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l0starl · 6 months

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⊹ ‧₊˚ Lost soul ⊹ ‧₊˚ ｡

☠️ Ingredients : Sugar, spice, lemon, and a lot bit of salt

Summary : Reader was murdered a few years ago, body was never discovered, few years later miles comes across a sketchy neighbor, looks like he’s in for a surprise… :)

Ghost reader x miles 42

★ Warnings : Mentions of guns, violence, reader is dead, Angst??

🪦 Participants : Miles!(42)

🎧 Song : Mercedes

🌱 W/c : 1.5k

🌿 Reader is black 🌚

”You promise you won’t leave me here?”

“Of course not ma, till death do us part”

The day you died was the most excruciating pain you’ve ever felt, not a day goes by where your not reminded of the agonizing pain and screams of horror you had to suffer…what did you do to deserve such a terrible death? You have no clue yourself..But now all you seek is….

Vengeance

You can’t exactly remember the faces of those who were apart of your murder, but you remember their voices.

You were walking home from school, you always took the shortcut home but today there was construction nearby, So that path wasn’t an option. You had to take the long way though the sketchy part of town….Yikes…

Little did you know, this decision would haunt you for the rest of your life…

The sketchy part of town was a bit run down, houses with graffiti, trash lying around, the smell of weed. You would avoid this path at all cost but today wasn’t an option…

You walked down the path, you felt uneasy, as if something or someone was watching you, as you quicken the pace, Your mind was screaming for you to turn around and find another way home, but you were too stubborn…

BAM….BAM

gunshots are shots right near your direction, the gunshots blew out your eardrums, you ears ring rapidly, you can’t hear anything at all, so you do the most logical thing….

RUN

You sprinted through the streets, your ears rung swiftly, gunshots continued blaring out close to your direction, adrenaline rushed throughout your body, up ahead you see your house in the distance, maybe about 25 feet away.

You were running as fast as you can, you didn’t want whoever was following you to know where you lived right?? You quickly changed your route, sprinting like your life depends on it…literally…

BAM

You abruptly stop, your leg feels numb as you tumbled down onto the pavement, you tremble, urging yourself not to scream to alert the person holding the gun. You look down at your leg, blood is gushing out, you don’t have much time…

You start crawling, your not sure where your going but you gotta just keep it pushing, you leave a trail of crimson red on the concrete.

Surely you’re gonna make it out alive right? You’ll be just fine

BAM

You screamed in agony, alerting the person with a gun, the bullet hit your shoulder, tears fell down your face as you here multiple footsteps approaching…

There was more than one person..?!

There was no use crawling, you were in too much pain to move at all, you layed there as your life flashed before your life….No…you still have a chance at living, maybe just-

“MUMFH” you muffled as you felt a cloth cover your mouth and nose, you could barely breath, maybe there was a drug on the cloth?

you tried removing the cloth but it was no use, the person has a strong grip….You were about to black out, you blinked a few times as tears rolled down your eyes….

“Shh, it’s time for you to go to sleep” the person whispered, giving you a little pat on the back in a mocking way..

You woke up in a room with the lights dimmed down, you were tied down to a chair and your mouth was closed shut with duct tape..

You looked around your surroundings for anything that can help you, it was no use…. Your vision was hazy, so you couldn’t hear that well temporarily.. The door to the room burst wide open, a group of people surrounding you, holding various weapons….

“Hm if it isn’t you, thought your ass would be dead by now by the amount of blood you lost” one of the men spoke

“Who the hell are you?!” You hissed annoyed

The man comes into light view, you were taken aback by who was standing right in front of you

“James?!?!” You spoke shocked

“Surprised to see me? Oh how much I’ve always wanted you dead, you still don’t know your place do you” he spoke mockingly

You were still in a state of shock from this new info, James goes to the same high school as you, he took pleasure in making your life a living hell, you always went home at least with a few couple bruises, apparently the only reason he does this since he has a grudge on your dad, reason why? Putting his dad out of business and losing his job….

“So, your really gonna kill me huh?!” You shout angrily

He puts a gun to your head, as soon as the gun makes contact with your head you freeze

“This little chit chat is over, too bad it had to end like this” he responded mockingly

“Hey wai-“

BAM….

“get rid of the body…”

It’s been a year since your death, I guess you would be considered a lost soul to modern standards, you don’t look like your average ghost, guess the stereotypes go a bit overboard… as a ghost you don’t look any different at all, your just see through and could go through walls….

You basically live in this sketchy neighborhood, the smell of weed still reeks through the neighborhood, your scarlet blood still stains the pavement, leaving the train of blood where you crawled…

In the distance you heard voices, people were coming this way, panicked you kept yourself hidden, observing from afar, it’s not common to see people walk pass here

As the voices come closer you see a particular interesting person, a boy with braids that reach to his shoulders and a cold expression, one person you recognize in the group, you suddenly feel angry, the audacity this man has…

“James, this shit is stupid why the hell you bring us all the way out here” miles hissed

The others bickered and protested but James quickly silenced them

“cause we’re here to see if the rumors were true about them” James retorted playing it off

“Who’s them?” Miles responded confused

“the person who was killed here, no one knows what happened to em” James replied

Miles scoffed as he walked towards the sketchy buildings, examining them, he was almost close to where you were, but you didn’t want to alert them, so you stayed put…

He approached close to where you were, not wanting to be discovered you turned around and quickly left, before you could do so, you tripped over and fell, so much for being “able to go through things”

He turned to your direction, he was taken aback from your appearance, you were slightly see through, you wounds that never healed, and a saddened expression that never changed..

“Your them, aren’t you?” He spoke as he walked closer slowly to not startle you.

You nodded, lifting yourself off

“Why are you with James, you don’t know what he’s done to me” you responded with anger

“What did he do?” Miles replied

“He murdered me! All my screams of agonizing pain no one heard! No one saved me! I died cold and alone and scared!” You shouted

He clenched his fist in anger

“Goddamn it, I knew something was up with him” he hissed “Whatcha want me to do about it”

“We turn him in!” He replied

“You need evidence, and I’m pretty sure-“

“We’ll worry about that later let’s go…” you paused

“It’s miles alright”

“Then let’s go miles, I won’t let him get away with this”

For a few weeks their connection grew, they found common interest in stuff they enjoyed, miles felt a special connection with you, he doesn’t just opened up to anyone randomly… Maybe he had grown a soft spot for you, feelings for a ghost didn’t sound very usual, so he went into denial about them. He was willing to make James face his consequences….it only he knew he wouldn’t see another day again…

“James I know you killed them” miles spat angrily

“Miles what you talkin abou-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit James, I know you did it” he hissed

James reached for his back pocket and stared at miles with a sinister smile

“You’ll be joining her in the afterlife very soon yk?” James laughed mockingly as shots fired

Miles collapsed on the floor, clenching his chest, he’s dying, and he knows it. James snickered at the sight as he walked away with no remorse.

You came soon after you heard rounds of gunshots go off, you hurried over beside miles, tears rolled down your face

“Miles! I’m so sorry! I should’ve kept you outta this situation” you sniffled

“It’s alright, at least I’ll be able to be with you right? I won’t leave you here” he responded

”You promise you won’t leave me here?”

“Of course not ma, till death do us part”

After he spoke his final words his body went cold, his expression lifeless as blood is all over on the concrete floor, James was caught a decade later and charged for 1st degree murder, you on the other hand couldn’t get over the fact he was gone.

But you’ll always carry a piece of him with you, no matter where you are….💗

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wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart · 7 months

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In honour of the spooky season, I felt like sharing something from an old fic Haunt me for a year. This is the last chapter of it but I think you can read it without knowing the rest.

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In the light of the huge golden-red harvest moon, which slowly rose free of the horizon on the last night of September, the cemetery was once again transformed into a mysterious and haunted place. An enchanted realm where time could be strange, and where the veil between the living and the dead sometimes became thin.

In its light dark shadows came to life, creeping free from the trunks of old trees and rising from the tombstones. Black and flickering they moved in the night, the silent spirits of those forgotten by the living, cursed to haunt the darkness forevermore.

On the mound in the center of the cemetery illuminated by the hunted moonlight the old oak stood like a mighty dark silhouette against the sky. An ancient creature proudly watching over its mysterious realm and all its souls. Old, patient, and with many scars from time's hard bite, it watched.

A cold wind, which carried with it the promise of frost and winter swept across the landscape and through the branches of the old trees. Mercilessly, it started to loosen and tear off their leaves, beginning its work of picking them naked for the winter. It whirled the leaves through the cool night air, before it laid them to rest on the cold ground.

The proud slender evergreens, who stood untouched by the changing of the seasons, swayed dangerously in the wind's grip. The moaning, whistling and groaning sound which it created was both haunting and frightening.

A single lantern glowed at the foot of a white pillar, its flickering light illuminating the prayer written there, blurred by the light mist rising from the grass around it.

The mist gave shape to the elusive elves, transparent and almost invisible, as they drew the dark shadows of the lost souls into their tempting dance under the moon's golden-red light, before the wind dissolved them and carried them all away into the cold night.

Large witch-rings of bone-pale mushrooms grew in the grass, marking where the cursed could be found, where the witches and wizards would meet, where the Force could be reached and where time did not exist. In their rings of living pale flesh, created by rot and decay, anything could happen on a night like this.

Covered in dark green ivy, terrifying thorny but beautiful climbing roses and sweet smelling honeysuckles, hidden in the wild and forgotten part of the cemetery, an ancient sanctuary lay nestled among the crooked old fruit trees.

The lost and forgotten fruits had fallen from the crooked branches and now lay in the long grass, where their rotting flesh would bring new life when winter loosened its grip once more. The wind carried with it their riped, sweet scent of decay, which, mingled with the scent of damp earth, became the fragrance of both life and death.

The lights that marked the many paths that flowed like solidified streams through the realm of the dead, glowed with a light as dim as the moon's. They marked the known paths, but no one followed them this night. The dead knew other ways through the darkness, and the living wisely stayed away.

Between old and new tombstones a deer walked, enjoying a late and undisturbed meal, paying no attention to the spirits around it. Above it, an owl glided gracefully through the moonlight with silent wing beats, hunting for its innocent and unsuspecting prey, and like tiny elusive silhouettes against the sky the bats performed one last elegant dance before their long winter sleep, where they would let themselves slip close to death's eternal embrace.

The wind whispered in the night, it sounded as if it were whispering or singing an almost inaudibly poem meant for those who rested or wandered in the realm of the dead in the night of a hunted red-golden moon. It whispered for those who were loved and missed, but also for those who were forgotten and left behind.

There is no death! The stars go down

To rise upon some other shore,

And bright in heaven's jeweled crown

They shine for evermore.

There is no death! The dust we tread

Shall change beneath the summer showers

To golden grain or mellow fruit

Or rainbow-tinted flowers.

The granite rocks disorganize

To feed the hungry moss they bear;

The forest leaves drink daily life

From out the viewless air.

There is no death! The leaves may fall,

The flowers may fade and pass away-

They only wait, through wintry hours,

The coming of the May.

There is no death! only the Force

that flows in all and walks with a silent tread;

It bears our best-loved things away,

And then we call them "dead."

***

A tall figure walked through the dark shadows of the night and the mysterious light of the hunted moon. He was a shadow among the many dark shadows that danced in this night. His coat flowed behind him in the wind like a long black cloak, merging into the darkness of the night, when he walked up the mound on which the old oak stood, as if it were his right to master and rule the darkness of the night in this realm.

For many nights he had wandered here in the dark, among the dead, seeking the light, only to find, like so many others who had walked in the darkness seeking the light before him, that it had been with him all along. And yet, here he was once more, enveloped in the darkness of the night, lit by the haunting glow of the moon, missing his light, seeking what he feared to have lost.

Another figure also wandered through the night, called once more by the Force to this haunted place. Dressed in a white coat, which the moon's light dyed golden-red, he walked elegantly like a spirit through the shadows, led by the whispering wind. This night he did not follow the long-known paths, but had finally chosen to follow a new one through the dark.

For many nights he had sought the sorrow and memories found here in the realm of the dead, but had instead discovered something new, yet familiar. He had finally allowed his heart to open again, knowing he was doomed to lose what he had found once more, or so it seemed.

Now he wandered yet again here in the realm of memories, seeking the freedom of the present, longing for the one he knew he would have to lose.

The Force brought them together once more, it had always brought them back together, for they were souls connected across all borders, of all times, and all universes. No veil could keep them apart forever, their destinies one and the same, even when they did not know it. They would always recognize each other, would always seek the other's soul and light.

They met in the night, bathed in the hunted moon's golden-red light, under the crooked branches of the old oak, as they had so many nights before.

Their astonished joy at finding each other again, was evident in the desperate kisses they shared, and the relieved words that tumbled across their lips, finally telling the truth and putting into words the love that would at last set them both free of the darkness.

They had both thought that the other were lost, that they were abandoned, that there had been no other choice but to leave the other, to lose what they had just found, and now the Force had granted them one more night.

Amazed, grateful and happy to be together again, they walked through the cold haunted night in what they had made their realm unafraid of the darkness and shadows. They talked, laughed, kissed, played and danced in the golden-red moonlight, filled with the joy of being near each other, their love finally free and shining. They lost themselves in the moment, in the here and now, and for a time they did not care about anything else but each other.

The path the Force led them by in the haunted night, brought them to one of the many tombstones that rose in the darkness lid by the moon. In its mysterious light they saw the truth written there.

It was a terrible truth that could have, and perhaps should have, driven them apart again. But they held on, stubbornly, they clung to each other, refusing to let go of what they held so dear and had just found.

And then the Force revealed to them that it no longer mattered, as it led them to another of the stones that stood in the darkness to remember the dead.

Its base was covered in withered flowers, and on it were other names written in curved script, glowing faintly in the moonlight. Its golden-red light was also illuminating another truth, that was written there to comfort those left behind.

'There is no death, only the Force.'

***

On the last night of September the moon rose with slow dignity high into the sky, and gradually its light changed to a soft shining silver-blue that almost made the night as bright as day, creating long black shadows, transforming the cemetery into a realm of black and white.

In the bright silver-blue moon light, two figures walked through the silent realm of the dead. They walked in the realm where the Force touched the living, and allowed the dead to finally find their peace. Where it gave back the lost souls their light and hope, allowing them to find the hidden truth and the freedom forgiveness can bring. It was a silent realm of dead, though filled with life, and here, where the veil between eternity and all times, all realms and destinies, was thin and fragile as a moth's wing, transparent, to let lovers meet one last time, they walked in the silver-blue moon light.

And when the morning light came, soft and bright, they were gone. Had vanished through the heavy wrought iron gates which marked the borders of the hunted realm. In the light of the new day, the ancient inscription which adorned them, and which the passage of time had made almost invisible, suddenly became strangely visible.

'Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.

The Force created us from its eternal flow, its children we are,

and when we are one with it, our souls become eternal.’

‘At the end of time there will always be a new beginning.’

‘There is no death, only the Force.’

***

Notes:

The poem is the first half of John Luckey McCreery's 'There is no death' with only a tiny modification.

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neteyamsilly · 1 year

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Hi, it's Nini ✌🏽😧

I honestly don't know what to say. Oml. There's so much to say and so little words out there for me to express how in awe i am of your way with words. The flashback was just so adorable, him making her stuff even though he's mocked by everyone because of the disaster he's created but not caring because his little girl loves it 🥺 excuse me whilst i vomit because ✌🏽💀 daddy issues ✌🏽💀 it really makes you think where did they go wrong. Like he was her everything and then they became so distant because of Jake's militaristic ways it's honestly really sad. It also really reflects on real life and how past experiences can shape someone for the worst because he was so carefree and then he just...wasn't 😭 and honestly as much as i want to fault him, at the same time i see where he's coming from, even if he hasn't been going about it the right way. It's the only way he seems to know.

Her saying she'll protect her siblings had me smiling so hard, since she was so young it was all she thought about and even now you know she'd die for them. Her mixing letters and whatnot is just so cute and funny, Lovak's villain origin began from there 😶

“Will you paint me like this when I finally get an ikran, too?”

Erm....so about that...

Him saying he would and so would Neytiri because its what families do but we know they didn't get to is honestly, heartbreaking. AND THEN THE FLASHBACK IS OVER AND NEYTIRI IS SPREADING THE BLOOD. GENIUS! Absolute genius 👏🏼 🙌🏼

Neteyam being in control despite losing control internally is so sad because it makes you realise how much he had to grow. Lo'aks reaction was perfect. Just...cold. Completely different than how he is normally, honestly it was delicious angst like whew family suffering because of near death experiences? yes please 🤐 Neteyam being the one to comfort his family and even Lo'ak with Tuk was so adorable. Kiri just being in Pandora Jesus mode and taking up a spot with her grandmother in the tent is so Kiri 🤣

Nowwww the Neytiri throwing fists as Jake was a solid for me, he needed that. Sure it wasn't his intention but it still happened. The bit where you mentioned the adoption ceremony had my stomach churning, I'd like to believe even if that did happen the reader wouldn't stand for it she'd be like fuck no, cause sure her dad is thick but he's her dad, that's her person, he's still the same man that sat by the river and made trinkets for her just to see that big, shiny smile on her face.

I'm curious, did Lo'ak run because he overheard the conversation of the possibility of her being adopted out or because he was panicking about the whole situation??? I just assumed it was the first but it could be a mix or the latter. It was great to see how close they all are despite there being strains within the family due to tense relationships amongst some 👀 members 👀 im looking at you Mr. Sully.

Her Ikran having the colours of Toruk dkkskskskaka ugly keyboard smash because that's so fitting. Lo'ak saying he wanted to fly with her 🥺 they all lost out on her big moment. AND THEN HER IKRAN HAVING LOST HALF OF ITS FIN TAIL AHHHHH LIKE??? I THOUGHT OF TOOTHLESS STRAIGHT AWAY AND WAS LIKE AHHHHHHHH CAUSE OML THE HTTYD MOMENT IS SO CUTE. Despite Toothless having lost half of his own tailfin he was still one of the most powerful which has me thinking whether her Ikran would be the sameeeee 👀 hmmmm....it would never fly again- like haha ik something you don't *whispers* prosthetic fin like yall have scientists do your thing 🧐 she's not putting her ikran down lmaooo that's just clown thoughts jake, she's gonna love him as he is, that's her best friend now

AND AHHHHH HES GONNA SPEAK TO HER AT THE TREE OF SOULS IM SO HAPPY ITS THROUGH THAT AND NOT IN PERSON BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS ON THE LINE EVEN MORE CAUSE IF SHE DOESNT ACCEPT 🪦 lmaoooo....wheww....

Anyways oml i think i rambled so hard so sorry but it needed to be done, you write so much it only makes sense to give a detailed comment

I'm ready for the waterworks that will arrive in the next chapter, they're gonna be so vulnerable i love it. I was listening to Father and Son by Cat Stevens and its so fitting for them 😭 like....

"I was once like you are now and I know that it's not easy" PLEASEEE ITS SO THEM!!!

Also "From the moment I could talk, I was ordered to listen" NETEYAM THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!

But also like if we just skrrt skrrt to Avatar Canon and look at A:twotw this is totally Lo'ak and Jake's song 💀erm lemme just go sob 🥲

Song Link: https://open.spotify.com/track/3KLnsi2ikPi2AqJObRHp10?si=l7SWTH6gQvu68llhMHpvXQ

btw to answer your question from your previous response yes i'm from England hence the "mum" 🤣 i hope i didn't make some stupid typo...

- Nini ✌🏽🥴

HEY NINI!!!!! Welcome back AHAH I cannot believe I really predicted ur nationality from how a simple word is spelled I AM SO SORRY I COULDNT KSJDSKSLJ

Your thoughts and insights on the chapter has me GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET AHHHHHHHHH I DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I CAN ADD TO THEM BUT SBDHSHDBSH

Like, that flashback was really meant to show how different Jake was. How relaxed he was with sister!reader, how good everything used to be... growing apart from that closeness is just SO SAD.

Thank you for saying it's genius it was my peak moment I think. Idk if I can symbolize better than this HDSDHSJ

"that's just clown thoughts jake, she's gonna love him as he is, that's her best friend now" EXACTLY EXACTLY!!! Also I'd been keeping this inside but like. it's meant to parallel jake's paralysis too -- that ikran's lost his legs kinda, just like him. so it's meant to symbolize a lot (for jake) if I can do this right!

as to why lo'ak ran off, it was a mix of everything. he was panicking, his parents are fighting, all of them are listening in and he couldnt take it anymore, so to speak! AND THE SONG YOU PUT STOPPPPP ITS TOTALLY JAKE AND LOAK SHHESDSHD IM IN MY FEELS!!!! I think you'll like their little scene in chapter 5 then....

Thank you again Nini!

#irma mirma ask mask #irmanons: nini

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jossyreadssmut · 10 months

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