#took me a month to finally complete this piece 😭

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Hello

I just saw your post with the fragile SO and honestly I loved it sooo much ❤️

Now I wanted to request kinda of a follow up. Like what if before you died you wrote them a letter, saying how much you love them and how they made your last days on earth so memorable and stuff like that. And they found it, like maybe a month or so after your death. How would they all react? (I'm specially curious of Capitano because you said you thought he would think that he killed you 😭)

I really love your writing and I plan to make more request in the future 👋

-🦎

♡𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐝 ♡

synopsis: The Harbingers are made of steel, unflinching in any possible situation. But it seems that even such strong beings falter in the face of their lover's death, especially after they find a letter you left behind. Can be read as a part 2 to this.

includes: all harbingers (platonic pulcinella) w/ gn! reader

notes: Hop on the angst train, everyone. This is the first completely angsty thing I've written, and probably one of my favorites + longest pieces. I hope you enjoy this sadness, anon...!

Pierro:

Pierro carried on. He went about his day, filing paperwork, assigning duties to new recruits. What could he do? There was no time to mourn. The entire Fatui depended on his guidance and orders. He couldn’t just drop everything to fully devote himself to grieving you. But everyone knew - in any spare moment he had, he was thinking about you. Thinking about how he used to be able to go home to you waiting for him. Thinking about the walks he took with you that were heartwarming despite the body-chilling temperature. Thinking about when you were alive.

It was another day when one of your maids came to him with a piece of paper. Of course, she was terrified at being in the presence of the Harbinger, but she presented a folded piece of paper to him, stating that she had found it while cleaning your room. Pierro hadn’t been in there for a while. He was consciously trying his best to avoid it, choosing to pick up work instead. He nodded and the maid quickly scurried out of the room. It was most likely a final memento from you. He should honor that, he thought as he took off his mask.

Dear Pierro,

Hello there, my love. I hope your day wasn’t too tiring. I know how you’re always swamped with your Fatui business and such. You’re the head Harbinger, you know! You should definitely abuse your power to get some more days off. You didn’t hear that from me though, not like I wanna keep you to myself or anything. Totally not because I’m dying to spend some more time with you before I quite literally die. 

You know, sometimes I wish I was a Fatui soldier just so that I could admire you from afar some more. Those recruits are damn lucky, getting to see you more than I do. I don’t mean to complain though. I’m still tremendously grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying the best moments of my life with you. Yeah, even when I made jokes you still had that stoic look on your face but it was still hilarious. I loved when you would wrap me in your coat and tell me stories about Khaenri’ah. Even when you weren’t here, I loved when these random recruits would be scurrying to my room every so often to deliver your handwritten notes. 

Truly, there’s no life I’d rather live than this one… minus the illness part though. I am sorry to make you shoulder another death, my dear, but I love you greatly. I will always be with you.

Quietly, Pierro put the paper down and rubbed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Ever since the fall of his nation, his heart had long gone numb. He had tried to ignore the prickling of his heart after your death, but your letter was really rubbing it on. When was the last time mere words could stir up such emotion in him? He didn’t know. But he promised you, this would not be your final resting place. Pierro knew, after fulfilling the Tsaritsa’s promise, he would see you again.

Capitano:

Capitano wasn’t very photogenic. After all, all you saw was a helmet shrouding his face in darkness along with his pitch-black armor and clothes. But you had insisted on taking a variety of pictures with him, claiming that it kept you happy. It wasn’t until later on when he stumbled across a scrapbook, with pages covered in photos of the two of you together, that he understood why. Since then, he let you do as you please. The doctors said it was good for you to keep occupied by doing things you liked. And well, it was rather cute, with all the decorations and fancy tape you added. Capitano often found himself looking at it to see what you added when you weren’t around.

But ever since your death, he hadn’t looked at it since. If he did, he didn’t think he’d be able to control the emotions boiling up inside of him. If he looked at your smiling face again, the pain and regret would be too much to bear. But as the days passed by and he continued to think about you, he couldn’t help but flip open the scrapbook, revisiting the memories he made with you so long ago. He flipped until he found a envelope in the middle, causing him to perk up. It had been sealed perfectly, even stamped with one of his seals. Now, Capitano didn’t want to invade your privacy, but what was inside called to him too much, and he very carefully unsealed it with a knife. Inside was a piece of parchment, similar to the ones he used to send you letters.

My knight,

I’m writing this after you just left for an expedition. You’ve just fed me breakfast (a/d fa//ed, but it’s f/ne b/ca/se it w/s c/te.) (The ending part of the sentence has been erased, but it’s still a bit readable.) We took an early bath together, and you helped me choose a nice outfit for today. You dutifully assisted me with my medicine and tucked me back into bed for some rest. Lastly, you’ve just tenderly kissed me with all the love in the world, my favorite part of course.

It’s too bad that I won’t be able to receive any more of your kisses soon. I think the sickness is really catching up to me, haha. (There are some doodles of the two of you randomly drawn in the middle of the paper, with lots of hearts and stars and rainbows. Maybe you stopped because you didn’t know how to continue.) To be honest, I’ve asked the doctors not to tell you, and somehow, they’ve listened to me. I just don’t want you to worry about me. Somehow, for someone as menacingly looking as you, you worry a lot more than I thought (no offense, though.)

I don’t want you to blame yourself for anything, my love. You genuinely made my life so, so much better. Even towards the end, I can only feel happiness that I was able to share some of my life with someone so incredible. You aren’t a monster. You’re the man I love dearly, the one who many people look up to all the time. You did everything and more, which really warms my heart.

I’m saying this because I know how you are and I need to knock some sense into you before you start getting any crazy ideas. Please don’t beat yourself up. If I could choose my destiny, I’d rather choose to be sick and be with you rather than being healthy. I’d choose you again and again, over and over, my dear. I love you, truly.

Carefully folding the letter, he tucked it into the envelope again and resealed it. He snugly placed it back into the scrapbook and closed it, placing it back into the drawer where he usually kept it. Capitano was used to the grief and destruction that war brought. But he wasn’t used to it when love brought these feelings upon him. His heart still hurt - terribly so - but… your letter seems to have brought him some peace. You would forever be in his heart.

Columbina:

It had been a while since your death. By now, everyone had become accustomed to hearing her songs every day. It was a constant reminder of your passing. Oftentimes,  Columbina had begun to stay in your room longer than her own. You were gone, but something about your space soothed her soul a bit from all the grief she was going through. And she also liked to go through your stuff and remember different things about you.

There was a box that contained a compilation of the many songs and poems she gifted you, along with some that you created yourself with her help. Sometimes, she liked to go through the box and think about you, but she never had the time to inspect every piece. Until now, when she noticed that there was an unfamiliar piece of paper that she didn’t recognize. Columbina picked it up and began to read.

My lovely melody,

Lately, I’ve begun to sing more. I think you’ve inspired me. I hope you don’t mind me stealing that one song you like to hum the most. The only problem is that I don’t have enough stamina to sing for that long, and I think my voice is kind of off-key. But I promise I’m working on it! I’m not going to tell you yet because I want to surprise you with something nice, as a thank you for taking care of me for so long.

Actually, there’s another problem, and it’s that… (it seems that you wrote a lot of words here and then scratched them out; perhaps you were unsure how to word it) Well, I guess I don’t really know if I’ll live long enough to perform for you. It’s been kind of tough lately. But I’m going to persevere for you. Your poems have been helping a lot. We should make a book of them one day. And um, in the case that I don’t make it, I would like you to know how happy you made me.

I always got so giddy when I heard you humming down the hallway. Nothing felt better than when you would croon to me and massage my scalp and play with my hair. You are so comforting and sweet, and just - lots of things that would be too much to write. I always feel eternally fortunate that I was able to have a lover as amazing as you. You really did change my life. I love you very much, Columbina. Please don’t forget me.

Columbina’s usual smile had turned into a downward curve. Oh, how she wished she could hear you sing. Your usual voice and laugh had already been angelic to her, she knew your songs would be beautiful too. But you were no longer here. She would have really loved to hear your song. You would have been the best duet partner. But perhaps, you could hear her songs from the other world as she laid on your coffin once again.

Dottore:

Dottore hadn’t entered your room since your death. He was far too busy with his research and experimentation with resurrection. Mourn you? No, no, you weren’t going to be dead for long, after he finds the answer. You would be back in his arms soon enough. Both of you would be fine. That was, until no matter how hard he researched, he always seemed to hit a dead end. It was frustrating. He couldn’t believe it, but he was at the point where he willingly needed a couple of minutes to rest. Dottore headed to his room, but as he placed his hand on the doorknob, something stopped him and he looked over to the room next to his, yours. He silently walked over and opened your room, having not been in it for a while. The only reason you didn’t share a room was that his was very… bland, boring, not very comfortable, and not spacious enough for the medical equipment.

It was the same as he had left it, not bothering to change anything. You liked to decorate it, and he let you. Framed photos of the two of you were on the dresser, lights hung up around the room. It seemed to make you happy. But there was something he had not noticed before - a slip of paper sticking out from under the pillow. Dottore walked over and took off his mask - something he unconsciously tended to do when it was just the two of you - and opened the folded paper.

To Zandik,

I remember when you first took interest in me, looking at me up and down with your mask on, a wide smirk on your face. I knew my parents said they hired someone intelligent to cure me, but I sure didn’t expect it to be the second Harbinger. I think you already know this, but when I saw you, I was kinda scared for my life. And I was for a while, especially when you made me drink the most hellish concoctions and injected strange things into me. But long story short, I still fell in love with you somehow. Even though you were probably trying so hard just because you wanted to solve the mystery of my illness, I couldn’t help but think you were quite handsome when you focused on something so intensely. Your pointy teeth were the cutest. (The previous sentence has been erased but Dottore could still make it out. You were an idiot, he thinks.)

I don’t mean to insult your intelligence or skill… but I don’t think I’m going to make it, Dottore. I know you’ve been trying really, really hard (I was there the whole time, after all) to help cure me, but I think you know better than me about my condition. So yeah. I guess this is my goodbye… my parting letter.

I know you don’t care about anyone or anything really, but I hope you accept it when I say I genuinely enjoyed our time together. Yea, you were hella terrifying and a lot of scary stories drifted about you, but there was a lot of maniacal laughter and you rambling on about things I had no clue about, but I would always happily listen to you, Zandik. I would write more, but I don’t think you’re one for sappy words and stuff like that. So I’ll leave end it here. I love you very much.

His mouth was a straight thin line at the end of your letter. Dottore put his mask back on and tucked your letter into his coat. For once, he couldn’t blame someone for insulting his intelligence. He did fail, after all. But Dottore was no stranger to failure. Experimentation was a series of trials and errors, failures and successes. He swore to himself that you would not be a failure. Perhaps his journey to Sumeru, the land of wisdom, would grant him some more insight for your resurrection.

Pulcinella:

It was just after your funeral. Surprisingly, all the Harbingers had gathered too. It seemed like they had grown somewhat fond of you after Pulcinella introduced you to them, at least enough to attend your funeral. Pulcinella was grateful. He had spoken a few words in memory of you. He couldn’t keep everyone for long. They had other matters to attend to. But in his heart, he had a lot of dear words for you. 

Pulcinella sat down at his desk, deciding to do some paperwork to distract his mind. He pulled out the drawer to retrieve some items but he noticed a piece of paper stuffed to the back of it. He certainly had not put that there. He reached for it and opened it to read the contents.

Hey Papanella,

Do you like that nickname I came up with? I haven’t said it to you yet because I’m not sure how you’ll react. But I think it’s pretty cute. I haven’t said this out loud yet either but… um, I guess you’re like my dad to me. My own parents never cared much for me after my illness proved to be too much work, but you always treated me so kindly. So yeah. Thanks for being a father figure to me. Archons, this is kind of embarrassing.

I’m admitting this because I don’t know how much longer I have. I know you’re always encouraging me to keep living on, and I really do appreciate it. I’m sincerely trying my best, but I think my sickness has been getting worse. Ah, and thanks for introducing me to the Harbingers. They’re pretty scary but they’re kind of cool when you get to know them. Some of them are cute too. Please don’t tell them I said that. But really, for the longest time, I thought my life would amount to nothing, and that no one would remember me. But you proved me wrong. I truly enjoyed spending the last of my days doing old people stuff with you (just kidding of course!)

I’m going to ask you to tell me lots of more stories when I see you again. They really make my day. I like the ones about you in your youth the best. They’re the funniest. Anyway, I love you, gramps. Don’t miss me too much.

Pulcinella was old. He had seen things be built and broken down, people come and go. But he always hated it the most when he had to see youngsters go before he did. Especially innocent ones who had done nothing wrong. He just prayed, that whichever world you were in now, treated you better than this one did.

Scaramouche:

Ever since your death, the soldiers had been on the receiving end of Scaramouche’s insults even more. No longer were you here to hastily save them from his berating, much to their dismay.  They actually appreciated you for stopping Scaramouche from giving them another verbal (and sometimes even physical) beating. But now if he wasn’t yelling at someone, he was deathly silent, which was why even scarier than his words. Everyone knew they were forbidden from speaking about you in his presence.

When Scaramouche had to visit Inazuma for whatever reason, he always found himself walking towards your house. Once he had came across the Tenryou Commission moving your items out of your house, due to no one living there anymore and the want for someone else to buy it. Needless to say, he swiftly dealt with them and sent them on their way with rage. They had tried a few more times and he did not hold back, until later they stopped coming, apparently after the head shrine maiden gave an order on the behalf of the Shogun to leave the residence alone. Hmph.

He doesn’t know why he keeps coming here, the only thing that’s different is the new collection of dust on the dresser. But the want to see you again keeps calling him, only to leave Scaramouche sorely disappointed. He thinks he knows every nook and cranny of your house, that is until he walks on a floorboard that caves in and nearly makes him fall. He’s about to lose his temper until he sees a piece of paper hidden under the floor. The words die in his throat as he picks it up to inspect.

To my beloved Kunikuzushi,

As I write this, you’re probably yelling at some unfortunate Fatui soul and they’re all trembling in their boots. Haha, I wish I was there to see that. You should be nicer, you know. But it is kinda funny to see you mad. I hope you come back soon… it’s getting too quiet around here without your quips and remarks.

But I know as you read this, I’m no longer alive. Kuni, I… (There are wrinkled spots around this area, presumably from your tears.)

I love you, and I don’t want rage and hatred to consume you again. I’m sorry to make your heart bear such pain again. It may be fruitless to say this, but please don’t blame yourself… it was out of our control. Please know I enjoyed every moment with you, whether you were cursing at some guy who bumped into me, even when you teased me relentlessly, or silently crying in my arms about your fate. But my favorite part was your soft smiles which grew more frequent. You are loved very much by me too. I want to see you smile more, many more times before I- (The rest of the sentence was scribbled over with a pen, making it unreadable.)

I wish I didn’t have to depart so soon… I wish I was born someone else, someone more strong and healthier… if I was, would our story be different, Kuni? Perhaps we’ll meet again one day… hopefully, sooner rather than later, and maybe I won’t be the same as I am now, but…

Will you wait for me, Kunikuzushi?

Scaramouche hated when he cried. He felt weak, stupid, and disgusting, especially when you were there. And somehow, he couldn’t help but feel worse than that when he finished reading your letter. He was never favored by the Gods, having been betrayed by one already. It seemed as though he was always fated to be betrayed by people he cared about. But he knew deep down that you didn’t betray him, he did instead by not being able to protect and save you. In an effort to bury his despair, anger, and grief, he would wipe himself clean of foolish human emotions, ready to ascend to godhood with his creator’s Gnosis…

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino’s days had been exactly the same ever since your death. They were the same as before she had met you too. Bland. Boring. Dull. It was after your passing that she truly realized how much your presence had added some thrill and color into her life. Now they were empty. But she was used to that. She had felt that way for a long time.

Arlecchino didn’t do much in her room besides sleep. Her room wasn’t anything special, just the standard and rich master bedroom. That was, until you took it upon yourself to decorate it. She hadn’t bothered to change it despite the style being very much different from hers. Today she had come in briefly to retrieve some documents under her bed. But, there was a random piece of paper there, collected dust on top of it, most likely from being placed there a long time ago. Arlecchino opened the folded paper and was greeted with your handwriting.

To my sunshine,

I bet you’re wondering why the hell I chose “sunshine” of all names. Even I can admit that you are nothing like sunshine. But I wanted to spice things up a bit, and to be honest, you bring a lot of sunshine into my heart and dreary little life, despite your stone-cold face. So yeah! I don’t think I can call you that to your face though. It’d be too scary.

I didn’t tell you, but I’ve had some people ask me why I chose to stay with you despite my health being what it is. My answer is always very easy - I love you, Arlecchino. Plain and simple. They don’t know how you are with me (which I’m kinda glad for… I want to keep this side of you to myself; yes, I know I’m greedy.) The way your lips quirk up for a split second then always turn downwards because you don’t want anyone to see. The way your eyes soften for a bit when I tell a corny joke. Or when I do anything actually. Your facial expressions are pretty cute.

Ahem, moving on from that, I guess you can say that I’m not too scared to say these things because I might be leaving you soon. Not of my free will, of course. Rather, it seems like the time my illness is allowing me to live is limited. Hopefully, you don’t notice anything off about me. I don’t think I could explain all of this in person… 

But I am really thankful to you for sticking by my side for so long. Even though you don’t tell me, I know sometimes you lament about your lack of ability to be verbally and affectionately comforting. But I hope you know that I don’t really care about that. You are more than enough for me. You’ve done a lot more than you think. I’m forever appreciative, my dear.

Arlecchino was left speechless, the usual bite in her throat died down. As someone who had few kind words to say to others, having such sweetness directed at her was not something she was used to. But of course, a part of her wasn’t surprised, because the only person who’d utter such things was you. It pained her, and even the children who cried after your death, greatly. But whenever she needed a reminder of you, she would uncharacteristically gently trace her fingertips over the words of your letter.

La Signora:

Everyone knew to stay out of La Signora’s way after your death. She was cruel before, but your passing seemed to reignite all the flames of anguish and hatred she harbored deep inside her broken heart. Once again, her walls had been put up to be unbreakable.

Rosalyne had gifted you a lot of makeup and accessories. She liked to experiment on you and liked it when you tried it yourself too. You had kept everything in a nice big box so nothing would get lost. One day she felt drawn to it again. She knew she was missing you dearly again, and although opening it would just cause her heartache, she couldn’t help but pry it open to see how you kept it. But on top was a hastily folded letter, stained a bit by the surrounding makeup, tucked into a small compartment. She flipped it open and began to scan the contents.

My dearest Rosalyne,

Hello there, pretty lady. You know, that’s the first thing I thought when I saw you. Tall pretty lady. Did you know that? Now you do. Anyway, I was wondering - how many of your flame moths can you create at a time?? Can you make them form a heart or something? 

Haha, I’m sorry for beating around the bush. The truth is I don’t know how much longer I have left. No matter how much warmth your moths provide me, for some reason, I always feel the chill of death creeping up my spine…

I don’t mean to be your second heartbreak. I’m really sorry… you deserve so much better than that. But for what it’s worth, you made my life a lot better than it was before. I hadn’t had much confidence in myself because of my illness for a long time. But you, Rosalyne… you made me feel like an actual person, as strange as that sounds. I feel like, when I’m with you, you make me feel so loved and special. I’m far from it but I actually feel like royalty. And royalty is really a life worth living. I don’t even know how you did it, but thank you. My life is so, so much happier thanks to you.

Hopefully, I make it a lot longer after I’m writing this letter. Maybe the Gods could finally take pity on me and give me some kind of blessing so I can stay with you longer. But if anything happens, I really, truly love you, Rosalyne. (The end of the letter has an origami moth colored in and taped to it.)

Signora’s hand trembled as she finished your letter. Her heart had returned to being ice, but it felt like her whole body was being swallowed up in red-hot grief and anger. Signora would dedicate herself solely to the Tsaritsa’s noble dream. It was the only thing she could do now, with nothing else to do and no one left for her freezing heart to love. No one could ever hope to understand the grief and pain she’s been through. Perhaps, that was why when she stood in front of the Raiden Shogun’s sword, she did not feel much regret.

Pantalone:

Whenever Pantalone went out, he often found himself looking through the windows of many stores to view their products. It was almost an instinct to pull out a large sum of Mora to buy anything he thought you’d like. And he still did this, only that he stopped halfway every time when he remembered that you were no longer with him. And his heart felt painfully heavy once again, like how heavy his smile felt with the pressure to keep it up.

The silence of his office had become a norm once again, your joyful presence no longer around to brighten it up. Pantalone opted to drown himself in paperwork to ignore it. Actually, he never realized how much the tick of the grandfather clock bothered him until now. Usually, your voice was loud enough to hide it. He sighed and reached for the bottom drawer to get some new pens to sign the documents. But his eyes widened as he saw a paper clearly laid out there, addressed to him at the top. His heart beat quickened as he carefully picked it up and realized it was from you. It seemed like you had experimented with some fancy calligraphy pens he had gotten you a while ago. And you had also stolen every stamp you had from him and stamped all over the paper.

Darling,

Hello, my love. Sorry for all the random stamps. I wanted to see what they looked like. Why does the Fatui need so many different-shaped stamps? You should make one of us, actually. And do you see I’ve been practicing my cursive script? (Indeed, on the back on the paper, your name has been signed in different styles.) I’ve been trying to do my signature all fancy like you. Hopefully, I’m improving.

I am thinking to make you read me a bedtime story tonight. I found a new one that seemed pretty cute. It’s a commoner falling in love with a nobleman… a tale of forbidden romance. It seems to go fine, until the commoner s/cc/mbs to (It seems that you scratched off the rest of the sentence.) Actually, I won’t spoil the ending for you. But by the time you read this letter, we may have finished it already. I’m just going to abuse that pretty voice of yours as much as I can (kidding of course… but no joke. Have you tried some kind of service where you just read things to people? I think you’d make a lot of money from that. I sure would give all my life savings to you.)

I guess since I’m writing this, I should say another thing I’m thinking about. I’m not sure how much longer I can hang on. I’m trying my best because I don’t want to let you down. I know you’ve been trying your best, with all these fancy doctors and equipment, but um… yeah. But I should also say that I’m not regretful having spent my time with you. You made the last days of my life so relaxing, so stress-free, so… nice. I’m glad I don’t need to worry about anything with you. Let’s move on from this, actually.

I’m thinking of a lot of things, actually. I wonder what you made the chef prepare for us tonight. Mhm… I’m getting hungry. Will you feed me dessert again too? Hah, I’m going to miss thinking about such mundane things. Hmm, I think I can hear your voice down the hall, so I’ll wrap this up. I love you.

Pantalone gazed at your words forlornly, his mouth formed into a downwards line. He had never thought the loss of something besides Mora could squeeze his heart so painfully, but here you were, making his eyes sting once again. Blinking back any tears, he made sure to store your letter in a safe place. He made a note to visit your grave today. He’d bring your favorite snack too, and read you a story perhaps.

Sandrone:

It was almost ironic - the puppet master had become a puppet herself. She didn’t speak much to others anymore, choosing to lock herself up in her lab. A part of her debated making some kind of robot or doll replica of you. But it would never be the same. She wouldn’t feel your warmth, or your natural, free laugh. Nothing would be similar.

Sandrone had begun inspections on all of her created robots. It was a grueling process she had gotten used to, but she missed the chirping of your voice as she did so. She worked in silence, opening the compartment of one of them when she was caught off guard by a formerly white paper, caked in dust, inside. The only person who had access to her Automatons was you. So could it possibly be…?

My forever,

I’m actually writing this in the same room as you. You're too preoccupied with your robot building and engineering and all that stuff, so you don’t notice me rushing to write all of this. I’ll make this quick. Actually, it’s hard to concentrate when you look so pretty and intelligent. Ahh, I’m so lucky to have you with me.

I think you’re repairing one of your robots so it can lift us up and take us on a walk. I’m excited. Those are always so much fun. I know you aren’t a sappy person. But I want to make my feelings clear, since I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to watch you unscrew some bolts and hammer down the nails. I don’t need to say it outright, do I? We both know I’ve been getting worse. Neither of us wants to say it out loud, but it’s reality.

Before I go, let me make it clear, since I know you like being blunt. You are my everything. Seeing your cute little robots send me these cute little messages really made my day. I think you told me a long time ago that you didn’t care much about human emotions. I think that’s changed now. I love waking up to see that calm and content expression on your face and watching it become a bit more softer when you see me. You’re more human than you think, you know. Some people think that being cooped up in a lab with a Harbinger is not an ideal way to live. But I beg to differ. I would choose no other way to live as long as I’m with you, Sandrone.

I think you’re finished with your tinkering. I’m going to have one of the robots hide this paper in them. I think some of them like me better than you >:) I wonder how long it’ll be until you find it. Hopefully, you don’t find it too quickly because it’ll be awkward to explain this to you. Either way… I love you dearly, Sandrone.

Sandrone gently brushed off the dust on your letter. She wished she found it sooner. She didn’t know whether it was good or bad her heart was finally feeling some emotion again, but she was grateful to have some final parting words from you. Sandrone had a bubble of inspiration float up in her. She had a good idea of what she was going to build next.

Childe:

Childe had found it after he was cleaning out your apartment in Liyue. He wanted to bring all of your stuff to his home in Snezhnaya. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t throw any of your items away, even the random useless trinkets. Childe’s chest felt hollow as he opened the door to your residence. He expected to see your face brighten and eagerly pull yourself out of bed to hug him. He’d easily lift you off the floor and spin you around, drinking in your gleeful giggles as he pressed his lips to yours. But now it was just the creak of the floorboards as he walked in.

Childe had a memory connected to every piece of clothing that you had. That one he gifted to you for your birthday. Another he remembered twirling you around in on a picnic. One of his sweaters that he doesn't remember you stealing from him, mingled with your scent and his. Archons, his chest hurt so badly, but there was nothing he could do as he neatly placed your items in boxes, emptiness consuming him. He was finishing up the packing when a piece of paper folded in half fell out of one of your pants’ pockets. Childe picked it up and his eyes widened when he recognized your handwriting and his real name. Sitting down on your bed, he began to read.

To my one and only Ajax,

My greatest wish is that you’ll never find and read this letter because it means that we’re living our best lives. We’re happy, content, still deeply in love with each other… living in bliss. 

But if you’re reading this, then we probably didn’t go and do all of the cool and exciting things you wanted us to. I didn’t move to Sneznhnaya and I didn’t meet the rest of your family. We didn’t go travel to all the nations like you wanted to…

Heh, that’s too bad. I was really looking forward to seeing the same sights you saw on your travels. The pretty bloom of Inazuma’s sakura trees, the beautiful snow-covered streets of Snezhnaya. Remember that time you asked me if I wanted to conquer the world with you? Of course, since I can’t ever say no to you, I accepted your proposition. But in my head, I couldn’t help but think that you should probably choose someone who can match your ability and someone who is act/a/ly g/i/g to b/ ali/e. (The previous words have been haphazardly erased, making it hard to make out.)

You know I… (The ink here has bled through the paper, most likely due to you stopping there for a good while.) I don’t even know what to say, I’m just sorry. I don’t wanna leave you, I wanna be by your side forever, wanna be attacked by your cuddles every day. But the only thing I can do now is to make sure you understand that I’m truly grateful for you. No one else has ever cared about me as much as you did. You never stopped believing in me and always smiled when I needed you. You made my feeble life worth living.

Please don’t be sad. Teucer and the rest of your siblings need you. I love you so very much…

He didn’t realize how hard he was digging his fingernails into his skin until he started bleeding through the paper. Childe had been through endless battles, and fought countless enemies, but no wound had ever burned as badly as his heart did right now. Even in the Abyss, he did not feel as bottomless of despair as he felt right now. He wanted to hold you again too, Childe thought. He wanted to kiss you all over and show you how much he loved you. But you were gone, and the letter just solidified it more. He laid down on your bed, hand covering his forehead as he stared blankly at your ceiling. Biting down on his lip hard, he tried to prevent tears from flowing again. He would just go back to being the Tsarista’s weapon again, drowning himself in battle and blood just to feel something after your death.

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[vanillanaps]

As I Lay Dying | Bucky Barnes

Request - if i gave you the prompt “death of a relationship” with mr bucket barnes, could you help give me the best angst ever?

A/n - This is the first fic ive been able to write in over a year. There was a lot of writing and deleting but I think I finally got it right 😭 Anon, I hope this was every thing you asked for.

Category - Bucky Barnes x Reader, angst

Warnings - Infidelity, broken hearts, authors first fic in a year, no hard feelings if it’s shitty, not proof read as always.

Word Count - 1.5k

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When you fall in love, the world you once knew changes in a heartbeat. You find this special someone whom you seem to never stop thinking about. This special someone who can make you smile, even in your saddest moments. This someone who you suddenly want to share every single small detail in your life with. This someone who you fall so madly in love with that you can’t even remember life before them, nor do you want to imagine the rest of your life without them. Love is supposed to be full of happiness, laughs, kisses, hugs, and passionate sex. Love is supposed to make you feel like you’ve been doped up on drugs for the last three years. Love is supposed to make you feel whole, not…empty.

And yet, there you were. You hadn’t moved a single muscle since those words came flowing out the love of your life’s mouth. It almost seemed silly. You questioned yourself, wondering how you didn't see it coming. Had you been so blindly in love that you hadn't noticed your boyfriend slowly slipping through the cracks of your fingers, into the hands of another woman.

Your eyes never left him. Even in a moment like this, those stunning blue eyes still had that soft and innocent charm behind them, even though that was everything he was not. They were low and soft, almost as if they were filled with true remorse, but if they were, he wouldn’t be here, leaving you for another woman. He’d be down on his knees, begging you for your forgiveness.

“Y/n,” Bucky called, a softness in his voice as if he was trying not to startle you, “Please, I just need you to say something–anything.”

“When did it start?” You asked, voice completely shot from the lump that had formed in your throat and refused to leave as your tears ran in a continuous stream down your face, “I just don’t understand Bucky, I mean, we were happy, right? We were in love, we were good!”

Bucky cleared his throat as he crossed his fingers together and lowered his head, “It started a few months ago, at Tony’s new years party.”

Your heart dropped, further than it did before, “But–but,” you took a beat, trying to piece the puzzle together. Confusion, sadness, anger, all mixed into one on your face, “......You proposed to me that night..”

He took a deep breath as his leg bounced anxiously up and down, “Y/n, i’ve never told you the truth about Nat and I.”

If it would have been possible, by now, your heart would’ve been sitting in your lap, “What?”

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Four months ago; One hour til New Year’s

The atmosphere was loud and heavy. It was Tony Stark’s annual New Year’s party and it had never failed to thrive, if anything each year the crowd grew. But Bucky didn’t mind. Not when he’s had you on his arm for the last three parties to make them more tolerable.

Currently, Bucky sat at the bar, nursing his glass of bourbon as he watched you mingle. A small smile on his face as he took in your beauty, wondering how he got so lucky to have someone like you as a lover. Truthfully, he’d never imagined finding happiness, not after all that happened with Hydra. He always thought he was too fucked up to love and to be loved and yet, you loved him for every part of him. The good and the bad.

The presence of someone standing besides Bucky pulled him from his thoughts of you, “You seem happy now.” The voice spoke softly.

Bucky kept his eyes on you and nodded, “I am..”

Nat pauses for a moment as she sips her drink before turning her attention towards you as well. She thought about her next words carefully, knowing that what she was about to say, what she was about to do was completely wrong, but she couldn’t help herself, “....Do you think you ever could’ve loved me the way you love her?”

This time it was Bucky that paused, wondering why now of all time would Natasha ask him this, When he was finally happy, in love and carefree, but nonetheless did he answer, “...I tried to, but you didn’t let me.” He answered honestly, turning his attention away from you and towards the redhead in front of him.

She fought the smile that threatened to appear on her face, finally meeting Bucky’s gaze, “Things were different back then Barnes. I was a Widow and you were my Winter Soldier trainer.”

“Times might’ve been different back then, but my feelings were real Nat, regardless.” Bucky admitted.

This wasn’t right, Nat shouldn’t be doing this. You were her best friend, hell she’s the one who introduced you to Bucky. But, if she was being honest with herself, in her whole life, the only good thing she had was Bucky and she couldn’t help but wonder if her time had expired, “And–what about now?”

Time seemed to slow as her heart beated out of her chest as the two started longingly into each other’s eyes. It was wrong, it was wrong beyond all levels, but they just couldn’t help themselves as they quickly slipped out the backdoor of the party.

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His words ricocheted through your brain as he came clean about history with Nat then told you the truth about the New Year's party. You were at a loss of words, confused on how he had thoughts of you being the one, yet slept with another woman minutes after those thoughts were formed. The man you had loved for the last three years had happened to be a complete stranger to you. He had cheated on you and proposed out of pity. Out of sometype of way to make him feel less of an asshole. To let you go through with started to plan your wedding whilst he was screwing your best friend.

As for Nat, you couldn’t believe she could betray you like this. You didn’t understand why she never told you about her and Bucky’s relationship and you sure as hell didn’t understand why she’d set you up with him if she knew deep down, her feelings were still there. That one day she’d want to try again with Bucky. But instead, she drew the sharpest knife on planet earth and drove it right through your heart. At a time like this, Nat was supposed to be the one you called. The person to pick up snacks, drive over to your house and let you cry on her shoulders for hours. Nat was supposed to pick you up when you were down, not the one kicking you to the ground.

You sobbed as everything sunk in. You weren’t sure on what to do, how to feel, but you knew one thing for sure. You never wanted to see their faces again, from this every moment, Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff were dead to you.

“Get out.” You cried, shaking your head as you shot up from the couch, rage coursing through your veins, “You’re such a piece of shit! Three years! Three years of my fucking life down the drain because of you!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n, truly. I am.” Bucky tried, watching you pace the room.

A scoff left your mouth, shaking your head, “Is that supposed to make me feel better? An– I'm sorry Y/n?” You mocked him, “You know what, no, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the fact that I thought you could love someone. Clearly you are more fucked up than I thought you were!” It was a low-blow, you knew that, but you were running off anger. Every vein in your body was burning. Emotions running high as you were crying one minute and laughing like a crazed woman next, “I hate you! I hate you now, I’ll hate you later, I’ll hate you for eternity! You and Nat fucking deserve eachother! Two lowlife scumbags!” You pointed to the door, “Get out! Just get out, get out, get out!”

Finally, Bucky rose from his seat on the couch, slowly making his way to the door but not before stopping to grab his pre-packed bags. He fought the urge to look back at you once more. Dropping his key on the counter, he walked out the door and out of your life forever.

At that moment, your legs gave up on you. You dropped to the ground and continued to cry your life away. Your heart was in more than a million pieces and you had no idea on how you were even to begin on how to piece them back together. Within an hour, your life had changed drastically. The love of your life and your best friend, both gone in one sweep. Now, as you were alone, you felt nothing but sadness. Wondering why this had to happen to you when you had finally gotten to a good place with your life. It was true what they say, with true love comes a painful heartbreak.

You had experienced the amazing highs of a new love blossoming, but now you were facing the death of a relationship.

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[roseastralis]

✦ — DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY

jing yuan x gn!reader

✦ summary ; as a high positioned commander of the cloud knights, you were often invited to dinner parties consisting of even more high positioned nobles and leaders. things get dirty when a grimly noble forcefully asks you to be his dance partner for the next round. what you did not expect however—was for the general to come save you from your sticky situation.

✦ info ; fluff, romance, jing yuan and reader are childhood friends.

✦ warnings ; unconsensual touches, english is not author's first language.

✦ author's note ; augh i thought my hiatus would take months but jing yuan is making me feel things so here u go have a yummy jing yuan fic that is actually pretty lacking, my bad guys😔😭💔

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BEAUTIFUL MELODIES AND CLINKS OF GLASS were all you heard when you finally entered the grand hall. Everything was beautifully decorated; from the golden tableware to the silky draped curtains in the performer’s stage—it was obvious that every piece of decor was put into thought for every guest to enjoy. You saw many people of various Xianzhou departments, until you finally saw your fellow cloud knights sitting on a table nearing to the side. You approached them carefully with a stride, holding the drink a butler served to you earlier.

“There you are, we assumed that you were going to arrive late as always… But hey, at least it’s not that late!” Changgui—a cloud knight under your division told as he saw you approach. Taking a seat, you sighed at his words. “This is an important event, I cannot afford to be tardy for today.” You answered as your companions snickered amongst the others. It was quite lively here, you thought. Looking at the stage, you saw a famous Xianzhou band performing one of your favorite tracks. You smiled to yourself and chatted with your co-workers while enjoying your prepared meal.

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After a few hours, everyone was requested to enter the grand ballroom to dance and enjoy the night. Your co-workers urged you to go with them, saying things like “maybe you’ll find someone to take you home for the night!” and many other things you couldn’t care less about. But you soon obliged after seeing the cute little pouts on their faces. They cheered gleefully as they successfully managed to convince you to “dance the night away,” they say. When you finally entered, the ballroom was also exquisitely decorated, with a ton of gold and red accents and a large chandelier right in the middle (you thought that maybe, just maybe—it would fall if the music was too loud.)

“Well Commander, we’ll leave you right here.” Chunsui, your attendant, saluted and grinned widely. “Maybe someone will take you dancing for tonight. Who knows, maybe even the general will be here… I haven’t seen him yet.” She chuckled. “Do not be ridiculous, Chunsui. Quit it, I doubt he even remembers who I am.” You told her defensively. Chunsui shrugged and said; “It’s just a what if. Besides, don’t lose hope! I’m sure the general will remember you! Just because you haven’t talked to each other since you were children doesn’t mean that he completely forgot about you.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, as you watched Chunsui approach Changgui to ask if he wanted to be her dance partner for the night. You took in what Chunsui said, and thought for a little while longer when someone stood in front of you with an extended arm for you to reach.

“Aren’t you lonely out here? I’m sure you’re waiting for someone to approach you, right? Well, you’re in luck. I don’t have a partner yet, and it would be a shame if I just stood in the sidelines watching everyone enjoy themselves. So, take my hand?” He said, trying to whisk you away from your trance. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, before you fixed your posture.

“My apologies kind sir, but I will have to reject your offer. I think I’m just going to watch the others, thank you.” You replied with a kind smile. The man’s smile dropped, and used his extended hand to grab your wrist tightly to pull you closer to him. You were surprised by the sudden action and you bumped your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re rejecting my advances, young one? Do I have to remind everyone here that you must follow my orders? Mere people like you should learn proper manners.” He chuckled, putting a hand on your waist and using the other to bring your face to look at him. You shuddered, trying to scan the area for someone you knew to help you in your situation. At that moment, you wanted to grab the man by the throat, but you couldn’t find it in you to do so. But when you saw another hand grab the man’s shoulder, you froze instantly and the man let go of you immediately.

“Luo Feng, leave them alone.” You looked up to see Jing Yuan smiling at the man—but it was no ordinary smile. You could sense a certain emotion surrounding him, it was jealousy.

You stepped back and held your hand close to your chest, breathing in and out slowly to calm yourself down. Jing Yuan seemed to notice this, so he came by your side and put a steady hand on your back to aid you as he proceeded to look at Luo Feng with sharp eyes.

“General, you do not understand. I was only trying to coax them into a dance with me, but they made it difficult to do so! I was only trying to teach them a lesson—” The man who you now knew the name of, Luo Feng—stopped talking when Jing Yuan shushed him and drove him away. Luo Feng left the scene afterwards with furrowed eyebrows and huffs. “Are you alright now Commander, or do you want me to take you somewhere else with less people?” Jing Yuan turned to look at you and asked, patiently awaiting your answer.

“I think I would like to go someplace else, General. Thank you, really. You’ve done too much.” You explain looking away, too scared to meet his gaze. Jing Yuan just smiled fondly and led you to the outside gardens for you to rest. You sighed in relief when you finally sat down in silence, trying to piece your thoughts together. That was certainly not a good experience, Jing Yuan knew that. So he hopes that you will be able to rest your mind and feel at peace here. He sits beside you and waits patiently for a word to come out of your mouth, leaning against the bench as he accompanies you in silence.

“Ah, it’s really peaceful here. Thank you, General. I could have handled it myself but my mind went blank. But really, I am thankful. I would like to return the favor.” You finally said, looking at him with a serene smile.

“No need, no need. I’m at least glad you’re alright. I’ll make sure to send a notice to the Feng family about the behavior of their child, I promise he will never bother you again.” Jing Yuan smiled and waved his hand. “Wait, don’t you think that’s too much? Luo Feng will probably hate you now…” You replied awkwardly. Jing Yuan just chuckled, crossing his arms.

“Anything for you.”

“Excuse me?”

“What? As I said, anything for you. Did I say something wrong or do you want me to repeat that again?” You could see the smirk he was trying to hide, and you sighed in defeat.

“General, you’re too much of a tease. This is why people don’t take you seriously most of the time.” You grumble, crossing your arms and looking away.

“Well, maybe if my dear childhood friend would take my hand and return to the ballroom with me, maybe then you can take me seriously this time.” He said as he stood up abruptly and extended an arm for you to hold. You smile and happily take his hand, as he dragged you throughout the garden and into the ballroom.

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[7ndipity]

You Get Hate From The Fans

Jimin x Reader

Summary: After months of harassment from toxic fans, you can't help but wonder whether it would better for you and Jimin to part ways.

Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of harassment, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I honestly got a little too in my feels as I was writing this, I always hate making Chim cry, even if things work out in the end.😭

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You had been unusually quiet all night, making Jimin increasingly worried. At first he thought maybe you weren’t feeling well, but as the evening pressed on, he could tell there was clearly something bothering you as you seemed to withdraw more and more into yourself.

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” He finally asked, coming to sit by you on the couch.

“I don’t know if I wanna say it.” You said, not meeting his eyes.

He took your hand. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything, I won’t judge.”

You shut your eyes, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. God, why did he have to make this so hard?

“What if we… broke up?” Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

You felt him flinch as if you’d slapped him. “What?!” He gasped.

“It’s too much, I-I can’t do it. Everyone keeps saying that you’d be better off without me...”

“Everyone who? What are you saying?” He asked, tears evident in his voice. “Please, look at me, y/n.” He pleaded.

Slowly, you raised your eyes to meet his, your whole body shaking from the effort it took not to fall to pieces.

“Talk to me. What’s happened?” He begged.

And just like that, the dam broke. All the pain and frustration poured out as you began to sob into his chest, the whole story coming out in broken bits and pieces.

For months, you’d borne the brunt of so-called army's hateful comments. At first, you’d tried to just ignore them, aware that it was one of the hazards of dating an idol, but as time went on, they became more and more aggressive and cruel, attacking everything about your appearance and personality. You had tried to cope and keep the comments to yourself, knowing how much it would upset Jimin, but there was only so much you could take.

“I know that they wouldn’t go away completely if we broke up, but… I didn’t know what else to do.” You concluded, leaning weakly against Jimin as he held onto you tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asked, crying with you.

“I didn’t wanna make things worse.” You hiccuped. ”You already have so much going on, and I didn’t want to be another weight on your back.”

“Stop that! That’s what they want you to think, but it’s not true, nothing could be further from the truth.” He rocked you both as he spoke. “You give me so much strength, I don’t know what I would do without you. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, I had no idea.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” You whispered, but he shook his head.

“What matters now is we need to stand together against this, okay? I’m not gonna leave you to fight on your own.” He promised you, wiping your tears. “Not ever.”

You nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, not loosening his hold on you till long after you'd fallen asleep.

He put out a formal statement later that same evening, stating that anyone who was actually a fan or supporter of him would never treat someone he cared about this way, or anyone else for that matter. He said how disappointed he was with the individuals in question, and how any further harassment would be met with legal action.

He also took several days off to stay with you and make sure you were okay. He'd made a vow that night to you and himself that he would do everything in his power to protect you.

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[gloomyluvr]

FALL IN LOVE THROUGH THE NIGHT

in which y/n and miles say their first i love you’s

fem!reader x (either) miles morales

fluff

warnings!: “wifebeater” is used to describe a piece of clothing (so no one takes it wrong 😭)

based off this ask

a/n: guys this was so sickening to write cuz its literally my own personal experience. but tbh its such a cute little moment that i think would def happen with miles. i listened to west savannah by isaiah rashad ft. sza while writing this and i think it fits the vibe so maybe give it a listen :) this one is also pretty short! as always, written with spanish speaking reader in mind!

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“what do you wanna watch?” you asked as you laid on the reclined couch in miles’ living room. summer break had finally started, and the first thing on your bucket list was a sleepover with your boyfriend. mamá morales had only agreed to the sleepover because you and miles were a new couple.

he first noticed you at visions. you shared a couple classes and at first you guys didn’t really talk. but this year, you guys were assigned as partners in a class and hit it off from there. a couple months later, miles mustered up the confidence to ask you on a date. now a month and a couple weeks later, here you guys are.

“lo que tú quieras.” miles answered from his room. 

“hm, alright. what about the conjuring? not too scary but also not boring.” 

“um are you sure? you don’t wanna watch a comedy or something?” miles came out with blankets and pillows for the two of you. miles finally settled next to you as the movie started, he kept a distance between you guys so as to not make you uncomfortable. truth be told, you wanted him closer but you also didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“im pretty sure. are you scared?” you asked, noticing miles hesitance. 

“no!” he quickly defended himself, “just making sure you can handle it.” miles put his arms behind his head and crossed his legs.

“mhm, sure.” you giggled and clicked on the movie. miles moved to lay on his side.

all was well until the first jumpscare. miles screamed in your ear and hid his face in your back. his arm pulling you close to him. you looked back and laughed at him.

“that wasn’t even scary!”

“yes it was! what are you talking about!” miles defended himself. 

“you’re such a baby!” you laughed once again before looking back at the tv. when miles realized he was against you he quickly pulled away keeping his distance. you turned to face him completely, and were faced with his chest. he was wearing a black wife beater, so you could see the definition in his figure. you finally looked up at him, and he looked at you.

“you can cuddle with me, miles. i don’t mind.” you whispered.

“are you sure?” he whispered back, clearly nervous.

“mhm.” you turned back to face the tv. you took his hand and wrapped it around your waist. now that he had your permission, miles scooted closer to you so he could spoon you. 

his body heat immediately enveloped you. you rested your arm on top of the one that he had around your waist. you could feel his breath against your neck, and you could only smile at the way it tickled. you looked back, once again making eye contact.

“i love you,” he whispered. your eyes widened and miles’ heart dropped to his ass. he sat up as to make some space between you guys, “i’m so sorry! i shouldn’t have cross your bound-”

“miles!” you cut him off.

“what!”

 “i love you too.” you smiled. miles finally relaxed, and you pulled him closer to you, going back to cuddling. you looked back again, and smiled at him. miles quickly kissed your cheek, slightly embarrassed. he smiled back at you, before turning his attention to the movie. there was no way you were ever letting this boy out of your life. 

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[wndaswife]

Smut request with 15, 80 and 106 with Bully/Jock!Wanda from the prompt list! I hope this is a okay request and feel free to not include a prompt etc.

wanda maximoff & gn!reader

tags: smut, degradation, brat taming, face slapping, cunnilingus, forced submission, dubcon, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 1176

a/n: as i look back to this fic i realize i misunderstood the request 😭 im so sorry to the requester n i hope you enjoyed this anyways fhajskfhkjfkjh

For the past four months, you’ve been assigned to photograph Wanda Maximoff, a model in high demand for her sculpted face, her high cheekbones and bright green eyes, freckles that were soft as they spread across her delicate face. She was the ideal client, and you’d been working for her for several months.

But it had been no less than hell.

Wanda was a piece of work. She took every chance to belittle you, to insult your work and put herself above those who worked with her, but you, especially.

‘You consider yourself to be a professional?’ Wanda barked at you when you’d shown her the photos you took of her for a spring magazine issue. She got in your face and pointed at your work on the screen. ‘I look completely washed out and I have no presence in any of these pictures. You expect to be paid and to have me recommend you to other agencies?’

Not knowing quite what to say, you stayed silent and drilled holes into her skull. 

‘If you’re hoping to get anything from your privilege working with me, you’d better fix this shit,’ she demanded, pointing at the screen of your computer so hard the display warped into pixelated, abnormal colours under her finger. Wanda left the set, but not before pushing at your equipment and nearly having your tripod tumble down onto your keyboard. You stuck your hand out just in time to catch it.

In lesser words, Wanda Maximoff was a bitch. 

She was a woman who had peaked in college and had never truly grown out of her highschool-mean-girl act. Her pretty face was the only reason she’d ever gotten where she was now, and that thought soothed you when your blood boiled after spending twelve hours a day or more with her.

Tonight, it was only you and her in the studio as you photographed her for a large event she would be attending, so it was a very important shoot. You’d been going at it since before dinnertime, and it was now midnight. Everyone else had gone home, and unsurprisingly, Wanda let everyone go but you.

You yawn from behind your camera as you snap photos of her from different angles. 

“Sorry, is all of this boring you?” Wanda snaps as she looks down on you while you’re taking a photo of her from a lower angle. You take a picture in the middle of her scolding you with a scowl on her face and hold back a smirk at imagining releasing the photo without her knowledge.

“Frankly, yes,” you answer and stand up, flitting through the photos on your camera. “We’ve been at this for hours, Wanda. If I hadn’t gotten a good shot of you by now, there’s not going to be one.” You step off of the studio’s platform and walk to your equipment to look at the photos on your laptop.

Wanda trails after you, hot on your heels as she continues to shout insults at you. “No wonder why we’ve been here for so long. You’re a half-grade photographer who can’t work for shit,” she laughs. “There’s a reason why you’re failing at working with America’s top model, Y/N, and why you have to work late nights away from your shabby little studio apartment falling through, time and time again, to make someone like me look good on camera.”

You don’t know what, after months of listening to Wanda’s whining, finally made something snap deep within you, but before you knew what you were doing, you spun around and slapped the model across the face.

She stumbles back, gasping and raising a hand to her stinging cheek. She doesn’t shout at you, nor does she become angry, but instead her shoulders rise and fall shakily, her face shrouded by her hair. You step forward and take the bottom of her face in your hand, squeezing painfully.

“What?” you hiss, your face so close to her she can feel your warm breath on her nose. A sliver of humour flashes across your face. “Does that feel good?”

Wanda flushes immediately and tries to push you away, but you wrap your other arm around her waist and slap her again, stilling her body and making her look up at your face defiantly. Despite the way she breathed through her nose furiously, green eyes laced with rage as she looked at you, Wanda didn’t say a word.

You look down at her body, her low-cut dress and the angle at which you looked down at her exposing her breasts to you. She watches your eyes as they travel down her dress, and her breathing quickens. You step back from her and hook a finger around the neckline of her dress, exposing the bra she wore underneath.

“Take it off slowly,” you command.

Wanda’s body trembles with restrained anger, and something else you cannot place a finger on, but she listens and begins to strip in front of you. When she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, you tell her to take those off too. She argues, but you threaten to take your camera out and force her down onto the floor to take photos of her bare tits and spread them to every modelling agency. 

She unclips her bra and slips her panties off.

When she’s completely naked, you step forward and place a hand on her shoulder before shoving her down to the floor so she’s on her knees. Wanda yelps out but you cover her mouth with your hand and dig your fingernails into her cheeks. With your other hand, you unzip your jeans and pull your own panties down. “Open your mouth,” you say simply.

Wanda’s breathing is rapid now, shaky, but her cheeks are flushed and she can’t look away from your glistening core. Before she can wonder at what point you started getting wet, you take a bunch of her hair and force her face between your thighs. She tries to pull away at first, but you pull at her hair painfully. After crying out against your clit, Wanda gives in and darts her tongue out to run up your slit.

As you buck your pussy down onto her face, you take your camera from your desk while Wanda’s distracted. You lift the camera to your chest and angle it down to the model on her knees. Her hands are on your ass, pulling you against her face and moaning as she laps her tongue against your soaking cunt. 

When a bright flash flickers from on top of her, Wanda pulls away, her eyes wide and her lips parted in shock. She runs through her entire career in her mind, her life and her reputation. If the photo of her naked and on her knees, her face buried in her photographer’s pussy came out, everything would be ruined for her.

Needless to say, Wanda never snapped at you again, and never even dared to look you in the eye if you didn’t give her permission to.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #wanda maximoff smut #1k celebration ♪( ´▽｀)

[levmada]

How do you think Levi would handle his PTSD/symptoms during post!war Marley days? Like he definitely takes up doing his tea shop and I bet gardening or painting maybe but moreso about small stuff like seeing something mundane and it just triggers him. Having tinnitus or really bad knee/hand pain, how does he cope in small ways? I could see him even take up hammocking and reading just listening to birds and chilling in nature.

Also, do you think that he ever misses using ODM gear? The easy gilding through trees and buildings, being able to almost like fly? There's this certain point where when you master a skill with such fluidity that it becomes a second nature. Do you think that he misses that zen feeling?

sheeppp i’m so so so sorry this took me literal months to reply to😭i hope it was worth it! i had so much to say,,,

so: post-war levi headcanons

//su1cidality (idk if it’s allowed to use The Whole Word or not), detailed ptsd descriptions, internalized ableism |

wc: ~2k

just like how keeping his promise only finally gave room for Levi to feel the grief surrounding Erwin’s death, the end of the Titans would be the same, but much worse. yes, the dream all the Scouts fought for—a world without walls and without Titans—was realized… but absolutely no one who Levi knew before discovering the basement was alive to see it with him. he's the only one left to remember all of it, especially the trauma, and that's the loneliest feeling in the world.

• despite ultimate victory, at an individual level, he'd feel... really lost, and broken of course. he can no longer walk, let alone fight for anything, but he doesn't have anything left to fight for anyway!! (Levi definitely considers his duty completed, not having a part in what the former 104th is doing.)

so the first year would be very very very hard on him. assumably he was inpatient in a hospital for sometime for his injuries and mandatory physical therapy, and after that he realistically can’t live on his own (hence Gabi and Falco).

but,, Levi would have a hard time accepting being taken care of just on principle. the loneliness would be crippling. with every bit of self worth he ever had being built on how useful he is, ironically i think the end of the war would put him at rock bottom for a time.

• this is not at all to mention his mental scarring in general. his convictions about his duty had been only as strong as his ability to suppress his weaknesses. the foundations of his life had been built on is always moving forward with no regrets, and that's just a breeding ground for suppressed grief and guilt. just because Levi lived by it didn't make it healthy for him in the long run, and now all the sudden he HAS no duty, and nothing to move forward past.

so now, what, three or four decades worth of issues?—have an opportunity to take root.

there are nightmares of course, the usual insomnia, and heaps of post-traumatic stress; coming to terms with how worthless he thought and thinks of himself, especially now; the frustration and hatred directed towards his new disabilities; but above all, his suppressed emotions.

he over-regulated his emotions for sooo long that it's become instinctive to mask around anyone so no one would have the slightest idea that he's struggling at all. in order to maintain his strength, doing his duty, his fighting ability, everything—that's what he did, and not only is he so damn good at it that he's deluded even himself into believing he’s infallible, but it's instinctive and automatic for him. and healing from a coping mechanism like that completely, surrounded by a sea of severe psychopathology, is nearly impossible.

he must have compartmentalized or blocked out many many events and traumatic memories, and of course, the more often you do that, the heavier the feelings, the more traumatic the memories, the bigger the breakdown later. at some point he has a breakdown and shatters to pieces worse than he has in his whole fucking life.

• he struggles to adjust to change (because as we know Levi never even wore the new uniforms in s4, implying that. along with an interview i vaguely remember confirming that), and desperately needs a routine.

• but despite his loneliness, or maybe because of it, he struggles with relationships. in his mind it's not like he became any more pleasant to be around than he was before, so he doesn’t feel like anyone could deal with or wants his company anyway, besides on obligation. so he would self-sabotage his relationships with Gabi, Falco, Onyakopon or whoever even at the cost of his physical health. Levi neverrrr gave a damn about his own well-being and that gets worse when he’s of no more “use” to anyone, with his existence now a “burden” to his friends. he's useful, or he's nothing.

AGAIN IN LIKE THE FIRST YEAR…

• do i think this at one point snowballed into suicidal ideation of sorts? of sorts. the guilt of not being completely happy, now that it's all over, is prevalent, on top of his worthlessness, on top of tinnitus+his affected vision+using his hands+his worse mobility+chronic pain,,, ironically for a time after the war, his hardest battle is surviving.

• he loathes psychotherapy at its very premise. delving into his feelings with someone who's basically a stranger paid to listen and analyze him?? one of his worst nightmares.

so that's out of the question. but physical therapy is doable for him. such as seeing it as an exercise routine, him disliking his wheelchair, and being given tangible goals to work towards—is good for him. and besides, with the technology and culture of Marley resembling 20th century western Europe/USA, i imagine there's very few resources and little empathy, and more discrimination for people with disabilities. it can't be helped, so he might as well work on physical therapy, and along the way grow a decent self-esteem around that, and his facial scars.

• he finds ways to cope somehow. Levi isn’t an artistic person and i don’t think that changes with retirement. but he enjoys reading fiction and the newspaper, as a distraction and to keep up with what’s going on in the world.

he would absolutely enjoy gardening. cultivating life instead of ending them, being self-sustaining food wise, just the reward of taking care of something living and watching it flourish. gardening is one of his favorite pastimes.

and, eventually, journaling. like i said, Levi would have trouble just accepting that his suffering is valid, let alone coping with it. there is no full recovery, there is no being completely okay for someone who's gone through all he has i think, which is incomprehensible to someone like Levi, who prioritized his strength over every other one of his attributes.

but eventually he gets it into his head (Onyankopon's advice?) that although his closest loved ones and friends are gone, he can’t let who they were be forgotten. yes people like Erwin and Hange would be icons in history, but it’s not enough. Levi is the only person who knows who they really were, and of course those people are very very very dear to him.

so he starts jotting down memories or anecdotes he almost forgot. it would sort of read as a police report or a debrief at first honestly, just a recounting of events with no emotion because it’s hard. memories of them, all of them, are priceless to him, so fond or not, it’s a challenge.

but it becomes therapeutic, and even a crutch. sometimes he writes so fast that he’s not even thinking of the words to put and just writing his stream of consciousness, or loses track of time. at times like that he can find some catharsis.

he enjoys sitting at a park bench (and knowing the importance of routine to Levi, the same one every time) and feeding the birds, and like you said, chilling in nature.

he decides he owes it to his past comrades to see the fruits of their labor they didn’t get to.

• Levi has fond memories of the past, before the basement and their whole world got bigger and more dire. there's something he appreciates about that time, and how simple their goals and enemies were, even though their lives were never carefree or happy. i think Levi would prefer that time of his life the most, being under the sun and sky and with a cause to live and fight for. his reason to live fixated on his duty, and so being a soldier became his reason for being.

and then there’s his pure love of flying on the ODM gear. he was doing it since before he ever even joined the survey corps. probably his first ever real belonging besides a knife, and his first and most longstanding sense of freedom he ever had. Levi never was carefree, but flying was as close as he got. yes. flying is one of the things he misses the most about the past.

• but like i said, and even though it's sad, i think that for someone like Levi and all he's been through, there is no complete peace. that's not realistic.

• his ptsd is severe. at times when the littlest thing could set him off—being irritated or angry—and he has no concrete reason for why. he doesn’t even know who or what he’s angry at. it’s tempting to resent the people around him for not understanding it, and how they’ll never understand what he went through that made him “broken”. being angry that he has to relive some memories through nightmares or flashbacks at seemingly mundane things.

he hates planes (sorry Onyankopon). he hates shower steam or cooking on a stove. sometimes his missing fingers reminds him of Erwin and all the worry that arose when he lost his arm. fireworks or the sounds of explosions in general make him feel dizzy and out of it for a while. he probably sees dead friends and enemies alike in crowds of people. he doesn’t stare into the fireplace because he’ll smell burning flesh. needles whenever he visits the doctor makes him feel panicky.

he has triggers. and when he’s triggered he self-isolates a lot and becomes emotionless. you know, sometimes his sole motivation for getting out of bed is taking care of his garden/his plants, and eating is only worth the strength needed to do that, or to eat so the food he grew himself doesn’t go to waste. besides, he reminds himself that staying in bed is pointless, because getting sleep is never easy.

• and arguably the worst part is, that Levi is so accustomed to suffering it’s unthinkable the type of person he’d be or life he could lead without it. it’s comfortable because it’s familiar, which leads to him almost fetishizing his own sadness out of a sense that he deserves it as punishment, and this carnal need to prove that he’s useless, and should be left alone.

• but of course, he’s too loved for that to happen. he comes to believe his friends of that. and that makes him protective of Gabi and Falco especially—he’s still that same person who will do anything to make his friends’ lives easier or take a load off whenever they need it.

time passing helps, and so does journaling and seeing the kids (Gabi, Falco, honestly the whole 104th is still his kids), but there is no full recovery for someone like Levi. then again, peace is uncomfortable for him anyway, someone whose whole life was a cycle of being on his guard, training and fighting, recovering, and then fighting some more.

but he does find some peace.

• eventually, when it’s finally over for him, the most prevalent feeling i think would be relief. being surrounded by friends or at least with the knowledge that he’s loved. he has lived a life of constant trial and tribulation, most of all grief, but it’s yet another testament to Levi’s strength that despite everything, he is still able to find a way to be happy. it’s the same. you can choose to feel better. every day, you find something to live for. it can be fleeting and easily forgotten… but maybe that’s everything.

as for him, he always holds onto the small things, for the same reason he needs those small things to hold on.

:)

#sorry for getting sappy at the end #levi hc #levi ackerman headcanons #aot headcanons #levi fanfic #levi ackerman hcs #levi fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction #aot spoilers #snk spoilers

[bruabbasbellaragazza]

Stop getting yourself hurt Guido

synopsis: you take care of mista after a dangerous mission

cw: mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, mentions of sex but no actual sex happens, just some good ‘ol fluff

pairing: Guido Mista x reader (gender neutral)

note: i was trying to turn this into smut but it ended up being getting really cute and i was like ykw nvm😭😭 (not proof read, grammar isn’t my strong suit😩)

word count: 1.2k

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it was a regular night in the cozy Italian apartment you own in Napoli. you decided to have a chill night and snuggle up on the couch with some snacks and a terrible reality tv show. you were wearing a pair of grey men’s sweat-shorts and a tank top while engulfed under a soft fleece blanket. it was serenely calm. that was until you heard urgent knocking on your door. you jumped from the abrupt noise and paused your show. you looked at the clock and it was 11:30 pm. “who could be at the door so late? what the hell.” you said to yourself in confusion while making your way to the door.

you finally get to the door and check the peep hole. as soon as you laid eyes on him concern filled you to your core.

see, you and mista have been having a sort of “fling” (or atleast that’s what you both call it) for about a couple months now and typically after a long day’s work with the bucci gang, he’d come over to see you. sometimes you both just chill and cuddle, while other times mista has a more naughty motive. they typically always consist of you tending to his wounds with your stand before continuing on. he always finishes his missions early though and would usually start heading over earlier in the night. any later and he’d just stay at his place.

you both met at a club one day where he saved you from a way too persistent and rough guy who wouldn’t leave you alone. long story short, that man ended up with a piece of lead in his head, shot my mista’s revolver and ever since then, you and mista have been fucking each other like rabbits since then. you both developed deeper feelings since then, but neither one of you acted upon it. the mafia world is just too much for you to handle he thought.

anyways you spot mista through your door’s peephole and see him in the worst state you ever have. cuts and bruises on his face, arms and torso and his sweater spotted with a concerning amount of blood. you frantically open the door. “mista what the hell happened to you?!” you yell with concern. “nothing cara mia. just a few injuries as usual-”. he says completely unfazed with suave in his voice. “nothing guido?! you’re covered in blood! just- come in!” you say frantically trying to pull yourself together as we walks in, locking the door behind you.

“yes baby it’s nothing giorno already helped with my critical wounds but we had to keep the mission -” mista was then cut off by you “i don’t give a fuck! you look like you got hit by a truck on the way here. sit down while i run you a bath- and don’t try to protest, your taking a goddamn shower” you demanded in a motherly tone.

you made your way to your bathroom which is attached to your bedroom and start running a hot, soothing bath with epson salts and essential oils to relax his sore muscles. you also decided to add a few candles and incense to help the mood.

once you were satisfied with how the bath looked you went back out into the living area to fetch your wounded warrior. “let me walk you to the bath guido.” you say grabbing him gently. “i promise i’m fine baby. it’s okay.” you completely ignored him and took him to the bathroom anyways. when you got there you helped him get out of his soiled clothes and gently placed him in the bath. “i’ll be right back.” you said to him.

you went into the kitchen to make him your “special tea”. similar to tonio’s stand, you’re able to materialize your stand into something edible, which then heals the person’s body who ingests it. in your case, you do this with various herbs, turning them into teas.

you walk back into the bathroom with a nice hot tea in your hands for mista to drink. “here you go dipshit” you say to mista as you hand him the tea and take a seat on the side of the tub. “is that anyway to treat your guests?” mista says sarcastically, knowing you meant it out of care. “i just- i hate seeing you come over all the time so beaten and battered. i can’t help but be scared every time you go on a mission and come back looking like this. please be more careful guido.” you say voicing your anguish.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re falling for me bella”, mista teasingly remarks back with a smirk. “mista i’m serious! you need to be more careful! now finish drinking your tea so i can patch you up.” you say avoiding his question.

your stand worked like a charm as it always does and patched him right up leaving just a few small bruises on his body. “okay scrub yourself, and rinse off. i’ll leave ur clothes on the bed for you to change into.” you say making your way out of the bathroom. “you’re already wearing my shorts. did you miss me that much?-“ “shut up guido” you say closing the door behind you as he chuckles.

you lay out just a pair of boxer briefs and sweatpants that he left over sometime ago for him to relax in when he gets out. in the meantime, you ordered takeout to your apartment and resumed your show.

about 5 or so minutes went by and mista appeared from out of your room “if you wanted to see me half naked so bad all you had to do was ask” he says trying to annoy you. “i forgot to do laundry mista. leave me alone” you replied (you didn’t forget lol) “anyways i ordered takeout, it should be here in about 30 minutes”, you continued.

mista plopped down right next to you on the couch and pulled your hips closer to him. you placed your legs in his lap and played with his curly brown hair while focusing on your show. “you know, you’re pretty sexy when you get all concerned and yell at me like that”, he says leaning in and placing a kiss on your jaw. “i don’t care how ‘sexy’ i look. you need to stop getting yourself hurt guido.” you state facing him again.

“maybe i like getting hurt.. it gives me a reason to see your pretty face all the time.” he pulls your face closer to his and leaves a soft reassuring kiss on your lips. “Grazie cara mia” he says with a serious tone upon releasing from the kiss. you pull his face back to yours, connecting foreheads, “i love you guido” you whisper to him. he’s shocked at first, finally knowing that you reciprocate his feelings, but the only words he could muster up after that was “i love you too”

#mista #guido mista #guido mista fluff #mista fluff #mista x reader #jjba fluff #jjba golden wind #goldenwind #jjba x reader #jojos bizzare adventure vento aureo #guido mista x reader #fluff

[sunburstkisser]

Toby? Finally making art that isn’t a screenshot edit? It’s more likely than you’d think-

Long winded text under the cut, apologies in advanced 😭

Jokes aside, I was feeling really good and happy with my labels and decided to indulge a little. I know pride month was three months ago, but it doesn’t have to be pride month to feel proud and fulfilled with the way you identify :] It took a while, and I’m sure it’ll change in a few years, but for right now I’m satisfied with and proud of who I am ❤️

I was gonna do a genderfluid alt, but I fucked it up and couldn’t fix it without completely dissecting the piece, so I had to settle with just nonbinary. But it’s okay! Nonbinary and genderfluid are interchangeable within my identity so I’m not miffed

Also, the flag that Sunburst is holding in the gender questioning flag! In my canon, he didn’t think much about labels until he met me, and I accidentally kicked off him questioning his gender identity 😭 It’s not until later in our lives, way past our wedding (and maybe even a kid or two), that he finally feels happy identifying as a nonbinary man. He mainly uses he/him, but will happily indulge in they/them, neopronouns, and even no pronouns sometimes :3 I love him so so much auughghhh ❤️❤️❤️

[Pr*ship don’t touch. Go the fuck away, preferably.]

#drawing ! 💫 #Sunburst ! ☀️ #self insert #self ship #self inserting #self shipping #selfship #oc x canon #selfinsert #mlp self insert #mlp self ship #self insert art #self ship art #self ship pride #pride #pride flags #headcanon

[al9ayf]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 | carlos oliveira x f!reader

✧ chapter 2 :: linger

｡˚ word count: 2.70k

｡˚ a/n: okay YES this took months to come out and i’m sorry 😭 i kept doing different routes with this chapter and i decided to continue some of it in the next cause it was getting way too fucking long. last chapter will be out hopefully within the next week or 2 i PROMISE !!

｡˚ tags: @mama-miya ty for the support and wait 🤍

at first, barely audible, but now too painful to bear—the constant, high-pitched ringing snapped you out of your peaceful sleep. you managed to open up your eyes despite the blinding light coming down onto them, and you realized that you were waking up from a dream just to go back into a nightmare. you wanted to shut your eyes again. you wanted to go back to sleep. but that ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head didn’t allow you. you took one last long blink before completely opening up your eyes again. your back ached, and you realized that you were laying down on an uncomfortable bench. you groaned loudly as you sat up, placing a hand on your head as you did so due to the pain.

jill turned around to face you in the midst of you coming to. she let out a relieved sigh as she walked over. “finally you’re awake, thank god…” she said, sitting down next to you.

you turned your head to look at her. “more like unfortunately,” you groaned. “what happened?”

she leaned back against the wall. “mikhail blew up the train because of that fucker…” she said. “and that was after nicholai tried to kill us.” you let out an “oh” as you started to remember the events.

“jesus,” you exclaimed, looking down at the ground. “so everybody died but us?” jill nodded her head, almost hesitantly, and you muttered a “fuck” in reply. you slowly stood up from the bench and limped over to the table in the room. you flipped over the big piece of paper that had been sketched on and grabbed the pencil that was right next to it. jill came up next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“what’re you doing?” she asked.

you started sketching on the piece of paper. “i’m coming up with a plan,” you said. “that tyrant after you? umbrella created multiple versions, but only some succeeded.” your sketches turned into a map with various writings everywhere.

“from what i know, your best shot at killing the tyrant is to somehow destroy its heart. its second form would be your best bet,” you said, glancing at her.

she raised an eyebrow. “what? what do you mean by the second form?” jill asked. her voice sounded a bit shaky.

“i meant what i said, there’s nothing more to it,” you replied. “it’ll be faster, stronger, but also more vulnerable.”

“good to know.”

jill sighed and moved away to lean against the wall. you could tell she was on the verge of defeat, but you needed her, and she needed you. you set the pencil down after sketching for a few more minutes and then handed her your makeshift map.

“that’s nest two,” you said. “it’s underneath the spencer memorial hospital. half of my work is there, and so is a vaccine.”

her eyes widened as she turned to look at you. “and you’re telling me this now?” she asked. “that means we can save the city.”

“but it’s difficult to get there, especially with that thing after you constantly,” you said. “unimaginable creatures are in that lab, lurking...”

“nothing i can’t handle,” said jill, folding up the map and shoving it in her back pocket. “let’s get going.”

hurriedly, the two of you stepped out into the corridor and shot down every zombie that was in your way. you walked up a flight of stairs, and at the left end side of the room was a ladder up to the surface. jill headed up first, and you followed soon after. the scream of the tyrant could be heard close by, which only made you shiver in fear.

“that fucker’s still alive. we can’t stay here,” she muttered. you agreed with her, and the both of you continued walking. the clock tower was at the other end of the river, so you two walked up a flight of stairs and onto the bridge. it was so silent, so the sound of a fence breaking and heavy footsteps running caught your attention.

you and jill ran up to the railing, and you watched almost in awe as the tyrant that was hunting down jill fell into the water while lit on fire. she, on the other hand, finally seemed relieved when it didn’t pop up out of the water. “bitch can’t even swim…” she muttered.

she turned around and continued walking, but you didn’t move. it couldn’t have been that easy to defeat such a persistent tyrant. jill noticed that you weren’t next to her, so she turned around to see where you were. she walked up to you, watching how the muscles in your face were contorting.

“what’s wrong?” she asked. you looked at her, then back at the water.

“how can a tyrant be defeated so easily?” you asked. “it doesn’t make sense, jill…”

“no, it doesn’t. but as long as it stops coming after my ass, i don’t care how it’s been stopped.” she ushered for you to follow her, but neither of you moved. your eyes just stayed fixated on the surface of the water as it started to bubble. it was as if something was about to break through the surface.

it suddenly stopped, but you knew it didn’t go away. you grabbed jill’s hand and took a step away from the railing. “we were wrong.” you whispered.

you yanked her away and started running toward the other end of the bridge. that’s when the tyrant jumped out of the water and landed right in front of you. due to the sheer amount of force it gave out when it landed, you both fell.

“so this is the second form you were talking about?!” she yelled, scooting backward away from it. you nodded; too shaken to even reply.

it started running towards you and jill, but the two of you quickly rolled out of the way. you started running towards the stairs while it ran close to you, but jill stopped to push down a bunch of scrap metal onto its head to slow it down. instead of going down the stairs, you managed to gather up enough courage to jump over the railing and drop on top of a bus. jill followed suit and grabbed your hand to help you jump down onto the ground with her. the entrance to the clock tower was right there.

jill ran inside first and pressed the button to close the gates. you ran inside just in time, and when you turned around, she wasn’t there anymore. instead, jill was on the other side. once the gate shut, you grabbed onto the bars and narrowed your eyes at her. “jill?! what the fuck are you doing?!”

“it’s me this fucker is after,” she said, taking out her radio. “might as well take your advice…”

she passed her radio to you. “the gate will open again, so don’t worry about it. i’ll meet up with you and carlos at the hospital.”

she turned around to face the tyrant, and you could only watch as she started to fight it once again. you knew there was nothing that you could do, so you turned around and ran out of there. you needed to go find carlos. once you left the immediate area, you took out jill’s radio and turned it on. you got no idea how to work one, so you just held a button and prayed that carlos would answer.

“carlos? you there?” you asked. it was silent on the other end for a couple of seconds. you felt like you were going to throw up because you were so anxious. please pick up.

that’s when static came through. “y/n?”

you smiled as you clutched the radio. “thank god! i’m so glad you answered!” you ran over towards an alleyway and hid behind one of the dumpsters to not attract attention.

“what’re you still doing in the city? i thought the train left,” he said worriedly.

“it did, but…”

you sat there for the next two minutes explaining to him what had happened. how nicholai left you and jill to die. how mikhail killed himself just to save you two. and how jill was now fighting the damn tyrant herself. you cried the whole time. carlos tried comforting you over the radio, but you blatantly told him that it wasn’t working. you needed to see him, so he told you that he was in the raccoon city police department, but told you to wait for him right where you were at. you told him “no” and said that you’ll meet him there.

the building was once a museum, a pretty big one too; you could find it easily. and just like hours before, you silently made your way through the city. you didn’t want to get caught, especially since you got were bitten. you didn’t think much about your hand, but without anything to distract you, or anybody to talk to, you suddenly felt the pain. you bit your cheeks to not make a single noise as you held your left hand. the pain was something you could not describe at all even if you tried.

when you finally saw the police station, you felt a sense of ease wash over you. you never thought that you would be so happy to be at a police station, let alone the one in raccoon city. the side entrance to the building seemed broken into, but before you could use that route, carlos came running around the corner.

“y/n!” he almost yelled. he sounded shocked because of how fast you got here. he ran right up to you and hugged you. you quickly hugged back in surprise.

“you’re okay…” he said, pulling away. “i got worried after you hung up.”

“i appreciate the concern, but the only person you should be worrying about is jill,” you said frantically, grabbing his hand. “she’s at the clock tower. i’m not the best at fighting a tyrant, so you two meet me at the spencer memorial hospital.”

“why there?”

“i can create a vaccine to help save the city. the sooner we get there, the better.”

“then we kill two birds with one stone.”

you raised an eyebrow. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“we’re looking for a man named dr. bard. he said he was at the hospital, so while you create the vaccine, i can get him,” said carlos.

“oh, that asshole…” you rolled your eyes.

carlos moved his hand out of your grasp and pressed it onto the small of your back. “tyrell should be coming right after you then. so please stay safe until then.”

you nodded your head. “always, carlos.”

he leaned his head down towards yours and gave you a quick but soft kiss on the lips. after you pulled away you let out a small sigh.

“let’s talk once you two come back,” you said. “i think me trying to push it away isn’t working…”

“agreed,” carlos laughed.

you said your quick goodbyes and headed in opposite directions. finally, you were going to the hospital.

—

carlos had radioed you only a few minutes ago, explaining how jill got infected after defeating the tyrant. you told him that once the two got back a room would be prepared for her. you made sure to get all the right equipment and comfort once they would arrive.

the moment you started working on the iv fluids was the moment carlos busted in with jill in his arms. you almost had a panic attack with how hard he opened those doors, but you told him to lay her down on the bed quickly. as he went to do that, you went ahead and grabbed a pair of latex gloves. you didn’t need more germs getting inside of her at this point.

you cleaned the area on her arm before checking for veins. once one finally managed to pop up, you carefully slid the needle in and secured it with a bandaid. there was no medical tape, so this was the best next thing to do. you made sure the fluids started going before finally leaving her be.

carlos let out a long-awaited sigh before sitting down on a chair nearby her. you threw away the pair of gloves and turned around to face him. “i didn’t have time to search the hospital,” you said, leaning against the counter while crossing your arms.

“it’s fine,” he sighed. “i need to find bard in here somewhere, so i’ll scavenge for other materials if you need me to.”

you stayed silent for a second before pushing yourself away from the counter and walking towards him. you grabbed the lanyard hanging from your neck and passed it to him. “my id opens up every door in this place.”

he grabbed it from you and thanked you. “but what if it doesn’t work?” carlos asked.

“if it doesn’t work, then there’s no way in hell we’ll survive the lab…”

your gaze lingered on him before you slowly turned around and walked away. you started washing your hands in the sink right as you heard carlos stand up and start readying his gear. you felt your heartbeat racing just a bit faster—you needed to tell him now. right as he walked over to the door, you cleared your throat.

“it’s you,” you said, shutting the tap. “you are the reason why i’m in this situation.”

carlos’ hand was on the door, but the sound of your sad voice and truthful words made it slip back down to his side. he turned around to see you, but you kept your back to him.

“what do you mean?” he asked.

“you wanted the truth back at the train station, so i’m telling it to you,” you said, finally turning around. “umbrella forced me to work with them because they threatened to kill you. so i did what i had to do.”

you made your way to him. “i wasn’t allowed to communicate with the outside world. i was stuck in a lab for months, baby… i suffered, but i did it because i love you.”

you grabbed his hands and looked straight into his eyes.

“jesus, y/n…” he muttered. “you could’ve told me.”

you shook your head. “it was better if you didn’t know.”

carlos opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of jill’s painful moans caught your attention. you hurried over to her to try and find the source of the pain, leaving carlos to stand there awkwardly on his own. your eyebrows furrowed in concern as you watched her skin become whiter and the area around her eyes become darker.

“she doesn’t have much time,” you said, walking back up to him. “you must go and find that vaccine… now!”

“on it!” carlos quickly ran out of the room to search the hospital. you were now alone with jill. the first thing you did was try and lessen her pain with some painkillers that you forced her to swallow. and once she was stable enough, you brought a chair over to her and sat down on it.

the bandage that covered your bite mark had become dirty. you needed to change it. you carefully removed it, wincing at the pain it gave when you did so. finally, you could see your hand. you expected to see some blood or pus or something, which there was, but your hand was turning black. you didn’t feel any panic or anxiety though. just intrigued at how you weren’t turning yet. you stood up and headed over to stand under the light to examine what was going on.

the blackness was ever so slowly spreading to your wrist, but it was at such a slow rate it seemed like it would take days to even get to that point. you only washed your hands before wrapping the bite up again with a new bandage. you don’t know why you weren’t doing anything about it. all you thought about was if you were immune or not, and that this needed to be kept secret.

nobody needed to know of this.

ch. 3 !

#carlos x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira #umbrella #re3 #resident evil 3 #re3r #resident evil 3 remake #female reader #poc reader #mixed reader #2nd pov

[thesparklytoast]

human centipede only one mouth to feed

zoey belongs to @ntls-24722

Don’t worry, no model was harmed during drawing this painting

and don’t worry the food was

Now for the apology

I am so so so so so sorry I know you thought of something to probably less than this and I know this is inappropriate but I swear to God I didn’t let her eat anything inappropriate. This is the ingredients I swear, and I don’t know how to apologize to her, even though she was chasing me the whole time I was trying to draw this I managed to came out like that and still she laughed at me because of my terrified face (I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to put. It’s in my main blog so I put it here because it’s more comfortable for me.) there is anything that you think is an appropriate. Please do tell me and I know it took such a long time and I’m so sorry for that. You probably forgot about it. But I swear

She’s fine she’s completely unharmed (I was going to draw the stitches on her mouth, but I didn’t have enough space in my storage, and I almost lost the drawing. So now we have this I want to make him more official about her being the human centipede for Halloween that I will not even be able to have enough storage to draw the stitches so here we have it the final piece I didn’t add any glitches because when I did add it and look weird, it took off the bloody vibe away)

look, she’s fine look

She’s just sitting there, crunching on the cereal (and if you found her in the main picture her mouth looked very similar to them to the picture you end up answering me with how her mouth mechanic work is because I couldn’t draw it and I really really don’t have time because I have plenty of exams and I really need the time for her because I really really really like her personality even though I don’t really have a a fully good image of her real personality, but I think she will be a very sarcastic and very pun filled person and that’s the reason why I wanted to draw her I just needed any excuse and somehow made a hole in inspiration for me in the red flag song by tom cardy the line “ human centipede only one month to feed” as you can see it, and I’ve already explained it😭

and I think I beat it a little bit of my fear towards the human centipede but still, remembering the image, or remembering, the name my my imagination goes wild, and I would feel like my guts are moving around and it makes me gag

#ntls-24722 #I’m so sorry for the picture itself and for how long it took for me to draw it #And thank you for giving me full permission to do this #and please don’t tell comet and fritz about this

[beneathashadytree]

Hii! May i request rumi falling in love w her dormmate?

FREE-FALL - MIRKO/RUMI USAGIYAMA X READER

Warnings : none that I know of, this is not proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 0.6K words

Additional notes : Hey, nonnie! As you now know, I haven’t got the faintest idea how to characterize Mirko😭 However, I did my best trying to write this! It’s a little short, though, cause I didn’t want it to be too OOC. Hope you enjoy this!💗

Requests : Are closed for the time being.

Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!

Masterlist

It started out with the little signs.

Lazy half-smiles and drowsy eyes sent her pulse rising in the morning as they watched her brew their coffee with messy hair and crumpled clothes. Glamorous fitted clothes at parties accentuated every fine line and curve of their body, and she found herself unable to take her eyes off of them. Bright, loud, and carefree laughter from her side during movie nights had her heart threatening to burst out of her chest. A flush almost always settled on her cheeks whenever they walked into the same room as her.

Really, Rumi felt that it was ridiculous. She wasn’t new to the feeling of having a crush, and she recognized these signs, but damn did she feel foolish acting so brashly like she often did when she was so eager to spend time with her roommate. She wasn’t a young schoolgirl anymore, so she’d thought she’d long outgrown the habit of wearing her heart on her sleeve. She clearly hadn’t, though, if the glaze to her vermillion eyes whenever they directed words at her was anything to go by.

Still, crushes were easy to get over, weren’t they? All it took was for her to snap out of her infatuation phase, and she was good to go. That’s how it always had been.

Wrong!

The little signs soon turned into major embarrassing symptoms. Rumi found herself dreaming of a future spent in their arms. She couldn’t help thinking they were the most captivating person in any room when they spoke of their day animatedly, and she could swear they were heaven-sent whenever their warm palms cupped her cheeks mid-crying session, when she was feeling like the entire world had come crashing down her shoulders. For every bit of their heart they bared to her, Rumi felt a small piece of her inch closer and closer to the dangerous L-word zone.

The zone that, ironically enough, had her bounding into their lap on the living room couch. They laughed, that angelic sound sending more butterflies to the pit of her stomach. “Eager, aren’t we?”

As they wrapped their arms around her, Rumi only curled deeper into their warm sweatshirt. “Time to binge-watch chick flicks.”

“It’s… Christmas eve?” Looking a little confused, they glanced at the calendar perched on their coffee table.

Rumi reached out for the remote, humming as she did. “Exactly. Now shush, because I need to concentrate on a good order to watch them in.”

“Alright, do your thing. I’m fine with anything.” Relenting to her wishes, they settled back properly against the back of the couch and pulled the discarded blanket over them. After all, it wasn’t the first time they cuddled up into each other to share warmth while watching the TV. That was one of the sweeter developments after their months of bonding.

What was a completely brand new development, however, was the way their hands wandered now. Nothing inappropriate, no, but something so flustering and sweet: one reached to lightly scratch her scalp right behind her sensitive ear, while the other splayed against her waist and left gentle strokes behind.

Rumi’s breath caught in her throat, and the remote nearly flew out of her hand after she’d finally settled on a movie. Every expanse of covered skin was left burning in the wake of their touch, and it took all her self-restraint to not breath out a shaky moan of satisfaction at the feeling of the hand in her hair. And when they leaned in to whisper fondly, “Hey, come a little closer. It’s cold,” Rumi knew without a shadow of a doubt.

She’d already tumbled head-first deep into the pit of that dangerous L-word zone, and she could no longer even pretend to try picking herself up.

Taglist: @thispersoniscrazy @wifeofkyojuro

#imagine #oneshot #anime #fluff #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #pro heroes #mirko #mirko x reader #mirko fluff #mirko oneshot #rumi usagiyama #rumi usagiyama x reader #rumi usagiyama oneshot #rumi usagiyama fluff #usagiyama rumi #bnha mirko #mha mirko #mha rumi usagiyama #bnha rumi usagiyama

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. The wild part to me about the "Persephone got approved Underworld citizenship" is it took what, a week at most? Even if you want to use IRL Royal examples, someone like Megan Markle would (if she had kept up the process) still need two YEARS to get approved of it at minimum which includes a lot of paperwork and staying in the country for prolonged time, but Persephone gets it in a few days with no process? Is there really nothing Persephone doesn't get handed to her on a silver platter?

2. "How to be a woke misogynistic :Add white before woman" I think this anon was tryna call antis misogynistic?? Which like. Some of the "criticism" ive seen is just people using lo as an excuse to be misogynistic against rs but most of it is genuine idk what they're going on abt 😭

3. ya know for claiming to be a "loving and supportive fandom with no drama" lo fans are by far the most cruel set of bullies i've ever seen, and I've been in a LOT of intense fandoms. and I can't even handwave these fans as just dumb kids, many of them are adult women who made a mid webcomic their entire world and would rather get a power high off the harassment and bullying of others who dare no obsess over what they do while still thinking they're "feminists". it's so weird 💀

4. Lol I love that the person typed that 'regular' people just drop it and move on when they dislike something. Apparently you're no longer a regular person for disliking and discussing a piece of media 😔

Anyway, LO can bite it. It's misogynistic and an insult to Greek culture among many other glaring flaws. The giant red flag of an age gap and power dynamic between them is one hell of a thing to defend y'all, and it's also a hell of a thing to praise 1 character for cheating but cheer on another character for doing the exact same thing 🙃🙃🙃

Also it's incredibly funny to me how LO stans are so so aggressive and condescending to us about disliking it when we're just minding our own business?? We ain't talking to you nor do we go out of our way to mess with your tags (tumblr is tumblr, y'know) unlike a few of y'all that I've seen specifically use the anti tag to start shit like a bunch of brats. We'll continue minding our own business talking about LO with both non-fans and fans who actually want to have a discussion instead of mindlessly praising it, and y'all should mind your own business. 

5. This comic loves to claim it’s pro sexuality, pro kink, and pro female empowerment AND anti purity culture yet loves nothing more than framing sex outsides of Hades as bad, loves to push Purity culture to make Persephone look like the best woman ever, loves tearing other women down for not being the “right” type of woman, and consistently shames others’ consenting sex lives as gross and weird despite the whole comic being an obvious stretched out mess of Rachel’s office setting DDLG kink. Like??

6. I mean I get why LO Hera doesnt murder babies and all but it is an issue RS rides off "I'm not trying to be accurate!" when she makes Hades the "perfect" guy and Hera and Persephone the most desirable/amazing with zero flaws but then turns around and goes "oh well I'm being accurate!" to make Zeus be super mega awful and just make up stuff to pin on Apollo, Leto, and Thetis like?? you can't have it both ways?? Like she obvs picks and chooses who gets to be whitewashed and who doesnt.

7. Go figure LO fans to make Netflix all but closing down their entire animation department and laying off hundreds of people to STILL make it all about LO. I have countless friends who lost their jobs all en-masse with no warning and a neutered severance plan (NF purposely made it be four WEEKS instead of four MONTHS), the majority of them and their productions by BIPOC and/or LGBTQ+ creators and they're only worried over well-off and employed Rachel? Fuck off. I'm so upset over this.

8. Completely and utterly disappointed at LO being nominated for an Eisner again. I think Webtoon has the power to just nominate it every year and ignore all of their other series.

9. Listen we all know every award is just marketing and we know damn well Webtoons just pumps the with money to nominate LO but we know damn well they're giving way more money to pump up their brand now because the Batman comic is so lazily made yet was ALSO nominated for best webcomic and they're like "one of our BIGGEST HITS big ethel energy is being printed!" despite it being one of their most hated series that is lampooned for bad art and writing. anyway they need to be taxed more.

10. HXP is such boring, basic mythology shipping. Get back to me when they give Isis x Osiris and Dionysus x Ariadne the respect they deserve.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

[madbalalaika]

Health update #4. This is a lengthy one, so bear with me :")

❗TW: food, diet, weight, female health❗

Let's start with a bang: I'M NOT ALLERGIC TO COCOA!!!

Which is like??? I'm surprised, considering how much chocolate I ate last year when my gut was as bad as it could get. But I'm not complaining at all, let it always be that way 🙏🙌✨

Been a while since I've done one of these, don't even remember that much what happened after my last health update lol

??.03.2023: But one thing I remember though and what's kind of bugging me (just a wee bit, not much at all) is that I've completely stopped my meal diary thingy, but not cause my doctor told me to, that's cause I'm a lazy piece of sh-

No, jk

But seriously, I just can't do it, it's such a burden to me. The fact that it took so much of my daily time just to focus and write down what I ate made me feel like I'm completely wasting my time instead of focusing on trying to be more productive, and, in turn, more happy

09.06.2023: I'm still not doing that cause I know it would make me miserable :")

What's also very interesting, is that apparently, these past few months (from around December 2022, to be exact), I had pretty bad malnutrition and anemia, not to the point where I would literally fall, but pretty close. I would feel dizzy and lightheaded almost all of the time, my blood pressure would consistently be 90/60 or lower, and the back of my head would hurt.

And the thing is, right? I was undereating, and not even because I wanted to do that, but because first of all, I was very confused by my GI doctor's instructions regarding my diet. I don't know if it's just me, it most likely is, but I felt like I didn't understand how my healing process was supposed to work and what I needed to look out for. It was all very vague.

Second of all, because of how vague it was, I was scared to make a single mistake, feeling like the damage from a negative reaction (like unbearable pain of the whole digestive system from the beginning of esophagus to intestines, which I got almost every single time I ate at that time) would be permanent, so I was just scared to eat. I was hungry, cold, and tired a lot of the time, which was really stressful, but for some reason also very hard to pinpoint what exactly was going on. I thought, "Well, I cut out all these bad foods, why am I getting worse?"

And I JUST realized I had malnutrition all this time, like???

Oh, and I also lost my period around December, which contributed greatly to already piled up stress, so yay to that I guess

14.07.2023:

I GOT IT BACK!!! AFTER 7 MONTHS IN A HORRIBLE LIMBO OF NOT FEELING LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING, or a human being at all for that matter, more like an empty shell, I FINALLY GOT IT BACK 😭

I took pills to get it back. 3 times. After the 2nd time, my gynecologist asked me what my diet was, and I told her about my problems, and she said that the fact the the pills that were supposed to work hadn't worked, meant that most likely I just didn't have enough nutrients and needed to gain my weight back to get my hormones to work properly (as a side note, before December, it was 62 kg, then I lost 4 in a span of a couple of days, and then 3 more throughout the next few months) I did gain it back by some miracle, AND my lost muscle mass, as well as inspiration and good mood!

At the time of my 2nd visit to the gynecologist, I was researching a lot of stuff about GI health and stumbled upon some articles about this thing called leaky gut, and how it might contribute to food allergies, and that there's an amino acid called glutamine that's supposed to help with that

So I bought the supplement, took it for about 1.5 months, did get a lot better, thankfully, so I started to reintroduce foods back into my diet, like the nightshades, a lot of meat and other proteins, fruits, sweets, gluten free grains, CHOCOLATE OMG YES, etc.

While I did get better, it still wasn't enough though, so I started to research the vitamins that I could've lacked, found out I didn't get vitamin A in my diet at all, which is one of the main ones that support the health of the body's mucous membranes. Took that as well, and it helped tremendously. Now I can finally eat sour things like tomatoes, or EVEN WHOLE ORANGES, HOLY SHIT (but I won't do that again, cause I tried it, and my skin wasn't happy at all). So now I can also get vitamin C from the foods that I like, and not just salad leaves, ugh (as much as I dislike sour foods, I actually missed them lol)

The only vitamin that I lack right now is B12 which I'm not sure how to get naturally since it's mostly found in the animal products that I cannot eat, like dairy, eggs (oh yeah, right, forgot to say, I developed an egg sensitivity), some other stuff, so I'll have to supplement that, probably.

I also most likely won't be able to try to reintroduce milk/gluten into my diet anytime soon, cause I had some rice a few days ago, that I washed really really well to get rid of any traces of gluten in it, and still got poisoned, and felt absolutely sick after that. So yeah... Not in the next few years, that's for sure

But at this point I can just let out a huge sigh of relief, cause I feel like the main crisis has finally passed. I don't feel like my stomach is gonna rip every single time I eat, which is a win in my book. Yay for that 🙏✨✨✨

It's been almost half a year now since my last visit to my GI doctor, I need to check in with him to see what else there is to do. Most likely, a lot of blood tests, and I'd like to do a gastroscopy as well, because I still don't feel a 100% well, there's still something missing, some piece of a puzzle that I can only find after that. So yeah.

Thanks for reading my hopefully coherent babbling :") Love y'all

#health updates

[befuddled-calico-whump]

I really want to get into reading riot kings but it just seems so overwhelming to jump into 😭

I’ve been reading each new piece completely out of context and it seems so good but rn it’s so confusing can you please just give me a little summary of everything so I kinda k ow what’s going on when I start reading

it's over 100 pages now, so I totally understand haha. Main story summary is below, with side story summaries under the cut

Notable Characters:

Nabi, a psychic who's still learning her powers

Jin, Nabi's older brother and Fleet soldier

Melchior, former leader of the Riot Kings, viewed by many as a cunning, manipulative villain

Mercury Swift, another psychic who took over leadership of the Riot Kings after convincing them to betray Melchior.

Dr. Stevens, the ship medic, and Luka, her assistant

Wes, a member of the Riot Kings who was once a friend of Melchior. Whether that's still true remains to be seen

Danika and August, soldiers and friends of Jin

Locksley, Nabi's mentor who helps her hone her abilities

Captain Ramirez, in charge of the ship, The Inferno

The Riot Kings, a gang of radical freedom fighters whose actions frequently result in more harm than good

The Fleet, an interplanetary police force/military

Plot Summary:

Nabi and Jin stumble upon an imprisoned and injured Melchior, and bring him aboard their ship. Despite being wounded and barely coherent, Fleet personnel still see Melchior as public enemy #1 and treat him with hostility. A few soldiers attack Melchior while he's still in the medbay, but Jin puts a stop to it, despite his distrust for the other man.

From the beginning, Nabi works to get Melchior better treatment, trying to befriend him. After witnessing an unsuccessful interrogation, Nabi convinces the captain to let her talk to him instead. However, when she does, she unwillingly throws them both into Melchior's memories using her powers, and sees firsthand how he met Mercury, turned down her proposal to start taking over the galaxy, and was subsequently betrayed by his own men.

With the revelation that the Riot Kings are still active, the Fleet sends a team to investigate one of their old bases on the planet Nalu, with Jin leading it and Melchior acting as a guide. On the mission, the two are separated from the group, and Melchior ends up saving Jin's life. After they return, Jin vouches for him, and he's given more liberty aboard the ship.

Meanwhile, the crew discovers that Mercury staged an attack on Nalu, and had the Riot Kings come to the aid of the people there in order to gain their trust and turn them against the Fleet.

Nabi and Jin are sent to meet with a supposed Riot Kings deserter to find out more, but quickly discover it was a setup and the ship is under attack.

Which brings us up to now :)

Breaking Point Summary:

A few months into Melchior's captivity, Mercury forces him to attend a dinner with a potential ally in order to gain said ally's trust. Midway through, Melchior attempts to escape, but is quickly apprehended. Once they return to their base, Mercury punishes him, commenting on how irritating his continued defiance is. But after breaking his foot, she finds he's finally weak enough for her to get past his mental defenses and start tormenting him with her powers.

Nightmare Summary:

Literal title. Melchior has a nightmare, brought on by his guilt over his past actions, and fear of screwing up the chance he's been given with the Fleet.

Wes Has a Bad Day Summary:

While trying to visit his home planet, Wes is grabbed off the street by the local Fleet detachment and brutally 'interrogated'. He's saved by fellow Riot Kings, and brought back to base to recover.

#this took me longer than id like to admit lol #i suck at good summaries #its always either too vague or too rambly #if there's any specific part you or anyone else would like to read just send me another anon and ill link you to it #thanks for the ask! #this was probably a good exercise for me 😅 #anon #riotkings #riotkings asks #plot summary