#these people were just ignoring the bloodshed and living their best lives

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

I want to be as untroubled as the club dancers that exalted the good vibes and kept dancing while john wick was gasping, struggling, fighting for his life, and annihilating dozens of men just a few feet away

#these people were just ignoring the bloodshed and living their best lives #I watched john wick last night and it was FABULOUS #john wick #john wick chapter 4 #john wick 4 #keanu reeves #my sister and I were just like ???? have they not noticed??? why are they vibing???

[multific]

A Little Life

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1K

Warnings: mentions of giving birth in impossible conditions, blood and violance

Summary: It was only meant to be a small visit. Your husband separated from you for his important meeting while you headed to meet the other ladies, however what you found is bloodshed and you needed to act fast.

Childbirth.

The birth of your baby is something you wanted to be as good as it possibly can even with all the pain.

You wanted to have your husband there, and many midwives to make sure your baby is safe coming into this world.

And yet, there you were.

Running in the woods like a rabbit running from wolves.

And your wolves were worse.

People who hated your husband and his family, swore to hurt your husband in a way they thought would be the worse, to take away the two things he loved the most.

His wife and his child.

Their plan was well thought out, but they never expected you to be able to run so well while in labour.

You heard them follow you, you could hear them stepping on branches, their swords clanking against surfaces. You had to run, at least until Aemond would realize something was off and would go find you.

You never stopped not even when the pain started to become unbearable. You knew you couldn't if they find you while you are giving birth, they would slay you and if they find you after, the cries of your little one will alarm them.

"Just a little more please, My Little Dragon." you said as you placed your hand on top of your belly, but of course, the little one living inside had other ideas, stubborn as their Father.

You had to stop, just for a moment, to take a breath and think.

Leaning against a tree, you stayed still and quiet, you didn't hear anyone. You saw in front of you that the woods nearly ended and now open land, which would allow your chasers to see you, so you really needed now Aemond to come and find you.

You were sure you lost the men behind you when the rain began. No noise came, hopefully, they left and thought the wolves would take care of you.

The rain was unforgiving, the thunder was loud, it hid your groans of pain.

"I need-" you needed a place, a house, a cave, something to prepare yourself. You ignored now for hours that your baby so desperately wanted to get out, you couldn't any longer.

You needed to take a deep breath and hoped your body would know what it needed to do.

You hoped your instincts would be able to take over and guide you through it all.

But of course, it wasn't that easy. And the rain only made things worse.

Then you spotted a small cave entrance. Just what you needed. A tiny little shelter. Just what you needed as the thunder kept rolling.

You let out many many long breaths and took deep ones in.

How were you going to do this was beyond you, but you knew you had to.

Somehow, because you really needed to push now.

"I'll be there holding your hand when you give birth. There is no need to worry Sweetheart."

"I'm terrified Aemond. I told you fear I'm not going to be a good mother." he leaned closer to you, pulling you into his arms.

"You will be the best. I know it from the way you take care of my sister's children. I promise, I will be there for you through it all." he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

You groaned out in pain, the rain never stopping as your struggles continued.

Why did you start to remember all his promises now? Promises he couldn't keep.

You took another breath and pushed.

"They are kicking." you announced as he entered your chambers.

He rushed over to you, placing his hand on your belly, waiting but nothing.

"You could try and talk to them. Maybe that will encourage the Little One." you said when you saw the sad expression on your husband's face.

Memories from your marriage filled your mind as it coped with the pain you were going through.

You never failed to push or to make sure you were going along nicely.

"You shouldn't go alone. You are ready to give birth at any moment now, My Love, you should stay home at all times."

"It is only a meeting with your sister, I will be fine."

"I shall go after you once my Uncle's meeting is over." the way he kissed you before you left, how breathless it left you could still feel on your lips.

After his important meeting, he went and found you with his sister, softly talking about children, he could hear you asked for advice from her about the babies.

"I don't want any of that. I wish to do as much as I can, no need for a maid to be there and care for my child. I am their mother, I want to care for them."

"If you want to do it all, there will be moments when it will be extremely difficult."

"I am aware. I wouldn't have want a child if I wasn't already aware of that. Aemond will be by my side to help."

"My brother will be a good father, without a doubt but men... after the third night of my twins crying without end... men can get impatient."

"Then he shouldn't have found himself between my legs if he doesn't want to deal with the consequences. Babies have two parents."

"I envy your determination and fire, Y/N." Aemond smirked, just how much did he love you, it was beyond words.

And this all leads to your final push.

Suddenly you were grateful you had so many questions towards the midwife when you and Aemond met her a couple of months ago.

You briefly knew what you needed to do. You needed to make sure the baby was breathing, and they wouldn't get cold.

So, you sacrificed some of your layers of dress to put around the little one.

As the baby cried, you were happy that they were breathing, wrapped safely in your arms in your clothes. As the rain stopped.

"Little Dragon, no need to yell. You are here, safe." you pulled them to your chest and finally let out a sigh. You were beyond exhausted, you were sure you'd faint if it wasn't for the fact that you knew you needed to protect your child.

You even forgot to check if you had a son or a daughter you were so occupied with your safety.

And as the sun began to set, you were ready for the night.

"I really wish your father could finally find us." you said as you looked down at your child, their big round blue eyes staring at you. "Hi. I'm your mother." as they put their hand out you let them grab your finger. You slightly covered their left eye, nodding. "Yup, you definitely look like Aemond." They yawned and you moved them a little closer to your chest. "We will be fine." you told more to yourself. As you moved the baby, you finally checked them over. They looked healthy.

A healthy little boy.

You knew you couldn't afford to dose off. You debated what you should do. Wait for someone to find you or slowly head back.

You really didn't feel like walking, your legs were a mess and if something or someone was to come after you, you were sure you couldn't run again.

"SWEETHEART." a yell came over the woods, you barely heard it, then the undeniable sound of a dragon.

A dragon you knew well.

Vhagar.

"MY LOVE." the voice was now a lot clearer. And louder.

"Aemond? HERE." of course, you yelling woke up your boy as you slowly stood up. Very slowly on extremely wobbly legs, you walked were the noise from a dragon could be heard. You saw Vhagar before you saw your husband.

"Aemond." you said as you fell to your knees. You heard people moving over to you.

"Y/N." you saw your husband walk to you as he too fell to his knees and took the bundle from you. You softly smiled.

"Congratulations. It's a boy." you said before fainting from exhaustion.

The next time you woke up you were in your own bed. You could see your son was placed right next to you, sleeping soundly on his belly as the candlelight illuminated him, you had a look.

He was beautiful, his silver hair already showing and you were jealous. You were jealous that this was your child you had to give birth to in the woods while also running from a group of very angry men. And he dared to look more like his father.

"My Love." you looked at the door and placed a finger on your lips, letting Aemond know to stay quiet.

"He's asleep."

"I see. I found who dared to do this... I found them all and I can confirm they have been dealt with. But you did such an amazing job. You ran, you hid and you even gave birth... My Love, you are amazing, and I'm truly thankful." he moved to sit next to your legs.

"I'm still very tired." you said as he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on your palm.

"Of course, I'll hand him to the maids and you can-"

"No!" you said so suddenly and a little too loudly, it stirred him up a little but he did settle when you placed a hand on his back. "You can't take him from me."

"Okay, he will stay." the instincts of a protective mother were like a dragon and Aemond wished not to fight with an angry dragon.

"You stay too." you grabbed his hand and he didn't move.

"I shall stay." he watched as you slowly lifted the baby and placed him on your chest, you moved to the other side of the bed slightly and waited for Aemond to join you.

When he removed his jacket you motioned for his undershirt.

"Take that off too." he gave you a look but did as he was told.

When he moved to lay on the bed you slowly moved your son to his chest. Aemond went stiff.

"You held him before right?"

"Yes, but..."

"Babes like skin to skin contact. To hear your heartbeat. He will sleep better if you hold him there." you said as you moved to the other side of his chest. Placing your head on his chest as you watched your son sleep soundly on the other side. "He's special. I can tell."

"Of course he is. He is our son after all. But you are much more special My Love, giving birth in those conditions to such a healthy and strong boy... on your own. You are much stronger than I thought you were." he said, his voice laced with just how proud he was. He had one arm around you while in the other he held his son.

“I did what every mother would, protected what’s precious. He looks like you, I went through all that and he looks like you.”

“Then he will behave like you.”

“So help the kingdoms.” this made Aemond chuckle but he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" you asked as you slowly were falling asleep.

"We will think of one when you wake. Sleep for now, My Love."

You didn't need to be told twice, knowing your baby was in secure hands, you quickly and comfortably fell asleep.

Aemond took a moment to fully look at his family.

When he arrived back only to find people dead and you gone, he was ready to burn the entire place down not only the castle. Every woman had been killed, and you were nowhere to be found, he thought of the worse. Then someone mentioned they saw you run into the woods with a group of very angry men following you. He jumped on Vhagar and headed after you, but it was hard to see due to the dense woods and the rain also didn't help. Aemond swore if anything happened to you or your child he would surely burn this place to the ground.

But then he found you, only in your underlayer while something was wrapped in your clothes, and he realized, you not only ran but you also gave birth.

As soon as you handed him the bundle, you fainted and he had to bring you back.

But now, everything had been dealt with, you were home, you were safe.

Aemond knew if anything happened to any of you, he would have gone mad.

Thankfully that never came to be.

He had you safely in his arms and his son in the other. He could finally breathe, although he knew his job as a father only began, he knew he would be able to do everything and more with you by his side.

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A/N: I am yet to watch the Series so this is not accurate to the plot, but Aemond inspired me to write, so here it is. Hope you all liked it!

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[floweryred]

In Last Life, Joel didn’t have any real allies.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, I suppose, becoming the Boggieman on his second session, losing four lives trying to get a kill, and managing to make an enemy out of everyone in the process. However, Scar was also the Boggieman, and he didn’t die once. Most people didn’t die trying to get a kill. Still, it’s hard not to feel a little bad for him. His start was promising, too. Partnered with Scar on magical mountain with five lives. However, three poor attempts at murder and one risky gamble with Tango put him as a red in his second session, guaranteeing that he was alone.

And then what became of him? When Joel didn’t have any allies, he really tried to keep himself entertained. He’s not very good at setting traps, but with nobody to stop him (or nobody to help him) he runs around for two whole sessions attempting to get a kill. And he sort of loses his mind? Getting more and more desperate to the point to screaming, giggling(?), And even saying at one point “going a bit mad, going a bit mental.” In a high pitched singsong voice.

And when he finally got one, Grian, and took him down to red life, Joel said “…now I have a friend”. And then he got another one, Cleo. The pure joy you can hear in his voice when he gets both of these is honestly adorable. But he is so desperate for blood. (And you could say that it’s because he was red, but I don’t think so. Because he’s been red other times, and he wasn’t this insane.) and he worked tirelessly, failing over and over again, until he found a friend. And then, like I’ve said, they were inseparable, dying screaming each others names.

Because when Joel was alone, without any allies, he immediately lost his mind. And he worked tirelessly to force an alliance through bloodshed.

In Double Life, Pearl didn’t have any real allies.

This sounds almost impossible. She was soul-bound to Scott, but they were not allied. It was simply decided that she was not wanted, and so she was cast away. She wasn’t even allies with Martyn, who was also cast away from his soulmate. Instead, she was forced in to a tower alone.

And then what became of her? Well, Pearl made her own ally, her own soulmate. A wolf, Tilly. And then Tilly dies and she gets another Tilly. She was alone, but she manages to make the best of her situation, finding a way to torture the soulmate who abandoned her with powdered snow. She makes a habit of stealing “as a joke”, which eventually gets her killed. (Side note, Joel actually killed them both times. Good for him ig).

She doesn’t face her soulmate until the fifth session, but it was more out of necessity and “safety in numbers” (Along with Cleo and Martyn). But their alliance is uneasy and very on-and-off. Still, Pearl does very well on her own, managing to keep herself sane with just her dogs. The only time she kills (aside from the end) anyone is when her true soulmate, Tilly, is killed in the final session and she gets revenge. And she takes on Martyn and Cleo with just her wolves as a final battle. And she still wins. And Pearl emerges from Double life victorious.

(I’m ignoring Scott’s self-sacrifice)

Because when Pearl was alone, she was entirely self-reliant and managed to get a victory.

In Secret Life, Scar and Lizzie didn’t have any real allies.

I’ve already posted about this, so I will keep it shorter. But Lizzie and Scar both had no allies.

Lizzie kicked Cleo out of her area at the very start. Cleo built a horrible oak platform over her cherry blossom one and Lizzie “evicted” her. And then she never managed to make another ally. She taunted Grian for not having friends (instead of offering to join him or something) and seemed relatively content alone until her task requires the whole server to cooperate and she couldn’t get anyone to listen to her. Nobody came to her party (which to be fair, was probably because they were already suspicious of her trying to get them to go to The End) and she was killed by Jimmy when trying to cheer herself up. She went around trying desperately to do her red tasks. And then she died first, alone in the void, attempting to kill Scott.

Because when Lizzie was alone, she did so poorly she broke Jimmy’s Canary Curse.

But Scar, well, Scar was evil. He usually is. He didn’t make any allies in Last Life either, and he was fine. But Scar was different because he at some point decided not to be evil. But he had to. The Secret Keeper forced him to. And he would tell himself “I’m going to make friends today” and then would instead need to be ‘disliked by a majority of people on the server’ or ‘do the opposite of whatever anyone tells you’. But he built a reputation as a general nuisance instead of a threat. And so in the finale, he managed to join up with multiple alliances and nobody stopped him, because he was seen as harmless. And he stuck with an alliance he was never a part of until it had fallen to pieces and he and Pearl were the only ones left in it. And he didn’t kill her, instead using her to take out Gem. And then they were the only ones left. And then he did kill her. Finishing his final task.

Because when Scar was alone, he managed to scam and villain his way in to victory.

Well?

Maybe you’ve noticed something. Two people, Lizzie and Joel, did very poorly. And they sort of went crazy. While SL Scar and Pearl both won, despite their lack of friendships and alliances.

And the difference between the two groups, is that the people who did poorly…? Honestly I’m not sure. I think it may just be that the people who went crazy tried to go on a murderous rampage/ just were generally unpleasant and were seen as threats because of it. But then, SL Scar was the same way? Maybe it’s just because he’d built a reputation, but Joel and Lizzie had both only played one season before their nonsense. Or maybe it’s just because some people aren’t meant to be that alone.

Maybe we’ll never know.

*(I specified SL Scar because Last Life Scar also had no allies but I didn’t want to write about him twice. And SL Scar balanced out my 2/2 thing)

#traffic life #joel smallishbeans #lizzie ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #smallishbeans #last life #double life #secret life #this is not coherent I’m so sorry #and I overlooked a lot for my narrative #this is not canon compliant this is me telling a story #and I’m ignoring Scott bc I’m mad at him and his dumbass self sacrifice shtick #(but it’s not an attack on the real Scott just the character he plays) #anyway it’s 11pm so this is insane but I always make good on my word (she is not being honest)

[triviallytrue]

Korean War just seems so…unmythologizable? like obviously people do. Pro-American liberals and capitalists see it as the defense of an anticommunist free republic, mls see it as the defence of a proletariat state against the encroachment of empire. but really it was just senseless bloodshed. sad, broken hopes of democracy; soldiers fed on the dream of unbridled freedom after a horrendous occupation used as nothing more than cannon fodder by heroes turned rivalling petty despots. i dunno, i’m sorry for drunk ask-ing in ur in box. but like. history sucks. not the academic study. just the knowledge that all these people just like me. and i think my life so big so beautiful. but their lives were too. and they ended, unimportant, unmythologizable. in the cold uncaring mud. and for what? for dfucking what???

Yeah, I think the mythologizing on both sides hits a wall when you dig deeper into the historical realities of the time, which has left me in the somewhat unenviable position of disagreeing with what feels like basically everyone on this

The pro-American liberal idea of the Korean War as a just war in defense of a sovereign nation falls apart pretty easily - the split between North and South Korea was recent and done by imperial powers (the US and USSR) as a means of demarcating their respective zones of control, not a true split in any sense. The US went out of its way to sabotage any attempt at reconciliation in the years following the split, and the guy they put in charge arguably had a lot less popular legitimacy than his communist counterpart (and embarked on a campaign of right wing political violence to shore up his incredibly weak position)

So if you squint and ignore the context, you can say that the US was defending a sovereign nation, but it's one they created with no popular legitimacy at all, with a leader that brutalized his people. And none of it was necessary! The thing about the overwhelming power of the United States and its massive fucking military is that the whole "we need a right wing dictator to shore up this country against communism" routine is so transparently because the US wanted to support right wing dictators, not because it was in any sense necessary to ensure that the country wasn't communist. If anything, doing the whole sham democracy thing where you force everyone to vote for the asshole you put in charge massively benefits the communists! No wonder there was a massive insurgency going on

This is without even getting into the horrifying details of how exactly the war was prosecuted

And then there's the ML narrative, which correctly identifies the mass of popular support behind Kim Il-sung due to his time fighting against the Japanese occupation and conveniently elides historical details like "which side actually invaded the other, starting the full blown war" and other such unimportant details, like the subsequent structure of the North Korean government making it virtually impossible for anything resembling democratic influence on the political process to occur

If there's something to be said for Syngman Rhee, it's that his grandson is not currently ruling SK. He was deposed in 1960, and then after decades of political turmoil and various deeply shitty leaders (again, much of which probably could've been avoided if the US hadn't insisted on Rhee as their man in the 1940s) SK eventually became a place where you could vote and were a lot less likely to be the victim of political violence.

As for Democratic People's Republic of Korea, well. If your take on the Korean War is "I wish that instead of just the people of North Korea, everyone in Korea would have to live under the current North Korean government" I don't really know what to say about that. North Korea is repressive and isolated in the extreme - if you think that is the result of "people's committees" and the North Korean population's natural devotion to the Kim family spanning three generations now, you are at best a mark.

So yeah, it's a tragedy - the Japanese occupation of Korea was fucking horrifying, then the US and USSR arrived to artificially split the country with no serious attempt at reunification while putting two real bastards in charge, and then it escalated into a shooting war where millions of people died just for the 38th parallel to still be the dividing line.

So who benefited? Everyone but the Koreans, I suppose. The US gained a client state, managed to use the UN to do whatever it wanted, and demonstrated its commitment to suppressing communism via military force. The USSR gained a client state and saw the US spend a bunch of its military capacity on a war that cost the USSR very little and wasn't even won by the US. China got a buffer zone between it and the US empire and solidified their victory over the KMT, albeit at tremendous cost.

Hopefully someday the Korean War will end.

[whirlwindimagines]

‘Take me to church’

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader

A/n:I’m dumb and deleted your request instead of saving it 😭 So I thought the next best thing was to post it like this, apologies! I’m glad you enjoyed your first request enough to ask for a second one! 💙 title has no importance it just happened to be the song I was listening to while writing.

So this is a request for! @sweetchildcloud​ they wanted the reader, to be shot and injured, with some angst but the reader lives!

You glanced at all the storefronts as you walked beside Wolfwood, the town was decently sized and able to hold a little market place it was nice. The group had split up, looking for somewhere to stay the night and you had gone off with Wolfwood. 

You slowed your pace, checking out the items for sale. Wolfwood grumbled each time you did so, but he never left your side. You rolled your eyes with a huff; he was such a softy when he wanted to be. 

There was a commotion off to the side, turning to look you were shoved back out of the way of someone running by. You let out a startled yelp, losing your footing. Wolfwood managed to catch you and help you to your feet. You could hear someone yelling to ‘stop that thief’

With a huff, you turned to run after them until Wolfwood grabbed you by the shoulder stopping you. “What do you think you're doing?” You raised a brow pointing in the direction where the guy ran off, “oh come on, getting a thief will be easy let’s go.” 

“It’s not our problem,” Wolfwood said, dropping his hand from your shoulder, you frowned, shaking your head. “We’ll I’m making it my problem.” You ignored him when Nicholas called out your name as you followed the thief. You were sure you could handle this quickly, without his help. 

Racing through the stalls, and avoiding colliding with other people you catch sight of the thief again. Following him, you watch as the thief ducks into an alleyway so you do the same and corner him. 

The both of you have a small standoff in the alleyway, you put your hands up not trying to scare them and trying to de-escalate the situation. “Look just drop whatever you took, let’s make this easy.”  Your gun was heavy on your hip, but you did not want to use it if bloodshed could be avoided.

The thief seems to hesitate, it happens in an instant and you don’t move fast enough to counter. The thief lunges, grabbing you by the collar of your jacket and slamming you in the alleyway wall. You grab his wrist your other hand going for your gun, you unholster it only for the thief to grab at it and try to wrestle it from your hands.

The gunshot is quick and sudden, and the pain in your stomach registers before your brain can understand what happened. The man backs off shock on his face as you quickly place your hand over the wound and slide down the alley wall trying desperately not to panic.

“You should have just minded your own business.” You glare up at the man, kicking out and getting him the shin, it forces him to a knee. You kick out again, but the thief grabs your ankle and pulls you forward your back hitting the dirt. Pain shoots through your stomach, you try to move up onto your elbows the man presses his boot to your chest not giving you the chance.

“Sorry.” A gunshot, the sound of a gun dropping to the dirt, and a scream of pain may be your own you have no idea. All you know is you are alone now.

Wolfwood is getting impatient, he didn’t think you would take this long, he sighs maybe he should have gone with you? He’s knocked into from behind, he snaps out an annoyed “Watch it!” Looking at the retreating figure, wasn’t that?

Hands grip the back of his suit jacket, “Nicholas” his name, your voice, Wolfwood visibly relaxes letting out a huff as he turns to look at you, ready to give you a piece of his mind. You drop your hands swaying in front of him, you tilt forward, and you’re falling. Startled Wolfwood catches you in his chest his arms grabbing your elbows to keep you upright. 

“What the hell is the matter with you kid?” You lean your head forward until it’s resting on his chest, you can hear his strong heartbeat it puts you at ease. “Sorry, you were right.” Your words are slurred, your legs give out and you drop like a sack of rocks. 

Wolfwood drops to his knees with you, frantically calling your name. His hand skims your side, and he freezes. The smell of iron hits him hard, hand pulling away covered in blood. He swears loudly, as he presses his hands to your wounds. 

“Hey stay with me!” You whine, shutting your eyes tightly, you don't remember when you started crying but the tears come in full force. “It hurts.” You sob, the words sounding forced and it's becoming painful to talk. Wolfwood is just grateful you are talking, that you are still awake. He scoops you into his arms, you cry out at the quick movement. 

Wolfwood tried to be gentle as he cradled you to his chest, not wasting time he took off into a sprint. The town was one of decent size, they would have some type of hospital. Wolfwoods search was desperate, but he finally burst through the hospital doors. Demanding you been seen right away; he panics when he's not allowed back with you.

All Wolfwood can do is wait with your blood on his hands and a racing heart. He doesn’t know how Vash and the others find him, but he's secretly glad they did. Everyone sat in silence, Wolfwood probably went through an entire pack of cigarettes, and Vash tried to deter him from smoking in a hospital but he didn’t give a damn. 

It felt like hours passed before everyone was allowed to see you. Wolfwoods heart ached to see you laying in the hospital bed, he was grateful the others were giving him some space. He joined your side, grabbing your hand in his. “You’re here.” He jumped at your quiet voice, as you looked up at him with a small smile. 

“You’re an idiot.” You grinned as Wolfwoods grip tightened on your hand, “But I'm your idiot.” you replied, leaning back into the pillows and closing your eyes content to be here with him. You heard him laugh, and felt him place a hand on your head smoothing down your hair, “Yeah I guess you are.”

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[yukidragon]

What if Prince Joseph got tired of being treated badly and decided to be the ruler if the kingdom by any means necessary. As revenge on how badly his family treated him and succeeded, way before they tried to assassinate him. How would the story go from there?

Hmm... that would be an interesting twist on the tale. Rather than waiting until he becomes the all powerful dragon Jack to take back the throne, Joseph instead takes the initiative while he was still human. It might stop Joseph from being cursed into a dragon in the first place, or maybe destiny will force its hand to ensure that he meets with a draconic fate regardless...

As things currently stand in the timeline I set up, Joseph lived in an era long before the other love interests and MC were born. Either something still happens that allows him to encounter them later, possibly even reincarnation, or maybe, just maybe I can take this chance to flip the script a little.

But let's first focus on the tale of the unwanted prince who came to rule a kingdom.

From Prince to King

Joseph did his best to earn his family's love, but their cruelty towards him was too much for him to ignore. It left scars on his heart and twisted it. It wasn't just cruelty towards him either, as the family were tyrannical rulers to their subjects. In order to escape the abuse at the hands of his family and the cutthroat court politics, he took advantage of them wanting him to "live like a dead rat" and snuck out of the castle often while growing up.

Once leaving the castle, Joseph got to see what it was like for the rest of the kingdom, the suffering the people endued. His world expanded as he met more people and learned of new experiences, other ways to live, and learned more about all the injustices that his family were responsible creating. He knew that it wasn't going to get better with the future heir, or even the next in line after them.

Nothing would change... unless Joseph forced it to change.

Joseph, like many nobles, had learned how to sword fight, and he was good at it. His skill in battle was one of the many ways he tried to seek the approval of his family. He put those skills to use when he secretly gathered an army of rebels and launched a coup.

It wasn't an easy decision for Joseph to make, turning his sword and the hatred of the people on his family. Unfortunately a strong love can be twisted into hatred that is just as strong, especially when all the love he gave them was only met with cruelty and scorn in return. All of the suffering he and the citizens faced were returned tenfold.

Joseph was a hero to the people who freed them from tyranny, while still being of royal blood, and thus being worthy of the divine right to rule. Regardless of whether he ever felt worthy of the crown, he had no choice but to wear it, or risk seeing the entire country fall into anarchy. Without a ruler to guide them, the various factions would splinter and squabble with one another to fill the power vacuum left behind leading to more and more bloodshed.

Being king wasn't easy for Joseph, especially at such a young age. He was still a teen at the time, but things had escalated far faster than he ever expected. It was a miracle that things didn't go worse than they did, really.

Joseph's education never focused on preparing him to rule. If anything, such an idea was actively discouraged at every turn. Still, he had a good overall education, and he learned so much from his time with the people. If anything, learning firsthand about the needs of the kingdom was a far better teacher than any tutor had ever been.

Of course... learning by doing means learning from mistakes, and Joseph is a man who has made many mistakes in his life...

So now that Joseph is king with his family deposed, in a way he feels more lonely than ever. He made comrades, but there's a distance between them now as he has to rule. He now lives with the memory of the people he killed during the coup, including members of his family. He had to order and watch the executions of those who survived the coup, but were still too dangerous to live.

Joseph has so much blood on his hands, but it was worth it... right? The people of the kingdom are happier now, right? He'll do better than his family did. He must do better.

Right?

Joseph is a hero to the people, but he's also under so much scrutiny. His power is balanced on the edge of a sword. As long as he can prove himself to be better than the rest of his now dead family, he can redeem his family name and lead the kingdom into a better future. As long as he makes the people happy, he will be loved, even if only at a distance as their king.

After everything Joseph went through, after all he sacrificed and the guilt that weighs on him for all the lives he took, he is more desperate than ever to keep the love and admiration he achieved. It's the only love he's ever really known.

Now... we could stick with the timeline as is from the original post, with MC and the others being born much later and something unfortunate happens to Joseph to encounter them later on, orrrrrrr... perhaps the universe will give the rest of the cast some different roles to fill.

It seems a shame that a dragon AU is without a dragon, so how about we flip the script? MC gets to be the dragon in this telling of the tale. However, unlike Jack, they were born a dragon rather than cursed to become one.

So let's turn back the clock a bit to mingle together a familiar set up with a few new twists, shall we?

A Lonely Dragon

Now, since MC has a vague background by design in order for us to fill in the details, I'll start off with just the broadest of strokes before I get a bit more specific with my version of the MC, Alice.

As was touched on in the previous post, dragons are beings made of magic. They also tend to be solitary creatures, beings so powerful that they can affect the land around them. This can lead to quite a lonely life, which is often filled by creating a horde of treasure. It doesn't necessarily have to be a horde of gold. A dragon can collect anything it wants. Who is going to stop them?

Dragons, of course, come in all sorts of shape, sizes, colors, and powers. This leaves so many possibilities for the MC, but in general, they're a creature to be feared, and many choose to leave them alone.

Humans also often want to slay these powerful beasts, especially if they are a threat... or simply perceived as a threat.

When MC was young, they came across a human that was just as much of a child as they were. Young Ian, the child of a noble, was in awe of the young dragon. An unlikely friendship developed between them, and strong feelings of loyalty, even love grew...

But sadly the happiness of youth can't last forever. Things fell apart when MC and Ian were adults. Sure, Ian could have cheated, but even if he didn't, he betrayed them in a way that they may never forgive.

A dragon, when young, is much more vulnerable than an adult. It can lead them to making foolish decisions, giving their weakness to someone they trust with all their heart, leaving themselves vulnerable... and if the person they trusted was swayed by others, it can lead to disaster.

Ian was always weak to his mother. It's just as much a fact in this universe as it is in the game. Dragons have a beastly reputation, fierce and terrible. They're the monsters to be slain in many a tale.

But MC is different! Ian tells himself. He tells his mom this too. He tells everyone in the mob that quickly forms to slay the dragon before it can raze their land to cinders and gobble them all up for its supper.

Maybe MC trusted Ian with a special tool or magical item to protect himself. Maybe they even went so far as to trust Ian with a piece of themselves, something that made them vulnerable, like a magical item crafted from their own magic, scales, whatever. Maybe they forced Ian to tell them a secret weakness. Maybe they were just caught off guard, having never expected the invasion.

Maybe they didn't want to hurt anyone...

In any case, MC was ill prepared for the band of stalwart adventurers to raid their lair and come for their head. The battle was gruesome, forcing them to flee, but outside of the cave an angry mob was waiting to strike the dragon at its weakest.

Ian had tried to reach MC, to warn them. Perhaps his warning was the only reason why they survived the attack from the band of adventurers in the first place.

Regardless, his betrayal cut MC deep, as did the many wounds from the battle, and they were forced to abandon the home they made for themselves. They lost whatever friendships and bonds they forged, betrayed by the one they loved and trusted most.

Embittered by the experience, MC left to find a new place to call home.

Ian wasn't the only friend MC had made in their old home. Shaun had one day stumbled across the dragon's den and was excited to meet a dragon in the flesh. Shaun was a scholar, wanting to wander the world and study its wonders, and meeting an actual dragon was like a dream come true. MC, having grown up with the friendship of Ian, became fast friends with Shaun.

Maybe Shaun helped MC escape from the mob that fateful night. Maybe he managed to at least misdirect them. Maybe he arrived only in the aftermath, learning only afterwards of Ian's betrayal. I lean towards Shaun managing to help in some way.

The new lair MC finds is so much emptier than their old home. They lost everything. Embittered and in hiding, they have lost much of their trust. Although Ian tried to redeem his betrayal, it still cut so deep. It makes them question their friendships will all humans, and they keep their distance from even Shaun for a while.

Of course, being a giant dragon is conspicuous. Fortunately, since dragons are beings made of magic, they can learn magical spells. A spell that can transform them into a human temporarily will allow them to blend in the nearby town to get supplies, and slip away to build a new home far from anyone who might hurt them again.

The merchant MC most often has to haggle with is Barry, who works in the adventurer's guild buying and selling from adventurers. It's obnoxious how the man seems to wrangle them into doing fetch quests for him. Still, with almost nothing to their name, and not wanting to face another mob by doing anything conspicuous, they play along, grudgingly. Still, fetching a bunch of goblin ears is less annoying than singing some embarrassing song for a few coins.

Nick is a bard in the town. He came across MC during one of their stints having to do one of these embarrassing singing requests at the guild's tavern. Being seen by anyone during these times was mortifying. How far the mighty dragon had fallen... but they found Nick to be a bit awkward as well during their interactions. It was almost... charming? Well, maybe a little comforting that they weren't the only one facing embarrassment. Maybe

Still, being around humans is hard for MC after what they've been through. They're constantly on edge, especially during the few times they visit any human settlements. They need to make sure they pass as human and not let anything slip of their true nature. They can never trust anyone like they did Ian ever again. They can never allow anyone to hurt them like Ian did ever again...

A Fateful Encounter

Joseph is an active ruler to his kingdom, constantly going out of the castle to ensure that things in the aftermath of the coup settle peacefully. He's constantly coming across people, having to meet and memorize countless faces. There are so many problems to resolve, tasks to delegate, and changes to be made from the regime that made everything so hard. It's exhausting work, and it seems never ending...

During a stressful period during his rule, one of Joseph's advisors suggest that he remind the people of the glory he showed them on the battlefield. Maybe defeating another threat to the country will quell any unrest before it could potentially bubble up into another coup...

Frankly, Joseph would rather avoid that. He already has so much blood on his hands, so much guilt. The sins he committed haunt his nightmares, making it even harder for him to find rest.

But Joseph can't rest, not really. He can't lose the fragile love of the people, the legacy he's carved for himself. He can't be forgotten again...

Sometimes Joseph left the palace in disguise, much like he did when he was younger. On that day, he used the alias of Jack and a little magic to look differently, turning his hair a pretty shade of blue while covering up the magical tattoos on his body. He used different disguises and aliases over the years. It helped him get a clearer picture of what the people actually thought of him and the country for himself.

It was a chance encounter. A dragon and a king both in disguise in a little shop of old things, antiques and curios.

The dragon had gone there to see if they could find anything interesting, something to add to their particular type of hoard perhaps. All dragons have the desire to hoard, and they lost theirs when they fled their old home. Slowly, they were building it back up, but it would take time, as they lost a collection that they had been building since they were a child, many sentimental pieces as well.

Sure, the dragon could probably steal stuff for their hoard, turn into their big powerful form and threaten anyone to take what they wanted, but they weren't that sort of person really. Plus, after their near encounter with death, they weren't too keen to get into another battle anytime soon. Though some MCs might be gearing up for a battle of revenge should they be o the mind to do so, while others could be much too much of a pacifist to consider it.

Regardless, while the dragon was thinking heavy thoughts about their future, they accidentally bumped into a stack of children's toys. A colorful box fell into another person who had been talking with the shopkeeper, and burst open, revealing a jester on a spring with a bright and shiny smile that startled them both.

Jack reacted quickly when something fell on him, as he was used to combat. Fortunately he refrained from doing anything more besides catching the box that hit him, though he did flinch when it burst open and revealed the jester inside. He chuckled a little and cautioned the person who knocked it over to be careful. He even added a silly little joke to ease the tension.

Despite his charms, MC was on edge against strange new humans, suspicious of anyone who approached them. They cautiously were cordial, giving their name when asked after Jack introduced himself, but they tried to end the counter quickly.

There was something compelling about this person, though Jack couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. There was something different about them. Maybe it had to do with all his years of training to fight giving him a sensitivity to people and things that were powerful or unusual, maybe he had become sensitive to mana due to training with magic in combat mighty enough to conquer a kingdom. Whatever the case, Jack couldn't help but be drawn to MC, wanting to learn more about them.

Though MC attempted to leave quickly without raising suspicion, Jack kept talking. He was strange - sort of charming but annoying by how he kept wanting to keep the conversation going. His silly jokes got groans, but his sincere concern about how they seemed to be having a bad day touched them, which left them with mixed feelings overall.

The encounter was only interrupted when MC spotted something among the various knickknacks of the shop - it was an item they recognized, a treasured item from their hoard, maybe even the most treasured possession they owned. Maybe it was simply a replica, or maybe one of the adventurers that raided their lair sold it to the shop. Regardless of what it was, MC had to have it.

It was just a shame that the price was outrageously expensive.

MC felt their frustration grow from the injustice of it all, compounded by the awkward situation. Why should they have to pretend to be something they're not? Why should they hide like this? Why should they hold back just because a bunch of humans decided they and all their kind deserved to die for no reason other than the fact that they were born? It just wasn't fair, and no one seemed to care at all.

Jack saw the mixture of emotion pass over MC's face, and it reminded him of those days where he felt similarly helpless and wanting. Caught on an impulse, he purchased the item MC wanted desperately and gave it to them, thanking them for keeping him entertained that afternoon with their company.

MC was caught off guard, expecting a trick. What was the catch? They can't just accept this for free. Nothing this good is ever free.

While it had been just an impulsive kind gesture, Jack was never one to pass up an opportunity. He wanted to know more about MC and what it was about them that drew him to them so much, so he decided to make it into a little game.

Well, to Jack it was a game, but MC didn't have to know about that just yet. He had other places that he wanted to visit that day, things he wanted to check. He claimed to be a swordsman with tasks to complete, and if MC helped him, he would gladly give them the item they wanted so desperately.

The tasks seemed simple enough. Though wary, MC agreed.

What followed was a day around the city. While Jack claimed that he had important places to be, it always seemed to involve stopping by to help someone out, usually some sort of coincidence that clearly couldn't have been intentional. Jack brushed aside such concerns by claiming that, well, since they're there, they might as well do a good deed or two for those who need it, right?

The day out with Jack forced MC to spend time with them and the humans that they were so wary of. It was an uncomfortable reminder to MC of the kinder side of humanity. It reminded them of the friendships they made, particularly with Ian and Shaun, even if the former ended badly. It was painful, but Jack noticed whenever they were down and always tried to cheer them up.

It was actually kind of nice being cared for like this, even if it was only because of the deal they made. Even if Jack had no idea what MC truly was. Even if MC was scared to trust humans again.

It was when the sun was starting to set that Jack sadly knew that their little game had come to its end, though he felt reluctant to go. He had grown fond of MC in their short time together, and there was still something about them that was nagging at him, something that told him not to let them go so easily. But even as they got used to his presence, they were still clearly uncomfortable around people.

This was what led to their final stop leading them outside of town. Jack had heard mention of some sort of animal being spotted at night off in the woods. He wanted to check it out before heading back to the castle, but he couldn't force MC to go someplace potentially dangerous.

It was a shame to part ways, but Jack ran out of excuses to keep MC around that didn't involve keeping the item they were so desperate to have. He could at least try to get a promise that they would meet again, though he couldn't be sure if MC agreed sincerely or if they just agreed for the sake of getting the treasure that he promised them.

Jack did consider ways to ensure that they would meet again despite their reluctance, when MC suddenly bristled, instantly on edge. He realized only a moment later what they had sensed - some sort of monster charging towards them.

MC, having the sharp senses of a dragon could detect the tainted magic of a monster instantly. They were then left with a problem. Do they fight and risk revealing their real identity, or do they run and leave Jack at the mercy of whatever beast was coming at them?

Jack, not knowing the internal debate, immediately moved to defend MC, drawing his sword, which they had not even realized he was carrying due to him hiding it.

When the monster revealed itself, it was something MC had encountered before, something they knew how to defeat with their abilities, but humans... well they tended to have trouble with this type of monster. This monster also enjoyed doing awful things to humans while in the process of eating them... delivering a terrible fate that no being should endure.

And here's this foolish, goofy, smiling fool of a human thinking that he can kill it with a sword when only magic could?

MC could abandon Jack of course, but even if their heart was harder than others, the afternoon with him reminded them of the good side of humanity. Then of course there's the MCs who wouldn't hesitate to save someone when they knew they could change their terrible fate, even if it meant exposing their secret.

Needless to say, Jack was not expecting to be saved by a dragon. MC, knowing how to handle this type of monster, dispatched it quickly, and consumed it along with its magic, making themselves more powerful in the process.

Of course, MC didn't expect to be thanked. They expected Jack to point the sword at them next, declaring them to be the monster like so many had in the past.

What MC didn't expect was Jack to ask if they were okay after that.

Jack, by this point, had learned how to act, hiding much of his feelings and intentions behind whatever emotion he needed to wear at the time. It was essential as a king in order to deal with various people. Though the appearance of a dragon was unexpected and alarming, at the same time MC was surprisingly beautiful.

Oh, sure they were beautiful in their human form, but in the sparkling hues of the setting sun, they practically glowed even brighter than the sun ever could. MC had been charming during their encounter, ferocious and powerful when defeating the monster, and now... vulnerable. It was that same sort of wary vulnerability that he saw before when they first met.

Jack talked to MC the same way he did when they were in human form, and it was surprising to them. Everyone who had seen them in their true form for the first time always had a big shocked reaction, whether that was excitement or fear. Jack was so calm, and surprisingly warm.

It felt... nice, confusing, scary, and all sorts of emotions for MC.

Of course, such a big battle drew attention of other people. The sound of approaching humans coupled with these emotions were too much for MC, and the reveal left them too vulnerable, so they fled despite Jack calling after them to come back.

What a shame that MC left behind not only the important treasure Jack promised to give them, but a few other of their important items as well. Luckily their new friend Jack would keep them safe until the two of them could meet again.

And they certainly would meet again. Jack would make sure of it.

What is a Dragon to a King?

Well now, Joseph had a conundrum on his hands. A dragon, a mythical beast of great ferocity and power was masquerading around in his kingdom as a human. A "good" ruler would be expected to order knights and adventurers to slay the "wicked" monster before it could lay waste to the kingdom and consumed any of the innocent people.

Yet, MC was nothing like those tales. Really, were there any stories of dragons pretending to be human? They were powerful creatures, the the most powerful some might say, with bodies made of magic that could be harvested for incredible potions and magical tools. Their bodies alone were worth a fortune, to say nothing of the treasure they guarded. For as dangerous as they were, they offered riches beyond compare.

Funny... how a rich and powerful dragon fumbled around in a shop and lamented the price of a single trinket. The rest of their behavior that day defied all the tales as well. MC was just like any normal human, distrustful and wary, but noble. They revealed their true nature to save Jack, a mere human that should have been nothing more than cattle to slaughter to such a creature. Dragons were widely known for arrogance and greed, for regarding humans as beneath them.

Joseph had to admit that MC had interested him even before their true nature was revealed, and after it was, he saw the beauty in their inhuman form. There was nobility in MC as well, shown in that single act of bravery and kindness, as well as all the other little moments throughout the day. Though Jack may have dragged them around reluctantly, in the end MC did help him assist others. They had rather fun day together in fact.

Aside from his feelings, Joseph has a duty to his kingdom. He has to keep his subjects safe from potential dangers.

Does MC count as one of those subjects then?

If people learned of a dragon nearby, let alone secretly infiltrating the capital city, there would be riots. This is especially a dangerous thing in a country that only recently stabilized from a drastic shift in power and civil unrest. The monster that had suddenly appeared to attack Joseph and MC had been alarming enough. Adventurers were scouring the nearby woods for any others.

What if one of those parties found the dragon? The fear rumbling through the land would erupt into a full blown panic, and MC would be facing an angry mob out for blood.

Joseph didn't want to think of what would happen then to MC and the rest of his people. He had to protect them, all of them.

Even if that meant doing things that could be cruel to some... but he was used to it. Joseph's hands were already irrevocably stained with sin after all.

Joseph worked with the mages and his most trusted advisors to come up with a cunning plan. A stealth party tracked down MC's lair and a trap was laid.

MC would have fled the area if they could, but with the increased patrols due to the monster attack, they couldn't go far. They were afraid of going out in their human form for fear that Jack spread news far and wide about their true identity. They had hoped to lay low and wait until things calmed down before slipping out of the country.

It was a shame that they had to leave behind another home, but MC didn't have any other choice.

Well, at least they would have if they didn't get an unexpected visitor.

Jack showed up unexpectedly to MC's lair, much to their shock. He approached while speaking in soothing tones, saying that he had looked for them all over and that he had been so worried about them. He didn't mean any harm. He wanted to thank them for saving him, and he owed them something. He presented the treasure he promised them, a peace offering.

MC was hesitant, wary, but also painfully lonely. Despite knowing their real identity, Jack was so gentle and kind. It made them waver.

Jack offered to be MC's friend, to give them a place to stay, to belong. He could keep their secret and make sure no one hurt them. They just had to trust him.

Here would be a decision for MC to make - take a risk and trust Jack, or reject him outright. If they agree, even hesitantly, they could even lie just to trick him and flee into the night.

Well... if Jack would let them get away from him that is.

The events of that night are a blur. Whatever happened, the trap Jack laid... it wound up with MC waking up in the palace, forgetting the night before entirely. There, they were bound by enchanted chains, and informed that they belonged to the king now. So long as the dragon obeyed the king for the good of the country and its citizens, it would be allowed to live.

Surrounded by so many wary eyes, seeing MC as a beast, chained up in their true form... it was a nightmare.

This, unfortunately, was for optics and the fearful human citizens. The people were scared of a giant dragon. Only this show of absolute obedience would prevent an angry mob from trying to slay MC. MC, understandably, was enraged at the assertion that they were now the pet of the king, but their own magic was turned against them to force their obedience.

Joseph hadn't wanted to use such forceful methods. He hoped that over time he could calm MC's anger, and those of the people. He wanted to quell all the hurt and fear, and maybe help both sides see that a dragon living in the kingdom among humans could be the best thing to happen to both.

His methods might be cruel and manipulative, but it was all for the sake of everyone's happiness and the safety and peace of the kingdom that Joseph was tasked to maintain.

Of course, Joseph knew that MC hated the king for capturing them and putting them in this position, so he used his alter ego as Jack to try and grow closer to them as a person. He carefully avoided directly lying, but left important details out. MC was suspicious when Jack showed up of course, even if they didn't remember the trap, even when he still acted so kind and gentle.

Jack explained the reason the king ordered MC's capture... how once the people learned of a dragon they wouldn't rest until its death. The kingdom that tried to kill MC before were still trying to find them. There was a bounty on their head. Being the king's "pet" was the only way to protect MC from the scared humans. If the king had control over the terrifying dragon, then it would lessen their fear. It would allow them time to see MC isn't a scary monster, but a friend they just hadn't met yet.

In essence, Jack was trying to soften MC's opinion of the king and sound them out while explaining his reasoning. MC was still, understandably, very pissed that their freedom was taken away from them.

So what was Jack's role in things, MC accused, suspecting betrayal once again. He was careful not to lie, claiming that he came upon hearing MC's capture. (Technically true, since he came after they secured MC after the trap was sprung.) He knew they weren't a danger since they saved him from the monster, and, well... after the day they spent together, he felt like they became friends.

Jack claims that he talked with officials and mages and vouched for MC's character (true) and he was willing to take the chance to prove MC was a good person regardless of whether they were human or not, so he offered to be MC's guardian. (Also true, considering king's pet and all.) He would watch out for them and give them a chance to prove themselves to everyone just how good a person they were and that the humans had nothing to fear.

MC isn't really given much of a choice.

From here it's up to Jack to try and befriend MC despite the circumstances. Strangely enough (at least to MC), they never meet King Joseph face to face, and the orders they're given are surprisingly mild. In fact, they're given a surprising amount of freedom... provided Jack is the one in control of the magical restraints.

Really, there could be a way for MC not to have magical restraints if they make a pact with Jack outright that binds them together to ensure they won't be a danger. It's probably better than being in chains and it would allow them more freedom, which Jack very much wants... though it would also make sure they can't run away from him, which he also very much wants.

Jack does his best to give MC as much freedom as he can, while being aware of how it appears to others. He needs everyone to believe he has MC totally under control if he's to keep them safe. He also wants to make sure MC is happy and make up for his deception and keeping them on a leash.

How the other love interests come in would be due to word spreading quickly of the king's pet dragon. Shaun and Ian would instantly hear the word "dragon" and rush over, wondering if it's MC. They would then try to come up with their own plans to escape with MC, or at least communicate with them. Ian wants to so badly make amends for betraying them so long ago, and Shaun wants to help his friend who doesn't deserve to be in chains!

Nick comes back into the story by somehow managing to make the connection between MC the human he encountered a few times and crushed on, and the dragon the king took as a pet. With his connections to nobility, he arranges meetings with MC whenever he can. How their relationship develops from there is a question for another day, same with how Jack might find Nick's presence a help or a threat.

Here in lies all the different potential routes MC's story could take. Do they trust Jack, King Joseph, and the rest of the kingdom? Will Nick win their heart? Will Ian redeem himself? Will Shaun free them and run away with them?

Naturally, the love interests do see the beauty in the "beast" and are fond of MC no matter the form they take. This leads to potential romance routes as well.

A Dragon Named Alice

Of course, you know me and my love of my OTP. Jack and Alice are endgame. Well, Alice and Joseph in this case. With the general gist of the MC's story out of the way, let's play with how Alice would shape some of the details just by being herself.

The type of dragon Alice is would be a furry dragon, soft and deceptively cuddly. I am forever a Lunar Silver Star/Eternal Blue fan, so I imagine she would look a lot like Nall in his dragon forms, both baby and adult, only totally white. Well... maybe a bit softer in shape and details like Ruby is, but still all white. She would still be albino in this world, with the same light blue eyes. For a dragon she's small, but even when compared to a human she's fairly large.

Alice would be a bit chubbier than Nall here, maybe a touch more cat or bunny-like in shape, but also even cuddlier than he looks.

Alice still comes from a large family in this universe. Dragons are powerful beings, affecting the natural magic in the land and ley lines around them, so it's best if they live spread apart. Too much magic in an area could warp and change it in unexpected ways and turn the land strange. Like, say, the cursed dark woods from the dragon Jack AU? ;3

So dragons tend to live alone or in very small groups of 2 or 3. The exception being temporary gatherings, such as special events or while raising their children.

Even as a dragon, Alice is the oldest child. Sadly, as oldest, she was expected to leave the nest first. She went off on her own at a young age because she had made a friend during her adventures in her childhood.

Alice came across Ian one day while flying around on her own, just having fun zipping around in the sky. She spotted him despite his attempts to hide in some foliage. He had been bullied by some kids. She heard him cry and felt bad for him. Innocently she went to cheer him up, despite her parents' warnings to be wary of humans. Ian just looked so small, pitiful, and harmless. He was so wounded and her heart went out to him.

Ian was amazed to meet a young dragon, though Alice looked quite a bit like a flying cat. (I make no apologies for my love of the Lunar dragon aesthetic and how it influences me to this day.) It was a wonderous first meeting, and from there they became fast friends, meeting in secret when Alice could travel to meet him. When she was finally old enough to live on her own, she went to create a lair near where Ian lived so that they could see each other all the time.

It's such a shame that Ian let the secret slip. Alice is a gentle soul, even as a dragon, and she nearly died when the adventurers attacked her cave. It was only with Shaun's help, and her transforming into her baby dragon form due to using up nearly all of her magic in the battle, that she escaped with her life.

Though Alice had fallen in love with Ian, his betrayal cut her too deep to trust him again, even when he found her and apologized. She couldn't stand to be near him after he destroyed her trust and scarred her heart so badly, so she left, never to return.

It was some time before Alice recovered enough to try again to make a home for herself. She lost everything when her home was raided, leaving her to start again entirely from scratch. Her hoard wasn't as rich in treasures as other dragons, but she crafted beautiful trinkets made of gemstone and gold as a hobby, one she learned from her father, and she had an entire library filled with books, many old and valuable ones.

The most precious item that Alice had lost was a pendant her father made out of a blue rose that her mother grew with magic. The pendant wasn't terribly powerful, even though it was magical, but it was sentimental and beautiful. She never thought that she would find it or anything else she lost in that raid ever again.

Alice did consider going back to her family... but at the same time she felt like she couldn't. She trusted a human despite the warnings she grew up with, and paid the price for it. She felt ashamed, as though she couldn't go back to see any of them until she redeemed herself... somehow. The problem was that she wasn't sure how.

Needless to say, when Alice's random trip into an antique shop led to the discovery of her lost pendant, she was shocked. It made her almost forget about trying to end the conversation she was having with the overly friendly man with blue hair.

The fact that Jack was willing to buy her pendant for her despite the price was shocking. Alice couldn't believe her luck.

She didn't believe she was that lucky.

So Alice wound up accompanying Jack around in exchange for the pendant, helping various people. She pretended to be a human mage, and Jack made use of her powers, especially her healing abilities. Despite having kept her distance from humans if she could help it, she found it gratifying to help people in spite of everything. Their gratitude and smiles warmed her scarred heart.

Defending Jack against the monster had been an instinctive decision. The moment she saw it coming for them, she knew that she had to act. Sure, she could have fled, but then that would be leaving Jack to die.

For as much as humans had hurt her, Alice couldn't do that to an innocent person, especially someone like Jack who had been nothing but kind to her and went out of his way to help others, including herself.

Alice didn't want to see how Jack reacted when she transformed, or after she killed the monster and absorbed its magic. She didn't want to see his shock or fear. Even if Ian and Shaun were shocked and in awe when they first saw her, even though they were her friends... Ian's betrayal had cut her deep.

Though Alice wasn't expecting to hear Jack call her beautiful, or to say it in such an awe-struck, breathy tone.

Finally Alice did look back at Jack, she was taken aback by the wonder in his eyes. No one had looked at her the way that he did. It left Alice frozen in place until she noticed him slowly approaching her.

Unfortunately, Jack was not the only witness to the monster. There had been others in pursuit of the beast as it headed towards the capital. They caught sight of Alice in the distance, or at least the large shape of her, and she fled quickly into the night before Jack could say another word to stop her or prevent the knights from rushing towards them, ready to attack.

Alice laid low while the monster hunt was going on, hiding in the cave that she had tried to make into her new home. She packed up what little possessions she spent so long collecting in this place, once again planning to abandon her home.

Hopefully this time she could keep at least a little bit more than just her life. It was only a shame that once again she lost her precious pendant...

While waiting for an opportunity, Jack arrived.

Alice was, naturally, shocked by his presence. He never expected him to find her. He approached her cautiously, making sure that she knew that he was there to make sure that she was safe, that he had been worrying about her all this time and was grateful that she saved him.

Jack wanted to convince Alice to come with him of her own free will. He said that he wanted to be her friend the day they met, and he still meant it. He promised that he could keep her safe, make sure no one came after her.

Despite how friendly Jack was, Alice couldn't trust someone that she barely knew, not after someone she grew up with betrayed her.

Thus Jack is forced to do what he feels is best for Alice. He just has to get her to trust him and understand that he only wants to protect her.

Needless to say, Joseph is pretty sketchy in this AU no matter how you slice it, hahaha. Still, he does have Alice/MC's best interests in mind, as well as all the people of his kingdom. He also falls deeply in love with his sunshine, naturally, which only complicates things further.

Still, despite the sketchiness, I want to give my OTP a happy ending. Despite Joseph pulling such a stunt, he does pay for it narratively at some point before Alice does eventually forgive him after learning to trust and even love him as well. When that finally happens, Joseph is going to be able to appreciate some big floofy hugs from his sunshine, and maybe she'll take him on a ride or two.

Yes I do mean that in both senses of the word. ;3

Well, I think I'll end things there for now. This post has gotten pretty long, probably because it's about dragons, hahaha. At least I just capped off at around 20 or 21 pages this time. I'm just a sucker for all things fantasy and dragons, and add in my OTP, and I can ramble on and on and on for way too long.

I hope you all enjoyed this alternate path for a dragon AU and the possibilities that it could present for us to play with. If you want to hear more about this or any other AU, please let me know! Also let me know if you want to be tagged in the next ramble or story post. Thanks for reading!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings

[tired-reader-writer]

“When was it?” he wheezes, “When did you start to stray? You're the Shodaime's granddaughter, why would you deny his legacy?”

Glaring eyes search for answers in her storm-grey ones. What does he hope to find? What does he see?

She hopes it's anger. She hopes it's hatred. She hopes it's rage.

Let them choke to death on shame.

“Turn back, woman, before it is too late. Things can still be fixed. Stop this nonsense, Orochimaru must have poisoned your mind.”

Oh, Mother Uzu, he sure loves to talk.

“You're wrong, Jiraiya. The poison was in me,” she says. “Konoha put it there.”

“What are you sayi—”

“To tell the truth, I've always hated this world. The violence it justifies, the falseness it calls peace. That… I was willing to suppress.” She smiles. A sad, bitter little thing. “But I suppose I crossed the line when Konoha stood by and watched as Uzushio fell.”

“Wha—”

“It's funny, isn't it? I was just going to be content as an obedient doll when I came here. I was going to serve—” no matter how miserable it made her, “—I was going to be loyal. If you people had just deigned to honor the alliance, we wouldn't be here.”

“That's bullshit. We did our best. Sensei did his best. You're just using it as an ex—”

“Konoha murdered Uzumaki refugees before they could ever reach there.”

He looks like he'd just been punched in the gut. Or trapped, perhaps. Caught red-handed in a way he would not escape.

“What?”

“It's true. Did you not know? Or are you just playing dumb? There's no way you can't know. You're the Hokage's most trusted protege, a hero in your own right. Sarutobi Hiruzen would not lie to you.”

“Hold on a minute—”

The cold soaks through layers and grips them at their core, heavy enough to make him feel as if he's standing in the flow of a flooding river. Thunderclap pulses in time with her beating heart— cold in a way that has nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with her wrath.

Anger enough to rival the roaring of the skies— Wasn't it supposed to burn?

She's sure it would, if the fox-god's chakra coursed through her.

It's fine, though. He'll give it if need be.

For now, though…

“Did you think,” she says, teeth bared in a caricature of a smile, “that I wouldn't know? That I wouldn't find out? Konoha didn't even bother to do something so simple as accept refugees, and you still expect me to stay?”

“This is a mistake.” His voice wavers. “It had to be Shimura, sensei had nothing to do with that!”

“Oh, but I'm afraid he did.” She steps forward. She wasn't expecting him to stagger back.

“Tell me, Toad Sage, do you think a man known to be a God of Shinobi would be so incompetent as to be completely unaware of what his Council members are doing?”

“Stop it…”

“Kirigakure's invasion deprived me of my friends, my parents... and my students. My children. They were no older than nine, when I left.”

To his credit, the man looks distraught enough at the revelation. “You were an Academy teacher.”

She ignores him. “In the name of glory and conquest, that village... They slaughtered everyone from Uzushio and destroyed my home.”

She looks up at the sky, pale dots peeking out from behind tattered clouds. Cold. It's so cold.

“I hear them every night. The screams and cries of my brethren...

Avenge our deaths...

Tear apart the world that failed us…”

She grabs him by the throat, and yanks.

“They're whispering in my ear right now, even as we speak,” she hisses in his ear, low and venomous.

Heat and pain shoots through her arm, and next thing she knows, he's a few feet in front of her, gasping for breath.

There's a bloody kunai in his hand.

It doesn't matter. She'll heal soon enough.

Has the signal come yet?

“You condemn us, but you're just the same! What of all the children you're taking with you? There's no way they'll be safe outside Konoha's walls!”

“They will inherit a world without bloodshed. Be glad for them. They themselves are the future that I will live and die for.”

“You think this will work? You're leading them to their slaughter. You've never been a hero, Hoshiori. Even in comparison to Tsunade, you've always lagged behind.”

Ooh. Hitting her where it hurts now, is he? Too bad she's gotten good at pushing it aside.

“And that matters because?”

“You're delusional.”

She tilts her head, a gesture so childlike it must look alien on her. “Do you think me a coward for turning away from this?”

“I do,” he spits. “You're a coward and a traitor.”

“A traitor…”

She chuckles, soft and dainty. That's sure to piss him off. “Yes.”

There's the signal behind her— she doesn't need to see it to know. She feels it. Even drenched and battered by rain, she feels it.

“I'll betray.”

~~~

This ficlet is the accompaniment to this one with Orochimaru, I had actually written this a long time ago but chickened out before I could upload it, I feared it was somehow bad, outlandish, too self-indulgent. Try as I might, I still struggle with that sort of stuff.

But now it's here, with @akatsukitrash 's encouragement!

The context is that Uzumaki Hoshiori, Hashirama and Mito's granddaughter imported from Uzushio to become the second jinchuuriki in Kushina's stead, spurred into action when a young Kushina came running to her for comfort after finding out she was to leave for Konoha and none of the adults would tell her anything. Many things happened in the middle, I won't get into it for now, but things snowballed into Hoshiori secretly laying the foundations for a new home outside of Konoha, resolved to put an end to the shinobi system that let such horrors happen to her homeland and students.

Orochimaru was the first to be folded into the project. Tsunade will... come later. Hoshiori is giving Jiraiya a chance, but he's tied his identity and worth so intimately to Konoha that he refuses to entertain any other option.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto fic #naruto oc #Foxes Pillars and Sea-salt Rust #Uzumaki Hoshiori (OC) #Jiraiya #rotten egg's shitty writing

[the-kingshound]

giggling bcs... where i live hearing 'love' 'handsome' 'beautiful' can be so commonplace!! in the market stalls, or at a restaurant, etc. so when i saw all the asks complaining about that it was a shocker. cultural differences, man. i just wanted to shout abt how arthur is stealing my heart with that forehead kiss and morien is joining into the fray with their bluntness adhfkasjhdf <3 <3 <3 also um um your IF almost made me cry for how relatable the mc is. please never stop writing!! (1/2)

Pleease forgive me for the ridiculous amount of time I need to answer asks sometimes! I often hoard the cute messages to get support and love when I need it but this is actually so very lovely and I wanted to thank you properly.

(The first part of the ask refers to the discussion a while back about Arthur’s use of endearment terms) I totally get why some people were thrown off by it but I’ll admit that it’s something I didn’t anticipate simply because I am very accustomed to hearing them too. All in all, I am so glad many of you love this side of him, though I’ll probably tweak something in the demo to have more variability.

I also love that this update brought a lot of people to Morien’s side, they are a grumpy caring feral physician of the castle, take it or leave it ;)

My aim with the overall gentleness with this chapter was to be in contrast with MC’s expectations and to show that people can show different sides depending on the situation/perspective. There was no need for Arthur or his knights to still be hostile to MC or the Venegard House, in fact everyone is tired of bloodshed at this point. All the ROs were at their best behavour to make a good impression on MC, because they believe that treating MC fairly is the first step to achieve the peace Camelot craves.

About the mute option, I am so happy to hear that! As with other conditions/disabilities/illnesses, I believe that they need to be addressed fairly, aknowledged in a respectful way and simply as part of someone. The same goes for the touch-aversion: it’s part of MC, not a defining one but at the same time not something it can just be ignored or pushed to the side.

This message was so heartwarming, thank you, dear <3

#cute lovely anon❤

[sporadically-erratic]

Seven

(original creepypasta origin created by sporadically-erratic)

TW : Depictions of gore, blood, and suicide

I woke up from another seemingly-endless nightmare—it was becoming a regular occurrence now; I had been restlessly sleeping every night for the past few years of my life, and it never seemed to stop. It was still dark out, and the town was quiet (mind the crickets and cicadas); it was late.

The nightmares were always the same.

It would always begin in a cabin in the middle of the woods. The cabin was relatively normal in itself; it was made of pine cypress and smelled of linen. It was a comfortable home—more comfortable than my actual home—and it always felt like a sacred haven for me.

The only strange aspect of the cabin was some of its decoration. Multiple number sevens were discreetly planted around each room. I never understood why that was, and it always drove me insane. I tried everything in my power to figure out that anomaly, yet I came to no avail.

The nightmares would always end in bloodshed. Every moment always felt real in these restless dreams, and I always woke up with a vivid memory of them. I had never actually been a necessarily violent person, yet in my dreams, I became someone entirely different. It scared me, at first, to see myself ending human lives. Now it is routine to watch and endure; it took awhile at first to become desensitized, but now even the worst gore won't effect me. Sometimes I even enjoy it.

In these dreams, I would invite seven innocent people to the cabin. To spare details, I would always end up brutally killing all seven of them.

Seven...

There it was again.

I knew there had to be a reason.

I wasn't crazy. I know I wasn't crazy. I know I wasn't crazy, but I knew I was something. I knew there was significance in the number seven, yet I could not prove it. I knew there was a meaning or prophecy behind it that I could not figure out.

For eternity, I had been trying to decipher the code behind the number seven, but nothing ever seemed to make sense and it wasn't like I could have asked around for an answer either. I became more distant from others because of my extreme interest in figuring out this phenomena and my growing fascination with gore. Maybe I just wanted to believe my life was more extraordinary than it was.

When I awoke that night, something in me changed. I felt that I had known what I was supposed to do this entire time, yet I continued to ignore it because I didn't want it to be true. I was a good kid; I had good grades, good behaviour, good articulation—I was the ideal son. This feeling that was growing inside of me—it wasn't me. Maybe the constant reoccuring dreams I'd been having for three consecutive years had finally been catching up to me.

First, I had noticed the quick glimpses of sevens I would see outside of dreams after about six months of having those nightmares. I had begun to tap my foot and fingers in intervals of seven after seven months, and after about a year, I had started obsessively writing the sacred number on almost anything I could.

New violent, aggressive thoughts and ideas whirred in my head, begging me to succumb to insanity as I laid in the bed I dreamt in every night. I was lost, and I didn't know how to prevent or bring an end to the erratic instrusive thoughts. I tried to ignore them the best I could and fall back asleep. After trying and trying and trying, my bedroom window started to lighten. I had stayed up all night fighting my own thoughts.

I looked over to my digital alarm clock on my beside table.

7:07 A.M.

Ironic. This had to be some sort of joke or something.

I jumped as I heard a strong fist bang on my bedroom door—it was my father. I had forgotten that I had archery practice today.

"Hyun-Woo! It is time to wake up! 좋은 아침이에요!" My father had yelled from the other side of the door. His voice was booming and loud—it only made me dislike him even more than I already did.

My father, Seung Lee, had always been a stuck-up prick. He grew up in an overachieving family and always expected me to do the same, hence the archery practice. Although, it isn't the worst—the archery practice, I mean. It is actually one of the stupid things I have to do every other day that I fairly enjoy.

I sprung out of bed and dressed myself in straight-fitted black jeans and my favorite black ripped denim vest. I grabbed my knife belt and my silver keris, attaching the sheathed weapon to my belt before slipping on socks and my black combat boots. I tied my hair up in a quick, simple ponytail and left my bedroom. As I walked outside to the shooting range, I spotted my father standing near the targets with his arms crossed. He didn't look happy, but when did he ever?

My father was a tall, and fairly handsome, strong man. He was a stubborn man who presented himself as unempathetic and unapologetic to everyone around him. He was not always like this. Before mother died ten years ago—when I was seven—my father was a sweet, charming man. He had always been an overachiever and always had excelling academic intelligence, physical fitness, and socialization skills. He was the perfect man and of course everyone loved him. When he started dating my mother, he was content with being with her. He was loyal, honest—all of the things that he defies now. Through several acts of adultery, he harmed my mother's trust and pride in him. My mother, Dae Lee, was a charismatic and loving mother before she found out about her husband's infidelity. She became depressed and barely talked anymore. She stopped taking care of me, so I had to learn how to take care of myself because my father was too busy screwing around with whores behind my mother's back. She started heavily drinking and wouldn't even get out of bed some days; she stopped taking her medication. It was horrifying to witness my mother after she finally stopped taking her pills. She started drawing on the walls and talking to herself and crying over the smallest things. She always had to "re-do" her movements, claiming that it "just didn't feel right." She started to look and act utterly insane. My father prevented me from seeing her at some point because of how awful she had been behaving. Eventually, while my father was at work, my mother had committed suicide by taking as many pills as she could find in every cabinet as I was outside practicing my archery skills. I was the one who found her.

Today is the anniversary—July 7, 2007—exactly ten years after she died in 1997.

I had never stopped feeling guilty for my own mother's death since that day. Though, my father never once took responsibility for the depression and insanity that lead to her suicide. Instead, he became a brute and an even worse father. He started "training" me to be better than I was, and it seemed like it never was enough to satisfy him. I lived by a motto of "be the best or be nothing at all;" it was awful. I never had any fun, nor did I really have any friends. I was sort of an outcast because my father had always expressed to me that it was a waste of emotion and time to actually connect with someone in a way that a friend would. In contradiction, my father would always remind me to find a beautiful, obedient woman to marry and reproduce with. I never knew what he wanted from me.

I hated seeing him; everytime he was in my sight, I would feel intense and overwhelming anger. He drove me almost as crazy as the number seven did. I had to live alone with the bastard for ten years at that point. He was always more intense when the anniversary came by. He was more of a prick too.

"What took you so long, Hyun-Woo? You were supposed to be out here ten minutes ago. We need to work on your punctuality," he spoke in a frustrated tone.

My father paused for a moment, giving me time to make a response if I wanted to. Though, if I spoke, I would always regret it later. He did not like when I talked too much, so I decided to stay silent.

He commanded, "Get yourself set up. I don't have time to wait for you today."

I hurried over to grab my bow and a quiver with a sheath of arrows from the ascham. I tuned the arrow to its correct position and drew it to my anchor point, nocking the fletching onto the bowstring. I aimed for the nearest target from the range and released. The arrow flew with a strong cast, disappointingly hitting the petticoat of the target face. I didn't even want to look my father in the face after that shot.

He was certainly livid. The moment the arrow hit, he started to yell and berate me. It happened so quick; it seemed like he had been waiting for me to do something wrong so he could yell at me

Though, after a moment, I did not understand what he was saying to me. I could not hear him over the sound of other voices whispering in my ears. They were taunting me, just as my father. This angered me in a way I could not comprehend by myself. It felt uncontrollable, like a flame burning inside of my body. I was heated, and I could not find a way to cool down—not now, at least. Not on my mother's death anniversary and not in this humiliation. I lost control of my thoughts and my actions. I could not control my movements—I could not even think straight.

Before I knew what I was doing, I drew an arrow and shot my father directly through his eye and into his skull.

I blacked out. When I came to, I awoke in the forest with a shovel in hand. I still wore my special bow and the quiver of arrows and the keris was still sheathed in my pocket. I had no idea where I was or how to get home. I didn't even know if I *wanted* to go home. At least, I did not try to navigate my way back. I dropped the shovel and drew my bow and arrow at the sound of hikers approaching. I did not know what I was thinking. My regular thoughts became scattered and distant, being replaced with new violent instincts. Voices urged me to harm the innocent, to fulfill the prophecy. I finally knew exactly what I had to do—it was obvious all along, yet I chose to ignore all of the blatant arrows pointing in this direction. I was chosen to do it—only *I* could do it.

I finally knew the truth.

I quickly hid behind a tree before the hikers arrived. They spoke of topics useless to me; they seemed to be average people. There were six of them in a group, three women and three men. It was perfect; it was convenient. I held my bow in hand as I drew an arrow. I followed them as they walked their trail, keeping my distance and stealth. They stopped to take a break from their hike, still in the middle of nowhere. This gave me time to climb up to a higher place, somewhere convenient for my aim.

It all started when I shot one of the men right in the back of his head. The black eagle arrow impaled right through his skull, killing him almost instantly. There was screaming and there was crying, and I enjoyed every second of it. A wicked smile grew on my face as I drew another arrow back up to my anchor point. Those idiots stayed right in place as they surrounded their late friend, screaming for help. I noticed the way they looked around to figure out where the arrow came from, but I suppose they did not look up high or far enough. I aimed and fired another arrow that managed to impale one of the women in her back. The arrow was directed downwards near her right side. The arrow penetrated deep into her skin amd would most likely leave her to bleed out and die if not treated fast enough. Now there was even more of a commotion. I could tell they were confused and they had no idea where to go or what to do. Before jumping down from the tree, I aimed another arrow at one of the other male hikers. I released it and it implanted itself into his calf. As the others were distracted by the third arrow, I pulled my bow over my shoulder and wore it, making it easier to run. As I ran towards the group, I pulled my keris from its sheath and tackled the nearest person—one of the women. I stabbed her in ear, piercing her skull and killing her. Of course, the others tried to run, but they were no match for me. I pulled out my bow and another arrow, aiming precisely at the running man. I shot him through the back, impaling him through his heart. It killed him almost immediately. There was only one woman standing. Eventually, the unnamed woman could no longer run from me; she stopped to catch her breath. In the few seconds she was still, I walked up behind her quietly. In one quick motion, I grabbed the woman with one hand over her mouth and stabbed her in the neck with the bloody keris. As I released my grip and pulled the knife out of her throat, she fell onto the leaf-covered ground in a pool of blood.

I finally felt complete. I could finally hear my mother. She spoke to me solemnly; she congratulated me for my sacrifices. She was proud. I asked if I could join her. Mother said it was not my time.

I was not finished. The prophecy was fulfilled, but my mother wanted more. So I caved over and over and over again for her, sacrificing seven lives every seven days. She was never satisfied.

I have never felt closer to my mother.

I love my mother.

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta art #creepypasta fanart #slenderman #jeff the killer #nina the killer #ticci toby #laughing jack #creepy #original story #oc #original character #seven #seven creepypasta #hyun woo #lee hyun woo

[oxiosa]

So many possibilities..... cant choose only two so 21 + 39 + 86 brarg GO

21 + 39 + 86: Dystopian AU + Survival/Wilderness Fic + I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On

“These ones?”

Luciano stops his march. He turns around and squints down at Martín’s cupped hands. He presses his lips and frowns disapprovingly.

“Only you want to get poisoned,” he grumbles back.

“Fuck,” Martín curses and drops the handful of berries he had picked.

Luciano sniffs unimpressed. He arranges his rifle sling over his shoulder and keeps his careful march across the forest’s tall grass. Sofía waits for him, wags her tail and leans into his touch when Luciano pats her head fondly once he reaches her. She’s a shepherd mutt of some sort for all Luciano can tell; lean and swift, she’s one smart dog. That is how she has survived through the end of the world and the rise of the walking dead.

It is how Luciano has survived as well. He has been cunning and resourceful, has known better than to stay in one place for long and mingle with others. He had learnt the hard way people only slowed you down - best if everyone looks out for their own. It is easier. Lonelier, yes, but less painful. Sofía is the only company he needs, the best partner he could ask for. She is a fighter, a survivor. A veteran of the apocalypse, just like Luciano himself.

He wishes he could say the same about Martín.

Martín is still learning to survive - more accurately, Luciano is teaching him. Pampered and spoiled, he comes from a community. The mere thought of it makes Luciano wrinkle his nose with disapproval. False paradises, little secluded bubbles that chose to ignore the apocalypse and pretend the world hasn’t ended. Their residents live peaceful little lives, safe behind tall thick walls and guarded by armed watchers. They know only comfort, and never once stop to think where all their community’s resources come from. But why would they? Would they care if they found out communities thrive by invading weaker smaller communities for supplies and resources? That they steal and plunder without reserve or discretion? Would they object to the bloodshed and violence inflicted in secret by the people who rule them if it meant their life of luxury would meet an end?

Luciano knows the answer, and it is a testament of how rotten the world has become.

In normal circumstances, Luciano wouldn’t have bothered to help a pampered brat from a community - let alone let him along. Martín hasn’t had to fight a day in his life, unlike Luciano, who has trouble sleeping at night with the memories of the things he has witnessed and done to see another sunbreak. Martín won’t survive in the wilderness on his own, not now that his days in a community are over.

Luciano would have been fine letting him become food for the rotten, but it would be a shame to let Martín’s brain get eaten and let all that precious medical knowledge go to waste.

It seems a little ironic that Martín’s higher education has been the one thing that has saved his life in a world where civilization is dead and walking flesh-eating corpses have claimed the land. His medical studies make him as valuable as gold; a medic is a precious resource and not easy to find during the apocalypse. His knowledge was the reason he had a earned himself a permanent residense at the community that took him in when all this started. It was the reason his life was spared when his community got attacked and burnt to ashes by a larger greedier community. It is the reason he has a bounty over his head and is wanted alive rather than dead by the men who tore down the place he called home.

It is the reason Luciano decided not to ditch him and let the walkers eat him, too. Luciano might be a loner, but he knows a few survivors here and there who could use a medic’s services.

“How about these ones, uh?” Martín asks as he offers another handful of berries.

Even if said medic has zero survival skills and makes Luciano feel as if he were babysitting a toddler most of the time.

Luciano doesn’t get to give him an answer this time. Sofía perks up at his side, shifts her ears attentively. Luciano stops his march and freezes in place. He scouts the area, trying to heard or see whatever has caught Sofía's attention.

“What is it?” Martín whispers. “Did you hear something?”

“Silence,” Luciano snaps back impatiently.

He listens to the quiet forest sounds, the soft shuffling of leaves and grass, the calls of birds and the scream of bugs. He hears and sees nothing out of the ordinary, but Sofía at his side continues to look around alert and thus so does Luciano.

“Maybe it was a deer,” Martín muses. “We did see a few a couple of days ago.”

Luciano is about to tell him to shut the fuck up so he can hear, but Sofía shoots like a rocket into the forest. She disappears through the foliage, and soon Luciano hears her distant barking.

Sofía never barks. She knows better than to. There is only one reason she might bark, and one reason alone; a herd of walkers.

Luciano turns around and grabs Martín’s arm. He ignores his cursing and drags him until they reach a large hollowed tree. He rips his backpack off him, and then shoves him inside. Luciano presses against him, trying to fit the two of them into the tiny narrow hidding place.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Martín demands hotly.

“Quiet,” Luciano hisses.

“Get the fuck off me,” Martín tries to shove him off. “I said let go...”

Martín struggles against him. Luciano needs him to be silent and still - both their lives depend on it. If a heard of walkers is coming  their way, their best bet is to hide and wait it out, but for that they need to go unnotice. That will be hard to achieve if Martín doesn’t go still and quiet.

Luciano presses his body against Martín, shoves one leg between his and pins him against the log with his whole body mass, painfully close and intimate. Martín tries to shove him off, far from compliant, but Luciano takes his wrists and pins them over his head.

“What the fuck, Luciano,” Martín spits breathlessly and start squirming against him. “I said get off me, you son of a-”

Luciano rearranges his grip over Martín’s wrist into one of his hands - he holds him down with an iron grip and presses his free hand over his mouth. Martín’s eyes widen with alarm and he struggles against him, but Luciano presses against him to keep him in place.

“Be still, dammit,” he commands in a vicious snarl.

Martín stops struggling against him, startled by the harshness in his voice. Red in the face and completely disheveled, he stares back at Luciano with glassy feverish eyes.

They remain pressed one against the other as Luciano tries to listen to their surroundings, anticipating the moaning and dragging of feet that normally precedes the walking dead. All he hears is Sofía distant barking, growing farther and farther away. Then, it is gone and there is only silence.

Luciano presses against Martín, squeezes his wrist in quiet warning - Martín doesn’t struggle against him, but he does squirms self consciously and lets out a weak whimper against his palm that Luciano ignores.

Sofía is back after what seems like an endless moment. She is wagging her tail with a lolling tongue and a goofy canine smile. Safe and unharmed, no walkers trailing after her.

Luciano lets out a relieved sigh. He steps back and lets go of Martín.

“Atta girl,” he crouches and pets Sofía with a sweet smile. “What a brave clever girl, leading those nasty things astray…”

Sofía preens under Luciano’s attention, wagging her tail violently as he ruffles her fur. All fond demeanor is gone when Luciano stands and turns to Martín. He gives him a harsh glare, and asks:

“What’s rule number one?”

Martín huffs like an unruly teenager. He has stepped outside of the hollow tree and seems to be trying to catch his breath, bended down with his hands on his knees.

“Always listen to you,” he grumbles.

“And rule number two?” Luciano demands coldly.

“Never break rule number one,” Martín recites sourly.

There are no curses or backtalk like there normally is with Martín. He is winded and seems to be avoiding Luciano’s gaze all together. His shallow breathing and skittishness makes Luciano eye him with a little worry.

“Are you ok?” he asks. He adds with a little apprehension: “Did I hurt you…?”

Now that the urgency of the moment has passes, Luciano recognises he had been a little rougher than necessary, pushing and pinning Martín like that. He still needs to work on his people skills after all these years on his own.

But Martín shakes his head, still keeping his gaze down.

“It’s ok, I’m ok,” he sounds hoarse and breathless. “It’s just…” he clears his throat and swallows. “You… you’re strong.”

He says it with a painful grimace and a curiously strangled note in his voice. Luciano studies him curiously; Martín is red in the face, avoiding to meet his gaze at all costs. He seems flustered and breathless, uncharacteristically tense for someone normally insufferably arrogant and headstrong.

It takes Luciano a beat to notice the effects all that manhandling seems to have had on Martín and which he seems to be trying to modestly hide.

“Oh,” Luciano’s eyes go wide with understanding, and Martín’s painful grimace deepens. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t,” Martín interrupts him curtly. With his last ounce of remaining dignity, he says: “Just... just give me a moment, ok?”

Luciano nods his head and awkwardly turns his back to Martín. He walks a few steps away to give him some sense of privacy while his problem settles back down, but he doesn’t stray far. It is not safe to slit up, not when there is a herd of walkers in close proximity.

Luciano stands staring off, pretending to keep a watchful eye on their surroundings, but the truth is his mind has drifted far away. 

Luciano has been on his own for so long he had forgotten how it felt to be wanted - to be the object of another man’s desire, accidentally or not. It is startling, and the mere thought of it makes him catch his breath as a warm pleasant feeling settles on his lower belly, like butterflies fluttering inside his stomach.

It makes him blush as a forgotten excitement blooms inside his chest and tingles down his back. It is a feeling he thought forgotten, long dead, and that makes him take a discreet over his shoulder as he regards Martín with brand new eyes.

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#caju you sneaky sneak sending me 3 tropes #you're lucky I like a challenge and I cant turn you down #the walking dead AU #yes I did steal the term 'walker' and the concept of communities from that show #'walker' is a much cooler word than zombie Im sorry #brarg #myfics #somehow this turned into a fic rather than just a concept. youre welcomed #Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

[badmusejail]

Gaster and Surface Life / Human-Monster Relations.

I don't have any exact headcanon as to where exactly Mt. Ebott is, but usually place is somewhere in Washington state. I don't have anything against headcanons putting it elsewhere and I'm more than happy to use your headcanons instead--I put it in the USA because I live in the USA and have the best understanding of USA politics.

As is probably expected, the world didn't immediately take kindly to the arrival of the monsters, even with Frisk vouching for them. People are heavily divided on their opinions, with some people wanting to kill the monsters, some wanting to force them back into the mountain, some wanting to exploit or enslave them, and the few wanting to welcome them with the same rights that humans have.

Each of the monsters engage with the world in their own way, but the vast majority of important discussions only involve Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, and a couple other designated monsters, sometimes including Gaster.

It's an extremely tense and precarious situation, with monster leadership well aware of how easily things could go south and lead to a complete genocide of the people.

For this reason, Asgore in particular tends to be submissive, willing to comply with unreasonable demands if only to avoid bloodshed.

Undyne has her misgivings, but usually defers to Asgore's decisions. For all of her hotheadedness, she knows better than to make a scene at the wrong time.

Toriel, despite Gaster's negative opinion of her, is likely the most reasonable of the negotiators, working hard to find a fair solution for everyone involved.

Finally, Gaster himself is the most difficult, refusing to bend to humanity's worse demands, and standing with a bluntness in heavy contrast to Toriel's polite firmness.

He has refused to share his technology and research and has barred humanity from entering the critical parts of the CORE. In general, his appearances on the council are stoic and curt, a heavy undertone of aggression beneath icy formal responses.

On at least one occasion, he had to be escorted out by Toriel for becoming too aggressive.

His refusal comes not from a place of malice, but from a seated belief that if they fail to set proper boundaries, humanity's demands will only grow until monsters are no better off than they started. To him, standing their ground and refusing to allow any mistreatment from the very beginning is an absolute necessity.

In contrast, most monsters, including Asgore, take a note gradual approach, thinking that it's important that they emphasize their willingness to cooperate and that they're not a threat, and then working to improve the situation from there. There are monsters that support Gaster's methods, but he is by far the most vocal, stubborn, and famous of them.

This has made Gaster the biggest threat to anti-monster groups and a common target of those expressing their hatred.

He's been known to ignore the harassment when its directed to him, but tends to escalate quickly when other monsters are targeted in his vicinity. Asgore once had to talk him out of killing a few humans that were harassing him.

For as confident and unshakeable Gaster presents himself when formally speaking on the matter, in person he's a much different monster; rather nervous, easily cowed and surprisingly friendly.

Luckily for everyone, Papyrus is remarkably well liked among the humans and Sans is discreet enough that he hardly gets any attention. Woe be onto the unfortunate humans that target them.

Above all else, Gaster wants peace too, regardless of his general dislike of humans. But his opinions are heavily colored by past experiences and should it come to extremes, he would choose his people over humanity and would destroy every human if necessary.

He understands that it makes him just as bad as the humans that would kill them. He would do it anyways.

It takes Gaster several months before he spends any real amount of time on the surface, and he still retreats to his lab often. However, he does enjoy the vast offerings of the surface, and for as much as he hates humanity, he has a very difficult time hating individual humans he meets.

He's easily attracted by colorful lights and noises and is quite fond of the whimsical nonsense humans produce. Yes, he's one of the smartest monsters that ever lived. Yes, you can commonly find him fooling around in the toy aisle of the supermarket.

Asgore asked Gaster to retake the position of Royal Scientist, but Gaster declined. The role remains empty, with some discussions of putting a human in the role to help with relations. Gaster doesn't like the idea but he's willing to go along with it so long as it's a good human.

In the light of the Amalgamates, Toriel has forbidden research into Determination. Gaster does it anyways. However, he has not directly researched the Amalgamates themselves; though he would look into it if asked by Asgore, Alphys, or one of them.

Other than that, Gaster just lives on a day to day basis, trying to protect the people he loves and do the right thing.

#|| ooc | out of character #|| gaster | chorus of nothing. #|| gaster | headcanon | can a fragment be a whole? #undertale cw

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Punisere

Punisere might give a character beliefs in:

Stories are more important than reality

Astrology

Loyalty is stronger than law or tradition

Law is the last resort of the dull witted

Tradition is the beginning of wisdom

Emotions are like storms, tumultuous and powerful but brief and passing

Freedom is the end of wisdom but you must reach the end to understand it

Trusting their instincts

Problems may become solutions

Everyone is family if you trace the lines long enough

Everyone is an enemy if you count every action they've ever taken

Only they dying should stay sedentary too long

Justice comes from love not form

Better a life lived well than a life lived safe

A person is not what they do, what they do comes from who they are

It’s likely to produce above average:

Comfort with a nomadic lifestyle

Cleverness with words

Freedom of expression and emotion

Disrespect for the laws and formalities of others

Curiosity

Resilience

Being raised in Punisere might give character drives like:

 Experience something of beauty or grace

Lead another to act despite fear or doubt

Uncover something about a mystery

Use your art to help those in need

Free someone from literal or figurative bonds

Give hope or cheer to someone who needs it

Deny mercy to an enemy

Give mercy to those who never expect it

Forget trespasses that are long gone

End someone or something’s suffering

Help an animal or spirit of the wild

Settle a conflict or dispute without bloodshed

Share a passionate moment with another

Get someone to act on factually false but emotionally true information

Show someone a place/thing of great beauty

Convince others to protect a thing of nature

Let a problem escalate while you brood

Cause trouble for your allies by acting rashly

Cause your allies trouble by adhering strictly to your oaths

Cause trouble by touching, opening, or tinkering with something

Infiltrate a secure or dangerous location

Create or discover something that helps other people

Take a major risk to acquire something valuable

Travel to or discover a spiritually significant place

Provide or be the catalyst for change in the world

Expose or reveal the true cause of a problem in the world

Uphold your personal code of honor despite the cost or inconvenience

Purposefully ignore class distinctions to cause inconvenience

Help something or someone grow or move on to the next step in the cycle

Utterly obliterate something significant or meaningful that you oppose

Endanger yourself to combat an unnatural threat

Spur others to significant and unplanned decisive action

Help someone deal with or overcome their personal problems

Stand up to a bully or tyrant, or forego comfort or advantage in order to do the right thing or help someone worse-off

Eschew a convention of the civilized world

But, of course, someone living as a Tri Poke out beyond the firm boundaries of Civilization might just as well be there as a way to distance themselves from the way people are back home. Though they'll have a hard time of it as being a Tri Poke will feel like taking home with them.

The Punisere Dessert may have been the heart of an Empire some time before their are any historical records but who can say for sure. Puniseri will tell you whichever story they think you want to hear as that's only polite. A good story is the best gift a Puniseri can give and if they have to lie a little to make the story good, well, that's them working for the greater good.

This makes it very difficult for outsiders to figure out what the hell is going on in Punisere and it's difficult enough for the Puniseri who live there. The Punisere is divided up by unmarked boundaries and complicated, often unspoken, clan loyalties. Some of the great migratory nations are so ancient that they were already ancient when most histories start. But new nations pop up and disappear all the time in the ravaging heat of the desert. Outsiders go mad trying to figure out which is which and who belongs to who and how the hell multiple nations can consist of the same people on the same sands at the same time. One nation might be the best friend of another. And the bitterest enemy of a third, to even state the name would be a crime. But a single person might belong to all three quite happily.

Puniseri who leave Punisere or come from a distant part of the desert know better than to try and figure it out and simply accept it without comment. They understand the complexity of bloodlines and the few communal legends that bind all Puniseri.

Whether they believe them true or not, all Puniseri know the legends of their people's origins. Long ago when humans were still a rarity, the stars of the constellation Orwolael looked down on the beauty of the world and fell in love with the beauty of the desert. They did not know the Punisere was hot because they saw the desert only after sunset was gone and only until sunrise wiped their vision away. One night, gazing at the dessert, they saw an eye winking back at them and their hearts were seduced by thinking the desert was growing stars to love them back. So fourteen of the fifteen stars rushed to the glow to profess their love, only the last, the meekest, thinking itself unworthy of such a gift remained shyly in the sky, and only it is called Orwolael now. But the fourteen who fell came to the winking light and found it was their own light glowing back at them from the water of a great oasis. They cried bitterly in their disappointment, stuck forever now on the desert sands, and their tears, purer than any stream that runs down from a mountain, filled up the oasis so deep that the water would never go dry, even in the hottest summer. And when they had cried themselves out and found no solace except their hesitant sibling's winking pity, they tried to drown themselves in the water. But tears cannot kill a thing, no matter how someone might wish it was so. Thus they stayed in the water and stewed in the heat and shivered in the cold, until travelers came to their great oasis. A heart that has loved may love again, no matter how bitter the love became and each of the stars fell in love with one of the travelers. They rose up out of the water and this time their love was returned, for nothing is as beautiful as a star and few loves more constant. And of their parings came the first fourteen clans of the Punisere from which all Puniseri are descended. And even now, if they look up at the stars in search of kin, they find their oldest relative still alive and loving in Orwolael and if the Puniseri are humble and ask the right questions, Orwolael will chivy its own children, the cousins of the desert, out among the stars to move to show a greater and wiser view of the world.

Through Orwolael's wisdom and its children's loyalty the Puniseri were taught and are still taught about their own loyalties and lives. They were taught how to breed the great lizards that became the dinosaurs. And, most precious of all, they were taught to breed the king of lizards, brave and loyal, clever and obedient. From Orwolael came the secret of the T-Rex and the riding of worthy mounts. And still the T-Rex's of the desert are most loved and best bred.

Most Puniseri are content to keep their ways and their legends in the heat of the many colors of sand. But sometimes, someone will look up and the stars have another message: that they must leave the desert and seek something in colder climes.

Unlike the rest of the Known World, Puniseri do not distinguish between the Eastern Wastes and the Punisere, it's simply another of the many colors of the desert and all have kin on both sides of the bore hole.

A Tri Poke who grew up in Punisere is someone who grew up in a very similar lifestyle to the one they now lead. They're easily adaptable to many situations and used to roughing it. Most of their problems will come from learning how to conform to all the expectations the rest of the world will have for them.

#tri poke #Punisere

[stuckybarton]

What Has Been, What Can Never Be IV

Summary: Steve Rogers had returned to the past, hoping to move on from the chaos of the future. Leaving the woman that had loved him as someone more than just the persona of Captain America and his best friend that has always been with him until the end of the line. But as he had come to settle in this new life back in his own time, regret was somehow coming to follow. When he decides to return to the present, things have changed and you, the woman that had always promised to be there for him was now happy with his best friend as the two of you moved on with your lives without Steve Rogers in it. Characters: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Ex!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader; Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter. Sam Wilson. Helmut Zemo. Sharon Carter. John Walker Words: 2,166 Warnings: Mention of Injuries. Asshole John Walker. Drug Consumption (Pain Killers).

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IV: For The Ones That Say They Will

"I still have my doubts on you, I don't think they will ever change."

Your eyes narrowed, stripped of his rank as well as his mantle as the 'New' Captain America, the man in front of you was no one but the man that had believed he could fill Steve's shoes and failed miserably because of it. John Walker, now known as the U.S. Agent, a path you know damn well would be a dark one for even someone like him.

"Between you and me, I don't care about your beliefs whatsoever." You respond right back.

"I think you should, Witch." He snorts. "After all, we've got a few missions we got to have together."

Bile rose from your throat at the fate you had placed on yourself for being given free reign of visiting Zemo and the limited number of times he would be allowed out of the raft. It was for a good cause, that was something you had constantly assured yourself, but seeing John Walker, the man that had tainted Steve's legacy, it made everything a tad bit harder for you. A real torture, among all things you needed to take into consideration.

"I work temporarily for General Ross and Valentina, our agreement didn't include me not killing you if I so wish to do." You warned. Fingers slowly threading a blue hue, ready to attack the man should he wish to continue to get on your nerves.

"Does Wilson and Sgt. Barnes even know you're here? With me, of all people after everything that has happened between all four of us?"

"They are not my handler." You brushed off, stepping out of the confinements of the chopper you both had rode on.

Neither of you had a plan, but a mission was placed. Retrieve a man by the name of Emil Blonsky, alive--whatever means necessary. The order alone had meant there would be bloodshed and for all the time you had been part of HYDRA, you know what bloodshed would entail. It was a necessary means to an end after all. Morals you were still trying so hard to obtain after everything you had done both as part of the HYDRA and as part of the Avengers.

"From my standpoint, my mission isn't to retrieve Blonsky, it's to keep an eye on you."

You ignore Walker's words and continued walking deeper into the storage facility that housed the man who was now known as the Abomination. Generating threads against the tips of your fingers, you wanted to avoid as much bloodshed as possible, but it wasn't avoidable. You were too naïve to even think about the possibility knowing the background of the man.

"So got a plan, Witch?"

"I'm gonna shove my threads so far up your throat you'll explode." The threat freely escaped your lips. No matter the apparent change he might have towards Sam and Bucky, the same could not be said between your interaction with the man. The lies and delusion he was telling about his interaction with Steve, you had constantly spoke those words out until it got through his thick head and somehow instead of accepting your words, he did what every man you had ever had to encounter did, retaliated with his own words.

"Harsh." He snorts. "Want to hear my plan?"

"I genuinely don't." You muttered locating a door to the far end, where no one would notice on first glance. "But if you really want to be of help, check if the door is unlocked and if not try using your shield to open it--oh wait, you don't have one." You smirked noticing the genuine rage that now plastered on the man's face.

Ignoring the fury that was slowly bubbling the man, you took gentle steps towards the door, but before you could even attempt to open the door, you found yourself up in the air at the impact of the door bein practically smashed open by the very man you were tasked with retrieve. Landing awkwardly on the concreate, you know damn well that you probably had broken something, but with the adrenaline coursing through your body and your own magic keeping you up.

"Okay, Walker." You relent trying your best to weave a spell to control the horrible looking man that you've come to realize would pulverize you should he wish to do so. "Let's hear that plan of yours."

"Less talking more fighting, Witch."

Standing right back up, you had watched Blonsky go head to head with Walker. Weaving threads with your fingers and power, you created a rope, that you hoped was strong enough to contain man in question.

"We're here to contain him, Walker, not beat the shit out of him." You snapped levitating using your magic high enough to reach the man's shoulders to contain him but once again with just a flick of his shoulder you were thrown down yet again onto the ground.

"Why don't you just wrap him with that thread of yours, Witch." Walker snapped slamming his fist against the creatures head momentarily making him stumble from where he stood.

"If you thought it was that easy, don't you think I would have already done that by now." You snapped once again trying to weave another rope to use against the man.

~

The last thing Bucky would have ever wake up for was Sam's call in the middle of the night to help tending to your wounds. He had known you had your own mission after stopping by Zemo's prison cell, but never in his wildest dreams would he believe that you would come back after just a few days hurt.

It brought all ounce of regret and fear in his mind as he continued on his drive to your home in Louisiana, thoughts of the last time the two of you were together. How things had become awkward between the two of you because of the realization he never thought he could have after waking up to you. He made it worse and you were the one to pay the consequence of it.

The first thing that had welcomed him when he arrived was Sam, looking less than impressed with what was going on with you and the more glaring part was the fact that one John Walker was also waiting outside. What the hell was going on?

As soon as the engine to the car died, he found himself jumping right towards Walker. Vibranium arm wrapped around the man's neck. If, for whatever reason Bucky finds out that the man had anything to do with you being hurt, he's not gonna hesitate in breaking his neck.

"Hey! This is not the right time or place for this!" Sam was there to finally break him apart from the man, now coughing for air. Bucky felt no remorse and he could care less about Sam's eyes on him. "The hell is wrong with you?"

"Where is she?" Bucky questioned instead, worry of what he was to expect from you. What state were you in right now?

"I patched her up as best as I could, but she's been looking for you all day when they got back." Sam explained and Bucky was barely able to hear it as he found himself making a mad dash inside your room and without even thinking, straight to your bedroom where you were fighting off both sleep and the meds Sam must have made you drink.

Blood had practically drained his face at the sight of you. Pale and battered and bruised. As soon as he can be assured you were alright, he was coming for blood and Walker was gonna get most of it.

Almost as if sensing his presence, your eyes fall towards the man. A drugged smile was on your lips as your tried your best to sit up from bed, but Bucky was quicker, hand gently pushing you right back down on the bed. The familiar pout was on your lips almost broke Bucky into a smile.

"James," you droned, the loopy smile on your lips almost broke his heart. How much medicine did Sam had you take? "You really did come for me."

"Of course I would, Doll." Bucky assured even when in reality had been thinking twice of leaving after everything that happened. "You know I'd always come when you call me." He did make such a promise.

In the early days of your shared time together after Steve left to live his own life, he had made such a promise that if you called for him, he will come one way or another. It took you so long to actually make use of it and it was to such a state of all things.

"Lay down on the bed with me." You requested.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked slowly peeling the leather jacket he had on and joining you in bed. Your head immediately coming to rest on his chest, the fear of you finding out just how a simple action has his heart beating quick scared him.

"We were tasked with getting this monster thing, Abominable--Abnormal--I forgot what he's called." You giggled, snuggling your battered face against his chest.

"And John Walker?"

"General Ross wanted to keep a tight leash on me so they brought him in to the mission, worst way to spend my day if I'm being honest." You explained, arms now wrapped around his stonewalled chest.

Bucky took a peak of your arms and frowned at the cuts and bruises that also painted your arm. Unlike him, you didn't heal as quick but your powers did give you an extra protection while you're in the process of patching up. Thankful as he was, Sam didn't do a good job of tending to each and every single cuts you had and this will be Bucky's first mission once you get sleep tonight.

"Why Walker?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, nuzzling your face further into his chest. "I shouldn't act like this to my ex's best friend, but you're more comfortable to sleep with than Steve ever was."

It was then that Bucky knew that you were far too drugged up in your own head to even have filter in your words. You would rather be caught dead than even mention Steve's name after the progress you've had in the past few weeks. A small part of him was happy that you found him a better bedmate than his best friend, but the fucked up part of him made that very fact become the reason why he should stay as far away from you as possible.

"Even with the metal arm?"

"Fuck yeah. You know how hot it can be here. That cold arm of yours has many perks you know." you pulled away to show him the grin you had on your face. "And I know I'll always be protected when I think of your arm."

Here you were once again, saying things that make him fall more and more in love with you. He couldn't, not for the life of him be in love with you when you showed him nothing but the kindness that Steve would have given him if he was still around. But yet his heart had other plans and here he was, deeper and deeper than he was supposed to. Cupping the back of your head, he pushed you back into his chest.

"That's a first." He muttered. No one had ever called his arms anything other than the creator of pain and destruction, but to you, it was more than what the world painted it to be.

"It's my life's mission to make sure you know it too." You muffled words against his chest made him chuckle. "If no one's gonna treat you right then I'm here to do it."

Saying the right thing that makes him fall more and more in love with you.

"Don't you think that's my job?"

"And you're doing a fine job, James." you respond as a matter of factly. Bucky found himself tensing as your shaky hands have now come sliding underneath his shirt. "You make me so happy and protected too. I don't deserve you or Sam in my life."

"Of course you do." Bucky sighed, lips somehow falling on top of your head. "You deserve so much more than you think."

"But what if you or Sam leave me too?"

"That's not happening, Doll."

He would rather have his arm taken from him than leave you. He was in the deep end and he can't see himself even trying to leave you, not for all the money in the world. He will stay even if you push him away again the following morning. He will stay.

"Promise?"

"I will always be here, besides you whether you like it or not." It was a promise he was more than willing to keep, for you and for the ghost of his past.

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[jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue]

Our little love part 2 - mafia/yandere au Drabble {angst + fluff}

As always please let me know what you think, I am actually going to go to bed now my brain is angry with me for not sleeping.

It seemed the cycle was never ending, you fucking up and pissing them off, them punishing you by drowning you in their love, only letting you come up to breathe so you could swim in your own guilt and submit to them.

You wince as the victim to your latest fuck up gets another blow to his chest. Taehyung and Hobi held onto his arms as Jungkook and Jimin kick and punch the poor individual. You know not to speak, it’ll only make things worse. Temperament was a fickle thing in their lives, trust was everything, and you still had to build yours up again.

“Y/n help please,” Kai whimpers as you stood with your arms crossed looking away.

“Don’t fucking say her name,” Jungkook growled before punching your ex colleague in the face. You’re frowning, the need to beg them to stop was fighting for exit on the top of your tongue, but you bite it down and pray Kai doesn’t say another word. You know if you do as he asks they’d kill him. Your punishment was to watch silently.

Yoongi strolls up behind you, hands in his pockets before he rests his head on your shoulder, watching the display in front of you both.

“Nothing to say little love?” He whispers as your friend groans out in pain.

Please don’t kill him, you want to say, but you just shake your head in defeat. You want to believe they’re better than this, but the evidence of the contrary was never hidden from you. They showed you every side of them whether proud of it or not with bold eyes daring you to stop loving them, pushing your boundaries and morals waiting for you to snap. But the breaking point never came, you loved them, you shouldn’t and you knew it, but you did. You were completely and utterly theirs, yet still they treated you like you hadn’t seen the worst of them. Like you would run away the second you realised they were monsters, not that they would let you run far, only far enough to let you take a single breath before making you drown in them once again.

Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, keeping an eye on your reactions. The asshole deserved it, not that they cared either way, he tried to take you away from them, that was enough.

Kai was your old partner before you took a very early retirement, what you didn’t know was that he continued the case you were working on before you left; the case of the seven men you now loved and the reason you quit said job. He had called you to meet up for old times sake and you, very naively in Yoongi’s mind, decided it was harmless. But if it was harmless why didn’t you say anything to the boys? You thought Kai didn’t know the reason you handed in your resignation, but he had been keeping an eye on you all before he realised you were the key to their downfall. He knew you harboured some feeling for him in the past and thought you’d reciprocate when he tried to flirt his way into getting his hands on the evidence you collected, he didnt know you burned it all. You lied to him and said you lost it, same difference anyway. This prompted plan b from him.

“Y/n they’re criminals,” he had said to you. “You’re a cop at heart you can’t love them.”

You floundered at his words when you realised he knew, and yet he still asked you to betray them.

“Kai I think I need to go...”

It was a mistake, you knew it then, but he followed you out onto the street and you hoped tonight the men you loved weren’t keeping an eye on you. Maybe naive was an understatement.

“Are they coercing you Y/n! Do they have something on you or are they threatening you?” He calls after you. “Because the Y/n I know would never love killers, what have they done to you?”

It was when he reached his hand out to grab your arm that your boyfriends decided to show themselves from the shadows. Which lead to the situation now, Kai beat up and bruised beyond recognition, and you forced to watch. He falls unconscious and they let him drop to the floor, you hate this side of them, it was cruel and cold but you’d never leave. They turn to face you now, their anger still present despite the last hour of releasing it onto your old partner. They don’t miss the way you’re shaking, the shallow breaths as you try and keep your tears to yourself. As much as you hate their violence, you hate their disappointment in you more.

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You’re sitting in Joonie’s lap for what you call the debriefing of your punishment, this happened way too often in your opinion. You look down but he wasn’t having it today, tilting your head to look at him by your chin.

“Why did you get punished today little love?” He starts the same way as usual.

“I went out without telling you guys where I was going or who with,” you say while fiddling with your fingers out of nervous habit.

“And?” Hobi sits across from you in a chair, legs straddling the back and an elbow rested on top with his fist holding up his face. Hobi was hardest to pacify, he was ruthless and unforgiving and while that didn’t extend to you, you still had a hard time with his stubborn anger.

“I met up with Kai, and I let him touch me,” you’ve done this too many times before to not know how it worked. Kai’s ‘touch’ obviously meant nothing to you but for them it was the worst crime anyone could commit against their little love.

You remember the time you nearly tripped in the park and a guy steadied you politely, but you still had to hold Jungkook back from throwing hands.

“Kookie would you rather I fell and hurt myself?” No he hadn’t wanted that so he grumbled in agreement still seething but you cooled it down. “Instead of hitting him maybe you should thank him,” it was a joke but it made the youngest scoff.

“Baby girl why can’t you just be good?” Namjoon’s sigh brings you back to the present. “Why do you always have to test us like this?”

You didn’t mean to, you want to say it but the words are stuck below the sob in your throat. You actually whimper as his tone, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. He hadn’t even told you off properly, but you already felt like a mess as he bathed you in his disappointment. That was the common consequence of your actions and you hated it, you couldn’t do anything right.

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“Jin do you need help with the food?” You ask your eldest boyfriend politely, he was frowning and you thought it was because today’s meal was too much for him to handle alone, his tone of voice made you realise it was because of you.

“No, I’m alright,” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks and you’re left gaping at him like a fish. Jin loved it when you cooked with him, it was your bonding time without the others, although Yoongi would join you from time to time. The others also tried but Jin wouldn’t let them anywhere near the kitchen, they hogged you enough anyway.

You feel your soul deflate, still standing there as he ignored you.

“Are you mad at me too?”

The way you said it made his heart twinge with guilt, but the others were right you wouldn’t learn and your first betrayal was still fresh on their minds. He sighs and you turn away, refusing to crying in front of them for the tenth time that day. What was wrong with you? Ever since that day where they found out who you really were you felt like you werent enough anymore, you tried so hard to make up for it all but you kept messing up. You weren’t like this before, but after seeing the hurt you put them through you were constantly on edge and second guessing yourself. You wish you could go back and stop them from ever finding out.

Jin hears the sniffle as you walk away and he can’t go through with it.

“Wait little love,” he calls for you. “I forgot to cut the onions, would you mind?”

You shake your head, you didn’t mind, but you didn’t trust your voice to answer for you. Youre grateful to Jin for giving you this task, it hides the fact you’re crying, but you know he doesn’t miss it.

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Jimin and Taehyung were giving you narrowed stern gazes through dinner, it put you off your food which resulted in getting told off by Jin just after he branched out to you in the kitchen.

You felt alone, like the seven men you loved were against you and there was no one to blame but yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly before getting up and removing yourself from the dinner table and dining room, ignoring all of their stares. You decide maybe an early night is best, you could start again fresh tomorrow. You don’t get too far up the stairs before a hand pulls you back, you turn to see Jimin with Tae a few steps behind him.

You’re so used to seeing them laugh and play around that it feels like you’re looking at different people. Even during missions or gun fights, the youngest three were always joking their way through the bloodshed, keeping scores of who got the most headshots and other grotesque games. You remember the time Jimin and Tae called you during he middle of a shoot out, arguing with you and each other over who you loved more out of the two while you begged them to not get shot or killed.

“Why did you go see him Y/n?” Jimin asked, he wore the demeanour he used for enemies and it takes you back to that night.

“I... h-he said he wanted to see me to catch up,” you explain but you know it’ll fall on deaf ears.

“And you thought that was a good idea, to see your old cop buddy?” His tone makes you feel stupid, you weren’t stupid.

“He was my friend Jimin,” you say in disbelief, you know in the end it was a mistake but at the time it didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.

“You’re ours,” Taehyung moved forward, towering over you even though he’s a step below you. His face is close to your own, eyes burning into yours as he looks disgusted at the words that left your mouth as if they’re still attached to you. “How do you think we felt when you went to see another detective? Do you have any idea what was going through our heads?”

“Tae I love you,” you lean away from him, searching his face for a hint of softness and love in his gaze, but there was only fire. “You know I wouldn’t, you all know I wouldn’t, I left that life for you why would I turn back to it?”

He stalks away from you without a word, Jimin close behind, giving you a final cold glance before leaving you alone. You thought your love could make them better but if anything you made their darkness worse.

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Jungkook needed to vent, the only way he knew how was physically. Obviously it wasn’t the cleverest thing he’s done, taking rounds with the punching bag only to open up the cuts on his hand from beating the bastard earlier. He mutters a few curse words under his breath, why did you make matters worse? Maybe they were being harsh on you before today, finding any excuse to punish you a little, test your boundaries and see if you would run, but today they honestly feared that was what happened. They thought you chose to leave them and go back to the life you had before them, but they’d never let you go, they couldn’t let you go. Despite everything you loved them and they worshipped the ground you walked on. You were everything for them now, there’s be no point to any of them without you. Why didn’t you understand that?

He throws another punch to the bag, spreading his blood across them, it hurt like hell, but the thought of you running back to your old partner still played on all of their minds. He wanted to cry, he wanted to find you and beg you to never leave them, they’d be nothing without you.

There’s a knock on the door and he finds you on the other side, waiting for permission to come in. You never waited for permission, it makes him frown, maybe they were too harsh on you today. He could see you shuffling your weight, insecurity screaming through your eyes, you feared his rejection more than his anger.

He notices the first aid kit in your hand, you must’ve heard him. He doesn’t let the fluttering in his chest reach his face as he sits on the bench, waiting for you to come to him.

His gaze is expectant, daring you to cross the threshold and face him, you were no coward, you didn’t fear them the way others did, why were you behaving so meekly now? You force yourself to move and sit beside him, setting the kit down and pushing your hair back behind your ears. He doesn’t move his gaze away from you, even with the sweat and hair hanging in front of his face.

You carefully take a his hand into yours, sucking air between your teeth at how injured it was.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself because of me,” you say, eyes on his bloodied knuckle as you press the ointment against the open wounds. “Are you sure you want me to stay, I keep hurting you...”

You try to sound like you’re joking, that you’re okay and the hurt isn’t weighing you down with your doubts. He frowns, they really did take it too far. He sets down the cotton wool from your grasp, taking both of hands into his before kissing each finger delicately without letting you look away.

“You’re perfect little love,” Jungkook says, reassuring you with no question in his voice. “We’re the ones who don’t deserve you, we’re mean and cruel but we’re never letting you go.”

You remember how loving they were before that night, maybe while they accepted the truth at face value they could never really forgive you in their hearts. Maybe that’s why they were being like this, they didn’t love you the same way anymore.

“Do you love me?” You had to know, the doubt was eating you alive.

He looks at you as if you’re insane, maybe you are, you don’t know anymore.

“Little love, don’t you see how much we love you?” He asks sincerely. “We would do anything for that love even if it made you hate us, you belong with us, and no one is going to take you away.”

You could see the crazed look in his face grow as he spoke, you believed him, the honestly worn like a heart on a sleeve. But his answer bought a wave clarity to your hazed vision, you made them like this, you made them worse, you had to leave.

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[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.

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[neverinadream]

If I Could Call You Half Mine - Part Five

Summary: Every story has a beginning and this is the beginning of theirs

Song: Bad Habit - Ben Platt

Masterlist

How many times have you picked up a book and judged it by its cover to determine whether or not it's worthy of your time to read? We've all done it. Or maybe you've read the first couple of lines to make this decision. After all, the first paragraph of any book is how we set the tone for the rest of the story. It tries to grab the reader's attention by giving them a hint of what was to come.

Shakespeare tells the audience that Romeo and Juliet isn't a story with a happy ending. It's full of rivalry, bloodshed and a star-crossed love affair that ultimately takes the lives of the main characters. Sure, Mason and y/n's love story won't end in bloodshed, public brawls and the two of them taking their lives, but every story needs a beginning.

And this is theirs.

*Five Months Ago*

Y/n had been avoiding Mason all week, their kiss still burned in the back of her mind and lingering on her lips. She made the mistake of kissing him back, holding on so tight she was afraid she could break her fingers because of how tight they gripped his shirt. She made the mistake of liking the kiss, enjoying how his hands felt as they held her waist, enjoying how his tongue tasted of vodka as it glided against hers. But most of all, she made the mistake of allowing herself into agreeing to sneak off with him for a quickie in the toilet cubicle.

Fuck the feelings of the man she told she loved him two months into their relationship, right? Forget about that warm, fuzzy feeling she had the second she laid her eyes on Daniel? How could any of that matter when the one person she pined after for years makes her feel that good? But it had to matter. It had to matter to her. She couldn't get herself involved in something that couldn't go anywhere. What fun would an affair be?

Today was her dad and stepmother's wedding, she was attending alone because Daniel couldn't get out of a work thing. A work thing. It was always a work thing with Daniel. He had yet to meet her dad, the most important man in her life, and he had only ever met Mason once, let alone the rest of her friends. People were beginning to wonder if Daniel was even real.

The ceremony was beautiful, y/n overjoyed to see her dad so happy once again. Her stepsisters had been bridesmaids, stealing the show as they walked ahead of their mum, throwing white and baby blue petals, most of them being thrown onto the guests and not on the floor. She had even shed a few tears, something she couldn't easily do.

"Y/n?"

Y/n turned her head in the direction of the voice, her heart stopping as she spies Mason standing on the edge of the dance floor. She hadn't seen him at the ceremony, only the other members of his family. She let go of Victoria's hands, telling her she would be back in a minute.

"You look beautiful," Mason's eyes take in her dress, nothing too elegant but the navy blue colour brought out her eyes, "really, really beautiful."

"I didn't know you were here," y/n replies, ignoring his compliment as best as she could, but the flush on her cheeks couldn't go unnoticed. "Is Georgia with you?" She asks, looking to the table where his family was seated but couldn't find her.

"I came straight here after training," he tells her, sliding his hands into his trousers pockets, "and I didn't ask her to come." She frowns, knitting her eyebrows together. Why wouldn't he bring his girlfriend? "Where's Daniel?" His eyes flicker around the room, yet to see the person who got to call y/n his.

"He had work thing." Mason scoffs, shaking his head, mumbling along the lines of, isn't it always a work thing with him? Y/n frown turned into a scowl. She was beginning to think that Mason didn't like Daniel, even though he hadn't done anything to Mason to make him dislike him. "What's that supposed to mean?" She questions him.

Mason shrugs his shoulders. "I just find it funny every time there's a chance for people to meet him, he suddenly has a work thing." His shoulders roll back, squaring his chest. "Kind of makes you wonder if he's-"

"I suggest you think before you finish that sentence!"

She turns on her heels, apologising to Victoria, who wanted her to dance again, as she headed for the patio doors. The after party was being hosted at the hotel Sandra, her stepmother, helped to run, making it easier for guests who have travelled who needed accommodation for the night. It was one of those expensive, stately type hotels, where only the rich stayed, with big gardens and water fountains with ridiculous water features.

She cursed under her breath as she stumbled on the gravelled path, sending daggers at the tiny white pebbles as she stomped across onto the grass. There was a great oak tree she used to hide under, whenever she visited the hotel to help Sandra as a teenager. It was far from the rest of the party and the perfect spot to help her calm down and think.

An irritable cry of frustration left her lips as she kicked off her heels, not caring about the mud underneath her feet. In fact, y/n rather liked the feeling of mud and grass under her bare feet; she thought there was something so natural about it. She leant her back up against the tree, the bark scratching her back as she falls back with a thump. But, again, she didn't care.

"Y/n!"

Y/n groans as she hears Mason calling out her name, hand balling into a fist as she hits it against the trunk. "Just go back inside!" She calls out, hoping the wind carries her voice.

"No can do, sweetheart," Mason tells, her appearing on her right. He leans against the tree, fingers walking up her bare arm, chuckling as she rips her arm away.

"Don't call me that-"

"Why not?" He counters, interrupting her. He slipped his hand back into his trouser pocket. "You liked it when I called you it the other night," he says, a stupid cocky grin forming as she glares at him, "you liked it when I called you a lot of things." He pushed off the trunk, taking a step until his chest was brushed up against her side. His head dipped to her shoulder, bottom lip brushing long her exposed skin, travelling across her shoulder and up her neck. "I remember how you liked it when I called you my good girl-"

"Just stop it!" Y/n snaps, pushing him away with her elbow. She turned to face him, wanting to slap the grin right off his face. "Why are you doing this? Why are you bringing it up?" She shouts at him, tears burning her eyes as she struggles to keep her anger in check. "It shouldn't have happened and, here you are, bringing it up like it's normal for two people, in loving relationships, to sleep with each other!"

"I don't love Georgia," he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, "and you mustn't love Daniel to have cheated on him."

"I do love Daniel," she fires back, wiping away the tears, he wasn't worth them, "I love Daniel so much and you had..." She runs her hands over her face, muffling her cries as her words are strangled in her throat. She takes a deep breath, her bottom lip quivering as she is overcome with emotion. "You've done this before to me," y/n says, her voice barely above a whisper, "you ruined my last relationship." It was like all the dots were connecting together and it ached her heart to ever think it might be true. "Why Mason? Do you get a kick out of seeing me upset and broken?" Y/n begs for an answer. "Please tell me you do because you've accomplished what you've clearly set out to do!"

"It takes two to tango, sweetheart," he reminded her she was just as responsible for what had happened as much as he was. Except, Mason didn't regret it.

"Stop calling me that! You don't get to call me that!"

Mason nods his head, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. "Does Daniel get to call you it then? Does the man you claim to love get to call you sweetheart?" Does he get to call you his good girl?" He rattles off several questions, his cockiness yet to disappear as it mixes with irritation. "Did you still love him when I fucked you, hmm? Did you still love him the next time he fucked you? Who was better: me or him? It was me, wasn't it? Had to have been with the way you begging for it."

"Shut up!" Y/n surprises herself at how loud she shouts at him, her hands clamping over her ears so she couldn't hear him anymore. The things he was saying, the way he was acting, it was all foreign to her, a version of Mason she had never seen before. She steps out onto the grass, individual blades of grass peeking out from between her toes. "I want you to leave," she keeps her back turned to him, gradually dropping her hands to her sides, "I want you to leave and...I never want to see you again." It broke her heart to say it but if she wanted to have a real chance with Daniel then Mason couldn't be in her life.

"You don't mean that." His fingers moved up the backs of her arms as he moved to stand behind her, leaving gooseberry in their way. Her hair was pinned up, giving him full access to the backs of her shoulders. "You don't mean that," he repeats, lips ghosting over the back of her neck, "tell me you don't mean it."

"I mean it," she stutters, her head involuntarily leaning back as he presses a soft kiss to the spot behind her ear, "I love Daniel and you're ruining it for me."

"I'm not doing anything, sweetheart," he mumbles, continuing to press kisses along her neck. His hands dropped to hold her waist, his fingers bunching the fabric up, but her hands come over his, trying to stop him. "Do you regret it?" He asks, his voice was low in her ear. "Tell me you love Daniel and that you regret it," he tells her, removing his hands from under hers to place them over hers, interlocking their fingers together, "do that and I'll walk away. I'll do as you say and you'll never see me again."

Mason continued to kiss her neck, sucking on the base and earning a whimper as his tongue came out to soothe the patch of skin. She knew he was trying to distract her from his question, to make her forget and snare her in his trap. But she didn't even know if she regretted it. Of course, she loves Daniel but she didn't regret what happened with Mason.

"I need that answer, sweetheart," he tells her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Of course, I love Daniel," Mason groans as she speaks, "but..." She loosens their hands and turns herself around to face him. "But I think a part of me doesn't regret what happened," she admits. Her fingers play with the buttons on his shirt, trying not to look him in the eye. "But I also can't leave him and Georgia doesn't deserve to be another notch on your bedpost," she hurries to say, not wanting to give him the wrong impression, "so this has to end here."

"Does it?" He pulls her gaze up to him, eyebrows raised as she questions him. "Does it have to end?" He repeats her own words.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" She releases an awkward laugh, attempting to defuse the tension. "Have an affair? Let it draw out for a couple of months until all parties are broken and damaged?" Mason tilts his head to the side, mulling it over. She shakes her head, taking a step back. "I was joking, Mason," she tells him, a little in disbelief he would even think about it, "I won't be one of those people."

"Sweetheart, we already are those people," he disagrees with her. She chews her bottom lip, nodding her head as he tells her the truth. "So we don't call it an affair-"

She scoffs. "If it looks like a duck and sounds like a duck, it's a duck, Mason!"

He groans, shaking his head as she interrupts what he was going to say. "Just listen to me, okay," she nods her head, "I stay here with you tonight, we do what we need to do to get whatever this is out of our systems, and, in the morning, if it doesn't feel right, we'll forget any of this ever happened."

"And if not?"

"And if not, we have to decide if we're going to have an affair or if we decide to leave our partners." Mason looks down at her, brushing a curl from out of her face. She leaned into his touch, hating herself for it. "What do you say?" He asks, bringing his fingers back down her arm. "Do we have a deal?"

"Deal."

*Present Day*

Mason's knuckles rattle against the front door to y/n's apartment, impatiently waiting for someone to answer the door. "Come on, come on, come on," he murmurs, swinging his wrist with more pressure. A few more seconds pass, his patience levels being picked away as he continues to wait for someone to answer the door. "Y/n!" Mason's quick to say her name, groaning when he sees Sam.

"Good morning to you too," Sam fires back, hand resting on the door frame, blocking his path. He knew why he was here, y/n had told him she had left him a voicemail last night, specifically after he had told her not to. "She's in her room," he tells her, jabbing his long finger against his chest, "and I know everything. Now, you better buck up your ideas and do the right thing, or fuck off!"

"Why'd you think I'm here?" Mason rhetorically asks, brushing Sam finger away. "I'm here to do the right thing."

Notes: The next part will be the last part of this series but it has been fun writing this

Tag: @ofxinnocence (who asked to be tagged in the new chapter)

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