERE'S FOOD ON THE STOVE AND ABIGAIL IS STILL PLAYING THE PIANO AND JOHN GOES FISHING WITH JACK

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vay99 · 1 year

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Chishiya x reader

Between clubs and hearts

Manga/Live action: Alice in Borderland

Side note:

!!!This is a game I completely made up!!!

I've read the Manga and watched the life action, I'll go with the life action for this one shot

Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen/read the 10th heart game yet

/Club 8? What's this? Yesterday it said spade 4 I think. What does this mean?/ as a thousand questions ring through your head you look around to see if there'd be anyone you could ask and looks trustworthy. You see two woman in their mid 40's, who seem pretty anxious, a few guys in smokings, three high schoolers and two that looks as if they were just coming from the pool.

Looking at the table you see phones and a metal chain, the card says to put the chain around your waist. Once it clicked it adjusts to your size, so you can escape from it.

"What the hell."

-Game start-

-Club 8-

Chains were coming out of holes in the wall, with every player having one attached to the one around their waist.

-You're all connected by these chains. To free yourself you need to find the right key out of the box in the middle. But beware, you can only move forward if someone else walks backwards. Work together to free everyone. After one minute the walls will start closing in, you have 8 minutes until the walls reach the middle. Games start in 30 seconds-

"What?"

"No way!"

"We just have to work together, this is an easy game!"

"Easy?" the guy besides you muses. "This could be a heart game as well."

"You seem to know these games quite well." you figure, he and his companion are the only ones that seem calm.

"New to this world?"

"I've had one game so far."

"Mhm, interesting." he nods, removing the hood of his jacket.

"I'm y/n." you introduce yourself, he seems like the only person in this room who seems totally unbothered, being on his side probably gives you the highest rate of survival. Yet he just stares at you, as if he's trying to figure your value.

"I'm Kuina by the way." the girl next to him takes over, she's probably the liveliest person you've seen since you've arrived.

"Nice to meet you." you nod, not sure if you should keep questioning the people around you instead of the game. That seems to be starting now.

The second the game starts the chaos begins, everyone is running towards the middle, the two older women pushed one another back to get further. Not one of them moved more than a step.

"So it began." the guy comments, as if he were a bystander.

"Not trying to disturb your commentary, but we'll all die if we don't do something."

"I agree with her, Chishiya you usually have a plan." Kuina pushes her friend to say something.

"Us three can't do anything. Judging from this room everyone would need to get as close as two meters in front of the wall for one person to be able to reach the middle. Who would trust a stranger like that?" Chishiya concludes, leaving Kuina and you to exchange panicked glances.

"Thanks for the analysis Einstein, but we need a freaking solution." you call him out which once earns a chuckle from the man.

"Okay, I'll trust you." one of the high school girls says, walking backwards, the second she steps back she gets pulled against the wall by those who pull the hardest. Right as she hits the wall hot nails come out, killing her instantly.

"Nooo!"

"I want home!!"

"I don't want to die!"

Hell breaks loose.

"Bloody perfect, now there's hot spikes! This got worse way too quick." you notice, leaning more into your chain as well so you don't loose your grip.

"No one will cooperate now." Kuina says. "Chishiya do something!"

"We have to wait till some more people slip." he casually answers as if he weren't talking about peoples life's.

"I won't accept this. I've seen people push one another into death already." you say as you take tiny steps backwards.

"Are you insane, you'll die a useless death." Chishiya calls out, turning towards you.

"We're gonna die either way, and I'd rather die trying to work together than being selfish like the rest."

Chishiya just looks at you for a while till he turns towards the middle again, chuckling. "You're interesting, I like that."

Another five people die as they got pushed by their neighbors and lost hold, only six people left. According to Chishiyas calculations one person should be able to reach the middle by now, if only one person would've moved during that time.

Chishiya keeps a close eye on one player, who looks extremely stressed. "Kuina, on my sign you run as fast as you can towards the middle."

Earning a unsure Glace from her he continues observing. Until it happens. The guy looses tension, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"Now!" Chishiya immediately runs back as Kuina sprints forward, pulling the poor guy against the wall and reaching the keys.

"Yes! They have numbers!" she looks around but doesn't see a number.

"Y/n is number 10, you're number 9 Kuina." he says, that guy really did observe everything. The numbers were randomly given as the game started, showing up at the back of your lock. Kuina picks the right keys and throws them to each one of you.

As soon as you've freed yourself you run to Chishiya to figure his number.

"5!" you catch the key and get him free just in time, burning your right elbow during the process.

"We gotta go! The walls are nearly too close!" Kuna warns, throwing the keys randomly to the people. "Sorry."

"We can't just-" you were about to protest But Chishiya grabs your wrist and pulls you out of this hell behind him.

All you hear after that were the painful voices of those who were torn to death.

-Congratulations-

-Game clear-

"We let them die." you breath, sinking to the ground.

"Y/n, I'm not a fan of this either, but we had no choice." Kuina sits down next to you, able to relate to your emotions.

"We all just want to survive, isn't it human to betray others so we can live?" Chishiya asks, knowing that you won't respond. You know the answer, even though you hate it.

"Why don't you come with us?"

That question was the last thing you remembered of that night. The next day you wake up in a hotel room, Kuina sleeping on the bed next to you.

"Where the hell am I?"

"The beach." Chishiya greets you, leaning against the door frame. "You still have eleven days on your visa, so they won't send you to a game tonight."

"I can continue to sleep you mean? Gladly." you fall back into the white sheets.

The following four days Chishiya would guide you around and for the one game you had to participate in he made sure that he'd be there as well.

But during the 10th of heart game you've lost each other. And since he kept you close the entire time he knew that the military section wouldn't hesitate to shoot you. It wasn't a secret that they hated Chishiya and everything related to him. At least Niragi.

"How did I loose them so quickly?" you run around, after the three of you were in the camera room Kuina left to see what Ann was doing and Chishiya wanted to blow up Niragi. Like legit.

You were following him but a huge crowd and witch hunters seperated you.

"Hey witch come here! Don't make us kill you here, then we have to to carry you!" some guy yells as he shoots in your direction.

"Fuck off!" you run towards the smoke, against all your instincts.

Crawling over the ground to escape the smoke you try to find a way out. A window. Being on the tenth floor you knew that you won't survive such a jump, but you had no choice, the fire caught up to quickly so you had to try to jump from one balcony to another until you're on the first floor.

"Kuina!" you run towards your friend who's currently helping out Ann. "Have you seen Chishiya?"

"No, but he doesn't die that easy." she reassures you.

Arisu and Ann explained how to win this game, but Niragi just had to show up and blow everything up didn't he? Aguni threw himself at him and they got lost in the flames. And usually you would've been relieved if there wasn't this tiny problem. Your leg was shot. Your calf. And it was bleeding like hell.

"Y/n!" Kuina and Usagi immediately run to you, adding pressure to the wound. "Stay with us!"

"Make it stop!" you grunt through your teeth, trying to endure the pain. It only hurt more once Usagi put her jacket around your leg as a compress bandage.

As the others burn the witch you walk outside, being supported by Usagi, watching the Beach burn. No sight of Chishiya.

"I'll look for him." you say, trying to take a step but your leg had different plans. You're met with the ground. "Damn it."

"I'll look for him." Kuina says, not waiting for your response and just taking off.

The crowd gets smaller, all the members of beach head off to different directions, leaving Arisu, Usagi, Tatta and you.

"Kuina shouldn't have gone back." Usagi voices her concern, watching the building collapse.

"I told her the same."

"Chishiya!" you can't believe your eyes, he's alive and unharmed, you struggle to get back on your feet to walk towards him. "You're alright, I was worri-" you stop midsentence, surprised by the hug you find yourself in.

"I'm so glad you're alive." he mutters against your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around your back.

"Me too."

"What happened to your leg?" he inspects your leg after loosing the hug, seeing blood all over your foot. "Let me have a look."

"Chishiya?"

"I'm a doctor." he answers calmly, taking a look at your wound. "A bullet, it went right through, it hit an artery."

"It was Niragi."

"He's still alive?" he asked surprised. "But I burned him."

"He should be dead now." you watch Chishiya tighten the bandage more.

"Let's get some medical supplies so I can fix your leg." he says as he sweeps you up into his arms.

"Chishiya being sweet? Now I've really seen it all." Kuina shakes her head in disbelieve, following behind you by a bit to give you at least a bit privacy to talk.

#Alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #aib chishiya #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x reader #Alice in borderland x reader #Alice in borderland imagine #Chishiya imagine

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lumenflowered · 29 days

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Pelipper mail! A nightmare that isn't yours. For its original dreamer, it was always painfully reoccurring, especially in her youth.

Your duty, your burden, feels too big for your own body. You are nine years old again, with the weight of the world lying right on top of your shoulders, again, without even the decency to wait till you grow a little older, a little stronger, so that maybe everything won't seem so bad through a grown-up's eyes.

"Hello, Princess Zelda!"

You snap out of your daze and look up at the voice's owner— a boy of nobility, accompanied by five or six of his peers. The duke's boy. You know his name is Imos, and he is eleven years old.

"Lovely weather today, isn't it?" Imos says loftily. "But it might rain."

Your face does not shift, and you level a blank gaze with him. "And?"

"Perhaps you ought to return to your study and… what was it? Awaken that sacred power that's going to save us all from certain doom?" The other boys and girls hide shrill giggles behind their hands. You don't mean to curl your fist (it is very unbecoming, after all), but then your nails dig into your palms anyway.

"Look at her," the baron's son shouts with glee. "She couldn't tell a cucco apart from a heron if she tried."

That embarrassing memory floods your mind and your face goes a bit pink.

The count's daughter waves him down. "Oh, spare her! She fails at everything, even the bare minimum!"

"Did you hear she was caught sneaking into the library by her father?"

"Did you hear she got sick from her last fountain trip 'cause the Goddess thinks she's so stupid?"

"Did you hear that his Majesty confiscated all her books because she couldn't stop reading them?"

"Eugh, what kind of princess likes to read so much?"

"Only lunatics with thick-wired spectacles do that!"

"Did you hear that in the past three years, she's done nothing at all?"

"Yeah, except become a booky freak!"

On and on the children go and erupt into high-pitched laughter, and rage and shame constricts around your throat— the kind of tightness that makes you want to explode into a million little pieces and somehow still scream at the same time. The kind that makes you want to disappear and not come back.

Tears prick at your burning eyes and you are just about to think, you are not going to cry in front of—

"Hey, your Highness," Imos says in a mocking tone, and he walks up to you, but his smile falls into a serious frown. "It's been however long and you don't exactly have forever to save all our asses. So you need to toughen up. Otherwise…" He shrugs, stepping back to rejoin his friends. "We'll see you on the other side of hell."

You feel your heart twist as they whoop and jeer. "Aww, look! Is the little princess gonna cryyyy?" the captain's son taunts. "Does the little princess want her muuum?"

The other children actually stop and gasp, and he clamps his mouth shut with a slightly guilty look. Before they all burst out laughing, again. Endless nightmare. Blurry, leering faces you cannot discern. Endless, endless laughter.

"Are you going to cry for your mum, Zelda?"

"Put a little doggy treat that says 'Queen of Hyrule' on a stick so Zelda will jump after it like a pet!"

"Mother won't save you now, princess!"

"And your daddy thinks you're a failure!"

You can't stop the tears. You can't stop. And then you're curled on the ground gasping for air like a dying fish and crying for your father who would never come for a failure like you and you just want someone to hear you and to just hold you and it won't stop it won't stop it won't

"I just want my mother," you wail, and their laughter sounds like screaming. "I just…"

and pain will never fucking stop, least of all for you

That i s...

...Children do always know how to be the cruelest. Those of nobility especially; they had many examples to learn from, after all. I suppose that does not vary as much as I thought (or perhaps hoped) it did between worlds.

Zelda, if you happen to be reading this, I am sorry you had to deal with anything approaching... this.

(Urbosa or Link, if you happen to be reading this, would you mind giving Zelda a hug for me?)

#pelipper mail #tw nightmare #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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enchantedmirage · 11 days

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New Living Conditions | Katsumi Story 1 (pt.2)

// previous //

"This dorm is really spacious hm, doesn't seem like there's anyone here."

".. Katsumi-han?"

"Oya, Sakura-chan, perfect timing. Jun had to go run some errands so I'm idling by till I settle into our room ~"

"Huh, our?"

Ko: If your stayin with him.. it means you're stayin with me too, yknow that right?

Ka: It's only for a couple of days.. Saegusa-kun told me.

Ko: Err.. how'd ya get in anyway?

Ka: Got a pass after Jun convinced the guards.

Ko: Kohkohkoh. Really?

Ka: I don't think my appearance was that suspicious, a lot of idols are effeminate-looking really..

Ko: That's true I s'pose.

Hopefully ya won't face any trouble here though, your main concern is probably the others here.

Ka: Pfft.. I can tell how chaotic it must be.

Ko: Anyway, I'll lead ya to our room, there's probably a rolled up futon in the closet somewhere I think.

Ka: Thank you.

Ka: (He has his back turned on me so easily.. if I was actually someone dangerous, would he notice?)

Ko: We're here now.

Ko: Can I ask ya why you're suddenly rooming with us then?

Didja live alone?

Ka: Technically.. It's a really long story, I don't know where to start.

Ko: Just go with what comes to mind, if that helps?

Ka: Well.. it started with.. leaving home one day, yknow?

Ko: That's a bit earlier than I'd thought..

Ka: The pressure was too much and I.. no, it wasn't a sudden thing.

I planned it for so long.

Ka: But going into the city unprepared was an experience.

Ko: (I could say the same too, really.)

Ka: Ever felt like that too?

Ko: Ehh?

Ka: You seemed to react familiar to it, haha~

Ah, I'll skip over to when I started living in cybercafes.

Ko: You.. wait what?

Ka: I had to switch which one I stayed at every night but it was cheap, even if the air was clouded with smoke.

Saying these things.. makes my heart ache a little, but back then I don't think I felt anything.

It's confusing, but it's what 'home' was now.

New cafe, same atmosphere. But today, I happened to stay in one near the manga cafe Jun frequented at and was caught red-handed~

Ka: I've been using my current salary to pay for my classes in Yumenosaki, an apartment was out of the question.. especially in this economy.

Ko: Don't ya have your parents, or someone to support you?

Ka: ..Not anymore.

Ko: (....)

Ka: Don't worry, what they think won't affect me anymore. I don't want it to~ Lalala~

Ko: ..You're quite strange, Katsumi-han.

Ka: Is it that foreign to not want to be hurt anymore?

Ko: You've got a point.

Ka: Atta boy ☆ (pats his head)

Ko: H-Hey! I know you do this often but would it hurt ya to ask first?

Ka: I'm not making you too uncomfortable, right?

Sorry, sometimes my older sister instincts rise up and I can't help but dote on you.

Ko: Do you have siblings?

Ka: I'm the oldest, could you have guessed?

Ko: I don't think so... you act pretty lively.

Ka: Are you just saying I'm not mature enough!?

Ko: Kohkohkoh~ Maybe that wouldn't be a stretch.

Ka: I.. suppose. People have always said that.

Ka: At some point in time, I stopped being viewed like an 'older sister'

Perhaps it was because I wasn't reliable enough, not as responsible for someone dubbed the eldest.

And maybe.. I'm like this too others, like a little sister figure. Like "Please dote on me" yknow?

But.. I always catch myself going back to when I was called "Big sis" I don't think I can ever forget that.

To work hard, provide and take care of, I was the shield that protected my siblings from the pain of this world

And I... left them there. Aren't I /so good/?

Ko: Then tell me what you could have done.

Ka: ..?

Ko: The past can be full of regrets, and it's unhealthy to get yourself wrapped in them.

Ka: I'm just frustrated on a lot of things.

Ko: Bet ya I'd know a thing or two of how that feels.

Ka: I know deep down.. this is all that I could do.

Ka: I don't think my siblings would receive the same treatment as I did anyway, my folks tired themselves out, hah~

Ka: I'm free now.

Ko: It's like you could finally spread your wings huh?

Ka: I suppose!

// next //

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars oc #ensemble stars oc #enstars edit #kohaku oukawa #< katsumi tokunaga >

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penny-anna · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

oof only 5 okay!!

i was gonna do 1 per fandom but then i realised that came to 6 so screw it u get 6:

The Engraving (BBC Merlin)

Arthur had somehow got into a situation wherein he had to bugger the man who was – let’s face it – the closest thing he had to a best friend, and unless luck was very much on his side things were going to be awkward forever. Camelot has been stricken by a terrible drought! Fortunately, Merlin has found a magical ritual that can bring back the rain. Unfortunately, it requires group sex - and Merlin is a virgin.

this was one of the last merlin fics i wrote n its a very stupid and silly and fluffy gangbang. really enjoyed writing the 'everyone lives happily ever after' AU on this one. very fun :)

Golden (Doctor Who)

Good gracious, it had been so long since he’d been seduced. He’d forgotten what a delectable experience it was. After an exhausting run-in with the local monsters, the Doctor takes Jamie to a hot spring to relax.

THIS IS ANOTHER SMUT. SORRY. very honest answer here. this is my dw piece i go back to most often. love the atmosphere of it.

And I'll shiver like I used to (LOTR)

He could taste it on his tongue, the salty tang of the sea, fresher and somehow saltier than the sea he knew. He could feel the sand, soft and light underfoot, warm from the sun. 'Sam,' the voice had said, saying his name so tenderly, so carefully, as if it were something precious, something to be treasured. 'Oh, Sam. I’ll wait for you.' Samwise Mason is a junior member of the Stonemason's Guild of Haven City; he works hard, but doesn't stand out. He dreams, again and again, of a beach with white sand and a kiss goodbye. Samwise Mason is making a statue.

tough call here but im still so pleased with this one i worked so so hard and i think it's the most romantic thing i've ever written

Constellations (The Witcher)

"I know how soulmarks work. If a person has two names writ upon them by destiny, then one is to guide them to their true love and the other to their worst enemy. Everyone knows that." / "That’s an old wives’ tale." When Jaskier was fourteen, two names appeared on his skin: 'Geralt' and 'Yennefer'.

VERY tough call here as i wrote a lot of witcher fics i still love but hand on heart this is the one i most enjoyed writing. blasted it out in like a week iirc. great stuff.

the world won't wait till you're older (DCU/Shazam)

Shazam didn’t understand how taxes worked. He always seemed kind of lost when they talked politics. Wally often had the sense that he was nodding along with things he didn’t really understand. He knew what vaping was. Inexplicably he knew what TikTok was. Weird guy. The Justice League try to adjust to their newest member. They know he's hiding something from them, but in their line of work everyone has secrets. Shazam's no different. Is he? Or, the Justice League accidentally inducts a child and then deals with the fall-out.

obvious choice haha!! my most popular DCU fic!! its a banger i hope to match it one day

time to time (Back to the Future)

“Will you shut your damn mouth and listen to me?” his other self hisses. He gulps in a breath, and breathes out; then, resolved, he does his best to shake his head. “No,” he says. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t hear it – having any knowledge of my relative future could –” His other self claps a hand, hard, over his mouth. His palm is damp. Clammy. Emmett makes a protesting sound against it but before he can wriggle free, the other him speaks. “Marty dies.” A cloud passes over the sun. The Brown family are on vacation, taking a break from the stresses of 1986. It's a beautiful summer day. What could possibly go wrong?

hnghh got a lot of bttf fics i love but this one remains the stand out for me. obsessed honestly.

thank u!! i'm not going to send asks bcos im lazy but for once i will tag some people uhh ok @uighean @limerental @bg-sparrow @megamindsupremacy @wromwood

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sysmedsaresexist · 8 months

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Why should I bother healing? I mean what awaits past the pain and sorrow? Feeling lightly better? I can just chase dopamine till I'll die and still have a good enough life

I feel like I know who this is, we have an unfinished conversation, don't we?? I still have your last reply and the start of my post in my drafts, waiting for me to find words that would help. If it's not you, I hope that user sees this, as well.

Friendo, don't let your current dumb feelings and silly brain get in your way of your future

Extreme positivity ahead

Fuck around on this post and find out

-the kids these days, probably

On a very serious note, I think we've all been there, where it just feels so goddamn pointless and you're so tired. Trauma survives long after the events that caused it, digging its claws into every aspect of your life-- even the parts that seemed unrelated and safe.

I can't give you the best advice because I don't know your full situation-- age, living arrangements, financial situations, education, all of that changes the conversation, but I'm going to try to give you a general bit of hope

Age and time helps

Even mental illness tends to improve with age.

As you get older, the brain naturally settles into a (generally) calmer, happier state. I promise you, with all the sincerity and genuineness in the world, even if you did nothing, in five years you'll still feel better than you do right now.

Yes, even dissociative disorders. (PDF)

Don't be so hard on yourself.

This won't apply to everyone, obviously there is a problem with mental health in aging populations, but... don't think that's the norm, or something to be expected, and you've already taken the biggest step by noting your mental health struggles early on. One of the biggest reasons that there is a problem in seniors is because there was very little early detection, and talking about mental health was seen as taboo. You're halfway there.

And as you experience more happiness and things just feel calmer, making positive changes becomes easier, especially as more opportunities open to you every year. So.

Looking back, I think my biggest mistake was looking at myself as I was, and looking at where I wanted to be-- or, more often, what I thought everyone else was. Happy, composed, financially successful, intelligent, popular.

And good god, I felt lazy. I wasn't chronically fatigued, I was lazy, I convinced myself.

Eventually, I started looking at smaller parts of my life and tried to make tiny, easy improvements, rather than anything big.

And with each tiny improvement, and with each year, I started to feel like it was worth it. And like I deserved to have a life I was happy with, whether that met anyone else's expectations or not.

Look, I don't know what kind of crack my grandmother was on, but I couldn't keep a house like that. She had six kids and a job back in the 60s, and even at nearing 85 she would still get on her hands and knees and wash the floor. That place was always immaculate.

And that's just unrealistic. And unnecessary.

My mother was the polar opposite, and I grew up in a hoarding situation.

When I finally got out on my own, it took a while to figure it out, but I settled somewhere in the middle. The idea of keeping the house as clean as my grandmother made me want to actually off myself. I am not exaggerating. The idea was daunting and terrified me. I would rather lay down and give up than find the energy.

But the closer I got to my mother's situation, the more I hated myself, because look at how gross I was.

Here's the truth:

Fuck. Everyone.

Seriously. I swear to god, one day, a lightbulb is just going to go off, and you'll realize that you never should have cared in the first place what other people thought or expected.

My home is crowded but cozy. I no longer look around feeling overwhelmed and disgusted with myself. I do what I can and I celebrate every little step.

It's my home and I'm happy with it, and that is the only thing that matters.

Life is like my house. Live it only for yourself, and do what you can. Celebrate all of the things you do, regardless how small.

Even if you did nothing, it's still going to get better.

Imagine how much EXTRA better you can make it if you just take it in tiny, tiny steps.

Like exponential growth of better.

Feeling just slightly better today makes tomorrow feel better, and the day after that, and the day after that.

Plus, think of all the (insert animal you love) that'll you'll see.

#suicide mention #tw #positivity #ptsd #depression #anxiety #did #OSDD

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practically-an-x-man · 5 months

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— “not that i’m not enjoying being used as your pillow, but i think we’d be more comfortable in bed.”

Oooh alright! This is a really cute prompt (one of my favorites from the list tbh) so I'm struggling to pick out which couple I want to write this for. I'm thinking... hm, I'm still on that Eris and Rick kick, and they could use some fluff after that angst piece I wrote before, so let's go with that.

____ Late Nights

Word Count: 1.1k Content Warnings: none! (I guess a little swearing and teasing?) ____

It had been a difficult mission. No casualties, thank goodness, but it had been 72 continuous hours of crowded transit, drawn-out fights, and whining ex-cons. Blackguard alone was enough to drive them both half-mad, and it nearly earned him the point of Eris' spear. Rick had stopped her just in time, but... if she was going to lose her patience with anyone on the squad, he'd probably be missed the least. Insubordinate prick. Almost made Rick yearn for his military days.

But they'd all made it back safe, with ten years knocked off their sentences, and it meant Rick earned himself another night of semi-peaceful sleep.

Though he wasn't doing that just yet. The adrenaline of that last fight hadn't quite worn off, and it left him feeling too restless to sleep. They'd been caught by surprise right at the end of the mission, surrounded, and it would've meant the slaughter of the team if Eris hadn't pulled out their final stop.

Archaic magic. Shape-changing. He'd never fully understood it. But it saved the team, though it left Eris exhausted in the aftermath. Rick had almost had to carry him back to the plane - he was so drained his legs barely functioned.

From there she'd dozed: on the plane, on the bus to Belle Reve, in Rick's truck back to the apartment. Even here, now safe and sound in his living room, they lay half-covering his body, their face buried in his chest. The television droned on, some late-night sitcom rerun he'd flicked on just to fill the silence. Rick ran his fingers through Eris' hair, the touch just enough to make them sigh.

"Y'know, for the personification of strife, or whatever the hell you claim to be..." he murmured, "You're damn cute when you sleep."

"Mm. M'not cute." Eris mumbled, her voice almost lost against the fabric of his shirt. Rick almost chuckled.

"Right now y'are, darlin'."

"Could... could cut off your head... wouldn't even know it till you saw your body land next t'you," he responded, his voice still half-slurred with sleep. Rick wasn't even sure he knew what he was saying. He ran his hand over their back in slow circles, smiling when Eris burrowed in a little closer.

"I'm sure you could," Rick agreed, completely honest, "But you won't."

"Hm. Try me."

"Do it, then."

"Tomorrow." Eris sighed, "Just you wait. You're done for, Flag."

"Sure I am. Shame, too. I was gonna make French toast." he replied without moving an inch, "Guess you'll just have to steal the wallet off my dead body and go buy yourself breakfast instead."

"Maybe I could..." they drawled, the words punctuated by a yawn, "Save it for the afternoon. Lunchtime murder."

"I'll mark my calendar."

"S'yer own damn fault," Eris mumbled, just a few moments later, "You're the one who keeps bringing... fuckin'.... m'mortal metas home to bed with you. Some point you gotta, just... expect to get'cher head chopped off."

"Yeah, I know. Occupational hazard." he agreed, faintly amused at the whole conversation. His fingers traced idle patterns over Eris' bare back and shoulders, following the lines of a few old scars. Some of them, he knew, could have been older than he was - older than his whole family line, even. The thought bent strangely at his mind. Eris had always appeared his age, even a few years younger - younger in appearance at least, though their features had a strangely ancient quality to them. The closest he'd ever seen in the modern world was in Egypt, or perhaps Türkiye, and even that was a bit... shifted.

"Y've got... concerning taste." Eris' muffled voice pulled him from his thoughts, and this time Rick couldn't stifle the low laugh that rose in his chest.

"I'm aware."

" 'N I need to get your French toast recipe." she added the moment later, the words still dragging with sleep.

"It's just bread and eggs, babe."

" 'N vanilla. The good vanilla."

"Yeah, alright, and vanilla. And a little nutmeg n' cinnamon. And a couple other things." he explained, "I can show you how to make it tomorrow. Better not leave you hanging after I'm missin' my head and all."

"Hm. I won't make it as good as you," Eris protested, shifting a little in his grip. Rick rested his hand on the back of their head, scratching his nails lightly over their scalp. Eris hummed in contentment, a sound that almost reminded him of a purr.

"You will. It's not that hard."

"Shut up, Flag. 'M tryna save your life."

"Right. 'Course. Forget I said anything." he replied, amused. Eris' back hitched, and he realized a moment later that she was laughing. It made him smile. He imagined that this was what had drawn him in from the beginning. He'd met them out on the battlefield, of course - and they were just as terrifying there as they'd always been - but he'd asked them out for a drink in exchange for saving his life, and that was where he'd gotten to see this softer side for the first time.

And he still stood by his words. Eris was cute when he was sleepy. It was awfully disarming.

"Alright, well..." Rick muttered, stretching for the remote to shut off the television. It left the room dark and near-silent, and Eris grumbled his protest. Rick ran his fingers through his hair once again, savoring its soft curls. "Not that I'm not enjoying being used as your pillow, but I think we'd be more comfortable in bed."

"Mm. Stop chasing me away."

"I think I'm doing the opposite," he pointed out, shifting to sit up as he spoke, "Besides, weren't you the one who told me to stop putting metahumans in my bed?"

"Think I meant... stop putting succubi in your bed," Eris corrected, "M'not a succubus. Doesn't count."

Rick fought hard to bite back his smile. Eris, who would push and taunt and bite but at the end of the day really did want to be near him, who'd make up any sort of excuse to admit he didn't have that fondness, who insisted time and time again that he wasn't cute, he wasn't soft, that he'd most likely kill him in the morning...

"So a war god's safe to put in my bed? 'Cause I can just leave you here, if that's what you want..." Rick let his arms loosen around them, just enough for emphasis. Eris' fingers caught his bicep in an instant, holding him before he could get too far. Rick again bit back a smile.

"Discord. Not war." Eris muttered, tracing her finger along the tattoos on his bicep, " 'N I'm not a god, n' I'm not safe. But I'll... I'll make n'exception for you."

"I'm honored." he said, and lifted them into his arms, "Here we go, darlin'."

#my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #oc eris #my writing #oneshot #ficlet #fluff #domestic fluff #the suicide squad #rick flag #rick flag x oc

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crystaldoodler · 2 years

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meme redraw/trace based on @penny-anna 's fic "the world won't wait till you're older"

#dc #billy batson #superman #shazam #captain marvel #billy is a sassy teen

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minthe-lover · 2 years

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Gods duty

Thanatos fic is completely, will be doing a romantic fic with demeter next. word count: 1,010

"I'm not thanking you, I'm most put-upon-"

"You're welcome goodbye!"

Thanatos stared up awkwardly at Hades who similarly stared down at him, as his mother flew away. "Well I guess I'm stuck with you... What's your name boy"

"It's Thanatos sir...." he looked away at the ground nervously not wishing to look the kind of the underworld in the eye. Hades hummed trying to think.

"Well... I need a soul collector... how would you like to be the god of death?" Hades ask looking over some paper work, Thanatos nodded nervous. Knowing he has to accept the job. ".... yes sir..."

why did I accept that

Thanatos had grown a few inches and was currently had a mortal realm clothes wrapped around him. It was his first time visiting the mortal realm, to fulfill his job of collecting shades. He was nervous his small hand gathering sweat he attempted to wipe off on the white cloth around them.

He had been around shades his whole life but never after they had recently died. He heard Hades call for him. "Thanatos! are you finished! I'm tied of waiting!" Thanatos rushed out to follow Hades to the human realm.

Stretching his wings he flew behind Hades, the bright sun of the mortal realm caused him to squint his eyes. Once his eyes adjusted he saw what his job was, Hades pointed towards it.

It was clear what had happened as Thanatos looked through the window. Inside on the bed was an old man, his eyes lifeless. Sitting next to him was a shade, exactly like the old man in appearance but looking around confusingly.

Thanatos flew and sat on the windowsill before speaking up "... I'm... I.. I'm here to take you to the under world"

The shade looked over to Thanatos and sighed "I know... Your look quite young for a god of death...." The older man stared at Thanatos his hands shaking.

".. I hate to do this to a child... But please... Please let me stay... My grandchild was just born.. I've barely been able to spend any time with them! I beg of you allow me to stay!" he moves to grab the robes that Thanatos was wearing, as he continued to beg with a horse and panicked voice.

Thanatos was similarly panicked at the interaction as the old man continued to tightly hold onto his robe, begging as tears came to his eyes. Thanatos felt lightheaded as he could barely take an even breath before quickly responding "o-okay!... you... you can stay... just.. for... um... a bit longer.."

the shade immediately relaxed letting him go and whispering a small thank you as Thanatos flew away as he cried.

He flew away as tears formed in his eyes finding the nearest tree to hide among the leaves. Once he found a sturdy seat on the branches, he quickly broke down. Weak sobs and tears leaving him hugging his knees close to his chest as the begs from the shade rang through his ears.

It wasn't that long in till Hades figured out he allowed the shade to return, and quickly went out in search for the young god. Once he found him crying in the tree unsure of what to do he went to sit next to him on the branch.

"… Thanatos… you can't let there words get to you… you need to go finish the job.. this won't be the worst shade you'll have to deal with so just focus on getting it done." Hades said in an attempt to comfort the child, though in the back of his mind he was considering all the time he was wasting on his matter.

Thanatos responded with a variety of weak sobs and pleads to not be made to do it, but Hades stood by his points. Waiting until the Thanatos sobs lessen before bringing him back to the shades, being nearby as the nervous god completed his job

I should have left after that

The awkward air didn't leave as Thanatos existed the court room. It got worse as he felt the familiar and angry eyes of Hades barring into the back of his skull. His ichor ran cold and his throat was dry as he turned around.

Hades eyes glowed red as he stepped closer staring down thanatos "What. Where. You. Thinking" he yelled at thanatos still glaring down at him as he began to pace around.

"I take care of you for years! Give you an amazing job! Put up with you sloppy performance year after year, and you go ahead and do this! Stab me on the back and do this?"

Thanatos tried to shrink into himself, wanting to fly away from his conversation. Before something struck a cord with him. "I care for her and you treat her like shit for no reason!?"

thanatos took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he stared into Hades face. "Why don't you care for me.. 'dad'... you... your treating a random god better then you've ever treated me! Some one you raised as a 'son'" his voice was weak but growing in strength as he continued to air the things he has wished to say his whole life.

"You've always treated me like garbage! you claim you cared for me all the time! but you were a terrible father figure! I've been working for me my whole life.. I never wanted this... and then a random girl came in that you met at a party and you've spent so much time caring for her over literally any of your other employees!"

Hades opened his mouth to counter but thanatos raised his hands stopping him "I'm done with you and how you constantly treat me like shit... go have a wonderful relationship with her.. but I am done dealing with you bullshit"

he quickly stormed off before hades could respond, finding the nearest window and quickly flying away. He was glad he stood up for himself.. but the fear of hades still clinged onto him tightly.

#anti lo #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lore olympus fanfic #lo hades #lo thanatos #lore olympus hades #lore olympus thanatos

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clopehsekkaisasimp · 2 years

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!Totcf/Lotcf spoilers!

If you were to think about it, the first one to die in Cale's group would be Ron (assuming that no one gets murdered,ofc). And the last people to die would be Raon, and Choi han.

Choi Han has the same lifespan as Raon, because of the deal with GoD. But we don't know if they'll die at the same time, or not. So they'll be the lasts ones alive.

Eruhaben will live till Raon's an adult, which in dragon years is pretty long. We can assume that the first dragon to die would be Mila and then Rasheel. Because Eruhaben basically has an extra life, due to the wind artifact thing.

We don't know if Being a Necromancer affects your lifespan, so Mary might have have the average human lifespan. And end up dying with the others 🤷‍♀️

Alberu/Alver is 1/4 dark elf. So we can assume that he has 1/4 of a Dark elves lifespan. Which hopefully is pretty long. But I'm certain the people will get suspicious, if he's still alive after a long time.

On and Hong will live a long life, due to them being apart of the Cat tribe. But On would be the one to die first, because she's older than Hong.

And then let's talk about Cale. If Cale hadn't Kebab himself, he'd most likely have a humans average lifespan (Probably not though).But due to the world tree root coming from an immortal, Cale now has traces of immortality.

As said by the ancient powers, Cale will have a long life. But how long exactly? We can assume that Cale might age slower, because you don't age at all when you're immortal. But that honestly depends on how or what immortality is portrayed in here.

Cale might also live for hundreds, or even thousands of years. Because having traces of immortality, still seems enough to live for a long time.

So Cale might also still be alive by the time Raon grows up. Or be long gone, by the time Raon grows up.

Anyway back to Raon and Choi Han. The only ones who'd still be with them, would be any of the beast tribes, The dark elves, Elves, and ect. That is, if we assume they don't destroy the world if Cale dies.

But watch the Author pull a Loz, botw (Legend of Zelda,Breath of the wild). In which Cale out lives all of them, even though they were supposed to outlive him.

Which is pretty depressing, and hopefully won't happen. But I guess we'll have to wait and see.

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