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Lance after Q1 :(

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It’s been over half a year since I did a set of STAR WARS fic recs that weren’t pairing-focused, but I have been reading fic along the way! And sometimes you want fic that’s not about ships, no matter how much you love them, sometimes you just want to read about friendships or you want to read some cool worldbuilding or you only want the plot, and Star Wars fandom has been lovely about that. Hell, sometimes you just want to cry about how much you love the Jedi and you want to share that affection with other people, through the incredible experience of telling stores about them, like they were trying so hard and they were right about so many things and they were dying for years to try to help the galaxy, and teaching about how emotional regulation is good actually, and sometimes you want to show that through the disaster trio and sometimes you want to yell about how good Mace Windu is and sometimes you want to love frog grandpa and sometimes you want to get into a fistfight to defend Luminara’s honor and sometimes you want the whole Order sitting down to a family dinner and sometimes you want fic where Anakin and Mace actually get along and so many other things! So, here’s a collection of some excellent fic that I think most people should be able to find at least something to enjoy, whether you’re looking for fun disaster lineage shenanigans or heartbreaking pain because Star Wars Is Pain or some awesome Jedi Order worldbuilding or some all too rare Mace Windu Appreciation fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY. WHAT KIND OF FIC YOU’LL FIND HERE: 

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE

CANON-COMPLIANT (MOSTLY, UP TO A CERTAIN POINT, WHATEVER) DISASTER LINEAGE

JEDI CULTURE AND WORLDBUILDING AND CELEBRATION

I AM A PREQUELS ERA BITCH AND I’M MAKING THAT EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM

FOR THE OBITINE SHIPPERS, OF WHICH I AM ONE

MULTIGENERATIONAL STAR WARS IS THE BEST STAR WARS

NOBODY NEEDS THEIR HEART TODAY ANYWAY

FRIENDSHIP WITH CANON ENDED, THIS COOL AU IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND NOW

FICS THAT PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE WITH HOW GOOD THEY WERE: ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & anakin & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, mace & luke, 2k    Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. CANON-COMPLIANT (MOSTLY, UP TO A CERTAIN POINT, WHATEVER) DISASTER LINEAGE: ✦ stars lean in a little closer by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & ahsoka, 3.9k    Ahsoka is struggling with nightmares after returning from Felucia, but her pesky grandmaster won’t leave her to deal with them alone ✦ Four Walls and Two Jedi by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 10k    Obi-Wan and Anakin get exposed to a deadly virus and must spend two weeks in quarantine battling sickness, ghosts from the past, and worries for the future. ✦ Care, Trust, and the Force (of course) by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, whump, 1.7k    Anakin takes a tumble during a battle that brings about a lot of old fears. ✦ Chains Bound and Broken by PhenomenalWoman, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 6.3k    Where Anakin goes undercover and learns that being a 9 year-old slave is not the same as being a 22 year-old slave. ✦ Anakin’s Birthday by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, 1.3k    Anakin is about to celebrate his first birthday as a Jedi Padawan and Obi-Wan helps to make it special. Pure fluff. ✦ Not Much Has Changed, Except for Everything by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, time travel, 4.4k    Anakin is angry at Obi-Wan, and the Force decides to intervene by throwing him back in time. ✦ cause a commotion (jump in the ocean) by loosingletters, anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k    Ahsoka worries about finding a Master and instead finds a friend haunting the ponds in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. ✦ still much that is fair by RaineyDay, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & bant & tahl & cast, time travel, 21.1k    Anakin Skywalker was used to following the commands of the Force in his daily life. But a lot of the time, that didn’t really mean much. Until the day the Force nudged him to catch a kid falling through the sky- and through time. ✦ unbalanced, triumphant, and trying again by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin, 2.6k    sometimes you just want to go home, wherever that may be. ✦ Haste Has No Blessing by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 3k    Ten-year-old Anakin Skywalker becomes impatient with the speed of his training and defies his master’s instructions. ✦ to be better by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & anakin, 1.8k    the Council has lost a planet, much to Anakin and Obi-Wan’s dismay. they’ve been tasked with finding it, but after nine hyperspace jumps and a painful discovery, Obi-Wan teaches his former Padawan one more lesson. ✦ And The War Never Sleeps by soft_but_gremlin, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1k    As the war goes on, it gets harder to get any sleep. ✦ Keeper of the Force by Pandora151, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & bant & plo & vokara & cast, read the warnings, 93.9k    Thirty years before the Clone Wars began, the Force selected its Keeper. Now, in the face of the intense turmoil plaguing the galaxy, the Force acts again. Anakin just wants everything to go back to how it was before, Ahsoka doesn’t completely understand what is happening but is willing to do whatever she can to help, and Obi-Wan’s past comes back to haunt him in a way he never expected. ✦ Moving by SingManyFaces, obi-wan & anakin & plo, 3k    Obi-Wan’s new padawan is having difficulty learning to meditate but, together, they find a way to make it work. ✦ unthinkingly by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.1k    Ahsoka felt her entire body grow cold as she whirled around for them, opened her mouth to shout a warning— She saw Anakin tense first, saw him lift his face to the sky, and then his eyes met Ahsoka’s briefly—and then she saw him race for Obi-Wan, shove him out of the way, and— Ahsoka’s shout joined Obi-Wan’s. ✦ what they grow beyond by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon, 2.7k    Obi-Wan learns there is just as much learning in teaching. ✦ Deepest Rivers by TexasDreamer01, obi-wan & anakin, 1.5k    “The deepest rivers flow with the least sound.” - Quintus Curtius Rufus ✦ Inactions Have Consequences by stolen_pen_name23, obi-wan & anakin & mace, 2k    Losing Qui-Gon was the hardest thing Obi-Wan ever endured. He can’t bear to do it to Anakin. OR: Obi-Wan tries to keep Anakin at arm’s length. It doesn’t work. ✦ Aftercare by AdaliaK, obi-wan & anakin & quinlan, spanking, 3k    When Anakin feels resentful of Obi-Wan after a punishment, “Uncle Quin” steps in and smooths things over between master & padawan. JEDI CULTURE AND WORLDBUILDING AND CELEBRATION: ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & jedi, ~1k    The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & yoda & qui-gon & ponds & cody & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ a thin thread of hope by wrennette, shaak & clones, ~1k    Shaak Ti introduces some cadets to one of her favourite crafts, under the guise of training. ✦ everyone comes home by nightdotlight, anakin & mace, 1.1k    Anakin laughs, drowsy with the painkillers the IV feeds into his veins, and smiles at Mace. “You’re funny,” he says. “Nobody ever says it, but— you’re funny. I like the jokes you make.” ✦ Masters and Apprentices by silveryink, obi-wan & cody & rex & cast, 1.8k    “You’re overthinking this.” Rex stared at his brother. “Okay, but – consider this, what if I’m not?” Cody snorted. “Rex. We’ve had a Padawan Commander before. We’ve also worked with cadets before. We managed with Skywalker, I’m sure that the Jedi shiny will be fine.” ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & yoda & mace & dooku & cast, time travel, 17.2k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ when the world is on your side by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & feemor & cast, 1k    Feemor and his Padawan meet Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan. ✦ rah kat by js71, obi-wan & anakin & aayla, 1.6k    “Aay’shee,” Obi-Wan murmurs into her ear, rocking her gently, like when jaieh was off on a mission she couldn’t go on, so her jaieh-raheniel would take turns having her over at their apartments. ✦ Lessons on Attachment by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin/padme & cast, 2.7k    “Anakin once told me that a Jedi is actually encouraged to love.” She said after Obi-Wan had settled. ✦ settle down by loosingletters, yoda & jedi, 1.9k    Five times Yoda cooks for somebody and one time someone cooks for him. ✦ at our gardens (during the eye of the storm) by gingerbeer, rainsoaked_benevolence (oceans_bluem), obi-wan & shaak & mace & yoda & feemor & cast, 7k    Obi-Wan and his (almost full) family gathers to drink tea. ✦ in our kitchen (after the war) by gingerbeer, rainsoaked_benevolence (oceans_bluem), obi-wan & ahsoka & mace & yoda & depa & shaak & cast, 5.4k    Or, (almost) all of the Jedi High Councilors (plus Ahsoka) gather to eat dinner together. ✦ with our family (after the dust has settled) by gingerbeer, rainsoaked_benevolence (oceans_bluem), obi-wan & ahsoka & yoda & mace & depa & kanan & quinlan & aayla & shaak & plo & cast, 6.2k    Or, after the war ends (for real this time!), the (actually full!) Council gathers to eat mooncakes. ✦ Straw Dogs by Cymbidia, obi-wan & jedi & cast, 2.9k    An old Jedi Master imparts some wisdom concerning Mercy, Balance, and the Will of the Force to young Padawan Obi-wan Kenobi and a gaggle of other younglings. It is a lesson that haunts Obi-wan for the rest of his life. I AM A PREQUELS ERA BITCH AND I’M MAKING THAT EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM: ✦ netanalo by js71, cal & tapal & rex & fives, 2.4k    The Senate had sent a child to see into the past. A Padawan, Ahsoka’s age, not much older. Rex’s heart pounded in his chest, climbing towards his throat, because damn the Senate, did they know how this would affect the kid, or did they just not care? ✦ what’s in a birthday (another year you live) by Ro29, luminara & barriss & gree & cast, 2.1k    The Jedi view life as something precious, and Commander Gree learns he has value for the simple fact that he is alive. ✦ Direct Action by silveryink, luminara & barriss & kix & cast, 4.3k    Upon investigating the health of her new battalion, Barriss discovers tumours located in all their heads. It’s a bigger problem than it appears to be. ✦ oh that dissolving light by wrennette, obi-wan/luminara, NSFW, 1.1k    Luminara and Obi-Wan enjoy an evening of relaxation together during the war. ✦ I Feel Glad When You’re Glad by Harpokrates, ahsoka & plo, 1k    Plo Koon considers his bright young charge. ✦ Non-Attachment and other Misconceptions by art_of_a_diffrent_color, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & plo & mace & qui-gon & cast, 3k wip    Plo Koon, fresh off the planet Shili with a two and a half-year-old girl in his custody, is sent to Naboo to collect the body of Qui-Gon Jinn and assess the mental health of his former Padawan. What happens that day changes everything. ✦ Battle Heavy by phoenixyfriend, anakin & padme (past anakin/padme), 2.2k    In which things are finalized, and emotions are settled. FOR THE OBITINE SHIPPERS, OF WHICH I AM ONE: ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k    As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. MULTIGENERATIONAL STAR WARS IS THE BEST STAR WARS: ✦ Faith in Darkness by icarus_chained, luke & grogu & din & anakin & cast, force ghosts, 11.2k    Hindsight was perfect. And all nightmares came back, eventually. All nightmares came again. ✦ Paternal Relations by willowcrowned, obi-wan & anakin & luke, 1.2k    “No,” Vader says, “I am your father.” Every bit of the pain, the terror, and the rage that have been flooding Luke’s senses is completely drowned out by utter confusion. What, he thinks, the fuck. Oh shit, Luke thinks, Vader is my dad’s ex-husband. ✦ Burdening Fate by Be_Right_Back, obi-wan & din, 2k    There’s a wise old man standing in a field next to Din, with knowing eyes full of light. NOBODY NEEDS THEIR HEART TODAY ANYWAY: ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, read the warnings, 3.8k    It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ infinite sadness by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin, force ghosts, ~1k    You have always known what your purpose was in this world. Ever since you could think for yourself, you had somehow known that you were meant for infinite sadness. So what is unfolding in front of you right now makes no sense. ✦ this tired old elegy by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & bly & jedi & clones, 2.4k    In which Bly is This Close to breaking out of the chip’s control by himself and Obi-Wan shows up to give him that extra push. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ a trolley problem for jedi by nightdotlight, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & mace & depa & kanan, 4.1k    There’s this old problem. You may have heard of it. Something about a trolley, and a person, and a lever. A choice. ✦ premonition by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin, 2.6k    Anakin dreams of the future. (It isn’t bright.) ✦ Betrayal by Pandora151, obi-wan & anakin, read the warnings, 1.5k    Obi-Wan gets to Coruscant earlier than expected after escaping from Utapau. It changes things. ✦ Together or Not at All by Pandora151, obi-wan & anakin & padme, 2.7k    In the aftermath of the Battle of Geonosis, Anakin crashes, and Obi-Wan and Padmé struggle to keep him alive long enough to get him help, all while trying to face their new reality. The reality of war. FRIENDSHIP WITH CANON ENDED, THIS COOL AU IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND NOW: ✦ strip away my conscience (peel away my values) by gostaks, obi-wan & anakin & palpatine, sith!obi-wan, 1k    Obi-Wan Kenobi is an onion—he has layers. Beneath those layers, growing blacker every day, is the seed of the Republic’s fall. ✦ i am his brother, and i love him well by egeria, obi-wan/satine & anakin/padme, modern au, 2.9k    Anakin introduces Padmé to Obi-Wan. It goes well. Not that Anakin believes that. ✦ Tolnah kodaih kat delo anohrah'ak by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & jango & boba & cast, 4.2k wip    The one where Shmi is Jango’s older half-sister, Obi-Wan is raising a Mandalorian Padawan and Palpatine’s plans get ruined because four-year-old Boba Fett loves his cousin. ✦ No Death, Only the Force by ExtraPenguin, anakin & mace & depa & shmi, body swap, 2.8k    Anakin Skywalker is just about to to free his mother from the Tuskens when the Force rudely yanks him to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant – and into Mace Windu’s body. Mace, on the other hand, gets tossed into Anakin’s body on Tatooine.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Any darker headcannons on Toby?

“TICCI” TOBY DARK HEADCANNONS

Oh how I’ve been dying to do dark headcannons!

[nsfw under the cut!]

I know it’s said he has bipolar disorder but honestly I see him as more of a BPD kind of guy. His moods can switch on a dime and that seems to fit more with BPD than the long highs and lows of bipolar.

Continuing on that thought, when he flips to that wild anger of his it’s absolutely terrifying. He goes on rampages where he’ll scream and yell while running around the mansion punching holes in walls and swinging his hatchets into doors. Often when the person who set him off tried to lock themselves away

He definitely beats the fuck out of himself and others, and he’s most certainly slapped, punched, or slammed your head into the table once or twice (more about this further down)

Usually after his rampages it’ll be close to three days to a week of solitude. He can’t bare to show his face after such an event. He’ll lock himself away and rot away in bed.

He’ll use his sickly sweet niceness to get what he wants. So don’t play into it until you’re close. Like years of knowing each other close. He’s practically a master of manipulation, knowing exactly what to say and do to get what he wants. He’ll use his perceived dumbness in his favor.

Due to his past he has some… Trust issues… To say the very least. He needs to know where you are practically 24/7. So when you’re gone for too long or you don’t respond to a text he automatically assumes the worst. You don’t want him?? Did he not give you enough? Everything you could possibly need? And back to the manipulation thing, he’ll make sure you feel terrible about not checking in. You’ll question if you’re even enough for him.

He’d definitely lose it during those times you’re away for too long or won’t check in. So when you get home he’ll be clutching his head and crying. When he sees you walk through the door he’ll immediately be on you, yelling and screaming about how you don’t love him. Telling you that you’re in for a punishment as he grabs a hammer or raises his fist. He’d probably break your arm and make it seem like it was your fault for ending up here.

He just gives me Tate Langdon from AHS vibes

He’s clingy to the point it’s almost scary. You can’t hang out with anyone without him lurking in the background. And circling back around to previous statements, if you hang out with anyone without telling him, there’s trouble in store for you.

Also if anyone calls him “Ticci” Toby, consider that your last words. It irritates him to no end and he has no problem cutting heads off

He’s never fucked anyone, he just screams virgin. So he’s the type to jerk off wayyyyyyyy too much. Like it’s concerning how often you hear it happening. And he’s absolutely shameless about it too. If you walk in while he’s at it, he’ll give you a sly grin and try and get you to join

And when he finally gets his hands on you there’s no stopping him. He doesn’t give a fuck if he hurts you, he can’t feel pain so how on earth could you? He won’t stop until he’s satisfied, he doesn’t care if you bleed, cry, scream or beg him to stop.

That first time would probably be hell for you. It would probably get better after a few more times, but he’d definitely laugh at your pain

He’s rather impatient when it comes to PDA or sex. He wants it and he wants it now

I hope you enjoyed this and it seems accurate! I’d love to indulge in requests with this side of Toby, I think it would be quite interesting 😉

[whumpily-ever-after]

The Sign ลางสังหรณ์ Whump List

Summary: Tharn and Phaya are both detectives who are connected by more than their careers: events from their past lives keep them together. Along with their team, they solve crimes while also trying to make up for the sins of their past selves. But dark forces aim to keep them apart and may even take their lives.

Genre: Action, mystery, romance, supernatural

Country: Thailand

Year: 2023-2024

Watch it on: YouTube

Spoilers ahead...

Whumpee: Phaya Kamolwipak/Sakuna played by Billy Patchanon Ounsa-ard

Episode 1: (In a vision) In a fight, stabbed, bleeding from the mouth, dies | (present) shot at, in a fight

Episode 2: In a trance, walks into the ocean

Episode 3: Nightmare | spars with his friend, take some hits

Episode 4: Molotov cocktail thrown at him | in a fight, hit with a piece of wood, dazed, falls to the ground, threatened with a knife, blood on his head | wound tended to | believes his friend betrayed him

Episode 5:  Shot at, in a fight, in a chokehold, thrown around, kicked in the chest, breathing heavily, pushed against a pillar, chocked, strangled with a rope | bandage on his hand and arm

Episode 6: Nightmare | knocked back by a magical force, falls on his back, has a vision of the past | threatened, punched in the face

Episode 7: None

Episode 8: Nightmare, physically reacting like he’s being attacked, says someone was strangling him in his dream | in a trance, walks into a river, pulled underwater | yells in pain, drops to his knees | (in a past life) blood on his shoulder, struggling to stand, dizzy, passes out, magically healed, grunting in pain | in a fight, on the ground, pushed against a tree, choked, in a fight (as a mythical creature), falls to the ground, covered in blood, bleeding from the mouth, dies | (present) drowns, given CPR

Episode 9: On a gurney | in a coma | attacked in a spiritual plane, body convulsing

Episode 10: None

Episode 11: Shot at, in a fight, punched in the face, shot at, chased, shot at, chased to the edge of a cliff, at gunpoint, kicked off the cliff | wakes up in a cave, grunting in pain

Episode 12: In a fight | concerned for Tharn, crying | pushed down, in a fight, grabbed by the neck | Tharn dying in his arms | wakes up in a hospital, worried for Tharn, struggling against his loved ones, told Tharn is gone, crying

Whumpee: “Tharn” Wansa Raksil played by Babe Tanatat Phanviriyakool

Episode 1: Has a vision, groans in pain, grabs his head

Episode 2: Drunk, carried on his friend’s back

Episode 3: Told he still must pay for the people he wronged in his past life | spars with his friend, punched in the stomach, knocked to the floor, pinned to the floor (on his stomach, head held down, arm held behind his back)

Episode 4: Told he has a short life, told he should have died when he was young, warned about the people he wronged in his past life coming to take his life; has a vision, face scrunched up in pain | grunts in pain, has a vision | Molotov cocktail thrown at him, trapped in a burning building

Episode 5:  Pushed against a wall, hit in the face| shot at, hit by a metal rack, knocked to the floor, holding his arm against his stomach, shoved back by a blast of power, uses himself as a shield, stabbed, wound tended to

Episodes 6-7: None

Episode 8: (In a past life) uses himself as a human shield, shot with an arrow, dies | (present) chases a suspect, shot at, in a fight, held in a chokehold, saved | holding an unconscious Phaya in his arms, crying, calling for help

Episode 9: Crying | kicked in the stomach, stumbles back, kicked in the stomach, surrounded, grabbed from behind, kicked down several times, nearly shot, has a vision of Phaya in trouble

Episode 10: Has a vision, squinting his eyes in pain

Episode 11: Shot at, in a fight, kicked in the chest, shot at, chased, shot at, chased to the edge of a cliff, at gunpoint, kicked off the cliff | betrayed, told he belongs to the betrayer, falls to his knees, crying, friends and loved ones threatened

Episode 12: In a fight, at gunpoint, kicked in the stomach, punched in the face, falls to his hands an knees, grabbed by the back of the neck, kicked over, forced to stand, bent backwards over a railing, gun at his throat | uses himself as a shield | dying in Phaya’s arms, taken away

[xshiny]

Angst! Ghost x gn!reader

TW ⚠️ Some talk about past, blood, fighting, yelling, maybe racism?

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Everyone was back at base after a long, intense mission. Here you and him where, arguing once more. You and him have been rivals sense you arrived. Everyone was exhausted, mentally and physically. No one wanted to try n break you up, and just let y’all argue it out. It was a normal everyday argument, till he brought up a sensitive topic.

“AT LEAST I WASN’T THE CAUSE OF MY BROTHERS DEATH, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF CRAP!!“ His thunderous voice boomed, vibrating the very ground below you.His words hit you like a bullet to the heart, and made you stop your breath. A second later, you were able to breath again. Your eyes widen, and your heart beats faster as you try to remain calm. The topic of your brother dying because of yourself hits you hard, especially if Ghost brought it up.

"You...you dare talk about my brother!" You shouted, and turned away fuming, holding in the tears you had. You had enough of him for one day, and he went too far.

“No one asked for the truth huh? Too afraid of a little honesty?” Ghost spat back, a cocky smirk plastered on his face. “Your so caught up in the past, it seems you forgot the present.” He then leaned back, resting his back against the wall of the tent, his knees raised, and his hands folded. His gaze was sharp, and his cold, dead eyes were focused on you.Everyone was around the pair of you, looking away and trying to not get tangled in the commotion.The anger could not be held back. You came back storming at him, punching his face hard.

"You you sly hag! You have no idea what its like to lose someone on the battlefield because of yourself!" You spat, huffing as you watch Ghost fall to the ground.Ghost stumbled back and fell, not anticipating your hit. The shock of the physical attack took over, and the rest of the unit jumped to pull us apart. It took three men to hold your fury, two to hold him. He laughed as they did so, and yelled out the following.

“Oh my gosh- look at you, acting like a child and throwing a tantrum. I guess I hit a nerve.” A cold grin spread across his face, as he looked back at you. He was enjoying this all.

"You did it bad, and you know you went too far, Simon" you hiss out his name with venom in your tone, going against the soldier's restraints. His eyes narrowed, and he chuckled as he spat back.

“Oh please, you know nothing about going too far. What’s it been now, two years, and you’re still crying over the death of one person.”

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU" you shouted, ripping free of the soldiers as you leaped apon Ghost, tackling him down with punches to the face.The two of you hit the floor hard, and your attack continued without mercy nor stopping. The other soldiers quickly got up to try and pull you off, but you were too furious for you to really care.

Every punch you land, every time you strike at him, it let out all the pent-up rage you have in you. It felt cathartic, almost...You continue to punch him, even as he tried to push you off. He went too far, and now he has to pay for it.Finally, the other soldiers were able to pull you off of Ghost. They held you back against them, trying to prevent you from going back to him.

Your breathing was heavy, and you were still too pissed for words. For what seemed like forever, you glared at him with pure hatred. The rest of the soldiers looked at you in shock, not knowing what to do. Ghost sat back up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and chuckled.You glared back at him, his blood on your knuckles. You breathed heavy as the soldiers held you in restraints, and snarled at him, too angry for words.

Ghost stood up straight and dusted himself off, still grinning. “Oh wow, you’re really angry.” He laughed and shook his head, before spitting out a tooth. He glanced down at it and chuckled. “My, I haven’t seen that kind of anger before- even from the other men. What was it now? That I hit a nerve?”You growled at him, pulling at your restraints.

"You fucking knew what you were doing!" You hiss, baring your teeth at him as you give him a hardcore glare.

“Oh I knew alright, I always know what buttons will piss you off. Guess you have a short fuse. Don’t worry, I love pushing all your buttons, just for some fun.” He smirked and raised his arms and shrugged, brushing off his words as if it was no big deal.

"You have no heart" You grumbled, as you were beginning to be dragged away. You huff, reluctantly going along with the soldiers who held you, and give one last glare at Ghost.

“At least I have a brain.” Ghost barked back, holding his bruised face. “Oh, and by the way, you’re ugly.” He then smirked and laughed again, and turned his back to you. The others watched this entire argument, some giggling, some holding back laughs, you could tell they enjoyed this fight between you two.You rolled your eyes.

"Why, is it because I'm Asian?" You scoff, shaking your head as you continue to walk away with the supporting soldiers.A sharp inhale and a snarl left Ghost’s lips at your words. He quickly spun around and rushed towards you, only to be held back by not one, but three other soldiers.

“SHUT UP. YOU JUST HAD TO BRING UP RACE DIDN’T YOU?” Ghost was pissed beyond belief. All his words were not filtered now, anger filling every bit of his being.You snickered, walking away into the base as Ghost yells in fury. He had it coming, just like how you had it coming when he brought up your dead brother.Ghost tried to yell back more, but he was cut off as a superior soldier barked an order out.

"Alright you two, that’s enough.” He then glanced at Ghost in annoyance. “Ghost, get your sh*t together and stop being an arrogant prick. That goes for you too. If you can’t get along with one another you both are suspended. Am I clear?”

"Yes sir" you reply with a straight face, but on the inside, you were laughing away.Ghost just shook his head in disappointment, and looked at the ground. It seems he was embarrassed a bit. The soldier glanced over at him, and glanced at everyone else. He then frowned.

"Get over here, Simon. I need a word with you.”

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A/n: I don't know if I'm missed any TW's...

Anyway, yeah I dunno how I feel about this story

[smutinlove]

You were my light (Part 2)

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: A bit angsty, tiny bit of fighting, arguing, carl being a jackass, panic attack, description of panic attack

☽ Author's note☾ Yay! Part 2 is here bitches! And surprisingly it didn't take ten years lmao. Omg. So like this is very depressing. Read at your own risk. Take a damn look at the warnings. ESPECIALLY THE ONES IN ITALICS. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs, likes, and comments are very much appreciated!

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ The jokes weren't funny, I took the money My friends from home don't know what to say I looked around in a blood-soaked gown And I saw something they can't take away ❞

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You hated that motherless son of a bitch. He was so annoying, smug, and just an asshole in general. Which made you want to kill Carl even more.

Every day, at six in the morning, he'd storm inside your prison and throw a plate of expired food at you, punch you in the face, and then lock you inside. Every. Fucking. Day.

Oh, and that was just the beginning, sometimes he'd feed you dog food.

You were sitting in the same chair, but this time there was a table in front of you. Cause, "Carl is so... nice." You heard the door unlock, expecting it to be Carl.

You said, "Come to feed me more dog food, Carl?" You laughed.

But you were surprisingly wrong. It was a man who looked a lot like Carl. And you most definitely knew this man. "Rick?" You questioned.

"He's been feeding you dog food?!" He asked furiously. You nodded.

He let out a breathy laugh. "I told him not to do that."

"So, you're Negan's daughter. I remember you. I remember that day."

'Negan's daughter.' God, it hurt so fucking bad. Everyone called you 'Negan's daughter.' Of course, sure, the Alexandrians probably didn't even know who you were, but it was the fact that most of your father's minions called you 'The boss' daughter' or 'Negan's daughter.'

"Yeah, I remember you too, Rick. I saw it. How scared you all were. And when my dad killed that Chinaman and that red-headed fool, I felt nothing. So, if that's what you wanna talk about, then done." You said bitterly.

Rick stared at you with a blank expression before moving closer to you. "He's Korean! And his name was Glenn, Glenn Rhee. And that red-headed fool's name was Abraham Ford! And YOU don't get to talk about them like that," he yelled.

He crossed his arms and leaned back against a dirty wall.

"We'll let you stay here. In Alexandria. Just listen to us. Answer what we want you to." You frowned. "Why should I? Huh?"

"You won't survive another minute out there. Carl saved you! We saved you," he shouted. "No! He kidnapped me. He didn't save me at all. And neither did you."

You sighed, "So stop. Just stop, Rick Grimes. You're not helping. I don't wanna stay in this garbage community. It's repulsing!"

"Tell me if you change your mind. Until then, we won't let you out. Not today, not tomorrow."

"How about the day after tomorrow?"

He chuckled but didn't speak any further. He left, locking the door after.

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You were getting bored of staring at the same grey walls. "Fuck!" You shouted.

You grabbed your chair and threw it at the wall, which did not make a difference as the chair instead broke.

You laughed and threw your head back. Of course, it had to break.

And now your back was against the cold floor, you brought your knees up to your chest. "Happy, happy, happy..." You whispered to yourself.

"Daddy loves you, Y/N."

"No, no. Stop..." You cried out.

Blood, sweat, tears, starve.

Jokes, money, friends, gone. Dead.

Around, soaked gown, cry, scream.

You're on your own, kid.

You always have been.

Face it. Face it. Tell them. Tell them you're—

"Stop! No. Stop, I can't—" You're heart was racing, and sweat dripped down your forehead, maybe you were dying, you were too young, your hands were trembling, "No, no—" You couldn't breathe, it only meant one thing.

"No! Stop, no. No! Stop it!" You screamed over and over.

"Daddy loves you, Y/N."

"No, you don't!" You yelled repeatedly.

You blinked rapidly, but you felt like giving in. Sleep, die. Sleep, die. Sleep, die.

You heard the door open, or maybe it was your imagination. Yeah, that's it. Right? Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing special.

You were a fucked up little girl.

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"She's waking up! Doc," You tried sitting up, but someone stopped you. "Hey, take it easy, sweetheart."

What even happened? I don't know...

What?

You looked around the room. You were in a rather uncomfortable bed. The walls were painted a disgusting shade of green.

"No," you groaned. Your eyes were met with another. A singular blue eye. Fuck, it's him. "Damnit, it's—"

"—Me. Surprised, Y/N?" He chuckled.

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So, you had a panic attack. It was not much of a surprise to you, but it was to Carl. "Wow, I knew you were fucked up in the head, but panic attacks too?"

You felt a bit ashamed. So much was done for you, and you didn't even deserve all this 'protection and care.' "Just cause you're a total mess doesn't mean I immediately care about you. I hate you." He confessed. You smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked curiously.

You grabbed the glass vase. It was to your right. You jammed it in Carl's arm, making him scream in pain and fall back. "You fucking bitch!"

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Part 3?

[helyiios]

Imagine Ethan having a really graphic and realistic dream about Benji dying, and that dream being the thing that finally makes him confess his feelings for Benji.

Benji was not screaming. And, that being said, he’s not sure what’s worse. Benji’s perfectly quiet, but his eyes are wide. They’re pleading.

He’s hung around a rope, a rope with small rusty nails, and they’re digging deep into his skin, and he’s not even screaming.

Ethan’s watching, kept inside a glass box, similar to the one they’d trapped Lane in, and he’s punching the walls, trying his upmost best to do something, to fight back, he’s yelling at Benji, Benji whose hands are gripping the rope and trying to tear it away, Benji whose wide and clear eyes are scarred with tears, Benji who’s crying so hard he’s perfectly silent.

The nails dig deeper, and the flesh around his neck is more red than his usual light beige, and his hands are covered in warm blood, and Ethan’s still screaming, begging the gods above to put him through it instead of his friend, his wonderful friend who did not deserve this.

“I’m sorry,” he’s barking at him, “I’m sorry, Benji I’m coming ! Just hold on ! Hold on for a bit more, I’ll definitely save you !”

The other man keeps looking at him, wide eyes desperate, and it comes to light that Ethan wasn’t leaving that glass box. He couldn’t.

He was stuck there. Made to watch Benji struggle to breathe, covering himself in thick red blood, sweat and tears dripping down his face, and he feels sick.

Just like Lindsay. Just like Julia.

They took everything from him.

They’re—

He roars in pain, begging to the nothingness to let Benji go, they’re taking him away from him !

It can’t…they can’t do that, he thinks, and now he’s crying too. They can’t just take Benji away from him.

Please, he pleads. Please. Anything, anyone but him.

Anyone.

Benji’s face’s constricting, and with a final tensing of his body, his hands drop to his sides.

He’s not moving anymore, Ethan realises.

He bangs on the glass harder, blows his knuckles up, there’s torn flesh and blood, and he’s screaming.

Benji’s perfectly still, head hung low.

Dead.

No.

No, please.

Please, don’t do this to—

“ETHAN !”

He jolts awake, swallowing back a scream of surprise. Benji’s staring at him like he’d grown a second head, his computer long forgotten on the bed next to him.

“Wh…”

“You good, buddy ?” Benji asks, walking up to him surprisedly, “you were having a nightmare, I think.”

Was I ?

“I was ?”

“You were mumbling something, huh, and my name. Didn’t sound too pleasant.”

“I…” Ethan blinks stupidly, taking in his friend’s body. The long curls falling idly on his forehead, the well trimmed beard, the wounds on his face, and the year old hypertrophic scars like a necklace around his neck. “Benji.”

“Yeah, Benji,” his friends chuckles, sitting next to him. “You alright ?”

He shakes his head no, and that makes the other man furrow his head in surprise.

“So, nightmare I take it ?”

“You…were in it,” Ethan difficultly admits. “You were—you were hanging from a rope.”

“Ain’t that familiar,” Benji laughs airily, but upon seeing Ethan’s decomposed face, he grimaces. “Sorry.”

“There were nails on that rope. And you were bleeding, I was stuck—stuck in a box. Looking at you.”

“Like the Lane box ?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, E,” Benji gently says, boldly tucking a hair strand behind the other’s ear. “It must’ve been a hard watch.”

“I watched you die,” Ethan replies, and the way his voice wobbles is a clear indication he was really close to tears. “I thought—I watched you die, Benji.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “but I’m okay. Yeah ? I’m tougher than I look,” he smiles. “And I—“

His voice dies down as Ethan grasps him, bringing him into a tight hug, his head tucked in the crook of the other’s neck.

“Don’t die on me,” he begs, “don’t die.”

“I’m not going to die,” Benji whispers, running a hand through the other’s longer hair, “I’m here, yeah ?”

“If you die,” Ethan chokes out, hot tears pouring from his eyes, “I can’t do it.”

“That’s a bit hyperbolic. I’m sure you could.”

“But I don’t want to. I want you. You to be with me. I…”

“You’re under shock,” his friend coos, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know what I’m saying !” Ethan protests, pulling back to stare at the other. “I can’t lose you, Benji. Not now, not ever. You’re my other half.”

“You’re not losing me,” Benji croaks out, feeling his own tears puddle up in his eyes, throat tight. “Never. Yeah ?”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

They stay like this for a few minutes more, until Benji exhales, tracing circles on his friend’s back.

“Are you feeling better ?”

“I think so,” Ethan shyly nods. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s okay.”

“I meant it, you know,” he adds, looking at him bravely. “About you. Us.”

Benji’s lips are a perfectly thin line, and he’s staring at his shoes.

“Did you ?”

“Yeah.”

“For the record,” the younger man says, finally looking back at him, “I think you’re my other part, too.”

Ethan finally smiles.

When they kiss, it tastes like love.

[leviathansshadycorner]

Rope Him In ( Cato x District 10! Reader x slight! Marvel) Pt. 2

Summary: In which Cato falls for a tribute from 10.

A/n: This is on ao3 too btw. Also, sorry for the slow start I kind of want to semi-flesh out the story, but Cato comes in the next chapter.

Pt.1

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Chapter 2 : The Train Ride

Your legs shaked up and down as you waited inside the Mayor’s building. You sat in the lounge room where all the tributes were sent to say their final words to their families. ‘This is it.’ You thought to yourself as your head spun. The room felt as if it was closing in on you as the paranoia set in. Grumbling came from your stomach and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to throw up and shit your fear away. You told yourself to keep breathing, but you were finding it harder and harder to do so. 

“Five minutes.” The peacekeeper said to your brother and father as Amaranto flung the door open. He wheeled your father in who still had that thousand yard stare. 

Scared didn’t cut how you were feeling. Emotions are unpredictable, and you were prone to outburst when you didn’t know how to handle them. Letting out a loud sob you began to bang on Amaranto’s chest, your fists landing on it surely making bruises. “YOU LIED!” Your angry weeping began, “YOU SAID I WOULD BE FINE!” Another yell. Of course it wasn’t his fault, but you needed someone to blame for the circumstances you were put in. 

“No no no, listen.” He tried calming you down, but you only flailed in his arms. “(Y/n) I SAID LISTEN!” He yelled again, but you still threw punches at the poor boy’s chest. 

“ENOUGH!” Came the bellowing voice of your Father, stopping both you and your brother. 

“(Y/n), You are not going to die out there.” Your father spoke. 

“W-what?” Your voice cracked. 

“You heard me girl. You’re not dying in that arena. You’ve got skills, just need to fine tune them and apply them to the games.” He spoke, his dark eyes fixing on yours. “Just think of them like animals.” 

Just think of them like animals.

Amaranto also looked shocked. It was his turn now to console you. 

Your body has gone limp. That rush of adrenaline was long gone and you sat on the floor confused as to what he meant by skills. You were the bottom of the barrel when it came to working in the slaughterhouse. The only reason you hadn’t been fired was because Clarabell was always there picking up your slack. 

“Papa’s right (N/n).” Amaranto spoke,  Grabbing one of your braids he sighed, trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes, “You’re not dying out there. You’re gonna come home to me and Papa, and live a long life. Hell, you may even come home to a farm of your own! Just like you’ve always wanted.” He started to break down toward the end and it shattered your heart. The last time you saw Amaranto cry like this was when your mother died. 

“Pa. Amar.. I love you.” You said. Their words were sweet, filled with hope, but they couldn’t distract you from what you already knew. You would die in there, and leave the two of them poor and mourning over your dead body. 

The last three minutes were dedicated to you hugging them in silence, with the occasional “I love you” thrown in the air. Eventually your five minutes were up and you were so blinded by your tears that you couldn’t even tell that the peacekeepers were coming in. 

“WIN! (Y/n)! COME HOME! GET ROPE!” Amaranto yelled as he was forced out the room by the peacekeepers. His last words struck a memory with you. Rope. You hadn’t used one since the 6th grade. Before you could reminisce on the past, Pradian came into the room, his chicken-like top off and instead replaced with a lavender blouse. “Ready dear?” He asked with that Capitol accent. 

Wiping your tears away with your sleeves you nodded. It was difficult to walk, you were still weak from all the distress. At one point during the walk to the train you toppled over, the only thing preventing your body from meeting the floor was Buckley’s wall-like body. It was embarrassing how he had to escort you all the way to the train. 

Meanwhile Pradain kept criticizing the smell of 10, the heat of 10, and how “Those cows would look cuter in pink.” 

“He’s weird huh?” Buckley whispered into your ear trying to lighten up the mood. 

“I’m not sure that’s the right word.” You told him. 

In the distance was a sleek metallic train, it stretched for miles. As you approached the doors of the cart you would be going into, a man and woman stepped out. You recognized them as Ramsey Peckett and Dolly Gleewood, previous victors of the games. 

“I’m sorry you got picked.” Dolly said sympathetically as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“I’m Ramsey. I’ll be your mentor.” The man said as he reached to shake Buckley’s hand who was just a few inches shorter than him. 

“Alright Alright, save the chit chat for later- we’ve got to stay on schedule.” Pradain shoved his watch in the face of the two mentors causing them to roll their eyes. They lead the two of you into the train. 

It looked almost surgical. Silvery metallic colors decorated the cart, white couches were perfectly placed across from each other, the table was a dark wood- one you didn’t recognize. The only color in the room were lavender and teal flowers set in the center of the table, surrounded by lidded silver plates. 

“Go on, eat up- I know I am.” Pradain smiled, the blue on his lips making his teeth seem whiter than they were. He sat down on the table and removed the lid from one of the plates exposing the precious delicacy. It was a honey colored ham, surrounded with herbs and the prettiest tomatoes you’ve ever seen. 

Buckley didn’t hesitate, he sat himself down next to Ramsey and practically devoured a whole cantaloupe. 

“Aren’t you going to eat dear?” Dolly asked, confused as to why a starved girl like yourself wasn’t touching the lavish confectionaries in front of you. 

“I will, just don’t think I can hold it down yet.” You told her, opting to take sips from a glass filled with orange liquid. It tasted delightfully sweet yet had a nice tang to it. “What is this?” You asked her as your sips became more fervent. 

“That’s peach and mango juice.” Dolly said, cutting into her own slice of ham. 

“Calm down boy, food ain’t going nowhere.” Ramsey scolded Buckley, who was still scarfing different foods down his mouth.  He reminded you of the pigs when they would come out to eat. The way they wouldn’t leave room for air. 

“You’re gonna get yourself sick, We don’t want that now do we?” 

Buckley hesitantly stopped. He started to actually chew his food and you watched with awe as he shut his eyes enjoying the flavors of the Capitol food.

“‘S good.” The boy said, the freckles on his cheek stretching as he fit the food in them. 

“Right so then, how about we get to know each other first let's say… 15 minutes, and then we’ll move onto the actual mentoring.” Dolly spoke as she looked over to Ramsey for approval. 

“Are you both our mentors?” Came your voice, which was quiet compared to the chewing of your fellow tribute. 

“No. I’m assigned to Buck here, and you’re all Dolly’s.” Ramsey corrected. “We could join together and mentor the both of you if that's what you want, but remember only one of you is going to come back.” He said with a stress filled sigh. 

Buckley put his utensils down at that comment. Suddenly the food didn’t seem as appetizing. 

There was silence in the room. Both you and Buckley couldn’t look at each other for a while. Eventually you picked up your own fork and began to slowly fill your stomach with food. You were hesitant to try any of the meat since you knew it came from 10, and it just felt wrong for you to eat it, so you opted for just fruits and grains. 

“I’m alright with a joint mentorship if (Y/n) is.” Buckley said finally, causing both the mentors to look at him. 

You wondered why he said that. He most likely didn’t see you as a challenge. Buckley Wheaton was 6’3, muscular, and had the most honey brown hair you’ve ever seen. His whole body was littered with freckles, and his eyes matched that of his hair. You wondered what they fed that boy back in 10 to make him as much of a unit as he was now. Rice, you assumed, since that was mostly what was available. 

The mentors turned their heads to look at you now. You were in the middle of eating a berry that was colored like an angry red. “Sure.” 

“Not much of a talker.” Ramsey said, eyeing you.”Good luck getting words from that one Dolly.” He laughed. 

Dolly only smiled at you sweetly. 

“Nah, (Y/n) is such a talker.” Buckley came to your defense. “Shoot- 8th grade? She wouldn’t shut up about how she was going to write to the Capitol and ask for our horses back. She’s smart too! Top 5 in our class back when we graduated.” He told the mentors. 

Sure you weren’t on bad terms with Buckley, but you also weren’t buddy buddy with him. Your curiosity only grew as to why he was being so damn nice to you. 

“Buckley’s got strength. He’s agile too. Saw him pick up a cow once after chasing it down town for a while.” You spoke. “Rumor has it he’s got good aim too. You know, I saw him  once, when I was with my Papa, he and some of his buddies were messing around with some slingshots, tryna aim at some bean cans” You chewed some food before continuing. “And he knocked down every single can to the ground.”  

Buckley looked at you with a toothy smile. 

“Aww how cute.” Pradain cooed from where he sat.  

“So what's it like being a victor?” You turned your head to look at Dolly, whose curly hair was being tied into a bun. 

“It’s about as comfortable as it gets.” She says, “It’s great until the reality of it all sets in.” She speaks, her hazel eyes looking longingly at the table. 

“Well that’s grim.” Pradain side eyed her. “Ramsey, give me a happy answer.” He rested his chin on his hand as he turned his attention to the male victor. 

“It's got its perks. I mean for one you get a whole house to yourself… you don’t have to worry about starving anymore.” He listed. 

“How come we don’t see you around in the district?” Buckley asked, wiping a drop of food from his shirt. 

“No need to be out.” Dolly says, “The attention it attracts is a little too off putting.” 

“Yeah, the only time we ever really come out is during the night.” Ramsey says, “Of course that’s just personal preference, but like Dolly said, we have everything we need back at home.”

“Then there’s the visits to the Capitol.” Dolly says, sounding a little irritated. 

“Pft, you speak about it like it isn’t the most grand place to be. The Capitol is luxurious, filled with the most up to date technology and the highest fashion in Panem.” Pradain flaunts his nails around. 

“Enough Victor talk. Let’s get into mentoring.” Dolly gets up and excuses herself to the white couch where she waits for the rest of you. 

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A few hours  pass by. Most of it is filled with questions on how to win the games, how to survive, how to not get caught by the careers. The mentoring is then interrupted by Pradain’s squeal of excitement. 

“We’re here!” He gets up to look over at the window. “Come! Come!” His hands go to both yours and Buck’s shoulder as he pushes you two alongside the window. You see a wall of brick before your eyes get punctured by the white light reflecting off the Capitol’s walls. 

Millions of faces painted almost like clowns fill your range of view. Buckley can’t help but burst out into laughter. You on the other hand look quite disturbed. The people on the other side, however, seemed delighted to see you. Their mouths formed into triangles as they hollered to greet you.

“Welcome to the Capitol!” Pradain says gleefully.

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[michelleleewise]

Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x Asgardian female reader

Warnings: forced imprisonment, talks of execution, crying, minor descriptions of spicy things (nothing explicit), super mild violence, one super creepy guard making super creepy advances, that's about it I think....

Summary: Loki travels to Asgard to bring you home, when more secrets come to light......

A/n- aahhh!! This ended up being way longer then I thought.....sorry!! Lol and a huge thank you to @mochie85 for all the help and brilliant ideas!!! You are beyond amazing!!! 💚💚💚

Part Nine--Part Ten-

Loki winced as his knees hit solid ground hard, holding his hands out his palms met dirt and rock. shaking his head he slowly opening his eyes, leaning back on his knees he looked out into the distance, the bright exterior of Valaskjalf reflecting the sun casting a golden light over the land. "Pretentious." Loki snarled, looking around thanking the norns he had been transported to a wooded area outside the palace walls he rubbed his hands together wiping the dirt from them as he stood, leaning against a tree hissing at the pain in his knees and the sharp throb in his back. He ran a hand through his hair taking short breaths to ease the pain. He wanted nothing more then to storm the palace, slay odin and take you away but he also knew in his present condition he would be no match for even a Einherjar let alone the allfather. He needed to heal and fast.

glancing around he spotted a small cave not far from where he was, he straightened his spine keeping his breaths short he made his way towards it, holding his hand out summoning his siedr his palm gave off a bright green glow as he crouched down looking into the small space. Thankfully finding it empty he kneeled down crawling inside, the cramped space barely big enough to hold his large frame but he didn't need it for long. He rolled to his back with a huff, looking to the roof of the cave sighing "I'm coming y/n...I swear it." He growled closing his eyes he focused his seidr into himself, the faster he healed the sooner he could get to you and end this.

You closed your eyes, hissing at the pain in your scalp as you were thrown to the ground, your knees hitting the stone floor hard making you roll to your side "take her to the dungeons at once!" You heard Odin's voice bellow, opening your eyes seeing him dismount Slepnir as four Einherjar came towards you weapons drawn "wait! My king there has been a mistake!" You yelled pulling yourself to your knees as one guard slapped something across your mouth. "I do not bandy words with traitors!" Odin barked stepping towards you as two guards grabbed your arms lifting you to your feet. You tried to explain...to tell him what happened but the gag sufficiently silenced you. "Get this filth out of my site, and tell the executioner to prepare the ax." Odin snarled as he stormed away, his long cloak billowing behind him when your eyes met Heimdall's.

"Mmmdall!" You tried to yell, only muffled noices escaping you when you felt the pair of manacles clap around your wrists "come on, move it!" One of the guards said pulling you forward. You dug your heels in, going limp as they drug you from the bifrosf, if they were going to kill you they were going to fight for it. "Pick her up I don't have all day." One said sternly when you felt one of them loop an arm behind your knees throwing you over his shoulder. You lifted your head, looking back to Heimdall trying to call for him, reaching your hands out when he turned his gaze back to the stars your heart sank into your stomach. This is it...I'm really going to die, no one is coming for you you thought to yourself.

You felt a tear slide down your cheek when a new wave of anger hit you, rembering Alrik's words find something worth dying for. Rage burning inside you you fought with new purpose...odin wasn't worth it you thought as you kicked your legs as hard as you could...Asgard wasn't worth it as you punched the guards back with renewed force. You flailed and kicked and hit with everything you had left in you with one thought In mind you will not willing die for any of them. You weren't sure how long you tried to fight when you were lifted off the guards shoulder and thrown onto the hard ground. Looking around you were surrounded by three bright white walls, the guards standing at the only opening when a wall of golden light shimmered into place. "It will be a pleasure to take that ones head." One guard snarled as they stormed off leaving you alone in your cell gagged and chained.

You got to your feet, stumbling forward you walked to the barrier, looking out seeing the wall of cells across from you when you caught a flash of red out of the corner of your eye. "Ooorr!" You yelled, banging on the golden wall when Thor came into view, an Einherjar next to him when your eyes met. You watched him say something to the guard before he nodded and left and thor stepped closer "oorrr, eellppp mmm." Your muffled cries making him shake his head "father told me..." he trailed off crossing his arms "you are for the ax in the morning." He sighed looking down. You felt your eyes burn as you banged harder on the shield between you "I thought better of you." He huffed before turning, his long strides taking him towards the stairs. You kicked and hit the wall as hard as you could, screams barely making it past the gag when the cell went dark, the only light the orange glow from the barrier.

You laid your forehead against it, your cuffed hands sliding down the wall as you slumped to your knees. Turning around you pressed your back to the wall, looking into the dark cell you brought your knees up trying to cross your arms, the chains giving no slack as you huffed looping them over your knees laying your head down them. You closed your eyes your thoughts wandering to Alrik, hoping someone found him and he was ok...your heart ached with how much you missed him. Friends had become your last priority as you advanced in your training, spending every waking moment sparring to become the best warrior Asgard had seen. But Alrik was the best friend you had ever had.

You lifted your head, leaning it back against the wall when your thoughts drifted to another...to Loki. The man you had been trained to hate was anything but what you thought. There was a kindness in his actions you hadn't expected...a softness in his touch you never could have anticipated. And through your time on Jotunhiem there was one thing you knew for certain...their king was no monster. You felt a tear slide down your cheek, quickly wiping it away thinking of the nights spent in his chambers, telling him of Odin's plans, the plot to assassinate him when the memories shifted...the small smiles he shared with you, the fleeting glances you caught before he quickly turned away to busy himself with some piece of paper.

Feeling your cheeks heat up remembering the way his large hands held you against him, the way his lips moved against yours. The night in the bathing chambers shooting to the forefront, your heart hammered in your chest remembering the way his large frame towered over you, his broad shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of a realm...his strong arms trapping you between his solid chest and the ledge. You shivered remembering how his ruby eyes could seem to see into your soul, the marks and ridges on his skin you wished to trace with your fingers and tongue. Would it make him tremble as he made you the thought brought a smile to your face thinking of the fierce king of Jotunhiem weak and wanting. You sighed, shaking the memories away, It mattered not for in the morning the only man you would see was the executioner and his ax.

Loki strode through the small village outside the palace, straightening his tunic he took purposeful steps towards the gates, his boots kicking up dirt in his wake. Best to look as I belong here he thought tilting his chin up he came to the steps of the palaces main entrance when two Einherjar stopped him "what is your business here?" One asked as Loki smiled and looked at him "my name is Magnus, from Alfhiem. I have been sent to serve the royal family in the kitchens." He said tilting his head slightly "the kitchen eh? You don't look like much of a cook your skin and bone." The one said when the other guard laughed "well, be that as it may, I am to report as soon as I arrive." Loki said sternly as the two moved aside "good luck little cook." The one snarked as Loki ascended the steps when he heard their hushed whispers "that one would be better bent over then in the kitchen." He heard making his blood boil he turned back to them.

"I beg your pardon?" He asked as they both looked at him "is there something you need...slave?" The one sneered slowly walking up the steps his golden armor glinting In the light as a smile spread across his face "I would be more then happy to...oblige." he sneered stepping into Loki's space making him take a step back "you do have a lovely mouth...I wonder..." he trailed off when loki felt his back pressing against the stone wall, clenching his fists it took all his control not to throw his siedr at him knowing it would expose him when the man pressed his hand to the wall beside Loki's head "what your lips would look like around my..." his words cut off as he was pulled back harshly, his armor clanging hard against the stone floor. Loki looked over seeing the tall golden haired man standing between him and the guard. He knew who he was...everyone in the nine realms knew. Thor, son of Odin and next in line for the throne.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Thor bellowed making Loki jump slightly "m...my prince, it was just a bit of fun." The guard said standing up slowly "if I see you treat him in such a way again...or anyone else for that matter I will have you flogged in the village square...is that understood?" Thor asked stepping towards him "y..yes my prince." The man bowed before walking back down the steps next to the other guard when Thor turned "my apologies..." Thor said holding his hand out "Magnus, my name is Magnus your highness." He said bending at the waist "ah Magnus, you must he new? I have not seen you before." Thor said stepping towards him "yes, I have just arrived from Alfhiem, I was assigned to the kitchens." Loki said looking around "come, I will show you the way, this place is a maze if you don't know your way " He smiled walking past the gates, his long red cape billowing behind him as Loki followed.

"My apologies about...earlier" Thor said as Loki nodded "if it happens again please come to me at once," Thor said sternly, his bright blue eyes meeting Loki's "yes your highness." Loki said nodding again. "Here we are." Thor said as they came up to a set of large doors "the head chef will get you settled with your assignments and lodging." He continued smiling "thank you your highness." Loki said bowing as Thor continued his path down the long hallway. Loki glanced back and forth, surprised no one was around he slowly walked the opposite direction Thor went. Keeping his body pressed to the wall his eyes shot behind him and back as he made his way further into the palace. He turned the corner when the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor "dammit" He whispered, quicky ducking behind a stone pillar as the sound of muffled voices carried through the silence.

He pressed his back to the column, steadying his breathing he waited, only moving hearing the footsteps continue and fade. He slowly slid from his hiding spot, looking around when he faced forwards, jumping back seeing a woman in front of him grab her chest and jump back as well. "My apologies." He said taking a good look at her. Her long golden hair, the same as Thor's flowing effortlessly down her back, her deep blue and green dress accentuated by the silver breastplate fastened to her chest "your highness." He said bowing, keeping his eyes trained to the floor he hoped she would move along quickly. "That is quite alright..." She trailed off "Magnus your highness." He said trying not to move a muscle when the hem of her dress came into his vision "Magnus, you can stand and please call me Frigga." She said as Loki straightened his spine nodding.

"Where are you off to Magnus?" She asked smiling as her bright eyes bore into his, his spine tingling as the sensation "i...I was sent to work in the kitchens your hig...Frigga." He said seeing her smile widen "well, the kitchens happen to be in the opposite direction and definitely not behind that column." She said with a small laugh. "My apologies, I got turned around and was afraid I would be punished for not reporting in." He said willing the conversation to be over so he could continue his search. "Hmm...come, I wish to take a walk in the gardens" She said quickly turning, her skirts billowing behind her "your highness i really should..." he was cut off as she turned "frigga...and I wish you to accompany me...Magnus." She smiled again before turning and continuing down the hall. Loki sighed, placing his hands behind his back he followed after her glancing around as they went.

He followed her past the stone arches leading to the gardens, nodding to the guards as he continued to follow her down the path. An uneasy feeling settling over him realizing they were now alone, looking around seeing the gardens abandoned. He looked forward, watching her bring her hands up in front of her he kneeled down, his fingers gracing the buckles of his boots while the other slowly pulled his dagger out quickly standing he continued his path behind the queen curling his hand hiding the dagger behind his forearm "so tell me Magnus, where are you from again?" She asked not looking at him when he saw a faint golden light shine in front of her "Alfhiem your highness." He said gripping the hilt of his dagger tight "odd...i thought you were from somewhere else." She said, a hint of mischief in her tone making him raise an eyebrow "oh? And where else would I be from your highness?" He asked smiling shaking his head when she suddenly stopped making him quickly halt behind her.

"Oh I was thinking somewhere colder...Jotunhiem perhaps?" She asked making Loki furrow his eyebrows "wha..." he was cut off as she quickly turned bringing a small sword down on him, quickly lifting his arm her blade met his, sparks flying as metal met metal "come now, did you really think you could fool me?" She smiled pushing hard against him making him stumble slightly "I did not intend to fool you, I did not intend to cross paths with you at all!" He yelled lifting his hand, summoning his seidr he flung a blast at her when she returned it with a bright yellow one, both dissolving on contact making loki freeze no one had ever deflected his seidr he thought, lifting his hand he tried again as she countered him again. "What sorcery is this!?" He demanded circling her. "You did not intend..." She trailed off looking up at him "did you not come to seek me out?" She asked dropping her arm.

Loki looked at her, her eyes softening as he stopped "no, I did not." He said sternly watching her look to the ground when she dropped her sword. "I hoped one day...that laufey would..." She trailed off looking to the sky "what do you know of my father asgardian." He hissed pointing his dagger at her when her eyes met his, tears pooling in them as she stepped towards him. "Do you not know who I am?" She asked taking another step "of course I do...Frigga, Queen of Asgard allmother to the nine." He said taking a step back "I am more then that Loki king of Jotunhiem." She said taking another step, the tip of his dagger touching the breastplate on her chest bending his elbow slightly "what more then that?" He growled holding his ground seeing her smile, a tear sliding down her cheek "I am your mother..."

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[glamoureddreamer]

The wonders of hell

Hazbin Hotel (Alastor and Vox)

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood, death (kinda), they both might be a little OOC (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

I was thinking about a part 2 because this was honestly supposed to end up way differently but still I hope you all enjoy and I hope you all have a great day! Remember to take care of yourselves!

Life in hell was- well hell.

Vox was having trouble adjusting from his human life to his demon life. He hasn’t met a person yet who’s even said hello to him, let alone try to help him.

Vox shudders holding his arms close to his chest in hopes to warm himself up. He was baffled that hell could be so cold.

It was the middle of the night and the moon casts a red glow upon the alley Vox walked down. He has been wandering for a few days and has completely lost hope of someone helping him. Vox knew at this point he just needed to help himself but he had no idea where to even start.

Tears well up in his eyes as he slides down a brick wall next to a dumpster, hugging his knees to provide a little comfort to himself. Vox was about to start crying, fully giving up his life when he saw a shadow walk down the alley.

Vox ignored them, he couldn’t find himself to care. For the most part, the other demons left him alone and ignored him, he didn’t see him as a threat.

Vox just stared at the ground, finding the bumps in the asphalt very interesting. The demon stopped in front of him, and a spark of hope lit up in his chest. Vox looked up at him about to ask if he could help him but the demon answered his question almost instantly with a kick to the stomach.

Vox yelps in pain, almost immediately trying to scramble away from the demon. However, he was cornered between a dumpster and the demon now.

The demon was quick to grab Vox’s shirt and slam the other back into the wall. It knocks the wind out of him, Vox gasps for air and once he’s successfully caught it he tries to escape the demon's hold.

The demon laughs and Vox swears he could have thrown up from the smell. He turns his head away, trying to kick his feet that were almost a foot off the ground.

“Pathetic.” The demon says before punching Vox in the face. There was a shattering sound and Vox could see the glass sticking out of the demon's fist just before it collided with his TV face again. The demon didn’t stop until Vox was limp in his hold, barely conscious and groaning in pain.

The demon drops him to the ground and kicks him one more time, Vox grunts and lies on the ground. He closes his eyes completely ready to die when the demon speaks up.

“Next time just submit and maybe you won’t get hurt.” The demon scoffs before walking away. Vox felt rage fill his body, it felt electric. He was furious. At himself, at the demon, at everything. He was not just going to lie down and take it, not anymore.

Vox opened his eyes and spotted what he could only imagine was once a part of his screen-like face. A piece of sharp glass. Vox reaches for it picking it up. It was bloody and he was sure it was his, but he didn’t care as long as it got the job done.

Vox weakly stood up, using the wall as his form of balance. He attempts to follow the demon but almost stumbles to the ground, once he regains his composure he limps after him. Thankfully he hasn’t left the alley yet and even better for Vox, he had his back turned.

In one quick moment, Vox raises his arm above his head and stabs the demon in the back. He quickly pulled it back out before the demon turned around.

The demon yells out in pain attempting to throw a punch at Vox but the tv demon dodges it. Once Vox had an opening to stab him again he did, and he did it again and again until the demon was on the ground not moving.

A pool of blood grew under the demon but still feeling the effects of his adrenaline rush and his anger, Vox drops to his knees stabbing the already dying demon. Once Vox thought for sure the demon was dead he threw the piece of glass and screamed.

Vox sits next to the body panting heavily while the sinner's blood soaks through his clothes. He was completely out of it as he watched the blood pool grow in size. He failed to hear someone approaching him until they spoke up.

“Hello, pal! My name is Alastor and excuse my curiosity but I heard all the commotion from the street.”

Vox jumps looking up at the demon. At first, he thought he was looking at satan himself what with all the red and the unsettlingly wide grin.

“I-I-..uhh..” Vox mumbles dumbly. Alastor tilts his head, seemingly waiting for him to answer.

“I don’t know what came over me...”

Alastor looks at him for a second longer with the same persistent smile before he laughs.

“Oh, dear friend. This is hell, do not worry about such a little matter. He will regenerate and then you can finish the job.”

“A little matter? Finish the job? Aren’t I in trouble for killing another demon? Are you Satan?” Vox’s line of questioning made Alastor burst out laughing. Once he calms down -seeing as the other wasn’t joking- he apologizes.

“You have a lot to learn dear friend but worry not I will help you. But first I’m starved, how about we talk over some lunch yes?” Alastor offers his hand out to help Vox up. The TV demon takes it with a smile and once he is up he nods, perhaps a little too quickly. Vox hasn’t had much to eat since he’s gotten to hell.

The radio demon smiles. “Excellent, I know a lovely town that has wonderful food! And perhaps while we are there we can fix you up as well.”

Vox smiles, however, he pauses. Alastor seemed uncharacteristically kind for a demon. It made Vox hesitate when he began to walk away.

“Wait-“ The demon stops and turns around, still wearing the same grin. Vox wondered if he ever stopped smiling.

“Why are you helping me? No one has been this kind to me...” Alastor sighs quietly before closing the distance between them.

“I heard the commotion and I can’t help but enjoy a good murder now and then.” A static noise filled the air around them and the eyes of the demon seemed to glow red.

“I wasn’t expecting to see much, you never do with sinners. However you showed promise, you can be more than a sinner.”

“Like what?” Vox asked out of curiosity. Alastor chuckles.

“I’ll answer all your questions on the way pal and forgive me for I never caught your name.”

“Vox, I’m Vox.” Alastor extends a hand and bows slightly as the other takes it and they shake hands.

“Well, Vox. Allow me to show you the wonders of hell.”

[enpr-ss]

1 HOUR LONG RUN?! HE WOULDNT FARM THAT LONG WOULD HE?

He doesn’t recognize the bony ravagers lol. “You gotta feed the ravagers they’re skins and bones!” LOL.

Also the amount of cards he has is just visually intimidating.

The joy in his voice every time loot n scoot plays.

He just can’t stop hitting these pressure plates. LOL HE THREW A BERRY INSTEAD OF THE COMPASS. dude needs to stop jumping onto the pressure plates. He’s just booking it out because he’s scared. And of course he gets bounding strides as he is being chased by a ravager to go right over the jump boost wall. HOW DID HE FALL IN JUMP BOOST?!? THERES LITERALLY A JUMP BOOST BYPASS FOR THE CHAIN PARKOUR. AND HE DOES IT AGAIN!!! DOES HE NOT KNOW ABOUT THE PATH? He could have made it on the second try but now the ravager’s there.

Ravager ping pong is always so funky to watch. What do you mean very hard to do with bounding strides etho please. THERES A BYPASS SPECIFICALLY FOR BOUNDING STRIDES. how does he fall into the same pit 3 times WITH bounding strides. HE GOT BOUNDING STRIDES AGAIN?!? AND HES GOING TO WAIT FOR IT TO END BEFORE GETTING OUT?!? WHY. I’m having a breakdown watching this. I’m losing my mind. Tango is also correct; there’s other ways besides the chain parkour and he has jump boost AND armor. He can take 2 ravager hits. “But they’re not blocked because you have jump boost, skippy” TANGO LOL.

Is this really our champion. The best player. The winner of phases 3 and 4?

“We’re going to get it first try” *takes berry damage* AND HE FALLS DOWN FOR FOURTH TIME. THE RAVAGER ISNT EVEN INTERESTED IN HIM ANYMORE BUT GETS LINE OF SIGHT BECAUSE HE LINGERED TOO LONG ON THE WRONG END. How does someone fall into the same pit 5 times. He was almost out of there. “How many times can I fail this?” “You’ve surprised me so far” Tango absolutely obliterating this man. Good. And he finally realizes the jump boost bypass. The regret in his voice. Delicious. He’s begging, weeping and wailing and cowering in the pit. Keep it coming this is fantastic. “I’m safe to come up now” as the ravagers wanders closer LOL. THE DUNGEON TRULY IS YANKING HIS CHAIN HAHAHAA. where are your Jedi mind tricks now Etho? Look at him yelling and pleading with the ravager. Pearl logging in just to roast him. We love it. NOW THERE ARE TWO RAVAGERS LOL. IM LAUGHING SO HARD IM CRYING. He’s overloaded with sounds and no one has any pity for him. We’re too busy laughing. Kangaroo Master LOL. NUMBER 6 HAHAHA

lackey on demand for 30 crowns honestly not a bad idea. LET HER IN!! LET HER KILL! 7 times. This is a farce. “That was a bad booping.” That llama idea by Pearl is brilliant. The shame, the humiliation of dying by being literally spat on. Definitely should be the path of the coward death. Meatball and Snausages LOL.

New plan to live in the dungeon? DUNGEON LET’S PLAY CUB HAHAHA.

AND TANGO GOES IN JUST TO PUNCH HIM. OH MY GOD. PEAK COMEDY. “I can’t believe this. It’s ridiculous at this point. What are you doing?” Eat your own words Etho.

AND HE’S OUT!!! AFTER LIKE 20 MINUTES. Is he literally going to go camp the berry bush. Just live in the treat or trick hut. I’m losing it. IS HE GOING TO RUTSY? I HATE HIM SO MUCH. 12 CROWNS AND 53 EMBERS?!?! DIE. “Just a little more berries and I’ll go just trust me IM GOING Don’t let Gem in” most pathetic man ever.

HES JUST BEELINIG TO ALL BERRIES LOL. AND THE RAVAGER IN THE WATER HAZARD IN THE CRYPT AGAIN. NOT AGAIN. NOT THIS CAMPING AGAIN.

“Oh no you might hit max clank soon” tango stop LOL. “Which year?” LOL. THE HAZARD BERRY BUSH IS INSANE. IT REGREW INSTANTLY TWICE. AND HES JUST THROWING COINS AND KEYS INTO THE LAVA.

AND HE FAILS!! AND DIES TO A VEX!! YAY!!!! GET HIM GEM!!! GET HIS ASS!!

A lava bucket at max clank! Making it worse for himself! Etho’s run was so long that the server died HA.

This run as long as one of my reaction posts.

[sindulgence666]

Crying, bawling my eyes out, screaming, punching the air, throwing up, scratching the walls, yelling at god, DYING

MY POOR LEVIATHAN, I CAN'T STAND TO LOOK AT HIM WHEN HE'S CRYING LIKE THAT

[odysseywritings]

Obscured

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Why did I wake up here? It was so dark, so cold, that I thought I died. It wasn't until I felt my wheelchair that I knew I was still alive. Just feeling that material brought back my thinking and senses. I climbed back up and rolled my way around this black maze.

There were noises around me but everything was obscured by darkness. Water dropped from the top no matter where I went. The constant drip-drip-drip driving me nuts. Yells from children followed, so distant and spread out it sounded like screaming and crying, echoing out before fading. Another sound, but I couldn't for the life of me figure it out. Like an animal calling out, some sort of big cat warning of its presence, but far from earthly. It was quieter, flowing through my ears like wind, and my body tensed from this alien sense.

My heart stopped when a bottle crashed in front of me. Was someone else here? Did they drag me here, and for what? I rolled closer until I hit a bump, probably stairs, and there wasn't any point going further.

I went back into the darkness trying to find anything to help me see and I felt around for walls to give me direction and stability. I needed to find light to get me out of here. Another scream came closer, louder, clearer. My blood cooled and my heart felt ready to burst. Christ, I didn't want to see them, but I couldn't stay in the dark forever! Another scream and no light.

Another scream, no light.

I was losing my mind, my arms ready to flail and swing and punch the air, I was so tense and afraid of being tortured or dying. Were these people, ghosts, or tricks from my mind? Where's the goddamn light?!

I felt around these damp stone walls, the water falling harder, humanoid noises around me. A hand gripped me and I flinched with a strike. I hit harder than expected, adrenaline kicking in, my muscles numb from the impact. I rolled faster and fumbled my hands to find a torch or bulb. I felt a corner and went around. I didn't want to die, I didn't want to die here. I didn't- a candle! I found an honest to God candle!

I didn't care why it was lit, and I grabbed it like a dim flashlight, and I sent the whole row of wicks burning. I went too quickly to observe details, but it looked like an old castle or hospital. Either way I didn't feel safe so I bolted out.

I turned another corner and I stopped. In front of my wheelchair, lit by my candle, was a decayed man. Looking down at me, the rotting figure opened its ribs, and showed glowing green and blue lights that swirled hypnotically. I was in a trance, I remember nothing now, but that inside the man was something cosmic and eternal. An event horizon gazing at me.

I snapped out of it and lit the thing on fire on impulse. It screamed like a hundred people at once, glistening from the ceiling water as it rose up to flood the building, and I continued to burn it because my brain didn't know what else to do. The light opened brighter and engulfed my flame and then everything.

Not even a moment passed and my sight turned to the sky. I felt and looked around and I was outside the park. Clear blue sky, yellow sun, chirping birds and cheerful kids. It wasn't a nightmare or I'd be awake in my bed. It would always haunt me and I would never take light granted again. Even if the sight was horrible, even if the truth was hell, I could fight it and try to win.

[merakimaiden]

To Succour a Sombre Mind

Pairing : Captain Rex x gn!reader

Genre: Angst

Wordcount: 1557

Summary: idk what to write honestly

Warnings: quite a bit of reader’s pov, crying, swearing, yelling, thoughts of dying, mentions of medication, self h*rm, its really just me venting

Translations : cyare (beloved), cyar’ika (sweetheart), ner karta (my heart)

A/N: This fic was originally for Din but I realised that Rex was the perfect choice. See the end of the fic for more a/n.

[ please do not read if this topic makes you uncomfortable ]

(gif from pinterest)

How is it possible that your mind is noisy but silent at the same time? Why were you experiencing this? Why isn’t anyone else noticing you falling apart? Is this a dream or a nightmare?

You ask yourself these questions everyday, repeating them over and over again but alas, you can never find answers.

People have told you that you were joyful, kind and calm. Will people say the same things again after looking at you now?

Sad. Rude. Angry.

You’re doing it for attention.

Stop being like this.

Change your attitude.

It will go away.

Be positive.

You’re overreacting.

Other people have it worse.

The voices. The voices never stop. The same old phrases stuck in your mind, repeating over and over and over again like a crazy fucking clock.

The same old everyday. The same old monotony every fucking second from the moment you wake up.

Your mind is like static, but you feel that you're surfing through thousands of holochannels.

How to end this? You do not know.

The Jedi council knew you needed help, so they consulted a healer and put you on medication. They think you’re conflicted, influenced by the Dark side.

That wasn’t the help you needed. You needed someone to just fucking listen. Listen to what? You do not know. You can’t form words. You don’t know what to explain.

You just needed someone to be there. To just be present. To hold you as you cry. To check in on you. To tell you that everything is going to be okay.

Even though it most probably would not.

Here you were, laid on the floor of your quarters like a dead body, never moving except for the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take. You were staring at the empty, hoary ceiling with swollen, red eyes and dried tear streaks on your cheeks.

You were too tired to cry anymore.

Your tongue peeked out to wet your dry, chapped lips. You were parched.

With an effort, you sat up slowly and looked around the tiny room. You can’t seem to see things properly. Your eyesight was blurry and your head was throbbing in pain.

Your eyes managed to catch the slim, long mirror mounted on the wall. You were too tired to walk so you crawled towards the mirror instead.

Will your mind stop spinning for a fucking second?

You sat up and leaned your head sideways against the wall, facing the mirror. You stared at yourself and swallowed the lump formed in your throat.

You burst into tears again.

“Stop crying you fucking idiot!” you yelled at yourself as your fist flew to punch the mirror.

Again, you sobbed for all the reasons but none at all.

You wanted to run away. You don’t know where to. Maybe the empty void up above is best.

Nothing but darkness and the stars. No one could hear you there.

No one could even find you there.

Then again, who would even find you? Maybe just one person in the entire universe.

You were quiet as you stared at your knuckles. They were bruised. How hard did you punch the mirror? You forgot.

Of course you forgot.

You can’t even remember the last time you were successful in a mission. Fucking hell, you even forgot your lightsaber training.

A knock on the door. Who could it be?

You stayed silent.

Another knock followed by silence again. You opened your mouth to tell whoever it is to go away but all that came out was a sob.

The door slid open, revealing your lover. Star-crossed at that.

You two could never be together forever, the both of you knew.

Well, life has always been unfair, right?

He entered your quarters wordlessly and placed his helmet on your desk. The door closed behind him.

Your eyes were still fixed on the mirror, staring at yourself. You’ve been staring at nothing for so long, you couldn’t make up your face anymore. You felt his presence beside you on the floor.

He sat down beside you and rested his back against the wall. Then, he silently took your blank form into his arms, allowing you to cling onto him.

He always knew how to comfort you.

You were like jelly in his arms, your hands were sandwiched between the both of your warm bodies as he placed his chin on the top of your head.

He held you close to his chest and caressed the back of your head. You felt tears brimming your eyes once again. You didn’t realise you were already crying until Rex kissed your forehead.

“Cyar’ika…”

You want to talk to him. Ask him how was his day, how were the boys doing- just have a proper conversation. Not sobbing every fucking time he meets you.

You were being unfair to Rex. He deserves more. He deserves someone better.

You hated feeling like this. You have so much to say but you can’t say anything.

All that came out was a pathetic whimper.

“I thought you promised not to do it again…” he whispered softly. He gently raised your bruised hand that was placed on his chest to his lips. Your eyes followed, finally looking at his unreadable face.

You buried your face into his neck, inhaling his scent that always calmed you.

Rex sighed and closed his eyes, bringing his palm to rest under your shirt.

“I’m always here for you, cyare. I may not understand what you’re going through but I’m with you every step of the way.” Rex whispered and rubbed your back as he held you tighter to his chest.

“Rex, I- I…” your voice was hoarse as you finally croaked out, albeit weakly.

Rex looked at you with soft eyes, anticipating what you were about to say.

You looked away.

“You-” a sob. “You deserve better.”

Rex was about to open his mouth to protest but you interrupted him. Your will to talk has returned.

“I am nothing. All I ever do is be sad all day. I c-can’t even do the things I like anymore, I often forget! I-!“

“Stop!”

Silence.

He never yelled at you.

You closed your eyes as more tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Listen, cyare look at me,” he whispered.

You reluctantly brought your eyes to him.

A drop of tear was running down his beautiful face.

Rex was crying.

He never cried. You made your stoic Rex cry.

“Ner karta. You listen to me carefully,” his voice cracked as he held your shoulders with both hands to ground you. “Don’t you ever say you’re nothing. You are everything to me. I suffer when you think so lowly of yourself.”

You never knew Rex felt that way. Your lip quivered, about to apologise but he continued.

“If only you could see the way you are through my eyes, the way you love me, the way you care-” he held your face and gently wiped a stray tear with his thumb.

“-the way your eyes light up when you talk about your interests, the way you close them when I hug you, the way these-” he took your hands into his own and shook them slightly. “-these hands tend to my wounds- physically and mentally…” he placed the both of them at the sides of his face.

“Don’t you ever say you’re nothing. You do plenty. It’s okay to not be okay. You don’t have to be perfect. You already are but you just can’t see that.” he finished in a firm tone.

His eyes studied your blank face as he kissed your knuckles.

“I love you so much, cyar’ika. Why won’t you understand that I do not want anyone else that isn’t you?”

A beat of silence.

“M’sorry Rex,” you said in a quiet voice.

“No, no, no don’t apologise,” he shook his head and kissed your temple.

“I should be the one apologising for snapping at you,” he whispered as he hugged you close.

You sniffled and wiped your eyes.

“Will you let me take you to bed? I know you must be exhausted,” he asked, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

You nodded wordlessly as he stood and lifted you up with ease in his strong arms. He walked over to your cot and placed you on the mattress.Then, he tucked you in with a thick blanket.

When you sensed that he was about to walk away, you quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Rex, don’t leave me please-“

“Oh, ner cyare, I’m not going anywhere.” He assured you and bent over slightly to gently peck your lips.

You watched Rex with half-lidded eyes as he turned to remove his armour. Now that you’re certain that Rex will stay with you- although for a short time, you slowly drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

You knew that Rex would surely joined you in bed right after shedding his armour.

What you do not know however, is that your lover was weeping silently as he watched your peaceful form deep in slumber.

He held your hand, gentle as always, and brought it close to his heart.

How to end your pain? he ponders. He does not know.

A/N: This is a vent/comfort fic. I actually didn’t want to post this but then I realised that there might be people like me who are suffering silently so I would like to share this with them. Whoever reading this, remember that you are loved and please take care of yourself <3

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[crazyufokid]

screaming and slamming my head against the wall punching it punching so many holes in the wall screaming screaming screeching shouting yelling screaming screaming so loud slamming my entire body against the wall at mach speeds blowing up exploding dying being reborn dying again being reborn again crying crying crying exploding and then exploding again and punching more holes in the wall

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