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#please...... stop massacring him........ he's already dead.............
keniaku · 1 year
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[id: the first image is a close-up of geto from the new character teaser. the second is an edited version of the previous image. geto now looks appropriately younger, with softer jaw and softer expression, although still mischievous, and a lack of eyebags. his bun was also added in. /end id]
cleaning up mappa's mess is a thankless job but someone had to do it
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xxnghtclls · 7 months
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Permission
Chapter 29
(Chapter 28; Chapter 30)
True Form Sukuna x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Please see Chapter 1 for tags!
Sounds Of War
A ground full of ashes and burned twigs crumbling under your feet. A grey clouded sky above your head. Dark smoke rising into the air and into your nose. The smell of death crawls its way through the burned down village you’re walking through.
It’s been two and a half days since you left the shrine with Uraume’s permission. That particular night was windy and rain kept crashing down on the sheet you brought with you as a shelter. It didn’t keep you from getting wet, but it kept you from getting soaking wet.
Your way didn’t lead through the woods this time, but right along the wall of trees. Sometimes you would hear something moving in the dark thicket of the woods, curses maybe, but nothing ever came into your vicinity. The more you walked a long the edge of the forest, the less rain kept coming down the sky. It was dark, however the light of the moon helped you to find your way, as well as the string pulling at your heart.
Three days march to the south.
You wouldn’t take a rest to sleep, would keep walking, eating an apple while taking a break. The determination in your mind and heart couldn’t let you waste any seconds from your goal to get to him, to see him, maybe even to embrace him. However, the constant heartache would force you to rest after walking for hours and hours, taking a little nap at a campfire, feeling the sting on your neck whenever you rolled over. When you woke up, you would hurry yourself back on your feet, even forgetting the sheet you brought with you and kept walking and walking. The sun wasn’t shining, but it wasn’t raining either.
At some point you arrived at a village, but not the Stone Village Uraume was talking about. With the hood of your cape covering your head, you carefully walked through it and noticed that only women and children were present, working in front of their huts and houses. The more you walked, the more you wondered if their husbands and fathers were drafted as soldiers and fighters in this war. When you walked past a little hut, you heard a baby scream from the inside and you wondered if your King already took his price. Two early born twins. You shook your head to yourself, thought he already turned you into a monster, since you couldn’t hate him for accepting this kind of price, couldn’t stop loving him despite his cruel appetite.
Leaving the village, you kept walking. Crossing over a hill, you saw black smoke rising in the distance and dead trees surrounding a grey area. Your heartbeat picked up its pace, string pulling more, making you hurry down the hill into the direction of the smoke.
A ground full of ashes and burned twigs crumbling under your feet.
You look around. Crows are screaming from the dead and leafless trees that surround the sight in front of you. Burned down huts and houses everywhere, some small fires still burning between piles of dirt. The end of the battle here was not too long ago. The string on your heart keeps tugging and pulling, leading your way through the aftermath. The ground is almost as black as the crows. The smell of rotting bodies, burned skin and blood creeps in your nose. You look around and spot an arm, thats sticking out of the black dirt, fingers being spread and cracked in unusual ways. Skin deep red and black, almost burned down to its flesh. Letting your eyes wander more, you spot more and more signs of this massacre. Hand, feet, whole limbs, pieces of guts and even bodies that have been teared in half. A body over here next to its head, seemingly ripped off of it with bare hands. A body over there ripped in two vertically. Flies buzzing through the air, maggots crawling in the mouths of corpses. An uneasy and thick warmth looms over the whole scene, making the smell even more unbearable. A pool of deep red blood streaming through crevices of the black ground, like arteries. Bodies who seem to have been sliced into three, the cut on the edge of their flesh clean. Bodies sliced into so many pieces, you can just assume it was a body before. You keep walking slowly through that graveyard of a village, even spotting dead women and children, who might not have had the chance to escape what happened here. With grotesque faces of death, those corpses pierce into your eyes and soul, watch you while you make your way.
You know, that the man you call your King must be the one who is responsible for this. A calamity, that rolled over this village like a wave. Without mercy.
And you can’t deny that it shocks you, seeing all this death at your feet, caused by the same hands that carried you through the woods, pressing you gently at his chest. Your heart and mind, however, can’t let go, keeps hurting and aching and missing him with your whole being.
“Oy oy oy, what do we have here?” a male voice reaches your ears from behind. Your stomach churns and you slowly turn your head to see who it is.
“A young woman your age… this isn’t a place for you.” the flirty tone in his voice already disgusts you. It’s a middle aged man, covered in dirt and holding an axe, looking like he somehow survived this massacre. His skin is burned on hands and face, his clothes are ripped. You watch him through the side of your eye, standing a few meters across from him, not answering.
The man adjusts the grip on his axe and your hand moves to the hilt of the dagger.
“What are you doing here?” he smirks, while his eyes wander down your figure. “Looking for your long lost husband? He’s most probably rotting away somewhere.”
Your nose twitches in anger at his words. The way he looks at you disgusts you.
“Are you from here?” you ask. He chuckles, licking his lip and nods at you. “Good!… ‘cause I’m looking for the man who made these people rot!” you spit back “And I will tell him, that he forgot someone!”
The mans gaze turns dark, his smirk fades and his jaw clenches. Your grip on the dagger tightens, crows suddenly fly through the air. Two seconds pass, before he dashes forward, running to you. In the same moment you draw the dagger out of your clothes and sprint with all your might through the blood soaked dirt. You can feel him approaching and you know that you will not be fast enough to outrun him. Heart rate exhilarates.
Remember!
You concentrate, ready to throw.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
He’s close!!
You turn around, want to throw your dagger, but he’s too close, already swinging his axe at you.
Fuck!
Breath hitches. You crouch down in your turning motion, while shock knocks the air from your lungs. Desperately you swing his dagger across his shins instead, cutting his skin bloody.
“FUCKING BITCH!” he growls in pain, taking another swing at you. Adrenaline lets you react in time and you kick him in his left knee. You hear something crack and he stumbles backwards, limping, cursing and shouting at you. You watch him stumble back, trying to catch your breath, before you hurry back on your feet and start to run again. The wet ground beneath you makes it hard and you don’t lose too much time to try to throw your dagger once again. Hearing him approaching you, more slowly now, you turn around to throw.
However, aiming at a still standing tree is different, than aiming for a running mans head and the lack of training doesn’t make all of this easier.
The dagger cuts him on the hand holding his axe, causing him to lose it and his index finger. He cries out and you watch him, not being able to suppress your smirk. You walk backwards and suddenly trip over a body that’s laying there.
Shit!
The man notices and dashes to you. You’re not fast enough to hurry up and he falls onto you, grabbing your collar.
“I’m gonna make you rot!” he shouts and punches the left side of your face with his bleeding hand.
Bam!
It almost knocks you out, makes you feel needles in your head, but you catch yourself.
“You’re fucking ugly!” you growl at him and spit blood into his eyes. He flinches and growls in pain, burying his face in his hands. You take the chance to wriggle in his hold and knee him in his balls. The man cries out in pain, giving you time to slither through his hold, turn around and crawl away as fast as you can. With dirt squeezing through your fingers, your eyes search for a weapon and you spot something wooden laying next to a corpse near you.
A bow.
Your eyes widen, as you see an arrow sticking into the dirt right next to it. Fear spreads in your gut, as you hear him catching himself, knowing he’s not far away and you take all your strength to hurry to the bow. You crawl as fast as you can, already reaching out for the bow, before you feel him grabbing your foot, pulling you back, causing your face to take a dive through the dirt. He grabs your waist, but you manage to kick him into the face. It gives you time to hastily grab the bow and arrow. Feeling him close to your body once again, you turn around and with trembling hands you nock the arrow in the bow before quickly releasing it without aiming. With a loud dull impact, the arrow shoots through the right eye of your attacker, making him freeze. Your hands shake in fear, as you breathe heavily, waiting for something to happen. The mans open mouth starts to salivate, juices and blood run down the pierced side of his face, before he slowly falls down to his side.
Dead.
You’re frozen, still staring into the air before you, panting. Dirt covers your face and the shock still runs through your veins.
It was pure luck.
You’ve never used a bow before, never even held one. Only seen the men in your village using them and watched Sukuna how he shot his fire arrows. Tears pool in your eyes, as the adrenaline dies down. It was also your first kill.
Ever.
The rotting smell of this place crawls into your nose and it’s too much. You let the bow fall and lean to your side, retching and vomiting into the dirt.
Where are you?, you think, before the string tugs hard at your heart.
Hissing and spitting, you gather yourself. You look at the bow and the arrow thats still sticking into that mans head. Finally getting back up on your feet, you pick up the bow and wrap it around you. You look in disgust at the corpse you’re responsible for and grab the arrow. His head moves with your pulling motion and you sneer at the quiet squelching sound of the juices of his eye.
It’s stuck. Tightly.
You look around, hoping to see other arrows. The quiver belonging to the man you found the bow next to is empty. Feeling the string pulling at your heart and the urgency to keep going, you decide to try and pull it out of the mans head. You put your foot on his face and keep pulling and pulling. Something inside his skull breaks at your force, loosening the arrow. With a last pull, you stumble back, managing to rip it out of his head. You pick up the empty quiver, store the arrow in it and knot it to the right side of your waist. After that, you gather the dagger and put it back into the fabric of the left side of your waist, your cape hiding both of your weapons, except the bow. Your clothes are dirty and so is your skin.
After the incident in the burned village, you walked into the woods in the surrounding area, hoping to find a stream. On your way, you started training the flowing hand movements again, started to throw your dagger three or four times into the ground or trees. After walking for an hour or so, you finally found some water, cleaned your face, your neck and drank from it. It made you feel a lot better, but hurt at the same time. You mustered your face in the reflection of the water, noticed that your left cheek was bruised from the punch that man gave you. Rage bubbled up in you and you decided to keep training for the night, just in case you would get into such a situation again.
This night, you shot the only arrow you had about one hundred times, always having in mind how Sukuna looked like doing it. The way he stood, how he held his arms, how he flexed his muscles. You tried your best to copy him from your memory and you constantly hoped he was there to help you, to guide you. Constantly hoped, that maybe he would even watch you through the branches of the trees, watch you stand by the little campfire you made, shooting your arrows. With every time you shot your arrow, you got better and you hoped he would see, hoped he would come out of the bushes to smirk at you with that special smirk of his, with wrinkling eyelids, a shit eating grin, mocking you for how bad your stance or your grip is.
This night you felt as lonely as ever, shot your arrow with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat. Shot it about a hundred times. Hoping he would know you would come for him.
And for him only.
Walking about 4 hours further to the south on the next day, you finally arrive at the Stone Village. You hide behind the surrounding trees and watch the scene and to your surprise, it’s pretty calm. It’s a huge village, people are going after their business. The houses are made of stones, not out of wood. You’ve never seen something like that. A lot of women and children you see, but also some men. But not your King, not your Sukuna. No fire, no fight, no war, no death. Nothing.
Uraume said Sukuna would be here.
You chew on your lip, trying to figure out the situation. Eyes wandering everywhere, you couldn’t see him. It’s no use. You have to wait until it gets dark and then tiptoe through there, listening. So you wait. And wait and wait, sharpening your arrow, eating some of the vegetables you brought. Until the sun is setting.
Taking a few deep breaths, you gather yourself, put your cape in place and putting on the hood. You sneak along the back of a hut and wait, hearing nothing but chatter about the day and some delicate affairs of some women and men. After a while, you sneak to the next house and to the next, hearing nothing of much importance. It’s getting darker every second now. Sneaking to the next house, you listen to a mother talking to her kid inside. It’s a banter between mother and son. He doesn’t want to eat his dinner. His mother shushes him and keeps talking, that he needs to eat in order to grow big and strong. You huff to yourself, want to keep going to the next hut, until you hear the kid again.
“Does daddy have to leave tonight?” the kid asks.
“Yes, my love.” the mother sighs.
“When will he come back?”
“Tomorrow! He’s not far. He’ll come right back after fighting and killing this big ol’ monster that keeps terrorising us and our neighbourhood.” you hear her voice becoming playful.
A weight falls from your heart, as soon as you hear her words.
“Ryo… Ryooomen Sukuna!” the kid remembers.
“Exactly! Don’t say that too loud though, the neighbours don’t like hearing the name.” she whispers.
“Oh.” he whispers back. “Are they scared of him?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, their son has to leave tonight, too. And this monster has already killed many many people here.” she whispers.
“But why? What about Daddy?”
“People in the north don’t like us and are weak, they sent this monster to fight for them. But they won’t succeed.” she pats his back. “We’re stronger. And Daddy is a warrior. The best.”
You miss Sukuna so badly while listening to their conversation. Sighing, you close your eyes, breathing softly to yourself.
He’s not far.
BOOM!
A loud explosion makes you jump and your eyes shoot open. The ground vibrates and children start crying, the atmosphere grows uneasy. People start to run around. You take the chance of the chaos and rush out of your hiding to see what’s going on.
“The demon’s here! Farmers Village! Everyone get ready!” someone shouts, handing out weaponry. You look around. On the dark sky you see smoke coming up in the distance. Your heart flutters.
He’s here.
It’s getting loud, people are taking their horses and ride into the direction of the smoke. Others heave loads of stones, ropes, torches and tar into carriages, ready to move on. Huge slingshots are prepared for moving, too. Your heart starts racing, pulse in your throat as you keep looking around. It’s too far away to just run there. It would take too long.
You spot two young men, loading their carriage and run to them.
“Take me with you.” you tell them, earning a suspicious side eye from them.
“Stay here woman. That’s no place for you.” one of them says, making you sound like you’re a dumb bitch.
“I need to fight this monster.” you spit at them. “This asshole killed my mother six years ago.”
They huff at you, mustering your bruised face and not answering. You draw your bow and nock your arrow aiming at the eye of one of them in a smooth move.
“I mean it.” you threaten him. The man chuckles, checking out your quiver.
“One arrow only? You have to be kidding.” he mocks you.
“One arrow is enough to kill.” you spit at him, pulling harder at the bows string. He clenches his jaw, before motioning you to the back of his carriage. You jump in and they start moving through the forest to the neighboured village.
On your way, many riders and carriages move next to you. Ready to fight your King. Your love.
Boom!
Another explosion. The ground shatters. Cows and pigs and sheep come running into your direction. The fire paints the dark night sky in a gradient of yellow to red, marking the spot of where the fight goes down.
The stinging smell of smoke crawls into your nose again. Distant voices screaming and shouting reach your ears. You hear children crying, babies wailing. Panic everywhere.
Like that night, six years ago.
Suddenly a loud swoosh through the air. An arrow flies from the left side and with a dull impact, the guy who was holding the reins, gets shot in the head.
“Motherfucker!” the other guys shouts, before taking the reins and whipping the horse to go faster. Your breath hitches, not expecting people to go at each other, too. But then you remember.
The man at the audience asked for help. Sukuna won’t be the only one fighting.
Shouting and the sounds of weapons colliding become louder.
It get’s more crowded. Silhouettes of people running around, fighting each other with bows and arrows, axes, knifes and some even with swords. You’re close enough to that farmers village now.
Time to get off.
The horse pulling the carriage still runs fast. It’s probably only a matter of time until the other guy gets shot too. Or you. You watch the ground beneath the carriage moving, evaluating the best moment to jump, when suddenly you hear a familiar whoosh flying through the air.
A fire arrow lands on the ground right next to you, setting the bushes on fire. The horse shies away at the arrows impact, the sudden break causing you to fall off the carriage. You fall hard, but you’re able to catch yourself and get back up on your feet. The horse neighs and buckles, while you’re drawing the dagger and holding on to it tightly. You jump and run into the thicket on the other side, trying to avoid any kind of combat and the fire, leaving the carriage behind.
Another woosh.
A fire arrow shoots directly at the buckling horse and the tar in the carriage catches fire. It sends a heatwave into your back, while you keep running through the branches and bushes. You see horses running through the crowd, sometimes with rider, sometimes without.
Screaming. Neighing. Ripping. Tearing. Stabbing. Dying.
The sounds of war.
Where is he?
Being hidden in the thicket, you can’t see. Eyes shooting from left to right, from right to left. Trying to spot the man you came here for. Only the sight of people fighting and shouting in the middle of the village. Burning houses. Fire everywhere.
“Hahahah!” suddenly you hear a distant laughter. Maniacal laughter. You’ve heard it before. Heart races in your throat as you recognise his voice. Still no sight of him.
Something cracks behind you. You turn around, seeing a man creeping up behind your back. Immediately your feet start to run out of the thicket into the crowd of fighting people. An arrow hits the ground right next to your feet while you run, missing it only by some inches. You see people getting shot in the head, blood splattering, heads being cut off. Running, you dodge horses and jump over dead bodies. Fighting men fall in front of your feet fighting for their lives and the others death. You see men pulling women at their hair, pulling them into the darkness of the woods while they’re screaming. The man still follows you and you run and run with all your might, as suddenly a burning ball of tar covered rocks, bound together with ropes, flies over your head, illuminating the scene, before it impacts on the roof of a wooden house on your right not far away from you, resulting it to burn immediately, the flames reaching high up in the sky. You hear women screaming and crying and men shouting and dying.
And Sukuna laughing.
Hearing the man coming up closer behind you, you calculate two more steps. You turn around to throw your dagger at your attacker. With a loud sting, the dagger hits right into his chest, making him fall onto his back while running. Your mind doesn’t think, before you rush to him and yank the dagger out of his ripcage.
Keep running!
You turn back around and run more into the direction of where the laughter comes from. Arrows still hit the ground in your vicinity while you run through this massacre. Fire arrows land in the crowds, putting people on fire. One after another. You see burning people running around, some of those faces already burned down to their bones. The impact of another ball lights up a dark corner to your left in some distance to you. Its so bright, you run and hide in between two huts and squint your eyes. Trying to catch your breath, you’re waiting until your sight becomes better.
Badum. Badum. Badum.
You hear his laughter.
Badum Badum Badum.
The light flickers down.
BadumBadumBadum.
You see him.
The dark silhouette of Sukuna fighting in front of fire, two of his four hands hold swords, slashing men who look so small in comparison to him. His two other hands are ripping them apart with bare hands, like they’re toys. Your eyes widen.
“Sukuna” you whisper, taking a deep breath.
Finally!
Relieved, you smile to yourself, before another burning ball wooshes through the sky and impacts into the ground in your vicinity, making the dirt shoot up into the air. You start to run out of your hiding into his direction.
“Sukuna!” you say. Another ball hits an already burning barn. Muted sounds of horses neighing and screaming inside of it.
Boom!
Another big one on the ground a few yards away from you. Men are yanked off their feet by the impact of its shockwave.
Boom!
Little stones of their impact on the ground hit your face and arms while you keep running and running. Your skin burns from the heat filling out this battlefield.
Boom!
You run between the explosions of those burning bombs, fixated on the silhouette of your fighting King. Dirt flies into your face, makes it hard to see. It stings in your eyes, but you keep running. Running so fast, your thighs start to ache, your heart beats up to your throat and your throat feels like fire. The nearer you come to him, the more you see his face.
With his eyes turned white from bloodlust, a sadistic smile on his face, he slashes one man after another. No mercy. Blood splattered on his face and body, the orange light of the fire painting bright reflections on it and into his rage filled eyes.
You run and run and run and shout louder and louder until your lungs burn.
“SUKUNA!”
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adalwolfgang · 9 months
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Can I get uh.
Headcanon post for Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, RZ Michael Myers, and Danny Johnson with a male S/O who experiences age regression.
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Slashers with a Male S/O w/ Age Regression
Warnings: My knowledge on age regression is very low so I did have to search it up and read an article to write this which I will link here. So, with that being said my writing may not be completely accurate so be warned when reading. Also, sorry if this sounds more NB!Reader than Male!Reader!
Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)!
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Beauregard (Bo) Sinclair 7.5/10
He is very confused in the beginning when he first met you, maybe even a little mean towards you in the beginning. Nagging you about it, calling you names and such. If someone else picked on you for it? Dead, immediately. He won't even let Vincent turn them into a wax figure since he doesn't want some piece of trash ruining his mother's legacy. You'd have to sit down with him and explain it to him, more than once. After that, he'll lighten up on you but still doesn't fully understand, so be prepared to constantly remind him. The relationship maybe rocky at times, but he is surprisingly soft and gentle with you further on in the relationship. He'll most likely go to his brothers for help. Depending on how much he likes you, he'll spend hours on the web researching ways to accommodate your needs and wishes. I feel like yall's relationship might even heal Bo's trauma. Bare with him, please.
Danny Johnson 8/10
Very Childish. He likes making you laugh, it's his specialty. Sometimes he'll try and get you out of comfort zone but if he notices your nervousness, he'll immediately knock it off and apologize profusely. I feel like he'd also be a pushover. Will give you anything you want if he can get you it. He's good at stealing. He frequently gifts you plushies and toys that you like or have been wanting. He loves taking photos of everything you do and stick it on the fridge as if it's the biggest accomplishment known to man. He is very imaginative. He will entertain you for hours with stories if you heart so desires or just talk with you in general. It's an overall caring relationship.
Thomas Hewitt 9.5/10
Thomas is a very quiet, and very affectionate. He's almost as clingy as you. He always has an eye on you since he learned of your regression. He doesn’t want you to get hurt or anything of that sort, especially around Hoyt(Charlie) and Monty. VERY PROTECTIVE. He loves you so much and thinks you're the cutest. Most of the time he'll go to Luda May for advice which she is happy to give him. He loves playing and drawing with you if you want him to. He is very happy and has a constant blush on his face. It’s just so adorable.
RZ!Michael Myers 9/10
When Michael was younger before his little massacre, he always had to take care of his baby sister Laurie, so he already had some experience. At first, he was apprehensive on having someone to look after but it soon growed on him. If you're not feeling the best, he'll just silently pick you up and carry you to your shared couch and let you cuddle into him. If you draw him a picture, he will always carry it on his person even when he goes out. He likes quiet. He won't stop you being noisy or fussy, but he may shove a pacifier in your mouth or give you anything that may distract you from your little outbursts. Very overprotective of you.
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twisted-whispers · 2 years
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Yandere!Idia Shroud Headcanons #1
Yandere!Idia becoming self aware in the game and causing your phone to glitch so it only shows him on the home screen no matter whose card you select.
Yandere!Idia giving you a spicier ending to his PE Uniform Vignette - you were told this wasn't an otome game but his skin exposure, blushing, and red-flamed hair are stirring doubtful butterflies inside of you.
Yandere!Idia feeling the Yandere_virus.exe take hold - considering his obsession it doesn't have to tip him too far off the edge, he's actually thankful for the *burst* of motivation.
Yandere!Idia getting isekai'd to your world during a "potions mishap" before pulling you with him through the portal to NRC regardless of your opinion or thoughts on the matter.
Yandere!Idia who tries to impress you through his magic and intellect and becomes a bumbling idiot when his efforts actually work.
Yandere!Idia whose one braincell is permanently occupied thinking about you and how much he loves you - your smell, your smile, everything.
Yandere!Idia who cuts your string of fate in your world so you have to stay with him, since you're technically dead on *your* side now.
Yandere!Idia bribing the headmaster to keep you in Ignihyde. No one knows about you besides him and his brother so it's no big deal for you to wear this collar, right? J-just to make sure you don't get lost!
Yandere!Idia installing security cameras in his room so he can watch you while he attends those annoying "mandatory" dorm meetings. He even put one in the bathroom...
Yandere!Idia who acts like a completely infatuated dork around you but the moment anyone so much as lays eyes on you, he's already concocting the best way to torture them with the darkest of expressions.
Yandere!Idia absolutely massacring a fellow dorm member who finds out about you - *no one* besides him is worthy of looking at you.
Yandere!Idia who consoles and hugs you when you find that stupid NPC who offered their assistance to get you back to your world, dead, mutilated, and gory. You don't notice the flecks of blood on his coat nor do you realize how close Idia's nose is to the crook of your neck with an expression of absolute ecstasy adorning his features.
Yandere!Idia who would murder a fellow dorm member and accidently get blood on you during the altercation, only to use it as an excuse to strip and clean you whether you want to or not.
Yandere!Idia getting annoyed and very serious when you're not immediately thanking him for saving you from that scum. It's *fine* but he's going to make you sit on his lap during raid later tonight and feed him.
Yandere!Idia custom making sex toys to use on you and filming your intimate reaction for his stash later.
Yandere!Idia who is completely at your whim but doesn't want you to know it.
Yandere!Idia almost dying from pure joy when you touch his hair and play with it, he'd almost think he had a heart condition if he hasn't just been checked out by the family doctor.
Yandere!Idia using STYX and his endless supply of money to hook you onto drugs so that you rely on and associate him with any good feeling.
Yandere!Idia implanting you with a chip to "monitor your vitals" - *please stop struggling, it took him so long to get you into these restraints* - only for it to administer small shocks if you make him upset. He hasn't used it but he really likes the thought of marking you with his work and seeing your pulse jump when he touches you.
Yandere!Idia becoming increasingly confident, cocky and aggressive the more he wears you down, grabbing you and clinging even more now that he doesn't need to pretend.
Yandere!Idia gripping your wrist way too tight when you wouldn't let him feed you ice cream. He was so pleased when you got the message after the second bruise, he doesn't like repeating himself.
Yandere!Idia who cries and sobs when you don't do what he wants. If that route doesn't work, don't worry - he has a couple alternates he can try, although you might not like them.
Yandere!Idia leaving bite marks everywhere, especially on your neck. You complimented his teeth once and he'll never forget how he felt like he was going to faint when you praised him.
Yandere!Idia's mood changing on a dime between the cowardly mask he wears for everyone else in public while you're rewarded with his true dark, suffocating, and possessive personality once alone.
Yandere!Idia locking you away deep within STYX because finals are soon and *he actually needs to focus*. H-he really loves you but he just needs some time to focus, okay!! He'll make it up to you right after! You're safer here anyways!
Yandere!Idia overpowering you through sheer strength and pinning you down on his bed to force feed you aphrodisiac-laced pomegranates before drugging himself.
Yandere!Idia who really loves overpowering and sitting ontop of you, caging you in literally becoming drunk on love.
Yandere!Idia looking down at you on his bed - pinned beneath him -and breathlessly realizing he's absolutely *obsessed*, that he hasn't touched his favorite mobile game in weeks - and that he doesn't care.
Yandere!Idia who actually goes to class and gets top marks *just* so he can graduate sooner and therefore whisk you back home as soon as possible.
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madame-mortician · 7 months
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Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game lore Deep Dive!
I wanted to do a lore deep dive since I've been hyperfixated on this game for the past fortnight, so here we are. Also I have an Evil Dead the Game one coming out soon, but that's for later. Before we start, please note this game is a prequel to the first film, so Sally and her friends haven't met the Slaughter Family yet.
Essentially the main story of TCM (the Game) is that these group of friends go searching for Maria Flores, Ana's sister who has been missing for the past month. Since other crimes are happening throughout Texas, Maria's disappearance gets drowned out and the police are unable to help. Ana gets her close friends together, this being (so far) Connie Taylor, Leland McKinney, Sonny Williams and Julie Crawford, and she tries to find out what happened.
In their search, the group come across the Slaughter Family, and all of them are kidnapped and either held captive in the family house, the slaughterhouse, the gas station or Nancy's house. Through gameplay the player chooses their fates, and so far there is no canonical ending so it's unknown who exactly was kidnapped, where they were kept or who, if any, survived. (Update: There is now a canonical fate for each character, check the end.) During an opening cutscene, one of the 5 victims tries to escape but gets killed by Leatherface before everybody else even wakes up.
In gameplay only 3 members of the Slaughter Family actually appear, though Leatherface is mandatory and canonically is one of the killers hunting these group of friends. (Update: Leatherface is no longer mandatory to start a game, but considering the game was made with the intent of him being mandatory I'm still saying he's canonically one of the killers, it just makes sense.)
So what exactly happened to Maria? Well we have the prequel game "Petals" to answer us. Essentially, Maria had gone on a roadtrip where she stopped to take photos of random things that interested her, and every so often sent a postcard to her family to let them know she was safe. At some point, a man began to follow her around and she felt like he was stalking her every move even if she couldn't see him. In Newt, Muerto County, Texas, Maria's car broke down and she decided to kill time by taking photos. What she did not know was that Johnny was following her at this point, being the guy who had been stalking her. As she takes pictures, he follows her around before unlocking the front gate to the family house, leading to Maria entering out of curiosity. As Maria took her last photo, Johnny finally revealed himself and stole her camera. This caused Maria to realise who he was and flee towards the closest house, begging for help. Unfortunately for Maria, this was the home of the Slaughter Family and Sissy answered the door, and she and Johnny held Maria down as Leatherface killed the poor girl. After this, her body was taken to Black Nancy's house, where it's possible her friends found her (if that is where they spawned.) Since she had told her family about the man stalking her, and she'd stopped sending letters, her sister instantly became worried and began to search for answers, becoming paranoid after her car was found abandoned.
Whilst this is the main story, there are other behind the scenes lore related to the characters, mainly the killers. Since Leatherface, Cook and Hitchhiker are already well known I'll only talk about the new characters.
First, Sissy. Sissy is one of the original characters introduced for this game, however she was actually a scrapped concept from the original film that Kim Henkel removed, likely because the film was too crowded. (It should also be noted there is a member of the family named Sissy in the 2013 film.) Sissy is sister to the Cook, Hitchhiker and Leatherface, however at some point during her adolescence she ran away from home, and went around the country joining various different cults, most notably joining the Manson Cult where she learned the songs she sings in game. It's implied she wasn't always insane but became so after joining the Manson’s. During her time in the Manson Cult, she learnt how to make poisons from flowers and she used this on her victims as her MO. It's implied she was part of the cult during the murder of Sharon Tate, meaning she’s been in the cult for at least 4 years. Only recently she returned home to the Slaughter Family, where she quickly became a favourite of grandpa and a useful member of the team due to her innocent and sweet appearance. Sissy is seemingly the most beloved member of the family (aside from Grandpa) as Leatherface, Hitchhiker and Grandpa are on good terms with her, or at least as good as you’re getting in this family, with only Johnny and Nancy seeming to dislike her. As to why she isn't in the films, it's likely after the game she left the family again to either go off on her own or to join a new cult.
Next is Johnny, being based on real life serial killers who used their good looks to attract victims, especially women. Like Sissy, he was a scrapped concept that was reused for the game. He is not directly related to the Slaughter Family, as he is actually adopted and is only cousins to the main siblings. As a toddler, Johnny's real mother was murdered by Black Nancy, who for whatever reason, took Johnny in and raised him as her own, lying to him and saying she was his Aunt. Growing up he became sadistic and enjoyed using his charms and handsome face to attract his victims and kill them. Despite being good at killing, and excellent at drawing prey in, he is rather disliked by most of the family who find him too hard to control. Whilst the family are murderers, Johnny is a serial killer and causes trouble for the family by murdering girls all the time and drawing attention to them as reflected by the voice lines said in game. He got a scar on his left shoulder, from the "Pflugerville Incident" where he'd stabbed a girl to death, but her roommates woke up and fought back. Opposite to Sissy, majority of the family doesn't like Johnny, as Sissy, Hitchhiker, Cook and Leatherface all seem annoyed by him. Johnny is the one who inadvertantly starts the game, as it is he who stalks and eventually kills Maria, leading to Ana and her friends going after them, and this is one of the reasons the other family members are so mad at him, especially Cook who states he doesn't take pleasure in killing like the others do. It's likely he isn't in the films because he wasn't with the family, but rather with Nancy or off on his own.
Black Nancy is a black widow killer, using her meek and innocent apperance to draw in men, who she eventually married before they "mysteriously" disappeared. Unlike the other characters with an outside life, Nancy has a bad reputation giving her the nickname "Black Nancy" although nobody can prove she killed her husbands. In her backstory it's stated she didn't really kill her husbands for money, but rather because they couldn't fill the void in her heart, yet raising Johnny did. It's unknown what relation she has to the main family, but seeing as Johnny is considered a cousin to Sissy, Hitchhiker and Leatherface, it's likely she is their Aunt making her the sister to whoever their parents are (which might be Grandpa, idk lore's very weird.) Since she isn't part of their direct family, she isn't as close to the rest of them, however she is very much obsessive over her "son" in an odd juxtaposition as she is very motherly to Johnny, whilst also being sadistic and cannibalistic. It's likely she keeps Maria's body in her house to protect Johnny specifically. Since she isn't as close to the family and doesn't live with them, it's likely she didn't appear in the films because she was doing her own thing away from the rest of the family. She also seems to have a connection to Cook, but nothing has been confirmed. Some think she might be his partner, but considering she's a black widow, it would be weird. That and he could be her nephew so I'd hold off on shipping them.
Ana Flores is the unofficial protagonist of the game, being the one who gets all her friends together to go searching for her missing sister when the police were unable to do anything. Despite being a regular girl, she has the best endurance and takes hits easier, likely being due to her willpower. She is so determined to find her sister she literally tanks hits from a chainsaw, just to discover the truth. Likely following where her sisters car was found, she comes across the Slaughter Family along with 3 of her close friends, and they end up being kidnapped and hunted down in one of the four maps. It's unknown whether Ana or any of her friends survive, but considering the original film shows no signs the family were close to being caught, it's possible the victims were all killed, or Ana was unable to convince the cops of anything. It should be noted that Ana’s character is referred to as “The Final Girl” implying she might’ve survived. (Update: She doesn’t survive, check the end of this post.)
Finally there is Danny Gaines, Maria's boyfriend who went looking for her. He didn't go with Ana or her friends, he instead went off on his own and came to Black Nancy's house to find answers. Nancy knew what happened with Maria, and to protect her son she decided to try and kill Danny, which might've led to him being taken to the Family House which is right next to Nancy's house, being kidnapped alongside the others. Since his fate is not mentioned alongside the other survivors, it seems to be canon that he was killed by Nancy.
Some other small tidbits is that the Hitchhiker's camera is actually stolen from Maria, and is the same one he uses in the first TCM film. Majority if not all of the radio broadcasts are related to the Slaughter Family, such as a person getting poisoned by Sissy, the "Terror of 1-40", and Johnny's Pflugerville murder case.
Regarding canonicity, this game works with the original writers and actors, and nothing contradicts anything in the original 2 films, so I consider this canon to the franchise, as does the creators. If a new character comes out that is somebody like Sally Hardesty, that definitely won't be canon, but it is an online asymmetrical game, so not everything will be 100% canon.
These are really fun, but after Evil Dead the Game I don't think I'll do another since Friday the 13th didn't really have lore and Dead by Daylight has way too much lore for me to cover. As always, if you have any questions about the lore of this game, just ask, I don't have all the answers but I know most of the lore so don't be afraid to ask.
*UPDATE* The game devs have released an official lore post about the story! I’d recommend checking that out:
*SECOND UPDATE!! The Devs have revealed the canon fates of each character. Unfortunately every survivor dies in the game. First to die is Leland, then Sonny, Connie and Ana. Julie does escape the house but bleeds out and dies on the road. Personally IMO I think it’s odd they characterised Ana as the “Final Girl” just to have her not only die but not even be the last one standing? Like just say Julie is the final girl or make Ana the one who dies on the road… Since Danny is also dead, this means so far, nobody has canonically survived the Slaughter Family. I should mention, the opening cutscene where a victim is killed by Leatherface appears to canonically be Leland, since he's the first to die.
*ANOTHER UPDATE: An official lore stream has been uploaded that goes through each character in detail, so my post is obsolete and if you are interested you should just go check that out.
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Imagine drifting away into Middle Earth with dragon eggs
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(This was kinda inspired in my discussion with the three wild dragons. I began to think how would Dany’s three eggs end up in Middle Earth and this is what came to mind. A little note: I know little about the Hotd books and only seen the show, so this might not be totally accurate so please don’t attack me for the details. I hope you enjoy)
(Also, reader is a male in this)
Warnings: might have some spoiler alerts, angst, death, violence, poor Helaena who deserves better, violent sea, sea snakes, possible dead characters and near drowning. 
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-You were one of the dragon keepers of the Dragonpit. 
-Your father was a dragon keeper. He often took you there to see the magnificent mounts of the House Targaryen. You grew up adoring the dragons, and as time passed, you became a dragon keeper like your father. 
-You understood them deeply and treated them as more than just animals or mounts used for war. You even grew a special bond with one of them, the beautiful blue dragon, Dreamfyre. 
-She belonged to queen Helaena, but since you grew up together – Helaena did not mind you sharing a bond with her dragon. You two often spent time together with Dreamfyre. 
-Helaena was kind and sweet, and you did not mind her fascination with bugs and the strange words she often said. 
-You adored listening to her, and she equally liked listening to you when you talked about the dragons and the latest clutches of eggs. 
-You could even say you were in love with her, but since she was already married to her vicious brother. You did not push your boundaries. Even though: it pained your heart to see her neglected and alone in such a loveless marriage. 
-You were happy to be her friend and a confidant she could talk to when things in the court became too much to handle. You always tried to offer your best advice and comfort her when she needed a moment to cry. 
-It made your heart break when the blood and cheese happened as you knew how much she loved her children. 
-You had a chance to know them since Helaena sometimes brought them to see you and the dragons, so hearing how one of her sons got brutally murdered made you feel sorrow for her and her innocent boy. 
-You wished to comfort her, but you were not allowed to see her because why would a dragon keeper want to see the queen. You had no business talking with her. 
-So, you couldn't go and see her or check how she was handling the aftermath. 
-You learned of her death when Dreamfyre suddenly broke out from her chains, screaming in fright and pain. You knew about the bond Targaryens shared with their dragons, so you knew something was wrong with Helaena. 
-You rushed out of the Dragonpit to find her, but it was already too late.
-She had killed herself, and you couldn’t do anything but hold her dead body and cry for her and the god’s forgiveness. 
-It was a day when the most innocent Targaryen died and the day when your heart shattered forever. And it was all because of her brother’s selfishness to have revenge over an old grudge. 
-After Helaena’s funeral, you broke into tears in the shadows of the Dragonpit with no one but Dreamfyre to mourn alongside you. 
-The wound in your heart never healed, and you watched as the greens and blacks fought each other for the iron throne, people and dragons dying from left and right. 
-It was a bloody massacre. 
-You felt resentment toward the royal family. The greens started the whole mess, but the blacks were no better as they used inhumane tactics to ensure their victories. 
-You were glad it finally ended when queen Rhaenyra took control of King’s landing, and the greens were apprehended. Even though: you did not welcome them when they arrived. 
-You took care of their dragons and had pleasantries meeting prince Joffrey, who was a stubborn-headed boy but equally loving toward dragons like you, so you found something positive about him. 
-You found his presence annoying at first, especially when he knew little about dragons and their nature. You often stopped him from doing reckless things like mounting his dragon without a saddle or trying to feed the other dragons without proper safety measures. 
-You tried teaching him how to interact with dragons, and he listened — most of the time. 
-Other times, you walked him out of the Dragonpit and told him to come back when he had permission from his mother since he had a reckless habit of secretly coming to the pit. You are confident he sometimes comes just to bother you. 
-The little boy infuriated you to the core, but over time you grew to care for him in a way. 
-The little prince was lonely since his mother was still grieving the loss of his two brothers and didn’t allow him often to do anything. He would come to you since you listened to him more than anyone. 
-It made you feel sad because he reminded you of Helaena. 
-When Joffrey told you about a person named Shepherd, you became concerned about the news and rumors that spread across the city. The whispers about how dragons are the spawns of the devil. 
-It left you anxious since queen Rhaenyra brushed off the rumors despite evident signs of unrest among the people. 
-Before the storming of the Dragonpit, you were doing the simple round, checking on the dragons and Dreamfyre’s latest clutch of eggs. 
-She was protective of them, barely allowing anyone but you to check on them. It made your heart feel warmth that she only trusted you with her eggs and sadness since it made you think how Helaena would have loved seeing her dragon’s newborn eggs. 
-You were startled when you saw the queen’s dragon, Syrax, missing from her den. 
-You were even more terrified when you learned she was outside and Joffrey was riding her. 
-You knew dragons would throw off anyone who was not their rider. As you couldn't ride a dragon, the only plan you could think of was to release Joffrey's dragon, Tyraxes, and tell him to save Joffrey.
-Tyraxes quickly acted when he saw Joffrey fall from Syrax’s back, and you held your breath as you watched the situation unfold, fearing for Joffrey’s life. 
-Joffrey was near hitting the pointy roofs of the castle, but Tyraxes managed to catch him just in time – carefully gliding back to you as Joffrey was hanging from his dragon’s claws. 
-You caught Joffrey when Tyraxes dropped him to you. 
-You checked if he was alright before giving him the biggest scolding of his life. You were mad that he would secretly come to the pit and try to ride someone else’s dragon, putting his life in grave danger. 
-You made sure he knew what would have happened if Tyraxes didn’t catch him in time. 
-Joffrey apologized, then explained he was worried about the dragons and wanted to prove he could be brave like his brothers. He wanted to prove to his mother that he was not a helpless child. 
-You felt pity and hugged him, telling him you were glad he was alright and explained that his death would only cause more pain to his mother, and he took your words for it. 
-You ordered Tyraxed to return into the pit, then tried to walk Joffrey back to the castle, but then Shepherd and his savage flock of people arrived, separating you from the guards and leaving you defenseless. 
-You pushed Joffrey behind you, covering him from the violent mob who sought to cause harm to you and the dragons. 
-You managed to escape by going to the Dragonpit and blocking the door. You were taking the rounds by yourself, so you and Joffrey were all alone with an angry mob banging on the doors. 
-Fearing for the lives of the dragons inside the pit, you told Joffrey to help you unchain them all. 
-While Joffrey was helping you, you yelled in Valyrian at the dragons to warn them that they were in danger.
-You unchained Dreamfyre and told her she needed to leave, and to your surprise, she seemed to understand as she tried to comfort you from the fear and anxiety you felt during the moment. 
-You took a bag and grabbed her eggs. 
-You knew another way out of the Dragonpit, so you guided Joffrey and Tyraxes out of the pit with Dreamfyre. 
-Unfortunately, some dragons did not heed your warnings and were left behind to face the mob when they broke through the doors. 
-Your heart mourned for them, but you hoped they would survive the ordeal since they were not chained. They had a fighting chance. 
-When you found your way out of the Dragonpit. Dreamfyre and Tyraxes took flight as you escaped with Joffrey on foot. 
-You navigated through the path into the city, where you both witnessed a violent battle between the mob and the queen’s guards. 
-You tried to escape unnoticed, but soon some of the people in the mob came after you and Joffrey. They managed to surround you, calling you heathens and protectors of the flying devils. 
-Joffrey cried and hugged you as they held weapons and came closer, ready to kill you in cold blood. You held onto Joffrey and Dreamfyre’s eggs as you feared this was the end for both of you. 
-Tyraxes appeared to your rescue, sprouting fire upon the angry mob, and Dreamfyre landed right behind you, roaring and spitting fire upon those that dared to come near you. 
-You were glad she came to protect you and Joffrey. However, to your surprise, she then lowered herself down to you. You were astonished because she was asking you to mount her. 
-You two shared a close bond, but you always believed only a Targaryen was allowed to mount a dragon. 
-You asked if she was sure, and when she crumbled in approval, you almost saw Helaena in her gentle eyes. You quickly picked Joffrey, telling him to climb on her back before climbing yourself. 
-As Joffrey sat in front of you, you yelled for Dreamfyre to fly. 
-Dreamfyre pushed herself into the sky, saving you from the spears and arrows thrown at you. 
-When you saw the people who stormed the Dragonpit, holding the heads of the dragons that remained. You grew angry and yelled out a command to fire. 
-Dreamfyre heeded out your command and burned the people below you into ashes. 
-However, when you saw Tyraxes getting injured and the battle not calming down. You told Dreamfyre to fly away from the fighting. You didn’t want to risk losing Tyraxes in the bloodshed. 
-Joffrey yelled for Tyraxes to follow, and you both flew away from King’s landing, away from the violent battle. 
-You flew far away till you found a place where you could rest. 
-You looked after Tyraxes’s injuries and then tried to comfort Joffrey, who was crying and shaken by the experience. 
-He was worried for his mother and asked if you would go back with him to see her. 
-You told him you'd see her together once things calmed down. Your assurance that his mother was probably fine gave him some comfort.
-He huddled close to you, and you did not mind since he was a young child. He went through something no child should experience at their age. Even you barely handled it well. 
-You felt regret that you couldn't save the other dragons. They were innocent, yet the people slaughtered them like lambs. It made you feel horrible and like you failed as a Dragon keeper. 
-After resting through the night. You flew together through the sky to seek a safer place for yourself. 
-Joffrey was calmly sleeping in front of you as he was still tired after the long night. 
-You decided to fly to the sea to avoid detection. You were not sure if it was the right time to return to King’s landing, so you wanted to take Joffrey and the dragons somewhere safe before looking into it. 
-You did not realize you had got into something unknown when clouds and mist began to form around you. 
-You began to feel anxious when it was hard to see through the fog.
-Tyraxes kept up with Dreamfyre, so you were not afraid of losing him. 
-Joffrey woke up and asked where you were, but you did not know how to answer because you did not know where you were going.
-The wind suddenly became more powerful, and the sea below you started moving in violent waves. You had a bad feeling when you heard rumbles of thunder in the distance. 
-You told Joffrey to hold on as it began to rain and thunder. 
-The waves grew enormous, so Dreamfyre had to fly higher to avoid getting hit. 
-You struggled to hold on to Dreamfyre as she flew through the violent wind and storm. 
-Joffrey begged you to turn back as he was getting scared. 
-You looked around, trying to find land, but then you noticed something in the water. It was something big, and it was moving. 
-Tyraxes let out a roar, seemingly threatened by something, and before you even knew it, a giant creature appeared out of the sea. It was big and had a long serpentine body, so the only description you could have was a gigantic sea snake. 
-It came right at you, mouth open with razor-sharp teeth. 
-Dreamfyre managed to dodge the attack but then dumped on its tail, causing you and Joffrey to fall off her back into the sea below. 
-You both screamed when you got encased by the freezing water. You held onto Joffrey and Dreamfyre’s eggs, trying to remain above the surface. 
-The giant sea snake roared and came at you, ready to eat you whole. Joffrey screamed in fright as you both hugged each other. 
-Dreamfyre and Tyraxes fired at the snake, turning its attention away from you and Joffrey. 
-You both watched as your dragons tried to battle the giant sea snake, breathing fire through the thundering storm. 
-Dreamfyre attacked, but then the sea snake bit down on her leg, pulling her down into the sea. You screamed out to her, fearing to lose her like you lost Helaena, helpless and unable to do anything. 
-The sea snake’s body caused the waves to separate you from Joffrey. 
-Screaming, you tried to reach him, but the waves swept you away, and soon you lost sight of him in the storm. 
-At that moment, you prayed for God's mercy. 
-You struggled to keep yourself above the surface while holding onto Dreamfyre’s eggs as you drifted away into the unknown. 
-When the storm calmed down, and the sea snake was nowhere to be seen, you couldn't do anything but swim through the foggy sea. 
-Your muscles ache after swimming for so long. You could feel the fatigue trying to take hold of you, but you didn’t let it happen because if you did – you would die. 
-You were tempted because you weren’t sure if you could continue after losing Dreamfyre and Joffrey. 
-You were tempted to let go and allow fate to take you. 
-Your body became too tired to move, so you floated for a while, contemplating if you should give in or continue. 
-Dreamfyre’s eggs were the last thing that held your sanity. 
-You wished for them to live and have a chance of freedom, but you were not sure if you could even give them that anymore. 
-You were ready to die, so you closed your eyes and prayed the afterlife would be much kinder. At least you would be reunited with Helaena, Dreamfyre, and Joffrey. 
-Your consciousness kept you awake when you heard voices and sensed something big moving beside you. You felt hands dragging you out of the water, and your body suddenly became heavy. 
-You dropped against the floor, your muscles screaming in pain, and your eyes dropped down without control. 
-You heard the people talk in a strange language, and before your vision faded, you saw their ears oddly pointy. You then passed out into the dream realm, so you silently prayed these people were not pirates and took the eggs, the only things you had left in this cruel world.
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Moonlight
Chapter 1: Bohemian Rhapsody
When Hybern falls, all of their prior experiments are free to take the world as they want, but for months no one hears anything coming from the castle. Until the massacre. Until the whole palace explodes. Their biggest weapon is out, and she only has one objective: get back to her sisters.
Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of child abuse, mentions of experiments with human beings, mentions of child murder (please someone tell me if I forgot something)
The reason why I chose the name of the chapter is quite simple: This is the song I listened to and repeated the whole time while I wrote the chapter. Also, Rhapsody means a collection of different beats and rhythms united in a song, and that represents this lovely group of ladies that are together now fighting for their lives. And Bohemia is the city where Fausto (a mythological German character) was born, it's said that he traded his life with a demon for knowledge, eternal life, and love, kinda reminds me of a certain Archeron sister that I created haha
When the country lost its king, we also lost our hope. Not me, exactly, but the younger girls who still thought we had a future of our own. We didn't, we were taught that our lives were never ours, but the king's, and after so many years, after Feyre Cursebreaker freed the High Lords in Prythian, after they entered the castle and left more damaged than they already were, after getting the Book of Breaths, after Prythian winning the war, and yet, no one coming here to actually free us, we were all just waiting for death.
Aemma's POV
I don't believe I ever got the chance to think about my life. I had a simple routine: get up in the early morning, eat breakfast, train my powers, eat lunch, train physically in the camps, eat dinner, study with the king, and go back to the cells to sleep. It was easy, it was enough. But then the war came, and Hybern fought there, and they lost.
We could’ve just left, it was an option, but some weeks after the war had ended, they received a new shipment of younglings to transform into faes, and we had to take care of them since the camp lords and ladies were busy trying to take care of everything that had left. It would be the perfect moment for anyone to come and save us. But they never did. And the camps started to work again, and the children were dead. Useless; they said.
Some of the girls had to take time to process the loss, they were grieving. Weird feeling this grief is. We always cry for others, no matter how hurt and broken we are, but after some time we stop caring about ourselves. We do not grieve our souls enough. Some girls were punished for feeling grief. Faes do not grieve, they said. But deep down, we were always humans. Would forever be. I told the king that once. He laughed, and I never uttered a word about my thoughts ever again.
After the grief, they went through a rough phase of pure anger. I was the same as I ever was, leading. We protected those children as our own. For months, we fed, washed, and taught them as much as we could. No one told us that the cauldron was gone. If so, I would've told Vivie to not get too attached. That was their mistake. To not prepare me for the rush of feelings that came after. The king knew how to pacify me, how to make me an obedient servant. I always knew he was bad, evil, disgusting, and sadistic. But somehow, so was I, and he offered me a place, a listener, a task, and an objective. I couldn’t help but grieve for him too. 
But what did they did to the kids? Unacceptable. I killed, tortured, and fed Enchantress' soul with their despair. I enjoyed that too. I burned their houses, their camps, their ships, everything I could. Silently, I learned how to use my power and ended them with it. We took the studies they kept in the castle and saved them for the land we were going to. To sell the knowledge, use it as a job, or just give it to someone, it didn’t matter. Not when everyone in Hybern was dead and the only thing that had left was their experiments. 
Some girls went back to Wotawa. Some went to Vallahan. But me and the bigger group? We are in Prythian. The fae realm of Prythian. The idea is to simply find a place for ourselves and start life again – no, not again, simply start it. My objective is as simple as life: find my sisters again. But I have to secure all of the other girls somewhere I know they will be safe.
We first came to Spring Court, knowing that the High Lord wasn’t watching for the land anymore. We’ve been here for a few days now, mapping the area with Alyssa’s power, since she can see the world with different eyes than us. Oletta is making sure we don’t get caught surprised by any danger, since she can feel any kind of movement from living beings. And Naomi has been keeping us hidden from view any time someone gets too close to our little camp. That’s how we work, together and smoothly. We can be railed up at any moment if we don’t.
Or not anymore. It’s hard to leave the idea that we can be punished for our mistakes behind. Although a mistake can get us punished by nature. The real world is as complicated as the King told me. It’s dangerous and unpredictable and scary and big and-
- Aemma? Alyssa finished mapping the Night Court, the girls want to know if you will decide where we are going now or if we need to wait - Ada appears behind me, taking me out of my thoughts suddenly.
- Reunite the girls, we are deciding now - I tell her while getting up from the place where I was sitting.
Ada has the power to talk to animals, a power considered useless for Hybern, and became one of the first girls to be considered our slaves. It’s clear by the poor and ragged dress she’s wearing, different from all of the training uniforms we have dressed. Each one of us was designated a different color so that the king could differentiate us in the training from afar. Either way, I am the only one wearing blue, the cobalt blue designated for me because of my eyes that carry the same shade so everyone would know where to look when I started to train.
Once I get in the middle of the camp a good number are already reunited, waiting for the debate we know won't take long. It was always like this, I said, they followed. Easy. Alyssa is looking excited, and I simply know it’s because her power was finally used for something good. Somehow I understand the feeling. 
- Where is Clover? Someone bring her here, please? - Soon I say the girls start to open a way for the dark-skinned girl to come to the middle too - Clover, show us what Alyssa is seeing.
Clover’s power is, at the same amount that is useful, is very specific. She can project the image that someone is thinking as something visible to everyone, that’s how we end up with a sort of map in the middle of us with very detailed forms and named with the principal cities and borders.
- Okay, I think all of us agree that the Autumn Court is a big no since we know who the High Lord is. Winter Court is a no too since we need to keep Olive alive and she needs heat. This makes us take Summer Court out too because, on the other side, we need to keep Livie alive and she needs the cold. We are already at the Spring Court and the High Lord is still a lost cause, although Missy, Lyanna, and Elara are making a list of the ones that want to stay here and help the Court and prevent it from falling even more apart, so anyone with plant, weather, and healing related powers are welcomed and appreciated. The three will be waiting on their sleeping spot in case someone is interested.
The map shines in front of me as the said Courts disappear from view.
- All of the Seasonal Courts are out then. Dawn Court is out because of the number of mountains, and we all know Shuri needs space - The said girl gets red as a big amount of the group laughs. Shuri is our runner but is still adapting to her power, and the last time she collided with a mountain we stayed almost three whole days cleaning the mess. That’s when the camps were moved to a more plain place - Now we are only between the Night and the Day Court. And I won’t lie, for me the choice is quite obvious. 
- And why?
- Day Court is amazing, it’s true, but Night Court is the biggest of all of them, they have different races of faes and the most powerful beings in their Inner Circle. They can keep our training and give us resources. 
- And why exactly do we think they are going to help us? - Vivie comes from behind, her eyes still red and puffy from the nights she hasn’t been sleeping.
- They were the only ones who tried to stop Hybern from the beginning. Feyre Cursebreaker is the High Lady, and just the fact they accepted a High Lady is already a positive point. And you know about the General trying to include Illyrian females in the training. They might not be perfect but we can help too, offering our knowledge.
- And it has nothing to do with the fact that your sisters are there? - She asks with a stoic face, making me stop in my tracks, and slowly turn.
- How do you know that Nestha and Elain are alive? 
- I heard your conversation with Anika. She heard a group of peasants talking about them and told you. But were you planning to tell us that we are after your sisters too?
- We are not after my sisters. If I had to take you all to a different side of the world to make you safe I would, if I had to choose between keeping all of you secure and seeing my sisters again, Mother knows I would choose you without thinking twice, the fact that they are there too is a matter fact of coincidence - She downs her head and another one of the girls put a hand on her shoulder to half hug her - I know you are hurt, I consider the incident my fault too, but we cannot throw rocks at each other in such a delicate moment like this. I chose the Night Court uniquely because it’s the best place now. If anyone has an objection, tell me right now and I will consider it. But we will leave tomorrow morning. The ones who can winnow can already go rest, you will work less than the day we escaped but it is still a lot. The rest can go do the normal chores.
As the bigger group starts to dissipate Vivie stays in place, waiting until everyone goes back to their place.
- So? Something else you want to accuse me of?
- I’m sorry. I’m just… I don’t know. It feels weird.
- You’re sad and tired. It's okay. I shouldn’t be so hard on you either. I understand that after so much time being reprimed of feelings is weird to have so much freedom to… hm.
- Talk? Yeah, I know. Sorry once again - She glances at me with a shadow of a smile, the best she has done in all these days.
- Aemma Archeron, you dirty little liar - Enchantress decides to make her appearance after Vivie walks away, her shadowed body standing in front of me with only her face fully visible to me. Laughing. She’s laughing at me.
- It was for the greater good. Night Court is the best option - I answer in the language I took years to learn how to speak, the one only she can understand.
- It might’ve been, but your true objective is to find your dear sisters, is it not?
- Can be, but I’m taking them with me, they are my family as much as my blood sisters - I start to walk away to my own sleeping spot, seeing the shadow figure following me, knowing damn well that her shadows are curving around my shoulders as a way of telling everyone else for us to not be interrupted.
- You are indeed lovely, young Aemma. How long can you stay like this? - She asks while taking one of my hair’s strands.
- Depends on how long you will keep talking shit in my ears - I shove her away, hearing her laugh slowly dissipate into the deep parts of my brain.
- That’s why I like you so much, little Aemma.
Maybe that’s why I hate myself too. Tomorrow would be a new day, and the pull I feel in my chest could finally be released.
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HoM: Order 66 PART II
Warnings: leaving a lot of the warnings the same as it all entails- angst in the beginning, middle, oh and a lot a the end. Angst with Padme, mentions of pregnancy. Did i mention angst? I did? Well there’s more. Death, mentions of blood, violence, friends turning on friends. Anakin is a warning, literally, angst, Mentions of sickness and again, death. Oh yeah and angst.
Summary: After the death of your friend, you must find a place of safety for yourself, but upon learning someone else you care about is trapped in the crossfire, you venture into the Jedi temple in order to try and rescue them.
A/n: It is 2:27 in the morning, I cannot be stopped
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The security team was more hesitant to let you pass by today, checking you for credentials and making sure you were indeed the Senator’s dear friend. You were unsure of why it would be any different. You’d been here only yesterday. Of course, you couldn’t say you blamed them. Clones all over the city were going rogue, and there was no telling you was safe and who wasn’t.
You stepped into the elevator, finally feeling a semblance of peace in this time, however little.
When the doors opened on the floor of her apartment, you wasted no time in passing by the guard that was stationed there while Anakin was away. He tried to stop you, to make sure you were allowed to be here. It was only protocol, but you were far passed any of that right now. Your friend had just been murdered in cold blood for no purpose other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you needed answers. You waved a hand back, keeping the guard still until you were out of the room. It made you seem far more suspicious than before, but you weren’t here to play games.
“Padme?” You called out into the several rooms, stopping in your tracks when she came out to meet you. She was dressed in a lovely silk nightgown, presumably about to go to bed, but clearly she was struggling to, since she had tears streaming down her face. She came rushing towards you and held in in an embrace, crying onto your shoulder and thanking whatever force that you were alive and okay.
“There’s been an attack on the Jedi at the temple, watchers say that the clones have turned on them and won’t stop until they have all been killed,” her explanation gave you more insight as to what was going on, but it still didn’t give you the information as to why. Why were the clones doing this? What was their reasoning, and why did it happen all at once. This wasn’t a rebellion, it was an ordered massacre.
“Where’s Anakin? I thought he was coming back her to see you after meeting with the chancellor.”
She started sobbing uncontrollably now, and you were certain you’d said something wrong.
“He never came back, he went to the temple,” she couldn’t even talk at this point, her lips trembled in sadness and fear of what may have happened to him. You tried to calm her down, hoping you could come up with a plan to keep her at ease. There wasn’t anything too be settled about this, it was purely chaos, and was diminishing any hope for survival of the Jedi. The ranks they had built, from the ground up, hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of units, all now focused to kill those they fought alongside.
“I’ll go find him,” you said quietly, figuring it out in your head as you went, but not fully sure how you’ll be able to make it happen. You would do it, no matter the cost, because Anakin was your brother, and if anything happened to him, you’d never forgive yourself for not trying. You’d already lost someone today, and given that the assault was on the temple, you knew there were probably more. You knew Obi-Wan was still alive, because if he wasn’t you’d probably be writhing on the ground somewhere from the pain you normally shared with him. Whenever he was hurt, you felt it. If he’d been dead, you would be too, even if it was just in a metaphorical sense.
“No, it’s too dangerous, they could kill you.”
“I can’t stay here. My presence in this building puts you at risk. If I can find Anakin and help him escape, you both can leave Coruscant and be safe.”
She didn’t like this argument, because either way she could lose someone, but as much as it pained her to even think about it, she did not want to let her child grow up without their father, knowing that something could have been done to prevent it. She was still crying, and shook her head, unsure of how to decide. Anakin could already be dead, and you’d be putting yourself at risk for nothing, but something inside of her, deep within her newfound energy told her that he was alive, and wanted more than anything to return to her.
“I’m not asking your permission, Padme,” you recognized the look on her face, the one when she was about to decide a course of action. You would not need it from her, though, as your mind was made up.
“Please be careful,” she said in a firm tone, though her tears effected the solidness of her voice. You knew this wasn’t a suggestion, it was a demand. You were not often reckless, but in order to obtain Anakin, you may have to take a page from his playbook.
You pulled away from her, looking out the window to see the smoke and fire emitting from the temple. It was going to be hell getting in there, but you’d figure it out once you got there. You were good at spontaneous planning, and most often you thrived under pressure. Just like Obi-Wan did.
“I’ll be back, and I’m going to bring him with me.”
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All the entrances were guarded, no one went in, no one went out. The bodies of dead Jedi lay on the steps of the temple, and leading inside of it. You were nauseous at the sight of it, but persevered to a tunnel that no clones could no about. It was the one that lead to the underground system. Most Jedi never even knew of it’s existence, but they would now, as it seemed to be the only viable option of escape. The problem was, the tunnels were covertly designed to be small and compact to keep their location a secret, so there probably weren’t too many people able to make it through at a time.
You snuck around the side of the temple platform, far away from any of the clones in sight, and found that the bricks had already been pulled out of place. Someone used it already, but it looked abandoned since then.
You climbed into the crawlspace, remembering how much you hated tight areas, but shoved the thought aside in order to push through. You felt Anakin’s presence, and new that he was near. When you crawled a good fifty yards or so, you met the end of the tunnel. Above you was a grate, that was specifically made to blend in with the ventilation systems on either side. It was clever, and you remembered the first time you stumbled upon it as a child, noticing the way the other two sprouted cold air, but this one never seemed to work. You’d asked Master Qui Gon about it, actually, because he was the only one around at the time. It was one of the few fond memories you had with him, and it wasn’t long after that he was killed. You hoped you could prevent the one he sought after from the same fate. Anakin was the chosen one, and he would bring the force back into balance.
You raised the grate when the hall above you went silent, pulling yourself out and watching for clones that may be patrolling. You stood up and went to round a corner, immediately crashing into the chest of someone. You got scared, and ignited your lightsaber upon instinct, but when your vision cleared there he stood before you, the one you’d been looking for. Anakin Skywalker. He looked angry, and miserable, and you figured he must have seen what all has happened inside the temple. He looked shocked to see you, and very eerie. Almost as if he was upset you were here.
“Anakin,” you were relived, for there hadn’t been a scratch on him. You pulling him into a hug, but he was stiff and would not reciprocate your actions. You knew he had probably seen many horrors today. He held his lightsaber in his hand, and you figured he had defended himself to get to this point. “We have to go, Padme is worried sick for you.”
Again he was stiff, unmoving as you tried to pull him towards the tunnels. You weren’t sure if he even knew about them. You’d never told him before.
“What are you doing? If we stay any longer the clones will kill us,” you explained to him, begging him with all the sanity you had left that he might comply with you, and take your outstretched hand. Did he have some kind of death wish? Why did he stand here like nothing was wrong, why was he so still?
“I can’t leave,” he said, dropping his head to face the ground. You were losing your mind right now, as you heard clone footsteps rapidly approaching from another area. You told Padme you were going to bring him, and you planned on upholding your word. He needed to get his act together and come with you. “I have a duty to uphold.”
“Anakin, now is not the time to be a hero, you’re wife is waiting for you.”
He looked back to your eyes, and when you met his, they were not the pretty blue ones you used to know. They were golden in color, and had a redd tint in the middle. You’d only ever seen eyes like that once in your life, and it was when you looked in the mirror the day after Obi-Wan faked his death. It was a sign of darkness taking over. you gasped at the sight, and began backing away, before you turned into a full on sprint towards another room. He was a faster runner, and caught you with ease, pinning you against the wall and holding you still, though you began thrashing in his grip.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you,” he tried to calm you down, to ensure you tat you were safe by is hand, but you couldn’t seem to relax knowing he’d been responsible for some of this. He didn’t even need to tell you, you could feel it, as soon as you saw his eyes you knew the extent of his darkness. You never realized he harbored it in himself, as you did.
“What have you done?” You were shaking, you didn’t know what else to do, as you were trapped, and didn’t believe there was any way out, not alive, at least.
“You don’t understand, but I can make you,” he said confidently, releasing you from the pillar he held you against and let you roam around. He was dark, from head to toe, it radiated off him like spice from a freight carrier, looming in the air. “I have become more powerful than any Jedi could possibly imagine, and once I’ve completed my mission, I will even be able to save the people I love.”
“At what cost? Anakin, this darkness, it’s not who you are, all this bloodshed on your hands should never have been spilt,” you knew it was too late for him, you sensed it. He was always set in his new ways, and didn’t care what the price was, he was prepared to pay it, all of it. Your heart broke to see how far he had strayed from the teachings he’d been given, same as you. It was something of a disaster, the scene of him walking in front of you, not a care in the world as to what he had done.
“The darkness has always been there, and it was waiting to help me become one with the force in all the ways the Jedi would never allow. You more than anyone should know how that feels.”
He was right, you did know how that felt. In your case, though, you had nothing left to lose. You’d lost the love of your life, or at least you thought you did, along with your mentor and closest person in your life. They were one and the same, and you didn’t know if you’d ever recover, but then you found out he was alive, and you felt shame for ever turning to a force that was darker than anything you’d ever used before. It felt wrong, and dirty. It felt like you were covered in mud and needed a shower to rid yourself of all the horrible stains that had become embedded into your skin. The darkness may have been inside you, but it never belonged there. You were worried that once Anakin had come to realize this himself, it would be too late to reverse it.
“It’s not what it’s made out to be. It makes you full of regret, and leaves you with a scar that never heals,” you had tears in your eyes for what had to be the tenth time today. You couldn’t seem to avoid it, and were constantly standing in tragic situations that invoked awful emotion.
“You were never trained to harness it. If you join me now, you will receive this same power, and I can teach you how to use it,” he was smiling like a mad man, and you were more afraid of him now than you had ever been. This wasn’t even him, anymore. This was a monster in the body of Anakin Skywalker. This was not the boy you had grown up beside and loved since you met him in this very room all those years ago.
“I won’t join you, Anakin. Can’t you see that what you’ve done is terrible?” You wanted to get through to him, if only enough for him to let you go, but you were beginning to think that he was so undone at this point, he may even kill you to prevent you leaving this room.
“From my point of view, I’ve made peace, and disposed of a corrupt order before they could destroy the galaxy. If you could only see things my way,-“
“Enough! Anakin, this is madness. I will never join you, because it goes against everything we ever learned, everything Obi-Wan ever taught us. I can’t believe you would follow such a dark path,” you cried, the tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your robes, which were stained with Mak Lotor’s dried blood, already.
He was angry, not with you specifically, but with the fact that he knew you wouldn’t turn, not while Obi-Wan was still alive. He knew that had the man been dead, you may have switched sides without hesitation.
“If you’re not willing to conform to the new laws of the chancellor, then you have committed treason, and I have no choice but to kill you,” his eyes turned gold again, and he ignited his lightsaber. He was the only one who could ever beat you, and when fighting him, you lost every time. You had no cards left to play, and you weren’t in the shape to fight anyone else. You were drained, physically and emotionally, and if you had to raise your saber one more time, you would surely die. You knew it was coming, the sting of his fiery blade was inevitable, but when he raised it into the air, you spouted the last words you could possibly muster that might stay his blade.
“I’m sorry, Anakin.”
You weren’t just using it as a ploy to get away, you really meant it. He had been dealing with terrible troubles lately, and you never noticed. You weren’t there to help him with the nightmares, or talk him through an episod of heat and anger. You weren’t there to stop him from going back for the chancellor, or to keep him from pledging his allegiance to the corrupt politician and Sith lord. You weren’t there, and you should have been.
He was about to bring down his arm, which would split you in two halves, but stopped before the saber could even burn a hair on the top of your head. He looked down at you, and he saw the little girl he met when he was only nine. You were seven at the time, bright and optimistic, though you’d been bullied for years. He saw the girl who at only twelve years of age started having horrific nightmares because she helped him with his own, carrying them for him as if it were a simple task. He saw the girl who always wanted to help him, even when it went against the Jedi code, because it made him happy. He saw the girl who stood by as the only witness when he married the love of his life. He saw the girl who never abandoned him, or gave him up like all others did. He saw someone that he couldn’t harm even if he tried to. You were his sister, and if he killed you, now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
He dropped his weapon, and heaved heavy breaths as he furrowed his brows. He was disobeying direct orders from the chancellor by letting you go, but he couldn’t let you get hurt.
“Run,” he said under his breath, catching your eye line again, his eyes returned to that lovely shade of blue, though there was still darkness looming within them. “Keep running, and never turn back.”
You didn’t waste another moment before bolting away from him. You knew that while he gave you a chance, you needed to take it, because there wouldn’t be another one. He was consumed, now. No doubt about it.
You made sure the coast was clear before trying to make it back to the floor grate. You ran back to it, but then you heard a cry for help. Not a physical cry, but one that could be heard and felt through the force. It was coming from the archives.
You could have kept going, saved yourself and the life of your unborn offspring, but you wouldn’t be a Jedi if you hadn’t thought about others above yourself. The Jedi were selfless, offering themselves as a sacrifice to protect the lives of those who couldn’t protect themselves.
“I must be out of my mind,” you murmured to yourself, running to the archives and avoiding clones at any cost.
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It started with one, Madame Jocosta, who had gotten trapped under some collapsed archive shelves. Once she was on her feet, you realized there was another. A child who was hiding for their life under a desk, and had gotten passed by the small clone squadrons who were patrolling every area.
It started with one, but now it was seven. Seven lives that you’d manage to save by sneaking them out through the tunnels. Madame Jocosta had stayed behind with you to help, remaining by the grate to help the younglings escape. Once they were outside, it depended on them to find shelter, but you figured they were better off out there than they were in here.
You’d killed twelve clones. Twelve members of the 501st in which you’d fought with. Twelve clones that you spent time with and laughed with, telling jokes and playing card games. You killed them and you had no other choice but to do so, lest they shoot holes through your body and you be rendered useless…. and dead.
After the first child had been rescued, you wrapped a blindfold around your eyes, letting your senses become more in tune with the force. You were seen as crazy for using this method, which had long been forgotten by most masters when teaching their younglings and Padawans over the years. Everyone said you were just showing off, and that there was no way this could possibly help you in battle, but it did. You were able to feel your surroundings more than you could ever see them. You could sense everything everywhere all at once, and it was helpful to keep you focussed, rather than worry about what your eyes were seeing.
You were following the call through the force of the eighth child as it were, doing your best to find where they hid. You stopped when you sensed the bodies that lay on the ground around you. They were all dead, all but one, who had pulled the others over top of her to avoid being seen. The poor child was traumatized, and would never forget this day, but neither would anyone who survived.
“Are you here to save me?” You heard a small whisper, and you nodded, reaching out your hand. She sounded to be a little girl, probably ten or eleven at most. You raised the blindfold to your forehead, looking her in the eye to make sure she felt safe to come with you. The rest of her friends were killed by a lightsaber, by Anakin, so she was probably unsure of who to trust.
“I am, but I need you to stay quiet and do as I say, do you understand?” She nodded her head up and down, rapidly, standing to her feet and trying to continue, but you saw she was injured. There were burn marks on her robes, and she was hunched over. You scooped her up in your arms, lowering the blindfold, and beginning the long trek to the other side of the temple, where the grate to escape was. You wondered if she would need help getting through the tunnels, but that wasn’t the focus right now. “What’s your name?”
She shook slightly while gripping tightly her arms around your neck. Her answer was hesitant, but loud enough for you to hear.
“Reva.”
You huffed out, making sure she was securely holding onto you before you began to move.
“Alright, Reva… Hold on tight, and if I tell you to run, go to the east wing near the archives. Someone will be there to help you,” you held your saber in hand, unignited for the sake of secrecy, as the light and sound would both give you away to anyone who was watching from further away.
“Okay,” she understood well enough, and you were off a second later.
It was a miracle no one had spotted you, as you were out completely in the open this time, the urgency to get her out was more important. You made it to the east wing with only one complication, and you removed your blindfold to ensure that she made it into the tunnel. She assured you both that she could get through on her own, and you let her, knowing there might be others who would need your help.
“We can’t do this forever,” madame Jocosta was tired of this horrible waiting game, each time hoping that you hadn’t dropped dead while trying to save a child, and she knew that at some point you both would have to leave, to go help others in places that were not so dangerous.
“I just wanna get one more.”
“That’s what you said last time,” she was concerned for you, and was wondering if there was somehow a meaning behind all of this. The Jedi order was completely destroyed, gone forever, along with most of its ideals, but still, here you were, upholding the code and putting others before yourself until it got you killed.
“I mean it. One more, then it’s time to go.”
You were looking for another child, but could not hear any more calls in the force to where they might be hiding. You couldn’t hear any little voices echoing through your head, though you beckoned them to you. Had you gotten them all out? Had the others been killed before you could get to them? You would consider yourself a failure if that was the case. If you were not strong enough to save those children, then what made you think you could protect one of your own? You were not a mother, and probably never would be one in a true sense. You may have a child, but you couldn’t be a mother.
You were about to turn back, to give up and realize that this was it, this was the end of your endeavor, but then you sensed a life form, and a young one at that. It’s innocence drew you in to the room you felt it resided in, but you couldn’t tell if you were near it or not. You hadn’t ut your blindfold back on, but you still couldn’t see anyone here. You stepped forward until you accidentally kicked something. It looked like a mechanical egg of some sort. You were suddenly pulled to it, the energy you sensed was coming from the pod that lay in the middle of the walkway. You hadn’t remembered it being here the first time you came in, but now it was there, and you couldn’t stop looking at it. You knelt down and pushed the button on the font, opening the sides to reveal… a tiny yoda? It looked just like him, with his long ears and little nose. The little wispy hairs upon his head among his light green complexion. His eyes were so big, wide with so many emotions, and you knew that he was going to be the last one you took. You were going to bring him with you, whatever he was. He was just a baby, and needed help in this tumultuous time.
His little arms reached up to you, begging to be taken, and your heart broke, knowing he was probably left by someone who knew they couldn’t escape with the extra weight on their shoulders.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay,” you told him, pulling him from the pod and against your chest, letting him rest his tiny head there. You suddenly felt a very maternal instinct wash over you, and you felt determined to make sure he was taken care of. He was so small, so helpless, just a baby.
You weren’t too far from the archives this time, as you hadn’t journeyed far to find him. Once you were back at the grate, Madame Jocosta beamed with joy.
“The last one,” she looked to you for confirmation and you nodded.
“The last one.”
She lifted the grate, preparing to let you in first, but then a blaster shot went right past you head, scorching the wall in front of your face. You looked behind you, seeing that a single clone was standing at the end of the hall, calling for backup.
“Take him, I’ll be right behind you,” you handed him over, and she didn’t argue, holding the small green being close to her as she began the long crawl to freedom. You ignited your saber again, deflecting the shots that came, and readied yourself to fight when the other clones arrived. These were your friends, the people you shared tables with in the morning for breakfast, and now they were trying to off you at any chance they got.
You needed to stay in this corner, though it would put your ability to fight at risk, it was necessary to make sure no one else got through that tunnel until Madame Jocosta and the youngling had time to escape. You were feeling weaker than you normally did, as the long and horrendous day had taken the energy out of you.
The backup the clone ordered had finally arrived, and you did your best to keep them at bay, but as they came closer, you knew you couldn’t hold on. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end, but you had a feeling come over you that your time had come. As you struggled to deflect the shots, the first one had entered your body, right below your ribs. You dropped your lightsaber, a single tear running down your face. Another shot hit you on the side of your stomach. You stretched out through the force, trying to reach Obi-Wan to give him your last thoughts, but then the final shot entered you, directly into your abdomen, and you blacked out, unable to coherently think as everything turned black.
You were unconscious, but not dead, though you soon would be. you could feel yourself in a dream like state, except it was all still dark around you, and the things you sensed were only feelings floating around in your head.
You were unsure of what to do with these feelings, as they did not help you whatsoever In fact, they made your situation worse. They were only reminders, of what you’d failed to do, whom you’d failed to protect, and every bad decision you made that lead up to this point. you weren’t in a clear state of mind, obviously, but you didn’t understand why these things were being blamed on you, or rather why you were blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault that any of this happened, or that there was likely a new war starting, but your subconscious was blaming you for it all. You were a mess of feelings, and hoped they would all just melt away, and then they did. As light poured into your eyes, and you began to wake up, they faded to the back of your mind, and you had only one objective: survive.
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kookieswan · 2 years
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Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror… Angst and some odd fluff 🫣
Warnings: BIG warning this time! Mentions of dead bodies, blood, guts, bodily arm, mention of harm to Mc, psychological horror… Read cautiously! It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!
Summary: You’re left alone during a Code Red… Not for long though.
Notes: This one is gnarly but also fun! We meet some new people, and delve deeper into the minds of Nightmares 👀 This will likely have a part two!
This is the 5th part of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️
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WARNING: CODE RED, CODE RED…
Code red. Also known as the code to call when a Nightmare breaks free. You stare quietly at 061312 as the red lights flash above you, signaling that you should get to safety before you’re ripped to shreds (Williams words, not yours). The nightmare watches as you stand from your chair with a pinched expression, knowing by now that there isn’t going to be anyone to lead you to a secure area.
“Careful out there Doc, I’m not sure who escaped, and one Nightmare could be much more disastrous from another.” There aren’t many options, theres only four nightmares on this floor, and there’s already one in front of you. Perhaps closing yourself in with 061312 would be the best bet here, but then again, you don’t actually know him that well.
“Thank you for the advice; we’ll continue our session as soon as we can. I’m sorry about the interruption.” It peeves you a bit, always getting interrupted one way or another when you’re trying to talk to your patients. A nightmare on a massacre mission clearly isn’t going to care much about your needs though. Stepping over to the door, you sigh and raise your badge up to the sensor.
Peeking your head outside of the door, you make sure to close it behind you and confirm that no one is around, not a single guard has stayed to escort you. How lovely for you and your well-being. You step out quietly, wishing now more than ever that you weren’t wearing heels. The lights flash above you lazily, the once white halls bathed in red every other second.
You make your way toward one of the elevators, knowing it’s your best bet of avoiding any of the loose Nightmares. Luck, however, doesn’t seem to be on your side today. Rounding the last corner before your escape, you stop suddenly when you notice the hallway isn’t just bathed in red light, but dark crimson blood.
It’s on the floor, the walls, the mangled body, and the Nightmare that stands in front of you. 061309 has his back turned to you, looming over one of the bodies like a predator ready to rip apart it’s pray. A choked up sound leaves your body and he’s in front of you in seconds, barely giving you enough time to cover your scream. Curiously enough, his form is similar to what you’ve seen before, no where near his natural one, still clothed in his black jumpsuit. A five star Nightmare, fantastic news for you.
“Doctor _____, you really shouldn’t be out here right now… It’s dangerous, can’t you see?” The condescending tone doesn’t go I noticed, but you ignore it. Yes, you can very clearly see now the pool of bodies behind the Nightmare, all likely security that were trying to stop him. 061309 twitches a clawed hand up to your face, grasping your chin in his large hand tightly, and you try your hardest not to vomit. You knew that this might happen at some point, but not within your first few weeks here.
“I- I was trying to get to the elevator…” It comes out muddled as he squishes your cheeks slightly, turning your head from side to side. The blood on him smears across your face, dripping down onto your white coat and down to the floor at your feet, adding to the growing river. He appraises you silently for a moment, silver eyes giving no hint to his current state, only the blood that speckles his pale face.
“I see. There’s no need to worry, I won’t hurt you right now. Not knowing how much of a fit Hoseok would throw. It’s not worth having to deal with him.” Hoseok…? It’s a passing thought, but you’re glad that Hoseok isn’t the one that massacred at least ten people within the last ten or so minutes. From reading his last reports, the Nightmare seems to be doing better than usual. 061309 however…
“Why…?” He watches as your eyes flicker around the hallway, trying to take in the blood and guts without reaction. It’s hard to not grimace though as you see a dismembered head sitting on top of someone else’s ass, what looks to be intestines tying bodies together.
“Ever the curious one, hm? I’ll indulge you just this once; they made me mad, nothing more, nothing less. That’s all it really takes for me to want to see their guts hanging from the rafters.” And hang from the damn rafters they do. It’s like some sort of messed up art display the more you look at it, like 061309 wanted to make a point. The issue though is that you’re not sure what the point is, not yet. What an exciting day this has been… The sudden sound of steps echo quietly, and then loudly in your ears.
A man comes skidding around the corner before you can breath out another word, out of breathe clearly as he pants loudly. He spots you and the Nightmare, but instead of running away, he steps closer, careful of the blood. It’s obvious he’s a guard with the gun at his hip and the uniform he uses. It’s an oddity if you’ve ever seen one, all the other guards have steered clear unless they were needed. He looks around the hallway, over your shoulder, and then let’s out a frustrated sigh.
“Really Yoongi?! I just cleaned the damn floors this morning and it’s not even my fucking job. Fuck…” 061309, Yoongi, drops his hand from your face then, and appears almost sheepish for a split second. He turns fully to the security guard, a sly smirk growing on his face to a size that doesn’t look quite natural, you all but forgotten.
“No need to get mad Kookie, I made this pretty display for you after all. Do you not like it?” For him…? ‘Kookie’ doesn’t look convinced, eyebrows furrowed as he glances around the scene, and then at you finally. His eyes widen almost comically as he takes you in before he’s quite literally barreling toward you. It hits you then, he’s been mentioned in Yoongi’s file before as a person of interest, one that’s kept the Nightmares attention for quite some time, and as someone who’s worked here for years.
“And I’ll look at it closer after our new psychologist gets on the elevator, alright? Just give me a second, I’m sure its… Nice.” The man grabs your hand tightly in his own, dragging you right through the gore to get toward the elevator. It takes everything you have not to shriek as you nearly step on a rogue eyeball, ripped clean from someone’s skull. Yoongi doesn’t move, just cocks his head to the side and watches with that uncanny grin.
“Doctor _____, right? I’m Jungkook Jeon, one of the security guards around here. If you don’t mind, please let me take care of this, it’s my job after all.” Giving him a wide eyed nod, you just stay quiet, unsure if leaving this poor man down here is a good idea. You can’t bring yourself to care right now too much though, you need a shower and a cigarette.
Jungkook presses the button to call for the elevator… and then most of the lights go out only about ten seconds later. Someone must have shut down the main power supply, and at such a wonderful time. A piercing screech echoes through the halls behind you, somewhere close to where you know the stairway lies to ascend upward. You can’t help it, the feeling of panic making your nostrils flare, your lips twitch, your hand tighten around Jungkook’s. The guard doesn’t have time to make a new plan of action before a long claw is tapping his shoulder.
“I’ll take it from here, guard. Thank you for your time, you may leave.” The voice makes you pause, turning to see Hoseok standing directly behind you, Yoongi close to his heels. He looks like his usual self, but his eyes are blown wide with darkness, jaw tense, and it’s enough to make your unease rise up another level. Yoongi reaches around Hoseok, not caring about your presence in the slightest, grasping Jungkook’s hand tightly and pulling him toward the end of the hallway without a word.
“It was nice to meet you Doctor _____!” And then they’re gone. Hoseok stares at you, his wings stretching out far enough to block off your view of the massacre behind him. The nightmare raises a hand up, similarly to Yoongi, but doesn’t crush your face. Instead, he runs a finger softly across your check, pulling back to observe the blood there.
“Not yours…? That’s good, I wouldn’t like to see you hurt.” With that, he pops the finger into his mouth, slowly sucking the liquid off of it. You watch, both awed and grossed out by the situation, but also happy that you’re probably not going to die a horrible death. Hoseok seems to like you somewhat from your observations, you hope enough not to mangle you for fun like the others might. You’re falling suddenly, and then against a firm chest, held tightly in the Nighmares strong arms.
“You’ve had an exciting day, hm…? You’re coming with me. I’ll keep you safe Doctor, you have my word.”
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The Uchiha mess part 1: Sasuke
CW: su*cide mention
I'll be the first to admit that I didn't get Sasuke's character in my first read, or the third, or that I had to read some other fan’s interpretations about it and Sasuke Jinraiden...
The reason for it is his framing within the story. The Uchiha massacre is given little importance in the first part of Naruto, it had no social impact within Konoha. Konoha citizens must be like "Another massacre, another day."
And even if Sasuke is resentful for it (with good reason), he is socially functional. So as readers, we are lead to believe that it’s not a deal-breaker and that Sasuke can find a new family with his team. So when he trows everything for power, we kind of feel as confused as Naruto (at least I did).
This is where I think that the Uchiha massacre was a huge narrative mistake (not being moral or ethical here, just narratively). Because it has little consequences, and it shouldn’t. If you’re using a strong element in your story such as genocide, there should be strong consequences, and not just reflect in 2 persons. Not the point now.
So unless you have been through some stuff in your life, like grief and betrayal, it’s hard to feel empathy for Sasuke. As he tells Naruto in their fight at the Valley of the End: he’s not like Naruto because Naruto had nothing to lose, while Sasuke lost everything, even his dreams.
Tbh is even harder to get why Sasuke didn’t kill himself with that level of hardship and despair. And no, I don’t think the “hatred” is enough. To me there’s something missing there, that something that will help you get through the worst of depression and kickstart the human instinct of survival back up. Besides, I don’t think Sasuke immediately hated Itachi, even after all that he tells him and shows him. In my headcanon, Sasuke just HAD to hate Itachi, because, for some reason that he couldn’t comprehend, his brother was gone. That person he admired and loved, gone. Sasuke HAD to convince himself to seek revenge, because what else was there for him? At the end of the day, that’s what Itachi wanted him to do, so why not do it?
But I also think that in part 1 of Naruto, Sasuke still loved his elder brother, and that’s the reason he goes in this speach of cutting off his bonds. So that he can stop to feel any kind of love. Specially since reencoutering Itachi, and seeing that the brother he loved was dead, only a stranger wearing his face left behind.
Yet most of this is a headcanon of mine, because even if some of these feelings are implied in the scenes of the manga, we rarely get Sasuke’s thoughts on the panels. And it gets worst on part 2 as Sasuke don’t appears for a long time (Sasuke last appearance in part 1 is chapter 238, and then reappeared in chapter 300 (that’s over a year in weekly publication btw)).
It’s easy to think that Sasuke makes no sense in part 2, but again it's because there are big gaps between his appearances. Except of course at the end.
Dismissing his old teammates after they found him, makes sense because he already decided to let them go. And it's no like they have a different speech than before, "Please, come back!" Sure, that always work, right? I mean, imagine Sasuke saying: "Oh, now that you say it with that tone, I think I'll come back with you guys."
Gathering a new team makes sense, 'cause he doesn't know how long he'll be searching for Itachi.
Fighting Itachi on his own? That's kind of what he wanted.
Wanting to destroy Konoha after learning the truth about how the Hokage and Danzo destroyed his clan, while using his older brother to do it, and facing zero consequences? It makes complete sense, but the story frames it as "I'm going to avenge Itachi", which is only part of the whole thing. Even if Sasuke didn't learned the truth, I doubt he would have returned to Konoha, there was no reason for it.
Where things start to get sketchy, is when Sasuke mets Edo Tensei Itachi 'cause Itachi was Kishi's favorite plot devise (imagine if he would actually get a solid story). Even if I love their interactions, I think Sasuke still wanting to destroy Konoha makes more sense than he trying to understands what it means to be a shinobi (it's too far fetched and we are suppose to forget all about the Uchiha massacre in the process).
Reviving Orochimaru? I think it would make more sense if Sasuke would just know how to use Edo Tensei after watching it being dispelled. After all he was Orochimaru's student. And it's not like Orochimaru gets a good resolution after this.
When he talks to the Hokages it kind of feels like Sasuke wants to be convinced to go back to Konoha, fulfilling his brother's wishes. But he's unable to be a conformist, and the moment when Sasuke announces that he'll be the next Hokage is brilliant. Like THAT is character growth! I want to see that revolution based on the pain he went through after losing his family.
But, you know, the series is named Naruto, so Sasuke has to play the villain act and say that he'll kill basically all of Naruto's friends. Which makes no sense. 'Cause STRATEGY? And also OOC (Sasuke is smart, why provoke a fight with Naruto? It doesn't help his goals).
Finally, Kishi plays dirty on Sasuke, making him lose to Naruto, and destroying his character into becoming a conformist. A conformist about his new found dreams. A conformist about the desire of justice for his clan. A conformist about marring Sakura... (some day I'll write about this too).
One thing that I would have liked at the end, is erasing all this "I want to be evil!" speech of Sasuke. Just keeping the revolution part. And Naruto actually saying to Sasuke "You be the Hokage, I'll be there by your side." Meaning that Naruto also get some character growth! As he realizes that he doesn't NEED to become Hokage, he just wants to be respected and fulfill all that promises he made on the way.
So, the ending is another reason why Sasuke is a misunderstood character. Because he goes through all this transformative journey, only to be the same at the end (minus wanting to kill his brother). I mean, what was the point?
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jalapenobee · 1 year
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IT’S DONE
You are my sunshine (rewrite)
Everywhere he looked, there was red.
It dripped from gold jewelry and table edges, shattered wine glasses and soaked gloves. Leaking out from his body was red. It caked his face and blurred his vision. The room pulsed and ached with pain, mirroring the scene inside it. The ball had been turned into a bloody massacre, the shining floor littered with limp bodies; a few on their last breaths, the rest already dead.
With a groan, Keith turned on his back and blinked. His mouth felt like metal, his ears were ringing, and he felt numb and dizzy from blood loss. The ceiling multiplied and shifted, exhausting his eyes. He’d be the one casualty of Voltron, assuming the others weren’t in his state. Seeing no point in taking off his helmet, Keith closed his eyes and listened in on the celebratory cheers from over comms for a “mission well done”. He kept his head turned towards the door, listening for footsteps that signaled an approach. Pathetic, really. Even if it was an enemy, there’s a zero percent chance he’d be able to defend himself. Keith sighed. He’d much rather be doing something, something important. But it was too late for that now. He was getting weaker every passing second, the grip on life loosening bit by bit.
Every blink he made closed his eyelids longer than the last. Every few breaths brought jagged, searing streams of blood dripping down his chin. He did not wipe it off, instead focusing on matching the voices from the comms to their owners as they started to call his name.
“Wait. Guys, where did Keith go?” Allura. 
“…Keith… where are you? Are you okay?” Hunk. 
“Keith, where are you? Say something!” Lance.
Keith took a long breath and managed to speak in a cracking, broken voice. 
“Second ballroom. Don’t bother coming.”
Despite that, Lance insisted he’d come to get him and started to bolt for Keith’s location. The latter didn’t object; partly because he didn’t have the energy, and partly because his pleas would be useless. Lance was always claiming he’d do anything to keep Keith alive, as well as being there as he dies. Apparently, nothing’s going to stop him.
Half a minute later, Lance came running through the broken door with his bayard drawn, aiming it around the room in a frantic mess until he spotted Keith. Careful to avoid the pools of blood and dead weight, he hurried over and pulled off both of their cracked helmets. A careful hand slipped behind Keith’s back, raising him up slightly to Lance’s face.
“I’m gonna get you out of here, I promise.”
“No matter.”
Lance shook his head and tears were sent splattering down on Keith’s armor, blending with the blood and seeping into the cracks in the metal. The other’s voices were left unheard, as Lance desperately prayed to a god, any god, that Keith would make it. That the blood would stop gushing, oh jeez, please make the blood stop gushing. He cradled a tired Keith in his tired arms. “Please, you’re going to be okay.”
Keith turned his head to face Lance properly, his body lurching with coughs that brought more blood to the scene. Keith ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, tasting copper and salt. His throat felt right and his lips burned with pain with every word. He swallowed, and began to sing a delicate, slurred version of a nursery rhyme he’s sung more than a few times to calm Lance. 
“You are my sunshine…”
Lance’s teary, shaking voice chimed in, as he pressed his forehead to Keith’s. “My only sunshine…”
“You make me happy…” 
“When skies are gray…” For a moment, they were perfect - voices singing together, a melody all too familiar to them both. Then more coughs brought more blood; flown towards Lance’s face, and spat on the floor, armor, hands. A terrified Lance stroked Keith’s hair, smeared and tangled in debris, telling him to save his breath, yet Keith kept going. 
“You’ll never know, dear…” his hand fell limp against Lance’s. “How much… I love you.”
His eyes fluttered closed for the last time, and Lance was the only one left to finish singing while Keith managed a small smile and a sigh.
“Please don’t take… my sunshine away.”
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aezyrraeshh · 1 year
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; wip day!
i was tagged by @aartyom; thank you so much rena!! <33 tagging @arklay @nuclearstorms @devilbrakers @girlbosselrond @faarkas @indorilnerevarine @florbelles @camelliagwerm @steelport @reaperkiller @calenhads @aelyosos @swordcoasts @galacticvales @celticwoman @shadowglens & whoever else wants to do this!
the name of this wip, which is already 2k words 🤡 btw someone stop me, is "luna being a spooky asshole to strangers" and i honestly can't describe it any better.
Lys sees a surprisingly familiar figure, though describing her this way doesn’t feel natural under the circumstances. Questions swirl in his head as he eyes her, approaching carefully: why is she all alone? And what exactly is she doing here so late at night? Their investigation was put on hold, and she told him she was leaving first thing in the morning. Something doesn’t add up, uneasiness bleeds its way into his already troubled mind, making the man lower one of his hands on a hilt of the sword. 
She is still wearing the long, dark robes Lys has already seen her in, and the commander notices the glim of a golden brooch on her chest, but where there once was a delicate flower, now there is a snake nestled between the folds of her clothes. 
The only way he can describe her in this very moment is wrong; her entire appearance is refined and strangely regal: long, silvery locks of hair cascading down her back and framing the pale face, delicate purple fabric wrapped over her shoulder and, of course, the golden mask. It’s still securely in place, covering the upper half of her face and exposing her mouth, which is set into a thin, disapproving line. Gone is the kind smile of hers that shone brightly when Lys needed it the most, although it was his choice alone to ignore the sharpness of her teeth at the time. 
Foolish, how foolish he was.
Her elegant, almost serene stance makes her appear strangely harmless amidst the odious red covering the floors. When she steps forward, it’s with the quietness and confidence of a trained spy, and a chill runs down Lys’ spine as his eyes dart up to where hers should be. Despite not being able to see them through the mask, he finds himself trapped under her gaze. 
Perhaps, it’s a primal instinct within him kicking in– something inside him screams that he is in danger, and the best option is to turn on his heels and run far, far away from here. His commander was right, Lys should’ve ignored the call of his weeping heart to bring justice to his dead brethren. Now, the terrifying thought strikes him, he will be yet another victim of a massacre for he cannot even move his legs. Is this how the first touch of death feels like?
“You are here.” She breaks the silence, finally, even if it doesn’t make it any easier to breathe through the tension surrounding them. She seems to notice his inner turmoil for her lips stretch slightly in what seems like amusement. “Oh my, you are shivering. Scared, are you?”  
She says it as if it was a joke, but she doesn’t laugh– instead, she pauses like she expects him to find it amusing as well. When he doesn’t, she huffs and takes another step in his direction.
“You saw the blood on the walls, yes?” The venomous hiss catches Lys off guard, the smooth, silken tone of her voice is raised slightly, letting the irritation slip through the facade of calm. “So, please, do be so kind as to enlighten me, what about the pools of blood, mysterious disappearances of your men and the sign that clearly says to not enter made you think «looks decent enough to go inside all alone, surely I won’t get myself killed»? I highly doubt you wanted to play a hero considering how.. Shaken you are, oh mighty commander.”
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Blood Bond - A Naruto Fanfiction
|| Multi Chapter || Uchiha-centric || Canon Divergent AU || Alternate Storyline: Uchiha coup d'état instead of massacre || featuring OCs || Angst || Light Gore || weekly updates since I already finished writing this fic || author's Note at the end of the chapter
Itachi and Shisui fail to stop their clan. Instead, Fugaku follows through with his coup d'état and brings Konoha to its knees in a single night, changing the fate of his clan, his sons, and the entire ninja world forever…
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Chapter One Before You Start a War, You better Know what You're Fighting For
"This is the point of no return, isn't it?" Mikoto asked when she saw his hands dripping with blood. "Yes," Fugkau replied, pulling the door shut behind him. Her arms tightened their grip around Sasuke's body, who slept on her lap with his cheek against her chest. "All of them?" "Almost." She watched her husband rubbing the damp red from his skin with a white towel, leaving dark edges under his fingernails. "Danzō is still missing." "And… Itachi?" Mikoto only managed a whisper. "What about him?"
No answer. She assumed that spoke for itself, and the conclusion filled her eyes with tears.
"Please, Fugaku." She started to shiver. "If he-... Or if you-... I just want to know if-..." A first tear ran down her cheek, allowing her to see clearly for an instant before her vision blurred again and cleared up once more as the second tear beaded from the corner of her eye. "Is he all right?"
Fugaku put the towel aside. "Don't worry, he's alive. We confronted and arrested him near the Nakano River."
Her heart was pounding so frantically that she feared it might awaken the boy in her arms. "And what will happen with him?"
Fugaku brushed the blood-soaked shirt from his body. A fresh one lay ready for him to unfold. "That's yet to be decided. But treason is treason, Mikoto."
Mikoto brushed the tears from her face with the back of her hand. "I see..."
Silence. For minutes. But Mikoto had this feeling that even without words, Fugaku could hear what she was thinking anyway.
"I'll do what I can," Fugaku said eventually. "But I don't know if I can help."
"You must try." Mikoto could barely speak, trying so hard to hold back the tears. Her voice sounded painfully harsh. "Itachi is our son, despite everything. Please don't forget that. I don't want to lose him!"
"We already have." Fugaku stood with his back facing her; that way, she couldn't see that his eyes were also starting to glisten treacherously. "Itachi picked his side. Even if I succeed in convincing the others to spare his life, it won't change anything. He made his choice, and he won't change his mind. He's gone, out of reach." Fugaku's shoulders trembled. "It would be less painful if he... If he was..."
"If he was dead," Mikoto whispered. She lifted Sasuke a few inches, pulled her legs out from under his body, and carefully bedded him back down on the tatami mats. "Yes, it would be," she continued as she rose and walked toward her husband. " Being allowed to mourn our son's death would be less painful than having to despise him for his betrayal."
Eleven steps separated her from Fugaku: ...nine. Ten. Eleven...
Mikoto wrapped her arms around his stomach and nestled her chin against his shoulder, kissing his neck. With a sigh, Fugaku let his cheek sink against her hair. "I never will."
"Of course not," she mumbled, "He is your son. You will always love him." And you'll never recover from losing him. It will always hurt. "Just never let anyone but me know how you truly feel. They would misunderstand your pain and lose faith in you."
Fugaku turned around in her embrace. I know, the bleak expression on his face declared, and Mikoto's heart wanted to break when she saw his bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks.
She sobbed, digging her fingers into the folds of his shirt. "Yet, if they insist on his execution, you mustn't hesitate. Just do it." She shivered again. "Do it yourself and make sure it's quick. Don't let our son suffer."
Fugaku raised his left hand, grazing her temple with his fingertips, brushing her jaw and cheek, and finally stoking her lips before touching them with his. "I won't," he whispered into the kiss.
Heaving a sigh, Mikoto wrapped both arms around his neck and snuggled closer into his arms as a knock tapped against the door behind them.
"It's time, Commander. We're ready to go."
Mikoto felt the Fugaku's reluctance as he broke away from her lips. "In a minute," he answered through the closed door. The sudden harshness in his voice gave Mikoto's heart and stomach a twinge. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
"Copy that."
Mikoto wavered while listening to footsteps echoing away. Then, she brushed the tears off Fugaku's face. Despite her own, she forced a smile. "Are you ready?" "Determined by all means."
Fugaku took her hands in his and blew them a kiss before carefully pushing past her to walk the eleven steps to the sleeping Sasuke.
Mikoto remained in place. Fresh tears filled her eyes as she watched her husband kneel down beside the child, stroking back his black hair to kiss his forehead. "I love you, son," Fugaku whispered. "When you wake up, it will be over. Everything will be all right at last." He kissed Sasuke a second time. "I promise."
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"Have you ever put your hands inside a human's head?" Natsume asked.
His right pointer and middle finger lodged in a young unconscious Uchiha's eye socket, gushing more blood than it could hold.
Satoshi scrunched up his nose. "No."
"You won't be able to make that claim in a few seconds anymore. Come here."
Reluctantly, Satoshi drew a few steps closer and settled on his knees in the grass next to Natsume. The pressure of his knees squeezed seeped blood from the ground. It welled to the surface and soaked the fabric of his gray pants.
"My fingers are plugging the wound he's bleeding from," Natsume explained. "I can close it, but I need a minute or two to prepare the jutsu. You need to keep the pressure in the meantime to make sure he doesn't lose more blood."
Satoshi gulped. "Are you serious?"
"I rarely joke about people bleeding out, you know." The unconscious Uchiha under Natsume's hand twitched. "Come on, go ahead - before he comes around."
"Do I disinfect my hands first?" Satoshi asked, his gaze glued to Natsume's hand; the upper thirds of his pointer and middle finger disappeared between eyelashes and lids.
Natsume raised an eyebrow. "What do you think, huh?"
"Sorry." Satoshi cleared his throat, "I've never done anything like this before."
A small plastic bottle of disinfectant was lying in the grass beside the unconscious young man, whose black T-shirt was decorated with the Uchiha emblem. Satoshi's hand trembled as he picked the bottle up and pressed its beak-shaped cap down several times.
Fine spray wetted his skin and gathered into a thin film, which Satoshi carefully rubbed on both hands. The smell of alcohol burned in his nose, and the hairs on his arms erected - partly because of the cool disinfectant spray, partly because of the thought of poking a bleeding eye socket. He reached out for the fleshy cavity but hesitated at the sight of his fingernails: all at once, they seemed like claws.
"Baka!" hissed Natsume as Satoshi, without warning, put his hand in his mouth in a swift motion to nibble his fingernails down to the tip. "Now you can disinfect your hands again! Why don't you do that before?"
Satoshi picked up the disinfectant spray a second time. "Sorry," he repeated, spitting out the thin scrap of horn he had plucked off his fingernails. "I've really never done anything like this before."
"Trust me," Natsume sighed, "I can see that: you don't have to tell me every few seconds."
"Very helpful, man. Really. Thanks."
Natsume clicked his tongue. "Now, put your fingers in there already!"
Satoshi floundered as he carefully dipped his pointer into the puddle of red, with his middle finger following.
That's just a jar of strawberry jam that's been sitting in the sun too long, he implored himself. That's why it's warm. That's why it's sticky. Because it's melted strawberry jam, not blood: sweet jam that attracts wasps and molds if you don't put it in the fridge.
The blood smacked as Satoshi's fingers displaced it from the eye socket. It spilled over the rims and ran down Uchiha's pale face: over his temples into his ears; over his cheeks, chin, and neck into his clothes; over his brows and forehead into the roots of his black, shaggy hair. The socket wall felt like the sludge of rotten fruit, and the blood felt even stickier, slimier, than expected. More like syrup than jam. Scraps of coagulated blood floated in the pool, and Satoshi had the impression that they had a life of their own, actively wrapping his fingers.
"I think I'm going to be sick..." he muttered. His wrist bumped against Natsume's as they got in each other's way in the narrow eye socket.
"You got it?" Natsume asked.
Satoshi's fingers slid to Natsume's spot. Something pulsed against his skin, and he felt like tearing into a squashed slug, yet he bravely swallowed his nausea. "Got it."
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Had Tetsuka Amaya not dislocated her left shoulder during a mission two weeks earlier, much would have ensued differently that evening. She probably would have been with Natsume and Satohi instead of hovering over the sink at home, burying her face in the red pulp of a watermelon. With each bite, drops of the sticky juice dripped down her fingers and splashed into the drain with hollow "plong!" sounds.
She stood in the kitchen barefoot, wrapped in a white towel with dark blue spots. Little beads of sweat glistened on her deep brown skin from the hot bath she had taken a few minutes ago, with her hair still damp from the shower she had taken before climbing into the tub. Coiffed into a bunch of neat twists, the strands stuck to her shoulders and her back. Little drops of water ran down the lengths of her dense, violet curls and settled in their tips until they grew too heavy and splashed on the white floor tiles.
A fresh breeze blew through the open kitchen window, carrying the words of a harsh voice from a distance: "All villagers, retreat to the evacuation tunnels immediately! This is an order from the Hokage! Konoha is in danger! Keep calm and look out for each other!" Amaya heard the call but did not perceive it. It was yet too distant, too muffled to stand out; just one sound among many alongside birdsong, the tinkling wind chimes outside the window, and the barking dogs of the Inuzuka whose estate was across the street. "All ninja assemble at the 34th training area! Wait for further instructions!"
Amaya let the gnawed melon rind slap into the sink and licked the sweet juice from her fingers and lips before reaching for the next piece. A few brown-black seeds plopped onto her bare toes as she bit from this second slice but didn't lean forward over the sink fast enough. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Smacking her lips, Amaya squinted at the clock above the stove.
About an hour too early, claimed its hands.
Amaya put the nibbled piece of melon back on the plate and wiped her mouth and fingers with a checkered dish towel. "Not ready yet, Anko," she shouted, advancing to the house entrance, slurring her words as she used a toothpick to pick pulp from her teeth. "But there's some sake in the fridge if you want to wait until I-"
Amaya broke off because she was close enough to the front door now to see that two people were waiting behind the sliding door: between the bars, their bodies cast crooked shadows on the cream-colored rice paper. A fist pounded against the wooden frame.
"Open up!" "There's a problem!"
Amaya tucked the towel neatly under her armpits because, judging from the voices, the shadows outside the door belonged to two men. Cautiously, she pulled the door open, a small crack to peer outside, facing two pairs of blood-red Sharingan eyes. "Yes?"
"We're here to see Tetsuka Jun," said one of the two men, a balding giant. He towered over Amaya by two heads, his companion still by one." He is to report to the conference room of the Hokage residence immediately. Sandaime's orders."
The sun was already hanging quite low over the horizon, casting its light on the Tetsuka house at a steep angle, blinding Amaya. She had to shield her eyes with her hand to keep from blinking. "My father is on a mission," she explained, "I don't know when he'll be back."
The men exchanged a quick glance. The bald guy shrugged.
"What's your name, girl?" the other asked. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Amaya.
She pulled the towel tighter. "Tetsuka Amaya."
"Tetsuka Amaya," he repeated, nodding slowly. Amaya suddenly remembered very clearly how she had seen a hissing rattlesnake by the roadside for the first time many years ago. Its eyes had sparkled in a way similar to his. "Then you will attend in place of your father. No one will mind. As long as the Tetsuka clan is represented..."
Amaya shook her head. "Represented at what? What's going on?"
"All villagers, retreat to the evacuation tunnels immediately! This is an order from the Hokage! Konoha is in danger! Keep calm and look out for each other! All ninja assemble at the 34th training area! Wait for further instructions!"
Instinctively, Amaya turned her head in the direction from which she suspected the call. This time, she perceived it: during the past few minutes, it had moved from the center of the village closer to the district in the south where Amaya lived with her father. Her heartbeat quickened.
"What's going on?" she asked again. Her voice started to tremble.
The guy with the sparkling eyes waved her off, "You'll find out soon enough." "Just hurry," his companion added. "Remember, come to the conference room of the Hokage's residence. It is very urgent."
Without another word of explanation, the two men turned their backs on Amaya and strode down the three steps of the staircase that connected the front yard and porch. The Uchiha crest emblazoned the backs of their gray shirts.
Amaya remained in the doorway, perplexed, watching the two men with a thumping heart and an unpleasant tug in her lower abdomen as they took the narrow gravel path through the front yard, past the yellow chrysanthemums, the purple-speckled toad lilies, and the golden-orange azaleas. The gravel crunched under their feet until they passed the brass gate in the garden fence, overgrown with ivy.
Dust swirled from the road as the two Uchiha crossed it in a diagonal line. They stopped in front of the wooden gate to the Inuzuka estate.
On the gate was a sign showing a black dog with ruffled fur. The animal wore an eye patch over its right eye, and its left ear was missing. The retracted chaps exposed yellowed fangs. "I need five seconds to get to the door," red characters informed. "And you?"
Undeterred, the bald Uchiha's fist pounded against the wooden gate. "Open up!" And the other added, "There's a problem!"
Behind the wall, a storm of growling, yapping, and howling erupted, punctuated by hissing "Shhh!" sounds or shouts of "Off! Off!" before the gate swung open. Kiba, a little boy with brown hair and fair skin, appeared. On his head, he carried Akamaru, his white puppy.
"Yes?" Amaya heard the little boy ask. "We're here to see Inuzuka Tsume." "'Mom! Here's a baldie who wants to see you!"
Amaya took a deep breath and retreated into the house to get dressed. She began to understand, The Hokage is gathering the clan leaders. Whatever's happening, it's bad.
She had no way of guessing that the Hokage was already dead.
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Dividers by @/ohmarigold
Autor's note: I'm so happy and excited to finally share this fic after putting so much time, thought, and passion into it. This project started with the question, what if Fugaku's coup d'etat had been successful? As I began to imagine this alternative scenario, I also tackled the question of how the Uchiha would've pulled that off and found that this was an entire story on its own. And I can already promise a lot of angst as it gets pretty gritty :D
Thank you so much for sticking around to the end of the chapter! I really hope you liked the kick-off. If so, please consider reblogging, and if you take the time and energy to leave a comment, I'll be forever grateful.
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if you're still doing prompts, mayybee....something with red riding hood Jason please?
Young as he is, Jason isn’t a stranger to violence.  It’s something he knows intimately:  to be preyed on, to be hunted; burned and beaten and violated.  Jason knows how it is to be cornered and scared, wounded and vulnerable.  He knows how it is to be helpless, hopeless.  Pushed past your limits until you're not yourself anymore.
When Jason can fight, he fights.  He's violent about it because that's what he knows best.  There's nothing practiced or honorable in how he lashes out, thrashing and bucking and hitting wildly.  Bruised knuckles from punching, split nails from scratching, an aching jaw from biting.  Anything is fair game if it means getting out alive and getting away and being safe for another day.
(Anything is better than the pain of being dehumanized - another warm body, another pretty crier; whine a bit louder, bitch).
There's nothing strange to him about violence.  It's what he's grown up with.  It's the way of the world.  It's his father beating him for taking too much, for giving too little; a collar of burns for being too slow, too dumb, for taking up too much space, for being so damn loud.  It's his mother pleading with him, appealing to the boy in him that wants to be good to help her, if he loves her -
It's his mother selling him out for her addictions.  It's those dealers taking and taking and taking although he cries for them to stop, for his mother to help him.  It hurts, it hurts -
It's all the degenerates on the street that come across a struggling kid and see an easy target to take advantage of.  Too small, too starved, too tired to fight back.
Beaten.  Burned.  Violated.
This isn't Jason's first time seeing a dead man.  It's not even his first time seeing a mass grave.  What's different though is the carnage .  What's different is that Jason is running until he slips in blood and then he's covered in it - his hands, the makeshift cloak he's patch worked together over the years.
The forest is where vagrants go to die.  Jason wasn't planning on dying that night though.  He just needed cover.  He just needed to get away from the townsfolk with their torches and pitchforks - metaphorical or otherwise.  Jason just wanted peace, but what he finds instead is chaos.
He swallows thickly, body trembling as he takes in the massacre around him.  Blood seeps into the dirty and stained material of his cloak.  It makes it heavy when Jason drags himself to his feet.  He can hear how it drips back into the puddle he'd fallen in.
Poachers, Jason eventually recognizes.  Their weapons scattered.  Their bodies, too.  He can't tell how many of them there were - torn apart as they are.  It's vicious, though Jason can't say for certain if it's necessarily cruel.
(Because he knows how it feels to be hunted, to be wounded and cornered and jeered at.  To be seen as prey, a target).
Jason's heart races in his chest.  With a trembling hand, he tries to wipe away some of the blood that splashed onto his face when he fell, only his hands are tacky.  Smearing it further.  When he looks down at his hands, Jason sees how dark they are.  Faintly red in the light of the moon.
He takes a step forward, boots squelching beneath him as he steps further into the clearing.  He wipes his hands on his cloak, turning in a tight circle as he takes in the devastation.
Good riddance, a part of him thinks.  More than that though, he hopes to himself that whatever was being hunted got away safely.
Shouting resounds in the distance.  When Jason looks over his shoulder, he sees the faint glow of torches and everything stops again, becoming terribly still.  Jason takes a step back, but a broken branch snaps underfoot and Jason - he doesn't wait.  He can already hear the shouting, ' this way!' so he turns and runs .
Further into the forest, because surely no one will follow him so deep.  The forest is where the lost and downtrodden go to die.  Rumor has it that it's haunted by their ghosts - all their regrets and lingering sorrows.  There's a beast in this forest that preys on anguish.  Maybe if the townsfolk come across the slaughter, they'll be too spooked to continue to chase him.  That's not usually how Jason's luck goes though.  Surely they won't be so crazed with their witch-hunt to continue seeking him out though?
There's no time to focus on how the ground beneath him gives way to large tracks or spatters of blood.  A slow trail that Jason follows on instinct because he's a fool for danger, a glutton for punishment.
It's when Jason breaks through to another clearing that he sees it - the beast.  A frighteningly large wolf.  It's wounded from its fight with the poachers, body prone where it lays across the forest floor.  There's something otherworldly about it.  It's beautiful in that way that tragedies are, in that way that magic is.
But their body is prone.  The gash in its side runs deep.  Whatever breath they take is sharp and shallow because they're dying.
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There’s more!!  But it’s lengthy so ~ Red Riding Hood Jason!
LRRH!Jason is the sweetest visual, lol.
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whoviancumberbunny · 1 year
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Small Miracles - Part Two of My Scanlan Shorthalt fluff fic
Part one: Tentative Love
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Small Miracles
Scanlan Shorthalt and Other Vox Machina characters Created by Critical Role
 Story By Melissa C.  Scraper
 Few months before Scanlan had proposed to Lucy they had all journeyed to the abanadoned Collins Family Estate “I said to stay in the basement for a reason.” Lucy said looking away they had found their way into the formal dining room using Pike’s connection to the everlight,  “You asked about the scar on my arm. The secret package behind the south wall has suit of armor in it. When I started running I tripped over it.”
 “This was a massacre.  Like the Briarwoods did to my family.”  Percy sees a portrait of Quentin “I think your father was a business associate of my parents he looks vaguely familiar.”
 “Please don’t look at that portrait. I hated sitting for it. It was family tradition for everyone In the family to sit for portrait on their 15th birthday.”  She looks “wait a minute, i looks like at some point Gabriel damaged it there is letter in the frame.”  She gets it out.
 Scanlan “Where is the music coming from?”
 “My father’s spirit is playing his piano for me.”  It would take all night for them to figure out how to carefully remove the seven bodies of Lucy’s family.  ”the trick will be actually burying them in the graveyard. The caretaker never consistently locked the gates.”  
 A few days later at the Inn “It’s okay everyone this is the Collins family attorney, in name and in title, Desmond Collins this is my..boyfriend, Scanlan Shorthalt.” she didn’t want to call him lover because they were intimate in other ways  everyone else introduced themselves “Make Sure my family gets grave markers and bury Eli in my crypt.” They look at her “as soon as we are presented publicly we are assigned crypt in the collins mausoleum. Desmond has one too.”
 Desmond “I will make sure everything gets done.”  
 “Sell the mansion. My home is Whitestone.” She looked at him “Sell the dead to the family company to the workers. I know part of the reason they hate our family is because it has always profited off their work and barely paid them.”
 “Are you sure?”
 “it never felt like home to me, Monty. I know it never felt like home to you either or  you never would have left town with Leticia. The same time my parents met.”
 Desmond takes out last will and testament “Your grandmother left everything to you.”
 “I know.” she signs all the papers “Time to burn bridges and not look back.  I want you to give 10, 000 gold pieces to Mister Stokes the former groundskeeper I saw that he is living in town now. Tell him whatever you wish. He deserves it after years of dealing with Gabriel.” She looks at Desmond “Monty, set aside money so you and Leticia can adopt I know you always wanted kids but never were able to have your own.”
 Scanlan stands there mindlessly strumming his mandolin he was still trying to finish the song, he had been trying since they officially started courting to write this song.   He sits with Percy “She is so gentle how is it possible that after all she has been through she still wants to help people?”
 “The best I can say, my friend is that Lucy wants to help people not end up the way her family did.”  He looked at him “Stop trying to r write the song. It will come to you when the time is right. I have feeling her family has enemies in this village.  Did you see the people glaring as we arrived.” After Desmond leaves Lucy sits with them.
 Lucy takes the note out she found in her portrait out and opens it.
 Lucy, I don’t know if you will read this I hope you are somewhere happy and safe.  You’ve probably met with Desmond by now. I have feeling I know what you will do with the house.  I feel like I was terrible father to you.  I am sorry for the things I may have forced you to do in your life, I am sorry for betraying your mother.   She tried so hard to change me but I was already of questionable morals when I met her. Your mother had an older sister who lived in town before she.  I couldn’t stay loyal to one woman.  Their brother came to town intent on shooting me after their sister was found dead.
 But I don’t need to burden you with my issues.  I left money for you with a friend of mine in Whitestone. Desmond doesn’t know about it but should you ever end up there ask for help. Live your life, I was never allowed to live the life I wanted. I wanted to be a sailor. Do be the light in someone else’s life that you were in my brief and corrupted life, your father Quentin Charles Collins
She hands the note to Scanlan “Her father has money somewhere in Whitestone. That he buried there for her.” After spending two weeks and finally figuring out that it had been buried near the Sun Tree.
 “I know normally men kneel when they are about to propose but I am already shorter than you. Lucero Angelique Harridge DuPres Collins will you take this humble jack ass as your husband I will do my best to continue taking care of you.” Suddenly trinket lift him up where he is looking her In the eye “What’s your answer.”
 “Yes.” He kisses her as his hand gently caresses her cheek “I love you. I do I do I do.”  He looks at Vex “Can trinket put me down his nose is in awkward places.” They laugh as Trinket lowers him to the ground
A little over a year later “Calm down it is not deadly disease unless you think of baby as a parasite.” Lucy says as she returns from her visit with the De Rolo Family Physician.  Suddenly it dawns on Scanlan what she just said  and he trips over the fireplace hearth as he goes over to her
 “Really?” his face breaks out into a big dopey grin “I never thought I could be more happy that I was when you became mrs. shorthalt.” He stands up  and kisses her “I guess I won’t be able to sit on your lap for few months.   That was one of his favorite things about coming home to her. Sitting on her lap as she’d played with his ponytail “You’re my home, you know that right?” he said
 “You’re mine too.  You saved me in more ways  than you understand.”   She whispers “If the baby is a Girl we should name her Daphne Juniper.” She smiles at him “Let’s go for walk we haven’t been for walk in few days.”  As they walk “I think the baby was conceived that night at harvest festival in Vasselheim.”
 “when you accidentally figured out playing with my ears…turns me on.” He said with a smirk  “I can’t believe you remembered I told you my mother’s name, was Juniper.” They sit on the bench Percy, Vax and Grog carved for them as a wedding present.  “Your father appeared in one of my dreams shortly after we got married. He told me not be the man he was.”
 “He saw his own mistakes too late, his music was the only way he could think of to show me love because he was raised by an emotionally distant father who always waited for him to make mistakes.”  She smiled “You are wearing the shirt I made you.”
 “I like it more than the shirts I paid for before you gave it to me to keep me warm. I never thought I would be a father.  You never explained why you refuse to hold seances.”
 “Because they don’t just create an opening for the ones you want to talk to. They create an opening for dark spirits to enter too. My mother’s journal said Shortly after I was born,  my father roommate from university showed up at the mansion with cursed mask that belonged to warlock and he put it on while under the influence of the warlock he tried to seduce my mother. My father had to stab him. And he fell off the cliff and into the water.”  
 “How are you the only sane one born in that house?”  he said smiling pulling her out of the morbid mood that she tended to switch to when her family was brought up “If we ever have other children I think we should name one of them Elijah. After your brother.”
 “That’s a good idea.  I was just thinking about what you did for my birthday.  Not in the bedroom.”
 “I still can’t believe I convinced Grog and Percy   to be part of that dance number.” He grinned “But I love to see you laugh and smile though.”  She flinches a little “Should I make a brilliant cover story for he bruise I will obviously get from tripping over the fireplace?”
 “Have you forgotten that Percy tripped hitting his head on the dining table when Vex announced she was pregnant. He’s way more dignified than you. I swear he mumbled fuckin’ ow.”
 “You weren’t there when Vesper was born. He forgot to open the door first and walked into it.”
 Meanwhile inside  Percy “I am going to have the craftsman make crib for them.”
 “Percy Darling, you are blacksmith. You could give them silver rattle as a token of good luck. Like Lucy has done for our daughter.”  They all look down at their wrists, they had gotten so accustomed to the hand woven bracelets she gave them for their birthdays that they almost forgot they had them  “She made the dream catcher we have over our bed.”
 Vax looking out the window “There’s going to be another death in village soon.  Our lady of the ravens is roaming around.” He knew Lucy could see it too but lucy had learned not to spoil their calm moments by mentioning the frailty of existence  “She uses the money she has to help others. We should do what we can to make her pregnancy comfortable.”
 Vex “Brother, we all agree with that. Come  here we are going to show you how to sew and we are going to make baby quilt for their baby.”   Lucy had taught her how to do quilts and sometimes she would do it as form of meditation. She laughs as he cusses under his breath every time he pokes himself with needle “Honestly Vax you can handle daggers and swords but 1 tiny needle draws blood.” The intended to work on the quilt when Lucy and Scanlan went for walks. “Why aren’t you making your husband work on this thing too?”
 “Because, Vax, he’s making his own gift for Lucy and Scanlan’s baby.” On fact Percy would go overboard and fashion silver rattle and build and cradle for baby Daphne himself.  Lucy deserved his respect and he knew she would never accept a title.  
 A few months later with Pike as Midwife, Scanlan paced nervously outside the bedroom and when he heard the baby cry. He carefully knocked on the door “Is it safe to come in.”
 Lucy “Come say hello to our daughter.”   She said quietly “Daphne this idiot here is your father.”  
 “Hello there little one.” He smiled at lucy and brushed her hair out of her face “I can watch the baby while you sleep.”  He carefully takes the baby into his arms “Hello Daphne Juniper. Your mom and I promise to do our best to protect you and let you just be yourself.”
 “Don’t forget t you need to eventually let her sleep too, Scanlan.” She kisses him and as soon as the door is closed Lucy falls asleep
 “Hey everyone say hello to the newest member of our group. Daphne Juniper Shorthalt.”  He looked at them “Before you ask. It was my choice to wait outside.” He said to Percy.
 “That’s not what I was going to say.”  He pulls out gift he made for Scanlan. “I figured it would be good for you to have rocking chair in proportion to your body so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself of Daphne.”
 Scanlan “Before I forget again.  Lucy wants Vax and Pike to be Daphne’s godparents.”  
Vax’ildan “Why me. I was dick to her the first time I said anything to her.”
 “Because she wants Daphne to learn about the balance between light and dark.  Life and death. One can’t exist without the other.”  He looked at percy “Thank you. You went overboard . you hmade an ornate hand carved crib, a silver rattle and whatever that is.”
 “it was supposed to be silver spoon but I couldn’t get it right and kept cutting them so I made it into windchimes.” He blushed “What can I say I like it better making gifts than I did making weapons when we were just roaming band of psychos.”
 Pike “But gods we have good stories to tell the kids when they are old enough.”  
 “I never told you about the in the chest with the money Quentin left for Lucy.” Scanlan said “It said we are all stories in the end. Make the rest of your story the best one you can.”
 Percy “The people of the town want to make Lucy the first saint of Whitestone.”
 “She is not a saint she is just person who wants to atone for the sins of her family.”
 Kiki “She found a dead bord in the manor garden and insisted we have funeral for it.  Let’s go for walk Vax.”
 A few weeks later “I know I am expected to stay in bed for two months. But I hate being in bed.”   Lucy looks around “Where are Scanlan and Daphne.”
 “He takes her for walk in her pram, to help her sleep when you are sleeping.” Percy explained as Lucy sat down “Here have something to eat.”
 “As long as someone else cooked it. last time I ate something you made, Percival. I was sick for three days.”
 “What can I say?” he smiled “I am a good blacksmith but apparently cooking requires a delicate touch.”  He placed a bowl of stew in front of her “Believe it or not.  Scanlan made this. He’s asked Vex and Pike to show him to make food for you and when she starts eating solid food, Daphne.  You’ve made him a better man.  He was a decent man.”
 “I saw the man he hid from all of you. He was afraid you’d reject him if you knew his truth.”  She sighed “That’s how I felt.”
 When Scanlan gets home with baby daphne. He takes her out of the baby carriage and walks over to lucy and kisses her “Hey princess.”
 “Hey there handsome. What is the baby wearing.”
 “A gift from Gilmore and Deidre.”  It suddenly dawns on the other that h the baby is wearing beret that matches Scanlan’s “I think it is adorable.”
 “She’s only three weeks old she doesn’t need to draw attention, people are drawn to babies anyway. It is not the beret I object to.  Babies have sensitive skin and Gilmore gave her a silk romper.” She sighs everyone,  in their lives, wanted to spoil the baby
 A few months later “Pike, can you watch Daphne tonight.  My wife and I need time to ourselves for a little while we are going to the Inn.” When Lucy comes out of the bedroom after putting on the clothes that Gilmore just made for her, his jaw dropped “Be Still my heart.”
 Gilmore   “I told you I could make an outfit that makes him speechless without showing cleavage.”
 “Thank Diedre for the hat too.”  She said as she went ot pay him
 “No.  it is gift. I can get paid by other customers you are a friend.” He kisses lucy on the cheek “be careful not to accidentally create another life tonight.”
 “You just want a boy to see if I will make you a godfather, Gilmore.”
“If I did have a godson his presentation outfit would be fabulous.”  He said as he left
 Lucy giggled and went over to him as he stood on the stepstool to kiss her “Hey there handsome.”   she said, it would be obvious to people who didn’t even know them well that he made an effort to always show he loved her.   “I love you. I didnlt forget you birthday I just hadn’t finished you present yet.”  She goes overo the window seat and opens the cabinet taking out a wooden box containing and hand carved bamboo flute
 He opens it and stares at it for few minutes “Lucy. Is this why you have been borrowing books from the library.”
 “I gave those to her as a gift, Scanlan.” Vax elbows Percy “Ow. You didn’t need to elbow me that hard Vax’ildan.” Scanlan starts playing the lullabye he’s been writing for Daphne, it was obvious to everyone around them that his inspiration was now his wife and daughter and not just self praising  prose.  
 To be continued…
 Wednesday, February 1st, 2023
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Lyric Analysis - Moscow Rules
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Hello, everyone! This is probably my first post in years - I believe that getting front row in Knebworth + Liam’s new album made me feel reconnected to Oasis again. This post is about my - probably - favourite tune from C`mon You Know. Probably one of the best things a Gallagher has released (ever). In my opinion, Moscow Rules has two possible interpretations. The first one would be a post-war context, where Liam directly talks to/about a guy who went to war and from the moment this guy gets home after war to these days, he’s got nothing, cause the war took everything he had. Actually, that’s the interpretation that I believe that is the real one. Like, the one the writers had in mind when they wrote this. Aaaand there’s the other one, which is... Noel. Again, I know the song wasn’t written planned to be about him, but if we didn’t have our imagination, what we could have? :) Please, find below the analysis. 
Home again But in your dreams you creep back to the wire Tell the truth or something close They'll just call you a liar And when it's done you can't even retire Back on the run, back in the line of fire
For the full understanding of this lyrics analysis, I first need to clear that, instead of the war being an actual war, I would say that the war was Oasis, indeed. Liam and Noel were always fighting for a bigger cause that they didn’t even know what it was, aka just an excuse to show who had more power and control under the other/the band. I could say that I can go deeper and say that the war is Oasis in the final years - 2008 to 2009, since that’s when the shit hit the fan. The first two lines, to me, could be about Noel finally quitting Oasis (home again), but still, his mind keeps wandering back to Liam/Oasis itself. Something that he can’t really help.  I’m still analysing the two following lines, since, to me, they could speak both for Noel and Liam himself. If they’re about Liam, it could be about the media attacks right after Oasis split, when Noel and every single soul on the planet would blame him for the split. If they are related to Noel, I’d say they’re in a nowadays context, where the tables have turned and the media and every single soul on the planet is against Noel. A kind of karma effect in mind, since now Noel is tasting his own poison. “And when it’s done, you can’t even retire” - even though Noel and Liam are successful musicians, they can’t simply retire cause the bills keep coming - don’t get me wrong, I know they have a shitload of money, but IIRC, Liam recently said that we would like to retire and live a peaceful life but he can’t manage to do that. Period.  Perhaps, the retirement itself has a psychological meaning - retire from the Oasis memories and everything they went through, which would emphasise the first two lines - and the last one as well.
Turn the page and burned the book The day we said goodbye, I walked alone And looked ahead, avoided all the eyes But when it's dead it doesn't even die
These bunch of lines to me are not even about Liam and Noel’s emotional split - which, to me, occurred around ‘96-’97 (and I’ve already talked about it a lot in my previous posts), they are about Oasis split, again. When Oasis broke up, Liam immediately knew that he could not let that stop him - that’s why Beady Eye was formed only a couple of hours Noel walked away. Liam avoided all the eyes, first cause as I said, everyone was blaming him, and secondly cause it seemed like Beady Eye was chased (in a terrible way) by the media, no matter how Liam put effort in the band, everyone would say it was a lame band. WHICH IS NOT TRUE, OK?!?!? Please, respect me, I’m Beady Eye’s #1 fan. Also, may I add that “I walked alone [...] avoided all the eyes” can be about the hidden meaning of Oasis breaking up - which is, too, an emotional break up, from Noel to Liam. Massacring Oasis’ existence was the final step of Noel’s ““revenge””, the last straw, indeed. That was, to Liam, far more personal than just putting the band away, it was a way of telling him that no matter how beautiful things they lived in the past, it was Over. and “avoiding all the eyes” would be a way to don’t let the sadness regarding Noel to show up. “But when it’s dead, it doesn’t even die”, again, can be about Oasis, since you can’t murder something so huge and get away with it/let people forget about it, or their feelings for each other. Even after almost 13 years of the split, they can’t get over each other, because that they have will always live. And I quote Liam:
“Me and him are brothers and we will never be over. In the back of my mind, there was always a way back. Me and him will go on forever, and beyond…beyond ... beyond this time. It will go on forever and ever.”
That’s most likely my favourite Liam quote.
Nothing's new, nothing's cool Here again and baby, we're both fools
Nothing new happens regarding they getting over the other, the cycle always seems to repeat itself (”here again”) the beef continues and Liam knows, indeed, they are both idiots for being to proud to not reach out, expecting that, as mentioned in the previous lines, their thing will someday “die” and they will be happy to move on without each other, since that scenario would be nonsense. 
Follows me, follows you It's the same Moscow rules Lonely man, I think you're never alone Even at home The empty seat across the table is staring back
That’s what I’m talking about! Just like a war keeps track on someone forever, becoming a real trauma, the feeling of love, the memories they shared, Oasis - everything, they follow Liam and follow Noel, just like a ghost, a kind of haunting.  Just for the record, The Moscow Rules are:
Assume nothing. Never go against your gut. Everyone is potentially under opposition control. Do not look back; you are never completely alone. Go with the flow, blend in. Vary your pattern and stay within your cover. Lull them into a sense of complacency. Do not harass the opposition. Pick the time and place for action. Keep your options open. In the actual war context I mentioned, I believe this line would be regarding the trauma the war caused to the man Liam’s talking to/about - the man keeps thinking about these rules forever, repeatedly, even after the war is over. Liam and Noel, somehow, are inside a war against each other since 2009. To me, the Moscow Rules are like a guide that teaches someone how to be strategic and a cold person, not ruled by their feelings. So Liam and Noel are following these rules ever since they broke up. Treating each other not like humans, but as war opponents. Which sucks, to be really honest. I believe this song is actually about how every battle eventually comes to an end, but theirs seems to never finish. From “Lonely man” onwards: from the first moment I listened to those lines I could only imagine Noel sitting at Peggy’s house at the same table they all used to dine, and seeing Liam’s seat empty and doing nothing to change it. That can apply to the dining table of his own house too, to be honest. And, clearly, even though the seat is empty, he can still see Liam on it, staring at him with the pair of eyes Noel loves so much - have you ever realised how many times Noel mentions “eyes” in his songs?
Overcast, can't see the sun But I can see the moon Paralysed by memories of ruined afternoons Get outta bed and come sing us a tune
SO WON’T YOU LET ME HAVE MY HEAD AND THEN I CAN SEE THE SUUUUUUN? Just kidding. Noel can only see the moon - this part is kinda of obvious, since the night is always the perfect time to get sad about everything. Noel can’t see the warmth in life anymore, just the darkness around. ”Paralysed by memories of ruined afternoons” - paralysed by the memories of when things were perfect but, for reasons as pride and cockyness, either of them would fuck everything up just to, again, prove who was the more powerful among them. ”Get outta bed and come us sing a tune” - get out of depressive thoughts (or even lazyness) and reform O-fucking-asis please Noel Liam is once  more BEGGING you.
Nothing's new, nothing's cool Here again and baby, we're both fools
Follows me, follows you It's the same Moscow rules Lonely man, I think you're never alone Even at home The empty seat across the table is staring back
Follows me, follows you It's the same Moscow rules Lonely man, I think you're never alone Even at home The empty seat across the table is staring back
That’s it, basically. Thank you for coming to my TED Talks, feel free to send me asks about it and share your opinions on these magnificent lyrics. Don’t forget to reblog too because I’ve been non-stop writing for 45 minutes and I wish I can get some acknowledgment on that. Cheers!
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