#greatest look of all looks I was deceased when this dropped

[punktactical]

INSANITY , dracule mihawk

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summary ; mihawk would do anything to get his lover back.

warnings ; gender neutral reader , angst , character death , implied depression , slight necrophilia ? ( kissing a dead person )

a/n ; this was gonna be smut but like . . . i wasnt ready to write it yet. i wanted the sadness to sink in first. maybe i'll do a part two if im convinced x3 ( im working on requests at the moment, maybe drop one if u want !! )

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death is devastating.

to know someone will never come back and that you'll never see them in person again, it's agonizing. especially when you have unfinished business with them.

it's like mold, growing the more you refuse to clean it. to clean it would mean to rid of the thought, how could you ever rid of that person you love?

how could mihawk ever get rid of you?

the only person who ever stood by him, who kept pushing towards him, who understood him.

the day you died, you took a piece of him with you. the day they lowered your casket into the ground, they lowered him as well. 

it's been hurting, rotting. he needs that piece of him back.

he needs you back.

which is what leads him to the graveyard, with a shovel and an empty bottle of wine. his forehead was slick with sweat, mixing in the drops of rain pouring from the night sky. the thoughts had been plaguing his mind, spotting his vision with images of you, distorted and distraught. he needed to get rid of them, to bring you back for good.

the shovel plummeted into the ground, mud plastering itself onto his wet boots. the rain continued to pour, small puddles now surrounding him. the lightning cracked, shooting through the sky. on rainy days like these, you'd often beg mihawk to watch the rain pour. he'd always decline, but now he only wishes he could go back and sit with you all those times.

there's a pile of wet dirt growing and growing, the longer he scoops its up, growing closer to where they put your body. the shovel wasn't enough, it couldn't pull enough dirt. so, he tosses it to side, gets on his knees, and begins scratching and shoveling through the dirt with his bare hands.

dirt finds itself under his usually clean nails, but he could care less. he couldn't wait any longer. his sweetheart was only a casket away.

the rain soaked his white button up, sticking to his toned body. his hair was damp, loose strands falling over his face. nobody would believe it, that the world's greatest swordsman was on his knees, digging up his deceased lover. it was pathetic, sad, how someone as simple as you had him throwing his pride away.

his fingers felt the touch of a hard surface, his stomach dipping. there it was, the box that held the only thing he wanted. for a moment, a grin stretches across his face. it's maniacal. his eyes were blown, the once hazel orbs now full-on gold, glowing in the rainy night.

his hands grip the sides of the casket, nails digging into the wood. with all his might, he pulls over the lid, finally revealing it. you.

there you laid, eyes closed. mihawk chuckled sadly. you were as beautiful as you were the day you died. your skin was drained of color, sickly looking. he only stared at you for a moment, taking in your image. he couldn't believe it. you were finally back, in front of him. with him, right where you belonged.

a droplet of rain falls onto your face, breaking mihawk out his trance. he scrambles to grab your limp body, holding you close to his wet body. he kissed your face, lacking the warmth you once carried with your presence. mihawk spoke softly, voice slightly cracking.

"shh . . . i know it's cold, my love. we'll be back home soon, in warmth, together."

the world's greatest swordsman had lost his mind.

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[home-of-renn]

I HAVE RECENTLY DISCOVERED THE GREATEST CROSSOVER I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS IN THIS FANDOM AND CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED IT!!!!!!

Like imagine them being lost distant relatives that stumble across each other. Maybe the Addamses stumble across Danny first. Maybe Danny's out and about and ends up being drawn to their spooky, hella haunted mansion. Maybe he's in the Zone and he finds an ancestor who points him in the direction of the Addams' abode - or even better - maybe all the smaller ghosts he comes across turn around and run the moment they realise he's a Fenton - AKA the most notorious ghost hunters in the Zone - but one ghost takes one good look at him in all his freaky halfa glory and goes, "you're an Addams, aren't ya?", and Danny is confused AF.

-----------BUT COULD YALL IMAGINE!

The Addamses would be overjoyed to have a liminal spirit in the family!!!!!

Morticia would offer Danny a plot in the family cemetery and triple check that the house and surrounding areas were free of blood blossom - not that there were any there to begin with.

Gomez would throw an arm around his shoulder and teach him how to throw knives and cheat at poker. He'd find out that Danny has to walk to school in the mornings now that Jazz isn't there to drive him anymore and he'd insist that Lurch would be able to drop him and pick him up, anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Gomez insists that Lurch would even be able to find his way around the Ghost Zone so Danny wouldn't have to fly home after another one of Skulker's traps.

At first Danny would be a little creeped out by Fester - mostly due to Fester's subpar social skills and tendency to linger in the darker corners of the room. But then Fester offers him the room next to his own and teaches him new card games and shows him how to fish using sticks of dynamite. His lack of social awareness and giddy attitude reminds him of his dad.

Wednesday reminds him of Sam. She's fiercely protective and has a morbid, dry sense of humour. She comes up with a scarily efficient 13 step plan to eradicate the A listers. She has a never ending list of questions for him but never pushes the sensitive topics - mostly she just wants to know if he's come across any of their ancestors yet. He's surprised by how well they get along.

Pugsly never fails to try and involve him in whatever lethal games he and Wednesday often play. Danny introduces him to Cujo and the two of them spend an entire evening running through the cemetery digging up bones and coming up with ways to use his size-changing abilities in pranks. Danny's just glad there's finally someone else Cujo will listen to when he's not around.

Grandmama Frump seems slightly insane but it's not anything he isn't used to. She keeps giving him strange smelling stews and teas that he's only a little hesitant to drink. She reassures him that the stew has all the necessary nutrients for the recently deceased. He has no idea what that means but judging by the colour it's got a healthy dose of ectoplasm added in and he isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth - even if he's yet to ask where exactly she managed to get that much ecto in the first place. The tea - he later finds out - is nothing but a mixture of dried herbs and flowers. A family recipe that never fails to put him to sleep.

He's a little apprehensive when he finds out that the Addamses have a butler - his mind immediately jumps to Vlad and how most insanely rich weirdos must treat their employed help. He soon witnesses the way they treat Lurch with as much love and respect as they treat each other and all his doubts fade away like smoke. One day after a surprisingly brutal attack by the box ghost - which leaves his pride more than a little bruised - he finds Lurch parked outside the alleyway he used to transform back into Fenton. He already knows that trying to make conversation with the guy is useless and that he'll only reply in half mumbled grunts and moans. He's sore and dripping in foul smelling puddle water and doesn't have the energy to even try turning away, so he just sighs and slides his way into the back seat. He thinks he's being taken back home to Fentonworks or even back to the Manor to be patched up, but he drifts off and when he wakes up they're already in line at the Nasty Burger drive through with Lurch handing a wad of cash to the wide-eyed worker in the payment window. He ends up with enough food to crowd the backseat along with a mountain of napkins to dry himself off and a dozen frosty milkshakes to soothe his busted lip and two black eyes. He offers Lurch a handful of fries and is given a crooked half-stiff smile in return. When he does eventually get dropped off - after about an hour or two of driving around in circles so he could finish his meal undisturbed, only stopping to pick up a harried looking Sam and Tucker off the side of the road, who had apparently been looking for him since school ended more than half an hour ago - he's given a firm pat on the head and a slip of paper with a barley legable phone number scrawled in red ink. The next time he stops by the Manor he makes sure to pick up an extra large strawberry fudge shake and discovers that Lurch has a rather large sweet tooth and an equally large grin.

But I bet that the moment they find out that Maddie and Jack have threatened their son with genuine bodily harm they would 100% be willing to donate their personal guillotine for the good of the family. Cause ya know, torture and dismemberment is only fun if everyone involved is having a good time. And honestly, the manor has so many rooms that are collecting perfectly good dust with no one to put it to good use. The Addamses look out for each other, regardless of how distantly related or how seemingly dead you are.

Danny can't wait to introduce Jazz.

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I actually wrote this as a reblog of the first DP x Addams post that I came across (@limbless-ghosts). It was like an epiphany and I literally keyboard smashed this out while I was meant to be watering my plants. So I'm chucking what I wrote into its own post cause I recently also found out that reblogs don't pop up when you use the search bar and I need more people to be aware of this.

Also cause I'm kinda surprised but how little Addams content there is - not in relation to the new Wednesday series - like, there is still a lot but I honestly thought there would be more. I also thought the Addams fandom on ao3 would be better but it is criminally lacking.

Anyways,,,,,,, welcome to my new fixation - there will be more 🙃

[munacy]

uncertainty

Cross-posted to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44490136

Remus pours out two fingers of whiskey. He holds the glass out to Sirius for his inspection, to which Sirius raises one disapproving brow. Remus smiles wryly, adds a third finger, and then Sirius takes the glass without complaint.

“He’s certainly growing up, our little Prongslet. Blimey, a girlfriend?” murmurs Sirius wonderingly, resuming their discussion of Harry’s rumored outing with a one Cho Chang. 

“Yes, quite. Although, from what I’ve heard, it appears that the poor girl left in tears.” Remus fails to fight a twitch of the lips. “I mean, that’s James, in one.” 

They both chortle indecently, clink their glasses in memory of the deceased, and throw back a healthy measure of spirit. Sirius becomes fascinated by a droplet of whiskey resting on Remus’ bottom lip. He’s just become very familiar with the flavor of the bottle they’re sharing, but thinks his greatest desire in the whole wide world is to know what that specific droplet tastes like.

“Ah, Padfoot,” Remus sighs wistfully, “to be young and in love again.”

“You miss being young?” he asks.

He knows the answer to that, but he wants Remus to ask him.

And he doesn’t disappoint, looking back at Sirius incredulously. “Don’t you?”

“Some parts. I miss when my knees didn’t creak getting out of bed. I miss having a cool taste in music; now, I don’t understand half of it. I miss turning heads when I walk into a room.”

“You still turn heads, you vain, daft thing,” Remus mutters bashfully, faintly pink and looking down into his whiskey.

Sirius holds back a snort, knowing that no one—present company possibly, hopefully excluded—thought him an exceptional beauty these days. “And I miss the days when I really thought everything would go whatever way I wanted it to, because, by God, I was Sirius Black.”

Remus smiles indulgently at him. “But?”

Sirius steels himself. He’s been waiting a long time for this. He’s been waiting for Remus to be ready to hear it, but mostly, he’s been waiting for himself to be ready to say it.

“But I don’t miss being young,” he starts haltingly. “I don’t miss the uncertainty.”

“Uncertainty?” Remus’ wide ochre eyes are fixed on him. Remus’ sole attention on him, even at 15 years old, has always made him feel as though he’s done a dead drop on his broom. Some things never change.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Uncertainty. When I was young, I didn’t know who I was…Didn’t want to even try to figure it out. And in those rare instances when I was introspective enough to catch a true glimpse of myself…I was frightened by what I saw. I was frightened of what…of what others would think of me, if they knew what I really was.”

Remus stiffens almost imperceptibly, but his face is otherwise placid.

Sirius sighs heavily. “I turned away from it, denied my true self. And I think no one suffered more for it than I, and…and perhaps you. I was the worst sort of coward. I was brave in all things, except for the things that mattered.”

Remus’ eyes have unfocused slightly.

“Remus, I wouldn’t trade knowing and accepting who I am, not for all of the youth in the world,” he finishes quietly.

His expression does something complicated. He looks almost angry, confused, and his long, thin fingers reach up to cover his mouth.

Don’t hide yourself from me, please, Sirius begs mentally, knowing how insane that would sound if he said it aloud.

I’ve spent entirely too much time not looking at every single part of you.

As if hearing his thoughts, he removes his hand from his face, steadies himself on the coffee table as he leans forward. His eyes are a bright, hard and intense amber. Remus’ words come out in a quick, reluctant whisper, as if he cannot stop himself from speaking: “And who are you, Sirius?”

He’s thought of a hundred ways to come out to Remus, imaginary conversations with James in the chill of his cell, during which his memory of his brother mostly just took the piss and called him an emotional ponce. It was a fairly accurate caricature of the real life James F. Potter.

In the end, he doesn’t think at all: “I am a man who is violently in love with you.” He pauses, a little surprised. “I always have been. I always will be.”

Remus wastes no time in standing up and striding out of the room.

It wasn’t exactly the reaction Sirius had expected, but he had also known better than to expect a happy ending for himself.

Remus bursts back into the room like an angry gale: “God dammit, Padfoot!”

He storms out the door on the opposite wall. This time, he’s gone for a little bit longer, but when he appears again, just about kicking down a third door, he looks just as furious as before.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

He’s left the room again, without even the courtesy of allowing Sirius to make the obligatory, if tired, joke for old time’s sake.

By the time Remus comes back, Sirius is halfway through a second glass of whiskey and has worked up a decent sulk. He sits up straight in the leather armchair, trying to shake away his increasing tipsiness. Remus is standing at the threshold, panting a little, a feral, wild look about him that Sirius has never quite seen before. 

Sirius begins, “Moony, I—“

And Remus crosses the room in three long paces, looking for all the world like he’s going to punch him, but no, he kisses Sirius on the forehead with hard, bruising pressure, tightly fisting the back of his hair in one hand and clutching the side of his throat in the other.

And Sirius wasn’t expecting that either.

Remus crawls desperately into his lap, hands patting him erratically as if to make sure all of Sirius’ body parts are there.

“I’d thought I’d got rid of you,” he moans exasperatedly. Sirius feels the vibration of Remus’ muffled sob, buried in his neck.

“I don’t think you can,” he replies weakly, sheepishly. “I’m like a particularly tenacious tick.”

When Remus finally kisses him on the mouth, like he’s been wanting desperately for decades—and it’s not until hours later, after they’ve talked for hours—the most unexpected thing is that it is gentle. It is so heartbreakingly soft, so sweet and slow, just like the way Remus smiles or speaks. He realizes in a detached way that he’s crying a bit. He’s never been handled delicately before. He didn’t know love could be gentle. “Why are you crying, you silly boy?” Remus is smiling down at him now, fondly, like Sirius is daft and precious, and so, so breakable. He removes Sirius’ belt and lowers his trousers and underwear with deft hands, holding Sirius in his hand with that intense attention that makes him feel as though he’s dead dropping on his broom. “Don’t you know there’s nothing to be sad about?”

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“Why are you crying, old boy?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Remus sniffles sheepishly. “Being silly.”

Sirius watches Remus watch the happy couple walk back up the aisle together, tears pooling in the gentle crow’s feet by his eyes.

“No, go on, tell me,” he nudges.

“Alright, alright, it’s just…from the back, you know, they could be Lily and James.”

“Yeah…” sighs Sirius wistfully. “Harry, though, much better with women than James ever was.”

“Oh, indubitably,” Remus agrees immediately.

“Little Prongslet grew up. I wish, oh, I wish they could have seen it. Just-just the finest lad you e-ever—“

“Shh, Pads, s’alright,” Remus soothes. He squeezes his hand and it steadies him.

“Christ, things have changed so much between then and now. We grew up too, Remus, you realize?” He wipes away an errant tear impatiently. “I didn’t know that would happen.”

“Imagine that.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

[spicyicymeloncat]

Okay so I have a draft detailing how I think a Ninjago “greatest fear” episode would go down, but it got very long. So I’m gonna try and shorten it.

The gist of it is that somewhere along the way, the ninja come to fight someone who has the ability to trap them in a nightmare (idk elemental master of sleep? Or fear?), and they each have to face a scenario representing their deepest fears. This story would have to take place before Seabound bc Nya’s still kicking and Lloyd hasn’t gotten over his angst that is addressed in Crystalised. Warning, I’m going brutal with the angst :). Tw for discussion of Cole’s dead mother, loss of autonomy in Zane’s, and severe unreality in Jay’s section.

Kai is traversing through a dark dungeon, much like the pyramid from s11, except it’s so dark he can’t see anything. The other ninja are there and ask him to light the way with his fire powers but he can’t seem to get his powers to work. Something mysterious seems to be attacking them because one by one the other ninja seem to disappear violently, while Kai struggles to help. His fear is based on feeling useless, especially without his powers, and consequently losing the people he cares for.

Cole is on an ordinary street. Some people come up to him and ask him favours to hold stuff, like their shopping or their cat. He starts to carry everything and these tasks pile up, becoming more important, someone’s baby, and old person trying to cross the street, a car. He starts struggling under the weight and can hear the crowd of people whisper, thinking he’ll drop everything, when suddenly he sees his father who tells him “Do not disappoint this family”. Suddenly the giant statue of his mother (from s13) falls to land on Cole’s shoulders. Cole’s fear is based on the extreme pressure he feels he has to live up to, as the strongest ninja on the team, and as the son of his hard to please father, and heroic deceased mother.

Zane can feel someone replacing his body. Replacing hard drives and his internal cores and coding something into him that he does not want. He feels his feelings change to thoughts he cannot control and he feels the warm memories he cherished start to disappear. He feels disoriented and alone, not knowing who he is and what he must do. He hears cold voices give him cruel orders and he is unable to disobey being he no longer has that ability. He is ordered to destroy life, starting with a small, helpless bird. Zane’s fear is based on both the fear of having your robotic body being taken advantage of, and losing his sense of self to become purely a machine. It’s very reminiscent of Vex’s control of him as the Ice Emperor as well as his frequent experiences of losing his memories and subsequently his self purpose and sense of identity. Also the bird is his own falcon.

Jay wakes up on a movie set. They had just finished filming an episode of Ninjago, a hit tv show. Jay is confused when the people he thought were his teammates and family, turn out to be actors who don’t even know him. The actress for Nya doesn’t recognise as anything more than a coworker. Jay is greeted by a stranger who claims to be Cliff Gordon, his real father. Confused, Jay leaves, and drives through an unfamiliar city, to find a junkyard. In the junkyard he thinks he sees Ed and Edna, only to look closer and it was just odd piles of trash. Jay’s fear is falling out of touch of reality, losing all the things that ground him and losing the people he cares about. In the series Jay has a difficult relationship with reality, and in times of stress he tends to turn to deluding himself about his situations (like crystalized or s9). Also he also has s6 trauma of none of it happening and also having the secret of his adoption revealed the manner it was.

Nya is alone on a ship in the middle of the ocean. She watched as the other ninja summoned elemental dragons and left, saying they were on an important mission. They left to where she can’t follow because she’s just ordinary, and she has no potential unlike them. And she’ll never catch up. The boat’s training course is still up and so she runs through the course, falling halfway through at the same place each time. She can’t shake feelings of doubt as the sea rocks the boat in a painfully steady rhythm. The sky never changes from its murky stillness, and time doesn’t seem to pass. Everything stops aside from the tired rocking of the sea and a begrudging Nya continuing to go through the course with the knowledge she’ll never pass it. Nya’s fear is based on her feeling isolated from the ninja and feeling like she’ll never be respected or treated like them. It’s also based on her fear of never realising her true potential and feeling like there was nothing inherently important or talented about her, feeling ordinary and mundane. It’s also based on all the times she was left on the Destiny’s Bounty alone.

Lloyd looks at a mirror and cannot see himself. Instead he sees a monster. Curved horns and deadly eyes. What’s worse is that he can’t feel himself. He feels anger, the sting of a betrayal, disappointment for letting himself be vulnerable, for failing to save others, for letting his emotions get to him and turn him from this. He’s the green ninja. He’s supposed to be a beacon of hope, of never giving up. And yet he’s giving in to these emotions and feels himself losing any qualities that he liked about himself. Qualities his family loved him for. What’s left is a despicable monster, unfeeling and underserving of love or forgiveness. He laughs knowing this isn’t just his fear, but also his father’s greatest fear, of Lloyd following in his footsteps. Lloyd’s fear is becoming the worst of his father as well as failing as the green ninja, two concepts that are actually the same thing, as the evil Garmadon is a representation of giving up, and the green ninja is a symbol of not giving up. Lloyd is also afraid of his own emotions and failures (at least post Harumi, when being vulnerable combined with feeling responsibly for letting her down, carried on being an issue for him all throughout wildbrain). This also links to Lloyd feeling unlovable all the way back in s1 when he was literally ostracised from all societies because of his father, and Lloyd feeling like because of how much he hates his father in the present, it makes him more afraid of himself.

I feel like the way the ninja escape their nightmares are through merits of their own, and I kinda want it to be linked to the 6 virtues of spinjitzu bc it works.

Kai ends up forgoing his powers, realising he alone is enough and he’s capable of protecting others with or without his powers, charging into the dark to save the ninja, having courage.

Cole takes a breath and start putting things down and organising how to carry his burdens and making it more stable, having balance.

Zane is tricky bc in his scenario he literally lost the ability to feel kindness, but perhaps he has to let himself accept kindness as he manages to stall himself and let the falcon help him idkkk.

Jay has to face his father, and confront the truth that Cliff is his birth father, and as a result, Cliff guides him out of the dream and into the real world, having honesty.

Nya must break out of monotony and start to explore her other options, herself and the sea. She realises there’s more to the rocking, and the waves seem to have a life it’s own. She befriends the ocean and allows it to help her, realising her hydrokinesis once again, after having the curiosity to find out.

Lloyd visualises his redeemed father, and hangs on to his words of wisdom, to not be afraid (from s4). Lloyd rationalises, that he can be loved, even in s1 when he was at his worst, he was still taken in. And even now, as his father is at his worst, in their last interactions, his father fought on the side of good. Hope is not lost and he can learn to control this fear, using his and his father’s wisdom.

Side note: Wu’s greatest fear would be living in an unkempt monastery alone bc he failed every single person he had ties with and as a result they are gone and he is alone. And Pixal’s greatest fear is not being useful, not being able to do anything to help her friends and family (survivors guilt and loss of autonomy).

[sleepymoppet]

An ode to Laurance Zvahl

Notes: I’ve been rewatching some of the Aphmau RP content recently for nostalgia purposes. And currently it’s been the My Inner Demons Series, but I want to start with the first set of pixels I had a crush on.

Please keep in mind that these are all my own headcanons and may not be entirely accurate to the lore due to not watching all of the Aphmau RP series. There is honestly too many for me to catch up on. For example, with the MCD version I am imagining it as the time before he got a lot of trauma story stuff. 

Genre: Fluff and a little bit of angst

𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓩𝓿𝓪𝓱𝓵 𝓜𝓒𝓓

Very self sacrificing. He would die for someone he cares about without a second thought.

Tries to lighten the mood when things get rough or dark. Refers to joking or teasing others in order to get a small chuckle out of them.

A fantastic liar. Generally resorted to flirting as a way to cover up what he is truly feeling. He doesn’t want to let others see what he is feeling so easily in order to not worry them, and not show any weakness.

Laurance is very witty. He comes up with the best comebacks. It becomes difficult for him to lose a light hearted argument. 

Takes promises to his grave. He never forgets a single promise he makes. Which means he rarely makes a promise for he knows the weight it will have upon him.

Has become a very light sleeper due to his training to become a guard. Can be woken up simply by someone turning in their sleep too much.

Loves his family and is all around very big on the whole “blood is thicker than water” saying. Would often request a few days off to go visit his family in Meteli and just enjoy their company. 

Due to this he will consider those close to him like siblings.

Spoiled Ungrth, his Wyvern, a number of times with many treats. Such as spending hours taking care of his scales and wings after Ungrth had his armor on. 

When Laurance needs a breather, he’s frequently found sitting on a hill overlooking the ocean of Phoenix Drop. He doesn’t even know why but the sound of the waves lapping against the shore just soothes him. With the smell of the salt in the sea wisping past him aiding with his lull into relaxation.

Compares himself to others and often feels he is lesser due to this. In response he becomes much harder on himself when it comes to training or doing his duties in order to improve upon himself.

His old green scarf has grown worn and is a little torn, but he continues to keep it in his bedroom. He just doesn’t have the heart to ever get rid of it since Cadenza was the one who made it for him.

Writes a lot of letters. Some filled with love, others poetry, and even some full of what simply happened that day. It is similar to a journal for him in a way, but he often addresses them to someone he trusts deeply. Even if he never sends most of them. Some are addressed to his deceased adoptive father and he keeps them sealed in a box in a dresser drawer. 

𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓩𝓿𝓪𝓱𝓵 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓽

Laurance is one of the best cooks out of everyone. He enjoys watching cooking shows and attempts to make some of the dishes himself. He is often referred to as a master chef in his house.

He has a bit of a short temper. He often has to remind himself to step away from a situation that is angering him. He takes his time to calm himself down before addressing the issue once again with a clearer mind.

Has most certainly cried over multiple Disney movies. His favorite, and the ones he’s cried the most frequently to, being the Fox and the Hound and  Up.

While he might have the looks, he doesn’t have the greatest sense of style. He prefers simple patterns, such as stripes, solid colors, or plaids paired with a nice pair of jeans. Cadenza, on numerous occasions, has chosen or made Laurance some clothes that would give his style a little bit more flare.

To accommodate Laurance’s attraction towards darker colors, Cadenza often gives him pieces that suit the Dark Academia aesthetic. Plenty of browns, blacks, grays, whites, dark greens, and dark blues. 

Is a sucker for a good novel. He has his own large book shelf in his room and must constantly be dragged away from book stores before he drops a large amount of money on new novels.

A very big John Green fan, one of his favorites is Looking for Alaska

He hid his love for literature and anime in high school. He wanted to keep up his appearance for the sake of his ego.

Currently he openly shares his interest of literature and anime to close friends, but doesn’t make it his whole personality.

Enjoys watching soccer as it reminds him of the time he used to play it during high school.

[talonslockau]

Fire and Ice - Chapter 5

Chapter 4 || Index || Chapter 6

The air was still as Ravenpaw’s words echoed through camp. And then, all at once, the Clan erupted into shocked yowls, denials, accusations, and demands rising into a tremendous cacophony.

“Silence!” Bluestar’s caterwaul hushed them all. “How did this happen, Ravenpaw?” By the rising fur on her own back and her lashing tail, it was clear she was equal parts shocked and furious at this announcement.

Ravenpaw opened his mouth as though to reply, but no words came out. After a moment, his eyes rolled back, and he lurched to the side, falling down onto the hard earth of camp. Immediately, a queen of many colors pushed her way through the crowd to nuzzle at the fallen apprentice.

“Spottedleaf! Someone get Spottedleaf!” She called, looking towards the healer's den, from which a small tortoiseshell molly was already hurriedly making her way across the clearing. The crowd parted to let her pass, watching as she quickly met the queen at Ravenpaw’s side.

“I’m here, Dappleshine.” The healer murmured, inspecting the black tom with her nose. “Help me move him to my den. Quickly!” With that, she collected his scruff, careful to avoid his wounds, and began dragging him back to her den, with Dappleshine propping him up from the other side.

As they left, the Clan broke into hushed murmurs. Angling his ears towards Graypaw, Firepaw looked for any sort of explanation. Finally, the gray tom looked up, and he was surprised to see his friend's eyes were full of grief. “Redtail was like a father to many of the Clan, and one of our greatest warriors too. If he’s really dead…” He struggled to explain it in words.

Before he could, there was another loud yowl from the entrance. This time, a huge, dark brown tabby emerged, carrying a much smaller form. It took the new apprentice a moment to recognize it, but when he did, his heart dropped.

There, in the giant warrior’s maw, was the limp, hanging form of a cat.

“Redtail!” The cry of shock and grief rippled through the Clan, and even Bluestar, steely as she seemed, dropped into a crouch as a wave of sadness overwhelmed her at the sight of her fallen deputy. They parted as the warrior dragged the other to the center of camp, the crowd quickly reforming around the pair.

Firepaw could now see the dead cat clearly. He was a dark tom, dappled in blacks, browns, reds and whites that seemed to mimic the shadows of the leaves above. The only patch of clear fur was his thick, red tail, almost the same color as his own fur. The name was certainly fitting for the now-deceased deputy.

The warrior that stood over him, then, had to be Tigerclaw. It certainly fit him as well. His face was broad and covered in scars, while his giant striped shoulders displayed his muscles prominently. Every bit of him radiated strength and power, and it was easy to see how he was both the biggest and strongest cat in the Clan.

“What happened?” Bluestar demanded, quickly ascending to the Highrock to look down on the Clan. There was no need to call them together; all who were able to attend were looking on, waiting for an explanation.

Tigerclaw bowed his head. “We ran into a Riverclan patrol on our territory, near the stream. There were five of them, Oakheart among them.”

“Oakheart!” Graypaw hissed beside Firepaw. “He’s Riverclan’s deputy. One of the greatest warriors in the forest!”

“Redtail demanded that they stay off our territory, but Oakheart said he wouldn’t listen to our empty threats.” The mighty warrior shook his head sadly. “Redtail ordered us to attack, but the Riverclan cats were too quick for us. The next thing I knew, Oakheart had pinned Redtail down and killed him while three warriors kept me back.”

More yowls of shock greeted his words. “Cowards!” Graypaw spat at that. “How dare they break the warrior code like that?”

Bluestar lashed her tail. “Silence!” She snapped, though her own eyes were dark with fury. “What then, Tigerclaw?”

“I broke through the line of warriors and struck down Oakheart for his crimes. At the death of their deputy, the Riverclan cats fled in fear.” There were snarls of dark joy at the thought of justice being meted out. “I sent Ravenpaw back to get help, though I knew in my heart it was too late.” Tigerclaw’s words were heavy with grief. “Knowing I couldn’t leave him out there to be desecrated by those fish-eaters, I had no choice but to bring him back to camp.”

Firepaw looked up to see Bluestar’s response to all of this. The words of the dark-striped warrior were clearly weighing heavily on her, and her eyes were half-lidded with grief. “Such a terrible tragedy.” She murmured, barely loud enough for the Clan to hear. “This should never have happened.”

“Indeed. I regret, now, that I could not make amends to Redtail before his death. Had I known his life would be cut so short…” Firepaw saw a single tear trickle out of one of the warrior’s dark amber eyes, splashing down onto the corpse of his fallen deputy.

“This day will be remembered with great regret, and mourning.” Bluestar said, regaining enough composure to let her voice ring out across the clearing. “Redtail was one of the greatest warriors Thunderclan has ever known. His judgement was true and fair, and his loyalty to the Clan could never be questioned. He would have made a fine leader in my stead.” The Clan respectfully bowed their heads as she spoke, and Firepaw dutifully followed their lead. “May he find peace in Starclan.”

With that, she jumped off of the Highrock, landing in front of Redtail’s body. Lowering herself down, she pressed her nose into her lost deputy’s fur, whispering words that none could hear. As she did so, others followed: Lionheart, Dappleshine, Longtail, and Dustleap among them.

“What are they doing?” Firepaw asked Graypaw, puzzled.

“Though Redtail may be dead, the Clan will share tongues with him one last time before his spirit departs to Starclan.”

“Starclan?”

“The spirits of our ancestors. They watch over us from Startrail, and guide us through harsh times.”

“Startrail?”

“That bright group of stars that stretches across the night sky. Each star is a warrior that has joined them. Redtail will be among them tonight.” Though Graypaw answered his questions patiently, Firepaw could tell that his mind was elsewhere.

“Should we join them?” He asked, though he found it a bit difficult to imagine talking to a dead cat that he had never known.

“Only those closest to him will spend his last night with him. Lionheart and Longtail were his apprentices; Dappleshine, his sister; and Dustleap and Sandstorm were his children with Tigerclaw, his mate. Bluestar too, of course, since he was her deputy for many moons. Everyone else will probably just say a few words in thanks.” Graypaw glanced awkwardly at Firepaw. “Since you never knew him…”

“I understand.” Firepaw said quickly. “I’ll wait for you by the apprentice den.”

The other just nodded silently, leaving the new apprentice to find his way back to the tree stump they’d been sitting at alone. There was still half-eaten prey strewn about, but Firepaw had lost his appetite at the sight of Redtail. It was hard to eat a mouse only a few tail-lengths from where others were mourning.

He watched as Tigerclaw stood up and stalked away from Redtail’s body, towards the healer's den. A few cats shot him a surprised glance, but none seemed to say anything to him as he walked away. He reflected on what Graypaw had said; most of the other cats that he had named, he could see still hunched over Redtail, and they didn’t seem about to move any time soon. Tigerclaw’s sudden departure, then, seemed very odd, and he resolved to ask Graypaw about it when he returned.

The first to make their way back to the apprentice’s den, however, was Pepperpaw, who dipped her head softly. “Firepaw. I’m sorry you had to see all of this so soon.”

He shook his head. “I guess it’s just a part of Clan life?” The spotted tabby nodded sadly in response. “I just, uh, was wondering why Tigerclaw left so soon. Weren’t they mates?”

Pepperpaw glanced around, as though to make sure no one was watching, but all were focused on the recent death. “They used to be. They had Dustleap and Sandstorm, even. But shortly after they were born, they had some big falling out… apparently they haven’t spoken in moons.”

Firepaw flicked an ear in acknowledgement. That was about what Graypaw had told him, just before Ravenpaw had appeared. “So is it not that unusual he left, then? Since they’re not really mates anymore?”

“No, it is, but…” The molly tilted her head. “He went to Spottedleaf’s den, right? Maybe he was getting his wounds looked at, or checking up on Ravenpaw. That’s his son, after all.”

Firepaw blinked, imagining the skinny black tom in comparison to the hulking figure of Tigerclaw. “Ravenpaw’s his son?”

“I don’t know all the details, since Ravenpaw’s older than me, but…” She nosed Dewpaw in greeting as the smallest of the sisters approached, patting the ground beside her with her tail. “After Redtail and Tigerclaw fell out, Tigerclaw became mates with Nightwish. She died shortly after Ravenpaw was born, though. We never got to see her. From what I hear, she was small, but quick and clever. Much like Redtail, I suppose. I guess Ravenpaw takes after his mother more than Tigerclaw.”

As she spoke, he could almost picture the dead queen, lithe and the darkest black like her son, pacing worriedly back and forth by the entrance to the healer's den. “Do you think she’s watching over Ravenpaw in Starclan?” He asked hesitantly, trying his best to apply what Graypaw had told him about Clan traditions thus far.

Pepperpaw shot him an unreadable look, and for a moment he was worried that he’d said something wrong. “You’re very sharp, Firepaw. I can see what Graypaw meant about you.” He blinked in confusion, unsure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, but she didn’t give him the chance to ask. “I’m sure she’s watching him right now. Perhaps it was by her will that Ravenpaw survived that horrible fighting.” She curled her tail a little tighter around her paws, a shiver running through her body. “I hope he lives, anyways.”

“He’ll be fine!” Firepaw startled as Graypaw made his way over to them, taking a seat next to him. “He’s Tigerclaw’s son, isn’t he? He’s got to have inherited some of his legendary stone will!” Despite the confidence in his words, it was easy to see the worry on his friend’s face.

“We could go see how he’s doing, right?” Firepaw asked, but the reactions of the siblings immediately made him backtrack, “Or maybe not!”

“Spottedleaf prefers a quiet den to work in.” Dewpaw spoke up, eliciting some measure of surprise from her siblings and the ginger tom. “Visitors get in her way.”

“Especially when they’re stealing honeycombs, she really doesn’t like that.” Graypaw added, earning a tiny glare from his littlest sister.

Glancing to Pepperpaw, who was silent but seemingly amused by her sibling’s conversation, he had to assume they were both telling the truth… to varying degrees of usefulness. “I guess that makes sense. Besides, she’ll tell the Clan how he’s doing soon enough… right?” Firepaw blinked between the three of them, but they just gave him different wordless shrugs in response.

“So who do you think’s gonna be the new deputy?” Cinderpaw asked as she bounded over, wasting no time in inserting herself into the conversation.

“Cinderpaw!” Pepperpaw’s shocked chiding went once again largely ignored, causing the spotted tabby to sigh in exasperation. “He’s only been dead a few moments, you should show some respect!”

The dark gray molly huffed and shook her head indignantly. “I did show him respect! I show him lots of respect! But that still doesn’t answer my question.” Her bright blue eyes swiveled around the group to land on Firepaw. “Hey, Firepaw! You’re the newest one here, who do you think will be the new deputy?”

He blinked back at her stupidly, trying to process what she was asking. “The new… deputy?” He asked slowly, hoping someone would come to his aid.

Thankfully, Graypaw cut in to explain. “The warrior code states that the leader must choose a new deputy before moonhigh. Otherwise, the Clan will suffer terrible luck.” He glanced over to where Bluestar was still mourning with a few others, though the crowd had largely dissipated back to the edges of camp. “It’ll be a hard decision for Bluestar. Redtail was a great deputy; whoever succeeds him will have some big paws to fill.”

Firepaw nodded and glanced across camp, though there were few warriors visible at the moment. “Then… what about Tigerclaw? His paws are plenty big.” He did his best to give a light, teasing grin to the others, and Graypaw rewarded his efforts with a small chuckle.

“Tigerclaw wouldn’t be a bad choice.” Pepperpaw mewed thoughtfully as she glanced to the healer's den, from which he still hadn’t emerged. “He’s already mentored Darkstripe, and he did avenge Redtail’s death. But he did also kill Oakheart… Riverclan might see it as a sign of further aggression if the cat that killed their deputy is made deputy.”

“Let them!” Cinderpaw growled eagerly, dropping into a play crouch with her claws extended. “I’ll show them what real Thunderclanners are made of!”

Graypaw rolled his eyes. “Has Mistspring even shown you any battle moves yet?” He asked her dryly.

Her face fell at the question. “I… well… no.” She grumbled, sitting back up and looking pointedly away from Graypaw. “What about you then, Pepperpaw? Who do you think Bluestar will choose?”

Pepperpaw looked off across camp thoughtfully, clearly thinking hard. Cinderpaw had just let out a loud snore when she finally answered. “I think the answer’s obvious. Bluestar already depends on Whitestorm so much, and now that Sandstorm’s a warrior, he has all the time in the world to devote to leading Thunderclan.”

The white warrior had been quite impressive, and seemed as steady and wise as Bluestar. From what Firepaw had seen so far, he wouldn’t be able to argue with her. “What about you, Dewpaw?” He asked the little apprentice, hoping to get her to talk a bit more. Though she’d said so little, from what he could tell, she seemed to be quite observant in her own way. “Who do you think Bluestar will pick?”

She gazed back up at him steadily, meeting his eyes for the first time since they’d met. “I think we’ll find out before moonhigh.”

Cinderpaw groaned and rolled her eyes at her sister’s response, but the other two seemed amused at her response. “You’re right, you’re right." Graypaw purred. "Say, Firepaw! Since we have time for a nap before moonhigh, why don’t I show you our den? You must be exhausted from all the excitement.” The other tom gave him a knowing glance and gestured toward the fern heap that made up the apprentice den.

As he mentioned it, Firepaw barely stifled a yawn. He was almost dead on his feet, especially now that he’d eaten. And Tinyfrost had given them the rest of the day off… “I suppose a quick nap wouldn’t hurt. That fight took a lot out of me, and the run here wasn’t exactly a quick jaunt.” He glanced at the others, hoping they wouldn’t find an opportunity to mock him, but to his relief they all seemed to nod in agreement.

“I know what you mean. I was exhausted the first time Lionheart took me around the territory! Though that fight with you didn’t help.” Graypaw stretched his front paws out, yawning loudly as he did so. “See you later, sisters.” With that, he gestured with his tail for Firepaw to follow him, disappearing into the giant growth of ferns.

Firepaw nodded his farewell to the tree and followed quickly, not eager to give Cinderpaw an opening to chatter his ears off more. Cautiously, he nosed his way into the ferns, pleasantly surprised to find that Graypaw had been right; the ferns hid a dip in the earth, as though a giant cat had reached down and scooped away the apprentice’s den with its paw. Though the leafy ferns made it appear flat, the hollow beneath them was easily large enough to fit Graypaw, Firepaw, and both their litters with plenty more room besides.

“Where do I sleep?” He asked, looking around hesitantly. The whole hollow was carpeted in a mixture of moss, old fur, and fallen fern leaves, making it difficult to tell who slept where.

“Wherever you’d like, as long as it’s not the far back; that’s Ravenpaw’s spot.” Graypaw found a spot near the middle and began raking together a crude nesting area. “Just don’t sleep too close to my sisters; Cinderpaw kicks something fierce in her sleep!”

Firepaw couldn’t tell if that was a joke or not, and in the semi-darkness of the hollow it was hard to see Graypaw’s expression. Still, he picked a spot somewhat between his new friend and the entrance that smelled stale enough, and copied Graypaw’s nest gathering technique. Carefully, he circled it and kneaded it, until it was soft and comfortable enough to sleep on. He had only laid down a few moments before he was already drifting into a dreamless slumber, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet.

[lxvenderhxzehv]

(gavin leatherwood) [The Rebel]. Please welcome [Damian Lamb (He/Him)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [26]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [firefighter at fire & rescue house 69 ]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Name: Damian Lamb

Nicknames: N/A

Age/DOB: 27 January 16, 1997

Gender: cis-male He/him

Sexual Orientation: fuck around and find out

Personality type: The Rebel

Relationship status: Single

Occupation: firefighter at fire & rescue house 69

Destination: In Town

Role: Hunter

Family: Mother, father, and little Sister ~ deceased

Aunt and Uncle ~ Deceased

Cousins ~ Alive (Not sure how many)

Tw: Death, child dead, Fire, Murder accusations, and bullying

The Lamb family was your typical family, Husband and Wife who loved each other dearly high school sweethearts even. and their two kids Damian and his little sister were their greatest achievements. there was not drama, no trouble, not turmoil between the four. Damian was a good kid. He did well in school, He loved his sister and his parents with his whole heart. He would do anything for them even at his own expense. Everything was perfect.

until it wasn't

one night around when Damian was 10 years old he woke up to his room extremely hot and cloudy. Realizing what was going on he rolled out of bed and got on the floor as quickly as possible. Crawling through his home, he tried to wake everyone up, yelling and screaming for them or for help but the smoke and the flames were too strong for him to handle. He passed out and didn't come too till few hours later.

When he came too he was in the hospital his Aunt and Uncle came clamoring over to check on him. He was more than confused to say the least. Then he remembered, flashes of fire and burning building the smell oh god the smell.

"I want my mom and my dad, my sister...are they here?" He said softly. The worried glances share with his aunt and uncle didn't go unnoticed. Damian's stomach dropped. His heart started pounding from his chest.

"WHERE'S MY MOM AND DAD? WHERE MY SISTER!?!" he shouted tearfully from the hospital bed. They almost didn't have the guts to tell him. They didn't survive. The firefighters were able to get damain out and stabilized but the fire had grown too big by the time they arrived. Damian was even Lucky to be alive and come out with just some scaring on his back.

With Damian being the only surviving family member he of course was questioned. His story stayed the same, They had dinner, watched a movie and then all went to bed When he woke up he tried to get out but the smoke and the heat was too much and he passed out. They couldn't find the source of the fire so they chalked it up to wrong place at the wrong time. However Damian wasn't convinced and to this day he thinks someone wanted his family dead.

He moved in with his Aunt and uncle, they did what they could and raised him like he was their own. He go along with them and his cousins well enough but he was still troubled. Therapy helped a little but he did go often, usually ditching to go smoke and hang out at his family's graves.

As for the town, rumors spread and Damian became an outcast of sorts in Huntsville.

'mommy that's the boy that burned his family live!'

parents would hide their kids, give him dirty looks and clutch their pearls whenever he came around. He became a menace in school, taking on the "bad boy" person. if you can't be em', join em right?'. He figured if they were going to paint this picture of him that he killed his family might as well have fun with it. He was bullied of course and it was In school he realized he need to bulk up and also carry a butterfly knife with him at all times. So he did.

and then the paradox hit when he was just 14 years old, it only added fuel to his anger and frustration. His Aunt and Uncle being some of the first few who died. He was left to take care of his cousins on his own. He did a few odd Jobs here and there making sure to keep them taken care of but when word got out they were all shoved into the commune. Damian hated it and the moment he turned 18 he left.

he needed a Job and he was strong and capable so he became a firefighter. He promised himself that no one would ever feel the pain he felt from loosing someone ever again. He would make sure of it, even if it kills him.

[kpophubb]

Heyyy it's me!

Your Hee anonie~ ♡☆

Sooo I was gonna complete the Hee angst but writing is a very hard job and I am very lazy. BUT I will FINISH IT. Also 😗 i just have been in a very Jake mood lately.

Ok so when I first got to know about Enha. Jake was my bias. He immediately caught my eye and then I heard him speak in his aussie accent and 😳😭👌💓🙏

And now I back to my Jake Phase.

Also also I love his Korean name. Like Jaeyun is such a pretty name and ngl I like more than Jake. Like imagine calling him Jaeyun ahhh tbh I'd totally call him Jaeyun over Jake anyday (no hate to any Jake out there) (love to all the Jakes)(Jake from Subway Surfer) (Jake Peralta from Brooklyn 9 9) but JAEYUN !!

Also I have some very 💞💖 pics of Jaeyun but I can't share them with you on anon 😭😭 what do I do 💀 send them over ig ?? Find the Twitter links idk 😖 ugh I wish tumblr would let anons share media ://

Anyway how are you?? How's the break going ?? 😁

Praying for you that future Enha tours include Malaysia and that you are able to see them MULTIPLE times ⏲️🙏❤️

Hihi my hee anonie 🥺🫶🏻 welcome back my lady!! I can understand how tiring writing can be mygod so it’s okay you finish it WHENEVER you want, there’s absolutely no pressure. <3 jaeyun?!😳 please this is my top 10 greatest weaknesses in life I’m not kidding. It’s such a pretty name, istg and I blush so much everytime I read it or try to say it….👉🏻👈🏻 it sounds so nice and gentle, and suits jake sm!! I’d be deceased and turn into a blushing mess if I ever tried calling him that FOR REAL. 😵‍💫 I’m not a very shy person tbh, I’m quite bold and say everything on my mind really easily but….this..one..name…shhssjnsudnsjsjsjsjsjs!! 💥🫣🫠💘💘

Awww🥺 we must all love and care for our jakey!! I love it sm when we all show him love and appreciate him and talk nice about him. He truly deserves special treatment from every single one of us bc he’s so special!! <33 >~<

my first bias of enhypen was sunoo!! I became an engene during the border:carnival era so seeing sunoo’s sketchy appearance during that time made me absolutely i n s a n e. I really liked anime eboys all my life- the ones with black painted nails, lots of piercings and metal earrings, smokey eyes, silver/white hair and black leather fits!! So when I saw sunoo, my jaw dropped. It was a selca and I immediately started looking up which band he was in..and then I listened to drunk dazed and was hooked. Basically that’s how I started knowing them and fell in love with them all……! Which era did you become an engene anonie??

Ikr this option is so so annoying like why can’t anons send media -.- my other anon sends me the links of those pictures on Pinterest and I view them there. You can send me in whichever way you like and are comfortable with🖤 I’m currently…a little tired? I had 3 fics scheduled for this week but😅 my mom had a surgery recently so she’s bedridden atm and I’m nursing her (I love caring for people and nursing in general, and she’s my beloved mom so yeah.) by the end of the day, I’m TOO TIRED to do anything else so I just pass out and sleep.

How about you? Is your break over anonie? I hope you had/have lots of fun🥺 and smiled a lot during this time :) <3 thank you sm for dropping by my love, and MULTIPLE TIMES GETTING TO SEE ENHA?😭 you have no idea my eyes just teared up from happiness..this was so so sweet. T~T

[fedorasaurus]

Getting a proper ref together for my D&D character, Grant! I'm excited to play him as a character someday, but lately I've enjoyed dropping him into campaigns I run as an NPC.

He's a Pact of the Chain Warlock (meaning he has a familiar -- in Grant's case, a little pseudodragon) whose life's work involved researching the paranormal, looking for evidence of otherworldly beings responsible for mysterious disappearances around the region. Most of his files include things like written statements from witnesses about strange sightings and abductions, unexplained phenomena, things like that. But one day, he found the greatest evidence of them all! A pair of strangers fell through a portal not far from his lab, one wearing strange (steampunk-esque) garb, and the other being some kind of living metal construct. He ran inside for first aid supplies, but by the time he returned to the spot, the strangers were gone, and so all he could do was ponder about what he saw, and sketch out little diagrams of the construct.

It was later that night that a new portal opened right there in his lab, and a different being--something larger, older, and harder to visually comprehend--pulled him spiritually away into the Astral Plane, leaving his physical body behind in what seemed to be a deceased state.

The Entity would eventually (months later) send Grant back to the Material Plane on an important, secret mission, lending him some of its magic in order to complete the task, essentially becoming his Otherworldly Patron (Great Old One).

But how does one simply return to life months after everyone thought you were dead? Especially when you're forbidden from discussing how and why? Well, Grant makes the most of it!

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

A World Away

Thranduil x fem!human!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: “I want a modern reader thrown into mirkwood forest. Found and thrown into a cell by thranduil. During an escape attempt reader sees an animal and decides to rescue an animal and get caught by thranduil. He takes an interest and reader is treated as a guest. Thranduil starts falling for her and sends her to live with humans. “What did i do? Why are you sending me away?” And then during the battle of five armies she meets with thranduil again and fluff”

Warnings: a little swearing (like twice)

Authors Note: Splitting this into two parts so everyone can suffer (joking lol)

Edit: Not me trying to schedule this and realizing it didn’t post 🤦🏻‍♂️

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With every step, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your adrenaline rush prevented you from noticing the sharp briars that tore at your skin and clothes. You could worry about that later. Your only concern now was making it out of this forest.

You had planned your escape from the Elvenkings dungeon for weeks. Today, the opportunity to put your plan into action had finally arisen. As you dodged fallen logs and low hanging branches, you thought of how you came to be here in the first place.

Your head was throbbing as you came to. You attempted opening your eyes, but the bright sunlight forced you to close them again. You could hear strange voices speaking in a foreign tongue. You attempted to move your hands, but they were bound. Forcing your eyes open a second time, you took in your unfamiliar surroundings.

You were in a forest, surrounded by men and women dressed in strange clothes. All of them had long hair that was intricately braided, revealing their...pointy ears? Okay, what on earth was happening here.

“Excuse me, but who are you people? Why am I here?” You voiced. One with blonde hair, you assumed he was their leader, snapped his head towards you.

“You were trespassing on our lands. You are now in the custody of King Thranduil. He shall decide your fate” You gulped. Oh lord, what had you done now?

You were ripped away from your thoughts when you tripped over something in your way.

“Shit!” You hissed at the pain now shooting up your leg. You turned and looked at what had caused you to fall. A small fawn lay trembling at your feet. It didn’t appear injured, but your conscience wouldn’t let you leave until you checked. You extended a hand to the fawn, but it flinched away. “C’mon, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” you reassured. As you were checking the animal over, the sound of a sword being drawn reached your ears. You turned to see the tall figure now standing behind you. You recognized him as one of the guards that had taken you prisoner when you arrived at this miserable place.

“I see we didn’t get very far,” the elf said sarcastically. You dropped your head in defeat.

“Damn my good conscience,” you thought.

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The first time you were before the Elvenking, he had been perched atop his throne. This time, you met him in his private study. He was seated in a large chair, sipping a glass of rich red wine. He appeared unbothered. You weren’t sure if anything could sway him.

“Leave us,” he commanded the guards placed at the doors. He took another long drink of his wine, then placed it on the table beside him. Neither of you spoke, and the silence was deafening. Thranduil took a deep breath and gestured to the seat adjacent from him, ”Sit.”

You obeyed, the large plush seat nearly swallowing you. You fiddled with your hands-noting that they had been left unbound this time.

“Do you have any idea what the punishment is for those that try to escape my prison?” He questioned. You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice to remain steady. “A more barbaric king would likely have you put to death.” Thranduil noticed you becoming more anxious. “But do not worry, I don’t plan on doing such a thing.”

“O-Oh?” You stuttered.

“You must be quite clever to have out maneuvered my guards,” Thranduil continued as he poured another glass of wine. “It was surprising to learn that your escape failed because you stopped to help a fawn.”

“It wasn’t my greatest decision,” you admitted.

“Perhaps, but I think it’s ultimately been in your favor,” Thranduil hummed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“What I mean is that I’ve reconsidered my original sentence. I believe I may have been quick to judge when you were first brought before me,” Thranduil paused. “I hear of all the happenings in this forest. Humans are typically uncaring of those around them. Despite your situation, you stopped to help another in need of aid. Quite a noble trait to possess, yes?”

“Yes, I suppose,” you replied. You had never considered yourself noble before. Helping others had always felt like the right thing to do.

“If it would be no trouble, I should like you to remain in Mirkwood-as my guest.” There it was. The point that this conversation had been leading to.

“I-Really?” You exclaimed. Just when you thought you were starting to understand how this world worked, you were blind sided once again.

“If you have family you would rather return to, I understand. We would be more than willing to supply you for your journey-“

“Oh, no,” you cut him off (which surprised him). “It’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting it is all. I appreciate the offer, and I totally except.” You were glad to finally move on from being a prisoner. The treatment in Thranduils dungeon was alright, but a prison is still a prison after all.

“Well, then,” said Thranduil, pouring a second glass of wine. “Let’s drink to the hope of newfound friendship,” he offered the glass to you. You accepted and raised your glass to him. A possible friendship with the king? Oh, this was going to be a story to tell.

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Life in Mirkwood was very pleasant; spending your days exploring the endless gardens and library. You would share dinner with Thranduil once a week. Then twice a week. Then soon you would dine together most nights. You noticed how interested he was in your life-both before you came to Middle Earth and now.

What you didn’t notice were the whispers between the elves. Since the death of his queen, the king had been closed off. Now, he was showing such favoritism to a human woman. Sharing dinner with her. Strolling through the gardens together. Gifting her with clothes and her own dwelling. It wasn’t until Legolas brought it up did Thranduil notice how fond he had become of you.

“Ada?” Legolas asked one day.

“Yes?” Thranduil replied as he leafed through paperwork.

“I’ve seen you’ve become quite partial to (Y/N),” said Legolas.

“Hm, I suppose I have,” Thranduil paused from his work.

“Do you think you may have...romantic feelings for her?” Legolas hesitated before asking.

Thranduils eyes widened at what his son had said. “O-Of course not! Honestly, Legolas, I don’t see why you would say such things!” Legolas gave his father a look and turned to leave.

“If you say so,” Legolas teased before closing the door behind him.

Thranduil pondered over what Legolas had said. Yes-he could see it now. He had slowly become wrapped around your little fingers. Falling for you so slowly he didn’t even notice. He wanted to feel joy-could he have found a second companion at last? But he couldn’t help the guilt that clawed at his stomach. Many elves only married once. Though his wife was deceased, her soul still lingered in the Halls of Mandos. What then? Should he do you both a disservice and pursue his newfound love? Thranduil stood and paced the room, thinking of what he should do. Finally, he called to the guards outside the room. He had made his decision.

“How may we serve you, My King.”

“Tell Lady (Y/N) to pack her things. She must be gone by daybreak tomorrow. She is not to step foot in the Woodland Realm again, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thranduil felt sick. This was for your own good, he kept telling himself. To be with you would only hurt you both. It had to be this way.

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You wiped away your tears as you packed. You didn’t understand. Mirkwood was your home. Thranduil had become your closest friend, but now he was banishing you? You thought the Elvenking liked you, even entertained the thought that he more than liked you, but not now. Now you felt foolish. Of course it would never work. He was a stupidly handsome immortal king. You were a human girl from a different world.

You threw the last of your belongings into your bag. The guards escorted you out of the castle. Before the cart you were placed upon moved, you took one last look at the kingdom, trying to absorb every detail. The coachman urged the horses forward, and that was it. You would never see Thranduil again. As night fell, so did your tears.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one who cried that night.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Dark Side Of The Moon Ch. 2 - Dark! Loki x Reader

Chapter 2: “On The Run”

Chapter Summary: Even though you can’t help feeling drawn to the lunatic that looks like your deceased lover, you try to surpress your feelings and flee to find your friends.

Warnings: Loki is fucking crazy, Violence, Torture, Jotun! Loki, Mentions of Death, Abuse, Unhealthy Relationship, Mentions of Rape

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And they run down its face.

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“She died through my hands.”

That sentence replayed over and over in your head, forming a continuous loop as you silently formed those words with your own lips.

“It’s not him!” you called out to yourself, since your reason had seemingly disappeared ever  since you first saw the person that was a perfect copy of the man you once loved.

You were rolling around on the bare floor, shivering as you softly punched your head to not get lost in thought again. The emperor didn’t even have the basic decency to give you any clothes back, only having the Citauri throw you into an old dungeon to keep you prisoner - or whatever he’d plan to do with you.

That man was so different of your Loki.

And the timeline both of you were currently in had exceeded your worst expectations, making you wonder if fate just wanted to torment you.

In this universe, Thanos never even got so far as to collect all of the Infinity Stones. Loki Laufeyson had won the battle of New York and took over this world, then somehow double-crossed and killed the Titan. So right now, he possessed the power of the Tesseract, as well as the Cascet of Ancient Winters. For what reason he kept that Jotun relic was unknown, probably out of nostalgic sentiment you assumed.

Afterwards, the God of Mischief had killed his brother Thor in bad blood, as well as torturing Natasha - the exact way he threatened her back in your world, when he was in his cell. Clint was still his servant, as it seemed. You had seen him when they took you to his cell.

He couldn’t get rid of all the Avengers, however - even though their current location was unknown. They were in hiding for many years now, probably trying to get their hands on the other Infinity Stones. 

Also noticeable was the fact that this universe had neither Hela, nor Captain Marvel - so one good and one bad thing to compensate for each other. Not that they’d be a match for Loki in his current form anyway...

And there was no Dr. Strange on this version of Earth, your last bit hope to escape disappearing as you learned about this fact.

That much was all you had learned by now, mainly through tricking and manipulating some of your guards into giving you information.

All in all, you only knew for sure was that this world’s Loki was a terribly trong, murderous sociopath, intoxicated by power and loneliness.

And you had become the focus of the little emotion left in him.

It was hard trying to surpress all the voices and memory submerging in your mind. So there was nothing left for you except for rolling up into a ball, lying on the cold floor as you prepared to be washed over with sadness and guilt once again.

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“Would you help me recieve the greatest honor by becoming mine and mine only, Lady Y/N?”

How could you ever forget this moment?

Back on the Asgardian refugee ship, your Loki had asked you that very question, now popping up in your mind once again.

Every detail was still as bright as daylight, preserved deep into your heart.

You clearly remembered the small, green box he had summoned out of thin air, presenting you a plain but still incredibly beautiful ring. The golden piece of jewlery formed a snake eating itself - a symbol of infinity and wholeness.

It was just his way of being thoughtful.

“I-I prepared this a while go, to be precize...but I never thought of being worthy” he had stammered and you found yourself speechless, admiring that very scene playing in front of your eyes. “A-Anyway, after all that happened, I realized that all moments I spent happy, were when I was with you. I don’t want to lose you again, Y/N! And I feared, well...that it might be too late to ask someday.”

It was most unjust that this most blissful moment would be interrupted by a great rumbling shaking through the whole spaceship - and even before Thor would crash Loki’s proposal, both of you were aware just what kind of danger you would have to face soon:

Thanos.

Your numbers had already been decimated by Ragnarok, all that’s left being some civilian refugees, injured and traumatized. The only ones capable of fighting left were Loki, Thor, Heimdall, you and the Hulk.

Yet all of your struggles were to no avail, only able to watch and scream and bag at the Titan, so he’d at least spare those innocent lives as he mercilessly slaughtered woman and children alike.

“Fucking monster!” Pulling out a gun, your mind went completely blank as you gave it some last, desperate attempt to save or avenge just anyone.

No bullet would even come close enough to pierce his skin, as Ebony Maw would deflect them to hit yourself and people close to you. “I’m not the only one you should see responsible for this outcome” Thanos scoffed.

“What do you mea-” Your voice got swallowed by a pained groan as you saw Loki, kneeling in front of Thanos and revealing the one thing he was after:

The Tesseract.

“You......took it?!?” The only thing managing to escape your throat was a high-pitched yell as Loki’s face contorted in disappointment and regret - just now realizing that he had put you all in danger.

They would’ve never went after you if it wasn’t for him. He had doomed his race, failed you and what was left of his family.

“How could you put us all in danger?! I thought you had changed! You swore it with your life, Loki! That you loved me more than you desired power!”

No answer.

Instead, the god would prepare one of his speeches, directing words of undying fidelity at Thanos and his arms. And even though it was meant to be lies, a play to make the threat feel save, every single word hit your heart like knives.

“How could I ever marry someone like you?!” feeling as if Loki most recent, selfish act was suffocating you, you could only whisper - yet he understood very clearly, the facade dropping in an instant.  “I-I hate you...traitor...”

If only you knew that those would be the last words you’d ever direct at him...

Loki materializes a dagger, desperately trying to make up for his biggest mistake yet, and at least save you, the light of his cursed existence, and the only thing he had ever done in his life full of wrongs.

But Thanos looked right through the charade from the very beginning, using the stones to trap Loki in their hold - and then, grabbing the god’s throat.

“You have what you want, Thanos!” Thor tried to bargain, “There’s even less than half of my race left. Please, just let us go!”

“Oh, I will” he spoke stony, then shifting his attention to the god in his hands. “But first, I’ll do you a favor and erase that disgraceful pest all of you were too weak to take care of.”

As he was struggling for air, gasping uncontrollably as he tried to free his neck from the Giant, Loki’s glare wandered to you - and when your eyes met, both of your hearts skipped a beat.

He smiled. In the face of death, the last thing he wanted you to remember was the good things after all.

And seeing the ring on your finger, how couldn’t he? Loki knew you were about to say yes - and knowing this was more than enough for someone like him.

After all, the God of Mischief was used to happiness being taken away from him as soon as he thought it to be okay to open up to someone.

But you were safe. That’s all that counted for him!

It was like his eyes were telling you “It’s gonna be alright. I’m sorry, Y/N...I love you.”

You don’t remember much after that, having a mental breakdown as you had to watch the love of your life perish - and forever thinking about how you had turned him down just seconds before.

A part of you had died with him back then.

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The creaking sound of the cell’s door made you jump from your dream - but the person which entered was one you had never seen before.

A monster.

It’s silhouette very much resembled Loki, yet his skin was painted in a dark shade of blue, with thin linings carved across his whole body. He had fangs and even horns coming out of his temple to add at that.

The beast’s eyes were shining in a threatening red, glistering contrastful in the dark hallway. But the worst were those black irises, absent of any form of compassion - there seemed to be only rage, confusion and hate.

“Fuck!” you screamed, terrified and fearing for your life. Shuffling until your back hit the wall of a corner of the room, you defendingly put your arms in front of yourself. “Go away! Don’t to-ouch me!”

Loki cleared his voice as he put the Casket away, not making any efforts to revert his outer appearance back to ‘normal’. He had admired it on his way to your cell, like he’d do many times a day when he was reminiscing about the day he learned about his heritage...

...and how he had killed Odin, his adoptive father, with that very relic, afterwards clearing the universe of that despiseful race of the Jotunn - making him the last of his kind.

“Oh my” a dark voice finally declared, “Seems like ‘your’ Loki never dared to show you his true form. Pathetic.”

No, that wasn’t completely true. Your lover had at least told you back then. But when did you ever have the time to talk things over and heal, being dragged from one fight to another?!

The Jotunn felt great joy as he towered over you, gleefully watching your naked body cowering to his knees, covered in goosebumps and shaking heavily. Your breath was clearly visible while you tried to cover your shame as best as you could, wary glare never leaving the abomination that was just lurking right in front of you.

“Wha- OUCH!” you hissed as the Frost Giant took ahold of your wrist, monitoring the pain spreading across your face as his touch would frostburn any skin he was touching with ease.

Loki grinned menacingly as he let go off of you, admiring his handywork as the first layer of your skin had already died, crumbling away to reveal your pink flesh.

“Oh, how I missed that” he explained, much to your surprise ripping a piece of his own clothing apart to cover the wound with it. “Your kind is so easily broken. It’s always fascinating to watch.”

“Just kill me already, you freak!”

Well, Loki had in fact spent hours after hours thinking about how to handle you, and yet he couldn’t decide. Obviously he would’ve killed you right away if it was otherwise, but he still had a soft spot for you somewhere deep in his heart, after all.

And it upset him more than he’d ever admit. So he tried to assert his dominance, to ease the feeling of weakness and loss of control.

“I’m only doing you a favor, woman.” The god would touch your cheek, making you flinch away - but this time, it wouldn’t hurt. Never would he dare to scar this most beautiful face!

“The man you loved was just the same as me, yet it seemed he wasn’t completely honest with you. What you are seeing right now is the form of a Frost Giant...the monstrosity you chose to love.”

“L-Loki…”

It was no surprise that he saw tears filling the rim of your eyes - yet out of a whim, you pulled your arms around his neck, tears wetting his robe. He gasped, unable to act in any way as he stiffened in the pose.

That was by far not the reaction he had been expecting - and he surprised you as well. You had thought him to instantly shove you away, beat you agaib or even bite - but he just kneeled there, not daring to make a move.

"Why?” Now his voice was much softer, pained even. “I’m a monster. I hurt you. So why?”

“I’m so sorry” you whimpered, words being interrupted by heavy sobbing. “I try to fight it, I really do. But I just can’t, I-I”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“How could I be? It’s you, Loki...no matter what you look like.” Eventually, you’d face him again, wiping the tears out of your face when for another moment, you made yourself forget that this was a completely different person. “I was just surprised, that’s all. Letting me see this form out of nowhere...”

“Y/N, I’m not the same as him” he retorted, knowing very well what it’s like to lose oneself in daydreams and illusions to ease the pain of loss. His sight wandered around the room instead of your face, stating “I did horrendous things, dear. Tormented and killed countless. It’s unforgiveable.”

“So did he” you stated, even though you knew those two Loki’s couldn’t be compared. “And you should already know: I feel dead inside, ever since he died.”

“You really loved him, didn’t you?” When you nodded confidently, Loki sighed ashamed, reluctantly touching your wrist again. A warm magic would flow through you, healing the wound in no time. “I wish she had felt the same for me...”

For a while, both of you were plainly sitting in uncomfortable silence, with Loki even lending you his cloak to warm yourself up.

“It’s not him” you told yourself once again. “It’s not him. It’s not him. IT’S NOT HIM!!! That man is dangerous and instable. He can’t be trusted!”

And then, finally, you dared asking, cutting through the thick air:

“What exactly happened to me, in this world?”

Loki’s face contorted in agony, rubbing his face as if in deep pain. “Is this really necessary? I already told you. She died because of me.”

“More details would be nice” you retorted bluntly, not really caring if he was to have a violent outburst again. Curiosity got the better of you at that moment.

The emperor’s voice was low and husky, and just now you realized how damn tired he looked - with dark rings under his eyes, and more pale than you had ever remembered him.

The weight of his sins sure had taken a stroll on that sensitive man.

"I saw the ring” he uttered deeply affected, “That’s something I could only dream of. Thinking about it, I think she never really loved me in the first place. Or maybe she just grew tired of my lies. Understandable, I have to admit...”

“Yes, it was quite the opposite, even” he continued after a long, strained breath of his. “She hated me. Joined the Avengers and tried to kill me, several times. Only years later I learned about the truth: Already far in the past, back on Asgard, she betrayed me. After I fell off the Bifrost, she thought myself dead - and consoled herself by bedding my brother. I had to kill him, I-I-I just had to!”

Loki’s hands were shaking so frantically you could feel it from over there, mad eyes darting over your physique to take in your reaction. “After they finally lost, I took her prisoner. Seven months of trying to make her mine, no matter the methods. Mind-controlling her would not be satisfying. So I tortured her, played games with her sanity, and- I’d rather not speak about how else I violated her.”

“You, wha-” Now you were the one shivering in horrid anticipation, “You raped me...?”

No answer. Instead he just finished this disastrous story.

“One day, I went to her cell like I always did. I hoped once her mind was broken she’d stop struggling to be mine. But she never did. You Y/N’s are quite the fighters, as it seems.”

“Wha- wwhat happened to me...I mean, ‘her’?”

A loud whine escaped his vocal cords as he hit the wall right next to your face, making you suck in a pained breath.

“She used her chains to hang herself. There was nothing I could do. Ever since then I knew I’m cursed to inflict pain on anything I hold dear.”

"D-Don’t give me that self-pitying bullshit” you wanted to shout at his face - but the cramping in your heart as well as the hyperventillation made talking impossible.

How could one do something like that to a person they claimed to love?!

“Go” you whimpered, already shuffling away from him and he could hear anguish and fear drop out of every vocal, and he realized you were having a panic attack. “Please!”

Loki closed his eyes, letting out one last, deep sigh. He knew he owed you that much.

“Very well.”

That whole night, you spent crying and screaming to your hearts avail, unable to process your current situation and newfound knowledge.

So that would be your life from now on? Being hurt mentally and physically, frostburnt and hurt and violated against your will - all while looking at a face that remembered you of happier days?

Never!

Things were just like that evil Loki said: You are a fighter!

And if you couldn’t help that crazy man, you would at least help yourself! The Avengers are still out there, somewhere. You needed to escape and help them!

How could you have been so blind all those years?

Loki - your Loki - would have never wanted to you give up. He’d want you to survive and live your life to it’s fullest, trying to make the best out of everything you’ve got.

Just like he always did. That much you had learned from him.

“I’m sorry, Loki. If I die, I can’t even remember you...I love you…”

Breaking out succeeded faster than you could ever think it would take - because when you’d finally get out of your fetal courl and wandered across the cell, you realized Loki didn’t properly close the heavy steel door back when he rushed away from you.

“It’s not him. There’s no helping that man. I have to find my friends, I-”

Still shocked and scared and traumatized, you didn’t even realize that someone was watching you, not even questioning that the hallways were oddly empty.

You sneaked out of an open window, bare feet feeling the morning dew as you shook away Lokis cloak and ran as fast as your feet could carry you.

There was it - the fence.

No one could tell you what kind of world would await you outside of that property as you swiftly avoided some guards, rushing through the all so beautiful garden.

But as soon as you reached out to climb the railing, you felt someone balling a fist in your hair, harshly holding you back and causing you to stumble and fall.

“I thought you to be different…” an all too familiar voice grumbled. Loki didn’t even want to hear any apology or excuse, kicking your guts so heavily that you had to throw up, cramping on the ground.

“Don’t you dare to run away ever again!” he now yelled furiously, "She tried it too...so damn.many.times…!”

But before you could even respond, he suddenly began to cry uncontrollably. “I thought you would stay. Do you think I like to do this?!”

His voice was laced with grief and regret, yet he kept on forming countless bruises on your body. “Why can’t you fucking love me, hel?!”

You didn’t know how long his violent crying fit lasted, with him weeping as he let off some steam on your helpless self.

There was no trace of the hurt, regretful man left you talked to in your cell earlier. After being finished, having reclaimed a fraction of composure, Loki pressed your face in between his hands, ripping on your mangled body to face him.

“Fate gifted me another chance to possess you, Y/N. And I will form you into a magnificent pet, I promise.”

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The Sheriff and the Murderer

Part Three

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Summary | one of the many things that you had never had the chance of doing was disposing of a body; luckily for you, you know just the right person who can tend to your aid.

Warnings | mentions of death, disposing of a body, mentions and aftermath of murder, mentions of rape, mentions of sex, swearing, mention of suicide

The smell of the carcass had your nose turning up, and the sight wasn’t much better. There was blood staining your lovely dress, that Lee had taken off hours prior. Now it was ruined, with the red digress of your husband; he always had to taint everything, and it still appeared to apply despite him being deceased.

Your eyes wallowed with water, as you thought of the mistakes you had made. There were so many, and marrying Simon had been of the greatest, considering that his treatment of you had been beyond disgraceful. And now, the red of his departed insides was sticking beneath his nails, causing you to gag.

This part, the slashing and ripping apart of his limbs, using your trusty shovel, had been worse than actually committing the initial crime. Killing him had been bliss, but this, reminded you of the possible consequences that you would be forced to partake in.

“Oh no.” You heaved, feeling nauseous from the pungent aroma, grasping at the top of your chest in sickness. You dropped his hand, that felt ironically lighter now that he was dead, letting it fall with the other parts of his distorted, and broken, body.

The worst part of all was, now that you had control of where his palms were permitted to go, and the power had you feeling complete. It had you basking in your own glory, but now, you were lost, grieving the path that you had lost regarding the man that you truly were infatuated with.

Walking backwards, and closing the shed door, you abandoned the sections of Simon, hurrying back into your empty home, and going towards your lined phone. Without caring about the prints of blood that you were padding onto the numerical keys, you dialled a woman that you knew to be in the business of cold body abandon.

For a minute, the line rang, leaving you antsy and picking at your stained nails, chipping away at the surrounding skin. All you could smell was the reminder of blood, that smothered you in a hermit of remembrance.

A remembrance of the times that he would splatter your body with his self, claiming that you were his wife, and even bragging about it to the fellas that he worked closely with. But you were nothing more than a shadow in his eyes, a prize that followed him around the house, flaunting her terrified doe eyes at his silhouette.

His greatest flaw was, aside from his poisonous and lingering touch, that smothered you in the cruelest of ways, was that he thought he was aware of everything that went on around him. It was as though he thought he were the sheriff...

But behind his turned back, your shadow would dance with the image of Lee Bodecker, in a private and disclosed matter. He was the true sheriff of the town, the wine who could order you to do anything, and you would wilfully comply.

Lee had, and never would hurt you. That was the definite difference between the polar pair. He was a lovely gentleman, and Simon, well, he was more like a rat swimming out of the sewer.

All these thoughts and actions of adultery were fair play, you slept with Lee behind the now scathed and chopped up back of your husband, whilst he bedded as many women that were actually willing to slumber with.

You were not dumb to his pattern, each night when he went out, he was pursuing a dame, but that never bothered you, because while he was out, the sheriff would make a stop, and check you over, in more ways than one.

Finally, you running with your thoughts was disrupted, for the ringing ceased. A upbeat and facade of a ‘hello’ rang though your ears, making you breathe a much deserved intake of relief.

“Hey Sandy.” You replied, holding the phone aggressively against your ear. Anything she had to say, you were willing to listen to, after all, she was a master in the ways of murder, as you knew and were trusted peculiarly with that detail of secrecy. “I need your help.”

The sound of Simon’s body parts beating around the trunk as sandy surpassed over a bump in the road reverberated through the entire vehicle. It soothed the initial silence that was exhibited in it, and nervously, you licked your thin lips, hoping that you would reach the ‘middle of nowhere’ soon.

It wasn’t that you and Sandy didn’t get along, in fact, you got along great, which was one of the reasons that she insisted to husband Carl that they leave you alive. But it was the fact that there was an unspoken gesture that waded through the air, like a muting toxin.

“Does Lee know?” She asked, finally breaking the silence like ice. It was a relief to hear voice, deep down, you were insecure that she was silently judging you for the entire ride, or at least, how far you had gone so far.

“No, and I intend for it to have a cap kept on it.” You slunk your shoulders, whilst thinking of Sandy’s sibling. He was far too good for you, he was the sheriff, and now, you deemed yourself as nothing more than a murderer.

The fact that you were a survivor of all sorts of horrid extremes wouldn’t matter to the boys in blue, they would not see you past your crime, and you feared that sheriff Bodecker would not either.

“Son of a bitch had it coming to him anyways.” Stated Sandy, being heartless to her admission. “The sight of you and that prick drove my brother insane. We all knew what he was doing to you, yet, they wouldn’t charge him, all because you were simply married to him.”

“What would you have done if Carl had dared lay his hands on you in an in-consensual manner?” You asked, plucking away at the trim of your clean skirt. Before you had left to go on this joyous trip with Sandy, you had changed, all in favour of the neighbours, and anyone else you happened to pass.

“I’d have done the same darling.” She comforted you, looking away from the road for a moment, to send you a quick and sincere smile. Things within the car were falling into their previous rhythm, it being apparent that the two of you were good and well adversed friends. “I wanted to kill Simon too, you know? But with the threats I have made in the past, it would have been far too suspicious.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, suddenly feeling guilty that if it were found to be known that Simon was butchered, Sandy would be interrogated, most likely from her own brother. “How is Carl?” You changed the subject, shifting under the grip of the seat belt.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you how my lovesick brother is?” She replied, laughing lightly at your warm face. “He’s still head over heels for you girl, and yet, the other man won your heart.”

“I wouldn’t say won it, I’d say he manipulated it.” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest to pave down the swell of tension inside. “I’d always told myself, and you, that I’d choose Lee Lee, but high school was a long time ago, and I can’t go back to sneaking kisses with him under the bleachers when your back was turned.”

“Trust me, I knew all along.” She smiled, thinking back to the simpler times. “And though, I know when he was training to be a deputy, he’d told you he had no time for a relationship, and he didn’t exactly expect you to wait for him. But you may as well have, considering the two of you continued to fornicate like wild rabbits.”

“Please stop.” You groaned at her words, covering your face with your clear and evidence free hands. “And we did not fornicate like-“

“My bedroom was right beside yours when we got that apartment, and before then, well it was against Lee’s. Trust me, when I say that I know off by heart how you sound in bed sweetie. And god, did I grimace as I heard you mewling my brother’s name.”

Breathily you laughed, thinking back to the times that were spoke of. “Sandy.” You spoke her name, earning a radical hum in reply. “I love Lee.”

“Trust me darling, I am well aware of that. The two of you are like Romeo and Juliet, except you’ve killed someone else rather than taken your own life. And then, there’s never been anything holding the two of you apart-“

“Okay, you’re trying to make a point here Sand. Nothing like Romeo and Juliet, I got it.” You nodded your head, before leaning it back into the plumpness of the head rest. “And then there’s you and Carl, Bonnie and Clyde.”

“Sweetie, you’re a killer too now, so I wouldn’t make comparisons. You’re just lucky that the first suspect for Simon’s disappearance will be a man, and then we’ll see where I am on that list. And you know me, I will always protect you, it’s what we do.”

“It is what we do.” You repeated, watching the road ahead, and tapping your feet in tune with the floundering of Simon’s own rolling feet.

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Gyu-hyuk's Epilogue 3 (Re-translated)

#Buried Stars spoilers

OMG okay, I feel like I need to expand on this, because YES, it does;

So the line you're referring to is the one where Gyu-hyuk tells Do-yoon, "딛고 일어서," which, to break it down: 딛다 means to overcome or get over something, and 일어서다 means to stand up. Grammatically speaking, this is in the imperative mood, so in a very literal sense, "get over it" is...technically...an accurate translation.

However.

In the context of the scene, I think this is misleading. In the official translation, Gyu-hyuk sounds weirdly cold and dismissive, but imo he doesn't actually come off that way in the original text? I read the "Get over it" line as more like...Encouraging? Motivational? Than dismissive, personally. It's clear to me that he's comforting Do-yoon, and I was honestly surprised at the tone whiplash in the translation.

Don't get me wrong, this scene is unsettling. It feels "off" somehow. But it's not because Gyu-hyuk is being dismissive of Do-yoon's feelings when Do-yoon is clearly still incredibly traumatized, but rather:

Because Gyu-hyuk himself seems relatively unfazed, in stark contrast to Do-yoon (Not to mention the strong Dutch angle on that CG. Come On. It just adds to the subtle creepiness of Gyu-hyuk's weirdly serene smile?)

Because one of Gyu-hyuk's biggest flaws is his tendency toward codependency, and of course

Because Gyu-hyuk is the one responsible for the murders, which is like. A pretty big part of Do-yoon's trauma.

At the time that you get this epilogue for the first time, it's likely that you haven't actually seen the true ending yet. So unless you know what happens, it's easy to chalk (1) up to Gyu-hyuk's personality—or at least, the calm and level-headed front that he puts up. You have enough evidence to arrive at (2) by this point, but it's not until you learn (3), which obviously isn't revealed until the true ending, that you realize what a deeply broken person Gyu-hyuk really is.

Without some of this background, the scene honestly reads as, idk, a bit uncomfortably codependent maybe but also...Very Heavily Romantic, in a fucked up, vaguely problematic and unhealthy way? Incidentally, I was looking up a Korean let's play of this scene on Youtube so that I could transcribe it and the streamer I was watching also was straight up like, "Why does it feel like he's flirting with me" and "Oh this feels like a romance" so I know I'm not the only one thinking this LMAO.

TL;DR This epilogue doesn't feel "wrong" because Gyu-hyuk is being insensitive and selfish, but rather the opposite—if anything, his tone is excessively warm and sweet, almost bordering on smothering.

Anyway, because I really, really hate how this scene was translated, I'm going to take a crack at a fan translation that (hopefully) captures the effect of the original text a bit better? I've highlighted the lines that I think have the greatest diff:

Original Text

GH: 또 심각한 얼굴이네. 무슨 생각을 그렇게 해?

DY: 그냥 뭐… 이것저것. 형은 아직 여유가 좀 있나 봐? 맨날 문병 오는 거 보면.

GH: 여유 있긴, 너 보러 시간을 빼는 거지. ...오늘은 좀 어때?

한도윤은 창틀을 매만졌다.

DY: 복잡해. 사람들이… 그렇게 됐으니까.

GH: … 지금은, 너만 생각해.

어깨를 토닥이는 손길에 저도 모르게 움츠렸다.

GH: 아, 미안…

DY: 아냐. 내가 아직… 다 낫질 않아서.

GH: 얼마나 걸리든 푹 쉬어, 다 나을 때까지. 복잡한 머리도 풀릴 때까지. 내가 있잖아.

이규혁의 말에 고개를 들었다. 따스한 눈길이 한도윤을 바로 본다.

GH: 너, 나… 우리 두 사람은 살아남았어. 힘들면 기대. 내가… 언제든지 곁에 있을테니까. 도윤이 네가 구해준 덕분에 난 여기 있어. 언제까지라도 널 배신하지 않을 거야.

눈앞이 흐릿해지더니, 볼에 뜨거운 무언가가 흘러내렸다. 눈꺼풀 밑으로 스러져간 얼굴들이 아른거렸다.

GH: 괜찮아.

이규혁의 손이 다시 한번 어깨를 토닥였다.

GH: 서로 의지하면서 살아가자.

고개 숙인 한도윤이 이규혁의 팔을 붙잡았다. 바람이 흔들리는 창문 소리가 적막한 병실을 울렸다.

GH: 도윤아, 딛고 일어서. 내가 곁에 있을 거야.

다정한 목소리가 멀게만 들렸다.

Official Translation

GH: You look somber again. What’s on your mind this time?

DY: Just a few things… Aren’t you supposed to be busy? You visit me every day.

GH: Busy, but I always have time to drop by to see you. How are you feeling today?

Do-yoon touched the windowsill with his hand.

DY: Complicated, considering what happened to them…

GH: Focus on yourself for now.

He fidgeted as Gyu-hyuk patted him on the shoulder.

GH: I’m sorry…

DY: No, it’s just that… I’m still recovering.

GH: Just take as much time as you want until you’re fully recovered. And I hope you can stop worrying so much, too. I’ll stand by your side.

Do-yoon raised his head to listen to Gyu-hyuk. He was staring at Do-yoon with an affectionate eye.

GH: You and me, we’ve survived. Lean on me when things are rough. I’ll always be there for you… I’m standing here because you saved me. I’ll never betray you.

Do-yoon’s eyes blurred, and tears rolled down his cheeks. The faces of their departed friends glimmered under his eyes.

GH: I’m okay.

Gyu-hyuk patted Do-yoon on the shoulder again.

GH: We’ll watch each other’s backs.

Do-yoon lowered his head and grabbed Gyu-hyuk’s arm. The sound of the rattling window hit the walls of the still hospital room.

GH: Do-yoon, get over it. You have me.

His kind voice seemed so distant.

My Translation

GH: You have that somber look on your face again. What’s on your mind?

DY: Oh, you know… This and that. I guess your schedule must be pretty free still? You’ve been visiting me every day.

GH: I wish. I’m actually making time to come see you. How are you feeling today?

Do-yoon adjusted the windowsill a bit.

DY: It’s complicated. You know… considering what happened to them.

GH: …You should try to worry about yourself for now.

Do-yoon couldn’t help but flinch reflexively as Gyu-hyuk touched his shoulder.

GH: Oh, sorry…

DY: No, it’s OK. It’s… just that my injuries are still healing.

GH: Take as much time as you need and rest until you’re fully recovered. And until your anxieties quiet down a bit, too. You know I’m here for you.

Do-yoon lifted his head as he said this. Gyu-hyuk was watching him with his warm gaze.

GH: You and I… We’re survivors. Lean on me when things are tough. Because I’ll… always be by your side. The only reason I’m here today is because you saved me, Do-yoon. I’ll never betray you, no matter what.

Do-yoon’s vision blurred, and hot tears began to roll down his cheeks. The faces of the deceased wavered beneath his closed eyelids.

GH: It’s all right.

Gyu-hyuk patted him on his shoulder once again.

GH: We’ll have each other to depend on from now on.

Do-yoon lowered his head and grasped Gyu-hyuk’s arm. The sound of the wind rattling the windowpane echoed throughout the quiet hospital room.

GH: Do-yoon, you'll overcome this. I’ll be right here beside you.

His voice was kind, but it somehow sounded distant.

[theodora3022]

Claim (Yandere Chuuya Nakahara)

Pairing: Yandere! Chuuya Nakahara X Fem reader

Summary: You have the courage to mock Dazai when he flirts with you casually, different from almost every other woman Dazai throws himself on. Seeing his nemesis being stepped on brings Chuuya great joy, which escalates to him taking a special interest in you.

Notes: So...If you read my BNHA fics you should know I have a thing for wind superpowers, so reader is going to have a wind ability in here as well. Be gone if you have problems with that. My first take on BSD, on Chuuya nevertheless... Hopefully this does not flop. I thought about writing Kunikida for this one, but I just could not get Chuuya’s smirk off my mind (Along with Fyodor’s but that is for another day) Also this is self indulgent as hell, so be warned. I’m not satifised with the final result, as some parts feels a bit forced...But there you have it. 

Word count: 2.8k 

Warnings: Drugging, coercion, mention of knife and blood, implied non con  at the end

You were sitting beside a floor window of a café when Chuuya first saw you, when he was on his way to get some beer. At first, it was not you that drawn his attention, it was that guy on the opposite end of the coffee table.

Osamu Dazai. Also known as the bane of Chuuya Nakahara’s existence and his greatest adversary. Out womanizing again, he never changes. He was about to ignore those shady behaviours and just carry on, until he hears how you are attacking Dazai with your words.

“Dazai, please. I bet you said that to every woman you met.” Slowly stirring your hot beverage, you smirk as you took a little sip. “It is a miracle how you got this far unscathed.” You seem to see right through Dazai, how clever. Now Chuuya have to hear how this can go down. His own drink can wait, this little comedy show is more worthwhile.

“But beautiful! Your eyes shine like the brightest stars, I just cannot let that go unappreciated.” “If you are so found of shining things, I can get you a pack of glitter to stare at. I would actually appreciate it if you stop staring right into my eyes, thank you.” This is a mistake, you thought. You thought Dazai was just being a good Senpai when he invites you to join him for a quick coffee at lunch. And of course being the naïve new recruit, you said yes without hesitation.

A pack of glitter? Oh dear. Out of all those years Chuuya has known Dazai, he had never seen the brunette getting such a good roast. Placing a hand over his mouth to muffle his chuckles, Chuuya is beyond amused. Most women would be too busy swooning over that pretty face, but you did not even flinch and insulted him just like that. You got some sass!  That is the first time the mafia executive had taken a formal notice of you. You are indeed a fair woman, no wonder Dazai would choose to hit on you.

He does vaguely recall recently hearing about the ADA obtaining a new recruit. A young woman with a wind ability. But you are far more interesting then that. “This has been pleasant, but I think it is time to head back to the office.” When Kunikida told you Dazai can be a handful yesterday, you did not expect this is how you would find out. You stopped him from taking out his wallet, shaking your head: “Dazai. I will pay for myself. Besides, you are in enough debt as you are now. See you back at the agency.”

Not even Chuuya can make Dazai appear this defeated, this discouraged. Just who are you exactly? Forget the beer, Chuuya needs to know all about you at once. 

Reading through your file back at the headquarters, your info is enough to make even Chuuya raise his eyebrows a couple of times.

You can command any gas to your will? That is a rare gift, even the Port Mafia had yet to secure that. Too bad you are on the wrong side, Chuuya can just think of so many ways of using your ability to its full potential. The file was put back to the storage, sure. But you had impressed him back at that café and peaked his interests. It would be hard to make him unsee Dazai being humiliated. But you did not linger on his mind much after. 

However, that would not be lasting too long. Chuuya was shocked to hear some of the members has died in dark alleys of yokohoma, apparently from lack of oxygen, but without any traces of choking or even a cut. Mori even called him to the office to discuss about this.

Pictures of you, in causal and business attire lay across the expensive office desk. You were smiling in all of them, although that smile does not look like an amused one to Chuuya now.

“Do you recognize this woman?”

How can Chuuya forget about you? The woman who gave him the best comedy show, who stomped on Dazai’s philanderer ways so mercilessly. “A new recruit of ADA. Her air control abilities must have enabled her to suck the oxygen particles out of human bodies. It also gives her the ability to levitate and an incredible speed, which is such a headache. Even Akutagawa cannot seem to finish her.”

What a little troublemaker you are. Consider Chuuya motivated. He knows you are strong, but not anyone can escape from Akutagawa. Where is the fun without a little challenge?

“I will go. My abilities would allow me to get the job done.” Heck, this once he would get something Dazai cannot have! In this mini game, at least, Chuuya would be the winner. 

“Chuuya, you seem awfully enthusiastic about this. May I ask why that is?” Stroking Elise’s hair, Mori carefully observe the young man’s expressions. “She has the guts to insult Dazai, should be a fun one. I do not plan to kill her, however. That would be such a waste.”

“Yes, that would be most ideal. Her ability would be a valueble asset, here’s some drugs if she is being too difficult.”

Oh but you are so much more then the wielder of a powerful ability to Chuuya.

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Work has been a pain in the ass lately, so on your afternoon off, you choose to take a walk along the water in the park. Everything looks so peaceful, children running amok, couples holding hands, the sound of the birds chirping, all sounds so natural and calming. You let out a sigh of relief as you settled on a bench beside a tree and closed your eyes, breathing in the forest scent, still sleep deprived from the nightmares.

Although you only killed those gangsters to defend a civilian, you regret it somewhat afterwards. You expected revenge, but not from someone like Akutagawa? You can only remove the target’s oxygen from their bodies when you are standing still and concentrated, never while fleeing for your life. If it is not for your unparalleled speed, you were sure one of those dark spikes is going to be your ultimate demise. It was too close for your liking. Before you were always able to leave safely with your ability, but this time you barely made it.

Dozing off in a park while the Port Mafia is on your trail? Chuuya would advise against that. 

However, he would say he much prefer this compliant, soft look on your face compare your sarcastic, confident grin towards Dazai. Dark circles under your eyes? Have you been having sleeping problems? Looks like the little hero is not as brave as she lets on.

Now, he needs to be careful. Even though you look as harmless as a little bunny now, Chuuya can still recall the last expressions his deceased subordinates made. Dying from oxygen loss surely does not look pleasant. While the file said you can only use that special method once per week, Chuuya cannot leave any room for errors. 

Ah, it seems you had carelessly dropped your handkerchief on the ground. You did not seem to notice. As if you want him to come near. Who is he to decline a lady’s invitations?

Sensing his approach, you jumped out the bench and distanced yourself from Chuuya. Always on your guard, this should be interesting. Instead of kept closing in the distance, Chuuya bend down and picked up your handkerchief. “Did you drop this?”

See, you were overreacting! He is only trying to tell you that you dropped something. Feeling the guilt of mistaking him for an assassin churns in your stomach, you put up an apologetic smile: “My apologies, sir.  And thank you very much.” Yet you cannot shake off the feeling of you saw him before. Is he a government official? Or perhaps a store clerk? It would be rude if you actually do know him. Yes, you definitely seen his handsome face somewhere. Reaching out to his outstretched hand, you tried to retrieve your handkerchief. But as you take the little square cloth into your hand, his slim but firm fingers snapped around your wrist like handcuffs, seizing you with a smug smirk on his face. “Let go of me, Sir. You wouldn’t want me to use my ability on you.” 

Your gaze turned cold as the winter snow, as if you are willing to punch him in the face then and there. 

A good chance to observe your ability in action. How can Chuuya miss this opportunity? You tried to wiggle out of his grasp while activating your winds, but to your horror, it does not seem to have any effect on Chuuya. Sure, his hat and hair are flowing because of the strong wind, but he has not moved a single inch, still clenching your left wrist in his hand, lips still curling upwards. Turning to your second solution: bringing rocks to hit him until unconsciousness. Why wouldn’t the rocks move? Just who is this man? “Are you with the Port Mafia?”

That took you long enough. Chuuya let out a sinister chuckle, pulls you into his embrace with ease. Locking his right arm around your waist, he whispers beside your ear: “Of course, cutie. And you just walked straight into my trap. Now, it is best if you do not move, I would hate for this knife to leave a scar on your fragile little neck.” Feeling a thin, cold blade pressed against your throat, threatening to cut into your skin, you nervously gulped. Who is he exactly? You should have memorized the faces of the big names of the mafia-

Your ability is impressive. Even Chuuya has to admit that much. If it were not for the reinforced gravity he applied on himself, he would be on the other side of the park by now. Such a shame you are working for that little agency. Crap. You finally remember. Cursing sleep depravation under your breath, you recall where you had seen his face: the files back in the agency. One of the executives, Chuuya Nakahara, with the powers of manipulating gravity. That is why your winds cannot push him away. Just how did you end up with an executive’s knife pressing against your throat? 

Under ideal circumstances, you would order the oxygen particles to stay away from this man, but that ability could only be used once per week. You have not recharged enough, and the fact that you are not in best condition does not help either. 

“Now, you got two options, sweet. First, you can try to get away, and it would not end pretty.” Chuuya laughs he feels you shiver, clearly frightened by the idea of your blood spilling out like a fountain once he slices open your throat. Your resistance has pathetic impacts on him, but you have to at least try. You have been neglecting your physical training because you often rely on that extraordinary speed your ability grants you. However, that also means you are helpless in close up situations such as present. Not so confident now, aren’t you? “Second, pay a visit to our headquarters. The boss would like an audience with you.” You certainly do not want to fall into the hands of the port mafia. However, there are civilians in the park. They did not seem to notice how Chuuya is holding you at knifepoint.  Letting yourself, an ADA agent die here would mean the agency’s reputation is done for. Getting yourself killed in broad daylight, in a public place no less! How incompetent. Looks like the only option is to go with him, for now. “Fine. I will go with you.” “Smart choice. But I would expect no less from an intelligent woman like you.” He carefully removed the knife, and just when you were about to relax and think of a retaliate method, you felt a sharp pain on your left arm. A syringe. Just what did he injected you? Watching you fall onto the ground by your knees, barely able to lift a finger due to the sedation drugs, brings him a strange sense of contentment. Chuuya does not consider himself as a sadist by any means, but after seeing how you treated Dazai, shining with confidence and smugness, only made this submissive version of you so much more satisfactory. “Do not look at me like that, dear (y/n). Just a little insurance that you would not leave without permission. I hope you understand.” You do not, but that does not concern him. Swooping you up effortlessly, Chuuya carries your weak body out of the park, straight to a van that awaits there for a long time.

You never imagined, not even in your wildest dreams, that you would be in the Port Mafia’s headquarters like this. Being carried through corridor after corridor ,by one of their executives like a doll, although not by your own free will. Guards everywhere, almost at every turn point. Maybe you can break one of the windows and fly out? Alas, that would not possible if all you can generate is little breezes due to your present condition. 

“Do not worry, (y/n).” Feeling your body tense up, Chuuya choose to reassure you, or at least try to. “If simple murder was my objective, you would be dead in that park.” 

There are worse things then death. You really did mess up this time. You do not even want to imagine what they could do to you. 

“Enter.”

Placing you gently on the carpted floor, like a fragile china artifact, Chuuya bowed to the man behind the desk. “I brought (y/n) here, as you requested.” A cloved finger lifts your chin up, forcing you too look up into his eyes. You did not flinch, instead you stared back with unveil anger burning in your (e/c) eyes. 

“Quite a feisty one. Would you like to join us? Your wind ability completely outclasses my other assassins. That speed and that special method! Truly impressive. You should not waste your talents in that agency. The Port Mafia could offer you more.”

Using the little strength you had left, you got away from the mafia’s boss’s reach and shook your head: “I would rather die a gruesome death then working for you. If you want to kill me, you can do it now.” 

“Then, I suppose we need to change our method of negotiation-” Great, you can already feel those cold torture instruments.

“I can handle it.” To your surprise, Chuuya stopped the man from saying any more. 

The older man looks to his subordinate with curious eyes. “Chuuya? Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be better to leave this to our experts?” 

“Leave it to me, boss. She would be compliant within a week, I can guarantee.” Why would he want to trouble himself with this? Well, he merely wants to claim what Dazai cannot, as simple as that. 

“As you wish, then. As long as you do not break her beyond repair, she is all yours.”

You want to shout, to scream that you are not some object to be hand over, but you just do not have the energy to do so. There is not much you can do beside being a silent observer on the ground. 

Instead of a torture chamber, Chuuya took you to his personal quarters in the Mafia base. Perhaps he wants to do this the tender way? Sway you with high salary or numerous other perks of working in this mafia? 

It is when he thrown you on the bed, straddling over your helpless form, tearing your clothes off mercilessly, you realize how wrong you were.

“You look so good under me, where you belong.” He did not even bother to unbutton your blouse, just ripped the fine fabric off swiftly, grinning at your horrified expressions. “Come on, do not look so scared. This is not like you. Where is your fierce spirts when you insult Dazai?” Has he been stalking you? How could he-

“Ah, no matter. That jerk tried to win you over, but it is me who would get you.You would forget all about him when you are busy screaming my name later. Do you think you can handle my torture methods, dear (y/n)? Gods, you are beautiful. No wonder why Dazai would be head over heels for you.” 

How you bit your lip to supress your tears, trying to cover your chest for some modesty, only made his lust increase drastically. This time, Chuuya can finally be proud of his accomplishment: claiming a prize Dazai can never possibly won.

[sarcastic-soulmate]

World's Greatest Uncle (AO3)

"Come meet your niece," Chimney says softly as he opens the door, gesturing to Maddie in the living room holding their daughter to her chest as she stares at her affectionately.

Maddie looks up when she hears the door shut, a little jumpy, like she hadn't noticed anyone else there. Buck stands behind Maddie, his hand on her shoulder as he gazes at his niece.

She's so tiny. Her eyes are a familiar shade of dark brown, already having a lot of hair despite being a newborn. She stares up at Maddie and Buck adoringly, like she's trying to figure out just what she's looking at. She reaches a tiny hand up, touching Buck's face.

"She likes you," Maddie says.

"You think?"

"Definitely." Maddie pauses for a second, looking between Buck and the baby as Chimney approaches them, kissing Maddie's forehead lightly. "Do you want to hold her?"

Buck freezes. It's not like he hasn't held a baby before, but this child is Maddie's. His niece. His own flesh and blood. He looks at Maddie, staring into her eyes, thinking about how no one has ever put this much trust in him before. Maddie gives him a shy smile, understanding perfectly the message he's conveying.

"Are you sure?"

"There's no one we trust in this world more than you," Chimney pipes up.

Buck nods, and Maddie shifts the baby around in her arms, gently handing her over to Buck.

He takes her, supporting her head with his left hand, his thumb gently brushing against her tiny cheek. She grins at her uncle, and Buck is struck again by just how much she looks like her mother, even at this age.

"She looks just like you," he whispers as she shuts her eyes, her mouth opening a little.

"Really?" Maddie asks, her excitement thinly veiled by a tone of nonchalance. "Let's go to the nursery, I wanna put her down soon."

Maddie leads him into the baby's room, Buck slowly following. There's a bit of fear in the way he carries her with him, like she's made of glass and he could drop her at any moment.

Maddie watches him silently, her eyes narrowing as if she has an idea. "Would you like a minute with her?" She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking up at him questioningly.

"You would do that?"

"Of course. Mostly because I have to pee... but..." She trails off.

Buck chuckles and waves dismissively at her as she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

He sits down on the rocking chair next to the crib with his niece in his arms, still mesmerized by her.

He's so proud of his sister; after everything she's been through, with their parents and her deceased husband, she's still able to produce the most perfect baby in the world. Well, her and Chimney.

Her eyes open again, and she lets out a few small cries. Buck looks around, bewildered, but then remembers he's alone. She whimpers again, and Buck gets an idea.

"Hey, little one. Don't worry, I got you," he whispers. "You're very lucky, you know. Having Maddie as a mom. It's funny, she's not my mother but she's been more of a parent to me than my own. She raised me. You're very lucky to have Chimney too; when he does something, he puts his whole heart into it. That's what Hen said."

She falls quiet when he talks to her, and they begin to shut, but Buck keeps talking, it benefiting her as much as it is him.

"I'm so proud of her, your mom. She's been through some things, things she'll probably tell you about when you're older, but she's still able to come out on top, doing what she does best."

Buck stands up and begins to pace around the room with her in his arms. "You're going to be loved by so many people. Your parents, me, and all our friends. You're going to have a much better childhood than me and Maddie ever did, but never feel guilty, because I know for a fact that if she had to go through everything she has before to have you, she would in a heartbeat. And so would I."

He hears the click of a camera behind him, and he turns around to see Maddie standing at the door, holding her phone and looking at him with tears in her eyes but an evil smile on her face. He hands the baby over to her, and she sets her down in the crib silently, then throws her arms around her brother, thanking him.

"You're really proud of me?" She asks.

"How long were you standing there?"

She rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips, giving him a mock glare. "Shut up and answer the question."

"Of course I'm proud of you."

"I never thought I'd be here," she admits, breaking eye contact with him, fidgeting with her hands as she stares at the ground sheepishly. "With Doug, it was never safe enough to bring a child into this world. I went to unhealthy lengths to make sure I didn't. Sometimes I wonder if I deserve any of this."

"You deserve all of this, Maddie," he says. "You deserve Chimney, you deserve this baby girl. Don't ever think that you don't, especially if it's because of Doug." A crush if anger courses through his veins as he says his name. It feels like a bad word, it feels dirty to say. If anyone understands that, it's Maddie.

"Thank you," she says genuinely. "Thank you for everything you said to her."

"You don't need to thank me, it's all true."

Maddie leans over the crib with Buck, her hands gripping the bars tightly. Buck mimics the movement, gazing at his niece and wondering if maybe one day he would have this. If not, he's perfectly content to watch this little girl grow up.

"I get the sense you'll be fiercely protective of her," Maddie says, breaking the silence.

"Definitely."

"Howie's already making a list of ways to terrorize her future boyfriends, so you'll have to stand in line."

"I'm okay with that," he replies.

They stand there, gazing at her for what feels like hours, but never seeming to get bored. Maddie leans on his shoulder and Buck drapes an arm around his sister, the wholesomeness of this moment overwhelming him.

One week later...

Buck frowns when he hears his doorbell ring, wondering who could be at the door.

He opens the door to see no one there, and when he steps outside his apartment, his foot hits something hard, causing him to look down at the ground.

There's a box on the floor. It's wrapped with a sparkly blue paper and tied with a red bow. He bends over to pick it up, searching for the tag.

To: Uncle Buck

There's no "from" on the tag, but Buck has a hunch he knows exactly who sent this to him. 

Closing the door, he strategically unties the bow, growing impatient after he does, so he rips off the paper to find a cardboard box.

He lifts the lid of the cardboard box to see a black picture frame, the words "World's Greatest Uncle" written in thick white cursive at the bottom.

He lifts the frame out of the box, gazing at the photo.

It must have been the one Maddie took the week before, when he didn't realize she was there. It's a side view of Buck, but the best part is the baby in his arms, the one he's smiling dopily at.

He traces the words at the bottom with his index finger, mouthing them as he does.

He looks back up at the photo, brushing his niece's forehead with his thumb. 

"Thanks, little one."

[oksana-moods]

Ghost of you - Part 9

Summary: Ghost realizes that, no matter how hard she tries, she can't run away from her past. When Carol's presence do more harm than good, the only way to come clean is to take a dive. A/N: Thank you again for all the support, and to let you know that we reached the point where things start to change. Starting for the song theme. Now we’ll go with ‘Writings on the wall’ from Sam Smith. We’re halfway through, lovelies. Trigger Warnings: Violence, language (a bit too much, I believe), mentions of death… if you find others, let me know. Oh, sort of WandaVision spoiler. Angst. “I've spent a lifetime running, and I always get away”

With my hands involuntarily clutching the tag, I’m sitting at the roof watching the sun slowly but inexorably going down in the horizon. Once, I heard that this is what life feels like. We born just like the sun raises, we reach our greatest point then we start to set till night embraces us. Death, just like the sunset, is inevitable. I find myself agreeing with this metaphor.

It’s been a few months since our futile attempt to overturn Thanos’s snap. And now, each one of us went different ways to try to cope with this catastrophe.

Steve, Natasha and I were still living at the compound we had nowhere else to go so we’re pretending that we were taking care of things, that we’re moving on.

Tony and Pepper are about to get married and, honestly, I hope they find happiness. While Bruce went missing again, Thor went to New Asgard, he lost everything but still had a Realm to rule; Rhodey was working for the Government in a high position, or so I heard. Wakanda lost all the royal family but Okoye was holding on, as best as she could. Rocket and Nebula stayed a bit but returned to space with promises of visiting whenever they could.

Oddly, the logo ‘Avengers’ was scattered all over the universe. We were broken, but we would still protect whom needed protection.

And there is The Avenger, the original one. Carol barely touched the ground coming back from Garden and took-off claiming she needed to check on Skrulls. Not even three weeks later she was back, and that caught me off guard. I’ve never expected for her to return, not that quickly, at least.

She’s been trying to talk to me, but I dodged all of her attempts.

Until now.

 “Hey, Mav.” I close my eyes when her voice reaches my ears. “The view from here is amazing.”

I was sitting at the edge of the roof and Carol was leaning with her elbows at the rampart.

“Yes. It is.” I answer. “What do you want, Carol?” We both know she’s not here for the view.

“To talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I got up from my seat, I’m standing in the roof starting to make my way to the door. I flinch away when her hand touches my metal arm. I shoot an outrageous look at her.

“Please.” Her eyes are so soft against my gaze that something inside me stirs. “You’ve been avoiding me. Natasha told me that you lost most part of your memories.” Her brows are so furrowed that is clear she’s upset. Why is she? I turn away from her, I’m looking at the horizon once more. Her gaze was too overwhelming, right now.

“What do you want to know?” I shove my hands inside my pockets. Damn, why am I so nervous? “Most of my memories are gone. The last four years is all I have without gaps. Wanda…” I close my eyes, still hurts to think about her. I think it always will. “She helped me to unbury whatever she could.” I saw Carol leaning at the rampart. She was trying to get closer, but I needed distance.

“I crashed after your crash.” She nodded, of course she knew this. “Whatever happened to you with the tesseract, spattered in me too. That’s why I haven’t changed, just like you.” I could feel my hands shaking inside my pockets, I was uneasy. Something about her was pulling me to the edge.

“But, what about…” She hesitated “What about your arm?”  Why is she pretending to be concerned? She’s getting under my skin and I’m feeling cornered. So, I do what every cornered animal do. They attack.

“Will you fucking stop beating the bush? Ask me what you fucking want to ask.” Oh and so she did, she was exasperated with me acting like an idiot. What was she expecting?

“I came to earth around 2007. I went to Maria’s and she told me you were at war but never make it back. I… I saw your stone. I… I…” She ran a hand through her hair. “I thought you were dead.” Her voice was a whisper but that made something burst inside me. I grieved her, even when I knew she was alive. She chose to go away and wanna play the broken-hearted role?

“You and me both!” My voice was harsh and loud, but I wasn’t yelling yet. Yet. “What do you expect me to say, huh? That I am sorry someone lied to you? That I am sorry you were sad?” The setting sun illuminating her face, making her look gorgeous than ever, made me hate her even more. “Well, news flash for you, hon. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE! I still see you die every time I fucking close my eyes.” I yelled. I couldn’t take this anymore. “I SAW YOU DIE OVER AND OVER AND OVER.” Her eyes were glossy, there was something shining inside them that I couldn’t decipher. And, Fuck. It hurt so bad. They hurt me so bad. She hurt me.

“I… Lara, I am so, so sorry they did this to you” She whispered again. She didn’t want to fight, but all I know is fight. And I only stop when I see blood.

“When I was taken by Hydra, they made me watch you die, they made me watch you leaving." My voice was low and hard, this time. "So no, I can’t stand this. Hydra took everything from me. They beat me and oh, they hit me hard. They cut off every single piece of me, and they put me through hell. But you Carol, you broke me first.”

I turned in my heels and left the roof. Each step my feet tried to betray me, make me to look back, but I kept going til reach the door. I knew I was far too harsh, my words probably cut her, but if she was bleeding so was I.

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 Days went by and I didn’t see Carol since that day in the roof. Steve told me she took a room for her at the compound, she’d be staying a bit longer. Of course she is. Like I didn’t have a lot to deal with already. Since there weren’t any assignments going on, all the workout in the world couldn’t help to ease my mind. Or heart.

  I park my motorcycle at the parking lot and pick up the flowers from inside my jacket. I check it to see if they still look good. I shrug, they’re good enough.

I walked inside the Hospital and expertly made my way to my friend’s room. It pained me to know she was sick, but she was too strong to give in that easy to cancer. She was a fighter. She inspired me. If she could go on even with her decease and losing her child, so could I.

“Buying flowers became a struggle nowadays.” I said with a smile.

Her smile lit up the whole room. “Good thing you’re not going out on dates, then.” My laugh filed the room.

“Please Maria, you’re too old to be that sassy.”

“You’re just as old as I am. The difference is just that you still look good.”

“You still look good, Ma. I’d take you out on a date.” And it was true, she was around her sixties but still look beautiful. Few lines near the eyes, but only complimented her.

“Awn, you flatter me” She put a hand on her chest, faking innocence. “I don’t go out with women, hon. But I’d definitely accept the invitation, I’m craving real food, not whatever this hospital calls food.” Instantly, this blows the air out of my lungs and I’m forced to face reality. My friends are gone and soon, Maria will be gone too. Carol told me once that her biggest fear was to bury all her friends. Fuck. I understand what she meant now.

“Geez, Mav. It was only a joke. Next time, don’t bring me flowers unless you’re bringing fries too.”

I forced a smile at her.

After the whole ordeal with the ‘Accords’ I was arrested alongside Clint, Scott and Sam. Cap came and rescued us, but I went on the road since I was an outlaw too, so my visits to Maria and Monica stopped despite keeping in touch. I wouldn’t forgive myself for the time I lost.

“Carol came to visit me yesterday.” That’s the Maria I came to know, never holding back her words. “Apparently, you’ve been giving her a hard time.”

“Oh. Did she come to cry on your shoulder?” Every time Carol’s name was brought up, I felt my brain short-circuiting. I don’t know why, but I hated it.

“Naa. I was just gossiping around, I’m an old lady, after all.” She laughed lighting up the mood. “Does it feel better to yell, to be a bitch with her?”

“What?”

“C’mon, Mav. You changed a lot, but I can still see through you. You need to vent whatever is stuck in your chest; you need to put it out.” I was frowning at the floor. “That’s the only way both of you will move on.”

“I hate her, Maria. Seeing her makes me feel like my wounds are cutting open once again. I don’t see how we can move past this, how I can forgive her.”

“If that’s true,” She pointed at my chest, and I knew what she was going to say. “Why do you still wear her tag and yours together?” All of a sudden, the Tag was heavy in my chest. Tons and tons of unspoken words, feelings, and pain weighting too much.

“I… I don’t know. It kinda feels right.” God, I’m so confused. Is it possible to be friends with Carol Danvers again? Will I, one day, forget everything Hydra made me feel with those memories? I wonder if that hopeless feeling will ever go away. Because right now, all I can think of is that, at any moment, she’ll turn her back on me or she’ll die. It’s hard to look at someone expecting, waiting for the pain that usually comes with their face.

“I know it does.” And she changed her tone to her bossy one. “So, stop acting like you have a stick shoved inside your ass and talk to her. Promise me you will.”

“All right. I promise.” I answered, it was no use try to avoid this. Maria wouldn’t drop this.

“That’s better.” She had that look like she knew that I’d comply with her request.

“Doesn’t upset you? That she left and forgot about us?” I was looking out of the window, looking at the cars outside, people were, slowly, trying to find their bearings. Trying to figure out what should be normal now. They were trying. Should I try, too?

Maria’s voice made me look at her when she replied. “It used to hurt, yes. But I’m dying, Mav, I don’t have time or patience to fight anymore.”

 After Maria scolded me enough for not talking to Carol, our conversation was lighter. She complained about the overprotective nurse, she complained that tv never had good things to watch, gossiped about other patients, and when I said my goodbyes, she made me promise to sneak some food for my next visit.

However, all the way home I kept overthinking these things I’ve been building up inside me. Something about Carol made me uneasy, like I’m exposed in a field filled with enemies, with nowhere to hide. And I don’t like it on bit. There’s something about her eyes, and I hate the intensity in them when she looks at me, it’s like they can pierce your soul, see what’s underneath… And I’m way too afraid of all the terrors that she might discover. I’m not Lara anymore, I’m not who she thinks I am, no. I’m someone else.

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 “You stole my spot.” I said as I reached the roof. The woman who I was addressing to, turned her head to look at me.

She was wearing a simple jeans with a blue t-shirt and her hair was framing her flawless face, how this woman could be so beautiful even with so common clothes was beyond me.

She gave me a tide smile that never reached her eyes, they were somewhat tired.

“Oh. It wasn’t my intention; I’ll leave you to be.”  Yes please, leave me alone. I thought to me myself, but then my conversation with Maria from last week came to my mind. Fuck. I hate making promises. She was preparing to leave when I spoke.

“There’s room enough for both of us, though.” I said with a shrug, pretending that I was okay with her company, pretending that I wasn’t uncomfortable with this proximity. Her head snapped at me, she looked at me like I had grown two heads.

“Okay.” Her voice was so soft that immediately put me on edge. I felt exposed again. What was happening with me?

 We stayed there for a while with a heavy silence between us. The tension was so thick that I’m sure we couldn’t move, that’s probably why none of us left the roof yet. There was a sea of unspoken words and as much as I hated it, we couldn’t ignore this anymore. If she’s going to stay, we’ll have to dive into this. We’ll have to work together at some point, this wouldn’t be healthy during even the simplest mission.

“You know, I’ve been in a lot of places, but none of them had such a beautiful sunset.” Her voice startled me; I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Well, it does have something peaceful, doesn’t it?” She seemed to ponder what I just said.

“One may say that this might be a spell. That there are a lot of beautiful places out there, but nothing compares to home.”

“Is it?”

“What?” She looked at me, confusion written all over her face.

“Is Earth you home?” At this, she frowned.

“Look, I know what you’re implying. I… I don’t know how much you remember from… before.” She seemed nervous. “What do you recall?”

And that’s it. There’s no turning back now, I needed to dive into this sea and hopefully I’ll reach the other side alive.

I looked forward; eyes set at the setting sun. I couldn’t deal with this and look at her at the same time. My hands started to shake so I wriggle them together to stop them, somehow.

“I remember us.” I felt a pang in my chest. Shit. What is this? “I remember you were always going back and forth to Earth. I remember when you went for good, ‘we’re too good at goodbyes’, yeah?!”

She signed heavily. “While helping Talos, I realized that a lot of people needed help. I wanted to stay, but I just couldn’t ignore innocent people dying.”

“People were dying here too.” She was frustrated, she threw her arms around impatient, but I continued before she could speak. “I know, I know you wanted to bring peace to whoever you could. And Earth already had its saviors.”  

“It’s not just like that, I…” She turned to fully look at me. “After I found out about your… death,” She struggled with the word, it fell heavily from her tongue. “I felt so helpless, so stupid for wasting away the time I could’ve had with you, I…” She was staring at me, eyes locked, and I felt myself being dragged inside. “I couldn’t forgive myself for loosing you for good.” She half whispered as if afraid of this becoming true. Like I could turn into a mirage, out of blue.

She was diving in the sea of what was left unsaid too, there’s no going back. “And when you died, part of me died too. Then Earth wasn’t home without you on it anymore, that’s why I never came back after. But then I received Fury’s emergency call, only to learn about Thanos… only to find out that you were alive this whole time.” Her eyes were glowing with such intensity, that my feet were glued to the ground. I felt a hand wrapping around mine. “I wanted to come back, back then. After I went through your door, I regretted at the very same instant, Lara.” Her voice was so soft when she spoke my name, it was like her tongue was made of velvet and it took the air out of my lungs. “After all, I wanted… I wanted so damn hard to be happy… with you. But I couldn’t find my way back, it didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’d only do more damage than I already had. And I’m so, so sorry for hurting you.”

I was so entranced in her eyes while she was speaking that up until now, I hadn’t realized how close she was, or even that her hand was gripping my flesh hand. She’s so close that I could see the fading sunlight brightening her freckles. She was so, so close that my brain was at loss.

I didn’t know if the sun was illuminating her face or if it was the other way around, but such perfection made something inside me stir, I felt strange. I felt an urge to reached out and touch her face, like I needed to feel her skin under my touch just as much as I needed oxygen.   “Why are you here now, Carol?” My voice was so soft that felt foreign, almost like a whisper. “My heart is at Earth.” She whispered back, like she was afraid of breaking this spell, this trance that was keeping both of us from moving away.