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bindtorturekillme · 3 months ago

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Your Eyes, Vacant and Stained

Ch.15 - 4k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

Frank reached for the door handle.

“Don’t.” Gerard’s hard eyes pierced at Frank through the rear-view mirror. Frank released the handle.

Mikey was checking under the mat, a few potted plants, in the dirt next to the door but seemed to find nothing.

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies/Apocalypse AU, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part fifteen, otherwise, enjoy ♥

They didn’t stop for almost five hours, in near silence. Charlotte had spent the first two and a half hours stifling her sobs as she clutched Scarlet’s belongings to her chest. She eventually fell asleep with her head on Frank’s shoulder, giving the rest of the group the next two hours the ability to relax off their adrenaline.

It wasn’t long into the drive before the highway became littered with melting bodies and abandoned cars, like before. The zombies that were still upright and walking were too slow to reach them. The night forced them to drive slower to avoid hitting anything, but the car was surprisingly quiet, attracting little attention.

Frank watched the clock on his phone casually until they reached the sign for Moab, a city surrounded by mountains, preventing much of the wondering corpses to end up here.

The road in was easy, the curving range they had to drive down to get into the city was mostly empty, the city itself being obscenely flat upon entry. The stretch from the welcome sign to the city only had a couple of motels littering every few miles before they saw anything actually civilized.

The streets through town were wide with most of the cars left behind taking up space off the road or in parking lots. It looked like people were still living here, since they also hadn’t come across any zombies since arriving – but there was no movement, happy sounds like music, or even cars rumbling lightly. Every stop light they drove under just slowly blinked red.

Frank checked the time; 1:26 AM. Holding back a groan as Charlotte’s lolling head rolled forward when Gerard slowed the cars pace even more while cruising down the street. Frank noticed Gerard and Ray were motioning their hands together as they both pointed out the passenger window. Frank followed what they were watching and counted the buildings with them.

A Mexican restaurant, credit union then a tree farm strategically hiding most of a trailer park campground. Eventually a neighborhood came into view and the town gained more life. A hotel, multiple restaurants, a salon, and a real estate agency were scattered around the main street. Side streets wound through neighborhoods that remained flat, and others that wound halfway up the mountains. Although it was obvious most, if not all, of the businesses were closed, the streetlights remained on alongside the signage on each building.

The deeper Gerard cruised through town, the bigger the other side of the mountain range grew. The houses fell away as lush greenery took over the bases of the mountain, they passed a couple more hotels, bike and ATV rental places, a few more restaurants, and a gas station.

Gerard eased the car to a complete stop slowly in front of a red blinking traffic light. More hotels and restaurants could be seen across the way and down each side street.

Throwing his arm around the headrest of Ray’s seat, Gerard spun around to greet the backseat passengers with a strained grin. Charlotte was still asleep while Mikey had his head against the window with closed eyes. Frank and Gerard shared a quiet look of knowing, Gerard’s eyes had lost a bit of their light, Frank thought as they stared at each other.

“So… I think we can find everyone new stuff here, but we should get some rest first. I really don’t think they followed us and there’s really no sign of other life here so we should be safe…” Gerard didn’t sound as sure of himself as he normally did, but Ray jumped in quick to help with the reassurance.

“No, I think we’ll be fine. They took our bags, but they left us our phones. I’m not sure what they were thinking…- “

“They were only thinking about themselves.” Gerard cut it sharply. Mikey stirred from his rest and sat up. “Normal people have to get desperate in order to eat another human being, but they weren’t desperate. They all looked well fed and overly clean, they were desperate for the excuse to be monsters.”

The car grew silent after Gerard’s slightly heated rant. Charlotte remained in a deep sleep; Frank didn’t think his exhaustion could even match how she was feeling.

“The apocalypse brings out the best in all of us.” Mikey deadpanned to no one in particular.

Ray cleared his throat, “Let’s either go to a house, or get into one of these hotels. Hotel seems like a safer bet to me, personally. We can probably find a master room key or something.”

“Can we be done with the hotels.” Frank meant for it to sound less aggressive. No one took offense, Ray’s face screwed up in confusion, but Gerard smirked, his eyes immediately lustfully looking down at Frank somehow, making him feel smaller. “We can just check a home for a security system, right? Usually, they have the little stickers or code input-thingy next to the door, right?”

“Yeah, it probably wouldn’t be hard, but it would be a waste of time.” Mikey wouldn’t look in Frank’s direction.

“Eh, maybe we can find a place that had a family, more clothes to pick through.” Ray shrugged in agreement.

“House it is!” Gerard exclaimed, ending the conversation and accelerating the car to make a quick U-turn in the four-way, waking Charlotte abruptly.

Contrary to the city streets, the suburban roads were pitch black and silent compared to the unconscious humming of lights no one noticed was there until it was gone. They wound slowly through the neighborhood, watching for any signs of movement their car may have awoken.

After circling the same fifteen houses with no interruption, Gerard finally pulled into the driveway of one of them. Killing the engine, no one made a move for a long time. No one made a sound either, causing Frank’s ears to ring eventually from the deafening silence.

Frank caught Gerard and Mikey exchange a look and head nod through the rear-view mirror before Mikey pushed his way out of the car, leaving his door open as he strode silently to the front door.

They all watched as he scouted around the windows, peering in for long moments before moving around the side of the house. Frank caught himself constantly checking the time again while Mikey was out of their sight, only a couple minutes passed before Mikey came back around to the front, but it felt like it took almost an hour.

Instead of coming to the car, Mikey gave Gerard another nod and bee-lined for the front door again. Although partially hidden behind a wall, Frank could tell Mikey was trying to open it. He could tell it was a failure when Mikey turned back towards the car, but he remained in his spot.

Frank reached for the door handle.

“Don’t.” Gerard’s hard eyes pierced at Frank through the rear-view mirror. Frank released the handle.

Mikey was checking under the mat, a few potted plants, in the dirt next to the door but seemed to find nothing. It wasn’t until he ran his hand over the top of the door frame that he felt a key lodged between the house and door. Jiggling it slightly was enough to loosen it, he held it in the air to show the group before turning back and making his way into the house.

As soon as Mikey entered, Gerard and Ray made their way out of the car as well. Charlotte and Frank exchanged a tired glance before following the rest.

Ray grabbed the only luggage they had, Gerard’s backpack and Frank’s duffle. Gerard held his bat while Frank had his axe, the shotgun nowhere in sight. “I can take the couch if there aren’t enough rooms.” Ray offered quietly to everyone, but mostly to Charlotte. She nodded slightly in agreement before shuffling behind Gerard and Ray, who took the lead to get into the house.

The front door lead directly into a hallway with a straight staircase on their right. The hallway led straight back into either a kitchen or dining room, Frank could only see the table and a couple chairs. To the left, between the kitchen and front door, was a huge set of open double doors that led into a modern style living room. Everything in the house felt angular, white… sterile. Like the cannibals house.

Mikey was coming down the stairs as they entered, “All clear, basements empty too. There’s three bedrooms, one master with a bathroom. Two other bathrooms too plus an extra toilet downstairs.”

Gerard’s face showed he was impressed, “Doesn’t sound like we’ll be fighting over too much tonight.”

“And none of us have to share rooms either.” Mikey pouted, Gerard slapping a hand onto his shoulder.

“Speak for yourself.” He threw a wink over to Frank before throwing his head back into a loud as he walked further into the house. Mikey gagged and threw his tongue out, rolling his eyes.

As Gerard made his way down the hall towards the kitchen, Mikey went around into the living room and Ray made his way upstairs. No one dared hit a light switch. Charlotte and Frank stood together awkwardly at the front door, both unsure of who to follow.

Thankfully, Ray was the one to break the silence from the top of the stairs. “Hey, Charlotte, want to come pick out a room?” They both looked up to Ray, Frank noticed he wasn’t holding the bags anymore, and that Charlotte had begun to blush.

Silently, she nodded, ducking her head as she nearly ran past Frank to get up the stairs. Ray motioned her out of sight towards the rooms.

Frank went to Gerard, who was rummaging through the cupboards. “They still have food, and not too much of it is expired yet so that’s good!” The counters were clean and there was nothing in the sink. The dining room and kitchen were attached, there was a wall with two more large double doors leading from the dining room into the living room, where Frank saw Mikey sifting through a desk facing away from them. “We can pack some of this up and bring it with, that would supplement what everyone else was holding…” Gerard paused.

“Yeah, I hope everyone else can find clothes too, getting to shower would be nice—” Gerard smirked over his shoulder, making his way to the sink to flip it on. Frank nodded his approval, “but, having a clean pair of clothes that fit would also be great. For... everyone else…” Frank winced at himself, he had clean clothes that fit and will be great post-shower, so did Gerard. But everyone else was left with the clothes still smothered in their dead friends’ insides.

Gerard shrugged, “Even if there aren’t clothes here, we can check one of the next houses, or, honestly, these people have to have a washer and dryer – look at this place!” Gerard’s hands flew up towards the ceiling.

Gerard was right, they were in a house with high ceilings, random art pieces and modern furniture choices that screamed ‘I like to show off how much money I have’. There was no way they wouldn’t have a washer and dryer somewhere.

“Where’d Charlotte go, by the way?”

“She followed Ray upstairs.” Gerard’s eyebrows raised in delight, insinuating what they could be doing. But Frank rolled his eyes, “Charlotte just watched her best friend die, there’s no way they’re fucking up there.”

Gerard shrugged casually, stalking Frank suddenly. “You never know what adrenaline and fear do to a person.” Gerard stopped in front of Frank, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. “I know I’ve got some pent-up anger from not killing those bastards.”

Gerard’s hand met Frank’s thigh gently as they glared aggressively at each other. Frank with annoyance while Gerard’s eyes clearly dilated. Slowly, he brushed his fingers up to Frank’s cock, squeezing him until he got semi-hard. Frank blushed the harder he got, angry with his body for being so weak to Gerard’s hands.

Gerard leaned closer to Frank, grazing his lips over his neck before whispering in his ear, “I can tell you want me too.”

The double doors swung open, “I found some letters to the owners, they were Mormons too. Went to some compound when they got wind of the other towns getting infected.” Mikey’s voice made Gerard and Frank jump away from each other.

Mikey’s eyes narrowed at them, but he made no comment about it. Ray and Charlotte also made their way in from the hall. Charlotte’s eyes were red, and her face was flushed, Ray had a comforting arm around her shoulders for comfort. Frank looked at Gerard in an ‘I-Told-You-So’ sort of way, making Gerard roll his eyes.

“So, not everyone is convinced it’s a government conspiracy.” Gerard directed his attention to his brother as he made his way to the kitchen island to meet everyone else.

“No, guess not.” Mikey paused, staring at the pieces of paper. “But having Mormons react like this doesn’t exactly help it look very real.”

“Yeah, I grew up having a very negative outlook towards most churches and beliefs…” Charlotte spoke quietly, her voice still drenched in depression. “I don’t know if I would believe anything bad was happening if I only saw stuff about religious people running in fear.”

“Had you heard about it before it hit you?” Frank asked suddenly. They exchanged an uneasy look.

“No, it hit us very suddenly in the middle of our shift.” Frank realized she was talking about her and Scarlet; it made his chest burn. Charlotte shrugged, “Scarlet was always the more online one of us… I never liked being on my phone for long periods of time.” She stopped trying to hide the pain in her voice. “She never mentioned seeing anything about it before our shift, so it must’ve hit quick.”

Mikey and Gerard shared the same grim, hung expression. Ray squeezed Charlotte as tears silently fell against her will.

Frank’s mouth went into a line, “Yeah, it hit me quick too.” They sat in silence again; Frank wasn’t sure what compelled him to ask that, but he was glad to hear the answer.

Ray broke the silence with a clearing of his throat, “Do you guys want to pick rooms or…?”

“We need all the sleep we can get, who knows if they plan to look for us or not.” Gerard, paranoid more than the rest, never stopped checking the rear-view while they drove. Frank watched too, but no movement ever followed them. Even the few zombies they passed on the way in were too slowed down to catch them, “Maybe we can take shifts sleeping?”

Mikey was the one to roll their eyes this time, “Lets just lock the door.”

Everyone looked around at each other in silent agreement, no one wanted to give up what limited sleep they’d be allowed to have before daybreak.

“What about the car?” Charlotte asked, directing her eyes up to Ray who continued to hold her.

“I can go check the garage for a manual door opener?” Ray suggested.

“The garage is totally empty.” Mikey stated. “No cars, no shelves, no tool bench… It’s strange.” For the first time since meeting Mikey, Frank heard his fear cracking through as he spoke. Fear and confusion melded together, his stoic facade evading him.

“I’ll go with you, either way. We can push the car in together if the garage can be opened quietly.” Gerard offered his help.

“I can come too.” Mikey offered as well.

“Frank, why don’t you and Charlotte go pick out rooms. Whatever you don’t take, Mikey will have.” Gerard challenged Mikey with a mischievous smirk, but Mikey just stared at his brother, back to his stoic state.

They dispersed in a tired silence, splitting up with no further discussion. Charlotte led Frank through the rooms upstairs. The master was clean, the bed was made, the walk-in closet was mostly empty; clothes were everywhere, some hung loosely off hangers while the floor had small piles of random articles of clothing that weren’t deemed good enough to bring.

The second room was clearly a teens room, the walls and bedding were both a light pink color, a white desk sat against the wall across from the bed. A low, white dresser was at the end of the bed, matching night tables decorated either side of the top of the bed. One had a pink lamp on it with an alarm clock, the other a notebook, a couple of books, an empty cup and a pen.

“Ray found this one and told me to take it…” Charlotte admitted, feeling embarrassed she didn’t wait for everyone before choosing where to stay. The teens room wasn’t messy, but it wasn’t clean like the master bedroom was. Clothes were piled and falling out of a skinny laundry basket in the corner, some were littered on the floor around it too.

“Did you check out the closet?” Frank pointed towards the small sliding doors behind the laundry basket.

Charlotte nodded, “There’s a lot of clothes in there, thankfully clean, but I might clean the stuff in the basket too for more options. They looked close to my size…” A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth; she fought the sadness that still squeezed her insides.

Frank gave her a small smile back, “Good, just get all those clothes together and put the basket in the hallway, I can bring it down for you.” Frank peered around the room again, taking in the trophies on the shelves, the wooden cross hung on the wall beside the small poster of a boy band Frank didn’t recognize.

“Thank you…” Charlotte’s voice was quiet, but she sounded happier than before.

Frank looked her up and down quickly, “You can throw your current clothes on the lid, the bloody stuff can all go in together, away from the not-so-bloody stuff.” Charlotte looked down at herself, breath hitching as she remembered her clothes were nearly soaked in her best friends’ viscera.

Charlotte hugged herself, not being able to bring herself to look back up at Frank. “Thanks…” Her voice below a whisper this time. “There’s one more room…” Frank could tell she wasn’t ready to give up the clothes just yet, so he followed her to the final room.

They passed a bathroom between the girl’s room and the last room, that happened to be a very cozy library. Inside, two of the opposite walls had floor to ceiling bookshelves, the wall between the bookshelves had a giant bay window that a large Victorian style lounger sat in front of. The walls and shelves were uncomfortably white and most of the books were different versions of the bible, memoirs from names Frank didn’t recognize, and large hardcovers of the dictionary and what seemed like every encyclopedia ever released.

Frank pulled out one of the encyclopedias and the spine cracked on the first page he flipped to. The pages were fresh and flat, unblemished and clearly untouched. He pushed the book back into place, most of these were for show. He shook his head slightly in disappointment.

He didn’t realized Charlotte hadn’t followed him into the room until he turned back around the check out the room again.

“Ray said he’d just take the couch downstairs…” Frank hadn’t seen the living room yet, and he was certain Ray hadn’t really either. Ray was the best one out of all of them.

“Well, I could take this one.” Frank shrugged.

“I think Gerard was implying you two would share a room…” Charlotte blushed lightly at this, he never pegged her as a prude, but sex had never been brought up between them. He was unsure of her comfort level, causing his face to blush in unison.

Frank peered around the room again, it was cozy, but the lounger was definitely not big enough for two fully grown men. “Welp, guess I have to take the master bedroom.” The two of them gathered back together and shared a genuine smile with each other before Frank grabbed his and Gerard’s bags to drop them into the master bedroom.

Below, in the garage, Ray was able to push open the garage with very little squeaking, Mikey helped while Gerard stood in the driveway watching for anything they may have disturbed.

But the night remained still, and nothing attacked even as they pushed the car slightly uphill into the garage. The task was significantly easier with all three of them pushing the car in, the garage door squealed more as they shut it again, but after a long five minutes, they all agreed they were safe for now.

They reconvened in the hallway again. Mikey locked the front door before anyone could even get a word in.

“Did you find us a nice room?” Gerard wagged his eyebrows at Frank.

“It’s pretty clean.” Frank shrugged, underplaying the large, four-poster bed that made it feel like royalty slept there.

“I get the library?” Mikey questioned; Frank nodded without saying a word. Mikey nodded slightly in agreement and Frank couldn’t help but enjoy Mikey finally accepting him.

Ray moved past the group into the large living room, the couches didn’t look the most uncomfortable, and the fabric was made up of a rough type that reminded Frank of curtains. A gaudy floral pattern was plastered across each couch.

Ray patted the largest couch twice, kicking up a wide plume of dust causing him to cough. “Maybe I can throw a sheet over the couch and make it feel more… bed like.”

“There’s some extra sets of sheets and blankets in the closet down here.” Mikey pointed behind them at an unopened door under the stairs Frank had ignored earlier.

“Damn, you’re thorough for how quick you work.” Frank attempted to compliment Mikey, get him to feel more comfortable around him.

“There’s a reason I got out to check the house.” Then Mikey smirked at Frank, suddenly making Frank feel small like Gerard usually does.

He’s actually fucking smirking, Frank’s small grin twitched in the corner, unsure of how to feel.

Ray had already made his way around the kitchen to get to the closet without pushing through everyone. Mikey wasn’t kidding, there were at least four other bed sheet sets, multiple blankets of varying thicknesses and fabrics. Ray took the items off the top of each pile, too tired to think too much about it.

The time was already past three in the morning now, and everyone was struggling to keep their eyes open.

As Ray prepped his makeshift bed, Gerard began taking his leader role again. “Let’s just get as much sleep as possible. No alarms, we stay as silent as possible. Mike, you and I are going to go around and make sure the back door, and all the windows, are locked too before we head to bed.” Mikey nodded in agreement and started making his way around the kitchen first. He was peaking out the blinds too before pulling them all fully shut.

“Charlotte, Frank, Ray, get some sleep. We’ll figure out what to do next tomorrow.” Gerard talked through a yawn that fought its way through, forcing Frank and Charlotte to yawn together.

Ray was already cuddling up on the couch, content with not helping to ensure anyone’s safety. It helped Frank not to feel bad when he followed Gerard’s orders and headed up to their room, Charlotte close behind him.

They mumbled their goodnights before going to their separate rooms.

Frank stripped his clothes slowly, hoping to go to bed with Gerard, but once his clothes were off and he was under the blankets, he was unable to fight off unconsciousness as his head hit the pillow.

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xxscarletxrosexx · 6 months ago

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Rating Spy x Family 2024 (Ch. 93 - 108) + Overall (Ch. 1 - 108) Manga Experience

This was inspired by a Twitter/X post, and it just prompted me to make it into an activity for any SxF fans to complete.

The post generally asked for rating Spy x Family 2024, but as a post-graduate who suffered from multiple research projects, making accurate tests (objective, reliable, valid, realistic, and consistent) is deeply embedded into me, so I made a rubric that measured for accuracy (granted, of course there can be more questions but that can be a research gap (aka a limitation for this being called an accurate rating system) for simply being the only one who made the questions).

((And yes, all research conducted has limitation simply because the human error exists.))

Also, please note that Ch. 108 has not yet been published (not until Dec. 23), so that is a limitation already. Still, I gauged my answer with the chapters released so far.

Here are my ratings..

Spy x Family Overall Rating (Ch. 1 - 108)

1. Plot: 4.5/10

2. World Building: 10/10

3. Character Development(s): 10/10

4. Literary Devices (consistent use of parallelism, symbolism, foreshadowing, etc.): 10/10

5. Wait Time (for next chap): 7.5/10

6. Release Consistency: 6.5/10

7. Communication from Publisher(s): 8/10

Average score: 8.07/10

Spy x Family Overall Rating (Ch. 1 - 108)

1. Plot: 8/10

2. World Building: 10/10

3. Character Development(s): 10/10

4. Literary Devices (consistent use of parallelism, symbolism, foreshadowing, etc.): 10/10

5. Wait Time (for next chap): 8/10

6. Release Consistency: 7/10

7. Communication from Publisher(s): 9/10

Average score: 8.86/10

Questionnaires

1. What did you like?

I adore everything. I love that the central genre of the manga is found family, and how each character navigates to becoming humanized people after going through traumatic upbringing. The human spirit, resiliency, and journey through healing tugs at my heartstrings. Plus, I love that Endo-san is consistent as a storyteller through consistent use of literary devices and a show-not-tell approach, as well as in-depth research on topics, and doesn't shy away from mental health. And yes, TwiYor. Actually, I really love all the characters--they're realistically made, so I can't help but grow attached to them.

2. What didn't you like?

Murdock Swan. Ugh, I hate that man. In terms of readership, I kind of sensed that Endo-san is taking a different turn in the manga during this year, which kinda threw me off in terms of analyzing (he's normally consistent with how he progresses with plot and world building direction). I wonder if the changes he's made has affected his story direction. What I mean is the snow trip holiday and Marthanderson arc that might've disrupted the directional flow.

3. What was your favorite?

I will always mention the famous proposal scene in Ch. 2. But overall, I love all TwiYor scenes and Yor-centered Yuri-centered chapters.

Ch. 90.1 was probably the moment I thought, "Oh, shit. Endo-san is dabbling with linguistics." This further solidified my hyperfixation to the manga, and I've been analyzing both linguistically and literarily ever since.

4. What do you consider is/are the strength(s) of. Ch. 93 - 108?

Definitely world building, character development, and literary devices. These chapters demonstrated Endo-san's ability to flesh out the world of SxF and make his characters feel complex, more realistic, and relatable.

I felt that he was quite cheeky with some chapters this year (ex: Ch. 94 ski trip with TwiYor). I also got the sense he wanted to focus predominantly on more lighthearted themes, centrally on Eden kids before diverging to Marthanderson arc and back to Forger family relationship dynamic.

5. What do you consider is/are the weakness(es) of Ch. 93 - 108?

I felt that Endo-san probably struggled a bit with prolonging his direction in dark and serious themes. It most likely took a toll on his own mental health while also juggling with SxF events, promos, and merch taking place irl. I recall he mentioned an apology for prolonging Marthanderson arc for being longer than expected. Then, he'd return to another chapter focusing on light-hearted themes.

6. How was your readership experience?

Meh, for me. I didn't mind waiting every two weeks for a new chapter. I felt like this was very healthy for a mangaka's scheduling rather than the weekly update. I'm very mindful and considerate of a person's career, so I'm quite understanding. I also am happy that Endo-san is communicative majority of the time when he asks for hiatuses. I appreciate that he's putting his mental health and quality life first. Tbh, I see his hiatuses as an opportunity for adult readers to focus on living their own life (staying busy, make room for hobbies, etc.). So, I really don't mind these discrepancies at all.

One thing I've learned about pursuing your passions is that at some point, you come to hate your passion when you're put under pressure. So it's really good that he takes time off so he can maintain his passionate efforts (attention to detail, researching topics addressed, etc.) that he's embedded in previous chapters. It's quite obvious he puts a lot of love and care with each chapter he releases. I understand this very well because intense research like this can make me feel like writing becomes a drag rather than being more fun, from a fanfic author's POV. And I already think researching is such a drag considering I suffered through 3 years of post-graduate research paperwork (and will have to do research for the rest of my life as an expert in my field, henceforth) 🙃

7. What are things that could be improved on?

Darker themes addressed and prolonged. Spy x Family is dominantly wholesome rooted in their found family genre, but I'd love to see character development results due to growing out of trauma/dark themes (again, I'm fascinated with the human spirit and resiliency). I just hope addressing these topics won't hurt Endo-san's mental health too much. I guess another improvement for Endo-san is to find healthy management techniques when researching these difficult dark and serious topics. It can't be healthy to be stuck researching and writing about the same dark themes for x months (ex: Marthanderson arc was 6 chapters = 3 months of researching, drawing, and writing about a really traumatic experience for Martha & Henry).

8. What chapters are you looking forward to in future chapters?

More plot is given, but I also want more character lores! I think there will be more opportunities to revisit the Forgers' past more than once (speaking of Loid and Bond, since since theirs are the only one addressed by far). I'm looking forward to hearing more about Yor, Yuri, Anya, Sylvia, Franky, Fiona, Bond, etc.

I'm also looking forward to more character developments, especially the Forger family relationship dynamic. And of course, more TwiYor content and literary & linguistic content for me to nom nom and have me in a chokehold, which in turn would restrengthen my hyperfixation to the series. I look forward to analyzing and dissecting them 🍽 (and maybe make a fool of myself nerding out) 😅

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If you enjoyed the read and want to make your own, I made a rubric post here.

#spy x family #spy x family manga #manga review #spy x family 2024 review #rating #spy x family rating #applying my educational skills lol #gotta apply my research skills somewhere #scarlywroteathing #scarlymadeathing

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charlesandmartine · 6 months ago

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Wednesday 20th November 2024

A night containing some amount of rain, but fine at sunrise. The weather is a little weird with the East Coast wetter and cooler than usual. Here in Julia Creek, it would be expected to be in the mid forties as it has been for us further back. Yesterday, it was only 35, and whilst the locals are appreciating these low temperatures, one was saying that the more normal higher temperatures kick off the storms that clear the air. I guess you can't have it all. The tradie in the next unit is working on the railway clearing bush. He said he likes the cool 35. Did I mention the railway? The Mount Isa to Townsville line passes our chalet, probably 80 meters away. A narrow gauge line that carries kilometre long freight, mainly from the mines, but also a couple of passenger trains a day to the coast. Is this an interest or a nuisance?

Our accommodation, once again in trendy GWR livery, brown and cream, possibly painted at about the same time as the last steam train pulled out of Stogumber due to Beeching cuts. Due a paint job I think. The rest of the clientèle are employed by the railway or mines, and so are unlikely to make negative comments on TripAdvisor. By 7.30 the rest of our block had gone to work. We had a long conversation with a chap on his way to his work, which seemed to involve setting up a Vanadium mining operation near here. Locally, there is a small population of Dunnarts, a small marsupial about the size of a hamster. We are told that should you want to see Dunnart, then you must come to Julia Creek where, on the production of $5 you can see them being fed twice a day! This is where they are. Now, Dunnarts are viewed very seriously in these parts. They are more protected than grandma's best china tea set. They are like bats at home, so when our new friend's Company put an application in to open cast mine for Vanadium in quite a small area (236 acres I think he said), mention was made of the protection of said marsupial, whether he was there or not! The whole application then went into hyperdrive for examination of pros and cons. The pros are that you need this stuff to make the kind of batteries needed for renewable power. The cons are that you don't get important batteries that you need for sustainable power. Compare this he then said to the farmer on the adjoining property who has announced he is turning an enormous amount of turf, several times the size of the mine, over to growing cotton which apparently is certain death to the oblivious Dunnart, and he doesn't need permission. Well, that's bureaucracy for you.

After visiting an interesting collection of old photographs, including one of the NSW Bank branch in the High St, and Julia Creek then and now, we set off trying to follow a nature trail that took us along the banks of a severely seasonally shrunk river, then crossing the river and reversing the direction of trail on the opposite bank. Great plan, of course. If there were any guidance markers, we didn't spot them. Information like that is on a need to know basis only, but we followed our noses. It was as it happens a reasonable walk, but in the main, the nature we saw were just two-fold. One: flies, two: kites circling. Now I read that flies can live between 10 and 15 days and they sleep between 8 and ten hours a day. The flies today were making sure that every waking moment of their short lives was being lived to the full, and consequently they were everywhere we were, exploring nose, ear, eyes to the extent we had to hide beneath clothing.

The kites were also a puzzle. We were concerned that with so many aloft, there was insufficient prey to go around in these fields we were crossing. How could there be we wondered. Then, as we progressed along the river bank, it became clear that they were still circling, but following us! Thoughts of Alfred Hitchcock and The Birds came to mind. We were the prey!

Back at GWR for luncheon and the search for something else to do in this small town. There was the water tower, of course, but we thought we'd save that in case we got really bored. The only cafe is long closed. It opens at 4am, closing at 10.30am. We got there at 10.45 and were turned away. But we did still have some historic notice boards to do and the Duncan McIntyre Museum. Well, Duncan McIntyre was yet another Explorer. It seems most of these explorers spent a great deal of their time looking for the remains of other great explorers. In this case, in 1866 Duncan went off looking for the grave of Ludwig Leichhardt, the namesake of the last hotel we stayed in. Sadly, fever overtook him, and he died a couple of weeks later. A WS Sloman took over as leader and he died as well! William Barnett then assumed command, rooted around a fair bit not finding Leichhardt, they all gave up and went home. At least we now have yet another tree stump in the museum with DM on it, which marked his grave. It all goes to show what a risky business this all was in the 19th century without GPS.

After all this excitement, we returned to GWR for a pre-evening Northern Brewery beer. Then cooked a chicken curry washed down with SB whilst watching My Family on the telly.

ps. Sydney trains are on strike. A 9.5% pay deal was rejected.

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littlemisskittentoes · 2 years ago

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20 Fic Writer Questions

Massive thank you to @read-and-write-, @affectionatelyrs , and @daisymae-12 for tagging me! I am absolutely loving being a bit more involved with this community and interacting with all you lovely humans. It has made my heart incredibly happy 💖

How many works do you have on AO3?

I am but a baby, with a humble four works, and one drabble collection. Though I am proud to mention I do have several WIPs that I'm quite excited about, that includes some multi-chap pieces!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

Again, only at humble beginnings, clocking in at 9094

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, exclusively RWRB!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

boxing with no gloves

i'll love you when the ocean's dry

i'd be smart to walk away (but you're quicksand)

we should just kiss (like real people do)

5. Do you reply to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! Even throughout my grad program, workshopping always inspired me and pushed me to be a better writer. I love commenting on works that connect with me, and I think it's so lovely to interact with people that cared enough about my words to do the same on my stories!

6. What is the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Everything out from me right now ends with fluff! But I do have an assassination attempt fic in progress. It'll be a 5+1 that leans heavily into hurt, without much comfort. I'm not having it end with an 'unhappy ending'. But also not quite a light, 'feel-good ending'.

7. What is the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I have one upcoming Halloween, Huh? fic that will have the most tooth-rotting fluff, featuring drunk!Henry, at the end that I think will keep this spot warm for a while. But, available right now, I'd probably say "i'll love you when the ocean's dry".

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far, no. Thank gosh. I am an utter cry baby, and would sob profusely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

My first smut piece is coming out for Halloween, Huh? ! I've also got a few oneshots on the "WIPs to Start' list. I think the vast majority of smut I'll write will interact with kink or D/s dynamics. As someone involved in the community, I love imagining FirstPrince experiencing the intensity and range of emotions that often accompanies play in this sphere.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't, unfortunately. If I did, it would probably be some sort of FirstPrince x One Direction/Harry Styles or Taylor Swift situation.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! It would be a wild honor though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't! I love the idea of collaborative writing though!

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I think because FirstPrince is the only ship I've interacted with to this level, I have to say them!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

"You realize I'm a trapped animal down here? You're keeping me in a cage. You cannot possibly be so fucking obtuse as to not see I'm miserable," Alex's voice was obstinate, dripping venom into each syllable. Henry's eyes shuttered closed. He spoke with nothing but neutrality, but something in his features gave way to a quiet melancholy. "You know I'd free you if I could. This is bigger than us both, Alex. Hate me all you'd like. I can live with that if it means you're still breathing." -- or, an au in which Henry is Hades, Alex is Persephone, and the history books never quite got the story right.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think my imagery tends to come across quite vividly! I also really strive to create small, tiny moments filled with softness.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Humor. I have always struggled intensely in capturing lines that come across as genuinely funny.

I also occassionally find myself really having to work at getting pacing into something that feels natural and fluid.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in a another language in fic?

I've had short instances of Alex speaking Spanish in a fic or two so far. I try to do so cautiously. I have a big fear of misrepresenting a language out of ignorance. Luckily, I'm able to interact with some lovely Spanish speakers in the Brownstone Server that are kind enough to take a look at some lines now and then!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished, One Direction. Published, RWRB!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

"i'd be smart to walk away (but you're quicksand)"! it's my longest fic, and also has some lines i'm really proud of!

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I'd love to see your answers @treluna4 , @mudbloodpotter05 , @hypnostheory ,@hgejfmw-hgejhsf 💖

#fanfic #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue fanfic #firstprince fanfic #kittentoes facts

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nausicaaandhermouth · 6 months ago

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HELLO I found your doctor who fic In The Mouth Of Time and was wondering if that's still being updated, since the last update was in july? No rush at all, it's so gooood and I'm loving Ode so far, I was just wondering. Hope you're having a good day!

HELLO baha did not expect anything abt DW,, i already have chaps 8-10 written, they just need to be edited. i wrote the majority of itmot during manic episodes when i'd be really hyperproductive, so the progress on the story tanked when i wasn't being hyperproductive :')

i've been trying to properly organise the ideas i had for the story, so at least ik where i'm headed and won't just be writing via the power of the spirit, vibes, and coffee at 2 AM - but rn it's still on that planning phase, so i've put writing it on pause

but tyyy, glad you liked it!! appreciate your support 🤍

#nausicaas inbox

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shijiujun · 5 years ago

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[ENG] History3: Trapped Novel - Epilogue One: “And After, Tang Yi & Shao Fei”

~3,700 words

Translation Masterpost can be found here

Disclaimer: Translations are entirely mine and Wei’s - these are not official translations and some phrases have been changed for better English interpretation so you’ll definitely see better/different translations elsewhere. Also keeping in mind when we translated this we aren’t exactly thinking about the style of writing and this translation is as close to the novel as we can make it XD So yes, some parts may be a little awkward to read. And yes some teeny weeny details and words may not turn up in the translation because the Chi to Eng mind acrobatics didn’t work out. If you see asterisks, scroll all the way to the bottom for notes!

Epilogue One: “And After, Tang Yi & Shao Fei”

N Years Later, Shi Hao Corporation’s Building

A secretary, wearing high heels and dressed in a sharp blazer and pencil skirt ensemble, holds onto a freshly printed contract for a construction project and walks into the meeting room.

She bends slightly, standing next to the CEO and says softly, “Boss, this is the second version of the contract, if I could trouble you to check it over?”

“Nnn, just leave it here and I’ll have a look at it later. And also, make an appointment with Boss Chen for tomorrow evening at 7pm later, at…”

The man, clad in a sleek suit, simultaneously gives his secretary her tasks while listening to each department manager reporting on their respective progress. Suddenly, from the man’s jacket pocket comes the sound of a phone’s vibrations, and all the subordinates seated nearer to him all gesture to the other people in the room with their gazes and mouths after realising what is going on. At that, even the department manager currently giving his presentation ceases to speak, as he points the controller at the screen projector to pause his timed presentation.

“Ex-boss, Captain Meng has gotten injured, and he’s already been sent to Dr Jiang’s private hospital.”

“Nnn.”

The man immediately stands from his seat after ending the call and straightens out the wrinkles in his shirt before walking out of the silent meeting room with an upset expression on his face. Only when the CEO has entirely disappeared from their line of vision does everyone exhale nervously, as if a ban has just been lifted with the man’s departure.

“Whew…. Let the boys know to go over to Dr Jiang’s hospital and stay there, don’t let Boss or Captain Meng run into any more problems.”

After so many years of working on reforming Xing Tian Meng, the Xing Tian Meng that existed in the underworld no longer exists, and while it is entirely unavoidable that they still have some influence there, major departments in the company have actively tried not to step into the dealings of the underworld again.

“Should we call CEO Zuo to come back and take over?”

The department manager who was interrupted and forced to pause halfway through his presentation directs the question at the people seated nearest to him, looking at the projector.

“You fucking-”

Used to using these profanities to start any sentence, the man who just spoke automatically trails off. He glares at the department manager instead.

Coughing awkwardly, he says, “Do you want to die? Even if CEO Zuo said yes, Brother Dao Yi will never agree to it.”

Everyone else nods fervently.

That’s right, CEO Zuo and Brother Dao Yi finally got pregnant after much difficulty three years after they got married, and seeing as she was expected to be due in a few days, who would dare to ask CEO Zuo to come back to the office to handle work at this point? The Boss getting angry was one thing, but first they would have to go through Brother Dao Yi.

Geez! Just thinking about it makes everyone shiver and break out in cold sweat.

“Forget it, let’s settle the items that do not need the Boss’ final decision first, and the rest, we’ll wait for the boss to come back.”

“You’re right.”

Everyone present in the room is at the managerial level, so they immediately come up with a replacement for today’s agenda and continue with Shi Hai Corporation’s scheduled meeting while waiting for the boss, even if they don’t know when he’ll actually come back.

Hospital

“Fuck! Meng Shao Fei do you think that I’m that free every day? Didn’t I warn you not to rush to the frontlines and take on everything by yourself first every time you run into a problem? I still have two surgeries to scrub in on today, and in the end? I have to be here to wrap up your wounds for you. God, my life is so tough. This can obviously be passed on to a nurse to deal with but because of someone’s orders, I have to repeatedly revise my Year One course in basic nursing.”

Dr Jiang glares at the Captain who was personally escorted to his hospital just for a small 10cm wound, made by a perp with a knife.

“Hehe, thank you!” laughs Shao Fei breathily with his mouth wide, as he sits on the hospital bed and enjoys the special treatment that the hospital usually affords only their top VIPs.

That year, Captain Shi was thoroughly investigated by prosecutors due to his involvement with illicit drug smuggling and the double homicide case, which ended with him leaving the police force for good. And that very night that Captain Shi took the congratulatory pastries from Shao Fei from his daughter’s wedding, he left Shao Fei with one thing.

“Shao Fei, I’ll leave Team 3 in your hands.”

In the beginning, he didn’t understand what Captain Shi meant, until the new staff shuffle orders came from Human Resources, and that’s when he found out that Chief, while making his confession to his superiors, also offered a suggestion to their commanding officer.

“If you guys are looking for someone to take over my position and continue to lead Team 3, I recommend Meng Shao Fei to take on the position of Captain.”

Just like that, after a period of training and assessments, he is now sitting in Chief’s previous position. Before, the sound of Chief yelling was the thing Team 3 heard the most often; now, the responsibility of teaching the rookies has fallen on Shao Fei’s head.

“Meng. Shao. Fei!”

A cold voice echoes, and each word stabs right at Shao Fei’s ears as the door to the hospital room slides open.

The man whose name was called immediately freezes, and with wide eyes, Shao Fei looks at Tang Yi approaching him, not daring to move in the slightest.

“You’re finally here,” Dr Jiang side eyes the man who he expects would be here, and his voice dripping with sarcasm, he comments lightly, “Tang Yi, your darling baby’s wound has been given stitches and is all wrapped up properly. Hurry bring him home and discipline him, and stop wasting my gauze and antiseptic solution! He’s also taking up my VIP ward!”

Once he is done speaking, Dr Jiang pats at his robes with his hands and leaves the ward with the emergency first aid kit with him.

Tang Yi walks over to the side of the bed. Gently picking up Shao Fei’s bandaged left arm and hand, he asks with furrowed brows, “What happened this time?”

“How would I have known that the perp had a second knife on him? A moment of carelessness… and… this happened.”

Shao Fei swallows hard, and decides to omit the part where the knife came really close to his arterial vein on his neck, lest his ‘punishment’ becomes more severe.

Suddenly, Tang Yi takes out a metal pen from his chest pocket, plucking off the pen’s cover and viciously scratches himself on the arm, in the same spot as Shao Fei’s wound.

“What are you doing?!” Shao Fei yells angrily, and snatches Tang Yi’s weapon in hand away.

“Does your heart hurt?”

“Nonsense!”

Shao Fei grits his teeth and reaches out for the call button to get Dr Jiang who just left the room to come back. Just as he’s about to do so, Tang Yi firmly locks his hand around Shao Fei’s wrist to stop his movements.

“How much does it hurt?”

“It hurts a lot! You better fucking let go of me, I’m going to find Dr. Jiang-”

Tang Yi suddenly moves to cradle Shao Fei’s face with his hands, and kisses Shao Fei, who is in the midst of yelling at him.

Shao Fei has gotten used to intimacy with Tang Yi and out of habit, simply returns the kiss passionately, until rationality returns to him. Only then does Shao Fei push at Tang Yi, who’s kissing him so deeply. Idly, he chides himself for letting his mind wander off to other things right at this moment.

“Have you cooled down?”

“Not possible,” Shao Fei says as he picks up some tissue from the side and presses on the wound Tang Yi made on his left arm, treating the cut in the crudest way possible.

“Meng Shao Fei, since you can’t protect yourself well and not make me worry, then on the same spot where you get injured, I will injure myself as well. If you don’t want to see me continue hurting myself, then please restrain yourself, and protect yourself well. Your body is no longer just yours, because it’s an extension of me, and likewise, our bodies now belong to each other.”

“I’m sorry…. Tang Yi, I’m sorry…,” Shao Fei says guiltily, his mouth pressed next to Tang Yi’s ear and hugging the man before him tight.

“We’re finally together after so much hardship, I really don’t want to lose you.”

“I know…”

“So tonight, forget about sleeping.”

“Huh?”

The sudden switch in Tang Yi’s mood stuns Shao Fei, who was feeling so guilty a second ago. Now, all he can do is make weird noises, his mouth wide open.

“Alright, I’ve got to head back to the office and deal with work.”

Certain now that Shao Fei does not have any life-threatening injuries, Tang Yi kisses Shao Fei softly on the forehead and leaves the VIP-only ward with a smile.

“What a cunning strategist.”

Dr Jiang is leaning against the wall outside of the room, waiting for Tang Yi as he the man walks out of the ward.

Tang Yi looks at him out of the corners of his eyes, and laughs wryly, “Likewise. I cannot compare to Dr Jiang who took advantage of Xiao Shu Gong’s compassionate heart and conned his way into his affections by acting all innocent and pitiful.”*

“Tang Yi, are you happy right now?”

“Very.”

“Then that’s all good.”

With that, Dr Jiang, who still has two surgeries scheduled for the day, immediately turns around and coolly waves, his back faced towards this good friend who he has known for so many years now.

Next to a road

“Ex-boss, Captain Meng has gotten injured, and he’s already been sent to Dr Jiang’s private hospital.”

After sending ‘intel’ back to Tang Yi, Jack keeps his phone in his jacket’s pocket and continues to appreciate his little, hot-blooded police officer (boyfriend).

“You! And you! Bring him back and proceed with getting his statement, and remember to apply for an arrest warrant with the prosecutor's office.”

“Yes!”

Zhao Zi is standing downstairs and very naturally commanding the other team members to finish their job here.

A young police officer, who was transferred over to Team 3 just half a month ago, asks with concen apparent over his face, “Will Captain be okay?”

“Don’t worry! That shady doctor is very good at his job, ah-”

Realizing what he just said, Zhao Zi quickly covers his mouth. Looking around sheepishly and only after making sure that no one within earshot would expose him to said shady doctor does Zhao Zi put down his hands.

He pats at the young officer’s shoulder and says, “Someone else will take care of anything that happens to Ah Fei. All we have to do is finish up here.”

“Okay, Zhao Zi Ge.”***

The young officer bows to Zhao Zi respectfully, then jogs over to a nearby store to request to look at their surveillance footage.

“Hehe, he called me ‘Ge’!”

Now that he’s finally been promoted from ‘Zhao Zi’ to ‘Zhao Zi Ge’, Zhao Zi scratches at the back of his head with a really happy grin, but suddenly, he hears his stomach growl. He bends his head to look at his abdomen.

“Ah! It’s 6pm!”

His body alarm is even more precise than a clock as his stomach sounds at exactly 6pm to remind him to eat. Just as he’s looking around him to find a restaurant, he hears a familiar trumpet sound from behind him on the left, and a loud voice calling his name.

“Shorty! Here, over here!”

“Jack?”

Zhao Zi turns on his left and immediately discovers the huge food truck parked next to the road, and on the truck’s signage, today’s menu is written - Fried beef noodles, Beef Hor Fun, Beef Mui Fan, Beef Fried Rice, and Beef Noodles.

“Wow-”

Zhao Zi’s attention is captured by all the delicious food. He swallows and walks to the truck, and with bright eyes, he looks at Jack, who has since left his life as a mercenary behind since his days at Xing Tian Meng, with something akin to worship.

“How did you know that I wanted to eat all these?”

“I’m your personal chef, of course I know what you’re thinking.”

Jack, who has now become ‘Fang Liang Dian’, has finally returned to life as a common, normal man. Although his Swiss bank account has enough savings to let him spend over three lifetimes, he finds that a too-relaxed life is not suitable for him, and so he has now become Zhao Zi’s house-husband. Aside from being responsible for the shorty’s meals after he returns home, he also bought a food truck, and everyday all he does is chase after his little police officer across the whole of Taiwan on this truck so that he can provide Zhao Zi with piping hot delicious food at any time.

“Wow, I want a bowl of fried beef noodles, a beef hor fun, and another beef fried rice!”****

“No problem.”

A police car suddenly approaches the truck, and Lu Jun Wei pokes his head out of the window inquisitively, then orders unceremoniously.

“You’re here again? Just in time, I was getting hungry too, can I have a plate of beef mui fan please?”

“Of course, I’ll have to take 1000 NTD from the customer,” Jack says with a smile to this unwelcome guest who interrupted the conversation between him and his shorty.*****

“What?! 1000NTD? Are you fucking scamming me?”

Jack looks at him with disdain, and shakes his head at Jun Wei, “If I told you, that these dishes were made with Japan’s A5 Wagyu Beef, will you still say that I’m scamming you?”

“.....”

A, A5 Wagyu beef?! Just a few small cubes would cost up to 2000 or 3000 NTD, and he’s actually using this beef so luxuriously in a dish of fried noodles? Fried rice? Fried hor fun? And even beef noodles?

“You’ll be punished by the gods,” Jun Wei says, but still takes out two 1000 NTD notes from his wallet, “I’ll still like to have a beef hor fun and a bowl of beef noodles.”

Even though he feels sorry towards his wallet which just became full with his salary being credited for the month, towards this accessible price, if he doesn’t eat, he will let himself down.

“No problem at all, I’ll help the customer prepare his order, but the shorty gets priority, always.”

“Yes… I totally understand…”

This isn’t the first day Jun Wei is meeting Jack, how could he not know that this man’s principle of putting his Zhao Zi first?

Zhao Zi touches his ear and with a bit of embarrassment, says, “Jun Wei, sorry about this. I was here a few minutes earlier than you, that’s why.”

Jun Wei rolls his eyes at his junior who’s always this slow on the uptake, and cannot be bothered to explain to Zhao Zi why exactly his turn is behind Zhao Zi’s.

In the delivery room

“Gu, Dao, Yi,” Hong Ye, who’s currently lying on the operating table getting ready to deliver, yells angrily as she holds onto Dao Yi’s hand.

“Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. Remember you have to breathe later, breathe in, and breathe out… That’s right, breathe in, breathe out… Very good. Miss, you’re doing very well.”

“Didn’t I tell you that you’re not allowed to call me ‘miss’ anymore? Damn it! Where did that doctor go?”

“I’m sorry, don’t get so worked up der. Dr Jiang has already assigned his junior from the maternity center to be in charge of your delivery, so don’t worry. After all, Dr Jiang does not specialise in this.”

“Junior?! Can that doctor’s junior be trusted? Ah…. I’m in so much pain…”

“Don’t worry dear, Dr Wu’s reputation precedes him in this field, just leave yourself and the baby in his hands!”

“Gu Dao Yi I’m telling you first, I’m definitely not having a second one!”

Damn it, if it wasn’t because of how much she loved this man, Hong Ye would never have insisted on having their own baby, destroying her figure and taking on the risks of pregnancy and then giving birth to the child.

“Okay okay, we won’t, we won’t, our hands will be full with one child anyway.”

“Ah…. ouch-”

A few hours later, Hong Ye successfully gave birth to a cute daughter, and the new mom who has used up all her strength during delivery is wheeled into a single ward to rest.

A week later, the new baby’s uncles can finally visit at the newborn’s nursery in the hospital and are queuing up outside along the corridor, waiting for the curtains to be pulled open in five minutes.

After the curtains are pulled back, Shao Fei is the first one rushing to the windows with Hong Ye’s ward number, and inside, a nurse swiftly finds the baby among all the other babies in the room, bringing her to the window.

Shao Fei looks excitedly at the little baby, and says, “Wow, how adorable, Tang Yi look, next time the little princess will call you Uncle!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll teach her to first call you ‘aunt’!”

Tang Yi looks at his lover and smirks, and Shao Fei returns his remark with an eyeroll.

“Tch!”

Jack moves over to Dao Yi’s side, smiles and nods, “Dao Yi Ge, you’ve worked hard.”

Ever since Hong Ye’s pregnancy began, her temper became worser than before, and even Tang Yi who dotes on her the most was angered so much a few times, to the point where he just walked away, simmering with fury. Shao Fei usually argues with Hong Ye every meal on a normal day, not to mention during the period when she was pregnant. Only Dao Yi, who’s so well tempered, can handle his wife’s notorious temper, facing it with a smile from day one.

“Miss- Hong Ye worked even harder,” Dao Yi smiles.

Even though they’ve been married for a few years, old habits are really hard to change and he often calls her ‘Miss’, which resulted in Hong Ye leaving the house in anger, because she really hates that.

These nine months they really troubled the gelato ice-cream store’s boss. Usually, the boss changes the flavours available rather often, but to soothe his Hong Ye, Dao Yi asked him to always have the mint chocolate and mango sorbet flavours in store, just waiting for Hong Ye to visit. It also helped Dao Yi to know exactly where he could pick up Hong Ye from whenever she left the house angry.

Jack’s lips curve as he walks towards Zhao Zi, who’s pressed against the window glass entertaining the little princess. Sliding his arm around Zhao Zi’s waist, he asks, “You like children so much?”

“Of course I do! Babies are so adorable, who wouldn’t like them?”

“I don’t. They’re noisy, a nuisance, and they don’t understand human speech.”

The most important thing is, he can’t even lock the baby up in a cage like he would a pet, because he would be charged with abusing a child.

Zhao Zi looks so wistful then, and says, “So you don’t like children? And here I was thinking during Lunar New Year we’ll spring clean and take out my childhood photos for you to see. In this case, forget it then!”

“Wait! You said… whose childhood pictures?”

“Me! If not, who else?”

The moment he hears that it’s Zhao Zi’s photos, he demands, “I want to see!”

“Didn’t you say you dislike kids? They’re noisy, a nuisance, and don’t understand human speech? I think we should just forget it, what if you see me when I was younger, and then end up disliking me now?”

“Impossible,” retorts Jack immediately.

“But what if?”

“As long as it’s you, the younger you, or the older you… I like them all.”

Zhao Zi feels his cheeks heat then, and turns to look at Shao Fei, who’s laughing at him from the side.

“You, you, be quiet! You’re going to bother the little princess.”

“I don’t care, take out all the photos and give them to me. Everything of yours, they’re mine.”

“Okay!”

Once Jack sees Zhao Zi agree, his face all red, Jack’s expression morphs into that of a smile, and then he also bends forward to look at the fidgeting little baby on the other side of the glass.

“Hey, shorty.”

“What?”

“You really like children that much?”

Zhao Zi looks at his lover, and teases, “Didn’t you just ask me that?”

“Then…” Jack deliberately trails on, looking at the shorty’s face from the side, and very naughtily continues, “Shall we give birth to one then?”

“...”

Zhao Zi stares with wide eyes, turning to glare at Jack.

“No, one is not enough, you have to give me two. They better both be daughters, and they should look like me. When they grow up they’re guaranteed to be beauties,” Jack begins to fantasize about his future daughters.

He’s very proud and confident about his own looks.

“Fang, Liang, Dian!” Zhao Zi says through gritted teeth, syllable by syllable.

“Hnn?”

“Giving birth? Fucking hell, I’m a man! Go and die!”******

Zhao Zi lifts his leg and takes aim at one of Jack’s legs, but the man easily dodges the kick. With one person kicking and the other one dodging, in the end the both of them make so much noise that the head nurse ends up kicking them both out of the floor that holds the nursery room.

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Notes:

*”The artefact which has just been unearthed” - This is from the last episode, where Dr Jiang basically calls Tang Yi an antique which has never seen the light - In Chinese it works as a ‘name’ to call Tang Yi, but when translated there’s no way to translate it correctly without it sounding dumb lmao! The closest would be Dr Jiang going ‘hey you antique’ but that’s not exactly what the words mean, so I went with Tang Yi instead of “the artefact”

**Xiao Shu Gong is one of the characters from History2: Right of Wrong, Shi Yi Jie’s friend who seems to be an archaeologist as well, and he’s paired with Dr Jiang canonically in Trapped.

***Ge means ‘Brother’

****LMAO ZHAO ZI HOW MUCH CAN U EAT IN ONE SITTING?!

*****1000NTD is about 32USD

******I think I spoke to @florbexter on this when I first gave my very messy synopsis/summary on the chapter like... a gazillion months ago, and hmm yeah I ain’t too fond of this trope tbh. Read at your own risk and also this author is really NOT known for good writing. if you enjoy it great tho! if not don’t worry, and don’t think too much about it because... yeah this author and some details of the epilogue, not so great. We win some, we lose some, unfortunately.

#history3: trapped #history 3: trapped #history3圈套 #history 3: 圈套 #history3 novel #translations #history3 merchandise #AHAHAHA wow it's been so long guys #sorry bout that #chap 8-10 are still in progress #but i thought i'd give u guys the epilogues first

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blitheringmcgonagall · 3 years ago

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2021 in review: fanfic writer edition

Thank you @mppmaraudergirl for the tag❤️❤️❤️! This has been sitting here a few days and I’ve really enjoyed writing this year, so let’s go...

BY THE NUMBERS

words written: It’s about 4000 more than the published amount, at most!

words published (AO3): 123, 987 (I’m surprised it’s this much!)

# of published one-shots: 2

# of completed multi-chaps: 3

# of one-shots in progress: 0

# of ongoing multi-chaps: 2

# of fic ideas waiting their turn: 2

longest work: A Little Risk (78,932)

shortest work: Wildflowers (1.1K)

most chapters in a fic: A Little Risk has 10

highest # of kudos: A Little Risk

highest # of hits: A Little Risk

top 3 fics by kudos: A Little Risk, Wildflowers, Tight Quidditch Trousers & Other Distressing Things

top 3 fics by hits: A Little Risk, Boys Don’t Cry, Tight Quidditch Trousers & Other Distressing Things

BEHIND THE NUMBERS

most challenging fic to write: Definitely A Little Risk, because the plot is a bit complicated and I had no outline at all to start with, so that’s been a hoot (do not advise!!)

fic that came easiest to write: Probably Wildflowers, wrote it in one go, despite the angsty finish.

most true-to-the-outline fic: eh, this assumes I actually outline anything, which I don’t, so... probably the prank fic Boys Don’t Cry because it was intended from the beginning to explain why Sirius told Snape about the Whopping Willow, so the idea was pretty clear.

most unlike-its-outline fic: Probably A Little Risk because it had zero outline except the following ideas: Remus is a sassy detective, Lily is a Private Investigator and the coolest person in this fic, Sirius is a broody aristocrat, James is an Italian doctor, a muggle version of the canon prank, Snape is a bastard (what’s new), someone (that specific) gets murdered, someone (that specific) is the murderer, punching fascists activities would feature... yeah, no, that was the entire outline...

favorite reader freak-out: The comments on chapter 8 of ALR... basically AWWW followed by WFT???

most controversial scene: Probably still Chapter 8 of ALR!

hottest ask box topic of the year: Theories of who the murderer is in ALR and will Reggie be okay in the end

most loved OC: I don’t think I wrote any OCs this year!

most hated OC: ditto

favorite things about writing our heroes: The ridiculous amounts of pining, the stupid misreading other people, the banter, the Blackevans and Moonflower BroTP, the Prongsfoot BroTP?

favorite villain to write: Definitely love writing Snape so you all hate him

favorite marauder to write: Hmm, tricky. I am not actually sure about this one? In Boys Don’t Cry it was Sirius, in ALR it is probably Remus and James?

most I've cried while writing a scene: easy - the scene at the end of Boys Don’t Cry when Sirius sees Remus for the first time after the prank - devastatingly hard.

most I've laughed while writing a scene: probably writing Sirius trying to set up Jily in Tight Quidditch Trousers & Other Distressing Things.

smuttiest smut scene: lol none, I just don’t write smut even though I love it! Once I retire though... imagine auld one furiously typing away at fic entitled Smutty Smut Fest...

favorite Jily kiss i wrote: The first kiss in A Little Risk.

hardest trope/thing to write: the odd in-between chapter that you absolutely need for the fic to make sense, but doesn’t really attract you?

easiest trope/thing to write: Pining, and banter between them all, especially Lily and James, Remus and Sirius, and Sirius and James,

proudest fic moment: Ugh I don’t know, maybe chapter 10 of ALR?

any fic regrets? Not really, just wish I had more time to write.

2021 fic habits to break: Stop adding any more WIPs. And stop writing by the seat of your pants!!!

2022 fic habits to make: Plan. Make a fucking plan, for once. Please!!!

If interested, and absolutely no pressure whatsoever, I am tagging: @stonecoldhedwig @startanewdream @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @midnightelite @therealrjlupin @mollymarymarie @aeridi0nis @aqua-myosotis @mrs-stubby-boardman @corinnesamuels @dizzy--bird @clare-with-no-i @frustratedpoetwrites @pottinglilies @sweeethinny @thejilyship @hogwartslivy

and/or anyone else who wants to!💕💕💕💕💕

#end of year fanfic asks #2021 in review #marauders fics #loveliest tumblr friends #i love writing #join in if you wish

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radioapple-heathen · 8 months ago

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Masterpost

Hi folks! Since I've had an influx of new followers lately, figured it was about time I made one of these pinned posts.

Blurb: She/Her, married, thirties, aspec, rampant ADHD'er raising the next generation of neurodivergents. This was meant to be a sideblog for my brief fascination with radioapple, but now I'm actually hyperfixating on this pair, reading an unhealthy amount of fanfic, and writing fics, so I guess I'm stuck in this Hell with a very respectable penname to match. You can call me Hikari (a relic of my first ever fandom).

I usually won't take on more than 1-2 writing projects at a time, any more than that is a surefire way for me to end up with multiple incomplete projects, and it's really important to me that I finish the things I start (while fighting my ADHD brain every step of the way). Check out my fics, headcanons, and rec lists below!

My Fics:

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Multi-Chap, 4/4, Complete.

Summary:

Lucifer stumbles upon a rather effective way of shutting up The Radio Demon.

Alternatively, Alastor can't cope with his feelings and makes it everyone else's problem.

2. loml

Multi-Chap, 8/20, In Progress.

Summary:

“Why him?”

Lucifer crosses his arms over his stomach, hands clasping onto opposite elbows; a simulation of the hug he so desperately needs.

There’s a lot he can say here.

Like how Alastor makes his hopeless heart flutter with the belief that maybe dreams are still possible; that Alastor makes him feel something, anything, everything all at once, and it is as heavenly as it is torturous.

But all he can manage, in a voice so small he can scarcely believe it's his own, is, “He makes me laugh.”

Chapter Art: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

My Rec Lists:

My Top 10 Series Recs

My Top 10 Multi-Chap Recs

My Top 10 Oneshot Recs

(These are subject to change and will fluctuate over time as new content becomes available! But as of 9/1/2024, these are my top recs!)

My Headcanons:

Find them here!

#radioapple #appleradio #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor #hikari musings #masterpost

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azure-bliss · 4 years ago

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shinran oneshot

Fandom: DC

Pairing: Shinran

Excerpt:

“Shinichi,” she whispered, warm blue orbs losing focus as she looked at him, though her smile remained. She rose her hand to caress his cheek (she’s so, so cold). “You found us.”

Her chapped lips met his, and then, “Arigato.”

A/N: I swear that this was supposed to be fluffy but brain said nope, angst-infused it is. Also, I’m no expert in medicine nor the Japanese police system, even criminology for that matter. Spare me. Enjoy!

Day 9

“I should write a book.”

Shinichi’s first instinct was to snort, as he was reminded of Kogoro-ojisan’s—who he should really be calling otousan nowadays—intention of becoming a mystery novelist, much like his actual father. Kudo Yusaku had made millions writing his thrillers, and today, years after the older Kudo patriarch decided to publish his final novel, he was still adding money to the Kudo fortune.

Perhaps his mother playing the titular character in one of Night Baron’s spinoff adaptations, Lady Baron, played a huge factor too. His parents were weird that way, almost like a tag-team, because the moment Kudo Yusaku announced his writing retirement, Kudo Yukiko came out of hers.

It was as if they thought that the world could not handle more than three (he was pretty sure his popularity was on par with his parents, despite his lack of big screen appearances) famous Kudos at a time.

“Finally jumping on the full Kudo experience?” he teased, adjusting himself on the hospital bed where his wife sat, left arm wrapped around her whole frame, right palm covering hers.

Eyes focused on the little bundle in her arms, she hummed before answering, “A best-seller for sure.”

As if on cue, their newborn squirmed before revealing twin orbs that matched his mother’s, unfocused eyes looking up to the woman who went through hell and back prior to his birth.

“Anata,” she called, her tired voice laced with a hint of excitement. “He’s beautiful.”

Day 1

He stood in an abandoned room of an equally abandoned motel located just 50 km on the outskirts of Tokyo, the very location that had him and nearly the whole Tokyo Metropolitan Police Taskforce wrecking their brains and exhausting their resources to find. The identified suspect was one Seisaku Miyazaki, a serial rapist and killer with a tendency for flairs. The 27 crime scenes he left always had distinct blood splatter to them, resulting from either gunshot wounds straight to the temple, or intraoral ones.

Shinichi had never seen a crime scene so gruesome in his life.

As soon as Shinichi stepped into the room, the first thing he should have registered was the blood-spattered left wall and Seisaku’s limp and lifeless body on a chair in the same left corner, his riffle trapped in between his legs.

Instead, Shinichi’s frantic eyes zeroed on the figure on the bed in the middle of the room, merely 10 feet away from Seisaku’s body. The woman had her back against the headboard with an ungodly amount of blood running down her bottom half, arms cocooning a small bundle wrapped with a violet-colored cardigan—the same one she was last saw wearing before her disappearance.

She had her eyes on her baby, as if the newborn was the only person who mattered, seemingly unbothered by the chaos unfolding before her. It took the lead detective a full five seconds to notice that the newborn—oh God, their newborn—was not crying.

He was beside her in her flash, holding her tighter than he should. His wife was again, unbothered, but he noticed that she closed their baby more to her semi-naked chest. The cuts and bruises on her face and torso did not go unnoticed by him. All of Seisaku’s victims had the same markings, but unlike those women who bled from their heads, she was bleeding from bottom down.

Kudo Shinichi screamed for the medic.

It was only then did he hear a soft cry, and he released a breath he did not know he was holding.

“Anata,” she called, finally removing her gaze from their son to look at him “He’s beautiful.”

Her face was pale and hollow, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her eyes and the gentleness of her smile.

His heart both bloomed and broke for her.

“Ran,” he choked out the name he’d been desperately calling for the past few hours. “You’re going to be okay.”

When the medic team finally appeared, his wife first handed the closest medic the baby, “Take care of him, onegai,” she requested, sounding too much like a plea. “He’s a good boy.”

Releasing her son’s warmth, the brunette fell back onto her husband, who caught her naked shoulders, throwing her full weight onto his.

“Shinichi,” she whispered, warm blue orbs losing focus as she looked at him, though her smile remained. She rose her hand to caress his cheek (she’s so, so cold). “You found us.”

Her chapped lips meet his, and then, “Arigato.”

With a sigh of relief, she shut her eyes, and rolled limp further into her husband’s embrace.

Shinichi’s world stood still, the only things registering in his mind were his wife’s cold body, and their newborn’s loud cries in the distant.

Day 8

She was in pure fight mode, forcing her body to function and conscious to stay awake. Once she knew that her child was safe, all the injuries and agony finally caught up to her, and she welcomed the numbing darkness.

The last thing Ran remembered was Shinichi’s rapid heartbeat drumming her ears.

The new mother woke up a week later, on an unfamiliar bed, to the familiar but tormented eyes of her husband.

“Baby,” she mustered breathily, and her husband’s eyes all but softened.

She knew that they were safe.

Day 10

It was another two whole days before she was deemed fit enough to hold her newborn.

“Anata,” she beams, “He’s beautiful.”

“He is,” the Heisei-Reiwa Holmes agreed. “The brat gave the doctors and nurses a fright with his fever, would not stop crying too.”

If his wife was worried, she did not show it. “Is that true?” she cooed, “But you’re okay now, aren’t you sweetheart? Your Papa found us after all.”

Day 0

Kudo Ran did not fit Seisaku Miyazaki’s victim profiles by the slightest. The females he preyed on were usually late teens to early twenties, lived alone, physically petite, and had questionable practices in their private lives.

Or, in the words of Seisaku himself, whores.

Catching the serial killer had been the detective’s top priority, with the death count at 27 and the most recent killings at the heart of Tokyo, it was one of the most challenging cases for him to date.

With half of the murders in Tokyo and the other half in Osaka, it was a no brainer for both Detective of the East and West to join hands, special taskforces from Tokyo and Osaka rallying under their (unofficial) command. The investigation had been ongoing for more than four months before special unit finally made a definite progress, being able to identify a potential victim, shadowing her day and night, coming in to save her just in time from being abducted, and arresting Seisaku’s paid minion.

Genzo Okubo was no Seisaku, the two detectives figured. The latter was confident, methodical, a true psychopathic mastermind, yet the man they caught fumbled with his words, sweated profusely, and most importantly, had little loyalty as he quickly confessed to everything.

The unit rejoiced, but Shinichi and Heiji knew that it was too simple, as if Seisaku wanted Gento to be caught.

By the time they were finished with the guy, it was already 2 a.m.

The lack of miscalls from him wife caught him off guard.

He tried not to panic, reasoning to himself that Ran was probably at her parents’, fell asleep, and his in-laws forgot to inform him. After all, it would not be the first time this had happened. If anything, the Mouris had not stopped fussing over their daughter, and with this case constantly on his mind, Shinichi had not really been the doting husband and father-to-be that he ought to be. Their six-year-old twins were away with his parents somewhere in New York, the elder Kudo couple wanting to give the once-again new parents space to get ready for the youngest Kudo’s arrival.

Halfway through dialing Eri’s number (because his mother-in-law was a light sleeper), Heiji burst into the break room with a suspicious package in his hands.

“Kudo,” the dark-skinned detective panted, as if he just ran up flights of stairs instead of taking the elevator, “that bastard’s got Nee-chan.”

Inside the package were two things: a picture of a very pregnant Kudo Ran, blindfolded and gagged, and a lone platinum wedding band.

Day 10

“He panicked.”

“Hmm?”

“Seisaku-san, he panicked.” His wife stated, the name of her kidnapper rolling of her tongue like she was mentioning a student of hers. “I started having contractions, started bleeding too. He mumbled something about ‘not following his plan’.”

Shinichi rose his brows, puzzled by Ran’s statement, but he let her continue.

“I think,” she paused, readjusting her hold on their son when they boy started to writhe, “that he was halfway out when Seisaku-san decided to shoot himself.”

Her voice was cool, too indifferent, and deep down, Shinichi knew that his wife may be scarred for life.

“Three sounds,” she gulped then snickered. “Me screaming during the final push, the baby’s cries, and the riffle going off.”

Shinichi held her tighter.

“His blood was everywhere, Shinichi. On the walls, the carpet, the bed, my face,” There are now cracks in her voice, the memories flooding her overwhelmed mind as she remembers it all again, “On our baby boy.”

“Ran…” He trailed off, not knowing what to say. His wife and son were alive, but the trauma she went through was something he wished on no one, not even Seisaku himself.

“I didn’t want him to get cold, so I wrapped him with my cardigan. Not the most hygienic, I know, but I didn’t exactly have many choices,” a chuckle. “He locked the door, so I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t exactly kick the door open, my energy was spent on giving birth. So, I started breastfeeding the baby, burping him…making sure he was alive long enough for you to find us.”

Something in him shattered even more.

Ran averted her eyes away from their son to look at her husband, their faces only a few centimeters apart. There were no tears in their eyes, the pain and regret that remained in their hearts too crushing to be expressed by mere crying. “I’m safe, our boy is safe, because you found us. None of this is your fault, so please, Anata,” she kisses him before continuing, “don’t blame yourself.”

Shinichi could not imagine what life would be without her. She was his wife, partner, lover, best friend, soulmate, the mother of his children, his world, his everything.

“Okay,” he promised simply, capturing her lips for a second time before kissing her forehead. “I love you.”

He felt her smiling into his neck, and at that moment, nothing was wrong; they were whole.

They stayed like that for a few more moments, savoring the peaceful yet short time they had with their baby boy before one of the nurses took him away for the night.

Day 11

“Your book,” Shinichi remembered far into the night. “What are you going to write about?”

A mischievous look twinkled in Ran’s eyes, and the man knows that his wife will heal just fine. “Kidnapped 101.”

- end

A/N: Nope, not their firstborn. And I also imagine that Ran has had her fair share of getting kidnapped so might as well write a book on it lmao.

#shinran #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #fanfic #detectiveconan #hurtandcomfort?

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jimilter · 4 years ago

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▸ stuff i’m workin’ on;

— hello, y’all! this is a space where i would be storing all of my fic ideas along with the states of their progress.

legend -

writing 📝 - i’m actively working on these

conceptualized 💭 - i’ve got these plotted out but am yet to begin writing

preliminary 💡 - i have a very basic idea that i may or may not work further on

updated: march 9th, ’23

↦ writing 📝

📝 for you, i’d leave it all (m) | hoseok x reader | f2l | youth series

Jung Hoseok has the biggest crush of his life on this girl that runs the ice-cream parlor across the rehearsal halls. They are friends, he hopes they can be more – but can that really happen when his mother so clearly detests her? Hoseok doesn’t know if he should follow his heart blindly, or heed to his mother’s warnings and proceed with caution. When this girl’s smiles keep him up at night, all he can do is hope that she won’t break his heart.

est. no. of chaps/wc: ~10 k progress: 30%

📝 not to fret (m) | lead guitarist!yoongi x reader | s2l | for can’t be tamed, a roskstar!bts collab

When you heard that your college crush made it big after he dropped out, you didn't think it meant this big – so big he's got one groupie sucking his face and another sucking his neck, in a coffee shop. Ashamed of how your heartbeat still trips despite the disgusting sight, you are pulled out of your self-loathing by a handsome, silver-haired stranger in a sexy leather jacket. Needless to say, Min Yoongi's Harley isn't the only thing you are riding tonight.

est. no. of chaps/wc: ~8 k progress: 80%

📝 when love’s around (m) | fuckboy!jungkook x best friend!reader | bffs2l, college!au, unrequited love!au

You don't know why you even consider yourselves to be best friends anymore when Jeon Jungkook has obviously stopped being the guy you've known all your life. And why do you still have feelings for him? This isn't the guy you fell in love with – you lost him at some point in the past two years, when this wannabe fuckboy took his place.

est no. of chapters/wc: ~15 k progress: 60%

📝 make it last forever (m) | yoongi x reader | fake dating!au, fwb!au, s2l | mini-series

You despise people that barely know you and yet make your love life their business, with all their unwanted opinions and suggestions. Min Yoongi despises people that are unfaithful and blame their unfaithfulness on their partners’ busy work schedules. Your incentives are incomparable. But to the both of you, faking a relationship with each other feels a lot easier than finding real solutions to your supposed “problems.” A win-win, yeah? Hell yeah. Or it would be, if you could see this to its end without getting your heart broken...

est. no. of chaps/wc: 5 - 7 progress: 10%

📝 are you dumb? (m) | ta!namjoon x phd student!reader | s2l, pwp

Before any accusations get tossed around and judgements are made, you would like to clarify that you are smart, okay? Always been at the top of your class; can speak seven languages; have an IQ of 160; and are about to finish up your PhD. But even if you weren’t the genius that you factually and actually are, you’ve been assisting in this class for five whole months; you know it word-to-word. There is no reason for you to be making a fool of yourself in front of the new TA, Kim Namjoon. But here you are.

est. no. of chaps/wc: 7 - 8 k progress: 10%

📝 can’t get much higher (m) | actor!jimin x interviewer!reader | series | hollywood!au | infidelity!au

Sleeping with an actor discreetly is hard enough in itself. But sleeping with an actor discreetly while managing your own job as a television talk show host and keeping up appearances with your popstar boyfriend? It's a freaking nightmare that you hate having conjured up for yourself. But what are you supposed to do when Jimin Park happens to be a handsome, charming, sexily smirking, solidly built, heart-stealing son of a bitch ready to pull out all stops to woo his way into your bed? Not let him into it? Sure, you're independent, ambitious and strong, but not that strong.

est. no. of chaps/wc: 8 - 10 parts progress: 15%

📝 can’t deny my appetite (m) | monster!yoongi x monster!reader | for happy hentaiween, a monster!bts collab

In the entirety of your existence as a Dream Walker, traveling through people’s dreams and feeding on their subconscious fears, you had only heard tales about the Dream Whisperer – a creature that granted humans erotic dreams, taking them away from the fear that you survived on – and had never actually encountered him. But tonight, when the said monster physically appears between you and your food, you might end up feeding on more than you were prepared for.

est. no. of chaps/wc: 5 - 8 k progress: 5%

📝 heaven’s a heartbreak away (m) | ceo!seokjin x assistant!reader | f2l

Kim Seokjin has been the best leader his family's centuries old fashion brand has ever seen. You would know – you've been his trusted secretary all along the journey. Now when he has been disrespectfully kicked out of the position that no one can handle better than him, he needs to show the new leaders what they have lost. You’re there for him, of course, ready to aid him with it, as his secretary, his friend, and…whatever he needs you to be. But – what if he doesn’t really need you at all?

est. no. of chaps/wc: 15 - 17 k progress: 50%

📝 no hard feelings (m) | yoongi x reader | e2l | youth series

A student has recently started writing music reviews for the university’s myriad of boybands in the quarterly journal. Yoongi doesn’t really get why he should pay attention when he isn’t a ‘band’ in any shape or form, until -

Until she decides to threaten his post-grad gold medal with her ridiculous review.

Now, this Hellion doesn’t know who she’s dealing with, because Yoongi doesn’t give up without a fight. Game fucking on.

est. no. of chaps/wc: 15 - 20 k progress: 5%

↦ conceptualized 💭

💭 headfirst (m) | taehyung x reader | s2l!au

When your parents forced you to go on a date with the Kims’ only son, you didn’t anticipate the rumored uptight guy to be this sweet. Or funny, or handsome, or witty. Taehyung is - perfect. But that’s just the thing with perfection; it’s often too good to be true.

est. no. of chaps/wc: 15 - 20 k

💭 lick the wrapper relationship status: pending (m) | jimin x reader | college!au | f2l!au

— sequel to ain’t real cherry! | summary tba

est. no. of chaps/wc: ~ 10 k

💭 strawberries and cigarettes long nights & daydreams (m) | jimin x reader | one-shot | youth series

— exes to lovers!au | summary tba

est. no. of chaps/wc: 15 - 20 k

💭 loyalty (m) | bodyguard/ex-special agent!jungkook x married/older!reader | series | based off k-drama the k2′s kim jeha x choi yoojin

“How do you feel, madam?”

It suddenly hit you how none of your visitors, so far, had put up this particular question to you. Sure, they’d asked how you were doing, if you were okay, if anything hurt, if you needed anything, and more – but none of them had put up a question about how you felt.

And the first question out of Jungkook’s mouth was just that.

Of course it was.

est. no. of chaps/wc: 10 - 15 parts

💭 a gold-digger's guide to holy matrimony (m) | ot7 x reader, jungkook x reader | series

When you barely pass high school and all your plans of going to college and acquiring a degree worthy of a six figure salary fall through, what’s a girl to do? Give up on her dreams? Surely not - not when there are other ways of making easy money. Marrying rich, for one.

est no. of chapters/wc: 10 parts

💭 five times jungkook and you almost kiss, and the one time you actually do (m) | jungkook x reader | one-shot | 5 + 1 type fic

— chaebol!au | arranged marriage!au

“Just so we’re clear,” you say, eyes meeting his in a glare, “I hate every bit of this.”

Something flashes in Jungkook’s eyes just as his smile dims. But then he throws his head back and laughs in your face.

“Just so we’re clear, babe,” he mocks, blinking slowly and leaning his face close to yours, “nobody gives a fuck if you do.”

est. no. of chaps/wc: tba

💭 got a secret, can you keep it? (m) | namjoon x reader | one-shot | youth series

So maybe Namjoon is being a bit paranoid. But is it really his fault when the list of what-ifs surrounding this whole issue seems to be endless? His entire career is resting in the palms of a stranger that he’s only ever met once.

He just hopes he would be able to graduate without this ‘Cupcake’ person accidentally getting him expelled, thanks to the university’s dumbass old-fashioned regulations.

On that note – what in the stripping club kind of a name is Cupcake, anyways?

est. no. of chaps/wc: ~ 10 k

💭 just another dressed up heartbreak (m) | jungkook x reader | one-shot | youth series

Jeon Jungkook is like a breath of fresh air to you – someone honest, humble, sweet and selfless in your world full of deceit, greed, pretense and lies. But as you find yourself wanting to spend more time with him in name of finishing your team project, it doesn’t even occur to you once that the feeling might not be as mutual as you would like.

est. no, of chaps/wc: ~ 15 k

💭 under your spell (m) | jungkook x suspected witch!reader | one-shot | spin off to the prince’s cinderella syndrome

When Jeon Jungkook thought his roommate's girlfriend's wandering eyes were going to be the biggest of his worries, he hadn't a clue about how one kiss from her could cast a colossal spell upon him. Literally.

est. no, of chaps/wc: 10 - 15 k

💭 [name tba] (m) | taehyung x reader, jimin x reader | one-shot

— pen pals!au | summary tba — loosely based on the bollywood movie mujhse dosti karoge!

est. no. of chaps/wc: ~ 20k

💭 [name tba] (m) | rich boys!maknae line x escort!reader | mini-series

Three rich and handsome men each want you to spend a week with each one of them. You suggest them to give you a sample to help you choose.

est, no. of chaps/wc: 4 parts

💭[name tba] (m) | half ghoul!jimin x human!reader x ghoul!yoongi | one-shot

— summary tba | tokyo ghoul!au — for a tba collab :]

est. no, of chaps/wc: ~ 15 k

↦ preliminary 💡

💡 a sweet recipe (m) | seokjin x reader | one-shot

baker!jin | established relationship!au | inspired by a buzzfeed quiz

💡 paramount (m) | jimin x reader | one-shot

nugatory sequel

💡 behind the stage (m) | ot7 series of one-shots

photography studio!bts x reader (multiple occupations, diff. per member)

💡 [name tba] (m) | jimin x reader | one-shot or mini-series

gold-digger’s guide!jimin x wannabe hooker!reader | sugar daddy!jimin

💡 [name tba] (m) | taehyung x reader | one-shot

psychotherapist assistant!reader x dealing with erectile dysfunction!tae

note: i cannot give out any concrete dates of posting most of these, because i don’t write like that. but i hope to be able to be share all of these stories with you all!

— masterlist — talk to me! — support me!

#bts #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts imagine #wips #psa #not q

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bindtorturekillme · 4 months ago

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Your Eyes, Vacant and Stained

Ch.14 - 5.3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

Frank gave Gerard a disgruntled look, scrunching up his nose, “We’re going to stay quiet, who knows what’s on the other side of those doors.”

“If I were four zombie apocalypse adventurers…, where would I get captured…”

Gerard giggled at his own dark joke before pushing forward through the double doors.

Warnings

Support my AO3 with part fourteen otherwise, enjoy ♥

The hour and so drive went quicker than Frank expected, especially when they realized the CD was a mix of artists and not just one Weezer album.

They both remained silent for the drive, but once the GPS led them to a small, gated community they both straightened in their seats and peered around. The sun was setting before they reached the neighborhood.

The gated community was more of a neighborhood of smaller gated communities consisting of four to five houses each. Once they passed the neighborhood threshold, there were no signs of zombies at all. The streets were mostly clear, Frank could see inside the gated areas, and some had cars parked in front of houses. No blood, old or new, was staining anything, but there also didn't seem to be any living humans patrolling or cleaning up.

The GPS led them to the back of the neighborhood that eventually looped at the end and led all the way back up the way Frank and Gerard just came from. They had passed at least thirty houses, each one looking similar but not identical to the last, one contractor clearly designed this place.

All the gates were closed except for the one they were being led to, that gate was swung completely open and looked to be tied up with fairy lights. Gerard cut the engine just outside the gate, parked in a way they'd be able to hop in and escape if necessary.

As they walked through the gate, they realized the fairy lights led from the gate to the center of the houses in the roundabout. There were five houses which the fairy lights also led to from the center. The deeper they walked into the roundabout, the louder the music they hadn't noticed at first became, and the darker it grew.

Each exchanged a hesitant look before lifting their weapons. They both opted to leave most of their things in the car; Gerard decided to leave the gun in the car to attract less attention to them, but Frank wondered how smart that was now. Most of the houses they passed had all the lights off and seemed uninhabited, but these five were blasting light like the sun. Frank wondered how every light being on in every house hadn’t already attracted major hoards.

The closer they got to the fifth, odd house in the center of the other four, the two realized it wasn’t really a house but a cathedral mansion. It had everything a house did but was triple the size and had windows larger then four Franks put together. The top peeked like a church with a cross at the very top, spotlights from either side of it highlighted it like a star on top of a Christmas tree.

The music was noticeably loud now, neither of the men recognized the lyric-less mess of instruments but it brought a homely, warm feeling to the place. Neither of them feared a possible zombie jumping.

Before they could reach the door to the church, a giggling bunch of children ran past them quickly, not giving them a second glance as they entered one of the neighboring houses playing a game. Frank and Gerard exchanged a what the fuck kind of glance before lowering their weapons completely and letting themselves into the large white wood doors.

Despite the entryway being huge, it still looked and felt like a normal home. There was a bench on each side of the door with a couple pairs of shoes hidden beneath them. A nearly empty coatrack covered a corner with a decorative plant. The archway out led to a huge living area with three triple cushioned couches, each pointing to two separate flat screens that were hung next to each other on the wall.

There was no sign of anyone being here. Everything was pristine white and looked untouched, or just cleaned.

“Now this is a set up,” Frank cracked a forced smirk and elbowed Gerard in the side. “You guys wish you could’ve had this at that appliance shop.” He let out a chuckle, Gerard relaxed a little with it.

“Come on, we need to find them… The pin just stops in the house…” Gerard walked through the living room to find an equally as large kitchen that was just as sterile feeling.

On the opposite side of the living room, Frank opened the door to a master looking bathroom; full tub with shower, a toilet, a sink that could have been a double but instead had an oversized bowl with a weird design. The door next to that was a deeply shelved towel closet stuffed full and smelling fresh.

“Gerard… everything here is so…”

“Clean.” They both met in the living room, “I know. It’s weird. Those were normal kids out there, though, so there must be people here.” Gerard turned towards the giant double doors that sat on the opposite wall from the front door. “We can go through there, otherwise, there’s a staircase that leads to a basement in the kitchen.”

Frank’s head tilted slightly, “Basement?”

“Well, the stairs go down, they lead us to a lower level.”

Frank pointed to the double doors, “Let’s quietly peak through those, did you hear any sound coming from the staircase?”

Gerard shook his head, “The music is still pretty loud over there, we can check the doors quietly but I doubt anyone is going to notice us.”

Frank gave Gerard a disgruntled look, scrunching up his nose, “We’re going to stay quiet, who knows what’s on the other side of those doors.”

“If I were four zombie apocalypse adventurers…, where would I get captured…” Gerard giggled at his own dark joke before pushing forward through the double doors.

Frank was right to be quiet, the doors led out to a wide landing with a double staircase leading down into one of the largest chapels Frank had ever seen. It was currently empty, from where they peered down to it.

This temple was very different from how typical Christian or Catholic churches looked. The pews were dark wood chairs cushioned with cream pillows. All the chairs faced into the middle of the room towards a single body pedestal surrounded by stairs. The windows didn’t have any beautiful mosaics, instead they were typical large windows you would see in a house with vaulted ceilings. A large gold framed mirror was hanging on the wall opposite from the men, where either side had an door propped open to the backyard.

The music was blaring in here, bouncing off the walls with an uneasy echo. The smell of hot, roasting meat also drifted its way into their nostrils, Frank’s mouth nearly watering.

“Hey…” A nudge from Gerard ripped his eyes away. Gerard’s hand was extended, pointing out one of the tall windows next to the pews. Only a few feet away from the building was a huge dance floor with a handful of kids still on it.

The music started to die, and the kids quickly began to filter out of sight towards the open doors. Frank and Gerard crouched at the top of the stairs, waiting for them to enter but they stayed in the yard. The music was quickly replaced with the sound of squealing excitement from a choir of children.

The two of them exchanged a look of confusion before creeping their way down the stairs. Nothing from outside came into view until they were nearly at the doorway. The outside expanded only a few feet back and had multiple fairy lights strung up over a long table with food sprawling from one end to the other. Tens of circular tables with nice tablecloths, also covered in hot meat dishes, surrounded the front of the table filled with people of all ages in nice dresswear.

The main table was set so everyone was facing towards the temple except for four, very familiar heads facing the opposite way. The table looked uneven and strange, young children sat at each end and filled most of the seats moving in besides a handful of adult women who sat every five to seven kids.

In the center of the table, standing tall with raised arms was a man dressed in a black tux with no jacket. His vest was a deep purple overtop a grey shirt and jeans. It wasn’t until they noticed the guy praying to the sky that they realized each woman at the long table was also wearing purple, but in shades that gradient from light to dark, left to right. They all had matching sandy, blonde curly hair. Each child was also dressed in a corresponding color to the woman who they now assumed to be each child’s mother while the man was likely the father, or husband, to them all.

“And let us welcome our new guests!” The praying man yelled, scaring Frank and Gerard. His raised hands extended out towards them before splaying out to either side of the table. “Join us, friends. Everyone is welcome here. The food is fresh and still hot, and we still have plenty seats open.” Frank and Gerard hesitated momentarily before stepping past the threshold into the lawn.

Everyone was silent as they paused just outside the door for a moment to take a glance around. Every single pair of eyes was glued to them like a horror movie hivemind. The silence made Frank’s stomach turn. Ray, Mikey, Scarlet and Charlotte remained unmoving and looked slumped over now that they were getting closer.

“Moriyah, Willow, fetch the two men a plate. Little bit of everything.” Two girls from different moms stood quickly and raced to a standing metal rack of white plates. They looked around the same age but were dressed in very different styles of dresses. Each a different shade of purple.

They stacked the plates high with an assortment of sliced fruits and steaming hot meat, a little salad, and some form of mashed potatoes with a dark gravy. Their plates were placed at either end of their friend’s chairs. The two young girls pulled out two empty chairs and offered them out towards the men, keeping their eyes on their feet. Frank and Gerard exchanged a worried look before separating and taking a seat next to Ray and Charlotte.

The girls took their original seats back quickly, Gerard stared over at their group of friends who were all sitting with their eyes shut, but still obviously breathing. Each of them also had a plate in front of them. Frank stared down at the food. Strong scents of rosemary and thyme were nearly overwhelming his senses now.

“Please, help yourself everyone.” The praying man said, first staring each at Frank, then Gerard, before moving on to sweep his eyes over the crowd around them. “Do not wait for me, I will be ensuring our new friends feel welcome and have everything they need.”

Frank glanced up at the man who was continuing to stand there, towering over everyone in the area. Gerard elbowed Ray in the gut, succeeding in getting him to stir and force open his eyes.

His face was heavy, looking exhausted and high. Ray stared at Gerard for a long time, saying nothing, his face remaining blank with beat red eyes. Slowly, his gaze moved from Gerard’s face down to his plate, where his gaze remained as a small grin lazily plastered across his lips.

Gerard’s eyes shifted quickly between Ray’s plate and face; his plate looked identical to his own. Something Gerard didn’t think more of after moving on to poke his brothers arm gently, reaching past Ray to get to him.

Mikey woke with a response like Ray; his eyes were groggy and red, his face looked heavy and hard to hold up as he stared blankly at his brother. Gerard had seen them both high before, but this was worse than that, they seemed tranquilized. Mikey’s attention also quickly left Gerard’s face and moved down to his own plate.

Both slowly began taking small bites of each of their dishes, Gerard peered around the long table and realized all the children and mothers were also beginning to eat. Every one of them had their head down as they discretely took tiny bites of their meal as well.

Around them, the round tables seemed to do the same. The women and children had their heads hung over their plate as they took small bites. The men held their chins high as they grossly chomped at their thicker than average meat slices, grease dripping down many of their chins.

Frank’s attention had returned to his plate as he examined the food. The potatoes were fully mashed, had green herbs littering throughout and the gravy was thicker than he was used to with an unrecognizable smell. The meat was thicker and fattier than his normal cuts of meat as well, he assumed home grown animals were a possibility and maybe their cuts were different then restaurants or stores. The scent of the meat was what made his mouth water, though.

At some point, Mikey had nudged Scarlet into Charolette, waking both from their tranquilized slumbers to barely orientate themselves before also finding the food and digging in. As Frank watched everyone else eat, he suddenly lost his appetite. He was also overly aware that the man was still standing in front of them, watching them but saying nothing.

Frank noticed immediately Gerard was also not touching the food, instead he scanned the room and met Frank’s eye on his way back up. Between them, their friends were grossly devouring their food like everyone else. The biggest difference was Scarlet and Charlotte’s chins remained high along side Ray and Mikey.

Gerard broke his gaze with Frank to look at the standing man, who happen to be staring down at him with wide eyes and a creepy grin.

“Please, friend, eat. Food has become scarce around here.” Gerard’s eyebrows twitched, his eyes fluttering quickly back over the table again to admire the copious amounts of food that currently surrounded them.

Gerard picked up his fork and poked at the food, pushing some of it around to examine the inside of it all. The meat was what he was least familiar with, he cut into it with the side of his fork, and it nearly melted apart like slow cooked meat usually does. But the smell was off, even with the copious amounts of herbs.

“This food is delicious, John.” Ray’s voice slurred next to Gerard, making him jump.

The man in the middle slowly ripped his gaze away from Gerard, his creepy grin unmoving as he held his hand down towards Ray, “See? Even your friend is enjoying the food, and thank you, sir.” He half bowed his head, closing his eyes as his grin remained as if this was how his face looked when relaxed.

“You know his name?” Gerard directed the question to Ray, but Ray mostly ignored him to eat the food.

“Why of course they know my name! They’ve stayed with us for quite a while.” John said, his wide eyes now locked on Gerard in a stare down.

“Then what’s his name?” Gerard thumbed at Ray to challenge him, John’s grin not faltering.

But it was a nearby wife who spoke up instead, “Ray. His name is Ray.” Her head raised but her utensils were put down and she was no longer touching her food. John’s gaze slowly swept down to view his wife.

“Thank you, Kristina. His name is Ray. Obviously.” The woman barely nodded up at John with a small grin on her face. He returned to the stare down with Gerard without giving her more praise like she wanted, she quickly returned to discretely eating her dish.

Gerard continued his stare down of John while Frank finally broke his concentration from his plate. Too many horror movies and video game situations flashed through his memory of strange cult-like family and a grand meal. The feeling of his stomach flipping was what brought him back to reality.

Frank’s eyes slowly raised to examine Charlotte’s pleasantly groggy expression. Frank immediately noticed Charlotte ate her plate one entre at a time, and was still working on the first, the half-mashed potatoes. Something in Frank was thankful for that, he gripped her wrist tightly, another wave of relief washing over him when her heavily lidded eyes slid over to him with little hesitation.

The immediate recognition that sparked in her eyes gave Frank the pinch of hope he needed. “Charlotte… how can we help…?” His voice was barely above a whisper, John and Gerard too distracted with each other and Ray mindless eating for any of them to notice Frank. But panic bloomed in Charlotte’s eyes as she mindlessly shoveled another forkful of potatoes in her mouth.

Tears swelled in her eyes as she shuffled the food around between her teeth before gulping it down. “They told us… if we didn’t eat it all…” She choked on her tears as she whispered back. She shook her head slightly.

“Did you see them make it…?” Charlotte shook her head again. When their eyes met again, Charlotte began to swivel hers away from Frank’s face to look past him. Frank eyed John, sweeping his gaze over the others on his end of the table. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, Frank thankful that Gerard was sometimes obnoxious enough to get the attention of the room.

Frank followed Charlotte to see two large fire spits over still crackling bonfires. Each spit had two bodies rotating slowly, dark and dripping making sparks shoot into the grass occasionally.

Each body was very obviously that of a decapitated person, the spit stick going through their assholes up through their exposed throat. They were faced towards each other, so their necks nearly touched to form a grotesque double body. They were tied up into the fetal position, so they slightly resembled how pigs typically looked.

But it wasn’t easy to make people look like pigs. And each body had a decent amount of meat sliced from them, leaving them dripping blood as well as oil. The skin of all four of them was dark red and blackening in some areas, while the exposed meat from the inside was still light pink and glistening. Frank slowly looked back down to his plate.

Don’t throw up, don’t throw up, don’t throw up—

A tightness gripped Frank’s throat as he stared at the meaty chunks on his plate as his worst fears manifested into reality before his eyes. He wanted to keep believing it was some exotic meat he’d never tried before like… alligator or... duck.

Charlotte was staring him down with fear in her eyes now, waiting for him to look back at her. When he finally did, all he could muster was, “P-people…” Charlotte began nodding slowly, tears streaming down her face as she fought the drugs in her veins. “They’re… people…” Frank’s voice grew only a little, but the women and children at the table with them stopped immediately, peaking at Frank. Each one had a mix of fear and anger, each casting a different emotion towards Frank, but he didn’t notice. He couldn’t take his wide eyes off Charlotte who was fighting to stifle her near sobbing.

Without warning, one of the women across from Frank in an amethyst dress stood abruptly, dropping her chair behind her as her arm shot up to point at Charlotte as she suddenly started to scream.

Her scream was high like a pig squeal as she grabbed the attention of everyone in the yard, especially John and Gerard. “Gerard!” Frank’s shout made everyone look in the direction he was pointing, that’s when Gerard saw the spits. Gerard shot from his chair to throw his food along with Ray’s and his brothers.

The commotion seemed to sober the four of them up quickly as Ray fell backwards in his chair to the grass, attempted to frantically crawling away from the table as he gagged. Mikey stood quickly in a similar way to Gerard, they two of them crowded the opposite side of the table from John who remained standing there with a creepy grin, saying nothing even as his wife continued to scream and point at Charlotte.

Charlotte dropped to the ground quickly, hiding behind her chair crying, Frank grabbed the potatoes from her plate and flung them at the screaming woman in front of him. She was silenced as her mouth filled with the cold mash.

Scarlet was the last to respond, she was still dazed as the rest scrambled. Frank pushed Scarlet on her shoulder to wake her more, but he quickly realized she was conscious, just silently staring with wide eyes down at her plate. Her face was paler than he’d seen before, that’s when Frank saw her plate. She ate the same way Charlotte did, one entre at a time.

But Scarlet started with the meat and had finished it off.

“Scarlet...?” Frank’s voice couldn’t even make her look away; it was as if she wasn’t there at all. The next few minutes somehow went in slow motion, but Frank was unable to move fast enough.

Scarlet had tears falling onto her plate and within seconds her food came back up all over the table. It was dark green with bloody red chunks of meat and reeked of stomach bile mixed with rosemary. She threw up all over her plate, the table and the surrounding plates, including John’s untouched food that was most likely cold now.

But the reaction this caused from John was sporadic. His head whipped from Mikey and Gerard in a fighting position to glare at Scarlet. His creepy grin replaced with a disgusted anger as snarled his teeth at Scarlet’s mess.

With the blink of an eye, a gunshot sounded, forcing everyone in the yard to freeze. John held his disgusted face with his gun pointed out at Scarlet.

Frank and Charlotte had watched as a bullet sliced through Scarlet’s chest, blasting open the back of her chair and splattering blood and chunks of body into the grass, onto Mikey’s legs. Charlotte and Frank’s entire fronts were splashed as, Frank jumping back but Charlotte remained on the ground staring in disbelief at her best friend.

Bloody vomit drooled from her mouth as her body went limp. Time sped up again, Charlotte’s agonized screams filled the air as guests at the surrounding tables started to get up and run. Some tables flipped; others were being hidden under. John’s wives and children also started to scramble once they realized a woman was just murdered before their eyes.

“You are my witnesses, saith the Lord!” John’s booming voice took over as the sound of screams and clattering dishes filled the atmosphere. Ray stared at Scarlet in shock as he finally shuffled up to an overturned table, stopping him from going further. “And my servant whom I have chosen: that ye may know and believe me, and understand that I am He.”

Mikey and Gerard ran round opposite sides of the table, planning to grab him where he was, but each were stopped by a wife with a similar handgun. Each man shot their hands up in surrender. Charlotte wheezed and snotty sobbed into the grass beside her friend, clutching her lifeless arm as her head slumped onto her shoulder. The longer Frank watched her, the more dead and empty her eyes became. Flashes of the woman in the tub made Frank’s stomach turn and threaten to come up.

“Before me, there was no God formed, neither shall there be after me. I, even I, and THE LORD. AND BESIDE ME, THERE IS NO SAVIOUR!” John’s voice slowly escalated into a shouting that dragged everyone’s attention to him, including his wives holding Mikey and Gerard at gunpoint, giving them an opening.

Gerard grabbed the woman’s wrist and elbow, twisting and bending it up to point the gun away from himself. She fought well but she wasn’t nearly as strong. With a painful yelp, she released the gun into Gerard’s hand who immediately turned it onto her and shot. He hit her in the gut, causing her descent to be slower than Scarlet’s.

She clutched her stomach as blood tainted her nice dress. On the opposite side, Mikey hadn’t achieved quite as good of a victory as Gerard, but he still got the woman down and disarmed her. Instead of shooting her, Mike had stomped her knee backwards and broken it, preventing her from being able to stand.

The yard was nearly empty at this point safe for the other wives and their children who stood inside the house, under cover, watching through the large cathedral windows and doors. Some children were audibly crying for their mothers, this made Gerard feel nothing.

Gerard and Mikey moved in towards John, who was backing up and swinging the gun back and forth between them. Sweat was pouring down his head, making his gross, thin hair stick to his face.

Frank dropped to the ground beside Charlotte and wrapped his arms around her as she continued to sob, Frank had never heard such gut-wrenching loss in a cry before. She remained clutching her best friend body even after Ray crawled back to join them. He embraced them both, allowing room for Charlotte to keep her hands and head against Scarlet’s lap.

Mikey and Gerard ran at John, who began shooting wildly. Frank and Ray both took better cover while also covering Charlotte so she could grieve without fear. Every bullet missed anything of importance, one hit the church and sounded a loud ringing that reverberated for longer than a minute. This caused more of the children inside to cry, forcing the mothers to comfort a gaggle of kids they couldn’t hold all at once.

Mikey attacked John’s knee much like he did to one of his wives, forcing him to the ground while Gerard stomped onto his hand to release the gun. He kicked it as far as the dry grass would let it go before holding the gun to John’s head, foot still on his back to hold him to the ground.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Gerard’s voice sounded distressed and cracked only a little. “You fed her human and then murdered her for being disgusted by it?! We aren’t apart of your creepy little cult down here, you fucking monster.”

Without warning, Mikey scrambled a few feet away and gagged up the meat he had eaten. John remained sweating underneath Gerard but said nothing, instead his mouth twisted into a sick smile again. He refused to meet Gerard’s eyes but continued to smile.

“Well?! You gonna say anything or just sit there like the piece of shit you are?!” Gerard’s anger was boiling over and John beginning to chuckle helped. With a scream, Gerard smashed John’s mouth with the butt of the gun – once, twice, three times. He watched as a few teeth fell from his mouth with the pooling blood. “You aren’t a fucking God.” Gerard pulled himself off John, leaving him choking on broke teeth and blood. “You’re a pathetic man with no self-control or care for anyone else.”

Standing tall over him, Gerard spit at John and pointed the gun at his head again. But, as he opened his mouth to speak again, a wife in purple barreled out from the church doors. Gerard probably wouldn’t have noticed her had Mikey not yelled and pushed Gerard out of the way of the next gunshot that deafened them.

Mikey and Gerard rolled across the grass a moment before composing themselves again. The wife at the door held a huge hunting rifle and was following Gerard with the scope, completely ignoring the two men and crying woman in their embrace.

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HIM.” That’s when Frank realized it was the same woman who screamed earlier about killing Charlotte. Frank pulled himself away from his friends and started searching for his axe. It should’ve been next to his chair, but it had been moved to nearly the other end of the long table they had sat at, next to it was Gerard’s bat. Both weapons had clearly been moved away from them sometime during the event.

Frank began his crawl towards them under the table, stopping momentarily to speak to Ray, “Get Charlotte out of here, I’ll cover your back.” Immediately, Ray was coaxing Charlotte to get up and moving, keeping an eye on the woman with the gun.

Mikey and Gerard were scurrying in the same direction as Frank, staying low to the ground so to avoid giving away their position. The woman with the rifle stomped into the grass, eyes and hair were wildly wired.

As Charlotte composed herself, she slipped off Scarlet’s two rings and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She kissed her best friend’s hands, then her head as she stood, Ray was pushing her away from the body with so much force, the last look Charlotte shared with Scarlet was vacant and plastered with sadness.

As they reached the end of the table, the woman rounded the opposite side, only then realizing they had all gone the other way. Mikey and Gerard met with Ray and Charlotte past the table, they all started to sprint as Frank fumbled out from under the table, both hands full with their discarded weapons.

It didn’t take long for Frank to catch up to them as they rounded the house, they got into the street when another gun shot rang out, grass shot up just in front of them. Frank twisted around to see the woman aiming at them. The windows of the house were filled with blood thirsty faces of children and their mothers shouting at them to die, how God would take them, and cheering on the one shooting at them.

“Where’s the RV?” Gerard shouted as they passed the houses.

“They took it apart.” Mikey’s anger was obvious, and Gerard didn’t try to hide his disappointment.

“Where’s the truck?” Ray cut in.

“The tire popped.” Gerard began.

“How did you get here?!” Ray couldn’t stop himself from interrupting.

“We have a car, it’s just past the gates, it should fit us all.” He scanned everyone with an awkward grin. Another shot popped and the gravel sprang up beside them. Charlotte couldn’t hold back but yelp.

Gerard got ahead of them, leading them towards the car as another shot popped sooner than the last, smashing some of the rock wall that surrounded their properties.

They reached the car quickly, “Ray, you should get the front, you’re the biggest out of all of us.” Frank opened the back door and ushered Charlotte in, “I mean, sorry that came out weird.”

But Ray took it at face value and laughed it off, “Nah, I totally get it, I have these huge rippling muscles.” Ray flexed his arms into different positions, getting a relieved chuckled out of Frank.

Without anymore conversation, Ray got into the front, Gerard started the car, and Mikey and Frank took either side next to Charlotte in the back. All doors slammed simultaneously as the engine roared to life and they all took a deep breath together.

Just as Gerard switched gears, another, final gunshot sounded out and the driver side mirror went flying. Charlotte, who still had tears streaming down her face, choked momentarily as the metal hitting metal scared her.

Gerard tossed the handgun into Ray’s lap, “Scare the bitch.” With a toothy smile, Ray aimed out his window and started shooting back at the woman, getting much closer to her than she got to them.

She hopped on her feet a few times before dropping onto her butt, the rifle bouncing off the asphalt away from her.

With squealing tires and one last look behind, Gerard sped them away to safety.

#mine #fanfic #bandom fic #frerard #grank #frank x gerard #frank iero x gerard way #frerard fanfic #frerard au #zombie fanfic #mcr fanfic #zombie apocalypse au #frank/gerard #frank iero / gerard way

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liya4kar · 4 years ago

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Liyada’s Fics Masterpost

It was time I wrote a Fic Masterpost.

So for everyone who is interested by my fics, firstly I invit you on my AO3 where you can litteraly find everythng, especially since I don’t post the fics directly on Tumblr.

And if you want the details, here we go!

Also here the plan, because the post is really long lmao-

I/ Pokespe

1. Multi-chap fics

a) Three Years

b) The Magical Dexholders

2. AUs

a) Yorozuya no Lack-chan

b) Legendary Dexholders

c) Blonde Family

d) Yokai AU

3. Stand-alone OS and Drabbles

a) OS

b) Drabbles

II/ Other fandoms

a) Champion (Marvel)

I/ Pokespe

1. Multi-Chap Fics

a) Three Years

This one is my baby, the one I had been working on for 2 years and a half, the one I progressed the more in, and also the one I haven’t updated in a year even if I have 6 chapters ready to post, cause I’m lazy af. Also the ones where you can very easily see how much my writing progressed since I started writing for Pokéspe.

Warning: Graphic Description of Violence, Major Character Death (though this one is complicate and don’t fully apply)

Genre: Angst, Adventure.

Words Count: 69,567

Statut: In Progress

Characters: The whole Spe cast up to SM.

Relationship: Background Frantic, Entourage, Agency and Laverree, a lot of other friendships.

Summary: Some secrets should never be revealed. Or should they?

After a strange explosion, X and Y fear the apparition if a new threat for Kalos, and decide to get themselves implicate. But things are not as simple as they look, and nothing will go the way they want. And as those attacks take bigger scales and start to involve a large number of people, they would have no choice but to find the motive behind them to stop them; even if it means getting back on some bitter memories from three years ago they all would have preferred to forget...

List of chapters: Part I: Kalos

1. The Explosion

2. The Lumiose Badlands

3. Shalour City

4. The Attack

5. Next Action

6. Lumiose City

7. Blackout

8. Chase in Lumiose City

9. The Next Day

10. Couriway Town

11. Sunrise

12. Tic Tac

13. Terminus

Part II: Unova

14. A Day in Driftveil City I

14.5. A Day in Driftveil City II

15. Welcome to Unova I

15.5. Welcome to Unova II

16. The Twist Mountain I

16.5. The Twist Mountain II

b) The Magical Dexholders

This one is purely self-indulgent fic, where I basically write the dumbest thing that get in my mind. Aka some Dexholders become Magical Girls or Boys, but they’re dumb, but it’s okay because the bad guys, their friends and their world in general is dumb.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Parody, Humor, Friendship

Words Count; 27,944

Statut: In progress

Characters: The whole Spe cast up to SM, and some OCs

Relationship: Diamond & Silver, Blue & Yellow & Gold & Platinum, Green & Crystal & Pearl

Summary:

It’s an emergency! The Darkness Power Of The Terrible Evil has invading the Pokespe world and take over the region of Kanto! Some magical fluffy creatures needs help in order to stop the Darkness Power Of The Terrible Evil!

The day Dia met a strange professor fan of Magical Boy and a strange pink creature, he knew his life would never be the same...

In the meantime, Blue and Yellow have to face a terrible threat to get back their home, but get new abilities in exchange.

List of chapters:

1. A story is not interesting if nothing go wrong in it

2. If you are a Magical Boy, don't forget to take an insurance for building destruction!

3. If the authorities say that a radioactive cloud did magically stop at the border, you can totally trust them!

4. You can’t be a protagonist if you don’t have an ultimate move, a dark past or a secret identity!

5. No matter how good it looks on TV, sh*t stay sh*t!

6. An homage to a work becomes a fanfiction when it becomes an important part of the plot, you moron!

7. If you update on the 1st April everyone's gonna believe it's a joke, even if it isn't, so update on the 31st March!

2. AUs

Those fics are not multi-chap fics, but more like OS and drabbles that are related between each others.

a) Yorozuya no Lack-chan

Heavily inspired by Gintama, AU where Lack did not get back in Interpol and started doing odd jobs instead. Serie of Drabbles.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Parody, Humor, Friendship

Characters: Lack-Two, Whi-Two, X, Sun

Relationship: Lack-Two & Whi-Two, Lack-Two & X, Lack-Two & Sun

Summary:

When Whi-Two bumped into Lack-Two after months, she was not expecting him to went from Interpol officer to dog walker. And neither that he’d get her, and this guy from Kalos, to join he’s odd jobs agency.

List of chapters:

Dogwalker Lack-Two in action!

The Blazing Begining of Odd Jobs Yorozuya no Lack-Chan!

b) Legendary Dexholders

In a world where being a legendary Pokémons can be boring, the legendary Pokémons decides to have a little bit of funs. Shenanigans ensue.

Aka the legendary Pokémons decides to become humans, and of course they happen to be our favorite DHs.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Friendship, Family, Supposed to be comic at first but also goes on the character study sometimes

Characters: Silver, Giratina, others for next OS.

Relationship: Implied Preciousmetal, Blue & Silver

Summary:

List of chapters: Giratina

c) Blonde Family

In which Yellow, Pearl, Bianca and Y are all cousins. Shenanigans enssue.

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Family, Comedy, Crime

Characters: Yellow, Pearl, Bianca, Y

Relationship: Yellow & Pearl & Bianca & Y

Summary:

Family reunions are rarely all peace and calm. But when, out of four cousins, you have three Dexholders and a clumsy professor assistant, things are bond to be messy.

List of chapters: To be a cousin, Don't listen others confessions or you'll end as responsible as them

d) Yokai AU

What if yokai existed in the Spe universe?

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Supernatural, Friendship, Adventures

Characters: Pearl, Schilly

Relationship: Pearl & Schilly

Summary:

Pearl had first seen them when he was four years old. And he had learned to live with this world only he could see, to maintain his balance of a normal life.

He had just not expected one of his junior to also see them.

List of chapters: Chilling Party

3. Stand alone OS and drabbles

a) OS

Here you can find the 1K+ words stand-alone OS. Links are in the tittles!

A Good Christmas Movie is Made of Hot Chocolate and a Fire-Breathing Cat

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Horror, Parody, Christmas, Hallmark Movie, Specord Winter Writing Event 2020

Words count: 4093

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Y, Sun

Relationship: Implied Laverree and Delivery shipping, Y & Sun

Summary:

Everything is perfect in Y's life. Too perfect, like in a Christmas Hallmark movie. Now, with a fire-breathing cat name Sun, it's up to her to find a way out of this Christmas hell.

One-shot wrote for the Winter Writing Event on the Specord, with the prompt X & Sun, Horror and Parody, My Life is a Hallmark Movie and PMD, and Chuck E Cheese's Ball Pit.

Celebi-rities in Distress

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: Parody, Friendship, TV Show

Words Count: 5017

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Sapphire, Lisia, Ruby, Emerald.

Relation Ship: Background Franticshipping, Sapphire & Lisia, Ruby & Emerald

Summary:

Sometimes, it only takes a silly TV show, weird games and arrogant prissy boys to make a new friends.

Or how Sapphire became friend with Lisia to teach Ruby and Emerald a good lesson.

Bonding on the Grand Line

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: One Piece AU, Pirate

Words Count: 2948

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Pearl, Cheren, Sinnoh and Unova Gym Leaders

Relation Ship: Pearl & Cheren, Mentionned Commoner Shipping, Past Pearl & Diamond & Platinum, Mentionned Cheren & Black

Summary:

In a world where Gold Roger is still an unknow name, Pearl and his crew left North Blue for the Grand Line. But are they ready for everything waiting them?

Of Swords & Of a Gun

Warning: No Warning applies

Genre: AU, Angst,

Words count: 4209

Statut: Two-Shot, in progress

Characters: Pearl, Cheren, Sinnoh and Unova Gym Leaders

Relation Ship: Soudo & Bede, Bede & Rose, Soudo & Schilly, Schilly/Hop, Bede & Schilly & Hop

Summary:

In a world where everyone has a Sword, Bede is an abnormality who has a Gun.

In a world where the Tsurugi family is the best blacksmith clan of Galar, Soudo fails to meet people's expectations.

In a world where they have to fight and find their places, will the two of them discover why they exist? Maybe the answer had been in front of their eyes since the beginning.

Pallet Association

Warning: Graphic Description of Violence, Major Character Death <3

Genre: Cyberpunk AU, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Kanto Week, Angst, Dystopia, May be a bit OOC for certain characters

Words count: 3637

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Green, Blue, Red, Yellow, Prof. Chen

Relation Ship: Green & Blue, Green & Blue & Red & Yellow, Green & Prof. Chen

Summary:

In Pallet City, one of the biggest megalopolis in the world, the Pallet Association controls everything. Blue, Red, Yellow, and Green decide that it needs to change.

But Green may have forgotten to mention a few details to them.

(This OS have two alternative endings because I couldn’t picke one)

Storytelling

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Fluff, Domestic, Comedy, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Johto Week

Words count: 2843

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Silver, Gold, Crystal

Relation Ship: Silver & Crstal & Gold

Summary:

Silver has apparently never heard a fairytale of his whole life, so Gold and Crystal decide to give him an express fairytale class. Turned out that it was a really bad idea.

Festival War

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Hoenn Week

Words count: 2843

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Emerald, Latias, Ruby, Sapphire

Relation Ship: Franticshipping, Emerald & Latias, Emerald & Ruby & Sapphire

Summary:

It's the summer, it's time for festivals, but with the Hoenntrio and their love for bets and contests, it could only go wrong.

Family Business

Warning: Craphic Description of Violence, Minor Character Deaths <3

Genre: Angst, Villain AU, tw: Drugs, Weapons, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Sinnoh Week

Words count: 3596

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Platinum, Diamond, Pearl

Relation Ship: Implied Entourage

Summary:

Because she was the heir of the Berlitz family, she will continue to develop their wealth and their power, no matter what it takes. No matter if the path she’ll take was full of blood and corpses and crimes.

Parent-Teacher Reunion

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, School life (but it’s still in the canon universe), Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Unova Week 1

Words count: 2638

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Cheren, Black, White, Bianca, Iris

Relation Ship: Agency Shipping, Cheren & Black & White & Bianca & Iris

Summary:

Did you ever wonder how was Black's school life? Well, welcome in this parent-teacher reunion where Cheren have some things to say about his childhood friend...

Crimes Movies are Sad Except When Everyone is Dumb

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Crime, Comedy, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Unova Week 2

Words count: 5565

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Whi-Two, Lack-Two, Hugh

Relation Ship: Whi-Two & Lack-Two & Whi-Two

Summary:

It was a normal day for Whi-Two. A casting, a murder, two former classmates coming from nowhere... ... Wait, what?

Strength

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Character Study, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Kalos Week

Words count: 2198

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: (Malva’s) Delphox, Trevor, Furfrou, Floette

Relation Ship: Delphox & Trevor, Delphox & Furfrou & Floette

Summary:

Delphox was strong. Malva was strong, too, but Malva's had lost, so Malva was weak.

Delphox had lost too, but she could not admit she was weak too.

No, she was strong.

It was the boy who was weak.

Treasure

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Negative Spe AU, Adventure, Friendship, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Alola Week

Words count: 1649

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Sun, Moon

Relation Ship: Sun & Moon

Summary:

Sun always liked helping at the soup kitchen, seeing the smile and laughs of everybody around him, but the lunch breaks were always the best moment.

Too bad that this girl decided to ruin this one.

The Child of the Outdoor

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Character study, pre-canon, Pokespe Amino Festival 2020: Galar Week

Words count: 1317

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Schilly, her Pokémons

Relation Ship: Schilly & her Pokémons

Summary:

Schilly always loved outdoors. It was joy, fun and great memories. It was her Pokémons, too.

Professor Santa

Collab with @coppertrapinch for the Specord Secret Santa Event! (Check her work she’s amazing!)

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, Christmas, Specord Secret Santa Event 2021

Words count: 3623

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Prof. Oak, Prof. Birch, Prof. Samson Oak, Prof. Rowan, Prof. Juniper, Crystal, Gold, Sapphire, Trevor, Soudo, Schilly, Prof. Magnolia

Relation Ship: Prof. Oak & his need for a break

Summary:

Something was bound to go wrong with Gold organizing a party... but a Secret Santa on top of that? Poor Crystal was just too stressed at work... it was time for Professor Oak to step up to the plate. Can the renowned Professor save Christmas in time without gaining another wrinkle?

...No. No he cannot.

The Christmasly Idiotic Adventures of Pearl and Lack-Two, or the time when two idiots stopped an evil organization while being on a gift hunt

Warning: No Warning Applies

Genre: Comedy, Christmas, Specord Secret Santa Event 2021, Crime (??), Adventure

Words count: 5326

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Pearl, Lack-Two

Relation Ship: Pearl & Lack-Two

Summary:

Pearl liked Christmas. Really. Well, except when some (false) "Gift Fashion Specialist Journalist" disturbs all his plans and ruins his gift hunt. Why do he has to get a present for such a brat anyway?

Screw up Secret Santa! This year, we're gonna kick some ass for Christmas!

b) Drabbles

Ok no big presentation here cause it’s only very short drabbles (>1K words)

Valentine Day 2020: Laveree Shipping

Valentine Day 2020: Entourage Shipping

X teachs incorrect French words to Gold

Crystal is scary and very powerful

Soudo and Chilly don’t like they English localized name, and Marvin is too young for this

II/ Other fandoms

a) Champions (comics)

Heat-Haze Days

Warning: Graphic Description of Violence, Major Character Death <3

Genre: Angst, inspired by the Kagepro song “Kagerou Days”, Time loop

Words count: 4213

Statut: OS, Complete

Characters: Miles Morales/Spiderman, Kamala Khan/Miss Marvel, Sam Alexander/Nova

Summary:

It was a normal summer day, everything was fine... But the heat of haze had decided otherwise, and it was up to Miles to try to find a way out.

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Death Do We Part (Part 3)

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Notes: NSFW. Words: 2,600+

It’s an odd sensation. Jason almost doesn’t feel it but something soft and moist had pressed itself against the back of his hand. He feels it again, leaving a trail that runs along the shape of his palm.

Curiously, he brings his hand close to his lips and guesses where the next mark will be. He kisses it.

You pull away immediately. You felt chapped skin pushing back against your lips.

You stare at your hand for the longest time and no feeling comes back to you. “That was definitely a kiss,” you whisper. You close your eyes, numbing your senses from what you can feel in this room and try to imagine Jason.

You gasp when you feel something sucking on your thumb. With your eyes shut you can feel his tongue wrapping around your finger. His teeth are grazing your skin. He opens his mouth and you can feel his hot breath all around your wet finger.

Hey, Y/N.

You’re breathing through your mouth when his next words come.

Have we ever done it?

You haven’t. It’s not that you didn’t want to but more like you never got the chance. You were barely fifteen when Jason moved away. You bit your lips. Would Jason have wanted to? Would you?

One pinch for no. Two for yes.

Your fingers hover over your skin before you pinch once.

It’s a while before Jason writes anything again. Was he waiting for a second pinch? Expecting it?

Do you want to try it now?

Oh.

You sit up quickly. OH. Your mind is screaming. Never have you and Jason ever attempted to even exploit your link like that. You never even considered it. Question after question flood your head. Has Jason always thought about these things? Is this the amnesia Jason talking? Is it the teenage hormones? Do you want to?

Do you want to?

You bite your lips harder and bury your face into the pillow. You muffle your scream because how? How do you do this?

Forget it.

You quickly stand up as you see the writing on your arm. Without thinking, you pinch yourself hard. Twice.

You feel stunned as you wait for his response. You’re standing awkwardly near the bed, wondering if you’ll be doing this lying down or standing up.

The next sensation you feel is completely unfamiliar and absolutely exciting. At first, it was just a ghostly touch of a hand moving down your navel. Then suddenly the area between your legs is on fire. You’re actually not sure what it is because it doesn’t feel like your clit or your pussy. But it feels good.

You should definitely be lying down for this.

You close your eyes and it’s so easy to shut everything out and just feel his hand. You can already see it, Jason lying down with his hands in his pants, stroking his cock while he thinks of you.

You gasp when you feel a pinch on your nipple and then he’s playing with them using his calloused fingers, rubbing them and flicking as they harden.

The touching stops and you wait patiently. Writing starts appearing on your arm.

Do something. Touch yourself, too.

You blush furiously and hide from no one in the room. You wonder if he feels the sudden heat on your skin. You gulp before you hitch up your skirt and pull down your panties. It’s wet and you throw it away on the floor. You clench your legs together while you think about this.

Y/N.

What’s there to think about? This is just two teenagers masturbating to each other. Two teenagers with a physical link, who just came back from being dead for two years, and you’re half-naked in Bruce Wayne’s house!

Jason pumps his cock, making you open your legs on instinct, all thoughts completely discarded and forgotten. It already feels like your pussy is stretching, hungry for Jason to enter you. Your hands make their way to your clit and you whimper with your mouth open as you touch it.

Jason suddenly sits up in his bed. “What the hell was that?” he’s breathing loudly. You start rubbing your clit in circles and press it against your pelvis. Jason’s moaning. He throws his head back until he’s lying down again and he forcibly shuts his eyes.

“God, that feels so good.”

He pumps harder and you bite your lips to keep yourself quiet. You turn over, propped on your knees while your face and shoulders are digging into the bed. You bring your other hand down between your legs and start fingering yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Jason grits his teeth. He pumps faster and your fingers try to match his speed. You’re rubbing harder on your clit and breathing quickly through your mouth.

“Oh, Ja--”

“Miss, L/N,” Alfred is knocking on the door.

You stop and quickly pinch your arms several times all over while you put your underwear back on and fix the disheveled sheets. But then you realize you were supposed to be sleeping. The sheets should be unruly. So Alfred walks in carrying folded clothes while you’re flapping the duvet in the air and breathing harshly through your mouth, sweat running down your forehead.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Uhh… I was just making the bed.”

He places the clothes on the bedside table then helps you fix the bed. “I take it you would like a shower after everything.”

“What.” You tense, eyes wide and lips harshly closed tight.

This time, both Alfred’s eyebrows go up. “I don’t know how it works really but I thought you would feel a little bit sticky after being in a casket for so long.”

You laugh. It’s too loud and too forced and you have to slap yourself to stop. You quickly notice the string of words appearing on your arm and you quickly hide it from Alfred.

Suddenly, Alfred frowns. “Is that… Master Jason?”

You don’t know what to say. Who else could it be. Alfred knows it’s him but after what you just did, you don’t think he should really see what profanities Jason could be coming up with right now.

Alfred waits for a few seconds but you don’t say anything. He cups his breast pocket and then procures a pen to hand to you. “Do tell him I said hello and that… he is dearly missed.”

You immediately feel like you’re plunging down a well and the water’s not high enough to get out but it’s deep enough for you to drown. After Alfred closes the door behind him, the sound of his footsteps receding down the hallway knocks you back to reality.

You’re supposed to be helping Bruce find Jason. This isn’t the time to be using your link like this.

What the fuck, Y/N! What happened? Helloooooo? Are you still there? Don’t tell you came and fell asleep! That’s so not fair and I would’ve felt that! Y/N!

You run through your words in your head because the next thing you say has to be something Jason will listen. You need to do something to get him to help you bring him home but you can’t tell him anything about his life. You uncap the pen Alfred gave you.

Do you want to come back home, Jason?

He doesn’t reply right away and you just feel like you should add more.

To your family? To me?

You stand alone in the room, staring at your arm, and tapping the pen against your leg.

I don’t even know who you are.

His words leave a sour taste in your mouth and suddenly your eyes are stinging. You throw the cap away and you’re writing on your arm using your whole fist.

JASON, YOU ASSHOLE!!!

You start sobbing loud and you crouch down until you can hide your face between your knees. You vaguely hear rushed footsteps coming toward the room.

“Y/N, what’s wrong-” Dick’s voice cuts off the moment he takes a look at you. He rushes to your side and slowly kneels down beside you. “Hey…” he whispers soothingly. You look up and his hands are hovering, waiting to see if you’re okay with him touching you.

You cry harder but this time you press your face against his collarbone and he hugs you tight, rubbing your back and brushing your hair. His soothing voice whispering in your ear, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not! Jason’s an asshole! He doesn’t want to come home! He doesn’t remember me. He--” You cry harder and louder instead of finishing your sentence.

Dick keeps holding you. What else can he do? He feels just as helpless as you do and it’s devastating to him as well. Jason was-- is his brother. So he holds you tighter, more for him this time.

He waits until you’ve calmed down, almost an hour later. He walks with you to the bath Alfred prepared. But you stand awkwardly in front of the door. Dick peeks at you from the side and sees you staring at your arm, at the small writing, at Jason’s last words.

“We can write it again after your shower,” Dick watches you flinch, forgetting he was there. “I’ll find some industrial markers that’ll only come off after a hundred showers or an acid bath or something.”

He’s smirking when you turn to him, but your expression is serious. “Will you write it for me?”

Dick looks at you for a second before he offers you a small smile, “Of course. I’ll even make sure it’s in Jason’s ugly handwriting.”

That makes you smile. ‘Finally,’ Dick thought, ‘Progress’. So you leave him in the hall and you scrub yourself in the tub. Jason’s last words dissolve away but the asshole Jason’s writings are still on your arm.

Looking at the last sentence he wrote doesn’t even make you angry. It just makes you wish you weren’t linked to him right now. You just want to drown in the tub and not worry about drowning somebody else with you. For the first time in your entire life, you wish you weren’t linked to Jason.

True to his word, Dick greets you after you’re clean and clothed. He’s holding up a box of markers that are clearly labeled ‘Industrial Strength’. You laugh and promptly offer your arm. But it’s the wrong arm and Dick gets a glimpse of some of asshole Jason’s writings.

You blush but quickly retract your arm and offer the right one. Dick blinks for a moment before he slowly takes it. You can see him debating whether he should pry into what he just read or not. You don’t know which lines he saw but you don’t want to talk about either.

“Did Bruce find anything?” you say quickly.

Dick gives a slow sigh as if relieved by the sudden change of topic but also disappointed in what he was about to say. “Bruce did place surveillance around the cemetery, in case the Joker--” his body tenses.

“I know,” you assure him. “Bruce told me.”

Dick rolls his eyes, “Of course, he did.” He opens the box to fish out a marker, “Luckily for you, the motion sensors his paranoid-ass installed in your casket still works. So he was able to get you out as soon as he did. But the cameras on the grounds and the sensors in Jason’s casket were all tampered with just a few days ago. Maybe a week tops.”

“That’s… too bad.”

He chuckles as he uncaps the marker and holds your arm while he writes. “It’s not all bad. This actually gives us a useful timeframe since you and Jason came back to life at the same time.” He pauses to return the lid and inspects his work. You’re staring at him, waiting to listen eagerly for what happens next.

“That means it took a whole week for these people to bring Jason back to life and to move him to wherever this creepy ritual happened. No offense.”

You shake your head because how can you possibly take offense to that. Despite everything, you’re happy to be alive.

“So Bruce is either looking for a place where it takes a week to smuggle a dead body into or people that can revive the dead in a week?” you ask.

Dick chuckles and nods his head, “Pretty much.” You give him a confused look, half frustrated as well. “Don’t worry. Bruce has worked with much less and he wouldn’t have lasted in this business for this long if he weren’t the best.”

That hurt. Dick flinches as well when he realizes that was definitely not the right thing to say. Before he can apologize, you hold up your arm to look at the writing. It looks exactly like Jason’s writing in his notebooks, not like the rushed, clumsy, and desperate writing before he -- you died.

“I wanna help, too. Can you take me back to the cave?”

Dick looks like he still wants to apologize so you grab his hand and start dragging him down the hallway. “Alfred took me through a Grandfather clock in the study. It’s this way, right?” Dick shakes his head and finally walks beside you.

“Alfred’s going to kill you if you don’t get something to eat first.”

You clasp your stomach and it’s only now that you realize you haven’t eaten in, well, two years. But you’re not hungry. You suddenly guess it’s because Jason’s been eating well. At least that means he’s not being tortured or held prisoner. Right?

“Not like I haven’t been dead before,” it’s a bad joke and you know it. Dick flinches when he hears it but you don’t have the heart to take it back. You just want to get to the cave already. Dick opens the clock and holds out his hand for you to follow. You go down the stairs and into an elevator shaft, all in silence. The descent to the cave feels darker than before.

But the moment you start seeing the cave and its lights, you spot someone in a red tunic jumping down from the walls, a black cape with a yellow underside trailing behind him. It’s Robin.

The moment the shaft’s doors open, you run out and crash into Robin’s back. You’re hugging and rubbing your face against him.

“Please. Please tell me I’m not dreaming. You’re here,” you pull away to turn him around, “You’re actually---”

It’s not him. His hair is black but it’s straight and swept neatly to the side. His eyes aren’t the same shade of the blue and green you know but more like a mix of steel and blue. His eyebrows are thinner. His nose and mouth are smaller. He’s not even the same height.

Robin rubs the back of his neck and smiles shyly, “Oh, are you a fan?”

This is wrong. Everything is wrong. You thought Jason was Robin. But this isn’t Jason.

Dick stomps from behind you and goes straight to Bruce. He’s yelling, “You haven’t told her!”

Bruce narrows his eyes at Dick, “It wasn’t important for her to know.”

“Not important?!” Dick scoffs in anger, “You told her Jason was Robin but you don’t think she should know that Tim is Robin now.”

Your eyes widen, “You replaced him.” Your voice is louder than you expected it to be. They’re all looking at you now. “How long?” You stomp past Robin until you’re a foot away from Bruce, “How long did you wait before you replaced him!”

Your voice echoes in the cave and the only reply you get are their stares. You start laughing hysterically while looking around the room. “Is that what Robin really is? Someone so replaceable? You just find stray kids in Gotham and turn them into your little soldiers!”

You’re breathing through your mouth and you close it immediately. You walk right up to Bruce and glare up at his tall figure. “Jason died. As Robin. He was Robin. And he died because of you.”

Bruce doesn’t flinch. You keep staring at him, waiting for a reply. Then a thought hits you and your eyes widen. “This is why you don’t want him to know everything,” you’re whispering now and looking frantically at the ground, “If he finds out… Even with his memories, you’re afraid he’ll turn against you.”

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧

✧ Watchtower Masterlist ✧

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