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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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Someone's banging on his door, the noise so loud that it drowns out Queen blasting from his speakers. His first thought is, "It's back," quickly followed by panic that grips his heart, squeezing it tight as he thinks, "Someone's hurt".

Steve runs to the front door and flings it open before the second thought fully registers, his fears seemingly confirmed when he finds Eddie standing on his porch, fist raised to knock again. The adrenaline pumping through his veins makes everything laser sharp, his mind running a mile a minute as he takes in the man in front of him.

The man who owns his heart and who looks seconds away from collapsing. The dark bruises on his face are a stark contrast to the pallor of his skin, and Steve's stomach drops at the sight of one of those beloved eyes swollen shut. There is blood on Eddie's face, dripping from his nose, which also looks swollen and slightly crooked, and from his mouth, where his lip is split open. He's hunched over, his other arm wrapped around his own middle in a protective grip. 'Please don't let him be hurt any more than this, I can't lose him,' he pleads to a god he doesn't even believe in.

He would beg any deity and any demon for Eddie. His life, his soul, they could have it all if it meant Eddie would be okay.

It's not healthy or well-adjusted or whatever psych-speak there is to say that what Steve feels for Eddie might be fucked up in its intensity. It's not like Steve gives a fuck. He has more important things on his mind.

"Eddie." He wants to say it in a calm and soothing voice, knows that's what Eddie needs to feel safe, but all he manages is a broken whisper, his fear ringing in every syllable.

"Hi baby," his boyfriend says with a smile that turns into a pained grimace before it's fully formed, "sorry for barging in on you like this but I didn't know where else to go."

It breaks Steve's heart to see Eddie like this. The man he knows, the man he loves, is larger than life, with a big grin and an even bigger heart. He shouldn't look like this, so small and still trying to make himself even smaller, and the only thing Steve can do right now is open his arms and let him sink into his body so Steve can hide him away from a world that doesn't deserve someone like Eddie.

Eddie falls right into him, and Steve wraps him in a careful hug until Eddie pushes even closer, obviously needing to be held tight enough that he can fall apart without losing a piece of himself.

They're still on Steve's doorstep, out in the open for anyone to see, but he doesn't care. Steve has a feeling that he won't be in this shithole of a town much longer anyway.

"Oh baby, it's okay, I got you, you're safe here," he coos into Eddie's ear. He wants to ask what happened. He wants to ask what (who) did this and rush upstairs to grab his bat and bash in the skull of whatever (whoever) did this to him.

A pained whimper is all the warning he gets before the weight in his arms grows heavier as Eddie lets himself crumble and break, trusting Steve to hold him through it.

Steve does, almost carrying Eddie to the couch and pulling him onto his lap once they're there, never letting go of him, not even for a second. Once they're both settled, Steve continues to just hold Eddie as he continues to tremble in Steve's arms, silent sobs tearing through his body.

It takes a long time before Eddie slowly lifts his head from where it's nestled against Steve's neck. "I'm sorry," he says again, as if it was ever a hardship for Steve to have Eddie in his arms. As if it's his fault that they live in a world with sharp teeth that likes to sink them into anything soft.

"Don't be, none of this is your fault. Whoever did this to you should be sorry." He doesn't add that they'll be sorry if he has anything to say about it, because he knows that would upset Eddie. That's why Steve keeps those ugly things away from him.

Eddie laughs humorlessly. "I'm pretty sure the only thing they're sorry for is not finishing the job. Some days I think the next time will be the last. That this time they will finish it, finish me. I'm pretty sure that if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to die here, Steve."

And that's... Steve knows deep down that that's the truth. It's not Eddie being dramatic, like the time he fell to the floor as if Steve had mortally wounded him by refusing to watch the thing with him for the tenth time. It's Eddie speaking a truth that Steve has been trying to hide from them both for months.

Steve knows it's time to make a choice. For himself and for Eddie. For them. Either they leave this town, tonight, or they may never leave it again. Not alive. Because where one goes, the other follows, and Steve knows he can't protect Eddie forever from the hate and violence that bled into the heart of this town long before either of them were born.

"If we leave now, we can be in Indiana before midnight," Steve hears himself say, the decision already made, because the alternative is blood and pain and sorrow.

The kids graduated a few months ago and are about to leave for college. Robin, Nancy and Jonathan are long gone, many miles and just a phone call away. It doesn't matter where they go, any place would be better than here. They have nothing to lose but each other.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"What I'm saying," Steve replies, "is that we can pack up my car right now and be on the highway in about an hour. It's not far to Indy from there. Or Chicago. Hell, if you still wanna go to California, we can do that. I don't care, Eddie. As long as it's with you, we could go to the moon and I'd be happy."

Dark brown eyes search his, one still so swollen Steve wonders if Eddie can see anything with it, the other bloodshot but still beautiful.

"You would do that? Just up and leave everything behind. For me?"

Steve wonders how someone as bright as Eddie (because grades don't make you smart, they both know that) could sometimes be so dense.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." It's not a grand declaration of his undying love, no poetic words as Eddie would find them. Just the simple truth of his irrevocable devotion.

Another searching look before Eddie climbs off his lap and back to his feet. He holds out his hand for Steve to take, and when he does, Eddie pulls him to his feet to kiss him. It's hard, a desperate, hungry edge to it, raw like the blood Steve tastes from the cut in Eddie's lip.

Eddie's lips are red when he pulls away, blood staining them like lipstick. "You even let me pick the music while we drive?"

Wondering if his grin looks as bloodstained and wild as Eddie's, Steve teases, "I wouldn't go that far."

Eddie's eyes (at least the one Steve can see) finally sparkle again, and his grin softens to a gentle smile as he cups Steve's cheek and wipes the blood from his lips. "I love you, Steve Harrington."

"I love you too. You have no idea how much."

"I think I'm starting to."

It's Steve's turn to smile softly at Eddie, pressing a kiss into his palm. "Believe me, this is just the tip of the iceberg."

Eddie's grin turns wolfish at Steve's words, breaking the solemn mood. "Just the tip? I think I heard that one before, big boy."

"You're a menace."

Another kiss, another promise ("I'm your menace"), and then they're almost running to Steve's room, hastily packing only what they consider absolutely necessary. After that, they go to Eddie's new trailer to do the same and leave a message for Wayne, explaining what happened and promising to call as soon as possible.

Then they're off, flying down the highway in Steve's car, and when Eddie reaches for the radio, Steve lets him. As if there had ever been any doubt that Steve was going to let Eddie choose the music for every single day of their life together.

With one hand on the wheel and the other arm wrapped around Eddie's shoulder, Steve feels like he's right where he belongs.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddielovemonth #steddiesongfics #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #day 21 #love is letting him pick the music #my writing

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transvampireboyfriend · 7 months

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

Eddie's staring. He's throwing twigs into the fire and his eyes are fixed on Steve and Robin across from him, their hands intertwined. He smiles when he sees Steve tugging on them.

He's so sweet. Eddie sounds like a broken record even to himself but he can't help it, Steve is something else.

"So, I see your bandana found its way somewhere unexpected" Nancy teases beside him, probably noticing him staring.

Eddie can feel himself blushing and he's thankful for the hot flames in front of them.

"He took it from me." he tells her, "Felt like I was about to have a heart attack,"

Nancy laughs at him, "I get that. I felt a little overwhelmed sometimes. ...Though maybe not in the best way," she winces.

Eddie winces sympathetically.

He can't exactly relate, being very physical himself, but she's told him about feeling like she was never giving enough in her past relationships, because that kind of closeness just didn't come naturally to her. At least not as much as she felt her partners needed it.

And Eddie knows what is like to try to fake or exaggerate how you feel just because it's expected of you.

This is the kind of seemingly small thing where they find common ground between them, even when they appear so different to everyone else. This is the kind of thing that allowed them to become best friends against all odds.

"Do you... still feel that way?" Eddie asks, now arranging the logs as the fire picks up,

"Like I don't necessarily wanna go around hugging everyone in my path? Yeah," she says,

Eddie snickers, "I meant, with Robs. Do you still feel like it's not enough?"

Nancy looks up to where Steve is now kissing the back of Robin's palms and smiles fondly at them.

"Not really." she says, looking into the fire,"I suspect she might be similar to me, but- I haven't even told her, so," she shrugs, "who knows,"

Eddie hums.

"But it definitely doesn't feel like I have to." she adds, "The way it sometimes felt with other friends who were girls too. And that's good. ...Different. But good."

When she looks back at Eddie, he smiles at her.

From what she's told him she used to be a little bit more open, a little bit more comfortable, before Barb.

Eddie understands that too, unfortunately, the way losing someone like that changes you, without you noticing right away. How it shows up in little things, sneaks up on you, changes you in small irreversible ways.

He's proud of Nancy, and so honored when she does choose to get close to him, like earlier at the lake.

"Good," he repeats, she smiles.

"Well? " she asks, "are you gonna tell me what he said or what?"

Eddie laughs and tells her how Steve stole borrowed his bandana.

"I think he was flirting?" he ventures,

"He was definitely flirting," Nance confirms, "I knew it, I knew he was into you!" she says, reminding Eddie of the many times she's said it before, "You're gonna be great together," she tells him, in her teasing tone again,

"Woah! " Eddie laughs, "We don't even know for sure that he likes me like that!" he says, but his heart still beats a little faster at the prospect of him and Steve being 'together'.

"I do know! For sure." Nance insists,

"Alright, Miss 'I'm not gonna tell my crush I like her ',"

Eddie earns a smack to the back of his head for that one.

"Shut up. I'm not gonna-" she starts,

Eddie knows this talk like the back of his hand by now: she doesn't want to pressure Robin, she's going back out of the state soon, she has no experience with other girls, she doesn't want to ruin what they have and she doesn't want to make Steve uncomfortable.

In the end, it all boils down to 'complicated', but if their tales are to be believed (and Eddie does believe them), their lives have never not been complicated.

"I get it," Eddie offers, but apparently Nancy wasn't heading that way,

"I think I'm... scared." she says, "Of what I'm doing,"

Eddie stops moving the logs and turns to her fully.

"How do you mean?" he prompts her,

"Well, I'm doing everything I can not to tell her," she says, "I'm trying my best to keep us from- from just ending up together you know?" she moves her hands as she talks, "but what if- maybe that's the only way we'll be together? maybe I'm wasting our chances to be happy?" she asks, Eddie tilts his head,

"It won't change a lot." Nancy explains, "Wether I tell her or not, I'll still leave and I'll still come back, but maybe if I tell her, then leaving and staying away and coming back will be better? Easier? God, I'm not making any sense" Nancy finishes,

Eddie huffs, switching from his crouch to sit cross legged in front of her, the same way they've done on both of their bedroom floors countless times.

"I think I can see where you're going" Eddie assures her, "but it doesn't have to make sense to me, if it makes sense to you," he tells her,

She nods.

"I guess," she tries, "I'm saying- my life's better with her. And it's getting harder and harder to convince myself that more of her might be bad,"

"Maybe it wouldn't be." Eddie reminds her.

Nancy sighs "And I'm gonna miss her." she adds, "I'm gonna miss her so much. I already do sometimes,"

Eddie hates the helpless expression on her face,

"Permission to take your hand?" he requests,

It makes Nancy chuckle, "Sometimes i hate you," she tells him jokingly, and offers her hand palm up,

Eddie holds it in his own hand, "I know." he says,

"Look, Nance, I know it's all jumbled up, and I really wish I could untangle it for you..." he tells her, meaning every word, "but I think this is just how it always is? It's always a little messy, a little all over the place, there's never gonna be a clear easy road that leads straight to the right thing."

Eddie squeezes her hand, "But I think there are roads where you can enjoy the ride despite all of the bumps and the detours... because it's worth it to do it with whomever's sitting on the passenger seat, for however long they do," Eddie turns to look at Steve and Robin roasting marshmallows just across from them.

Or trying to.

"They would burn this place to the ground if we let them" Nancy comments, off topic.

Eddies snorts, looking away from the gooey mess all over Robin's hands and back at his best friend.

Trying to contain his laughter, he attempts to get back on track, "My point is," he tries, "if she's making the whole trip better, maybe the bumps and the detours don't really matter that much. Maybe you can still invite her to come with,"

Nancy watches Robin attempt to wipe her hands on Steve's jeans and then chase him down to the lake shore after Steve dodges her. Her smile softens as she turns to Eddie.

"That's smart" she tells him,

Eddie hums " 'm not just a pretty face" he says, wagging his eyebrows and opening his arms like he's offering himself up

Nancy snorts, "Dork." she calls him.

Eddie laughs in response. After a bit, he offers,

"Also, you don't have to 'just end up together'. It can be on purpose, you know?"

Nancy hums, "It's never been that way" she muses.

"It's new." Eddie confirms, nodding.

Nancy smiles, "Yeah, new," she repeats.

She gets up then and steals one of the marshmallow bags from the abandoned log where Steve and Robin were sitting.

She opens it and pops one into her mouth as she comes back to sit down next to Eddie, both of them facing the fire now.

She offers the bag to Eddie and he silently takes one, watching as Steve walks back to them, with Robin trailing after him and shaking water off her hands.

"If I tell her, will you let him know? about your crush?" Nancy attempts,

Steve looks up then, catches Eddie staring and Eddie stops himself from looking away, eager to see how Steve will react.

Steve blinks a few times, and a smile blooms in his reddening cheeks, Eddie smiles back.

"I think he already does," he answers.

🪵🔥🪵

Once Argyle and Jonathan are back with two bowls of popcorn, they all bring the big logs closer to the fire and sit down to roast their marshmallows and eat s'mores.

After a bit of easy conversation amongst the group, Argyle turns to his left, where Eddie's sitting.

"Alright," he says, "Types of hat, Eddie. Go."

"Uhh- Motorcycle helmet" Eddie says, catching on quickly and wiping melted chocolate off the corner of his mouth.

He turns to Nance and raises his eyebrows to prompt her to take her turn,

"Top hat" Nancy says, and looks to Robin, sitting left of her,

"Cap." Robin says, "Baseball cap. Whatever" she adds, chewing on her s'more and elbowing Steve to continue,

"Uh- Backwards cap?" Steve asks, more than says,

Eddie snorts loudly, earning a squint and a mean smile from Steve that makes him want to melt.

Everyone talks at the same time then,

"Already? We just started! We-" Nancy says,

"Dingus! You can't-" Robin protests,

"That is not-" Jonathan starts,

Argyle stands and puts an arm out, like a king demanding silence from his court. A hush immediately falls over them and they all look to him expectantly.

"I'll allow it" Argyle says,

The group erupts into objections to the decision as Steve waves his fist in victory and smirks at Eddie.

Eddie playfully returns his earlier squint and mouths "Favoritism." at him.

Steve lets his jaw drop and puts a hand to his chest. Eddie snickers at his offended expression as Argyle explains his decision,

"It's a different fashion statement. Your whole vibe changes if you're wearing one or the other, therefore they're different hats." he says, sitting back down and looking to his right, prompting Jonathan to continue their game.

"Okay, then, if it's like that," Jon says, "then I'm gonna say bicycle helmet," he states, looking around their circle like he's expecting someone to protest.

Nancy squints, but doesn't say anything, Robin purses her lips, Eddie shrugs and Steve offers Jonathan an encouraging smile.

Argyle says "Yeah, that works!", nodding.

Jonathan shrugs, "Alright, then." he says, putting his hand out in front of Argyle like he's ushering him into a room.

"Beanie" Argyle supplies easily.

All eyes are on Eddie now.

Shoot. He got so caught up in their debate, he's not ready.

"Uuhh-" Eddie stammers,

"Uh-oh" Steve teases across from him,

Eddie automatically flips him the bird while he thinks. He only half hears Steve's answering chuckle.

Fuck. What's a hat?

"20 seconds" Jonathan threatens,

"Eddie?" Argyle prompts at the same time.

Eddie lifts his hand in a stopping gesture,

"No, no, no, no, no, I have one. Wait, wait."

"10 seconds," Nancy says, the traitor,

"Beret!" Eddie exclaims, jumping out of his seat, "A beret!" he repeats excitedly,

"Fuck!" Robin whispers,

To her left, Steve beams up at him. Eddie gets a little lost in it for a bit.

Until Nancy snaps him out of it,

"Does a headband count?" she asks Argyle,

Oh, here we go, Eddie thinks, already excited for more debating,

He takes his seat again as Argyle hums pensively,

"This is not part of my time" Nancy warns,

Argyle hums in agreement, but doesn't say anything yet,

"Because, does it have to be on top of the head or just touching it?" Jonathan asks, like he's somehow broadcasting what Argyle's internal debate is like,

"If it's just touching it, then any hair accessory would count" Robin points out,

"If it has to be on top of the head, some hair accessories would still count" Steve says,

"Stevie's right" Eddie agrees, "if that's what it takes, then my scrunchie counts,"

"That's mine???" Nancy protests,

"Sorry", Eddie amends, "Nancy's scrunchie. That I'm using. Because she so graciously let me borrow it,"

He turns to Nancy for her appproval and she nods.

"Yeah, that's better", she says,

Behind her, Robin's looking at her with a shy smile, but Eddie keeps his mouth shut.

He does catch Steve's eye though, and Steve playfully shoots him an eye roll. Eddie chuckles.

"A fascinator is a hat," Argyle is saying, "but a hair clip can't be a hat"

"A fascinator is not a hat," Robin protests, "isn't that in like, the definition?"

"But it has a certain hatness to it" Argyle says, to sounds of agreement all around,

"What is a hat?" Eddie voices his earlier thought,

"Jesus, and we're not even high yet" Steve says,

Eddie dissolves into a fit of giggles.

"It has to cover the head." Jon says,

"The whole head?" Argyle asks,

"There are mini top hats" Nancy supplies,

That does not help with Eddie's giggles. In fact, Steve seems to be affected too, chuckling with his nose scrunched up,

"So, not the whole head," Jon concludes, "What about crowns?"

"Oh no," Steve says, burying his face on Robin's shoulder, his giggling getting worse,

"A crown is not a hat!" Robin says,

Nancy gasps and Eddie's giggles die in favor of the drama happening around him,

Steve straightens up again to look at Robin,

"What ?!"

"It's not ! There's a hole in there!" Robin says,

"It goes all around the head!" Steve protests,

Eddie's head is moving back and forth like he's watching a ping pong match.

"So does a headband!"

"But the crown is on top of the head!"

"What's a visor then?" Jonathan interjects, everyone turns to him, then back at Robin,

Steve raises his eyebrows,

"Fine." Robin concedes, "but I'm drawing the line at tiaras,"

"Oh, god." Eddie says, putting his head in his hands dramatically, Steve snorts,

Nancy, apparently enjoying torturing them, says

"Okay then, for my turn, I'm choosing headphones,"

Eddie bursts out laughing, Robin giggles a little and everyone else groans,

"I hate this game" Jonathan says.

Nancy giggles too,

"Sorry. Sorry! No. I'll say one of those that the guards in England use,"

"You can't just say it like that, you have to say the name of it," Eddie teases her,

"You all know what I mean!" she protests,

"What's the name of it, Nance?" Eddie insists,

"You don't know what they're called," she accuses,

Eddie gasps, but quickly drops the act,

"Touché." he concedes.

"I know what they're called!" Robin says, but when Nancy turns to her she says, "Actually I don't, no I don't, I've never been to England, how would I know?" she stammers,

Eddie presses his lips together in a hard line to stop himself from laughing.

Nancy shakes her head with a smile,

"You can say it!" she tells Robin.

Robin shakes her head, "Nu-uh." she says, "...And I choose a birthday hat."

"And don't copy me." she adds, softly punching Steve's arm,

"I wasn't going to. Cowboy hat" Steve says, and when he catches Eddie's eyes again he winks.

Jesus fuck. Eddie's not going to think about it. He does not want to see Steve in cowboy boots and a long sleeve button down and tight jeans and a stupid fucking cowboy hat. Goddamn it.

"Hard hat," Jonathan says,

"Straw hat," Argyle follows,

"Pirate hat," Eddie says,

"Detective hat," Nancy says,

"Wait, what's that? "Robin asks,

"Like the old timey ones with the little bow on top?" Nancy explains,

Robin still looks puzzled,

"They're made of tweed usually? and they have flaps on the sides that are pulled up?" Steve supplies, mimicking the flaps with his hands,

He's so cute, Eddie thinks,

"Oh, oh ! Yeah, yeah. I see it." Robin says, then, "That has a name too."

Nancy grins, "What is it?" she asks,

"It's, um, a deerstalker" Robin says, staring at her, "It's used for hunting. Sometimes."

"Cool." Nancy says, she doesn't stop smiling at Robin, "How do you know that?" she asks, making her blush a little,

"Oh, I uh- must've read it somewhere," Robin says, nodding, then, "My turn. Um, sailor hat" she smirks at Steve, finally tearing her eyes awat from Nance.

Steve rolls his eyes again but laughs softly, then says,

"The one the pope wears,"

Jonathan says "Graduation hat",

"Park Ranger hat," Argyle continues,

"What's our stance on things that can be hats but aren't always?" Eddie asks,

The group groans again,

"Everything can be a hat" Nancy says,

"Not everything," Eddie says, turning to her,

"Yes. Everything." Nancy insists, turning to face him fully,

"No. There are things that can't be hats," Eddie counters,

"Like what?"

"Uh- a bird ?"

"A bird can definitely be a hat," Nancy says, to the group's assent,

"A whale?"

"If you're big and strong enough, yeah,"

"A planet?" Eddie tries,

"Again, if you're big and strong enough,"

"A galaxy?"

"Probably, but let's say everything on Earth, then" Nance concedes,

"Soap?"

"Shoot." she says,

"Ah-ha! " Eddie points at her, triumphant,

"Everything solid then."

"Ice?" Eddie shoots,

"Yeah, you can make a hat out of ice" Nancy says, no hesitation,

"And wear it?"

"Yeah, in the North Pole or something," she says,

She's good, this is part of why she's his best friend, but Eddie gets distracted by her answer,

"Hmm, are fictional hats allowed?" he asks Argyle,

"Yeah" Argyle nods,

"Ok, Santa hat, then," Eddie says.

"Elf hat," Nancy follows,

"Ms. Claus hat?" Robin tries, looking around uncertainly. Everyone nods.

"A towel" Steve says, to overwhelming approval from the group,

"Oooh" Robin says, impressed,

"Oh wow, yeah." Jonathan agrees,

"Stevie, you're so smart" Eddie says,

"Shudup" Steve counters, used to being made fun of,

"I'm serious! !!" Eddie insists, "I think that one wins,"

"You can't win this game," Jonathan chimes in, "we only lose and then we have to start over,"

"Well, in my heart, you won, Stevie," Eddie says, without thinking,

He should regret it once the group starts snickering and teasing him but, honestly? They're right.

He keeps his eyes on Steve while they all react and smiles at him. Steve beams again.

"He sure did," Nancy says, the only one who dares brave the consequences.

Eddie feels his blush color his cheeks again and turns to stick his tongue out at her.

"Okay, whatever." he tells her, before turning to Jon and Argyle,

"Where are the joints?" he asks, effectively moving them along.

part 7

#steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #spicy six #steddie headcanon #steddie lake fic #ronance #pushing the ''Eddie and Nancy are best friends'' agenda #.#this got soooo longgggg. sorryyyyy i think I'll put all the parts in ao3 later today 😬#another emoji we don't have: marshmallow!!!

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bi-bard · 1 year

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They Tell Each Other Who to Look After and Who to Watch Out For - Kaz Brekker Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: They Tell Each Other Who to Look After and Who to Watch Out For

Pairing: Kaz Brekker X Reader

Word Count: 1,916 words

Warning(s): abduction, vague threats of violence, actual violence

Summary: After using their power to save the life of their best friend, (Y/n)'s time of running and hiding comes to an abrupt end. Now, they find themselves in a new reality where they can either survive or risk losing everything.

Author's Note: This is the second time in the last like month that I have accidentally started something that turned into an OC. It happened twice.

Also, I thought the pattern of using a line of dialogue as a title was clever, but I fear that I'm going to regret it later.

MORE OF THIS OC HERE!

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There was a time when Inej tried to claim that everything that happened to me was her fault. That it all boiled down to one action on one night that she thought was her fault.

She was wrong.

I would say that it was mine, but that also was wrong.

If it all could be traced to one person, then it would be traced back to the man that had tried to attack her.

I reacted out of instinct. I saw Inej get grabbed and my brain focused purely on helping her.

When I had saved Kaz, I was in an enclosed space. But in that situation, it was different.

It all happened before I could truly think about it. She had shoved this man back and as soon as there was enough space, I hit him.

As he fell back, I didn't even think about the arguably small burst of light that had come out of it. Or the chance that I had been spotted by anyone.

"Inej," I said, running over to her. "Are you alright?"

She took a moment to breathe.

"Inej-"

She stopped me by yanking me forward, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I let out a sigh of relief before hugging her back. A small grin formed on my face and my eyes closed for a moment. I was just happy that she was okay.

"Kaz would kill me if he saw that," I muttered as I stepped back.

"I'd like to see him try," she replied.

I laughed quietly, shaking my head. "Come on. We've got a job to do."

She nodded.

We went along with our night without much thought about what had happened.

I believed that I was safe. Or as safe as I could be considering the circumstances of my life.

I was constantly on high alert.

It was a natural part of living in the Barrel. Especially with the reality of who I worked with. Kaz Brekker could make a lot of people angry.

That day was no different than any other.

I was walking down the street, dodging people as best I could. The streets of Ketterdam were rarely not busy. People were usually going to work, just trying to keep their heads above water and maintain whatever vice they had.

It didn't take long for me to notice the men following me. Their eyes were too focused to merely be going the same way as me.

I didn't let them know that I was aware of them. Instead, I took turns that I usually wouldn't. I cut through alleys and took shortcuts that I saw no purpose for. My hope was to lose them by either going fast enough or just by forcing them to get confused.

I didn't get the chance to watch them run like mice in a maze.

One of them grabbed my arms after I had turned down one of the alleys. I yelled, immediately attempting to yank my arms away. I kicked the other man in the chest, causing him to stumble back.

The first man kept my hands apart, but I still struggled.

I pulled and kicked and moved as much as I could in the hopes of getting out of there.

When my attempts to escape went unsuccessful and seemingly unnoticed, I did the first thing that I could think of.

"Kaz!"

I was shoved to the ground as soon as the name left my mouth.

I don't remember anything after that.

My next vivid memory was waking up in some bed somewhere. I shoved myself up immediately, trying to get a hold of my surroundings.

I was sitting on top of the covers of a bed. Easily the comfiest bed I had ever been on. The bed was pushed against the middle of the wall that was furthest from the door. The rest of the room was full of intricate details and littered with pieces of furniture. Clearly, this was meant to be a place of luxury. One that I had never deserved and never wanted.

The room was mostly white. White walls, white bedding, white curtains for the windows, white doors. There were only a few exceptions. The floor was made of wood and laid in an intricate design. Details on furniture, the edge of the mirror, the frames of the chairs, and even the partition meant to give me some semblance of privacy were gold. Splashes of beige were thrown around too. Probably meant to make the room less like a cell than I knew it was.

As I sat in silence, trying to put together my fractured memory and devise a way out of there, I found my mind drifting.

Mainly to Kaz's office.

I had found more comfort in that office than I would probably find anywhere else. I thought back to that first night that showed him my power. And every night that I had been there after that. Moments where I would stand just in front of him, never allowing ourselves to touch. There was this silent longing. Yearning that would feel suffocating as I watched his eyes shift and move.

I would give anything to feel that familiar suffocating feeling again.

I took a deep breath. He would find me. Him and Inej and Jesper. They would find me. They would protect me. I trusted them to do that.

But I could always spare them some of the trip.

I shoved myself out of the bed, pulling on the heavy boots that I had invested in. Jesper made fun of me when he first saw them, but I defended them fiercely. They had lasted me longer than many of his hats had lasted him.

I was about to storm out of the room when the doors opened. I stumbled back a bit when a man walked in.

I composed myself quickly, straightening my spine and planting my feet.

"You're awake," he said. "Good. I hope the room was to your liking."

"Would have enjoyed it more without the kidnapping part," I replied.

He let out an amused huff through his nose. "Necessary steps had to be taken. We were under the impression that you wouldn't come willingly."

I let my eyes scan him. "Who are you?"

"General Kirigan," he held out his hand for me to shake.

Oh. I had heard stories about General Kirigan. I believe that most people had. I had never seen him before. I... I tried to not picture him. He terrified me. I knew that he had been the biggest threat to any freedom I had.

And now he wanted me to shake his hand.

I looked down at it.

"Maybe later," he mumbled, pulling his hand away from me. I looked back at his face.

"Where am I," I asked.

"The Little Palace. Safest place in all of Ravka."

I had to hold back my scoff.

"You'll be safe here-"

"I want to go home," I said bluntly.

"We both why I cannot let you do that," he replied. "You have a responsibility. We have a responsibility to all of Ravka."

"I have no interest in being a hero or a saint."

"You forfeited that decision with your little show in Ketterdam."

I took a deep breath.

"Everyone knows who and what you are now."

"I've had a target on my back my whole life. This is no different."

"It very much is-"

"I am not asking for permission. I am giving you the courtesy of telling you that I'm leaving instead of jumping from the window."

"I wouldn't do that," he advised. "It's a long way down."

Again, I had to bite my tongue.

"The two of us have a chance to do something great. To free everyone. I am begging you to see the good that this could do for everyone."

He stepped closer to me as he spoke. He wanted to convince me so much.

But I had spent far too long hiding and running to sacrifice myself now. I had been taught to run away from exactly this. My parents would cry for me from wherever they ended up. They sacrificed their lives for me to never end up in this situation. To keep me safe. I couldn't let them down like that.

So, I didn't: "I am going home."

"You can," Kirigan said. "After the Fold is down."

"No," I shook my head. "You cannot force me to be some... symbol for your cause."

"I see," he looked down for a moment.

"I am going home," I repeated. He nodded.

I went to walk around him, ready to leave. He watched me the entire time.

I only made it a few steps past him when he spoke up. "So, back to Ketterdam."

I turned to look at him again. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"That's where you want to go, correct," he asked.

"Yes."

"Back to that little family you found," he continued, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Inej, Jesper, and... Kaz. Right?"

I knew what he was trying to do. A small way to show me that he knew about more than merely my existence and where I had been.

I didn't respond because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching me react.

In reality, I wanted to scream at him. Ask why he knew so much about me. Ask how long he had been keeping an eye on me. Ask if he knew while I was in my early days in Ketterdam and he let me form connections so he would have something to hold over my head. I hated that he probably knew more about me than anyone else in my life. Maybe even myself. But I would never let him see that anger and fear. I refused.

"It wouldn't be safe," Kirigan walked closer to me as he spoke again. "For them. You're the sun summoner. And you've been found. You can't hide anymore. From anyone."

I took a deep breath, my jaw clenching. I took note of how his tone darkened on those last two words.

"How long do you think you can protect them on your own," he asked. "That little band of misfits that you've got?"

That was enough for me.

"Let me make something perfectly clear," I snapped as I stepped forward. "If anything happens to any of them and you had anything to do with it, then you will not have the opportunity to use an ounce of my power. Is that understood?"

Kirigan's slight smirk didn't falter, but he did raise an eyebrow at me. "Understood."

I didn't stand down. I was going to make him step away. He took a sharp breath before looking away from me and taking a few steps back.

"You should spend the evening getting settled," he said. "You begin training tomorrow."

He nodded to me as a false sign of respect before stepping around me and leaving the room. It took every ounce of self-control to not try to kill him.

He knew that I couldn't leave. He knew very well that I wouldn't threaten their lives like that. I exposed my secret to keep one of them safe. Leaving now would be selfish.

Fine.

I would stay, I would train, and I would do what I had to to survive and keep the ones that I care for alive.

But no one said that I couldn't make the general's life hell while I was here.

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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I don't remember where I read this small fic about Reader and the BAU team getting in a car crash but I honestly need more lol

Male Reader isn't a driver, he's more into motorcycles because they don't need as much spacial awareness as cars do. But ue does know how to drive since you need a drivers license to get a motorcycle license. Well during a long drive to find an unsub's location out in the woods, the team took turns driving. Derek knows that Reader is uncomfortable being behind a wheel and volunteers to stay up with him, making sure he's okay like the dad friend he is.

What the team doesnt know is that the unsub knows they're being followed and so the unsub decides to cause a wreck by speeding down one of the darkened trails in the woods and hits the BAU car

You can decide how injured everyone is and I hope this is an okay request

Is there a possibility it was this fic ?

Word count: 1152

Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

"How far out is this place?" JJ asks. Your current suspect (who you were almost 100% sure was the unsub) lived in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods.

"Four hours,"

"I'm sorry, it's four hours out?!" You exclaimed, head whipping in Hotch's direction. "He's driving four hours to dump a body? That's commitment..."

"What's the driving schedule?" Emily asked.

"Me, Morgan, Rossi and then (Y/N)," Hotch said.

"I don't know if it's a good idea," You say, hesitant. "I don't drive that often..."

"Hey man, I'll stay up, keep you company," Morgan offers with a grin, knowing that being the only one awake would add to your worry.

"Thanks," You give him a grin.

"What is it with you and motorcycles, anyway?" Emily teases.

"I don't need as much spatial awareness with them," You explain with a smirk.

She turned to Hotch, "Are we really letting this guy drive?"

"Just get in the car," Morgan laughed. The first two and a half hours of the journey, you were fine, not too anxious, knowing that you had a while before you actually had to drive. Then during Morgan's shift, he decides to stop for coffee - and naturally, you drink one too. Which was a bad move because now you're anxious as fuck. It starts with your knees bouncing, hands shaking, before you force your eyes closed and picture a variety of different movie scenes - mentally rewriting them so they ended the way they should have.

And, soon enough, it's your turn. Morgan makes sure to sit in the passenger seat, so that when everyone goes to sleep, at least you have him to chat to without worrying so much that you might wake the others.

Morgan, as promised, stays awake and you both find yourself debating the alternative movie endings you came up with earlier. Apparently, Morgan doesn't believe that Tony should have lived at the end of Endgame (and honestly, he's wrong - and you make sure to tell him that).

You pause the current conversation, squinting into the darkness, trying to figure out what it was exactly you could see just past the light of the headlights. "What the-?"

Morgan joins you in your confusion. You get slightly closer, slowing down just in case. And you can see the number plate, "Is that the unsub's vehicle?" Morgan asks, you're about to answer when the lights flick on and the car's speeding towards you with no sign of swerving.

"Shit!" You yell, swerving until a tree seemingly appears from nowhere and you slam the breaks, but it's too late and the car collides with the tree and then unsub's vehicle collides with the SUV. Your grip on the wheel is tight, even as the car crumbles, even as the metal dents around your legs and sides, even as the air bag activates and winds you, even as a sharp pain hits your torso. And then your grip loosens as you lose consciousness.

When you come to, the first thing you register is the pain, every part of your body hurts. "Is- Is everyone okay?" You ignore the tears that are starting to build, both from the smoke and the pain.

"We're all okay back here," Hotch answered with a small groan, moving his hand over his face.

"Is everyone awake?" You asked, various voices chimed in, confirming that they were all awake and okay. "Morgan?" You turned your head, panic gnawing at your stomach when you saw that he was still unconscious. You reach out, biting back a yelp when pain spread through your arm - you ignore it and lightly tap his face. "Morgan? Derek?"

"I think he's out for the count," Hotch mumbles and you nod, anxiety gnawing at your stomach. And pain. You let your eyes flicker down to your stomach, just to make sure you're okay. You know it's probably a few bruised ribs, maybe a few broken, but nothing major. But then you see the metal rod and your stomach drops.

"H'tch-" It comes out as a whisper, "Hotch-"

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"I-" You have no clue how to even describe it. There was fumbling and the sound of a low groan, Hotch. You shut your eyes, trying to get rid of the mental image of a metal rod sticking out of your abdomen. You open your eyes when a hand gently taps your cheek, Hotch gives you a small but reassuring smile. "Hotch,"

"I know," He replies, eyes not leaving yours, "I know, but you're going to be just fine, alright?"

When you nod, he turns behind him, "Can you check on Morgan?"

Then there's movement to your right, "Morgan?" JJ. Okay, someone was looking after Morgan, that's good.

"Hey," You look back at Hotch. "The ambulance is on its way, okay? You're going to be okay,"

"There's a whole ass metal rod in my stomach right now Hotch-"

"Let's not think about that right now,"

"Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good idea." You nod. "Is Morgan okay?"

"He looks okay," JJ reassures, "I think he's just unconscious,"

You nod and sirens fill your ears and you let your eyes close for just a moment.

As it turns out, it was not for 'just a moment' but rather several moments. Many hours worth. In fact, since closing your eyes, you've had surgery, nurses have monitored your other injuries, set your arm in a cast, and bandaged you up. Derek had also woken up as the ambulance arrived, confused and dazed to say the least, but otherwise okay. He's not happy with the idea of staying overnight in the hospital, but a firm look from Hotch has him sighing and nodding.

You wake up, three hours after the surgery with a groan, you felt a dull ache, despite the numbing effect of the drugs. "(Y/N)?"

"H'tch," You give a small smile, despite the ache. "Morgan okay?"

"He's okay, everyone - including you - is okay,"

"That's good," You hum before you wince slightly, throat hurting. With a small roll of the eyes, Hotch hands you a small glass of water.

"Small sips," He reminds you, studying your face for a moment before turning back to his newspaper ('since when did Hotch reads newspapers?'). "They didn't have any good books to buy in the shop," Hotch answers.

"You're such a dad," You snort.

"Yep, now get some sleep or I'll ground you and that includes visitors," He answers. When you stare at him in confusion, trying to figure out if he's joking, he looks up and you and you quickly screw your eyes shut - just in case.

Turns out, it's a rather affective way to get to sleep and soon enough, you're waking up. This time, Morgan's there and you immediately grin. "Morgan!" You cheer and Morgan laughs.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," He teases.

"Whatever," You scoff, "I didn't have the chance to tell you, but how dare you say Tony Stark shouldn't have survived after defeating Thanos."

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bullfinch-lover · 6 months

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For you, I will lose control

I just had a sudden urge to write down this angsty scene that's been in my head for several weeks now. What if Odin had came all the way from the future to save Donald from the evronians trying to eliminate him, but he would be so badly injured that Odin thinks he came too late and in his grief he let's the part of him that's Two take control of his body and begins to destroy everything and everyone around him.

English is not my first language so there might be some errors, but I tried my best and that's enough:

He had spent countless nights with no sleep; years on end building the chronosail for just this exact moment: to save his dearest friend. He hoped from the bottom of his mechanical heart that he would arrive there just in time. He had seen the documents of the Duck Avenger's death by the hands of the evronians multiple times shown on the holoscreens in the darkness of his own room where no one could see him cry for his best friend's death, that he could have done nothing to prevent. For centuries he had mourned him and grown resentment towards the creatures responsible for his fate, but now he finally had one chance to save him and he was willing to do anything to make it right. He stood tall within his battle armor, the golden light illuminating from its shiny surface, laserpistols loaded in the bucklebelt on his hips, waiting for the timejump to be over so he could meet Donald after all those painful years spent being separated from him.

The first thing he saw when the timejump was complete and the dust had settled around him, was people running around looking for cover and screaming in panic, which could only mean that the evronians' attack had already started and now it would only be a matter of time until they found Donald before he did. He ran around the streets, scanning the area around him until his eyes came across a familar looking car with yellow, red and blue paint and the numbers "313" on its license plate, that was lying upside down on the pavement, wrecked and on fire. There was no mistaking it. It was Donald's car. Few meters away from the burning vehicle were two evronian warriors surrounding a small figure lying on the ground and Odin stretched his artifical vision further to identify the person who had fallen victim to the cruel extraterrestrials. When he realized who the person lying on the ground was, he wished his eyes were malfunctioning, but the sight before him was terribly real. It was......Donald, battered and bruised lying there silently and unmoving.

"Such fragile creatures these lowly Earth people are, don't you think Grrodon?" One of the evronians said smirking while kicking Donald's limp body over as if he was nothing, but a little pebble on his way, lying on the sidewalk.

"You're right, poor suckers can't even handle a little beating." The other evronian, Grrodon, snarkily chimed in while sounding awfully lot like he was enjoying too much about inflicting pain on Donald.

Seeing Donald, his dear friend, like that; hurt and helpless at the unexistent mercy of the evronians, was all that was needed to drive Odin into a fit of raw and unfiltered rage. He took a step forward, stomping his foot on the pavement so hard it cracked under his foot and made his presence known.

"You! How dare you hurt my friend! Step away from him right now and I might even consider sparing your miserable lives a little, alien scums!" He roared in anger, pointing at the two evronian soldiers, his other hand ready to grab the lazerpistol on the side of his hip and shoot them right where they were standing.

Both evronians quickly turned around their heads upon hearing Odin's furious words, looking a bit surprised, like they hadn't expected any retaliation from the earthlings at all. Upon seeing Odin, the other one, Grrodon, narrowed his eyes seemingly looking disgusted by the daring leader of the Earth's resistance group and raised his weapon, pointing straight at Odin's forehead.

"You dare threaten the glory of Evron you foolish earthling? I will suck out all your thoughts and there will be nothing left of you!" Grrodon said and cackled maniacally, thinking that taking Odin down would be as easy as crushing an ant under his thumb.

"I'd like to see you try!" Odin said and before Grrodon would have had the chance to shoot him, not that it would have even affected him in any way, he had already moved away from the weapon's way, running towards the evronians with great speed, ready to take them out with his bare hands.

Grrodon tried repeatedly shooting in the direction where Odin was heading towards them, confident that he would hit him this time, but before he could, Odin had already grabbed him by the wrist, twisting his arm back painfully and snapped the bone in his hand in half. Grrodon didn't even get to finish screaming in agony when Odin had already punched him in the side of his face with all his might, sending the poor alien flying in the air and into the wall of the nearest building with a loud thud. Grrodon didn't get up and the other alien finally realized the seriousness of his situation and the fact that Odin wasn't just a common earthling and dropped his weapon in fear, trying to make a run for it. He didn't get far, because Odin had grabbed the lazerpistol from the bucklebelt on the side of his hip and shot him, making the alien fall to the ground.

After the short battle came a deafening silence. Donald was still lying on the ground where the evrons had left him, still silent and not moving. Odin was almost too afraid to approach him, but he forced his trembling legs to walk to him. "D...Donald...?" He reached his hand to him, the trembling in his body getting stronger and he tried to swallow the fear stuck in his throat that was slowly choking him. He kneeled beside his friend, putting his hand very carefully under his head like Donald would crumble to dust from the slightest wrong move. He tried to gently shake him awake, but to no avail. Donald stayed silent and limp against his touch, eyes shut and beak slightly open. He had a nasty looking wound on his forehead that was slowly staining the white feathers in red and Odin could hardly hear him breathe.

"Donald, please wake up! You have to wake up!" He shouted his friend's name, but no answer came. The fear weighing him down in his chest turned into heartbreak and sorrow and Odin could no longer hold the tears back from running down his cheeks. He cradled his friend in his arms, sobbing inconsolably, rocking Donald back and forth like he was singing him to his final sleep with his tears. He had come too late and all those years of dreaming and planning to save him had shattered into millions of pieces. He would never be able to tell him how much he meant to him, how Donald was so much more to him than just his dearest friend. Donald would be dead and the future of the Earth would be succumbed into darkness forever.

At that exact moment Odin heard a silent voice in the back of his mind that he hadn't heard in a long, long time. The eerie voice inside his head called to him silently from the distance, at first sounding like a faint whisper, but started getting louder second by second until Odin could hear them....him... as clearly as if he was speaking right next to his ear. He recognized the voice immediately. The harrowing voice belonged to his long lost twinbrother, Two, or what was left of him.

"What a pity. Looks like you really cared about that duck. Tell me, brother, would you rather lie here crying for your lost friend or would you let go of your peace for once and let your anger finally burst? I can help you avenge him. Just let me take control. It will only be for a short while and then you can go back to lamenting his death again."

It only took a single, silent nod from Odin to accept his brother's offer. He didn't even hesitate. He was so very tired and overcome with grief that he couldn't even care less if Two was going to tear the whole city to pieces while having control of his body. He just wanted Donald to be alright, but if granting that wish wasn't possible then destroying everything and everyone around him fueled by the rage of his broken heart had to do. He let out a long, weary sigh and closed his eyes. When he opened them again they had turned bright red all the way from the irises to the whites and glowed ominously. He lowered Donald gently on the ground, and carefully, altought coldly, stepped over his body, since Two didn't really care about the duck, but didn't really want to hurt him, lest he'd upset his brother.

At this point other evronian warriors had showed up, -most likely because one of the previous two had called for backup,- before Odin had eventually taken them down. As the aliens surrounding him from all sides readied their weapons, Odin with Two controlling him, let out a wicked grin and cracked his knuckles.

"You better give it all you've got, pathetic organics, because I won't be holding back one bit!"

Donald woke up with a groan, doubled vision and a splitting headache. When his vision was slowly beginning to get clearer he tried to get up, but his body was weighing him down, feeling like each of his limbs were made of heavy lead and he tumbled uselessly on his back. He clenched his hands into fists and tried getting up again, this time managing to rise up into a sitting position. The pounding headache on the side of his head made him dizzy and as he tried to rub the pain away he accidentally touched the wound and flinched, hissing in pain. He pulled his hand back, inspecting his blood stained fingertips.

After sitting there for a while and trying to will the pain away he finally decided to take a good look around him and as he did he saw numerous bodies of unconscious evronian soldiers lying around on the pavement. He saw Grrodon lying on the side of the nearest building, unconscious as well. Something or rather someone incredibly powerful must have taken them all out, he wondered, starting to guestion whoever that person might be. His guestions were quickly answered when he suddenly heard a loud crashing sound and he turned his head towards where the noice was coming from. 30 meters away from him on the street was Odin Eidolon himself in his golden armour, fighting off a big, bulky evronian. Donald almost couldn't believe his eyes. His friend, Odin, was here. Had he really come from all the way from his own timeline in the future to the past to defend him? Donald imagined it must have been very difficult, if nearly an impossible task, to travel back in time and Odin had done all of that for him. For a moment he was quite touched by how far his friend had been willing to go just for him, but then he noticed that something about Odin was wrong. His eyes were all red and were glowing ominously, something he had never seen his friend's eyes look like before and it made the feeling of fear rise up in his belly. And to make the matter even more terrifying, Donald watched as Odin lifted a random car from the ground like it weighed nothing to him and threw it against the bulky evronian, crushing him under it. The car's alarm went off from the impact and begun to beep loudly.

There was something terribly wrong with his friend and Donald knew he had to do something to stop it. He forced himself to stand with gritted teeth, his legs wobbling until his injured knee gave out under him and he tumbled down. He got back up again, cursing and doing his best to ignore the pain in his knee and started limping towards his friend with determination.

"Odin!!!" He yelled from the top of his lungs to get his friend's attention on him and it seemed that Odin had heard his cries, because he quickly turned his head to Donald's direction, his red eyes widening at first from confusion and then from shock.

"Donald?!" Odin's voice cracked. He felt a sudden wave of dizziness hit him the very moment he closed his eyes as his brother's influence begun to leave him. He caught himself by dropping on one knee before he could have tumbled on the ground, holding his hand on his forehead and trying to steady himself. When he opened his eyes again, they were that same familiar red and green color greeting Donald's own blue eyes. For a short moment Donald stopped limping towards his friend when their eyes met. He seemed to hesitate for a moment after seeing Odin act so frighteningly before, but he shook that fear out of his thoughts and continued his broken walk towards him. Donald knew that no matter how furious Odin might sometimes get, which happened very rarely, he would never hurt him.

"Odin are you alright? What is the matter of this?" He said now sounding more conserned for his friend's well-being rather than being afraid of him. And of course just at the worst time when he had almost reached walking up to him, Donald felt his knee give out under him again and this time he was too tired to catch himself from falling beak first into the ground.

Luckily, Odin had now recovered from his dizzy spell and when he noticed Donald falling, he ran up to him and caught him in his arms, before Donald's beak would actually hit the concrete under him. He gazed Donald into his ocean blue eyes, smiling like a fool, the feeling of relief washing over him like a tidal wave. Then he squeezed Donald into a tight hug, being careful to not squeeze too tight, since Donald was still an organic unlike him and very much injured. It was the most heartfelt, soft and warm embrace Donald had ever received in his life despite Odin's armour being cold, hard metal. Odin let out a relieved chuckle that turned into a sob and let his tears now flow freely down his cheeks.

"Oh, Donald. I thought I had lost you."

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 1 year

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I would like to make a request between Sam Winchester x reader.

If Sam were put in a room with all of his ex's girlfriends (living and dead), would he still choose the reader? (The answer is yes!)

I wish there was a bit of angst why the reader feels insecure, a lot of cuteness, and a happy ending.

💙💙💙

Pick One

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader, Original Character, Dean Winchester, Meretseger, Ruby, Jessica Moore, Becky Rosen

Word Count: 2623 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: The boys have quite a few insecurities to pick from but what they didnt anticipate is so do you.

Tags/ Warnings: Torment, Egyptian God, Meretseger God of Mercy, Delusions, Dead Girlfriends, Angst, Loss of a Partner, Fear, Insecurities, Requests, Requested Fic, Losing a Loved One, Baiting,

Notes: Hope this is alright for you @fuiabarcelos <;3

'This thing gets off on making you live your worst nightmares,' Sam said as he skimmed through the textbook in front of him, 'apparently, it can make things appear and mess with your head until some people literally die of fear.' 'Well that shouldn't be too bad,' Dean said, cracking open a beer, 'I mean we live our worst nightmares most days.' 'It's not funny Dean,' Sam chastised. 'Yeah I mean the stuff floating around in our heads isn't going to be easy to fight off,' I said. 'Well as long as we can fend it off long enough to kill that son of a bitch then I don't see the issue,' Dean said, placing his beer down on the table and then heading into the bathroom. Sam looked across the table at me hesitantly and I offered him a weak smile. Normally I was on Dean's side about things like this. We were both a little more hot-headed than Sam going in all guns blazing and asking questions later but this hunt had me nervous. A regular ghost? No problem. A nest of vamps? Hand me a machete. But a godlike creature that had the ability to turn your worst fears into a reality? Not exactly in my top ten favourites.

Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be another way to tackle this case. We'd rolled into town to a dozen dead bodies all seemingly dropping dead with little or no evidence as to why. After some digging, we’d found that there was god gone rogue killing easy targets for fun. Which is how I ended up at a bar on my own trying to attract as much attention as possible. This often happened though it was more due to my willingness to be used as bait than the boys wanting me to. The thing was I always knew they’d come to save the day. So why worry?

That was the thought I had as I left the bar, my hand clasping the angel blade up my sleeve, as I walked clumsily to my car. I looked drunk though I’d had nothing but zero per cent beers and I was swaying enough to be noticeable. That was when I heard it, a noise behind me like footsteps growing ever closer but before I could turn around and defend myself my world went black.

When I awoke I was under bright fluorescents. My eyes stung as I cracked them open and as I sat up I found myself in a room that looked like valentines day had thrown up in it. A pink stage adorned with hearts held a podium and some chairs and as I looked around confused, I found Sam and Dean on either side of me looking even more perplexed than I was. All of a sudden booming music hit my ears

‘What the fu-’ I started but I was cut off as a man appeared, running to the centre of the small stage in front of me as fake applause echoed around me. ‘Thank you! Thank you!’ he said. He was tall and slim with short blond hair and a plastic charm to him. I tried to move forward but I couldn't, my legs fixed to the floor. His face tightened as I attempted to move, ‘oh no. You stay where you are, the show hasn't even started yet.’ ‘What’s the hells going on?’ Dean asked, looking around. ‘You don’t know?’ he said, ‘I mean you’ve done such a good job at tracking me down I figured you’d know everything about me.’ ‘We don't know what you’re talking about-’ I protested. ‘Don't lay dumb with me sweetheart,’ he snapped before his face went sickly sweet again, ‘I mean you put on quite the show. You almost had me fooled but did you really think I wouldn't notice two hulking boys in a gas guzzler waiting for you a street away.’

‘Alright, so you caught us baiting you so what?’ Dean asked. ‘So I don’t take kindly to hunters interfering in my business.’ ‘So what, you bring us to Barbie's dream house for what?’ Dean asked gruffly. ‘Not for nothing. I mean you have been tracking me all week, surely you know the game by now.’ ‘Yeah yeah, you torment the crap out of people until they drop-down dead, we're up to speed.’ ‘Oh but darling, it's so much more than that!’ he said, gesturing to the set around us, ‘I show you your deepest darkest nightmares! More to the point I make you live them! And boy oh boy were there some doozies to pick from in all of your ol noggins.’ ‘Newsflash pal we aren’t exactly easy to scare here,’ Sam said but the man flicked his wrist making Sam's voice stop in its tracks. ‘Audience participation is later bub,’ he said, ‘but before we get to that let’s start our game shall we? Now I must admit I did have to go a little outside the box for this one. Jazz it up a little. I mean most people can be taken down by a big spider or some axe-wielding maniac but you? You lot are a little more complex aren't ya sweetheart?’

As he came towards me and stroked my face I pulled away in disgust, ‘so I figured we’d play a little game. So let’s get into position.’

As he snapped his fingers I was thrust forward into the end chair in a long line of them. I was forced to sit down and watched as Sam was manhandled to stand opposite me, our ‘host’ standing behind a podium as he started.

'Now we have our audience,' he said gesturing to Dean who was still wriggling against his invisible bindings, 'and our contestant,' he said gesturing to Sam who was watching him with a thunderous expression, 'but we need a few more players don't you think?'

There was a round of applause from seemingly nowhere which he smiled smugly at, wavering his 'adoring crowd' to silence. Then he gestured to the seat next to me and said, 'so why don't we ask our first player to come on down! She's smart, she's young and most importantly smokin' hot it's Sam's first love Jessicaaaaaaa Moore!'

A pretty young blonde woman appeared as if from nowhere, bringing with her anguish and disbelief on Sam's face. My heart ached. I had never met Jess and he rarely liked to talk about her but when he did it was always with adoration and love. I didn't blame him for loving her. She was gorgeous and from what he had told me smart and sweet to boot. But I was jealous. I loved Sam but our life was never easy. It would've been nice to be together the way they were, simple and uncomplicated.

'Jess?' he said in little more than a whisper as she smiled at him. 'Hey Sam,' she said, glancing at Dean and then me, 'what's going on?' 'Let her go,' Sam said stiffly, looking towards the man holding us captive. 'Sammy, Sammy, we've not even started,' he said, 'now you know her. She's the girl you love to hate! Please welcome Ruby to the stage!'

Again another girl appeared alongside Jessica, her polar opposite. Surly and dark with cascading brown hair and a scowl. I felt no jealousy towards her. Only hate. She was the one that had changed Sam, took that natural light inside of him and manipulated it. She was the one that left him guilt-ridden and blaming himself for everything he did. I wanted to claw her eyes out.

‘I’m in hell right?’ she asked. 'Oh come on,' Dean said with a roll of his eyes. 'Now I know she wasn't your favourite Deano but we have to respect our players,' the host said, 'though this next one is a little hard to do. She's the little pocket rocket that's tolerable in small doses and the only one who managed to bag a ring on her finger. Becky Rooooooooosen!'

Again with a poof, Becky appeared next to me, her bundle of nervous energy spilling out immediately as she said, 'Sam? Dean? What's happening? Where am I? Who's that? Oh my god, Ruby?! Is this-'

Then she stopped as the host gagged her with a flash of his hand.

'Okay maybe Becky was a step too far,' he shrugged, 'but of course, we're not done. Last but not least we have our lovely Y/N. A hunter and a great match for our Sammy boy don't you think.' 'Go to hell,' I sneered, making a malicious expression flicker across his face before he smiled. As it happened I felt realisation click into place. I glanced at the girls beside me. I had thought this was about Sam. He was a tortured soul, he and his brother both were ridden with guilt about losing everyone they loved. I thought he was setting Sam up for a fall and that he was going to rip each girl away and watch him look on in horror but it wasn’t that. This game wasn't for him. It was for me. My worst fear.

'So now we have our panel, let's get down to business,' he said. 'Yeah,' Dean said sarcastically, 'if we're done seeing every dead chick Sam has ever banged I'd like to get down to it and cut your frickin head off.' 'Patience kitten,' he teased. 'What? What are you gonna do? Make me watch you kill 'em? Have them tell me how much they loathe me? How original,' Sam said though his tough demeanour was hiding the truth behind it I could tell from the look in his eyes. 'Not at all,' the host said. 'So what then?' Sam spat. 'Pick one,' he said with a menacing glint in his eye. 'What?' Sam asked incredulously. 'I'm giving you a pass Sammy. A love of your life back from the dead. Love and all that good stuff right at your fingertips,' he said, 'all you gotta do is pick one.' 'You can't do that,' Sam said in a whisper, his eyes flicking to us all and landing on me guiltily before he moved them away. 'I'm a God,' the host said. 'You can't bring someone back from the dead. Not without a catch,' Sam said. 'Oh so it is one of the dead ones then?' he asked. 'That's not what I said,' Sam said. 'Sure it's not,' he said, 'still gotta sting though huh Y/N?' 'Stop it,' I said, feeling a thickness in my throat. 'Are you sure you want me to? I mean aren't you curious?' the host said walking over to me until he was standing, bearing down at me with a menacing smile, ‘I mean it’d be nice to know right? The real truth of the matter. What do you think Y/N huh?’ ‘Leave her alone!’ Sam shouted. ‘Why should I?’ he said moving around so he was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as we watched Sam struggling against his bindings, ‘I mean it would do you a favour right? If she wasn’t here. It’d make your decision a whole lot easier I’m sure. How about it Sammy? What’s another dead girlfriend to ya I mean I could make it a fair trade this one for the pretty blonde. Or how about the moody-faced one?’

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as sadness flowed through me. It was worse than any spider or axe-wielding maniac could ever be. The scrutiny of it all and Sam’s lack of a response tore my heart in two. This was what he did. Tormented his victims until they were broken and hurting until he killed them, like a cat and mouse. Well, it hurt enough.

‘Shut your mouth,’ Sam said viciously. ‘Ooh not a nice boy are we Sammy?’ he chuckled pulling me back by my hair as a sharp fingernail trailed along my bared neck, ‘maybe a little flesh wound might make you act better.’ ‘You wanna torture me fine! This is how. You want my worst fear it’s this. Her. Being hurt. Losing her. You happy?’ Sam shouted making shock hit me as relief flooded through me. ‘Aw isn't he sweet?’ he said, ‘shame…I almost wish I didnt have to kill her now.’

He placed a hand around my throat and squeezed tightly as he leaned down to place his teeth on my neck. I tried to push away but I was bound to the chair, unable to relieve myself though I didnt need to. As his lips ghosted my neck they were gone and his head was flopping down my body onto the floor where his glossy-eyed stare looked up at me as his body hit the deck with a thud. His strength was immediately gone, our invisible bindings disappearing as our surroundings blended into one of a dingy dank warehouse and Dean stepped out around me looking at me with a cocky smile.

‘How did you?’ I asked looking between him and the body in front of my eyes. ‘Seems the more interested he got about you and Sammy the less attention he paid to lil ol’ me,’ Dean said. ‘Good job we gave you the weapon then,’ I said looking at the iron blade doused in cobra venom that we had had to get. ‘Yeah, and good job we didn’t let on we knew who he was,’ Dean said, ‘still I don't know what I thought was gonna happen when you said Egyptian God but it ain’t this.’ ‘Are you okay?’ Sam said rushing to my side and hugging me. I couldn't see anything for a moment as I was embroiled in his chest but as I pulled back I noticed Dean roll his eyes though he did wink at me as he moved to start hauling the body out the door. ‘I’m fine Sam,’ I said as we stepped away out of Dean’s earshot. ‘Are you sure? He didnt hurt you?’ he said. ‘No, I’m fine,’ I said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I placed my arm across his chest, snuggling into his side as we walked towards the outside where Dean already was. ‘Yeah, what's a little light torture in the afternoon?’ Sam joked which made me stop in my tracks. ‘Sam?’ I asked tentatively as he looked down at me his eyebrows knitting together. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘What do you think he was trying to do?’ I asked. Confusion flicked across his face for a moment before he shrugged and said, ‘I figured he was trying to show me my worst nightmare. I mean it was all people I’ve lost.’ ‘Oh,’ I said nodding and turning away. I started walking towards the door but Sam grabbed my wrist and whipped me around so I was facing him, watching me with suspicion.

‘You don't think that's what it was?’ he asked. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze before I looked up and sighed. ‘It was me,’ I said, ‘he wasnt torturing you it was me.’ ‘But Jess, Ruby,’ he stammered, ‘they’re-’ ‘People you’ve loved. People you might love more than me,’ I admitted as tears stung my eyes and I blinked them away. ‘Y/N,’ Sam said concerned. ‘Don't,’ I countered, ‘don't say I’m being silly because I know I’m not. I know our life isn't what you would've chosen if you could-’ ‘But I wouldn't choose anyone else,’ Sam said pulling me into him and grasping my face tenderly. ‘Really?’ I said after a moment. ‘It’s not what I planned but I wouldn't have it any other way,’ he said pressing a kiss to my forehead,

'Oh so it is one of the dead ones then?’ he asked.

'That’s not what I said,’ Sam said.

'Sure it’s not,’ he said, 'still gotta sting though huh Y/N?’

'Stop it,’ I said, feeling a thickness in my throat.

'Are you sure you want me to? I mean aren’t you curious?’ the host said walking over to me until he was standing, bearing down at me with a menacing smile, ‘I mean it’d be nice to know right? The real truth of the matter. What do you think Y/N huh?’

‘Leave her alone!’ Sam shouted.

‘Why should I?’ he said moving around so he was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as we watched Sam struggling against his bindings, ‘I mean it would do you a favour right? If she wasn’t here. It’d make your decision a whole lot easier I’m sure. How about it Sammy? What’s another dead girlfriend to ya I mean I could make it a fair trade this one for the pretty blonde. Or how about the moody-faced one?’

‘Shut your mouth,’ Sam said viciously.

‘Ooh not a nice boy are we Sammy?’ he chuckled pulling me back by my hair as a sharp fingernail trailed along my bared neck, ‘maybe a little flesh wound might make you act better.’

‘You wanna torture me fine! This is how. You want my worst fear it’s this. Her. Being hurt. Losing her. You happy?’ Sam shouted making shock hit me as relief flooded through me.

‘Aw isn’t he sweet?’ he said, ‘shame…I almost wish I didn’t have to kill her now.’

He placed a hand around my throat and squeezed tightly as he leaned down to place his teeth on my neck. I tried to push away but I was bound to the chair, unable to relieve myself though I didn’t need to. As his lips ghosted my neck they were gone and his head was flopping down my body onto the floor where his glossy-eyed stare looked up at me as his body hit the deck with a thud. His strength was immediately gone, our invisible bindings disappearing as our surroundings blended into one of a dingy dank warehouse and Dean stepped out around me looking at me with a cocky smile.

‘How did you?’ I asked looking between him and the body in front of my eyes.

‘Seems the more interested he got about you and Sammy the less attention he paid to lil ol’ me,’ Dean said.

‘Good job we gave you the weapon then,’ I said looking at the iron blade doused in cobra venom that we had had to get.

‘Yeah, and good job we didn’t let on we knew who he was,’ Dean said, ‘still I don’t know what I thought was gonna happen when you said Egyptian god but it ain’t this.’

‘Are you okay?’ Sam said rushing to my side and hugging me. I couldn’t see anything for a moment as I was embroiled in his chest but as I pulled back I noticed Dean roll his eyes though he did wink at me as he moved to start hauling the body out the door.

‘I’m fine Sam,’ I said as we stepped away out of Dean’s earshot.

‘Are you sure? He didn’t hurt you?’ he said.

‘No, I’m fine,’ I said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I placed my arm across his chest, snuggling into his side as we walked towards the outside where Dean already was.

‘Yeah, what’s a little light torture in the afternoon?’ Sam joked which made me stop in my tracks.

‘Sam?’ I asked tentatively as he looked down at me his eyebrows knitting together.

‘Yeah?’ he asked.

‘What do you think he was trying to do?’ I asked. Confusion flicked across his face for a moment before he shrugged and said, ‘I figured he was trying to show me my worst nightmare. I mean it was all people I’ve lost.’

‘Oh,’ I said nodding and turning away. I started walking towards the door but Sam grabbed my wrist and whipped me around so I was facing him, watching me with suspicion.

‘You don’t think that’s what it was?’ he asked. I bit my lip and dropped my gaze before I looked up and sighed.

‘It was me,’ I said, ‘he wasn’t torturing you it was me.’

‘But Jess, Ruby,’ he stammered, ‘they’re-’

‘People you’ve loved. People you might love more than me,’ I admitted as tears stung my eyes and I blinked them away.

‘Y/N,’ Sam said concerned.

‘Don’t,’ I countered, ‘don’t say I’m being silly because I know I’m not. I know our life isn’t what you would’ve chosen if you could-’

‘But I wouldn’t choose anyone else,’ Sam said pulling me into him and grasping my face tenderly.

‘Really?’ I said after a moment.

‘It’s not what I planned but I wouldn’t have it any other way,’ he said pressing a kiss to my forehead.

#my writing #pick one #sam winchester #sam winchester fic #supernatural fic #spn #spn fic #supernatural #sam winchester x reader

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Pick and Choose - Blossoming Love

Riverdale

Warnings: cheating (I do not encourage this), CHONI, hints of depression, talks of past trauma.

Pairings: Cheryl Blossom x fem!reader

Word Count: 1566

AN: Well, I finished this way faster than I thought I would, so here we are. I hope this isn't as shit as I think it is. 😃

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A month. A whole ass month's worth of all this chatting, dating, and being clingy. You were so tired. You wanted a break, at least for a few minutes. In complete honesty, it wasn't all bad. You appreciated the gifts, the words of affirmation, and the romantic dates. All you wished for was a little distance. Everything was getting so serious so fast, and the fact that Cheryl made you feel so good about yourself didn't sit right with you.

Vulnerability wasn't your strong suit. It made you feel small. It made you feel like you were weak. So, to have someone act so close to you, made you feel things you didn't want to feel. "My love, what is on your mind?"

You tore your eyes away from the invisible speck on the ground and focused on your lover. You shook your head, "Nothing."

"I fear I don't believe that. Something else on your mind must have stolen your attention away from my gorgeous frame."

You internally cringed, not knowing whether to make an excuse or tell her exactly what was on your mind. "I'm just thinking of... things."

"Anything I can assist you with?"

You wrapped your arm around yourself and rubbed it on the bicep it landed on. Cheryl eyed your hand and squinted at it. "Not really. They're pretty mundane things."

Cheryl let you slide and opened her phone as it pinged. She grinned but rolled her eyes at the message she received. It read, "Fine, you win." Cheryl intended to ignore the message entirely, but then she got curious about how things would turn out. So, Cheryl being Cheryl, she let herself fall into the moment. "Meet me on our spot at Pop's."

"Dear, Y/N, I apologize, but I must leave. Something very important has come up. But do expect that once I get back to you, I will have very exciting news." Cheryl gave you a smile before she stood up and left, seemingly in a hurry. You didn't even get a word in, not that you minded.

Finally, peace and quiet.

On second thought, your book gently fell back against the table as your mind wandered off somewhere no one would ever find. What could it have been? Cheryl would stay with you the whole day, and when she would tell you that she had to leave earlier, she'd let you give out a response before changing her mind and staying instead. You were so curious, it was, honestly, killing you.

It took every fiber in you to take your book seriously. It was a good book. You didn't want to miss out.

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Toni sat there in all her glory waiting for Cheryl's striking entry, wearing her serpent jacket. She had made sure to dress up the way Cheryl wanted her to, knowing that if she did, their chances of getting back together would be higher. When the bell attached to the diner's door jingled, she turned her head to it, visibly lighting up as she spotted her favorite redhead strutting up to her.

"I knew you couldn't live without me, I am, simply, the best thing anyone could ever ask for. So, dear Tee-Tee, I hope you've prepared a speech to move me enough to take you back." Cheryl sat on the stool to Toni's right and faced her ex.

"Cheryl, I know we both can't live without each other. I can feel it. it's like we're bound together by some invisible string that makes us tied to each other. Cher, we complete each other, and this past month without you has been painful as hell." The way Toni spoke was gentle and soft. Cheryl loved this about her Toni. Her Tee-Tee could match the sensitivity of a situation with her words, and that made Cheryl feel safe. Toni handled her with so much care and patience, and she fell in love with that. She fell for Toni so hard and so fast.

Toni meant everything to Cheryl, and losing her might as well be the world's end. With Toni, it was all or nothing for Cheryl. It was either commit or don't commit. She wanted to commit. They both did, but for Cheryl, something came up. Sure, she still wanted Toni, but not as much as before. Now, she only wanted Toni at a certain level.

They love each other dearly. They cared for each other. But there was this large strain in their bond that made it seem like fixing things or talking it out would not suffice as a fix. They felt compelled to hear the three words they dedicated to each other again, but Cheryl had restraints now.

Then in the heat of the moment, Cheryl found herself leaning back against the counter while Toni pressed her body against her's for a big kiss. It was slow and passionate, something they'd been yearning to experience from each other again. Now that Cheryl had Toni again, everything else just didn't matter, or in Cheryl's mind, fuck it.

They found themselves in Cheryl's bedroom at the Thistle house, making out against her door like they would die if they stopped. It just felt so good. Their hips gyrated against each other, the moment proving to grow hotter by the second. As Cheryl's back hit the soft mattress of her bed all the while keeping her lips locked onto Toni's, it sealed their fate for the night.

When they awoke the next morning, they did their morning routine. They shower together while making no effort to keep their hands to themselves, cooking breakfast, and holding onto each other on their way to school. They were both still reeling off from their midnight escapades the previous night, so the world was pretty much blurred around them. Their focus remained on each other, not even bothering to hide their very couple-ly PDA.

You noticed, of course. I mean, they were everywhere and they were the talk of the school. Most students murmured about Choni being back together, while the smaller half muttered sick comments saying how Cheryl used you to get Toni back.

You weren't going to lie and say you weren't hurt. You were, but not as much as you should be. Were you hurt? It wasn't like you cared about Cheryl at all. It's not like you weren't just starting to get comfortable enough to open up to her. Funny enough, you were, actually, planning on telling Cheryl everything tonight. Oh, well. It didn't matter anymore. She finally had what she wanted.

You proceeded with your day like normal. I mean, nothing really changed, it wasn't a big loss. That's what you told yourself at least. As the day dragged on, you forced yourself together, squeezing your eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them again to relieve some of the drowsiness you felt. When all of your classes for the day finished, you headed to the library and sat down on the floor between two aisles of bookshelves, resting your head in the palm of your hands as you curled your knees up to your chest.

Life, for you now, is uneventful, other than the whole Cheryl thing. Your life before coming to the North side of Riverdale was hell, but it was perfect nonetheless. Your parents were there, your family, your grandmother, your home, your serpent family. It was all you knew, so when you had to move due to Hiram's work, it really crushed your soul. Then came the day of your family slowly being ripped away from you. It was like your heart was being gripped very tightly, thus causing you to feel as if it had stopped beating entirely. But it still was. It just took you a while to realize it.

After those traumatically tragic events, you opted to just go with the flow, sitting alone and keeping to yourself. You still hung out with the Serpents, of course, they are your only family left after all. But even if that is the case, you still felt like you were the only one who was left in the moment of grief. It looked, to you, like you were stuck in a ditch with no chance of getting out any time soon. It took something that shined as bright as the sun to find a way out, but even then, time was at a standstill for you.

Along with that came the emptiness you felt. It was like you had something to do, but you didn't know exactly what that thing was. You were in a very complicated ditch, and there wasn't anything to grab onto around you. But there was one, only it was all the way on the other side, and you didn't have enough energy to get up and get to it. You wanted help, yet you were too tired to seek it. For you, it was exhausting to even think about, getting up to help yourself and all that.

In this ditch, it was dark and cold. It felt like there was this big storm coming and it was nighttime, and there was no safe place around for you to nestle yourself in for, at least, the shortest amount of time. It was like, wandering around the desert, stressed, tired, and cold. It was pressuring. The world was pressuring. It motivated you yet diminished your confidence in conquering its trials. It tested your patience greatly.

And you aren't the most patient person to ever exist.

#not the mcu #lgbtq #YESSS CHONI #I DO NOT ENDORSE CHEATING #DONT CHEAT ON PEOPLE #i am gay #cheryl blossom x fem!reader #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale #x fem!reader #apparently there will be a part three #pls reblog it really helps #I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH PLS

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where. kirigan's messy home who. @hellfirekirigan notes. this is just a lil pre-battle blurb for them, kiss kiss

The preparations within the Eye had called the entirety of her attention, of her focus. Lives depended upon the technology that she and her team could produce and manufacture. And so, Sanem had practically been sleeping within the Labyrinth. Seemingly only leaving when she needed to make a visit to the Outpost, or when the coffee produced within the organization simply did not cut it. Her mind had primarily focused upon what she could construct for the soldiers, for those that had aligned themselves with the Senate, and with the Eye.

Yet, her conversation with Ephraim had circulated within her mind, beneath the seemingly constant worry. He had asked what she would do, if she had been given the command, once it was all over. She could have said they would go back to what they had always done, to hunt those that were not human. But a part of her had pushed through, had made itself known to herself. The part that wanted something different. For herself, for the life that had never truly been hers. And a part of that difference landed with an individual that she had not foreseen for herself.

For a moment, as she stood on the doorstep, before Kirigan had come to the door, Sanem had wondered if this were a bad idea. She did not have them often, or if at all. But perhaps that had become different, when it came to him. She had been foolish with their association. She had allowed him to see her in ways that he never should have. He was a demon, after all, an abomination that had taken over the body of some innocent human. And she was a scientist, a figure head for the humans to ensure their continued survival.

Yet, when the door finally opened, when Kirigan stood before her, she felt like nothing more than a woman who was in way over her head. That had allowed a simple infatuation to become something so much more. And perhaps she couldn't deny it any longer, especially with what was just upon the horizon. "I don't have much time," she stated immediately, a glimpse into how nervous she was. She had not done anything such as this in a long time, and the last time she had, it had not ended well.

"I brought you some things, from the Eye. I don't know what you will want to use, if any of it," she started, seemingly growing more nervous by the second. Kirigan had not been silent with his want, with his interest since the day they had started this partnership. Since he had begun to bring her creatures, and she had threatened him with experimentation. She had been the one to deny it, over and over again, even after the many times she had entangled herself with him. "I also ---," she stopped short, however, teeth worrying the inside of her cheek.

What if it were not as she believed it to be? What if Kirigan had only said those things to keep her from strapping him to her table? Perhaps it had all been fabricated within her own mind, strengthened by some small part of her that wanted him too. "I just ---," her words cut off again, currently a poor representation of how sure she had always been in her life. From the days she had spent at the Eye as a child, to the university halls as a teenager, to the career she had built for herself within the Labyrinth. But when it came to this moment, she was hardly sure of herself.

"I need you to be safe," she finally confessed, the truth laced upon each of her words. "I can't lose you either, alright?" That was what he had been trying to tell her, hadn't it? When he had come into her home, while she had been sick from the plague? He had turned it into a joke, but Sanem had been smart enough to figure it out. To know what he had wanted to say, but hadn't been able to. Now she could say it for the both of them. "I've spent too long pushing you away, but I don't want to anymore. However this bloodshed plays out, I want to be standing at the end with you." That is, if she made it through the bloodshed, if he made it through. And if she did not have to answer for the crimes that she committed, as Dominic had placed upon her.

"I want you to be by my side when this is all done, just as you are." And as the words slipped from her tongue, before the uncertainty could manifest itself any more, she stepped forward. Her fingers curled into his shirt, drew him closer until she could reach up to press her lips against his. It was not a kiss of hunger, nor of frivolous need or want. It was a kiss of promise, for what would come when the dust had settled over Rome.

END.

#interaction.#kirigan.

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I JUST FINISHED SMITTEN AND IM IN LOVE<333 THE ENDING IS SO 😭😭😭😭 idk if you take requests rn but if you do, can you please write a short drabble on how mia and peter's relationship would be like now that they have child? but ofc if you're not comfortable to write it, it's fine!! i was just curious :))

This is not an actual blurb but I rambled for a long time anyway.

You made me go back and reread the epilogue because my memory is so bad that I low key forgot what happened.

I always wanted Mia's story to be kind of tragic. She went through something so horrific that her life was never going to be easy. Even before Peter, she was suffering through serious trauma. People don't bounce back from that with ease. I made sure to mention that she started going to therapy but then quit when she felt judged by their comments. It's unknown if the therapist was actually judging her or simply making an observation but, because of Mia's entire life history and personality, she took it as them looking down on her which made her quit. She hasn't gone back to therapy since then. It's the same thing that happened between her and Patrick's relationship after Peter. She took his comments as a personal judgment and attack to make her feel small and disgusting. So she ran away.

I wanted to make it so she was dealing with everything on her own like she had her whole life. She can't trust people because she thinks they have ulterior motives or hide their true feelings. In her messed up thinking, Peter was the only one who showed her his true self so she knew what to expect. For her story to ever work with Peter, she needed to be incredibly vulnerable, kicked down, extremely isolated, have zero self-worth/think so little of herself, and be financially stuck. I tried my best not to romanticize their situation and actually show the reasons as to why she was ever accepting of him. Her way of thinking was never okay. Mia needs serious, professional help that she's not getting because she has no one in her life who cares enough to step in. She's very much alone.

All that rambling to say, that's exactly how I tried to set her up in the epilogue even after she escaped Peter. Not much has changed from before she was with Peter to after. She tried to heal but fell short. Sadly, I think it's very truthful. So many people end up back with their abusers. When all you have is yourself to keep you in check, it's really easy to lose track of things and resort back to what you know.

Mia is still alone, trying to raise a daughter who looks an awful like her captor, and dealing with trauma that she has no outlet for. Her PTSD is currently manifesting itself into hypersexuality. She wants people to use her so that she can feel a sense of familiarity that she's always known.

About ptsd and hypersexual behavior:

"People also often feel tremendous guilt or shame in line with their trauma, which can promote hypersexual behavior. Sex, in this case, can be seen as a coping mechanism used to manage the symptoms of PTSD. Many people feel hypersexual impulses as their brains are focused on the trauma. They can enter an unhealthy cycle where they seemingly reenact their trauma. As mentioned, this can be a coping mechanism for many."

This is where Mia is right now. She's clearly scared of Peter. She's scared for her daughter. But there's a part of her that is relieved to see him. She doesn't have to wonder or worry about where he is anymore. He's standing in front of her. She's able to physically have him in her sights. She can monitor everything that he does. She no longer has to live in the unknown. Her abuser is right there and she knows what to expect...almost craves it because it's familiar and she's tricked herself into think that she loves him. If she loves them then it makes everything easier to digest. He's not an evil stranger, he's her lover. She can twist his actions into love to soothe her own messed up thinking.

ALL OF THIS TO SAY that I think Mia would let him back into her life without a fight, as sad as that is to think about. I want her to take her daughter and run but everything we know about Mia doesn't align with that. The moment she decided not to kill him when she escaped the basement was the moment she chose him over her own life. She killed Jake. She could have killed Peter too but she didn't. That was her choice and Peter knows it. He knows he has her wrapped around his finger and has full control over her. His plan from the very start worked. Mia is his. She lost the fight. For now. She can still change! And I like to believe that she does...because she lives in my head and it's my story so I can force her to eventually change if I want haha.

I see Peter living in secret with her for a while. I see her willingly and almost excitedly letting him have sex with her. She wants to reenact her trauma and he's the perfect one to replay that scenario with. If I wrote this, there would be a lot of really crazy, dark smut.

I think she'd let him get close to Sofia only under extreme supervision. She wouldn't let him see her unless she was there. No matter how long he was around, I don't believe she'd ever give up control over Sofia to him. It would be the only time the fantasies in her head would drop back to reality whenever he interacted with Sof. She'd feel a tightness in her throat and anxiety in her stomach that she would try to push away but could never quite shake anytime he looked at her daughter.

I think they would play house for a little bit until one day Mia would finally snap, the reality of what they were doing sinking in and slapping her in the face, and she would probably stab him to death or something crazy then sink his body in the bottom of the pond on the property. No one but her and Sofia know he was ever there. She'd tell Sof that he had to leave and wasn't going to come back. Eventually Sofia probably forget about him because she's only three. It would be Mia's dirty secret that she would take the grave. No one would ever know. It's the only way she could ever be free of Peter. Jail wouldn't cut it. The only way for her to be sure that he would never return to her life would be through death.

Sofia would grow up wondering why she was never allowed to swim in the pond and Mia would tell her it's because of leeches...which would conveniently mimic that one flashback of Aunt May telling Peter not to go swimming and Peter killing the leech in that exact same pond thus implying that maybe the story one day repeats itself but with Sofia growing up in Peter's footsteps. Because a daughter of a serial killer father and a mother who's murdered two people as a result is a great villain origin story.

The End.

#smitten extra #i havent thought about this story in a good minute #oof

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kittyrob0t · 1 year

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I used to think that I didn't wanna get anymore cats because I couldn't bare the thought of seeing them pass. And yet, Lucky's passing has only made me love him even more, more so that I want to love even more felines in my lifetime.

I remember looking for someone to come with me to Binangonan, somewhere I've never been, via commute and was so shy to tag anyone along with my personal shenanigans and possibly undiagnosed savior complex. But alas, when I saw him in person, all of my thoughts felt small. He was eagerly eating the treats I was giving him, but probably because he must've just been hungry as hell and I was just a stranger giving him treats outside his cage.

So I'm here, typing this - seemingly cheesy essay, Like a Star by Corinne Bailey Rae, as I do when one loses a pet. If you haven't jumped on the wagon, you really should save this song for future purposes. I once rode an MRT when I found out, another adopted kitten of ours died and I was crying, mask wet - playing this song in my phone, adding only to the existing agony that was already there. I have so much to do, that even when I was recommended to take a leave, am still doing things I shouldn't even do considering I just lost a child. And I can't help but feel like I'm disrespecting Lucky a little bit because I'm not even dedicating all my hours to crying and sitting still.

And I have, earlier today; as I sat in a room with his body. Imagining that his stomach is slowly moving up and down, even when I know damn well he's gone. I really thought he was gonna be with us forever. Even in looking for places to move to, I always wonder about getting one extra room just for my cats, even if they'll choose to sleep there more than in mine.

He's such a nice soul, I wished people got a chance to get to know him. And even when it got old before pretty fast about people saying that even when he looks a little unlucky, he brings luck to people and to be honest, I'm only really ruminating in that thought now. He truly made me feel Lucky to have been his home before he passed. I wish I could've given him more. And I feel so sad because I know there's so much more I could've given him.

Lucky was so nice, and funny, and sweet. And even with the months prior of him living the way he's lived with his previous owner, he still was very sweet when we got him.

I remember the first time he was making biscuits; it was in my room, on a pillow that I wished was my leg. I wanted him to trust me so badly. I also remember not wanting to get attached to him the first few weeks, because I was so worried that with the strain of illnesses he had, I won't even be able to get him out the vet. But alas, he persevered, and we did too, all because he was showing so much promise. I really thought that all of his struggles were done, and that even when he did, we were stronger enough to handle it. It was so fast, like a quick rain on a summer day, a few stations in train transit on a weekend. I even saw them as my mom carried him in the carrier on the way to the vet, what I thought would be another day of worry but with the promise of him home by dinner. It feels incredibly heartbreaking bring home an empty pet crate. I will never look at it the same again.

I love him so much, so much. So much that I understand rich people when they make a foundation over their losses, because I just know that if I was part of the 1% it's another gig I'd pull. I want him to live forever. The house feels empty without him, Ponkan and Melon have been looking for him when we came back, and they were just starting to become friends. It sucks that he's gone without me. I know people often caption their posts that they're running free or whatever, but I can't help but feel depressed knowing I won't even get to see it.

Dear Lucky,

I know you'll never know how to read, let alone even see this (I don't know how optimists do it), but by some miracle you ever get to, I want you to know how much I love you, despite me staying long hours in the office and only ever being to hang out fully on weekends, when even then I feel like I'm busy still. You're one of the best things that has happened to us. I only wish that you feel the same, and that we've been a joy to be around in your final days, that we've made you feel alot better being with us, that you feel alright sleeping and waking up in a home with us. I wish that you felt loved by us, that you felt accepted. I will always cry at the sight of your pink tent. Now I'm crying like a whale because of writing that. I want to hug it and smother myself with it. I'm happy for all the times you let me pet you, feed you and even hug you even when I feel like you're out to bite me. I never cared. I love you so much I don't know what to do with it. You were so young. I only wished you were were happy during your stay with us that it felt like a lifetime you'd never forget.

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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forgive my illiteracy if my understanding of this is fucked up, I have brain melt from chronic lack of sleep - are you saying you worked at or have connections with people in ew/people mag? not sure how much weight that even has because I thought you were the one who always said not to buy into gossip rags but….

Adjacent. Not one in the same. The list you see is honestly partial. Most of those have many like. Sub acquisitions and partners and shit that all lead up into the master company. They're basically the leading media content provider you've never heard of because they don't brandish branding or own individual major networks, but most search sites, most utility sites, most marketing and news sites, etc lead into it. Is it google or amazon? No. Then it's IAC, basically.

Basically. There's NBC, ABC, CBS, Fox, CW, cable and The Internet And Marketing. IAC is the silent God Of The Internet And Marketing.

...Also EW isn't a gossip rag. Apparently this fandom has a truly, genuinely, deeply fucked up idea of what good sources are. Even Daily Beast, which was one of IAC's, is just commentary nonsense when it comes to media. EW is a paid, targeted thing that coordinates its messaging in sync with the productions working on it. Its interviews are measured and agreed on in advance, swept over multiple times in agreement, they get custom photo shoots as prime stuff, they get screeners direct, they get advanced marketing information, press packets, you name it.

Hence livestream interviews with the actors in key moments, which is a VERY DANGEROUS FUCKING THING honestly and is a great amount of business trust in the screening and professionality of the interviewers. Actually, EW is one of the only venues to ever do livestreams, most others are recorded, even like TVLine and shit, because they aren't trusted enough to handle livestreams. That's an EW exclusive. This isn't the same as being a dipshit posting an opinion on screenrant dot com. What the fuck. Come on yall. Catch a clue. Are you kidding me. You can't tell the difference???? Are you high, perhaps.

Like, shit. My small hobby livestreams with the Arrowstorm crew for The Outpost only happened because Jennifer, the owner's wife, was a good friend of mine along with a bunch of the crew and knew I would protect everyone there like family. Generally actors don't DO live streams, because they can get fucked, even by mistake. If you angle a question wrong someone can slip up and say the wrong shit by mistake just due to freudianism, and weird shit can burn down creatives careers. Hell, I was following instructions to hide a near full leg cast on Sonalii for about half a year so it wouldn't damage her work prospects. Which is why I raged on and on about being pissed at CW beyond Deancas, and saying a friend got injured badly on a CW set. But it's just as much protecting her to hide that as it is the company, because that shit can assfuck careers.

They're also behind the recent resurgence of Atlanta, by releasing the meredith local group stations to Gray, making Atlanta self owned, them one of the largest market providers, and giving them the monetization they needed to build the Assembly that is becoming Studio City. And why all the WB shit ran to the gulf. lmfao.

Basically someone told the acquisition-acquisition to sell to Gray because it would be the most they get for the stations they were already struggling with and the value wouuld only decline and compound losses since they didn't have the means to actually elevate the performance nor the leverage to enforce it against larger syndicates. and it shifted media mass and pulled alllllll the gravity into atlanta, even catching WBD tumbling down into the Assembly. While it loses its airspace. And is suddenly dependent on syndicates for CW. And basically, due to one seemingly insignificant sale of some stations, in tandem with a nicely timed boycott that broke CW, WB, and CBS' kneecaps, miraculously timed by coinkidink or whatever fandom wants to think, TBS came in and kidnapped CW back, and you can read my posts about that history.

Geezus.

No seriously. Welcome to hell. What you're digging at is the hellacious lovecraftian beast that is the entertainment industry. Everyone owns everything in a fucked up web that pulls invisible strings you guys haven't even computed existing. You gotta understand at all times there's like a turf war of the gods going on invisibly overhead that you guys never even processed until I started talking about it. You know, when I was talking about the Meredith acquisition by Gray, and the Assembly. Before everything else I said about CW lined up. So before trying to decide what you qualify as a gossip rag, start tracking who accesses what, who owns what, and where those strings go.

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experimental-failures · 2 years

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Confluence

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How long have you been sitting in your room now? You're not even sure. You know you have to do something about all of this eventually, but you're not sure what to do. The ring that was your safety net had broken somehow and it was at the worst time possible, you almost got two of your friends killed just by existing.

You wish you knew what was going on, why people would just seemingly be attacked by something when you're around, but you have no idea what it could be. Never being able to figure it out. The only thing you are sure of is that right now you're a danger to everyone.

The frustration has been building for awhile now, feeling the lack of any control over your life and the inability to do anything to fix it. The only thing that ever seemed to change your situation was that ring you'd been given, and now it's shattered into pieces.

You could do what you've done before and just try to start over again. But that would mean leaving here and leaving everyone you've made friends with behind.

Another option would be to try going back to that troll who gave you the ring and seeing if he'd be able to help again. Though there's still a feeling in the back your mind telling you to stay far away from him. Though what do you really have to lose this time?

The frustration builds again, unable to fully decide on what to do and wanting to do neither.

And in that frustration you stand up from where you'd been lamenting your situation, attempting to quiet the resistant voice in your mind and leaving your hive once again to return to the old shack that housed the troll that had seemed to help you before. Though this time you grab your weapons on the way out, two thorned whips, to hopefully help you maintain a level of calm that you had lacked with your last visit.

The voice telling you not to go continues even as you step out of your hive, getting stronger as you start on the path back to that place. The dread builds up until you're a few yards out. Hesitating now as you're back to that edge overlooking a bleak void, the sound of the plum colored river of blood flowing off the edge filling your ears. The chain once again on your neck lays still this time, no force trying to pull you forward.

Your foot hovers over the edge. It's not to late to go back to your hive and give up on this idea. To try and go back to how things were before you had met anyone.

Who are you kidding? Of course it's to late for that. You don't want to go back to living like that.

Your foot falls down to take that step over the edge and into the unknown void before you. Your step finding the solid ground of reality once again and carrying you along the path back to that old shack like hive; the nagging voice telling you to turn back now silent in your mind.

Following the same path you took before is simple enough; the growing dread having built up before fading as your steps become more sure. There's no going back in your mind. Whatever happens now is the path you're on. Be it good or bad.

The strange shack is set before you once more, but this time there is no horrible buzzing or pain in your head. The door sits wide open and only when you step inside the building is when that feeling in your head returns, much weaker and muted now yet still present.

Following the halls back to that room where the small troll had been when you first came here, you can hear the sharp noises of something going on. A loud thuding and cracking as if things were being thrown around.

It's not until you enter that room again that you see the small troll and a fairly larger troll clad in what looks like blue colored armor. The two clash, the small one trying to swing an overly large broken hammer at the other; half of the hammer was missing, leaving a jagged face on one end of it.

The other troll seems to be dodging and trying to disarm the smaller troll.

Standing at the entrance to the room, you're not sure what you should do, not sure on what was going on or why. Your mind must still be in a daze from everything that's been going on, you swear you could feel a tug from around your neck towards the smaller troll. Then the feeling builds up in the back of your mind, wanting you to act against the smaller troll.

You're not sure why you feel like it's the small troll you need to go after, he's the one you came to find, hoping he'd be able to help again. But, right now your will isn't strong enough to convince yourself to act against this feeling.

You're tired and drained, the events up to now having taken their toll and brought you here to a place where you felt like you were going to die the last time you were here.

Your hands find the handles; a strangely unfamiliar feeling rising up as you start to ready them. The muscle memory you once had for using these, now gone due to a long time of disuse. Running away had become your knew solution when things started to go wrong.

So despite the reason you came here, you move towards the small troll. Darting to them.

Then suddenly you're flung backwards and slammed into the wall behind you; the force of that over sized hammer still pounding against your chest. Sharp pain pulsing out from your ribs as your vision quickly fades and you fall.

And you fall.

Falling farther and farther before finally meeting the end of your decent. The soft sound of moving water being the only thing to bring you to look around; finding yourself in a dark void. Behind you is the river of plum colored blood, flowing down from the piece of land high above where presumably you had been before. The plum river hits the dark surface on which you stand, sinking into it and mixing into the dark waters until it was no longer visible.

Why were you here now? What were you even doing this whole time? Why did you think anything good would come from all this?

You're here now, wherever here is and you just feel like giving up. No matter what you try, nothing works.

Feeling the frustration building again, mixed with the ever present helplessness you've felt for so long. You simply sit down, bringing your knees up and meeting them to your forehead. Having no idea what to do, and no energy or drive left to try to fight whatever this situation is.

"So, what did we even really expect to accomplish with all of this?"

Your head turns to the sudden voice, one that sounds like your own. Your gaze is met by a silhouette of yourself, standing just a few feet away. The chain still connected to your neck travels off into the dark void far behind the silhouette, seeming to slacken as time goes on.

"It's not like we can really expect mister whoever the fuck he is to actually give us a permanent solution to the major problem with our own existence. Plus, it's our fault we're here in the first place. We let people get too close instead of keeping them at arms length like we had originally decided on after everything first started going to shit, now we're here in an even more fucked situation because we couldn't just be content with being alone to keep people from getting hurt, and because of that, we almost get two of our friends fucking slaughtered by some fucked up force or whatever the hell it is that is constantly screwing up our life!"

The words hit home and you have no argument to any of it. Simply turning your head back down and into your knees, trying to ignore it all. But you can't. Not here.

"And ya know the most fucked up part of this? Of course you do, we're the same person! We don't even know if we're actually friends with any of them! Like yeah we get along with them and enjoy their company but do they even know the real us? Probably not because we don't even fucking know! Wasting our time on tons of distractions night in and night out just to keep from thinking about how fucking nightmarish our situation has been the fact there's almost certainly nothing that can be done about it! Did we even enjoy any of those distractions? We're really not even sure cause that's all they've been this whole time! A means to hide behind a mask that we've worn for so fucking long that, let's be honest here, we can't even tell if it's a mask or the real us anymore!"

Still there is no response given.

"Why are we even still trying anyway? For them? They'd forget about us in acouple months anyway."

"I don't believe that."

The response comes before you even realize the breath leaving your lungs. You don't believe that. You know he's just trying to find any little way to justify giving up.

"Maybe not, but we can't say it for sure."

"Leave them out of it."

Again the response comes without any conscious thought.

"Why? Because we care? And why is that? Why do we have to care about anyone? Why do we have to worry about every time we leave our hive being another tally added to our body count? People die everyday on Alternia and many for the dumbest reasons. We'd fit perfectly if we just stopped giving a shit. We were on our own for long enough we can say we've gotten used to it!"

Silence overtakes you once again. He asked why you care and you can't quite give an answer to that. You just know you need to.

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You follow the chain connected to your neck, letting it lead you to the one you should have stepped in to help before any of this happened.

But how were you supposed to know that he wouldn't have figured out his ability by now? It's happened once or twice throughout the ages but it's rare and most of them figure it out eventually.

All you can hope to do now is to assist in damage control and try to help him gain atleast a baseline on all of this.

As the chain slackens, you know your getting closer, now close enough to hear his voice. But, it sounds like he's talking to someone. What's going on?

When he finally comes into view, you see your newest descendant curled up and unmoving, a silhouette of him standing by him. The silhouettes words seem only directed at your descendant.

You know what this is and while you know it's your descendant who needs to put this thing in line, it wouldn't hurt to give a temporary solution for the time being.

You think about the weapon you've wielded for most of your life, the way the metal pole fit in your grip and felt as you swung it, the weight of the large crescent shaped outer blades on the end and the protruding spikes of metal making up the inside of the curve.

Because of where you are, the weapon forms in your hand once again.

Finding itself being raised up and brought right down through the silhouette, rending it in two, forcing it to dissipate for now.

Your descendant doesn't even react when the voice is cut to an abrupt end. Still no movement at all.

Gently your hand meets his shoulder.

"Rest for now and let me help you. Give me control for a little while, I'll get things set back on the right track and try to make up for leaving this all to you."

Still there is no sign of recognition or movement. But there is no resistance either. No resistance as you take over now, leaving Carnix to rest.

You're laying face down on the floor when you come to, using the arms of an unfamiliar body to pick yourself up. A quick look around to gain your bearings is all it takes to see that things have developed while Carnix was out.

The small troll had managed to knock a familiar blue blood onto his back. You see the hammer the small one wields being raised up, leaving you only a moment to act.

Next to you is a pair of thorned whips.

Not your normal weapon, but you can make them work.

Your grip finds the handles of both whips, pulling back one arm and snaping the weapon out. It finds its mark by catching the trolls forearm, feeling it sink and seize as the thorns cut into flesh. With one hard yank the thorns come free, goring the small trolls arm, tearing flesh as it goes.

The rust blood gives a cry of pain, letting go of his hammer with that arm; giving the blue blood an opening to knock the rust blood off of him.

The rust blood starts to get up, taking the hammer with his good arm and heading towards a door at the back of the room.

You notice the blue blood having trouble getting up, seemingly stuck to his position as he struggles to force his body to move anywhere.

A nail sticking out from the floor catches your attention, hearing a faint pain voice coming from it. From where it stays, the shadow of the blue blood is cast right over it. With only a guess, you move over to the nail and pull it out from the floor.

Suddenly the blue blood can move again, getting up and first looking at you, then to the door the rust blood when through.

You cast the nail to the far side of the room, now focusing on using an ability your descendant has but didn't know of.

The shades of former enemies take shape in infront of you, group of five spirits under your command. Now you send them through the door to keep after the rust blood. Long ago you would have been able to send an entire legion of these spirits, all under your control.

But you don't want to test what you can do with your descendants body, pushing faster than you should. The stress of splitting yourself through so many, leaving only a thread to hold yourself together. It's not something to take lightly.

Then your attention turns to the blue blood; a troll you've met in ages long past.

"Vultis, how the hell are you still alive?"

Your question catches Vult off guard. You can't blame him. Being in someone else's body and in this current situation is more than enough reason to be confused.

But he seems to have put it together now. The fact you called him by name and the power you just demonstrated.

"I could ask the same thing of you Charoh. I could even ask why you look like this."

"Fair question and I'll answer it once we get done here. Mind taking the lead? This body isn't mine, I'd prefer to keep it away from unnecessary harm."

You motion to the door.

Vult nods and proceeds through the doorway with you following behind.

You've already worked out what was going on here, having dealt with a pest like this rust blood while you were alive. The wielder may change but the key to all of this is that hammer. A vile artifact used to create incredibly powerful items by forging a person into said item; breaking them under its weight and molding them into a form seemingly fitting for what their own natural power was. Taking the sorry victim and turning them into nothing more than a literal tool, severing any sense of the self while keeping them alive in an eternal prison of agony for anyone to use their gifts.

The only way to free anyone, is to break that hammer; it'll kill anyone turned by it, but they won't be suffering anymore.

Yet every time it's destroyed, that hammer somehow keeps coming back.

You and vultis follow the hallway behind the door for a short time before coming to a set of stairs leading you down to a much larger room, one the other side of which is the rust blood.

He stands at a doorway leading into even further depths, the spirits you sent after him now getting close as he just stands there.

Something feels off about this to you; the fact the rust blood is seemingly waiting being enough to to unnerve you. This large room sits completely empty, barren of anything aside from the walls, floors, ceilings, and doorways.

Only afew feet into the room and you notice the rust blood raising up his hammer and bringing it down right into the floor. The hammer breaks through, cracks now racing throughout the room while the rust blood quickly darts through the doorway, taking the hammer with you.

One step is all you can make before the floor gives out to an abysmal cave straight down. Vultis and you fall right down with the crumbled debris of the floor.

It takes a moment to right yourself in your descent, able to catch a glimpse of Vultis falling not too far away from you. He's managed to right himself aswell and you see him making a quick movement with his arm downwards, a small flash from something being thrown downwards at the ground now rapidly moving to meet you.

A sudden explosion of cold air is what follows, snow and ice suddenly filling the space between you and the ground being enough to catch your momentum and slow it to a stop as your buried down into the snow. It takes a few moments for you to dig yourself out and find the solid ground that had almost been the end of you and your descendant. Vultis must have gotten out before you as he's off to the side shaking off some of the snow that has stuck to his clothes.

Now that you're not about to die, you take the time to look around the cave you now find yourself in. There's no way you'll be able to climb back up from here, and the only other ways to go from here are two paths leading in opposite directions.

A pain in your chest starts to make itself known, making it harder to draw in a breath. You've definitely got a broken rib somewhere and it's possibly gotten worse from all of this. That initial hit Carnix took must have been what got it started.

Vultis starts walking towards the pathway behind both of you, making it atleast ten feet in before a sudden loud hiss emanates from much deeper in the tunnel.

"Nope."

And with that Vultis immediately turns round and starts going to the other tunnel.

You find that judgment pretty good and follow him.

As you catch up to Vultis he glances to you.

"Do you need any help? Your breathing sounds abit difficult."

"Normally I'd say to wait until we get out of here, but this isn't my body to abuse so yeah."

Vultis takes a moment, holding up his hand and creating a small flame that eminates a gentle warmth. When it gets close to your chest you can feel it repairing whatever damage had been done.

"So what's going on with you and this body anyway? How exactly are you even here?"

"The short version is that this, well, is the body of one of my descendants. I'm only borrowing it so he can rest awhile and so I can get him out of this mess I inadvertently made."

"And the longer version?"

"Fine. Pretty much every one of my descendants has had my power. The one you've seen me demonstrate multiple times."

And just as an example you summon a large group of spirits. Though, deciding to make use of them, you send them ahead of you and vultis to scout the tunnel ahead.

"Anyone we are the direct cause of death for gets their spirit stuck under our command and its just been compounding on itself throughout every generation. However this descendant, Carnix, never figured out he has this power. It's not the first time this has happened and normally those that didn't figure it out at first would work it out."

A frustrated sigh escapes you, knowing that all this could have been avoided if you had just stepped in when things had starting going bad.

"I stopped paying attention to any of this though, wanting to stay caught up on other matters that were happening in the living world. I was confident he'd figure it out eventually and maybe he would have and gain some control over it. But somehow that rust blood got involved and when a wielder of that cursed fucking hammer gets involved, things tend to go really fucking badly. Not only did he lose control in front of his friends, this damn power has been eating at his will for along while and now all thats left is cinders. So, I'm stepping in now to give him a base line to work with so he can eventually get enough control to live with it. To make his will burn again."

"So you'll have to explain all of this to him again?"

"No, he can hear me. We'll be sharing a body for awhile. Though I'm letting him rest. Sad thing is that the biggest thing bothering him is a complete lie. He's worried he almost go his friends killed. This power, without any control, works primarily based on his emotions. He freaked out and whatever spirit was near him basically went into attack mode. But since he saw his friends as friends, they were in absolutely no danger. Hearing that should help him calm down abit."

A slight breeze can be felt from infront of you now, there must be an opening somewhere ahead. Though from behind a distant rumbling can be felt, something incredibly large is moving through these tunnels and you can't quite tell which way it's going.

"Vultis, you had worked as a mercenary. Could I ask you to help out my descendant if somehow anything were to happen to me?"

To that Vultis is quiet for a moment

"Your descendant, Carnix right? Can hear all of this?"

"Yes."

"I don't do work for the dead. But if he asks, I'll do what I can."

You nod and let silence take hold for the next portion of your walk, feeling the breeze getting ever so slightly stronger with each passing moment.

"You're not curious how I'm here?"

Vultis breaks the silence now

"I am, but I feel like no matter what the answer is, I wouldn't like it. I know you didn't die and get brought back; I never saw you on the otherside. But you don't look like you've aged at all so I'm assuming either you somehow became immortal or got frozen or something by magic and got here. Not like you'd be the first to do that but maybe the first to have lasted this long."

This time Vultis nods and the silence sinks back in.

Eventually the rumbling behind you comes to an end, hopefully signifying the creature has gotten far enough way or has given up of it's been following you.

Now the breeze continues to grow as the mouth of a cave comes into view, the light of day pouring into it towards you and Vultis.

The two of you decide to wait until night falls to leave the tunnel, using this time to now rest and check for any unaccounted for injuries.

Once night does fall, the two of you say goodbye for now and go your separate ways.

Your path takes you out to the edge of a town, walking it's streets until you find a place that Nix's mind recognizes, using his memory to make your way to his hive.

Once there you start letting Nix slowly take back control, helping him get used to this feeling of switching places.

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The feeling is very strange at first, taking control of your own body once again. It's almost like you're trying to figure out how to move again while you're whole body had fallen asleep. A sensation of numbness coming first, then fading as you start to take hold.

You're not even sure if any of this is even real right now. Maybe you fell asleep and have just been stuck in a weird dream; none of what has happen feels like it should be a reality. Yet the exhaustion you're now starting to feel the full brunt of is making you wonder if this all is actually happening.

Following the too familiar halls of your hive, you make it to your room. The phone you had thrown against the wall from frustration still laying on the ground with its screen cracked.

In the corner near your bed you finally notice something that makes you want to cement this entire situation as a bad dream.

A very large dog like creature lays by your bed, it's long tail ending at a bulb which flickers on and off with a purple light under the bed.

This is your lusus, the one you had to put down very long ago due to a severe wound it had received trying to protect you. Why was it now here?

You think back to what you had heard your ancient ancestor said to that blue blooded troll, Vultis if you remember right.

If this isn't just a dream or some insane delusion......

Has your lusus been here the whole time?

It's more to think about than you care for, the information having to be worked through already being enough to overwhelm you and now this.

Your body finds its own way to your bed as you try to think, laying down while you wonder what you're going to do now.

If this all is real, then maybe now you could start not worrying about everytime you leave your hive, worrying about being around the people you've come to call friends.

But, you also know you'll have to figure out what to tell them. This all isn't their problem so maybe you'll keep everything to yourself. You'll just atleast let them know you're okay.

You don't want to bother them with your own issues, but would that just be putting on a mask again? Maybe eventually you'll tell them everything. You're not sure and the inability to focuse as exhaustion eats away at your consciousness is not helping in the slightest.

The voice that echoes out now from the back of your mind tells you to just take it one step at a time.

Your mind fading into sleep as Charoh reminds you to let things start slow; neither of you are in a hurry right now.

#tw gore #decided to make an edited version of this cause i didn’t feel right about the previous one #Vultis Graeur #Carnix Ortfer #Carnix story update #i am not a writer #let me know if i need to add other tags #long post

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