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Hounded ↦ Bellamy Blake 8. Day Trip

Synopsis: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Show: The 100

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x OC

Warnings: major series spoilers (full series will be covered), use of profanity, descriptions of violence, death, blood and gore, and mentions of drugs and alcohol.

Tags: @mellxander1993 @sweetz1919 @jordangdelacruz

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The rest of the day was spent recovering from the storm. Finn was healing slowly but surely, and the Grounder was still tied up on the top level of the dropship. I'd hardly seen Octavia, and I didn't blame her for avoiding me; part of me wished I could avoid me too.

I sat in my tent the following day, waiting for Clarke's meeting with the council to finish. We would soon know how long until the Ark would reach the ground, more importantly, how long we had left before we had proper defences against the Grounders. Until we had guns, the Grounders would always have the upper hand.

"Athena, are you in there?"

I stood from my cot, pulling open the flap of the tent. "How did the meeting go?"

Clarke shrugged. "There's an emergency depot not too far from here. Your father mentioned it would have supplies and could provide shelter for us while we wait on them to get down here."

I could feel my body tense up at the mention of my father. "That'll be good. I have a feeling we'll need to move there sooner rather than later." Stepping out of the tent, I allowed Clarke to lead me towards the dropship.

"The council set up meeting times for the rest of the day," Clarke started. "For us all to talk to our families."

I took a deep breath. "That'll be good."

Clarke stepped in front of me. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry," I spoke, rubbing my eyes. "I've just gotten so used to life down here, you know? Without the Ark. Not having to worry about my father."

Clarke nodded. "I know what you mean."

"Right," I couldn't help but frown. "Did you talk to your mom at all last night?"

"You mean, about her turning my father in?" Clarke asked, each word laced with venom. Then, she let out a small sigh. "Yeah, I told her I knew."

"What did she have to say for herself?"

Clarke shook her head. "I didn't really give her a chance to explain. I mean, what is there to explain? Nothing she could possibly say would make any of this better. She's the reason my father is dead. I don't think I can forgive her for that. Does that make me a terrible person?"

I shook my head. "It makes you human."

"Being human sucks."

I looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath. "Forgiveness has never really been my strong suit, so I'm probably the worst person to give you advice anyway."

Clarke frowned. "Well, I can help you avoid having to talk to your parents."

My eyes met Clarke's, a small smile forming across my face. "What do you have in mind?"

Clarke turned around, continuing towards the dropship. "The depot. I figure you can lead the search for it. Scope it out, see if there's anything of use there. See if it can actually be used as shelter."

"I can do that," I responded. "When do we leave?"

We entered the dropship, spotting Bellamy and Octavia standing next to the ladder.

"Whatever twisted connection you think you have with that animal, forget it. You don't get to see him. End of discussion." Bellamy turned to leave.

"Why do you even care?" Octavia pressed. "If I ruined your life, you should want me to go up there. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll kill me. Problem solved."

Bellamy looked back at her. "You know I didn't mean that."

"Bellamy," Clarke spoke up.

"The answer is still no, Clarke." He responded, now facing us. "I'm not talking to Jaha."

Clarke shook her head. "That's not why I'm here."

"What, then?"

"The Ark found some records that show an old supply depot not too far from here."

My eyes darted to Clarke. "Clarke, what are you-"

"What kind of supplies?" Bellamy asked.

"The kind that might give us a chance to live through the winter." Clarke responded. "I have to stay behind to organize visits, but I'm sending Athena and she could use some back up."

I folded my arms across my chest. "You're kidding, right?"

"Why are you asking me?"

Clarke smirked. "You want to avoid Jaha right?"

Bellamy scoffed. "Alright, I'll go."

"I thought so." Clarke said, handing me a map. "I've marked the coordinates on this map. Be careful out there, alright?"

Before I could object, Clarke had left the dropship. I turned back to Bellamy, my arms still placed tightly across my chest. "Meet me at the gate in ten minutes, or I will leave without you."

Bellamy smirked. "Someone is bossy today."

"I mean it, Bellamy," I spoke, turning to leave.

I stopped at my tent to grab my pack before heading to the gate. By the time I made it there, Bellamy was stuffing packages upon packages of nuts into his pack.

"That's a lot of rations," I mumbled. "You do realize this is a day trip, right?"

"A lot can happen in a day."

I rolled my eyes, signalling for Jasper to open the gate.

...

We had been walking for over an hour, only ever discussing the directions Clarke had given us. While the silence had left little room for a Grounder to sneak up on us, I was growing tired and needed a distraction.

"You know, the first dropship will be down soon," I spoke, earning a side-glance. "Pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever."

Bellamy scoffed. "I can try."

"Maybe he'll be lenient?" I suggested, eating some nuts from my packet. "You know, he's forgiving the rest of our crimes. Why not yours too?"

"I shot the man, Athena. He's not just going to forgive and forget."

"At least you didn't kill him."

"Has terrible aim ever in the history of law been a good defence?" He sighed. "Your honour, I concede that I shot the man, but he didn't die! No harm, no foul?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not saying you'll get off with no punishment. I'm just saying, maybe he'll opt for some time in lock-up? We don't really have to worry about wasting oxygen anymore."

Bellamy stopped, staring at the ground. "What if they find out about the radio? I mean, someone is bound to tell them. I shot the Chancellor, and then I destroyed the radio, causing three hundred innocent people to die up there."

"So it does bother you?"

He turned around, looking me dead in the eye. "Of course it bothers me, Athena." Bellamy turned back around, continuing through the forest.

"Why do you always act like you don't give a shit, then?" I asked. "I mean, why do you keep pretending like nothing matters to you?"

"I don't pretend like nothing else matters."

"You're right," I responded. "You couldn't pretend that Octavia doesn't matter to you no matter how hard you try."

Bellamy shook his head. "You have no idea."

"Octavia used to talk about you all the time," I started, smiling to myself. "Her big brother. Her greatest protector. You gave up everything to protect her."

"What's your point?"

"I'm just trying to understand how the person I heard about for eight months is the same guy I'm talking to right now." I shrugged.

Bellamy scoffed. "No matter what Octavia has told you, you'll never understand what we went through up there. What I went through. Your father would take over if anything happened to Jaha, right? That would make you Wells 2.0."

"Bellamy-"

"You will never understand, Athena. You will never know what I had to go through to keep her safe. What I had to see my mother go through." He paused, steadying his breathing. "Octavia spent sixteen years under the floor. Sixteen years confined to our tiny dorm. She was a prisoner from the day she was born and all I wanted was to protect her, or at the very least, be with her one last time before radiation killed her." He stopped, looking around. "But, it didn't."

"So you destroyed the radio because you were afraid she'd be alone? After they came down here and executed you."

"That was part of it." Bellamy nodded. "Is it so wrong just to not want to die?"

I shook my head, feeling a pang in my heart. "I don't think so."

"If I had known what would happen," Bellamy closed his eyes. "I wouldn't have destroyed the radio. I swear."

I stared at Bellamy for a moment, taking in a side of him I hadn't seen since the night in the cave. He was vulnerable. Maybe I was an idiot, but I couldn't help but believe him. Feel sorry for him even.

Clearing my throat, I pushed past him, looking down the hill we'd now approached. "The depot is supposed to be around here somewhere. There's got to be a door underneath all of this brush."

"Let's just split up, cover more ground." He sighed, beginning down the hill. "Stay within shouting distance, alright?"

I nodded, slowly making my way down the hill behind him. Broken branches from the trees surrounding us were scattered along the grass messily, having been tossed around by the storm most likely.

It didn't take long for me to find a metal door hidden under a large branch. "Bellamy, I think I found it!"

Bellamy rushed over, helping me move the branch. He tugged on the handle, to no avail. "It's rusted shut. Here, watch your foot."

I stepped back as Bellamy pulled out his hatched, bashing it against the edges of the door a few times. Putting the hatchet back on his belt, he signalled for my help. After a few tugs, the door swung open.

"Woah," I gasped, peering down the stairs. "Here, take this," I said, handing him one of two flashlights before descending into the bunker.

Bellamy followed behind. "Do you really think this place hasn't been touched since before the war?"

"A girl can dream."

We continued through the bunker, coming across another set of stairs. My light shone over a skeleton, leaning up against the bannister.

"A hell of a place to die," Bellamy commented.

"So much for living down here. This place is disgusting." I said, looking around the spider-web infested room. "Damn it."

Bellamy sighed. "Anything left down here is ruined."

I soon noticed a shelf, shining my light against it. "Hey, I found some blankets!"

"Excited about a couple of blankets?" Bellamy grumbled.

"It's something, at least," I responded, rolling my eyes. "We might not be able to live down here, but at least these will help us stay warm. Even if it is just a little bit."

"How about a canteen? Or a medkit? Or a decent freaking tent?" Bellamy snapped, kicking a barrel in front of him.

I spun around, noticing the contents of the barrel spilling out onto the floor. "Holy shit," I mumbled, rushing over.

Bellamy smiled, kneeling down next to it. "I'll be damned."

Two guns laid on the floor, surrounded by grease.

"Do you think they'll still work?" I asked, picking one up.

"I guess we'll find out," Bellamy responded, looking around. "Help me with the rest of the barrels. Maybe there's more guns, some ammo."

We headed around the room, kicking over every barrel insight. In total, we came up with fifty guns, but only enough ammo to fill half of them twice.

"This changes everything. No more running from spears." Bellamy spoke, a glimmer in his eyes. "Ready to be a badass, Athena?"

I bit my lip. "I know we need these, but I don't know how I feel about bringing them back to camp. We do have murderers among us."

"Who could've killed us by now with anything else lying around camp." Bellamy pointed out. "I know what you mean, but trust me, those killers are focused on the Grounders. Not any of us."

"You're right," I confessed.

"We're lucky these guns were packed in grease. The fact that they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore." Bellamy grabbed a sheet from the shelf, drawing a target on it with some dust. "You need to learn how to do this."

I nodded, lifting the gun and pointing it at the sheet. "So I just hold it on my shoulder?"

"Just a little higher," He spoke, standing behind me. He placed one hand on the gun and another on my upper arm. I could feel his warm breath on my ear, jagged with each inhale and exhale. "Uh, yeah, that's good." He spoke, moving away. "Here, watch and learn."

I stepped back, watching him pick up another gun. He aimed it at the target, pulling the trigger. The gun clicked, nothing coming out. "Still watching," I spoke, smirking.

He shook his head, turning to me with a smile. "My bullets are duds. Try yours."

I stepped back into place, aiming the gun and pulling the trigger. A bullet flew out of the gun, shooting through the sheet. "That was amazing!" I spoke, smiling ear to ear. I turned to look at Bellamy, my face now pale. "Am I horrible for feeling that?"

He shook his head again, still smiling. "Try again."

"We shouldn't waste the ammunition."

"You need to practice."

"We need to talk about how we're going to keep these guns around camp," I started. "Where we're going to keep them, who has access to them." Bellamy rolled his eyes, opening a pack of nuts and eating a small handful. "You left Miller in charge of the Grounder," I continued. "You must trust him."

Bellamy nodded. "You should keep him close. The others listen to him."

I raised an eyebrow. "Bellamy, what's going on? You've been acting weird all day and you took a shit-ton of rations-" I stopped, my eyes widening. "You're planning on running. That's why you agreed to come today. You were gonna load up on supplies and just take off?"

"I don't have a choice, Athena." Bellamy sighed. "The Ark will be down here soon. You said maybe they'd just lock me up, but there's no way I'm giving Jaha the satisfaction."

"What about Octavia?" I asked. "You can't just leave her."

"Octavia hates me. She'll be fine."

"Octavia is upset, but she'll get over it. She loves you." I spoke, stepping closer. "Please, Bellamy. Don't do this."

Bellamy stared at me for a moment, his eyes softening. "Come with me."

I stared back, my heart stopping for a moment. "What?"

"Screw everyone else," Bellamy responded. "Let's just go."

"Bellamy-"

"Clarke knows where the depot is." Bellamy started. "We can take a gun, some ammo, and go somewhere else."

"We can't just abandon our people. Your people, as you've said over and over again since we got down here." I spoke, stepping back.

Bellamy rolled his eyes. "Keep practicing. I need some air."

"Bellamy, wait!"

"Don't worry, Athena." He spoke, walking away. "I won't leave just yet."

As his silhouette disappeared, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Come with me. He asked me to come with him, and for just a moment, I thought about it. Could we find a place where the Grounders would never find us? Would the others manage on their own until the Ark came down? Leaving them to fight without my help just didn't sit right with me.

I placed my gun on the shelf, grabbing a few more nuts. Then suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.

"You've always been just like your father, you know?"

I turned around, the room having morphed into my bedroom on the Ark. Standing in front of me was my mother, as clear as ever.

"Mom?" I gasped, rushing over and throwing my arms around her.

"My sweet baby," She spoke, giving me one of her tightest hugs. "I've missed you so much."

I opened my mouth to respond, reality slowly sinking in. Looking up at my mother, I frowned. "You're not really here, are you?"

"I'm afraid not," She confessed.

"How is this possible?" I asked, stepping away.

My mother turned away, looking around the room before sitting down on my bed. "I'm thinking 'why' is more important."

I frowned. "Because I need you."

"What for, Sweetheart?" She asked, patting the bed next to her.

I sat down next to her, feeling her arm wrap around my back. "I don't know what to do. I'm so scared, Mom. All of the time. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to keep us all safe. I don't think I can."

"Are you trying your best?" I nodded. "That's all you can do." She said, pausing for a moment. "But, you can't run away, baby. You're better than that."

I pulled myself away, standing in front of her. "You don't understand what it's like down here."

"Of course I do," She said, smiling. "I'm you, remember?"

"Right," I frowned. "So I guess you're my conscience?"

"I'm whatever you need me to be."

I let out a huff, shaking my head. "That's not really helpful, you know?"

"Would you prefer to speak with your father instead?" She asked, letting out a small chuckle.

"That's not funny," I hissed. "And for the record, I'm nothing like him."

"Are you sure about that?" I raised my eyebrow at her. "Here you are, worrying about the safety of your people. Having to make the hard decisions to keep them alive, a burden he's carried since before you were born."

"Dad has never had trouble making the hard decisions."

"Athena-"

"If you're going to try and defend him, just save it. He let them lock me up." I spoke, tears forming in my eyes. "Aside from our family, Jaha and Jesse's family, nobody else knew what I did. He's the second in command! He could've talked to Jaha, asked him to let it go, but he didn't. He's never stood up for me, not once in my entire life. He knew they were sending us down here, and he did nothing to stop it. He sent me, his own daughter, down here to die."

My mother frowned, her eyes shifting to the floor. "You know none of that was within his power. He loves you, more than anything."

"Now I know for sure you're not real," I scoffed. "You'd never lie to me."

"Too bad I couldn't say the same for you."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. "I never told you I was sorry. For what I did. Stealing your keycard. I know you could've lost everything."

"But you did it anyway, all to save someone you loved. Look where that got you; locked up and sent down here to die."

"You're saying Dad did the right thing?" I rolled my eyes.

"Not everything is black and white, Athena." She started. "Sometimes you have no other choice. Being a leader is doing what's right for your people, not what's right for you or one other person. Your father knows that, and so do you."

I shook my head, a tear falling down my cheek. "I'm not ready to forgive him."

"Whatever," My mother spoke, her voice suddenly changing. "Crazy bitch."

"Mom?" I asked, feeling a hard smack against the back of my head.

Then, everything went black.

...

I woke up on the cold ground of the bunker, my head throbbing. Sitting up, I looked around the room, noticing Bellamy's pack still sat on the ground where he left it. Whoever knocked me out, it definitely hadn't been him.

"What am I supposed to do?" It was Bellamy's voice.

I pulled myself off the ground, grabbing my gun and running out of the bunker.

"Do you think you deserve to be free of your pain? Do you deserve that gift?" I recognized the voice as Dax, one of the murderers of our camp. "Because you're going to get it."

I hid behind a tree, poking my head out, struggling to see in the darkness. Dax stood over Bellamy, holding one of the guns we'd found. Bellamy lifted his hand, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Nothing personal," Dax said. Then, he pulled the trigger, nothing coming out.

"Put the gun down, Dax," I spoke, stepping out from behind the tree with my gun aimed at him.

Dax spun around, shaking his head. "You should've stayed in the bunker, Athena. I tried not to kill you, but here you are, and Shumway said no witnesses."

"What is he talking about?" I asked, my eyes shifting to Bellamy for a moment.

"Shumway set it up. He gave me the gun to shoot the Chancellor."

I froze for a moment, Dax taking the chance to move closer. "Walk away now, and I won't kill you. This is your last chance."

"I can't do that, Dax."

He nodded. "Your choice."

I pulled the trigger before he could, this time my gun being the one to jam. He was quick to pull the trigger next, and I dove behind the tree just in time.

"No!" Bellamy yelled, tackling Dax.

I could hear them struggling behind me as I remained behind the tree, reloading my gun. Stepping out, I fired again and again and again, nothing coming out. I watched Dax climb on top of Bellamy once more, pushing the gun hard against Bellamy's throat. Giving up, I ran towards.

"Get the hell off of him!" I yelled, swinging the gun at him.

Dax dodged me, hitting me in the stomach with his gun, causing me to fall to the floor. I clutched my stomach, gasping for air, Dax's eyes still on me. With no time to waste, Bellamy grabbed a discarded bullet, stabbing Dax in the neck with it.

Blood spilled from Dax's mouth as he fell backwards, slowly bleeding out. Finally, he stopped moving.

I crawled over to the tree, leaning myself up against it as Bellamy rushed over, still struggling to catch his breath. He placed his hand on my knee, leaning himself against the tree as well.

"It's okay," I spoke, slowly catching my breath. "You're okay."

"No, I'm not." He choked out, tears forming in his eyes. "My mother... If she knew what I've done, who I am. She raised me to be better. To be good. And all I do is hurt people."

"Bellamy-"

"I'm a monster."

"Hey, you saved my life today. You've saved my life twice now." I spoke, grabbing his hand. "You may be a total ass half the time but... I need you. We all need you. None of us would've survived this place if it wasn't for you."

He shook his head. "They have you. And Clarke."

"We couldn't have kept everyone alive without you by our sides," I confessed. "You want forgiveness, fine, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven, okay? But you can't run, Bellamy. You have to face it."

"Like you faced your father?" He asked, catching me off guard. "Come on, Athena. I know you only came here today to avoid talking to him."

I sighed. "You're right. I don't want to face my father. I don't want to face any of it. I would love to run away and start a life far away from everyone else, far away from all the death and destruction, but we don't have a choice."

"Jaha will kill me when he comes down."

"I won't let that happen," I spoke. "We'll figure something out."

Bellamy nodded. "Can we figure it out later?"

I nodded, leaning my head back against the tree and letting go of his hand. "Whenever you're ready."

...

We returned to camp later that night, pushing our way through a crowd surrounding the dropship. Miller had just informed the camp that the Grounder had gotten free, nowhere to be found.

"What if he brings other grounders back?" Jasper asked.

"He'll kill us all!" Another delinquent spoke.

"Or worse."

"Let the grounders come," Bellamy spoke, us both reaching the front of the crowd. "We've been afraid of them for far too long, and why? Because of their knives and spears. I don't know about you, but I'm tired of being afraid."

Bellamy and I both dropped the sacks we'd made of sheets, them falling open to reveal guns. Clarke eyed them in amazement as everyone cheered around us.

"What about the bunker?" She asked.

I shook my head. "We can't live down there, but we did find blankets."

Clarke nodded, raising her voice. "These are weapons, not toys, alright? We have to be prepared to give them up to the guard when they get down here."

"But for now, they'll keep us safe," I added, earning a small smile.

"There are plenty more back at the depot that we couldn't carry," Bellamy spoke. "Tomorrow we start training, and if the grounders come, we're going to be ready to fight."

Everyone dispersed, Monty and Jasper carrying the guns to the dropship for storage overnight. Clarke placed her hand on my arm, grabbing my attention.

"I got you a meeting with Jaha," Clarke said. "He's waiting."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"What do you need to talk to him about anyway?"

"It's not for me," I responded, my eyes landing on Bellamy. "He was going to leave, you know?"

Clarke's eyes widened, her face turning red. "Are you kidding me?"

I shook my head. "I convinced him to talk to Jaha. Promised I'd do it with him. He's just scared, Clarke."

Her face softened and she nodded. "I get it."

I watched as Bellamy marched over, his eyes shifting nervously around camp. "Are we doing this?"

"Jaha is waiting. Are you ready?"

Bellamy huffed. "No, but let's get this over with."

The two of us headed to the tent, Bellamy gesturing for me to enter first. I pushed the flap aside, quickly spotting Jaha's face on the monitor in front of us. Bellamy took a deep breath, sitting down first and putting on his headset. I did the same.

"Mr. Blake," Jaha spoke. "I've been wanting to talk to you for some time now."

"Before you do, there's something I'd like to say." I started, glancing at Bellamy before looking back at Jaha. "When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculously, most of us are still alive. In large part, that is because of him, because of Bellamy. He's one of us, and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us."

Jaha scoffed. "Athena, I appreciate your point of view, but it's not that simple."

"It is if you want to know who on the Ark wants you dead."

I watched as Jaha contemplated Bellamy's offer. Finally, he responded. "Bellamy Blake, you are pardoned for your crimes."

Bellamy let out a sigh of relief, and I couldn't help but do the same. I placed my hand on his, squeezing it slightly and earning a small smile from him.

"Thank you," Bellamy spoke.

Jaha nodded. "Now, tell me who gave you the gun."

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AN: Here we are with chapter eight! I hope you all enjoyed this one. Please remember to like/reblog and share your thoughts <3

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Ok gonna copy and paste the majority of my recent owl house theories and thoughts so

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ALRIGHTY EVERYONE ANOTHER CARTOON BANGER TWEET COMING YOUR WAY FOR THE OWL HOUSE

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THEORY TIME🌔🌛🌞🌚🌝

me and friend were talking and me looking and thinking about the collector made me realize he has a lot of traits people wouldn't like from peter pan, the main one being of how childish he is or the proper representative of a child, children don't know empathy at a certain age and have to learn it.

The collector from what we have seen is very much a child or like it, they are bored, they wanna play, they would burn ants if they could.

They are waiting on a chance to have fun, every scene with them they act and give that vibe of a child. But we know that is no God damn child. That is something ancient, powerful and like a child no real concept of what's good or bad so they go for what's fun even if it hurts others, unless it's a act.

But let's say for now it's not, the collector is far too powerful to be left on their own. The titan knew that the collector could not be left alone think of what it was like and the chaos of what they did. So much so that the titan trapped them beneath their own body, Belos is the type of guy to think he is in control at all times, but this, this is a powerful child one with powers Belos can't just compete with, the collector has been helping Belos because they think it's fun.

That this is all a game and more than likely thinks of Belos of a fun toy till the next thing comes along, Belos may not be a witch, but he does fit the bill for a warlock and his patron will toss him away when given the chance.

But also look at how much of jester the collector looks like, they give off a silly clown vibe. Also a shout out to my friend Koi for pointing out the dislike of wizards on the isles and that maybe the collector is a wizard thank you this has been my theory.

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I'mma put this here and twitter

In light of the new twst character being the "priest" I would kindly ask disney not the blorbo or uwu the villain from pocahontas that man is a colonizer

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ALRIGHTY COMING WITH A NEW CARTOON THEORY, MAINLY FOR THE OWL HOUSE SPOILER WARNING

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ALRIGHT THEORY TIME AFTER SEEING WHAT OLD RACIST COLONIZER GASLIGHT BITCHLOS, from what we can see in the background of the latest episode the hollow mind. We see who Bitchlos really is and more this theory is going to touch on some things.

We know the brothers got stuck and as belos said he is a witch hunter, but I wonder if he started off that way, this theory points out things we see in the background mainly his older brother who from what we can tell met a witch and fell in love. They got married and she was obviously pregnant at the time, and Bitchlos being a racist asshole who more than obviously has control issues and mega narcissism couldn't deal with the fact his brother thought he could just leave him and marry and have kids with one of those less than human witches?!

This man like any other racist is totally fucking pissed as someone who comes from a family who racist family members said fuck you to my side this gives me those vibes.

He feels possession of his brother, and so indoctrinated on what they were taught that he was willing to kill him. But him being Bitchlos couldn't accept that he did this to his brother he blames those witches they seduced him with their magic and wild ways, he had no choice their magic was too strong.

But we know he wants to end all magic he cares not for witches and he may not be talking to the titan he's talking to the collector who is trapped under the titan.

My theories for now are that the witch we saw is Eda and Lilith's grandmother or great grandmother, and that some how some way they are related to Bitchlos.

Flapjack choose Hunter because he is the closest to looking like his previous Master, Bitchlos brother, and remember birds are a clawthorne palisman type. He has a grudge against the Clawthornes is because they are a remnant of his deceased brother and the witch who stole him from him.

This is not including on hunter pointing out Darius looking sad, and him saying he knew the previous golden guard, who was his mentor.

Look we are in pain and Dana I am scared, we love you Dana 💖💋

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People really getting mad at folks shipping Shuri x Namor, talking about it being predatory with him being 500 years old, but at the same time not batting a eye and thor and Jane, lord forbid any vampire fics, or *cough*Twilight*cough* people are excited and we know he did what he did without spoilers people can just stop before he did what he did write fanfics where it doesn't happen, this isn't to say that other ships aren't bad, like I like Shuri x Riri, but also Shuri x namor hits differently.

I hate to say it but we don't see a lot of poc characters getting this much love or hype a lot of times, and fandoms tend to not treat poc characters well, and I just feel weird people are saying shipping this is awful and predatory, because of him, it's calling a poc man a predator when he has done nothing to her in that kind of way.

Also we understand the message and the importance of the film, but at the sametime let people have fun there are so many other movies that have a important message, and people let them go ahead with their fun like it's no problem but when it comes two poc characters now everyone has a problem.

Everyone Chill out have fun enjoy the film it was made to be enjoyed, ship some characters that I will once again both legal ages have fun.

Ps,

I look forward to all the reader inserts keep me fed beloveds💖❤️‍🔥♥️💖❤️‍🔥💖

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My #1 post of 2022

I saw the invitation I'mma need more of that, black female horror movies like that it's a spot that I don't really get filled. So yeah I'mma need ya'll to watch it so we can get more movies like that. We need more black horror brides or with romantic overtones with horror.

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"I'm not happy anymore."

Synopsis: The JJK boys tell you they aren't happy with your relationship Warnings: Major Shibuya arc spoilers Tags: Angst Notes: Ouch. Itadori's hurt the most bc HELLO that would actually happen if he did have a love interest :(

ft. Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Noritoshi Kamo

♡*.✧

𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

↳ "I'm not happy anymore y/n." Yuuji's words were soft and subtle. The paining words washed away your heart in sadness. "I'm sorry." You couldn't think of what to say. All you could do was look at your now ex-boyfriend and see how much he's changed. His physical appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. His mentality was the biggest change you noticed.

"I know Yuu, I know." You blinked the tears away and tried your hardest not to let your voice crack "It's quite obvious now. Don't be sorry. It happens." You two shared one final kiss.

That kiss was the last ounce of happiness he'd feel in a while. He loved you, he loved you so much that he broke your heart in order to protect you. Every time Yuuji has someone he cares about, they're always stripped from life. Yuuji didn't want that for you. He couldn't lose you like how he lost Junpei, Nanami, and Nobara.

What he didn't realize was that he'd lose you no matter what he decided to do.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

↳ You and your fiancé had been arguing nonstop about your upcoming wedding. The stress was taking a tole on you both. With you planning everything out and Satoru going on dangerous missions you couldn't help but feel all alone.

"Come on Satoru! It's one night. Would it kill you to take the day off? Maybe spend some time with your soon to be wife?"

"You know how the higher-ups are. I can't afford to take a day off."

"Really Satoru? You'd rather go to Shibuya for work instead of accompanying your fiancé to our rehearsal dinner?" Gojo sighed and seated himself in one of the couches that sat nicely in the spacey living room. "Is work that important? Am I not important enough?"

"Maybe you're right. Work is that important and maybe — maybe I'm not happy anymore." Gojo choked on his words. He realized what he had said had no meaning to it, he was only in the spur of the moment. However this had been enough for you to put the pieces together.

"Yeah. I'm not happy either." Gojo's heart dropped. Of course he didn't mean what he said but only he knew that. "I'm sorry I thought that I was ever a priority." You were about to disappear into the hallway before you stopped and said "I'll call the wedding off. Have fun in Shibuya."

The next day Gojo Satoru wished he had taken a day off to be with his beloved. He would have never had to relive the trauma of losing his bestfriend. He proposed to you because you mended his heart, and all he's ever done is break yours.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

↳ You were stuck. Your boyfriend whom you loved so dearly made a decision. One that decided his future. It was so painfully obvious that his vision for his future didn't have you in it. You knew this love you shared had a time limit on it.

"Y/n? Were you listening?" He flashed his tender smile to you.

"Suguru I wanna break up."

"Is this about the thing? Because if it is —"

"No it's not about your decision. It's about your future not having enough room for the both of us. Let's just end it now before it's too late."

"No y/n, don't say that. We can work it out we can —"

"No Getou. We can't. You're not happy with me, and it's painfully obvious. If you were, you wouldn't go off chasing this motive of yours. I'm not enough to make you change your mind, and I think that speaks for itself."

Getou spent the rest of his evening wallowing in the words you had said to him. He had still decided to leave praying that one day you two can meet again in another life living happily, something he couldn't do with you in this life.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

↳ You and Toji were fairly happy with the life you two created for yourselves. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself.

Deep down you always knew that your love wouldn't be enough for the both of you. Toji didn't love you the way you loved him. It was a mere delusion that you indulged yourself in. Toji Fushiguro loving you, how rich.

"Toji." You stood in the door frame of your bedroom. The curtains were closed leaving a dim and cold room. Your husband was sitting at the edge of your shared bed with a cigarette lit between his lips.

"Mhm?" The look he had given you gave you your final answer. He wasn't happy, and he never will be. You're not her. You never will be, so why pretend any longer?

"Nothing." You joined Toji, sitting behind him draping yourself over the muscular figure in front of you. It wasn't so bad.

Maybe you could love him enough for the both of you, maybe.

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

↳ You and 'toshi have been together for quite some time now, you two were only getting older meaning he needed to settle down soon. You knew that his clan would never accept you as his bride, but you wanted to stay with 'toshi.

However, things don't always go out the way you planned them. "I said I'm not happy." Noritoshi Kamo, the boy you had helplessly fallen for, thinking the time spent on him would mean nothing since you two had 'forever.'

"'toshi? What do you mean? You were fine yesterday— we were fine yesterday."

"I'm sorry y/n, you just don't do it for me anymore."

Noritoshi knew he was lying. His mother knew about you, and as expected she hated you. She saw you as another gold digger looking to snag her son away from the Kamo clan. He knew if he hadn't broken things off with you that you'd end up getting hurt. In order to prevent that Noritoshi had sacrificed the love you two had.

The love that took years to build. "You'll find better." he whispered to himself before giving you one final kiss to the forehead.

♡*.✧

Notes: Idk how to write for Nori but he needs more recognition so >:D ALSO this is unedited lmao

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Sooo that What If episode huh. I'd love to hear what you think of the episode. Do you think that Stephen is capable of doing what he did, even after being warned by his own self?

Oh my goodness. Oh do I have so many thoughts.

For those who don't have the tag up, this post definitely contains What If Episode 4 spoilers. So. Yeah. Spoilers ahoy!

I was optimistic for episode 4 after the Watcher's actor, Jeffrey Wright, said it was his favorite episode. And now that I've seen it, it's easy to see why.

I thought the episode was an absolute masterpiece. It's a modern Greek tragedy, where a powerful person through their hubris suffers the greatest of falls. You don't see this trope often anymore in modern media; either the stakes in a drama are more of a modern tragedy where impulse and/or bad luck rather than hubris cause the fall, or in stories where a loss would cause utter devastation, the properties are in genres like superhero stories that cannot afford to make such risks due to the money involved in producing a story like that. Infinity War was adjacent to it, but everyone knew it would be reversed in some manner with the next film - and it wasn't the story of one protagonist like Greek tragedies tend to be.

That Marvel can afford to make such risks on the smaller screen is fantastic for modern storytelling. Tragedy is a major, major genre that has an important part in human history and as part of the human condition explored in fiction. That it's largely been lost in popular media and modern stories is a shame - you really have to seek it out in smaller projects to find it these days.

But you're not here to listen to me ramble about thematics. You're here for Stephen.

Stephen's greatest flaw in the MCU is his hubris, hands down. I mentioned this trait in my posts refuting the comments claiming he was OOC to do something reckless. His belief that he is good enough to do basically anything he sets his mind to is a lesson he has to learn in humility -- and in the MCU, he hasn't quite gotten there.

After all, in both the main MCU and What If, Stephen does what he is explicitly told not to do with the Time Stone and manages to find a way to prevent the world from being consumed by Dormammu with that strategy. In the MCU, he's told to move on from fixing his hands and his act in not following that advice leads him to mystical powers. It's only when he learns the lesson that it's not about him that his need to put his need to fix his hands first and foremost finally takes a back seat.

In What If, he doesn't get that lesson. He is motivated by a stronger grief, of lost love. In this universe the two are still clearly in a good relationship and still seem to be together. Stephen had let go of Christine already in the MCU as a romantic interest, and had moved on. In What If, that relationship was ripped from him and proved to be a motivator to prevent it. O'Bengh hit the nail on the head that people will suffer a good deal more for someone they love rather than for something strictly for themselves.

And by the time the Ancient One was able to pinpoint a moment to speak with him when he wasn't immediately reverting time back, he had tried to save Christine god knows how many times. Dozens? Hundreds? In other words, he was already going down the obsessive path of needing to prove he could fix it.

Then time comes into play. It's mentioned a couple times in the episode that Strange Supreme spent centuries curating his power. That is a long time for a person to be mostly alone with their thoughts. So combine this with experiencing a loved one's death repeatedly and you have the makings of a broken man who will heed no warning, no matter who says it.

Unbroken Stephen, in contrast, didn't start the spiral of seeing Christine die over and over and over -- and then centuries with that grief and little resistance to his plans. Without all of that, as well as proof of the world breaking, he was able to listen to his mentor and more or less immediately reject the possibility of bringing back Christine without breaking the world, even though it hurts him.

What was one of the most interesting moments in the episode was how angry Strange Supreme became when Stephen told him that reality was breaking. He yelled at him not to lie to him and his shape contorted. Strange had been feeding himself the delusion that he could fix everything and it would all be fine for so long that he couldn't handle being told that reality was already breaking.

And that delusion he told himself until it was the only truth in his mind broke the world.

The fall is the most powerful part of the classic tragedy. You as a member of the audience know that everything will end badly the way it is going, yet despite that knowledge, the fall is still painful to watch, even if it was their own actions that caused it. You still feel for the protagonist because, no matter their greatness and power, they are still so very very human.

And the terrible fall makes this episode a triumph in storytelling.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #what if #what if spoilers #meta #mcu

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Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: fantasy au, violence, smut, angst, fluff, non-major character death, pregnancy, dub con/fuck or die but only kinda?, enemies to lovers, there's an arranged betrothal somewhere in there that eventually goes away, spoilers for dabi's identity

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Two months later

"Samhain, like Beltane, is a time when that which lies between the worlds stretches thin and, in some places, simply rends. However, the nature of Samhain is somewhat different than its warmer cousin; because Samhain is a time of looking both forward and backwards, meditating on the future and the past, even things as small and insignificant as stray thoughts occurring on a Samhain night have a strange way of manifesting into reality. Given this known nature of the sacred day and the plans made by what history will remember as the Samhain Council, it is no surprise that many suspect their plans to have been a spiritual manifestation of what was to come.

— Balthazar the Wise, On the Age of Unrest

The council room was freezing cold despite the fire blazing in the hearth, and Todoroki Shoto was sick and tired of hearing complaints. Most of all, though, he was tired of hearing this specific complaint, and it took all of his patience just to keep from lighting himself and everyone else on fucking fire to get away from it.

"I've told you once and I'm telling you again," Shoto snapped at the young lord standing before him, losing his patience, "I don't know where she's gone, what she's doing it, or why she's doing it, and I won't know until she's back or I learn to close my eyes, strain very hard, and shit a high priestess for you. Is that clear, Aoyama?"

The glittery noble bowed and scraped and offered so many profuse apologies that Shoto would almost have felt bad for the man had he not known that Aoyama was the Empire's little lapdog.

"Of course, my lord," said Aoyama, bowing so low that his forehead almost touched the floor. "Forgive me if I've displeased you, my lord…"

On and on he went, apologizing and bowing and making a bloody great fool of himself— it grated Shoto's nerves terribly. If he'd been a worse man, he'd have the damn fool put in the stocks for an hour and see if he couldn't learn to keep his bloody mouth shut, but as it was, honor restrained Shoto from doing as he pleased. Instead, he awkwardly dismissed pleas for forgiveness and ushered the man out of his sight, slamming and barring the door shut behind him as if in fear of the poor sod coming back.

Across the room, Bakugou snickered nastily.

"You should have let me take a shot at him," said the fair-haired, blast-crazy fool, sparking little explosions on each of his fingers. "I could get him out faster and warm us all up a bit in the process."

"Don't be crass," Midoriya scolded, but the remark was half-hearted at best. "Aoyama is just doing what he has to for his family— they poor guy's scared to death of what'll happen to him if we don't meet their demands."

Todoroki sighed, and Momo, bless her, gave him a pitying look before asking the question he was dreading.

"Do you really not know where she's gone?" Momo asked, worry creasing her brow. "She didn't say anything before she left?"

"No," he replied tiredly. "She was supposed to be back after Beltane because she was only going to the festivals but— circumstances have changed, apparently."

Todoroki was unsure as to how much he should reveal. Too much, and it would draw attention away from more pressing matters and potentially put more pressure on (Y/N) than she could handle at her return; too little, and not only would feelings be hurt, but it could end in bloodshed.

"You know something you're not telling us," Uraraka observed keenly, "And that's alright, but there are some things we're entitled to know, Shoto. Is (Y/N) alright? Is she alive?"

She's right, he mused, shamed by his own secrecy. They deserve at least this much.

"Last I heard, she was in fine health," he replied, his eyes flitting over to Midoriya. "It would appear…it would appear that she is with child as well."

The room was silent, then—

"Yours?" Iida queried, but Todoroki shook his head.

"I— we never—"

He looked away, his face burning with embarrassment.

Kirishima whistled lowly. "Well, I never imagined this happening. Do you know who… ?"

What to reveal, what to omit? Todoroki couldn't have said for sure since Twice hadn't specified, but there was only one person he could imagine the father could be. The father of her child was no lackey, no insignificant pawn in this game of chess; he had to be a big player, someone with the knowledge, motivation, and ability to send a trustworthy scout like Twice into enemy territory just to fetch a Healer for the mother of his child.

The father of her child, Todoroki thought, had to be Dabi.

But how, he wondered, and why?

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I intend to ask soon. I'm to meet with her two months hence with your mother, Midoriya. All will be answered then. In the meantime, I've not the faintest clue where she could be or what she might be planning."

"There's a good explanation," Bakugou reassured him in that blunt, unpolished way of his. "We don't need to worry about that. I don't know about the rest of you, but from the moment I met (Y/N), I felt the hand of the goddess on her, moving, changing her. I'm sure she's exactly where she needs to be, doing exactly what she needs to do, which is more than I can say for the bloody rest of us."

There was a collective wince around the table at that. Tonight would be the observance of Samhain, and every lord and lady at the table felt the pull of home, longed to be with their people— but as it was, their elders were taking care of things within their own clans, leaving the council in this room to liaise and discuss affairs of state.

"I don't see what more we can do than what we've already done," Kaminari sighed, resting his head on a fist, looking as tired as Todoroki felt. "The people of my clan have given all the crops they had to spare and then some, and still the Empire demands more— even the larger villages have precious little to sacrifice tonight, and their spirit is all but broken by fear and hunger."

"It's the same with mine," Mina agreed, "The same with all of ours— but what can we do?"

Nothing, Todoroki nearly spat, but he restrained himself.

"Between the Empire and the League, this land will bleed and limp and starve its way into an empty waste," Momo observed quietly, eyes downcast. "This method of survival isn't sustainable. It isn't even living."

"Is it war, then?" asked Midoriya, equally soft.

Bakugou harrumphed.

"War or famine. A quick death, or a slow, agonizing one." He shook his head. "That's no choice at all."

"The real question is whether or not such a war can be won," Iida interjected. "As we are, divided, scratching and clawing at one another, I would say not. If we were to make peace amongst ourselves and solve our rebel bandit problem, we might have a fighting chance, but as things stand…"

There's no way we could win against a united front.

Todoroki felt the urge to drop his shoulders, but years of training kept them straight, unbending. There had to be a way out of this. There had to be.

"We could send another envoy," he mused, "Or go to the Empire ourselves."

Midoriya frowned. "We've done that already. The Empire doesn't care."

"Then we must make them care!" Several of the council members flinched at Todoroki's outburst, but he wasn't nearly finished. "This is not a matter of dirt or money, this is a matter of living, breathing people— people we're responsible for! As their lords, we owe our people our care and protection; if we are not allowed to give it, then the Empire must!"

"The Empire doesn't give two shits about the people," Bakugou growled, leaning over the table with menacing hatred in his eyes. "They didn't when they were slaughtering innocents to take this country, they don't now, and they never fucking will."

"Then Todoroki's right," Midoriya said, chewing on the inside of his lip. "We have to act."

"The only thing we haven't tried is the thing that failed before," said Momo carefully, the powerful gears of her mind turning the situation over and over in her head. "Are we sure we want to pick fights with the Empire?"

"It's no longer a choice." Iida's expression was grim. "It's just a matter of when."

"Exactly," Todoroki agreed, "And since that's the only element in this scenario we control, we have to choose our timing carefully. We must be ready."

There was silence for a moment, then Kirishima spoke up, his usually strong voice quiet and hesitant.

"Since my father passed, I've been working on building my clan's military strength," Kirishima admitted, his expression shuttering closed. "I have plenty of good fighting men and plenty more women that could pound them into the dirt. I can get them ready to mobilize with a year's rations in a little under a month. From there, you need only give the word. I don't want anyone to be caught unawares this time, not after— not after what happened to my father. We still remember the massacre of Scarlet Field even if the Empire does not."

Todoroki's heart sank to his stomach at the mention of that day.

Kirishima's father had been a good man, a loyal man— one who loved his people. The folks from Scarlet Field were a kind, good-hearted farming sort, and as such, Kirishima's father had wanted the working people of their clan to remain as untouched by the war as possible. To that end, he had only sent a handful of fighting men— including his son— to wage war against the Empire, leaving the rest of the people to tend to the land in peace. In the end, that effort had been in vain; once an imperial general caught wind of such gentle-heartedness, there was no hope for the people of Scarlet Field. By the time General Erly and his soldiers were done, every last villager was dead, their bodies desecrated, and Kirishima had returned home to his father's head on a pike.

No, Todoroki thought, they would never be caught unawares again— not while they still remembered Scarlet Hill.

"My archers have been itching to loose arrows on those imperial pricks," said Jirou, who had thus far been silent. "Say the word, and we'll kill every last imperial we can find, right down to their filthy hounds."

Every voice in the room echoed her sentiment, pledging their fighters to the cause. In the middle of the cacophony, Midoriya's voice rose to articulate the thoughts that were caught in Todoroki's throat.

"There's an angle of this that we haven't considered."

The room fell all but silent at Midoriya's stern voice and solemn expression, and he continued, his soft intonation making way for hard truths.

"We need to decide on someone to lead us," he said, his eyes locked with Todoroki's. "Unless we want the same result as last time, we can't allow a Council to run this war. We'll tear each other apart instead of the Empire, and all of us— each and every one— will end up sans heads. Additionally, those of us who are not officially the leaders of our clans still need to convince those who do head up the Clans that what we mean to do is the right thing. Otherwise, this is all for nothing."

"Who do you propose to lead, then?" Bakugou asked, straight to the point. "Are you willing to lead? You're certainly the strongest of us here."

It was high praise indeed for Bakugou to admit to someone being stronger than himself, especially Midoriya. Before the war, there had been a certain enmity between them that had since dissolved, but doubtless there were still old wounds there that hadn't quite healed.

"I don't want to lead," replied Midoriya. "Besides, I'm not the best candidate. Iida, would you lead us? I think we can all agree that you're the most righteous and level-headed of us all."

Iida looked down at his hands, shaking his head.

"Not after what happened in the war," he replied lowly, his eyes squeezing shut. "I can't trust myself with leadership if I can't keep myself from the path of vengeance. Besides, my brother heads up my clean— I can do nothing without his say-so, and I know you don't trust him in the same way you trust me."

Suddenly, Momo perked up, her dark eyes glittering with an apparent epiphany.

"May I speak?" she asked, ever humble, and everyone nodded.

"I think we should let Todoroki lead," she said, watching him with sharp calculation. "His clan is the largest in terms of population, his family has access to the most resources, and despite not being the head of his clan yet, he's been groomed for leadership since childhood. Unless you're unwilling, my lord, I think you would be the best choice."

There was a moment of silence, and as Todoroki glanced around, he realized that every eye was on him. His friends were waiting for a response— one that he wasn't sure how to give.

"This is not something that I would have chosen for myself," he said slowly, meeting the eyes around the room with some amount of apprehension. "But if you all agree that I would fulfill the needs we have, I will submit to your wishes and do the very best that I can to ensure that we succeed in our endeavor."

"Any objections?" Momo asked, and the room was so quiet that Todoroki could have heard a pin drop.

"Looks like it's decided," said Kirishima with a smile. "Congrats mister leader man— now tell us, what's the first step?"

Todoroki closed his eyes for a moment and thought. When he opened them, the path before him was clear.

"We start by talking to all the lords of the clan who are not currently present and creating our own small council. I would like to make the first nomination for that council; Yaoyorozu Momo would make a fine Master of Strategy, and I would have no one else at my side."

Momo accepted readily, and the planning began in earnest. The longer they discussed, the more real it seemed, the more plausible victory became, and a quiet, fierce joy began to swell in Todoroki's chest.

Hurry home, (Y/N) he thought to himself, longing to see her once more, to share this joy with her. Come watch us take back what's ours.

***

In hindsight, Dabi should probably have been paying attention to the meeting Shigaraki had called, but frankly, his mind was on the way (Y/N) had screamed his name that morning as he thrust into her again and again and not on the minutiae of the revolt against the Clans and Empire. However, if Dabi had in fact heard correctly over the distractingly loud thoughts of how it tasted to lick and suck the seed he left from his lover's pretty little cunt, then what Shigaraki had said made no sense at all whatsoever.

"Excuse me," he said, raising a brow. "Could you repeat that? I'm sure I must have misheard you."

Shigaraki, skeletal and pale as death itself, looked at him with hooded eyes and said,

"The Empire has asked us to align with their cause. I agreed."

Huh. So he hadn't misheard.

"Not that it matters," he said, using a finger to light his rolled tobacco, "But is there a reason you're going against everything we've ever stood for, or are you just unhinged enough not to know the difference?"

Shigaraki laughed at that, mistaking the question for a joke as Dabi had intended. The sound was wrong, grating, like a brick against a whetstone.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Shigaraki replied with a manic smile. "Align with the Empire to crush the Clans, then destroy the Empire from the inside out— perhaps with only a single touch of my finger. Isn't it brilliant?"

Brilliant was not the word Dabi would have given it, but…

In all things, we must endure, and in enduring, all things are made precious.

"Sure," he replied with a shrug. "What does that mean for us right now, though?"

"We stay close to the Summit, hidden but ready to attack," Shigaraki replied. "Send raiding parties out for supplies, and make the target locations far enough that it'll cause confusion for the Clans. Can you manage it?"

Dabi nodded.

"Easily."

"Good. You're dismissed."

Dabi swaggered out of the command tent with what he liked to think of as his usual suave grace, trying hard not to let his rage show on his face. Thoughts of coming back to wring more orgasms out of his beautiful woman were gone, replaced by thoughts of strangling Shigaraki with his own two hands, or burning the bastard to a crisp. This was wrong, it was so wrong, and if Dabi didn't start a bloody mutiny, someone else fucking would and he'd be the one having to deal with it.

(Y/N) is going to be so pissed, he thought as he watched the evening sun creep ever towards the horizon. I can fucking forget about a round three.

As if the day couldn't get any worse, by the time Dabi returned to camp, (Y/N)'s mood had significantly worsened, settling into something ill and sour instead of blissful and sweet. When he found her, she was wearing a pinched, uncomfortable expression, and the moment he stepped foot in his own bloody tent, she set to pointing fingers about the whole baby business, blaming him for her discomfort as had become her wont.

"Your little bastard keeps kicking my bladder," she greeted him irritably as he entered their shared tent, her hand idly placed on her round belly as she leaned her back against a wooden chest. "Can you see if you can talk some sense into it before I lose my mind?"

"Our little bastard is not an it," he replied tiredly, wishing he could just bury his face in those gorgeous tits and wait out the time until the apocalypse came for them. "And if he's kicking and thrashing like a bloody maniac, then he got that horseshit from you, pussy-cat. My knee hasn't been right since you bloody kicked it."

(Y/N) sniffed. "You earned every hit you got and then some— you were spanking me, what was I supposed to do? And since when is our child a he, huh?"

"Since I decided he would be." Dabi felt heat rise inexplicably to his cheeks. "Besides, I wouldn't know what to do with a girl-child."

(Y/N)'s eyes softened at that, and she said,

"Love her, I'd expect, and show her the same kindness all fathers should show their daughters." She smiled sweetly at him, then added, "You would train her as you would a boy, but it would break your heart to see her cry, so she'd get everything she wanted from you."

Dabi couldn't even argue with that— not when he struggled to deny (Y/N) anything she wanted. He couldn't imagine a world where a smaller, more fragile version of her running around with a sweet smile and a sharp tongue wouldn't capture his whole heart.

"Oh, and once she got older and the boys started chasing after her," (Y/N) added, smiling wickedly, "You'd never get a moment's rest trying to scare them all away with your mean mug."

It was incredible, the way (Y/N) could form a future in her mind like that. At the snap of a finger, she could think up a world full of love and laughter and happiness unlike anything Dabi had ever known, twisting all of his bitter expectations into a sort of salted daydream that left him thirsty for the day to come to pass when he could live that dream instead of thinking it.

With a tight feeling in his chest, Dabi lowered himself to his knees before her, pressing his forehead against hers. In what universe did he deserve this love? How did he, of all people, get to feel her affection like sunshine on his face?

And why— why— did he suffer so much, wondering why she hadn't chosen a better, more deserving man, when she was his and no other's?

"I got bad news, pussy-cat," he said, closing his eyes to avoid seeing her expression. "Shigaraki's meeting today… he called us all together to tell us that the League is aligning with the Empire."

There was silence for a beat, then (Y/N) was placing her hand on his face, brushing the pad of her thumb over the unscarred part of his cheek. His eyes fluttered open to find her looking at him with ancient eyes so soft and kind that he forgot to be anything but at peace.

"This day was bound to come," she told him, full of otherworldly calm, "And now you must choose. What means more to you, Todoroki Touya? Your vengeance, or the fate of this land?"

Oh, Dabi hated it when she talked to him like this. Ever since that fiasco with the letter, she had been giving him pseudo-ultimatums like this one, presenting hypotheticals of what he would do if and when and how— and now the day had come that he would be forced to make the kind of choice she'd been pushing him to make. He had to choose who he would be: Dabi, the Black Dragon of the League, or Todoroki Touya, the missing son of Clan Todoroki and lover to the High Priestess of Cerridwen.

"I hate the Empire," he said, feeling rage boil to the surface just beneath his skin. "I want every last imperial devil to die screaming, drowning in fire and blood."

(Y/N), with a voice as sweet as honey but deadly as nightshade, said,

"But how would helping the Empire be different from what you've already done?"

Time stopped for Dabi, his heart heavy in his chest, but (Y/N) wasn't finished.

"I mean, you've killed innocent people before, haven't you? Burned villages, stolen food? Would it be so different, fundamentally, to work with them?"

How could she suggest such a thing? Dabi's ears were ringing as though he'd been struck.

"Of course it would be!" he snapped, jerking away from her, outraged. "They started the war, they took everything from us—"

"And many could say the same about you."

(Y/N) expression was placid, completely unfeeling, and Dabi felt sick.

"You can't really believe that this— that what I've done— could possibly compare to the widespread destruction and systematic oppression of those bastards," he raged, his hands tightening into fists. "It's not the same!"

(Y/N) shook her head.

"No, it isn't," she said, "But I want you to think about this, really think. I don't want you to make a decision that you'll regret because you think I pushed you into one or the other."

Always, always she thought of the things Dabi would never have even considered. A man is the master of his own fate, responsible for his own choices— why would he ever blame her for the things he chose?

"Don't pretend that you could ever love a man who sided with them," he said darkly, thinking of the scars he touched and kissed almost nightly, scars that the Empire gave her. Oh, goddess divine, he would kill every last one of them, tear them limb from limb for what she had suffered. "Don't act like you could bear to look at me if I became a flaming sword for them to wield!"

(Y/N)'s brow creased and pain flickered across her features before they smoothed back into that horrifically peaceful mask. Somehow, that was worse than watching her rage at him, cry and scream and slam her fists into his chest— somehow, this control, this coldness, was so much worse than he could have imagined anything to be.

"This isn't about that," she said, her hand drifting along the swell of her belly. "This is about you. Who are you? You have to make that decision."

"I love you," he said, struggling with the words, but unable to stop himself from saying them. "I want to make you happy."

"I know," she said gently, "But you are a man outside of me, outside of us."

But I don't want to be, he wanted to say, but couldn't, I only want to be the man you want!

"Fuck, just— stop with the mind games, okay, just tell me what you want from me, yeah?"

"I want you to choose," she said, firm and unmoving. "I want you to make the choice for yourself, make that decision as your own man. You don't have to do it now, you just have to do it soon."

Dabi shook his head. Coming here, he'd known one thing to be true, and it was as true now as it was then. It was the only truth he was sure of, the one thing he had always known and never doubted. He didn't need time to make this decision, no matter what (Y/N) said about pushing or regret or whatever else she could conjure up to torture him.

"I will never align myself with the Empire," he said, his eyes burning into (Y/N)'s with deadly certainty. "You can bet your ass on that, pussy-cat."

"Good," she replied softly, her eyes glassy as she met his. "I'm glad it was an easy choice."

Dabi sighed. He didn’t know why he even bothered to get out of bed some days.

“I’m going to get some air,” he told her. “Be back in a bit.”

So saying, he stood up and walked out of the tent, more wounded than he'd thought he'd be upon entering.

She's right, he thought to himself as the cold wind stung his cheeks, the overcast sky darkening even further as the sun dipped lower and lower in the sky. I'm a killer, and now I'm at the crossroads. I can keep going like I am, or I can go back home, the prodigal son.

Distantly, Dabi wondered which path would warp him more from the man he was now, and the man he might have been. Which one he was now, he wasn't sure; his world seemed to be changing day by day, he seemed to be changing day by day, and (Y/N) was there the whole time, watching, waiting, seeing what he would become.

No matter, he thought, I'll die before I work for the Empire. I just have to decide how to play it— do I go along for now and strike when the time is right?

Or is the time for action now, and all I need do is take up my sword and turn the entirety of this fighting force against Shigaraki Tomura?

Dabi wasn't sure. The only thing he knew was that there was no way in hell he'd take orders from an imperial dog in this life or any other. The rest, he could figure out along the way, preferably after a nice, long walk to cool his head and a hot meal to warm his belly.

***

The night was dark with only a sliver of moonlight to illuminate the cobblestone streets. The whole world seemed to be cast in shadow, and an eerie mist fell over the city of the Summit, the bitter-cold wind biting at human skin to leech its warmth.

Hawks— Takami Keigo to his friends— had a higher-than-usual tolerance to the cold, but tonight was different. It was the kind of night that humanity felt out of place in the world and the Others felt more at home. Still, something drew Hawks to the streets— a restless stir in his gut— and he prowled the night, watching and waiting for something to happen.

He had been wandering a few hours by the time he came to Turndark Alley— one of the shadier neighborhoods in the Summit. The alley was surprisingly quiet for such a hair-raising night, and Hawks was almost disappointed at the lack of scum to clean up off the streets. However, he didn't have to wait long before a scream rang out into the night, a primal call for help that had his blood pumping in a mad rush of adrenaline.

With only two flaps of his wings, Hawks was rising high in the sky, far above the buildings and the people and every other living creature. From his bird's eye view, he caught sight of a commotion happening two streets over, and he cut sharply downward, free-falling as much as flying towards the scene.

As he zipped downward, Hawks could see three bodies on the ground, and a fourth on its feet, fighting for its life against a cloaked figure who appeared to be nothing short of a master brawler. A woman was backed against the wall of a nearby building, and as the cloaked figure grabbed their victim by the head and slammed their knee into the victim's face, Hawks knew he wouldn't make it in time to save the person whose face was likely inverted right now, but he could probably save the woman if he was fast enough. He tucked his wings, hastening his descent, then spread them just before he hit the ground, coming to an abrupt halt directly behind the assailant.

"Jin!" cried the woman, a plain, simple-looking thing with terror written all over her face. "Darling, please stop, I'm okay now—"

The cloaked figure— Jin, apparently— turned to the woman with murder in his eyes. He raised a big, meaty fist, but just before he could bring it down, Hawks' body reacted. Faster than thought, his sword flew from its sheath and was thrust through Jin's chest. It went through easily and out just as quick, but instead of sighing in relief, the woman he'd saved let out a horrific scream as though she herself had been stabbed.

"No!" she screeched, running forward to embrace Jin's body as Hawks drew his blade from it. "Jin, darling, my love— oh, Jin!"

Jin— still alive for the moment— reached out to touch her face, but his hand fell slowly as the life left his body. The woman screamed once more, tears falling down her cheeks, and it was then that it occurred to Hawks that perhaps there was more to this situation than meets the eye.

I had better report this immediately, he thought, squinting at the man he'd just killed. Something's off, and on a night like this, nothing should be left to chance.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Hawks said, reaching out to the woman, "What— what happened here?"

"You killed him!" she cried, backing away from Hawks with a horrified expression. "He was— I loved him! He was going to marry me!"

Hawks blinked.

"He was just about to strike you," he said gently, lowering his hand. "From the looks of it, he killed these men. Is that the kind of man you want to marry?"

"They were trying to hurt me!" she protested, her dark eyes darting over the bodies, hysterical. "I was coming home from my shift at the tavern and Jin— oh, my sweet Jin— he brought me roses as a surprise, and—"

The woman choked on her sobs, and it was then that Hawks noticed the roses scattered all around them, bent and broken, stomped into the cobblestones.

"He saved me," she said, looking up at Hawks, the pain in her expression twisting like a knife in his gut. "He keeps saving me, again and again and I— this time I got him killed!"

She began shaking then, trembling, and Hawks reached out to support her then. She let him, and Hawks held her, unsure of what to do.

Later, when the whole mess was cleaned up and Todoroki Shoto— the son of Hawks' liege lord— had arrived to assess the situation, the magnitude of what had come to pass was related to him. Little Shoto, now a man, looked at him with sad, solemn eyes and told the story of how Jin the Twice, the League's fearsome berserker, had fallen in love with a woman at first sight, with his star-match, his soulmate— how he had come to the Summit knowing that this very outcome was a possibility, but he came anyway for the love of his woman and loyalty to his commander, who had entrusted him with a task.

Jin the Twice had come only to be with the woman he loved, and to carry a message from the High Priestess.

Shame burned Hawks down to his very core.

"I should have restrained him," he said, staring down at his hands. "I should have— I should have waited, should have done something, anything else—"

A heavy hand settled onto his shoulder, and Hawks looked over to find Todoroki Shoto watching him with a soft expression and kind eyes.

"You did the best you could," he told Hawks gently, his youthful face somehow as old as a mountain. "That is all my father asks of our clan. The consequences from this point on are mine and my father's to bear."

"But—"

"Be at peace, Takami Keigo," Shoto ordered. "Go home, take someone with you if you don't already have someone to share your bed. Set your heart at ease."

Hawks did as he was instructed, but no man, not even a Todoroki, could command another man's heart. He tossed and turned in his bed that night, wondering what could have been done differently, wondering if he had done the right thing after all.

Goddess forgive me, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut against the images in his head. Forgive me, forgive me…

***

It was raining so hard that it was difficult to see. Dabi itched with the need to burn; he tried and tried to light a flame, but nothing happened except the hiss of steam from raindrops hitting his skin.

"Touya," whispered a voice he knew well. "Touya, my love."

Dabi turned, expecting to find (Y/N) soaking wet and barely visible behind him, but when he turned, the light of the sun— just the sun, no sky, no clouds, no earth— nearly blinded him. To the left, there was a tree in full bloom, beneath which (Y/N) stood, her hair flowing loosely and her short white shift revealing all that was beneath.

He tried to speak, tried to call out to her, but his voice came out as a thin hiss. He tried to move, but he stumbled, the motion feeling somehow wrong.

"Monster," said the voice. "Beast."

Dabi felt sick. He looked down, first in shame, then in shock; where there had once been a man's torso, there was now the black, scaly underbelly of a lizard. Instead of hands, he saw a dragon's claws, and when he touched his face, he felt nothing at all. Panicked, he clawed at himself, ripping the scales from his body. They peeled away with some difficulty, like pulling away so many stubborn scabs, but the flesh underneath was not his own. Instead, skin as white as driven snow was revealed, and Dabi recoiled from his own form.

"It is time," the voice said, and age-old eyes turned from him and into the sun, casting them in new and vibrant color. "Death comes."

Please, he wanted to beg, but it came out as a wounded roar.

(Y/N) didn't seem to hear him. She turned from him, stepped out of the shadow of the tree, and walked into the sunlight. Dabi, though unwilling and unworthy, watched her as she left, taking his heart with her. He roared and raged and fought against the rain that seemed to cage him, but he couldn't move, couldn't claw his way past the rain to reach the light no matter how hard he tried.

Broken and barbaric, he raised his head to the dark storm clouds above him, screaming his rage to the world.

She was gone.

Dabi jolted awake to the sound of shouting in the distance. Cold and clammy, he reached over to wake (Y/N), but found that she was gone. Dangerously off-kilter, he stumbled to his feet and outside the tent to find two of the sentries in a fistfight that Spinner was breaking up. Caught red-handed, the men stopped fighting, panicked by Dabi's mere presence, but he barely saw them.

"Where is (Y/N)?" he asked.

"Who?" asked Spinner, and Dabi was too numb to even feel frustration.

"The priestess. Where is she?"

He had to find her. They still hadn't finished talking about the future, about his plans—

"Oh, none of us have seen her," said one of the sentries. "If she left your tent, it had to be while this stupid bastard was napping!"

"Oi!" the other sentry protested, and though Dabi knew he should be irritated, even angry, the feelings seemed slippery, just out of his grasp. On impulse, he turned away from the scene to the outer edges of the camp, and when he did, he should have been astounded by what he saw.

The camp had been settled in the flatlands outside the Summit, strategically far from anyone and anything; there was nothing taller than grain or short grass for miles around. There had most certainly not been a forest starting at the edge of the camp when they'd made it, and Dabi had an inkling that he now knew which direction (Y/N) might be found in.

"What's the date?" he asked, unable to keep his eyes off the large, foreboding trees that loomed in the distance.

"Well, sir," said Spinner, "I believe it's a fine Samhain night— one to stay indoors for, sir."

Dabi needed no further answer. He remembered the last time the worlds came a little too close to converging on a sacred holiday— there was no way he was leaving (Y/N) to face it alone.

"Hey, where are you going?" asked Spinner as Dabi began to walk in the direction of the woods. "What— hey, what the hell!"

Dabi didn't answer. He knew what he had to do. He needed to find (Y/N), and he needed to find her now.

Once he entered the forest, Dabi found himself entirely blind. The canopy of trees was so thick that it didn't allow any moonlight to shine through, and Dabi was almost afraid of what he might find if he used his flames for light. Instead, he stumbled blindly through the woods, searching with something more than his senses, more than himself.

"(Y/N)," he said, speaking her name quietly but solidly, like an invocation, letting the strange, dissociative feeling in his chest expand and swallow him. "(Y/N), where are you?"

Little pinpricks of light appeared in the distance, then all of a sudden, Dabi stepped into blinding moonlight, the forest disappearing into nothing as a sky full of silver stars enveloped him. Only realizing that he had looked upwards into the heavens when his feet began to lose his balance, Dabi tore his eyes away from the celestial world, forcing them back to the terrestrial, and when he did, he found what he had been searching for.

A few yards away, (Y/N) was kneeling before a pool of standing water. Fireflies danced above the surface of the water, casting it in golden flickers of light, and the stars it reflected twinkled in perfect imitation of the heavens. Above it, (Y/N) seemed supernaturally frozen, staring into the distance.

"Sweet one," he said, slipping naturally into the tongue of their ancestors. "Are you alright?"

(Y/N) turned to him, and Dabi's heart plummeted to his stomach. Her eyes no longer had whites, irises, or pupils— they were simply glowing with a strange golden light that seemed to pulsate with power. Still, he did not back down, did not shy away; he approached her, knelt beside her, took her hand.

"I'm here," he said, unsure of what else he could possibly say.

"She does not hear you, young one," said (Y/N) in a voice that was not her own, "But I do. Through me, she feels your presence. It brings her comfort."

Dabi didn't know what the proper thing to do in the presence of the goddess was, but he figured touching his forehead to the ground was probably not a bad place to start.

"Rise, child, rise," said the goddess, a hint of laughter in her voice. "There is no need to fear, or to feign worship— this vessel is your goddess as much and perhaps more than I am. The way you worship her is quite enough."

Dabi wanted to protest that it wasn't nearly the same thing, but he decided it was probably bad form to argue with the Creator.

"As you will," he replied submissively, fighting the urge to pull his hand away from holding (Y/N)'s. He would not abandon her just because he was a little freaked out by the goddess thing happening. He would not.

"Will you not speak with me, young one?" she asked him after a long moment of silence. "Have you nothing to say to the Great Mother?"

Dabi had a thousand things to say and also nothing.

"What's happening to (Y/N)?" he asked, squeezing the hand in his grasp. "Is she alright?"

"She is Seeing," replied the goddess, love and fondness coloring her tone. "She is afraid— after all, the future is often dark and terrifying for a mortal— but she is brave. She faces it with a steel heart and the eyes of a hawk. Does that satisfy you?"

"Not particularly," he replied, unwilling to tell a bald-faced lie to the Great Mother, and the goddess laughed.

"Humans are so funny," she told him with an easy smile that somehow made (Y/N) look entirely unlike herself. "You little ones are my favorite creation. Of all the things I have regretted, making mankind is the one I regret both the least and the most."

Dabi wasn't sure what to say to that. Luckily, he didn't have to come up with anything before the goddess spoke again, this time more quietly.

"My vessel returns," she intoned, those light-filled eyes seeming so empty in the face that he loved. "She yearns for you. Care for her, little one— she will need you."

With that, the light shining in the place of (Y/N)'s eyes faded, lifting like a veil. When nothing remained of the supernatural but (Y/N) herself, tears began to slide down her cheeks. Trembling, (Y/N) stared past Dabi, unseeing, and she collapsed in on herself, bending almost in half as her face contorted in a silent scream, holding her round belly with the hand that wasn't holding Dabi's.

Panic filled Dabi as he watched her cry, sobbing with a wild, untamable grief. What had she seen that was so terrible? Even the end of the world itself didn't seem to warrant this sort of reaction, but when he reached out to console (Y/N), she flinched away from him, her eyes full of hurt.

"Please," she gasped at him through her sobs. "Please don't, don't do this to him, he's a good man—"

"Hey, hey, I'm not doing anything to anyone right now," he said, reaching out for her again, and (Y/N) didn't stop him as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her face into his neck as she cried. She clung to him like a woman drowning in sorrow, and he held her fast, anchoring her as best as he could.

"You'll kill him," she hiccuped, her whole body shaking as he rubbed soothing circles into her back. "You'll kill him and I can't stop you— oh, goddess, Great Mother, please let it not be so!"

She kept repeating "please," begging him, begging the goddess, begging anyone who would listen to change what she had seen, but what was done was done. She wouldn't— couldn't— tell Dabi what she had seen, and he couldn't fix what he didn't know. Gently, he moved her so that her legs were on either side of his waist, and, thankful to the goddess for the strength to do so, stood straight up with her in his arms. (Y/N), lost to the world, barely even seemed to notice; she just clung to him, mad with grief as he carried her back to camp.

Great Mother, watcher of the world, he prayed silently as he held the love of his life, feeling her every broken sob like a knife in his gut, I don’t ask for much because I don’t deserve much— but if you can, if it’s in your Great Plan, lift this burden from her heart, if only for tonight. Let her sleep, let her rest. Her heart breaks for what is to come; grant her respite for the present.

Shortly thereafter, (Y/N)’s flood of tears reduced to a stream, then a trickle. By the time they made it back to camp, she was exhausted, half-asleep in his arms; when he placed her gently on their furs, she curled in on herself, her tears dried out and her energy completely sapped.

"I love you," Dabi told her, placing a warmed arm around her round belly as he lay behind her, pressing himself against her. He didn't expect a response, and he didn't need one— that she was still here after whatever she'd seen was answer enough. He only hoped that that would still be the case once he did whatever it was she had foreseen.

"Cold," she murmured, shifting so that she was laying on her side, facing him, and Dabi consciously warmed his body, pulling a layer of fur over them.

"Better?" he asked, and she nodded. Dabi watched her face as it relaxed into something resembling the tranquility of sleep, and when he was sure she was resting, he closed his eyes, willing himself to follow suit.

In a few months or so, he would be taking (Y/N) to stay with Midoriya Inko. If he could manage to behave himself until then, perhaps he could avoid whatever fate (Y/N) had seen. At least, he hoped that was the case; the idea of the future being a permanent and inevitable outcome was even more terrifying than the alternative.

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Dancing with Your Ghost

Features: Kento Nanami x F!Reader

Summary: You knew that your husband Kento's job was risky in of itself, and when he told you that he had to go to Shibuya Station because all hands were needed on deck, you trusted in the fact that he'd return by evening because he was a man of punctuality... Until he wasn't.

Content Warnings: Fluff with angst, major character death, mentions of blood, gore, etc. Mentions of domestic violence as a headcanon. Oh, and JJK Manga Spoilers (please skip if you're anime-only, or haven't caught up). Please let me know if I've missed any more warnings...if it’s too dark for you, please skip #shyna angst and #shh dark con warn

Writing prompt: "Please, answer me!" from @creativepromptsforwriting @creativepromptfills ^_^

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Number of words: 1285

Note: The storyline is of my creation, but the characters of Jujutsu Kaisen belong to Gege Akutami. Reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated, but no copying or reposting.

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I stay up all night, Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on, Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

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"Please, answer me!" You cry out in the air when you heard the dial tone ringing, on his end, for the nth time. You must have called Kento an innumerable number of times. Pacing around in circles in the living room, you look at the clock and notice that it was past 6pm. There were very few cases where he came back home later than usual. But even then, he'd notify you whenever he'd be late. This was the first time he didn't communicate anything at all.

knock knock

Suddenly, you hear two knocks on your door. Worry started to sink in because Kento wouldn't knock on the door. When you check the phone for any more texts from him, you saw that the last text that he sent you was: Darling, I will always love you... Your breathing staggers, meanwhile you hear two more knocks on your door.

Four knocks. You'd watched Doctor Who the other day, and the last time they mentioned four knocks, you knew things were not great at all. Something was bound to happen. So, this seemed quite ominous. This time, however, you couldn't imagine this happening to you.

Mentally preparing your worst-case scenario, you open the door to see Yuuji Itadori, all battered, bloodied, and bruised from combat. "Itadori-kun, is everything okay? Where is Kento?" you ask him with a quivering breath. "(Y/N)-san," Itadori continue, panting and trembling, seeming clueless about the next few words he was going to say. Eventually, he lets go and his eyes start to swell up with tears. "Nanamin, he..." "Did he die?" You put it bluntly, causing Itadori to silently nod and be surprised at the same time.

You weren't sure why you did that. You weren't the blunt one, he was. Kento was always the logical one out of the two of you. He had a plan for everything, he was always blunt in his approach. A realist. But ever since he met you, his life was filled with joy, peace, hope & love. You were someone who had a positive outlook on life. You were better at expressing compassion than he was. Not to say that he wasn't compassionate, it's just that his way of showing kindness was like the silent rustling of leaves. You don't hear it often, but when you do, it feels peaceful.

When you two eventually got married, you knew that the future would be unsteady, like if you're walking with high heels on cobblestones. His job came with its challenges. While the idea of fighting cursed spirits seemed rather intriguing, interesting, and intimidating, you were willing to support him all the way through. Come September, when you learned that you were pregnant with his baby, you were wanting to tell him so as to surprise him. You had a plan that once you were a family, you’d go to Malaysia, read some books on the beach and enjoy a much-needed honeymoon with you.

However, when he confessed how dangerous the Shibuya incident would be, you had no choice but to tell him and told him that he had to stay alive, for her and for the baby. No sooner did he hear the good news, than he started to cry. He, of all people, could never imagine being a father, let alone being a good father. He never usually talks about his family, because when he wants to, all the hurt comes up in front of him. But with you, it was easy. He was able to pour out all the hurt that he’d held in his heart.

He had a really bad childhood growing up. His mother was very kind to him, but his father? He didn't have a relationship with his father. He would place a lot of expectations on Kento. When he learned that Kento wanted to go to Tokyo Jujutsu High INSTEAD of a normal high school, only Kento could feel the number of times he was thrashed by his father. So, he was looking forward to being a better father, for the sake of the baby, for your sake, and for a chance at redemption, in life.

You’d promise to be there for each other, forever. But, it seemed that someone took it away from you. No, they stole it from you. “Itadori-kun, how did it happen?” You ask him with a straight face. Itadori was too scared to utter the whole story.“Ma-Ma-Ma-Mahito, he…” Itadori kept stuttering. You noticed the look in his eyes. It seemed to have been bloodshot for a while in anger. This poor kid was under Kento's tutelage for a while so it hurt him all too much.

Sighing, you take Itadori into your arms and let him shed his tears peacefully. As you take Itadori into your home and start tending to his wounds, you turn to see a small silhouette of someone you thought you knew. You squint your eyes and to your surprise, you see Kento in front of you. But he didn’t look like the Kento you knew. He did not have his glasses. He was scorched on one side. He looked exhausted. Yet he stood there, smiling. You look at him and decide to have a telepathic conversation as it would spook Itadori out if you spoke out loud...

“Hi, love,” Kento softly calls out to you. You scowl at him and exclaim, “Don’t hi, love me. Who did this to you?” Kento raised his palm forward to calm you down. He then said, “(Y/N), darling. It’s okay. You’ll see that this is for the benefit of …” You then scream, “Don’t you dare be the one giving me this “benefit of mankind” bullshit. Kento, please don’t go. Our baby…” He then smiles at you, with a tear in his eye, saying, “Our baby will have your eyes. Maybe my hair, but definitely your eyes. I love you (Y/N). I have a strong feeling that she, because I want the baby to be a girl, will grow to be the best woman she wants to be, because of you.”

Tears start to stream down your cheeks. “But she’ll not have you, Kento.” You cry out loud. “Neither will I. Neither will I…” No sooner did Kento's apparition disappear than all the equipment you were using to tend to Itadori fell out of your hand as you fell to the ground on your knees.“(Y/N)-san, are you okay?” Itadori screams out to you, holding you by your arms. “Itadori-kun,” you reply, trembling, slowly becoming numb with tears streaming down your cheeks as reality starts to sink in. “Kento and I were going to have a baby. We were going to be a family.” It was now Itadori’s turn to envelop you in his arms as you first were silent, then you started to cry, muffled by Itadori’s shirt.

Itadori could then feel that his shirt had been drenched by your pool of tears but he didn’t care. The most important person in their lives had just been killed. You, however, sang a song that felt apt for this moment. “ I stay up all night, tell myself I’m all right, baby you’re just harder to see than most…I put the record on, wait ‘til I hear our song, every night I’m dancing with your ghost, every night I’m dancing with your ghost… “ and with that, you start to close your eyes. You knew your life would now not be the same with him not being around. But, you were certain that he will still linger on, in your memories, in Itadori, and in your baby. And with that, you drift off to sleep, thinking about what would happen when you both meet again.

A/N: I was beginning to write a compilation of oneshots for Nanami on Quotev and that's when this idea came to my head. The way I cried like a baby when I heard this song and thought of him. I love him so much. Thank you for reading btw. It means a lot. Hope you have a great weekend <3

#Spotify #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #nanami angst #shyna angst #it will ache #musings of an extrovert #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #kentona #shh dark con warn

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nypmphetsbastard · 4 years

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They Both Die in the End

Genre: angst...just angst

Pairings: Eren Yeager x reader

Timeline: season 4 Eren

Summary: SPOILER ALERT! They both die in the end.

Warnings: Smut, angst, major character death, emotional, season 4 warnings do not continue if you’re not caught up with the anime.

A/N: this story is also posted on AO3

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If you could go back to it all, would you? Before Marley, before the war, before the titan shifters, before the fall of Shiganshina, before everything — would you go back? Go back to living peacefully inside the walls of Maria watching eh our next door neighbor Eren and his two other friends run around, too nervous to ask yet watching their games of tag together. Go back to the day the youngest Yeager son noticed you from afar and invited you to play with them. Go back to those days.

Those final days of peace. If you could go back to it all, would you? Before Marley, before the war, before the titan shifters, before the fall of Shiganshina, before everything — would you go back? Go back to living peacefully inside the walls of Maria watching eh our next door neighbor Eren and his two other friends run around, too nervous to ask yet watching their games of tag together. Go back to the day the youngest Yeager son noticed you from afar and invited you to play with them. Go back to those days.

Before it all fell.

Maybe. Maybe you would go back. But you couldn't. No matter how much prayed and wish upon a star, it would never come to pass. You were stuck. You were all stuck. But in a moment like this, you didn't mind being stuck here.

Stuck in his arms, under his broad shoulders and wrapped in your own personal layer of protection. His soft eyelashes laid gently along to top of his cheeks, the dark brown locks you loved so dearly had now grown a little past his chin and his once short and skinny frame had grown significantly since he turned 18.

You tenderly tucked his long hair behind his ear, watching as his eyelashes fluttered open at the lightest touch. It was sad, honestly, how light of a sleeper he'd become. Anyone who knew Eren only now would've laughed at a time he was a heavy sleeper, it was sad, how quickly he had to adapt to constant alert. No longer enjoying his moments of peace and quiet.

A brown broke you out of your thoughts as Eren licked his lips and drubbed the tiredness out of his eyes before sighed and looking down at the person in his arms.

Eren couldn't help but remember the words Jean had once said to him when they were just 15. "How you managed to find someone like that, I will never know. But don't screw it up, because you never know if the next time you'll see them will be on the street or in a body bag." He sighed, reaching his hand over to your cheek, gently caressing the skin.

He knew the two of you would never have a moment like this ever again, that his future will always result in complete anarchy and chaos but that wouldn't stop him from basking in the light that was you.

"Good morning." You giggled, this gentle touch sending shivers up your spine.

"Morning." He whispered back. "We have to get up soon. Captain Levi says we have more Marleyan's coming from the port today."

You sighed and pushed your head closer into his chest, "That's boring...and morbid. I just wanna spend time with you." You whined, Eren chuckled sadly.

"I know...but that doesn't mean we can't make it count now." Eren mumbled, leaning into your neck. You hummed and relaxed in his arms as he began to suck the skin on your neck.

"No hickeys. You know what Levi said about them." You breathed out trying to keep your composure, Eren pulled away with a shit eating grin.

"Whoops." you rolled your eyes at him and let your lips meet in a hungry kiss.

Wandering hands roaming each other's bodies wasn't uncommon between you whenever you got the chance, but no matter how much he touched you, you couldn't help but flinch and gasp into his mouth as he cupped your clothed mound.

"Eren," you pause to take a deep breathe as another moan threatens to escape your reddened lips, "I thought you said we had somewhere to be." You joked lightly.

"Fuck that." He cursed, looking up at you with his dark piercing gaze.

'If these are what Eldian devils look like, I wouldn't mind being a sinner' you thought to yourself.

If Eren Yeager was anything, oblivious was not it. He was always attentive with everything he did. But when the lights dimmed and your legs spread for him, Eren Yeager never missed a spot. Twisting and turning, rubbing and spitting, he'd do anything and everything to hear you let out those breathy moans of his name.

Eren Yeager never had such a good ring to it.

It never took a lot of to have you screaming for him. Eren had mapped out every crevice of your body that sent you shivers, every infinity 8 that had your legs shaking since the first night. He always knew what would have you screaming out in blissful pleasure. Whether it be in pain or pleasure.

"Eren, ah," your shaky hands reach for the scarred back of his past. Nails scratching the surface and painting the once pale canvas a burning red color.

The burning of your thighs was nothing compared to the knot in your stomach that he wouldn't let snap. He massaged your thighs as they sat above his shoulders, finally lifting his head to hear your desperate whines to finish. Lips and chin coated in wetness, he grinned and went right back to work. Your mercy pleas finally reached his ears as one of his hand reached up to grab yours, his other stimulating your most sensitive area to get the exact reaction he wanted.

One that left his shirt and his sheets drenched in you. Words didn't seem to form on your tongue yet he understand everything you needed. Planting a light kiss on your clit, he gently and carefully closed your legs, bringing them back down to earth and laying down on your side.

Once your breathing returned back to normal all you could mutter was a simple, "wow." Eren smirked cockily and grabbed your cheeks, pulling you into a much softer yet passionate kiss.

"I know." not even trying to make a smart comment, you closed your eyes, preparing for your high to end and the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness that filled the sheets, your thigh and your boyfriend's face.

"You have a little something there" you pointed out, pointing to your chin.

"Mhm, really? You made a mess too, want me to clean it up?" A yes caught in your throat as you realized what he was planning and clasped your hand onto his wrist.

"Don't. We still have somewhere to be."

That smile. That damned smile that always caused you nothing but trouble. Trouble in more ways than one.

Mikasa and Armin being the first to arrive on time was never a surprise, however coming after Sasha and Connie was borderline suspicious as those two were never on time...to anything. Connie snickered at the sight of you rushing over to the bench with a piece of bread stuck in your mouth as you tried tucking your shirt into your pants.

You sat down between to Mikasa and Jean, trying your best to not sound like you had ran over here in a hurry, which you had. It was in your best interest to just act like you'd been there the whole time, especially with how meticulous Captain Levi was with scheduling and all that. So you struck up a conversation.

"Hey Mikasa, lovely weather we're having." You spoke up, Mikasa looked up from where her eyes were down casted on her lap and gave you a small smile with a hint of confusion.

"Yes, it is lovely...I guess." She mumbled as her voice trailed off.

You leaned on your arms to look next to Mikasa, "Good morning, Armin." You greeted the blonde.

"Oh, good morning. Have you been there this whole time?" Armin questioned, his answer only causing tithe two snickering twins to laugh even harder.

"No Armin, she was out having a much better morning." Connie mocked, sending Sasha into a laughing fest with a whole piece of bread still lodged in her mouth. Armin look confused but shrugged it off and went back to drawing in his sketch book, a stress reliving habit he'd picked up after that day at the sea.

You kicked Connie in the shins and smiled at his hiss of pain and dramatic leg holding, Sasha joining in on your laughs until you kicked her too. She whined and rubbed her shin.

"Hey! I didn't even say anything!" She protested and you laughed at her, not noticing Mikasa's sharp gaze on you.

"Where's Eren?" Mikasa asked

"Commander Hange asked him to stay behind to prep beforehand. Why?"

"So I can ask him to leave your fun in the bedroom, respectfully." She smirked, pointing at the hickey on your neck. Your eyes widened at Mikasa's amused expression and tried to cover the deep red and purple stain with your hand. Jean snickered from next to you, using the magazine he very clearly wasn't using to cover up his puffed cheeks preventing him from laughing.

Everyone's favorite duo however, did not get the memo as they bursted out into a fit of laughter. Their pale cheeks turning bright pink as they leaned on each other for support, nearly throwing the other off the bench. You groaned and dropped your head onto the hardwood table, drowning in embarrassment.

The scouts had always loved to tease you and Eren at any given chance. Connie and Sasha being especially guilty of this, but even Mikasa loved to poke and prod at the two of you, making jokes of her own.

Mikasa has been your best friend since childhood, her love for both you and Eren only doubled in size when the two of you officially got together when you were 15. She was there for you after every failed mission, after every argument, or even when you just needed girl talk. Even if she never seemed the most emotionally capable person, Mikasa Ackerman was never wrong. She's somebody everybody could rely on, whether that he for protection or just as a friend, she was always there.

Always there to buy the constantly hungry Sasha snacks as you and many other scouts arrived to Marley in disguise. While Sasha basked at the taste of new foods, your eyes roamed the crowded city, trying your best not to push anyone. Then, your eyes landed on a familiar head of hair that stood at the edge of the port, looking off into the distance.

"Hey..." you spoke up before gently sliding your hand on his shoulder, a habit you picked up on because of how guarded Eren constantly is. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." He mumbled, turning his body to face you directly and placing his hands on your shoulders, "Are you?" He questioned

"Mhm. This person dressed up as a clown mistook Captain Levi for a child and I think he actually might've traumatized the man." You joked, laughing at the past occurrence.

Although he didn't laugh, Eren smiled at your happiness, mentally taking a picture of this moment to hold onto later on.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?" Levi interrogated, snatching the arm of a young boy who stood beside a clueless Sasha. You and Eren made your way through the commotion of people spewing out hateful words at the boy as they tried to figure out a brutal punishment for the child.

Sasha laughed nervously and lied for him, claiming he was just her younger sibling messing around, narrowly avoiding having the child nearly killed for his crime. The boy apologized profusely and thanked them for saving him from impending doom before running off with his younger brother. You smiled softly at the child as he ran off before noticing your boyfriend looking at him with longing and sadness.

"Eren? Hey, what's wrong?" You asked softly, reached over to place your hand on his cheek. He blinked and shook his head.

"Nothing, let's go."

Those next days, that very child had offered you and the scouts a place to rest your heads. Providing you all food, drinks and even alcohol which only ended in disaster and Sasha hunched over a bucket puking her guts out.

In your arms that night laid a tired Eren, his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat and feeling your chest rise up and down, mentally making sure you continued to do that. And as you slept soundly, the sharp burning sensation in his nose became too much to bear, Eren's tears silently fell.

They fell for the memories, or rather the premonition of his future. His cursed future.

They fell for the child he once was. A little boy who wanted nothing more than to prove himself and to his parents that he could go beyond, that he could be free in the world he was born into. A little boy who laughed and loved with his parents, his friends, and the little girl next door who he swore to his mother he'd marry. An innocent little boy.

They fell for his friends. The only people he couldn't live without no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Not just you, Mikasa and Armin — but Connie, Sasha, Jean, Historia and even Levi and Hange. He lived everyday of his life for the sake of them, for them to live their lives as freely as possible, for them to live the life he would never be able to.

For the days like before as they all worked on building the port. Sweaty, tired and burning arms as they all hauled ass into the half built train tracks and finally got a moment to relax.

"Make a base in Marley and infiltrate it, huh?"

"Hange sure has a plan for everything. I'll be able to show down on some real Marleyan cuisine." Sasha replied, her mind already lost a sea of new foods but you smiled at her enthusiasm

"Yeah? What should I bring? It would stink to get the runs."

"Stomach medicine, toothbrush, a taste of home..." Sasha listed off

"Did you even hear Hange's plan?" Mikasa questioned

"If the world knows that we want peace, maybe something will change." Armin suggested hopefully.

"Armin, you know I love the way you think but...not everyone thinks like you. Even the Marleyans we have here are still hot headed over us just existing in the same space as them, they don't seem like very peaceful people in my opinion." You spoke up, Armin sighed and nodded as a small moment a silence waved over you all.

"If only we had more time. I've got just over five years left. We're gonna have to decide who inherits my Titan soon." Eren brought up, a new point but not one that hadn't crossed all your minds.

"I will" Mikasa attempted to step up

"Not you. We still don't know what the Ackermanns are. And won't it hurt any plans with Hizuru if you become a Titan? No, for so many reasons." Jean dismissed, Mikasa looked down sadly, feeling as though there was nothing she could do to help.

"Then who will?" She snapped, you placed you hand over hers and gave her heartwarming smile before leaning your head on her shoulder in a means to calm her down.

"Me. First of all, I'm way smarter than Eren. Instead of a suicidal maniac, you'll have a gifted leader who shows good judgement in all situations. In other words, me." He concluded in his bashful statements. "I hate getting an Eren hand-me-down but who better than me?"

"Someone that amazing we don't wanna lose in 13 years, moron." Connie cursed, you snickered and nodded.

"He's right, Jean. All those things you just said about yourself are true, which is why we need you one hundred percent human and intact for over 13 years. You're too good of a leader to lose now." you explained, Jean groaned in annoyance.

"You're aiming to be regiment leader. I'll inherit Eren's Titan. It works out good, right?"

"Connie..." Eren faltered, slightly surprised at the high and dangerous position Connie was willing to take.

"That's not good at all. You're an idiot." Sasha replied

"Eh?"

"Don't 'eh' me. We can't leave such an important role up to an idiot."

"Eh?" Connie continued, still shocked.

"Doggone it...I'll inherit it. I've got combat experience...I'm someone you can trust...By process of elimination, it's gotta be me." Sasha divulged, you lifted your head from Mikasa's shoulder and raised your hand.

"Um hello? I'm still here." You said sarcastically,

"I know but Eren's your boyfriend and I find it pretty morbid if you were forced to eat your lover for the sake of humanity so, by default, it has to be me!"

"You guys..." Eren mumbled, going unnoticed as Sasha continued her rambling.

"I dun wanna. I sure dun wanna though." Sasha trembled, the mere thought of everything Titan shifters had to go through repeating in her head on loop.

"Wait, huh? Isn't that weird?" Connie spoke up again

"What?"

"Well you know...you said an idiot's not fit for the role." Sasha raised an eyebrow at him, still confused, "You're more of an idiot than I am, so you're contradicting yourself." As Connie finished his explanation, the two exchanged Huh's and watched each other dramatically.

"Moral of the story, you're both idiots." You stood up from the hard box, "I'll inherit the Titan. Who knows maybe I'll be the first super sexy female attack Titan. Like Annie." You thought out loud

"You think Annie's Titan is hot?" Jean asked incredulously, you put one finger up and shushed him, not wanting to discuss the topic further.

"No. I don't want any of you to inherit it." Eren stated, "And especially not you." He looked at you.

"Oh come on, once you die I'll have nothing to live for. Besides, I don't wanna be old anyway." You shrugged nonchalantly, Eren shook his head.

"No! You guys are more important to me. More than anyone else. So, I want you to have long lives and..." he looked at you again, "when I die...I want you to move on—"

You cut him off with a scoff and grabbed your makeshift seat, dropping it next to his. "No, that's bullshit. I won't accept that." You protested

"So, what? You're just gonna wallow about me the rest of your life without even trying to do anything better?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm gonna do." Eren scoffed at your answer and shook his head.

"I'm serious." He snapped

"So am I! I don't wanna start a family some random person I know I'll never love. I don't want a home if it's not with you, Eren." you objected, "So, if worse comes to worst, i'll inherit your Titan." Eren sighed, already knowing he would never change your mind once it was made up.

"Bleh, keep the cute sappy stuff in the bedroom guys." Jean complained, lightening up the mood in the cart as everyone chucked lightly.

"Best get used to it, Kirstein." You swung your arm over Eren's shoulder, "I'm not leaving this Earth without my man." You said proudly, the boy blushing at your words.

My man. That's all he ever wanted to be to you. Yours. For now and forever, he didn't care if he had to trample anyone and everyone in his path, Eren would do anything to keep that title in your heart.

There was a point in time once when he thought of growing a family with you. Even though he felt he wouldn't be the best father in the world, he couldn't help but grasp at any straws that led to a happy ending with you. Maybe in another life, he always thought to himself.

Another life where you were all free. Where all of you could be real teenagers, go to a normal high school, have normal life and live a full life. Where Ymir, Bertolt, Erwin and everybody else didn't have to die for the sake of everyone else. Where all of you could get a full nights sleep without constantly having to watch your back.

Yeah...another life sounded like bliss.

But another life is not what you had, what you had now was war.

A war none of you were prepared for. None except Eren, who proudly and happily pounded into the face of the war hammer Titan, not leaving any room for full transformations. Even as he became outnumbered with all odds against him, he was granted his final words in which he uttered a simple.

"It's now or never, Mikasa."

Unleashing all scouts in hiding as they rose up, dropping thunder spears into the Marleyan soldiers and aiding Eren in his fight. Bodies and bombs dropped left and right as Mikasa crouched down next to her best friend.

"Eren...Do you have any idea what you've done? You killed civilians, you killed children, too. You've done things that can't be undone." She pleaded with him, trying to see even a glimmer of sympathy in his eyes and yet there was none to be found.

"She's mad at you...you know that?" She tried once more, finally getting a hint of a reaction out of Eren. That reaction lasted only a millisecond and the hurt in his eyes was once again replaced with a look of dullness and lackluster of his usual bright blue ones.

He looked away, "She can be mad all she wants, it makes no difference to me. The fight isn't over." Mikasa gasped at the sight of the war hammer she'd just took down moments before standing right back up on its feet. And a constant pitter patter hit the back of her head at Eren's words.

How quickly he shoved aside your feelings and put his own before it, a rare thing Eren had never done before. But for now, your job in all this was to stay alive.

You assisted in as much combat as possible before making your way back into the airship along with the rest of the remaining scouts. Being the first to arrive on the ship meant biting your nails in anxiety as you waiting for everyone else to reach it. Armin reached down for the boy he once thought to be his best friend, pulling him up into the ship.

Just like the old days, Levi Ackerman had a couple kicks in store for Eren, not hesitating to remind him of how much he changed. Even bringing up his past in the underground and the dirty look Eren had grown into, never expecting to see it on the boy he gave up everything for. As much as it much as it hurt to see Eren being kicked around like a rag doll, you wouldn't get in the middle, especially knowing what he'd just done.

The lives he ended, the irreparable damage he had caused, it all gave Levi more than enough reason to toss him around. You, on the other hand, didn't make an effort to speak to him.

And for Eren, that was okay. If it would change anything, Eren would make you hate him for the rest of your life. If it would change anything, Eren could've saved Sasha. If it could change anything, Eren would restart everything and never invite you to play tag with him. He would steer clear from you at all costs. He would let you marry some townsman, have a couple kids and grow old inside the walls, never to be a witness of all the atrocities outside of them.

If Eren can change anything, he will make sure you stay alive. No matter who or what gets in his way, whether he has to tear down every wall or speak to Ymir Fritz her damn self, Eren Yeager will save you from death.

Eren Yeager will not leave this godforsaken earth without his woman.

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theseawakes · 3 years

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hey, big bro [itadori yuuji + sibling!reader]

summary: a brief sum up of the line "hey, big bro" you've ever said to your brother. one may be the last.

warnings: major character's death, spoiler for jujutsu kaisen manga

"Hey, big bro!"

You watched as a certain pink haired boy run from the other side of the court. Holding your right hand up, Yuuji smacked it with his, he didn't realize how hard his high-five was until he saw you looking at your red hand while groaning in pain.

Seeing this, Yuuji smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but you still could take it, right? You're my sibling after all."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." This time, you were the one smiling at your brother as the two of you walk towards the school.

The truth is, you couldn't. Your brother is gifted with a wonderful physical abilities that you don't even know where they came from due to you two not living with your parents so you couldn't ask them about it. He's like a real-life Steve Rogers. You, on the other hand, are good with things that needs logical thinking to solve them. While Yuuji goes to sport matches, you went to science fairs at school. He helps you with your problems that requires physical strength and you helped him with his homeworks.

You were always there for each other, supporting each other's needs for years. He simply took over the role parent that you needed growing up despite being just a year older than you. He was always there for you, even when he's busy with curse-killing stuff after you two moved to jujutsu high.

That's why you always admire your dear big brother.

"Hey, big bro."

Yuuji turned his head as you called him, now you could see the blood and scars on his face from the fight against Kyoto students earlier.

It was supposed to only be a friendly match between the two prefectures until some high level cursed spirits gets in the way. You got separated from your brother in the attack, he went fighting with some big dude from Kyoto (which you learned later that his name is Todo Aoi) while you tagged along Inumaki. You then met Fushiguro and another Kyoto student in the way while fighting against a cursed spirit. Now here you are, beaten up, and so is the black haired boy next to you, and your brother in front of you.

In front of you stood your big brother and the Todo who he fought earlier, and in front of them stood the cursed spirit. This situation was familiar, too familiar. You don't like it, the last time it went like this your brother "died", leaving you alone for the first time in your life on a span of more than 2 days. Sure you still had his friends which is also has become your friends, family even, but it's still not the same without him.

Seeing the expression on your face, your brother did the only thing he always do, soften up his expression, pulled up a smile and say, "Don't worry, I won't die ... again." He trailed on the last part, giving you a thumb up and a large grin which you returned with an understanding nod. As much as you hate it to let your brother be in a life and death situation again, you truly acknowledge his fighting skill, so that makes you less worried.

"If you die again, I'd kill you," threatened Fushiguro.

"I won't!" The pink haired boy turned his grin to his friend. "Take Y/N and go, we'd take care of it."

You felt something like fur picking your body up, you quickly realized it was Panda. Looking back at your brother once again, you pray silently your hero would make it out alive.

"Hey ... big bro?"

Your face trailed as you met your brother's face with Sukuna's marks starting to fade. He gave you a weak smile. He was gonna die, wasn't he? The execution of Itadori Yuuji, vessel of the king of curses, Ryomen Sukuna is held today.

To be honest, Yuuji didn't wanna die yet. He doesn't wanna leave you, his little sibling, alone. He promised you once that he'll be by your side when you have your first date, he'd attend your college graduation then the two of you would eat ice creams after that just like you guys do when you're younger. He promised that he'd be there for every journey you'll experience, yet he can only reach this far.

"I'm sorry, lil Y/N," Yuuji's voice was soft, a sad smile played on his face, regrets built up inside his eyes. In front of him he saw an image of you when you were a child, holding a tiger stuffed animal. He watched as you placed the stuffed animal near him. The younger you says something along the line "take him so you won't be scared". Looking up, he sees your dark eyes from crying too much. "Sorry I haven't told you the many deez nuts ideas I have inside my mind."

You let out a chuckle as a tear rolled down your eye. "You're really about to die now and you decided to tell me that?"

Yuuji shrugged. "Well, I don't want my only sibling to be sad just because of my death." He also chuckled a bit seaing your reaction.

And then there was silence, a deadly yet comfortable silence.

"Hey big bro," you said, breaking the silence. You look at your brother who's raising his eyebrows, cueing you to continue. You took a deep breath, trying to make your mind forget the look on your brother's face. "I'll be okay. Don't worry, it's alright, we'll be fine."

Hearing your words, Yuuji lets out a relieved sigh and smile. That's all he needs to hear before he met his end. That's all he wanted to hear. The pink haired boy smiled softly as he slowly closed his eyes. His last smile. Saying his last goodbye.

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━━━━━━━━ all the different shades of orange ; hinata shōyō

summary — whoever said that hinata shōyō is a ball of sunshine is a liar

word count — 3k

genre — imagine ; kinda enemies to lover, fluff

warning(s) — major spoilers about spring interhigh for those of you who haven't read the manga, insults thrown around, kinda out of character hinata, cursing, not edited

a/n — okay but have y'all seen e2l hinata shōyō besides kagehina lmao because i haven't and thought it'd be interesting to try out. also wow i have never put so much effort into a work like this one (hopefully it reaches a lot of people and you can all find some joy in reading!)

❝ WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING NEXT TIME, YOU ROTTEN BELL PEPPER. ❞

Hate was a strong word but the flaring anger in your heart and overwhelming urge to run into a wall whenever your eyes landed on that tangerine said otherwise. It wasn't that you went out of your way to dislike someone that has everyone wrapped around their finger. It just so happened that you had no tolerance for bullshit, and Hinata Shōyō pissed you off in every way possible.

It started on the first day of high school.

Walking beside Minari, a friend from middle school, the two of you were eager to leave the building. The idea of grabbing steamed buns had unraveled itself in your mind, and what better way to enjoy food than by sharing?

"Are you going to try out for any clubs?" Your elbow bumped against hers as you two walked the slowly emptying hallway. "I think I saw the girls soccer team holding tryouts soon."

Minari shrugged, but you could already see the thoughts pinging in her mind. "I might if I can."

See, the two of you had almost reached the staircase when it happened. Minari's long hair covered her view from time to time, so you were used to looking out for her while chastising the girl about the usefulness of a hairband. But what you didn't expect as you pulled the girl aside just as a gaggle of guys rushed by was the full strength of a short orange-haired boy catching you off guard and nearly sending you tumbling down the flight of stairs.

"I'm sorry! I - I didn't see you there!" He shouted, his hand coming out to latch instinctively onto your school uniform before you could be thrown back far. "And on the first day too... I'm so sorry! Please accept my apology."

You stared at the short boy standing before you looking positively green with anxiety and guilt. Minari was already calming him down with mentions of accepting his apology, but all you could focus on was the pounding beat of your heart and the tingling feeling in your legs from your near-fatal experience.

"Watch where you're fucking going next time, you rotten bell pepper," you muttered before pushing his fingers off your now wrinkled white shirt.

You had walked away first, Minari in tow, but not before catching the shine of his name tag, 'Hinata Shōyō,' and the wide-eyed stare on his face that sent shivers down your back.

From that day forward, every flash of orange around the school seemed to be followed by a glare on your end and a roll of eyes on his.

"You're in the way, pumpkin head." Your words cut through the chattering hallway and sliced at Hinata who in turn threw you a pointed look, something that all the First Year students knew by now was reserved for only you. "I'm trying to get to the library, but somebody's walking too slow. Aren't you supposed to be on the volleyball team?"

Hinata scoffed, but stepped aside to let you through. Dirty looks were all he had in his armory apparently as time after time after sending an insult or two his way, he held his tongue. You liked to think it was because he didn't have the proper brain cells to form a response, but sometimes you wondered if you were being too much.

Up ahead, Minari waved at you to hurry before all the seats at the library were taken. Shaking yourself of your thoughts, you walked over to her. Unbeknownst to you, while you shouldered your bag, your wallet tipped over and fell out at a certain somebody's feet.

Hinata picked up your ratty wallet, noticing it on the floor, and went to call out to you before catching himself. What did he care? Still, unable to ignore it, he pocketed your belonging making note to give it back to you later. Right now, he had a game to worry about.

Somehow you had ended up at the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai game during the Interhigh Preliminaries. Minari had dragged you up to the stands as discreetly as possible after convincing you that she wasn't feeling up to study. Considering she had her eyes set on a certain 5'10 blueberry, you were foolish enough to think that she'd wanted to take you some place fun.

Now as the two of you stared down at the game happening eagerly, you let out a sigh upon noticing Hinata. As if your day couldn't have gotten worse after misplacing your wallet, you were displeased to find that he was looking right back up at you with the same wide-eyed stare he had when you two had first met.

Shivers ran down your back almost as if on cue, and you tore your gaze away from him fully ready to leave the gymnasium and trudge back home. But had you turned away, you would have missed the freakish oddball combination execute their quick attack.

"Holy shit," you breathed. "What the fuck was that?"

Minari smirked. "Tobio-kun is a great setter, isn't he? Or were you too focused on Mr. Bell Pepper to notice."

You shot her a frosty look, pushing down the stuttering emotion starting to rise in your chest that most definitely did not feel like anger. "As if."

The game continued for what seemed like days but turned out to be hours at most ending at a score of 1:2 in Aoba Johsai's favor.

Deafening silence overtook your ears. Minari was quick to leave the stands, mumbling something about consoling the fallen setter while your eyes searched for some semblance of sunshine in Hinata's sullen ones.

Spotting his sunken expression, you felt yourself regret the hatred that had sparked for him for just a moment. A fleeting moment that buried itself in your heart, planting a seedling of growing doubt.

"Minari, we have to catch the bus back!" You called out to your friend as you joined her on the gymnasium floor.

She glanced your way, halting the conversation she had began with her Tobio-kun. "Two minutes, and then we can go. Please?"

You nodded despite feeling discomfort crawling up your spine at being surrounded now by those you didn't know. You settled by the door, checking your phone mindlessly to pass the short time only looking up when an outstretched hand came into view.

"You dropped this earlier." Hinata's words were short, sharp, and you were suddenly glad you had never been on the end of his scathing remarks. "On your way to the library," he continued.

"Oh," was all your malfunctioning mind could come up with as he took your open hand in his, placing your wallet gently in your palm. The warmth of his skin seemed pressed into your own even after he had started to stalk away.

Clearing your throat, you spoke before you could stop yourself. "You did well today. I - uh," you paused. What were you even saying? "I watched from the stands."

He offered you a soft smile, one that you realized could light the world aflame, before walking back to his awaiting team.

You placed your hand over your drumming heart, sedating the flustered feeling he had left behind with you, chanting in your mind over and over again that Hinata Shōyō was a menace and you had no plan to ever like him let alone fall for him.

But no one ever plans to fall in love.

The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club seemed to practice non-stop funnily enough, rather motivated by their loss from months ago instead of despaired. Minari had become a regular face during practice as she cheered the boys on in an attempt to woo Kageyama still, and by fault, so had you.

"Y/N, Tangerine's on his way over here." Minari nudged you, stealing your attention from the workbook open in your lap.

You shrugged, trying to focus on anything other than your slowly rising heartbeat. "Why? Did the coach bench him for his subpar plays?"

"No, actually Tangerine wanted to give you something but he's currently reconsidering."

You looked up immediately, eyes narrowing upon noticing Hinata standing in front of you with a small smirk. "You're looking really fucking smug for a guy who still needs to work on his skills. Kageyama says you lack basic technique."

Hinata rolled his eyes at you. "You're being rude."

"It's because I don't like you," you answered smoothly. "So get back to practice before you lose any more volleyball brain cells."

He let out a small laugh. Turning away, for a moment you thought he'd actually leave as simple as that, but just before he took another step, he tossed something your way. It fell on top of your workbook, smacking against the thin pages, causing a couple of the boys to look your way while Hinata jogged back to the net.

Minari leaned in closer to you. "He got you—" She cocked her head in confusion. "A wallet?"

It was a deep shade of orange that almost made you laugh out in irony. Detailed with card slots and a latch with snapping buttons, the wallet was definitely an improvement from the one you had right now.

"That's sweet... right?" Minari questioned, watching your expression as you opened the wallet to reveal a note — scratchy handwriting on a scrap of notebook paper.

'thought your wallet looked ratty old. not in a mean way of course!!!!

— your favorite, Pumpkin Head Shōyō

ps. my sister picked out the color :p'

"Stupid fucking carrot," you whispered under your breath, feeling your cheeks grow warm at his message. "I don't need a new wallet."

Minari scoffed at your words, turning to face you completely and taking your hands in hers with seriousness. "Be honest with me." You stared at her blankly. "Be honest, and tell me if you actually hate Hinata as much as you say you do. Why don't you just drop the act? You two obviously like each other enough to be friends, so why keep this all up? Isn't it tiring?"

Her words echoed through the hallways of your mind minutes, hours, and days after. Sitting at your desk in school, on your walk home, lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, they were as loud as life itself.

You thumbed the straps of your bag while waiting for the bus. The sun was slowly dropping from the sky, setting on the horizon leaving you in a thoughtful orange haze.

You two obviously like each other enough to be friends, so why keep this all up? Isn't it tiring?

The weeks following were conflicting and chaotic. Exam season settled on Karasuno High School jolting the students and staff into a cloud of stress.

You spent your spare time at the library, eyes boring into material that just wouldn't stick while a certain rotten bell pepper took his seat next to you.

"I have to pass my finals or Sugawara senpai is going to nail me to a wall," Hinata explained, spreading his notebooks out on the desk and bumping his elbow against yours in the process. "You do well in your classes, right? Do you — " He looked abash. "D - Do you mind helping me?"

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Looking back now, you suppose that's where your odd friendship began.

Days on end, the two of you would stay behind to cycle through the material slowly building a tolerance of each other much to everyone's surprise.

"Do you still hate me?" The question came one night, the weekend before his exams.

Hinata looked at you from where he sat on the swings, kicking his feet at the sandy grounds. The two of you were at the park, cooling off after a long study session.

Your eyes fell to the can of convenience store coffee in your hands. The slight of the passing breeze drilled his question further in your mind.

"No, I don't think so," came your answer, words wobbly and unsure despite the thrum of your heart beating loudly against your chest and the warmth in your cheeks.

Silence filled the space between you two before Hinata finally spoke up again.

"Then do you like me?"

Your body felt lit aflame, mind jumping immediately to the way he made you feel things you hadn't much before. "As a friend," you decided after a moment of flustered emotions. "We're friends, I guess."

Hinata nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I like you." He took a deep breath. "As more than a friend, but if you feel that way then I'll wait for you. We have time."

His confession became lost among the flurry of thoughts and colliding emotions raging on inside you. Before you could say anything in response, Hinata got to his feet, shooting you that now familiar smile of his and offering you his hand.

The new year overwhelmed your senses like a storm of rain after a drought. Refreshed after the break, you returned to school with a new sense of purpose amplified by the motivation the new year always brings.

Hinata's confession had remained in your mind, pushed to the back by celebration but still bugging you every so often. The apricot haired boy had showed up, throwing ping pong balls (of all things) at your window to catch your attention over the break asking if you wanted to go grab something sweet with him. You promptly responded with a rejection, only to find yourself walking with him ten minutes later.

"How was your break?" Minari asked, bundled in a jacket, scarf, and hat. She joined you at your side, catching you on your walk from the bus stop to school.

You shrugged, pulling your puffy jacket closer to you. "It was okay. You?"

She smiled. "Hung out with Tobio-kun. We went for hot chocolate, and he taught me how to set." Her eyes seemed almost dazzling at the memory, and you laughed, pushing her lightly away.

"You and your Tobio-kun are positively gross," you said. "Absolutely—"

Your words were halted at the feeling of warm fabric settling around your neck and a known face popping up beside you with a proud smile.

"Stay warm. You can give it back to me later," Hinata said before jogging away to catch up with a pair of Second Year boys ahead.

Your hand came up to the green scarf around your neck, failing to form comprehensive sentences. Heart thundering, you ignored the funny looks others sent your way. Glancing at Minari, you caught her slipping giggles.

"What happened to Hinata Shōyō being a rotten bell pepper?"

"Shut up."

Lending you his scarf when days seemed too cold was just the beginning of it all. Days turned into weeks turned into months of Hinata pining after you and you—though obvious to everyone else—trying to decipher your feelings for him.

"Hey, I missed you," Hinata said to you lightly after you had agreed to drop something off for Kageyama on Minari's behalf. Quickly realizing the meaning of his words, however, Hinata corrected himself. "I mean—um, as in I m - missed you earlier. Like... like I didn't catch you today, you know?"

You tilted your head at him with endearment, a small smile playing across your lips at the sight of his blushing face. "Yeah, don't worry. I got it, sweet potato."

His flustered expression dropped. "You think I'm sweet?"

Your eyes widened, stuttering to form a response and correct yourself out of this situation you had suddenly been thrusted in. Luckily, Kageyama came to your rescue before you could embarrass yourself.

"Hinata, boke, stop flirting with Y/N!" The tall blueberry haired boy towered over Hinata with a menacing glare and a scoff. Kageyama turned to you with a blank look you took for an apologetic expression.

Shaking your head profusely, you put your hands up in surrender. "Ah, no worries, Kageyama. I—uh, I have something for you from Minari. She has classroom duties today, so she couldn't come herself."

Kageyama nodded, taking the wrapped bento box that Minari had prepared for him from your outstretched hands. He mumbled words of thanks before stalking off while muttering under his breath a colorful range of insults at Hinata who in turn sent him a funny face.

The Spring Interhigh was coming up, and you were sure the Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club was itching for redemption after what had happened last August. Deciding that you didn't want to interrupt their practice any further, you made move to leave only to stop at the feeling of a hand on your wrist.

Glancing back, you raised an eyebrow in surprise at Hinata's sudden action. "What are you—"

The tangerine boy had exchanged his lighthearted expression of just minutes ago with a look that you could only describe as properly motivated. "When we make it to Nationals, promise to give me a chance."

All around you, the gym seemed to fade until only Hinata was in your line of vision.

When we make it to Nationals, he had said, not if.

Unable to respond, you found yourself nodding because who were you to kid yourself at this point?

The Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club did, in fact, make it to Nationals, but unfortunately lost to Kamomedai High School in the quarter-final round while Hinata spent his time at the hospital.

Hooked up to an IV line and dressed in one of those flimsy hospital gowns, Hinata looked unusually weak laying down on the bed. The others had left not long after you had arrived though some took more convincing than others.

"Next time, you can keep your scarf to yourself," you said, cutting the silence short with a lighthearted remark.

Hinata smiled weakly at that, his hand coming to rest atop your folded ones on your lap. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

You shook your head. "Obviously, you can't take care of yourself." Slipping your hands from under his, you took the hand warmers out of your pockets and placed one in each of his hands. "Luckily, you got me."

His face lit up. "Oh, do I now?"

Warmth spread through your body as you looked away from his hopeful gaze. "Well, you did make it to Nationals."

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