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animationmovieshipps · 8 months

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Goodbye Gift (OPLA Luffy x Reader) Part - 2/3 +18

"Where are we going?" Luffy asked, the two of you running excitedly along the path laughing like two children who had just done something mischievous and managed to escape from the consequences.

"It's my secret hideout." You said between giggles, making him even more curious than he already was. "I hardly bring anyone here. Feel lucky."

"I feel honored." He joked and you laughed again.

As he passed with some difficulty through the bush full of leaves, he was surprised to see that that place existed. Never in a million years would he guess that there was a lake there on that island.

You turned around and laughed when you saw that there were leaves stuck in his hair.

"What is it?" He asked, before checking to see if his armpit smelled bad.

"I got this." You said, approaching him and carefully removed each of the leaves from his hair, taking the opportunity to do something you wanted to do since you laid eyes on him for the first time.

Well, one of them.

His hair was so silky, you felt like you could spend your whole life running your fingers through it.

"Alright, I've taken them all off."

"Thanks." Luffy smiled, before looking around where he was. "So this is your famous secret hideout?"

"Yeah, tourists prefer the beach, so I have this place all to myself." You explained, untying the strap that held up your dress and stripped of it, leaving you in just your panties and bra. It was the first time you were half-naked in front of a man, but for some reason, you felt at ease when you were with him. "Do you feel like swimming in the lake?"

When he tried to speak, he ended up stuttering, still stunned by the sight of your body.

"I-I mean, I would." He confessed, as he sat on the floor. "But I can't swim. You can go swimming if you like."

Altough you were curious, you decided not to question why he didn't want to swim and sat down next to him.

"No, I'd rather stay here with you." You said, resting your head on his shoulder. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No, my crew and I are just passing through to get more supplies." Luffy explained. "I'm a pirate so I never stop at just one island for a long time."

Upon hearing that, you immediately raised your head again and looked at him, wondering if you had misunderstood the words he said.

"Are you a pirate??" You asked to make sure, which Luffy replied with a enthusiastic nod of his head. "You don't look like a pirate."

"It's not the first time someone has said that to me." He laughed. "I'm a different kind of pirate, you know?"

"I see." You smiled. "You must have seen many different places."

"Yes I did. Like the place where I met my crew's cook, the Baratie is a restaurant in the middle of the sea, it wasn’t built on any island."

"No way." You said in amazement, not believing that it was really possible to build an establishment in the middle of the sea.

"It's truth." He laughed at your reaction. "Oh, I wanted to say this before, but you did great there at the restaurant, kicking the bad guys' asses."

You looked away, embarrassed by his compliment.

"Thanks."

"Who taught you to fight like that?" He asked, eyes looking at you full of curiosity.

"My mom." You replied, smiling as you remembered her. "She said that when I finally started traveling around the world, I had to learn how to defend myself from all the dangers"

Luffy was quickly surprised by what you said. That tide was really coming in his favor.

"Traveling around the world?" He asked, wanting you to talk more.

You hesitated for an instant, but in the end you agreed to tell him about the dream you had to give up on.

"It's just that since I was little, I've always had the dream of traveling the world, knowing more about the oceans, see new islands, new cities, things that I only saw through my books. I wanted to be able to see it with my own eyes." You explained, delighted by how he was looking at you when he listened to you talk about your dream.

"If it's what you want, why didn't you go on sail until today?" He asked again. "If you want, you can join my crew, I always look for brave fighters like you to be a part of it. You won't regret it, the pirate life is amazing and you'll get to visit and explore all the places you've ever wanted."

Your eyes lit up with that possibility for a fraction of a second, it would be incredible to be able to explore the world alongside him.

But you soon became discouraged again when you remembered that you had to stay on that island, not because you wanted to, but you needed to.

"I wanted it so bad, you don't know how much. But I can't." You replied. Even though you tried not to cry, you couldn't contain a single tear that escaped your right eye and ran down your cheek.

"But why?" Luffy asked, the smile on his face fading. "What holds you to this place?"

"My father." You said. "He already lost my mother and we suffered her loss so much. I can't leave him too, I just can't."

He was better with gestures than words, so he held out his hand and caressed your cheek, drying the tear you shed with his thumb. He had no idea you had that huge weight on top of you.

"To be honest with you, I don't think that going after your dream would mean leaving him behind." He muttered. "If he loves you like I think he does, he'll understand that letting you free to do what you want is the only thing that will make you happy."

You sighed.

You knew he wouldn't understand your reasons and you didn't expect him to understand, if you were in his shoes you wouldn't be able to either.

But before he left that island to continue his journey with his crew, you wanted him to leave with a memory of you that he would never forget.

You reached out with both your arms and slowly wrapped them around his neck, your eyes staring into his the entire time.

Luffy didn't react badly to your gesture, which you took as a sign that he could continue with what you intended to do.

Without saying anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips together, trying to imprint the sensation in your mind as you knew you would never feel it again.

A few seconds later, you pulled away to look into his face again.

From his expression, you could see that he was elated, but at the same time in disbelief that it had actually happened.

"... Did we just kissed? On the mouth?" He asked softly.

"Do you want to try again and see for yourself?" You mumbled, your hands lowering until they rested on his chest. His heart was beating so hard.

You felt one of his hands enter your hair and hold the back of your neck, pulling you and pressing his lips to yours again.

It was evident that he had never kissed anyone before you, as he seemed afraid to move his lips and actually kiss you. But you didn't mind teaching him how to do it.

You tilted your head to the side a little and slid your lips against his, encouraging him to do the same. However, he broke the kiss, looking confused at what you had done.

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a brief moment, you tried to apologize in case he felt uncomfortable, but your words were drowned out when Luffy kissed you again.

You let out a small squeak as you felt his arms wrap around your torso and roughly pulled you closer to him.

Apparently, he was a very fast learner.

You quickly melted in his arms and kissed him back, your hands went to his head and your fingers buried themselves in his curls.

Feeling his tongue poke your lips, you opened your mouth and let it in, trying to keep up with the voracious pace at which he was kissing you.

When it was summer, the nights were always very hot where you lived, so much so that if it wasn't a crime of indecent exposure, you would walk around naked.

But as incredible as it seemed, none of those summer nights could be compared to the heat that emanated from your body at that moment, it was as if you were burning with fever, but instead of getting cold, you just got even hotter.

Good thing you had gotten rid of that dress.

Your fingertips felt down his chest, until you finally found the buttons on his shirt, refusing to stop kissing him to look.

You patiently unbuttoned them one by one and stripped him of his shirt, imagining he was feeling just as hot as you were.

Your lips only separated from each other when you ran out of air, if you two took longer you might faint.

You looked at him tenderly as you caught the air that escaped your lungs. The moonlight reflected in his eyes only made them even more beautiful than they already were.

"You're so beautiful." You mumbled.

Luffy smiled, no one had ever said that to him before.

You noticed he was going to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a soft groan came out as he felt his erection being stroked through his pants.

He knew it wasn't him touching himself, it could only be you. Your heart fluttered when you saw the expression on his face when he realized what was happening. He was the cutest thing ever.

"Will you let me take a look at it?" You asked softly. "I want to make you feel good. I mean, if you want to."

You heard him swallow hard before he nodded in response, making your smile widen.

You unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper as far as it went. Your eyes widened when you realized he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock popped out.

You bit your lip as you felt your intimacy pulsate, seeming to beg to be penetrated. But it wasn't the time yet, you were still a little nervous, even more so after seeing that with that size he could break you in two when he entered you.

For some reason, that thought also turned you on even more.

"Spit in my hand." You asked, but it sounded more like an order.

"What?"

He asked confused. "Why?"

"Just do as I ask, I promise you'll like it." You insisted, bringing your hand closer to his face.

Without further questioning, Luffy spat into your hand.

In a quick gesture, you held his length in your hand. He was already so hard and you had barely started touching him.

You began to move your hand up and down on his dick at a slow pace, his saliva making it easier to slide.

You were focused like never before in your life on what you were doing, but at the same time looking at his face, not wanting to miss any expression he made while you pleasured him.

You watched as his breathing grew heavier and heavier, his bright eyes now clouded with lust closed as he moaned again. His shaking hands rested on your shoulders, looking like he would fall if he didn't grab something for support.

He had never felt anything like that in his life, it would be impossible to describe with words, but it felt so good that he didn't want it to stop.

You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips again.

"You're enjoying this, are you?" You asked hoarsely, now using both of your hands to do it. "Talk to me, baby..."

He licked his lips before opening his eyes to look at you again.

"Y-yes- oh my God, yes..." He said between breathless moans.

"Good. Just one thing." You muttered, starting to increase the speed of your strokes. "Don't swear to God. Swear to me, okay?"

Hearing him moan as he said your name seemed to stir something deep in your core. You couldn't go without being touched for another second.

You gently took one of his hands that was still resting on your shoulder and guided it between your legs.

"Touch me here." You asked, feeling his fingers enter your panties.

He obeyed and stuck his hand further inside, eliciting a satisfied moan from you when he touched a specific place and rubbed slowly.

You were soaked, it felt like you had an 'accident'. But at the same time it was pleasantly warm to touch.

"Hah, it's wet down there..." Luffy said, trying hard to keep touching you and making you feel good too.

"Yes." You said. "It's because of you."

Not long after, you felt his entire body shudder, as he began to instinctively push himself into your hands to increase the friction.

"S-something's happening..." He stuttered, you felt his fingers holds your shoulder tightly. "I- I think I'm gonna... Damnit..."

The thought of seeing him ejaculating in your hands and hearing his noises of pleasure so close to your ear was too much for you, you couldn't see anything else in front of your eyes, the growing sensation in your groin seemed to spread to every part of your body and you came on his fingers.

You had touched yourself countless times before, but it was something else when you had an orgasm while being touched by someone you were very attracted to, your body and soul seemed to align.

Your moans also ended up stimulating him even more than he already was. Grunting and growling like a wild animal, his jets of sperm gushed out and fell down on one of your arms.

"Does it taste good?" Luffy asked between heavy breaths when he saw you licking the drops of cum from your arm.

"Not a lot." You replied, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck again. "I like the taste of your mouth better."

You kissed him again. He quickly wrapped his arms around your body and kissed you back.

"It was kind of fun." He said between chuckles.

You smiled and took his hat, which had been on his back the entire time, and placed it next to you.

Despite how little time the two of you had known each other, you could see that the hat was very important to Luffy, so you weren't going to do anything to damage it.

Soon after, you placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly laying him down on the sandy ground. He allowed it without question.

"What if I told you it could get even better?" You asked.

He lifted his head a little to look at you as he spoke, resting his elbows on the ground.

"Can it really be better than that?" He asked, sounding genuinely surprised, which made you laugh.

"Yes." You replied, moving the fabric of your panties to the side and leaving your cunt exposed. You were surprised for a brief second, but smiled when you felt his cock harden again beneath you. "I-if you want..."

"I want." He quickly said, interrupting you. "I mean, do whatever you want with me."

It wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear, but you were happy all the same.

Placing your knees on the floor on either side of his body, you lifted yourself up a little, just enough so that you could align the tip of his dick with your entrance.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm your nerves so it wouldn't hurt any more than it probably would, you slowly lowered yourself down, unable to hold back a hiss of pain as you felt your walls being stretched and him going deeper inside you.

He tried not to show it, maybe because he saw that you were in pain, but you could see on his face that he was holding himself back from groaning at the sensation.

"D-does it hurt?" He asked.

"It's okay, I can handle it." You assured him, bringing your hands to his and intertwining your fingers together.

Not bothering to start slow, you began to move back and forth at a steady pace, moaning softly as you felt him throbbing inside you and reaching places you couldn't reach with your fingers.

You were so wet that he slid in and out of you with no problem.

You proudly watched his face contort in pleasure and he let out a loud moan. You didn't lie when you said it felt even better, but he started to get worried, if you continued at that pace he would cum too quickly.

"A-ah, wait, slow down, slow down, ah..." He whimpered, his mouth was open and what felt like a liter of drool was running from the corners and down his chin.

You didn't want to be mean with him, but the expression on his face and his pleading eyes looking at you did something to you, you wanted to look a little longer.

"Aw, are you close again yet?" You asked in a sweet tone of voice, not stopping violently slamming your hips against him for even a second. "If you want, ask again, maybe I'll do it?"

He looked at you with wide eyes, seeing that he didn't have much to do other than hope that you would slow down when he asked you again.

"P-please, slow- slow down a little, please. Gosh, this is too much..."

You decided to slow down your hips, just because you didn't want him to come too fast either.

"Ngh... Is this pace okay for you?" You asked, seeing him sigh in relief that you were finally going easy on him.

"Y-yes, just like that." He replied, mesmerized by how your breasts bounced as you ride him. "Shit, it feels like I'm gonna melt..."

You pulled his hands up and lifted his torso off the ground, your hands let go of his and you buried your fingers in his curls again, this time pulling his hair. His hands quickly grabbed your waist, following your movements.

"Ah! Fuck, you feel so good inside me I think I'm going crazy..." You cooed, feeling that another orgasm was approaching.

You continued to ride him as if it was the last time you would do so, drawing energy from you didn't know where after you eventually started to feel tired from all the effort you were putting in.

Until suddenly, you were startled for a brief moment when you felt one of his arms wrap around your waist and use all the strength he had to make you stop moving.

You couldn't help but be surprised. For such a thin boy he had a lot of strength in his arms.

You were about to ask Luffy why he made you stop, but all that came out of your mouth when you opened it was a loud gasp that turned into uncontrolled screams when you felt him push his hips up and fuck you relentlessly.

You didn't believe it was possible for his dick to go even deeper inside you, it was too good for you to worry about whether it would hurt any of your internal organs. You could feel his thrusts on the back of your neck.

With his free hand, he grabbed your hair and pulled, making your head bow back, while you also pulled his hair even harder.

"Holy shit, that's so- so... Nngh..." He moaned, the noise of your sweaty skin colliding together becoming even louder.

Hearing Luffy's voice become shaky again, that's when you knew he was close to his release, which put you on alert.

There was no way you could risk him cumming inside you, you were too young to be a mother.

You knew he wouldn't stop even if you asked him to and you understood perfectly, when primal desires went to someone's head there was nothing in the world that could stop them from getting what they wanted.

He probably was stronger than you, but you still had to try.

You grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding you in place. It seemed like he would never let go of you. Using all your strength, you somehow managed to wrench his arm away and stood up.

Just in time, his back rested on the floor again as he came once more, giving one last breathless moan that turned into small, low moans.

As he recovered from his orgasm, you sat on his lap again and rested your hands on his chest, this time rubbing your private parts together.

The friction was enough for you to orgasm too, your eyes rolled back and you moaned his name to the heavens as you arched your back.

Definitely neither of you would forget that moment.

You cautiously got off his lap and lay down next to him, brushing away some messy strands that accidentally fell into your face.

"Why didn't you let me finish inside of you?" He asked, which made you turn your face to look at him.

"Oh look at this ungrateful little boy." You joked, feigning indignation.

"But I liked it anyway." He laughed, slapping your arm lightly. "You did well."

"Just well?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, you were amazing." He reformulated it.

"It's gotten better. A little." You laughed.

"Okay, what can I do to make it better?" He asked.

You smiled.

"Well, the night isn't over yet." You said, hoping he understood what you meant.

"Yeah, sometimes the night is too long." He commented. "If it were up to me, it would be daytime all the time, so I wouldn't have to go to sleep..."

"I want to do it again." You said, which immediately made him shut up. "Do you think you can take it?"

"Umm, I guess so." He replied, giggling nervously.

You giggled and lay down on top of him, joining your lips in another kiss.

Going out that night and getting laid with someone you hadn't met in a day was definitely the craziest thing you'd ever done in your life.

And you didn't regret it for a second.

#opla x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #opla #opla luffy #monkey d. luffy #one piece

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secondstar-acorn · 10 months

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there is so much shame and humiliation entwined in how heaven and hell treat aziraphale (“you pathetic excuse for an angel” “the softest touch, the one who went native. do you need more big human meals, aziraphale?”) and it makes so much sense that he would internalise that (“I’m..soft”) and desperately keep trying to be better—which I think is why he tells crowley when he’s done something good/clever, because he wants to be affirmed and he knows crowley won’t insult him (“but do you really think it went well?” “absolutely”). so of course, of COURSE the metatron getting him coffee and drinking coffee is something he sees as an affirmation of him as a good, respectable angel (“I’ve ingested things in my time, you know”) when every other angel and demon has treated him terribly for it.

and when the metatron tells him he can restore crowley, aziraphale is thrilled because he assumes that crowley, like himself, feels ashamed and humiliated by his status as a fallen angel (as aziraphale was so afraid of in the job chapter); that crowley, like him, wants affirming. that he wants to be told that he is good, and he’s done well, and he’s not wrong, just misjudged. when crowley says that they’re on their own side, aziraphale hears: “we both want to be in heaven, but there are certain things we disagree with.” and what crowley says is “we’re not heavenly or hellish, we’re our own people, and we never have to follow orders again.” their exactlys are two different exactlys.

“oh we’re better than that, you’re better than that, angel, you don’t need them, I certainly don’t need them!” crowley has had thousands of years to process his heavenly trauma; to realise that what god did to him was cruel—“but to be able to even ask the question” is a longing statement which eventually turns angry as the years pass. he assumes, because they’re on their own side, that aziraphale has processed his trauma as well; that he’s also realised the institutional problems with heaven, because they don’t TALK. and when aziraphale tells him what the metatron said, of course crowley is angry. because the person he loves hasn’t figured it out. he’s still stuck in this abusive cycle, and it’s so frustrating, because “how can someone as smart as you be so stupid?” aziraphale is better than them, why can’t he see that?

and aziraphale. well, he’s been shamed and humiliated by what is ultimately his family, yes, but the metatron does the same things he does, so they can’t be all bad. and if to speak to the metatron is to speak to god, then god must approve of him too. god must forgive him, too, which means crowley can be forgiven. the other angels just don’t understand god, but now that aziraphale does, he can “make a difference.” he and crowley, as misunderstood angels. because crowley has never been a demon to aziraphale, not since job, not since edinburgh, especially not since 1941. and so for aziraphale, “nothing lasts forever” is a statement full of hope. he and crowley will be forgiven, their hiding and their arrangement forgiven, and this horrible shame he’s felt all his existence will not last forever. they’ll finally be approved, in the eyes of heaven. affirmed. just like aziraphale wants.

but for crowley. oh, for crowley. “nothing lasts forever” is crushing. they’ve spent their existence pretending not to be friends, to not care about each other, and in the past four years it’s been better. they’ve been free, and crowley couldn’t work out what was missing until nina and maggie told him. and now he’s trying to say it. he “could always rely” on aziraphale, could always trust him the way he no longer trusts god, or heaven, or hell. he can be himself with aziraphale and take off the glasses. but aziraphale said nothing lasts forever: earth, the bookshop, them. their “us”. he can’t trust aziraphale anymore. he can’t rely on him. so he puts the sunglasses on, puts his walls up again.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m offering you.” forgiveness, another chance, a life together as the angels aziraphale has always seen them as, freedom from humiliation. “I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.” trapped again, back with the god who hurled crowley down and forsook him, both of them stuck following orders.

aziraphale still doesn’t understand what crowley is trying to tell him. the nightingales, the us. so he kisses him, like humans do, because that’s got to do something. it has to mean something. “one fabulous kiss and we’re good.” aziraphale reads romance novels, he’ll know what it means. it will fix this.

but it doesn’t.

“I forgive you.” for not going to heaven, for forsaking god, for loving him but not choosing him. for staying on the side of evil once and for all—because even though crowley isn’t with hell, he’s not with heaven.

“don’t bother.” crowley doesn’t want to be forgiven. he doesn’t need god, he doesn’t need heaven, and he doesn’t need. well.

and that makes aziraphale angry, because he’s offering crowley everything he thought he wanted for as long as he’s known him, and he’s realising just now that they’re not the same, not at all, and then the metatron comes in and affirms that. “always did want to go his own way, always asking damn fool questions too.” crowley’s a fool, aziraphale. a rebel who doesn’t understand what he’s being offered. he’s just a fool. you’re not, aziraphale. you’re intelligent, a good leader. “I can’t think of a better angel.” aziraphale is finally affirmed by the highest authority, and in being affirmed, crowley is put down. aziraphale will fix things and make the world right again, and he won’t even have to think of crowley. because he’s back to what he wanted.

and crowley leaves and drives off because that’s all he’s ever done. aziraphale has betrayed him like god has, so he’s got to go his own way. he has to be on his own side, just like always. he’s back to where he started. without aziraphale, he’s lonely again. and he’ll just have to accept that.

#good omens #Neil Gaiman #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #aziraphale #crowley #star watches good omens #this uh. came outta nowhere ngl #hit me like a ton of bricks #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #anyway #help #good omens meta

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 11 months

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Random Risk E. Rat Notes before I go scrolling my dash at last

-The gang all singing together in the opening, I am kissing them on the lips

-The timing of that opening felt off though, the pacing/timing of the whole episode felt a little off.

-Dennis vaguely mentioning the noises in there, no I am not gonna blow this out of proportion and daydream overstimulation scenarios, I'm not, I'm not (that's a lie).

-Kinda dog-coded Frank again with the water, can't wait to read the essays on that.

-I find it really interesting they decided to team up Dee and Frank once again this season, though I'm too tired to formulate thoughts on why, I just... it's interesting. There's something there... something.

-Charden kicking the wall together, they're so stupid (affectionate) <3

-You can do whatever you want, the parents not around, I wonder if Mac's parents would just like dump him there so they wouldn't have to deal with him for the day and he'd end up in that timeout room a lot because he was angry, he needed a way to let out his anger... the fake gun he wanted to get with the tickets, oh guns again this season, I've got thoughts now for another post, don't mind me, very unrelated.

-I find it interesting the different levels of awareness, how they're all still stuck in the past because it's what they always knew, but on some level can understand why things had to change, especially when confronted with something they recognize as bad that say Frank still doesn't, yet they still cling to it because that's how it's been done, tradition, legacy, they don't actually want what what was there, the punishment? the guilt? even the rat boobs, but they want to cling on to it because they fear change, because if it changed, that means it was wrong, like how it changed from Frank's day, and then they have to face that their childhood memories of this one safe haven were not all roses, so they try to force the past back into the present to prove it was better then... and things go horribly wrong, because some things are better left in the past... seen through rose coloured glasses, but what happens when they do come to the surface, when they see it in new context, just like the whole show lately slowly becoming more tragic in hindsight with each passing detail. This episode reminds me of Big Mo in a way.

-Partly on that above note, for real, Charlie and Dennis sound so unenthusiastic/uninterested in those rat boobs, like an ace and a gay man looking at them just because they think they should, they think that's how it's supposed to be.

-Mac in the feelings room saying he's angry, and he feels misunderstood, unheard, just in this instance or in general, throughout? (Unheard, as he's not supposed to speak.) Misunderstood as our perception of him and his actions this season may not be as it seems. I also find it interesting he's separated from the gang again... And he still feels the need to be punished and feel shameful... maybe he thinks he doesn't deserve that relationship with Donald or Dennis, or... idk, just... much to think about. That theme of denial... needing to deny and look back to cope. To believe his parents still loved him, feeling guilty and being punished is what kids are supposed to go through and he’s not allergic to nuts and Dennis isn’t Johnny. (Also, off topic, Mac with his lil juice box, adorable.)

-Sending Dennis to the Feelings Centre immediately btw

-"I don't 100% understand what satire means." Dee, voice of Reddit today.

-In my mind, Dennis took the ear plugs :) noise sensitive dennis real to me

#iasip #text #sunny sweet 16 #s16 spoilers #iasip spoilers #it's always sunny in philadelphia #risk e rat #anmmbposts #don’t have a ton of ep thoughts because as far as watchability goes it was mid not super funny but I do have analysis thoughts #but it’s mostly stuff I’ve been saying before the season even aired

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noperopesaredope · 1 year

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The Encanto Neurodivergent Discourse: A Retrospective (Kinda)

So I was thinking back on the Encanto neurodivergent discourse that occurred after the movie came out, and I realized that there was a huge misunderstanding between the two sides that caused the main part of the discourse. So I decided to do a small retrospective type thing on this discourse, my opinions, and where each side went wrong/misunderstood the other’s argument.

So, first let’s start with the elephant in the room: Bruno. If you’ve seen some of my posts on this topic, you know where I stood/stand. Of course, my opinions have slightly altered to become more neutral (or at least softer) on this particular point, but I would still like to explain and unpack where each side went wrong here.

In my personal experience, the reason that multiple neurodivergent people believe/believed that Bruno is neurodivergent isn’t because of his superstitions, but because of multiple of his other mannerisms, as well as how it ties to one of the themes of the movie, or at least what he represents in terms of the main theme. I originally thought to myself, “oh my god, this bitch be autistic,” not when he started doing the rituals, but actually when he was first introduced and how he spoke to Mirabel. He stared at her for a few seconds before abruptly saying “bye,” and brushing past her. I (and others) have actually done this in real life, sometimes mid conversation.

His speaking mannerisms are also very familiar, with the way he rambles and how his phrases things, as well as how his sentence structures flow. And when he was explaining stuff about his visions, we realize that many of the visions mentioned in “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” were likely just regular predictions, showing that he is likely very blunt. The wedding incident, as he explained, was mainly just him not at all reading the room or knowing how to properly comfort his sister. This is common for people with things like autism, and likely other neurodivergent things that affect socializing. It’s less about the rituals, and more about the socialization style.

Now onto to talking about how OCD works and why Bruno’s rituals are seen as parts of OCD. I myself have OCD (very mild in terms of most rituals, but very intense in terms of intrusive thoughts, so highly stressful) and a good understanding of the disorder, so I believe I can add my two cents in a credible manner.

OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) is a neurological condition in which an individual will experience unwanted, excessing, persistent, recurring thoughts that will cause the person to engage in repetitive behaviors in order to diminish the amount/intensity of the thoughts.

The reason people felt that Bruno likely had OCD was not really because of the rituals themselves, but how often Bruno did them and when.

Most people would perform good luck rituals if they saw a sign that something bad was going to happen. For example, breaking a mirror is bad luck, so it would be reasonable to do something that would ward off that bad luck. You could also do such rituals if you needed extra good luck for something, like an important test. I myself do this sometimes (I’m not superstitious, but I’m also kinda superstitious), and it has nothing to do with my OCD.

But Bruno doesn’t seem to just do it when bad luck comes around, or when he needs good luck. He seems to do it a lot more excessively than most people, and it seems that he believes that there is always bad luck in the air. He seems to be doing these rituals repetitively.

And I honestly think that, because his rituals originate from his culture, it makes for better representation. You see, OCD rituals typically aren’t completely random. While things like counting tiles can be “random” rituals, the most likely way OCD will manifest is tied to the nature of some of the intrusive thoughts, as well as some of the individual’s other fears. Their rituals will then often be tied to something familiar or even something comforting. While this is not always the case, it can be. For example, say someone has OCD, and a majority of their intrusive thoughts revolve around germs. This may cause them to persistently clean their hands, and they will do this repetitively, even when they have no reasonable reason to believe that they are “contaminated.”

In Bruno’s case, his thoughts most likely seem to be that he is bad luck, causes bad luck, or bad luck is at every turn. These thoughts are likely constant and persistent, so he feels a consistent need to ward off bad luck. This is why he will perform rituals known to cause good luck and ward off bad luck, just like washing your hands will make germs go away. That’s why I think he has OCD.

It also adds to his theme in the movie, which a lot of neurodivergent people can relate to: being an outcast in the family, the one who acts strangely, the one who seems to be “embarrassing” to the family, the one that no one talks about (or they talk too much about). I have family members who can relate to this, because though we have multiple autistic folks in the extended family tree, not many in said tree seem to fully understand what it is like to be on the spectrum or generally neurodivergent. I see multiple of my family members who are like Bruno in that specific way, and it kinda made me cry.

So it makes a lot of sense why people would view him that way.

But here’s where things went wrong. First, many neurodivergent people got so excited about the prospect of having good representation, they got a bit carried away, and, from what I’ve heard, started saying that the movie was about neurodivergent representation, or they completely ignored the Colombian representation. This was obviously very irritating to many Colombians, as this movie was very significant in terms of Colombian representation, and to ignore that was insulting.

When some Colombians started telling people that these rituals were actually a part of Colombian culture, a small, yet significant miscommunication/error occurred. Some of the more (I’m assuming) neurotypical Colombians seemed to assume that those headcanoning Bruno as neurodivergent were basing it solely on his rituals. From that assumption rose a (pretty reasonable) assumption that others saw Colombian superstitions as a whole as solely an OCD ritual rather than a cultural one.

However, though these superstitions originated from Colombia (and I’m assuming other Latin American countries?), they are not unfamiliar to other countries and cultures. Even the least-Latino people I know were familiar with knocking on wood, crossing your fingers, or throwing salt over your shoulder for good luck. Many of them did it themselves. So I’m pretty sure that most people making the headcanons didn’t see the rituals as “exotic” or “strange”, but it is perfectly reasonable to assume that they did.

A lot of non-Latino and non-Colombian folks were not completely familiar with Colombian culture or some little details they added to the film, and people who aren’t familiar with certain cultures tend to do that, which is frustrating. And there were definitely quite a lot of people in the fanbase who were constantly ignoring and brushing aside the Colombian aspects of the film.

But instead of trying to clear this matter up and explain why many neurodivergent people saw Bruno’s rituals as OCD rituals, most people immediately jumped to a defensive position, and became dismissive of their concerns over how people were portraying Colombian culture and even ignoring very valid points on how people were brushing over the importance of cultural representation in the film, because whether you like it or not, I will say that the primary representation in the film was cultural.

So many Colombians ended up feeling frustrated, because instead of having a proper conversation about how to interpret this part of Bruno’s character and see why people are perceiving him that way, many Colombian voices and concerns were drowned out, ignored, or even dismissed. Some people even dismissed Colombian culture entirely, and I remember seeing a few people basically say that those rituals weren’t actually a part of Colombian culture, which is a horrible thing to do/say.

The aggressive backlash to the points on cultural representation caused a responsive backlash from particularly frustrated Colombian voices. Though the loudest voices were likely the minority, they still had a strong negative impact. The loudest and most extreme voices essentially began dismissing neurodivergent voices, and even made some very ableist comments. This particular backlash (at least in many of the circles I was in) eventually began drowning out neurodivergent voices who were more willing to explain their stance, which caused its own wave of frustration, etc.

That was the main issue with that particular discourse.

Now for Dolores, that is a whole other story. From what I could find, the main (and lowkey only?) reason that people believed Dolores is neurodivergent is because of her “hm!” that she makes throughout the movie. Some say that this is a tic, others that this is a stim. I think some of us jumped to that conclusion way too quickly. Multiple Colombians explained that that is actually a cultural thing, something that many people do quite often. And they are likely right that this is not a sign of Dolores being neurodivergent. First off, she only makes this noise during very specific moments. If you replaced the sound with “huh!” or even “oh well!”, it wouldn’t feel that out of place.

It is a response to situations, and specifically when she ends certain statements. So it is less random than a tic. She also never really uses it as a self soothing mechanism or a way to express certain emotions, which is what stims are mainly for. So we can likely rule out stimming. So it is perfectly reasonable for many Colombian folks to be frustrated about this, because it takes one trait and turns it into something else rather than a cultural element.

I think the reason some people may have jumped to the conclusion that it was a stim is because it is actually a very soothing sound that actually became a minor stim for me after I heard it. I don’t quite “copy” some people’s stims, but I may see/hear one, think it looks calming, do the thing, and then it becomes something that evolves into a stim. This is likely the reason that people thought that Dolores is neurodivergent: because they have/like that particular potential stim (or tic).

Doesn’t really make it any better though, and it is probably pretty annoying to those who know that it’s most likely not a stim or tic in Dolores’ case. Especially since some neurodivergent folks were dismissing Colombian culture in the Bruno discourse, and it gets really frustrating and annoying after a while (or even the second it happens). Having every aspect of one’s culture be labelled as something else is uncomfortable, especially when (I assume) many of the people making these headcanons were White Americans who know nothing about Colombia or even Latin America.

So that is where the neurodivergent side of the discourse were the most in the wrong.

For little things like Neurodivergent Mirabel headcanons? Eh, they seem to be more obscure and are truly just headcanons. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone try to actively prove that she or any other characters are neurodivergent, it’s more just a basic neurodivergent headcanon like any other.

I won’t even get into what went wrong with the “Lesbian Isabella” discourse (especially since I didn’t really pay attention to that one, and this post is about the neurodivergent discourse), but all I’ll say on that is that Colombian lesbians should probably be the ones to decide whether or not we should write Lesbian Isabella stuff. I personally think it can be harmless to portray a character as queer whether they are actually queer or not in canon, but for cases like Encanto, which takes place in a specific country with a specific culture, I think we should always consider what it is like to be queer in that specific country and culture. Not every queer community across the world is going to be the same, and we need to respect that. A queer Colombian will have a very different experience from a, for example, queer American.

This can honestly apply to all the discourse. The main reason I like the idea of Bruno being neurodivergent is because, as I said in a poem I wrote here on Tumblr, I have an autistic Colombian American older cousin, and her heritage affects her experience with that part of her identity. Most autistic portrayals we see in the media are from a White (and non-Hispanic) lens, and most of the time, they’re not even that good! So for a Colombian person to be seen in that way is amazing. But that type of representation is mainly for those whose intersectionality is never represented. We need to show and respect that intersectionality as much as possible, and should be careful with how we portray someone with that type of intersectional experience.

But enough on that. If you’re reading this part, thank you for reading this giant post analyzing and explaining this specific subject. I hope you enjoyed, and please add your thoughts in the replies and reblogs!

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Rewatching Change Your Mind its really baffling to me the writing choices the crew made about Volleyball this early on. So far everything we have on her suggests that she was taken from Pink because she did something that fundamentally treated her like a person in some way, or that she had cooked up some hairbrained scheme that Volleyball wound up punished for for not reining her in. There's nothing narratively in any of the flashbacks we get in Change Your Mind or Together Alone to suggest that Pink physically or psychologically hurt Volleyball, just that she got caught in the crossfire of the rest of the diamonds abusing Pink. There's nothing, that is, until Volleyball says as much in Future. In the moment I never noticed how out of left field it felt and I guess the art book, specifically the "Don't break this one" drawing, sort of masked how little of that was actually evident in the show, but on a rewatch? It's kind of disappointing how much of a misdirect it feels like. I think having the crack in her eye be Pink's doing was always the plan but with the way these flashbacks are written it honestly makes the reveal feel more like a gotcha. Like a "Oh haha, I can't believe you fell for it. Of course Pink is the one who hurt her! This isn't a shocking reveal out of left field, you misunderstood!" Especially with how the narrative treats the concept of thinking Pink couldn't have done it or even just being shocked about the fact that she did ("It looks like I'm still making excuses for her" "Is that what I've been doing?") and the narrative gotcha for expressing vs bottling up your feelings (the Pink Volleyball knew was loud and destructive and constantly expressing herself to the detriment of others, which is bad, and the Pink Pearl knew kept everything bottled up inside, which is worse, and Rose Quartz struck a pretty good balance between the two all things considered, which according to the narrative was apparently also bad. Steven, who is a child, who's had the diamond powers unlocked for what, a week? A couple weeks? Isn't allowed by the narrative to be upset by what's going on, because even though he can't control his powers, even though he doesn't know how to, his anger is upsetting Volleyball. Which, fair enough I guess, but the solution to that problem is for Steven to go into another room or something. At the very least it'd be nice if the narrative didn't act like the fact that he literally cannot control his powers, let alone how his powers affect other people emotionally, is some kind of moral failing on his part, Volleyball's trauma and Pink's decisions notwithstanding).

Like, we know that when diamonds change so do their powers. Yellow went from proofing gems in an instant to being able to alter the forms of cracked or corrupted gems, even if their gems weren't complete. Blue went from being able to force any gem into not just tears but straight up sorrow, to being able to spread joy to others. White went from imposing her being onto others to the inverse, letting others possess her. Which. Interesting narrative choice, but it's not really a stretch to think that after what happened to Volleyball, Pink's powers changed because she changed. That she went from being able to destroy physical structures and gems alike to being able to heal them (fascinating narrative choice to have your healer character's powers be tear activated but then narratively treat her like a crybaby by the way). For the rest of the diamonds this power change is framed as an objectively good thing, a sign that they're growing and changing for the better. But for Rose, for some fucking reason, that's not good enough and she's still framed by the narrative as being awful after she changed. She's the only character besides Bluebird the show can't seem to forgive and God, does it feel like they just keep tacking on reasons for that when things come out of left field like this. With Bismuth, yeah okay. We know from the start that there's a bubbled gem in lion's mane. We know that something isn't right when Bismuth is unbubbled and seems. Nice. Chill. When Pearl says Rose lost track of her at that battle. Spinel shows up completely out of nowhere, without so much as a mention of Pink ever having a garden before (which, didn't the diamonds hate organic life before? Why give pink a garden full of it?) And now this with Volleyball, where it may not have been their intent but it certainly feels like the crew were just lying to us about what Pink was like when she was with Volleyball. The horse has been dead for years at this point, we get it. You don't want us to like Rose Quartz.

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I didn't dare write this until the day was about to end because you know what it's like throughout our history on this date.

I mean, bad luck is kinda one of our features, right? "Moe point", we called it? 业障君 is the half-affectionate-half-derogatory name we forced on Fionn before lowkey blaming him for all that bad luck, even though he hadn't done anything?

And usually, around this date, dreadful things just happened. To be fair, they happened on every other day, and quite frequently too growing up, but when it happened on this date... older versions of us just felt personal. Stuff kept being thrown and broken, and people shouted at each other, and then eventually it ended with you. Remember what they shouted at you? I remember all of these as semantic memory, but Fionn remembers them as episodic memory. Of course! We made him tank every dreadful thing. He's the only one kind enough.

Even this year, something still broke, haha! But this time, it was by me! My rubber-gloved hands slipped while doing the dishes, I broke the glass bowl while trying to rescue it, and ke-raaack! I accidentally crunched it. The combined force of its falling momentum and my poor muscle control did it! And then the shard stabbed through my palm. If you look at the left one and find a gash under the longer, older, also-by-glass scar, oops! That'd be me! September 2023 Lyndis! Not to worry. As always, we healed very quickly. The wound closed in minutes, but the ruptured capillaries needed a bit more time. Nonetheless, it didn't hurt during the shower! That's the best cause' you know how sensitive we are to pain! Fionn is the best at weathering through that, though.

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I know why we're kinda afraid of this date. It feels right for everyone else to celebrate theirs because it always feels like everyone else deserves to be here. I don't think I do, though. It's not like I have managed to shore up concrete proof of my contributions and achievements to counter my "but do I reaaaaally deserve to be here" argument. 'Cause I haven't done anything! No. I'm not closer to being a scientist or researcher, even though the past version of us discovered that this is what we actually would love to be. Let alone the whole education reformation plan; the one our sleepy-ass country needs. Or even the "become Prime Minister" plan to spite everyone who said you can't be an ethical civil servant. Nah, I have to report that we're no closer to any of those.

... Are you?

It's fine if you're not. Causal determinism, remember? There are many factors beyond our control--more than just luck. We do not have free will. We cannot manifest destiny. So it's okay. Unless you're someone completely different, I'll assume you're like most of us--even if you didn't make it, it's not for a lack of trying.

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Oh! Nothing happened today. It's indistinguishable from other days. Isn't that great?! I had to work overtime a bit to reach the weekly quota though, because I'm going to that archery range tomorrow with Lyishere. I bet she's still our best friend by your time. I bet she still isn't gonna try shooting by your time, too, because she said she rather focus on her legs or something. Pfft. Muay Thai.

Oh! There are reasons why we had to work overtime, heh heh! I wrote a long essay on Tuesday about silver-white-haired characters and stuff (yes, it's related to To Your Eternity in the end. Oh man, you must have known the ending already, right?! Did any of my hypotheses get falsified or confirmed? Oh, what about the ones made by my immediate predecessors?! What about Fionn's?!). Then, today, I wrote ANOTHER essay on YouTube, even though unlike 2019 and 2020 Lyndis, I rarely comment on things and usually just read them. But can you blame me? I think people have misunderstood one of Jujutsu Kaisen's themes! And that extended to misunderstanding Gojo too. I'm gonna copy the essay here as a record one of these days.

Anyway, I think it's very Lyndis to do this. I oddly adore how I wasted my time rambling instead of slaving away on a trashy-fuck project with zero literary merits, even though the latter gives me money. It's fitting of Lyndis as a person to compulsively analyze things and connect them to other things Lyndis has collected. It's probably one of the qualities all of us mains, past and present, share without fault. It's a pretty consistent trait of Lyndis.

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It's hard to feel like I deserve to have a date like this. I feel like a ghost a lot of times, like the rest of Them, even though I'm the one with the body. Ghosts don't celebrate this; they failed the first quality, which is to be consistently alive till every anniversary. Overall, it can feel like we haven't earned the right to celebrate it even after 27 years, now 28. If we have, why do I consistently feel see-through, right? Why does it feel like I'm still not out here, with everyone else, and still trapped somewhere inside a 360-degree touchscreen depicting the outside world?

Or maybe! This is just how our brain feels. It's the one trapped in a black box being fed information and doling out information, even including embodied sensations and consciousness. Haha, how fun!

...But you know, even if we were ghosts, there's something quite indisputable: I know I'm alive because I'm embedded in a long, long chain of casual deterministic process that had begun since time. Whatever I do, no matter how insignificant and trivial, creates effects. And whenever I'm experiencing an effect, or am acting as an effect, or being the effect--it is caused. When I breathe in, I can sense it. When I breathe out, I can sense that too. And the effects of these actions are both immediate and ever-propagating. When I lift my finger it's because something made me want to lift it--my brain, physical objects, a thought, an aversion to it being clamped within the crack of the door.

I don't exist outside this deterministic world. I don't have free will; everything I do is caused, and everything I do will cause effects. Do you know what that means?

It means I'm not a ghost at all! Because even a meager breath of mine adds more carbon dioxide and water vapor and takes away more oxygen from the air. Ghosts can't do that. They cannot affect. They cannot be caused, either.

Which means regardless of how I feel, I'm definitely real. Like these physical beings who deserve to be here. And if I'm here, then everyone else is also here, because they are part of me. It's our date, see?

So... well, it sounds really weird saying it, but... happy birthday to you!

And everyone else!

Happy birthday to you, Fionn. Let's be together for more years to come.

---version September 14, 2023

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Just My Type: A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Another case of “I’ve had this blog for almost four years and I haven’t written an imagine based on a song by one of my favourite bands.” This time it’s by The Vamps! Hope this is okay for you lovelies, and enjoy x

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Just My Type

M-m-m-m-m-my... more than meets the eye To tell the truth would be a lie I saw her out on Friday night, misunderstood

It was so easy to lose oneself in a kiss, to focus solely on the movement of the person whose lips are against yours, two pieces of a jigsaw finally meeting.

For Klaus, it was easy to lose himself in the kiss that Y/N gave him, the fabric of her shirt moving under his hand as he trailed it up her body, the way her fingers danced across his jaw line, before sliding into his hair, tugging on his curls, letting him forget the world for just a moment.

It wasn’t his first kiss, nor would it be his last. But there was something about her, about the electricity that sparked through his veins, the flames on his skin spreading to his heart, that had him seeing things differently.

To so many, she was nothing more than a pretty face. To him, she was so much more than that, his secret weapon that he knew would be turned on him eventually, that would destroy him just like he knew he would destroy her.

And yet, he couldn’t run from her, couldn’t bear to let her go. He was waiting for the moment that would inevitably come, the moment when he would snuff out her light forever, the moment that would do the same to him.

He parted from her, and studied her beauty as she looked at him, breathless.

She's falling for a guy That cigarette, it needs a light Pluck up the courage and invite her nowhere good

Y/N made to kiss him again, playing absentmindedly with his hair. Klaus stepped back, missing the contact as he lost her touch, whispering maybe later as a promise that he knew he would keep. He felt as if he were a fire dwindling out, needing her touch to relight every part of him.

He would have to wait, knowing that there were more important things at hand. Although, how anything could be more important than Y/N, he still didn’t understand.

He grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his mouth and brushing his lips against her knuckles. She smiled at him, and it was at that moment Klaus was reminded that she loved him. He hated himself for that, hated that he had let her fall for him, a man that was no good for her.

He hated that she had made him weak, knowing that he would never survive if she left him now. He remembered that night when he had first met her, feeling nervous for the first time, telling himself over and over that it would be nothing but a single night of passion, wanting it to be so much more.

A year on, it was more than his promise to himself, but he had still dragged her into a world full of darkness. Y/N was his only light, but he knew that one day she would fade.

The best thing to do would be to end it before it was too late, something he thought in his saddest moments.

'Cause I need this more than just a one night stand Need that honey when she hold my hand Times like this they call for true romance But she's not ready for that

Klaus made the attempt to push down his thoughts of Y/N, the scenes that plagued him every time he allowed himself to think in such a way. Being in love was a double-edged sword: to want to free her, to save her, but to want her to stay with him, was a battle only he could end.

He knew what she thought of it all, could still feel her lips against his after she spoke words of staying by his side, of loving him no matter what.

But still he doubted that he would be able to protect her, feared that he was the difference between bad boys and bad guys, one she hadn’t figured out yet.

He pushed down those deadly thoughts, wanting nothing more than to intertwine his fingers with hers and take her home. But she was his secret weapon, and tonight, she was needed. The face of Klaus Mikaelson the monster resurfaced as they located their target, the young gentleman who had been bothering her friends.

Klaus sat, arms folded, as he watched Y/N approach the waste of space that viewed women as nothing more than objects, but not before she threw one last smile his way. He smiled back, knowing he had taught her well but knowing there were things she wasn’t ready for yet.

He wasn’t sure he ever wanted her to be ready for such bloodshed.

She lets me down Then gets me high Oh I don't know why She's just my type

Klaus didn’t let himself get jealous, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew it didn’t mean anything, knew that the sight of Y/N touching that man’s chest was just that, even if the man in question thought it meant he was getting lucky.

Klaus could hear Y/N’s words, the offer of taking him back to her place sounding appealing. Of course, the man would accept. Klaus had been there, ensnared by such a woman multiple times, captivated by Y/N standing in the doorway of his bedroom, a suggestive smirk on her face.

It was remarkable what she could do to him, how a single look in her eyes could have him forgetting his doubts. In those moments, she was a predator like him, invincible, and it was only then he felt himself transforming into prey, except, as he rid himself of his clothes, he was happy to go to his death.

But then there would be that moment after, when her bare form was curled up next to him, when he would be reminded of just how delicate she was, how applying the right amount of strength could have him snapping her neck, ending her existence.

How others could do so just to get to him.

It was so like him, to fall for innocents like her, but he didn’t let himself think that she winked at him, walking out of the bar with her arm linked through that of the young gentleman.

She's bad advice I don't think twice Oh I don't know why She's what I like

Klaus could see Y/N at the end of the alleyway, could see the man she was with pressed against the wall. She really looked like a demon, he thought, a devil in disguise, so different from the woman she was in those moments when she kissed him, letting him drown his sins in the taste of her.

He had done this to her, made her into this woman with a crueler nature than most. The twisted part of his soul was proud, the other not so much. But still he didn’t think twice about encouraging her, wanting to give her just what she wanted every day of his life.

She wanted this man dead, and so Klaus would oblige. He walked towards her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He kissed her temple, and told her to move out of the way, the man in question clearly confused.

He wasn’t much longer, instead screaming as Klaus buried his teeth in his neck. The hybrid was conscious of Y/N watching, and that part of him that loved what she had become made his heart beat a little bit faster.

She wasn’t afraid of him, like all the others. She loved him for him, and maybe that was why he couldn’t bear to have her leave him.

She was all that he had been looking for.

But I, I, I love it I, I, I love it Love the way she plays with my head

For all his doubts, for all his fears, Klaus knew deep down that Y/N was made for him. She was his partner in crime, his soulmate, his missing piece. She made him feel loved, made him feel whole, reassured him when he fell into the solemnity that came with being him.

And that night, as he told her that he didn’t deserve her, told her that she would only end up getting hurt if she stayed, she did so again. She took his face in her hands, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. She told him that she loved him, that there would never be anyone else for her.

Just like there would never be anyone else for him.

Klaus guessed that part of being in love was conflict, a war zone that he would have to cross every day. Thoughts of Y/N, contrasting images of her so vibrant and laughing, and her lying dead at his feet, played with his head continuously, and as much as he hated those darker scenes, he knew it only meant one thing.

That he loved her.

She was his always, his forever, and he would make sure that she remained so. He let her kiss him again, forgetting all his worries for a moment, focusing only on her.

She lets me down Then gets me high Oh I don't know why She's just my type

It was so easy to lose oneself in a kiss, to focus solely on the movement of the person whose lips are against yours, two pieces of a jigsaw finally meeting.

For Klaus, it was easy to lose himself in the kiss that Y/N gave him, the feel of her skin under his hand as he trailed it up her body, the way her fingers danced across his jaw line, before sliding into his hair, tugging on his curls, letting him forget the world for just a moment.

To so many, she was nothing more than a pretty face. To him, she was so much more than that, his secret weapon that he knew would protect him at any cost, just as he would protect her, holding onto her for the rest of his days.

He couldn’t run from her, couldn’t bear to let her go. He was waiting for the moment that would inevitably come, the moment when he would solidify their bond forever, the perfect evening when he could ask the perfect question, her answer making his heart swell instead of break.

He parted from her, and studied her beauty as she looked at him, breathless.

Y/N, the woman Klaus loved.

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Longing (part 2)

Warnings: angst, Ellie is very mean in this one, self doubt, reader feeling worthless

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader, mentions of Dina x reader

A couple of weeks went by since the dance and you started to warm up a little to Ellie, you were still your usual self just a bit nicer. Ellie enjoyed this side of you, she thought about Jesse’s words, maybe there was a chance that you actually liked her at least Ellie hoped you did.

The weather got significantly colder. Ellie and Jesse were currently riding on their horses, through the snow. She noticed he was a little closed off today, not talking much, he seemed sad.

Once they got to the cabin they planned on taking a break in, they got off their horses and walked inside. Jesse checked if the place was safe. Making sure no one got inside.

Ellie sat down on the couch watching him curiously, trying to read him. She wondered if it had something to do with Dina, those two did have the tendency to break up only to get together again a few weeks later.

Jesse could feel Ellie’s eyes on him, sighing he sat down next to her.

“Dina broke up with me last week.” He said, looking down at his hands. Ellie wasn’t surprised at this.

“And you’ll get together again.” Ellie laughed. “You guys break up all the time, I give you guys two weeks until you’re back together.” She said patting his shoulder.

Jesse started shaking his head at that. “Yeah I don’t think so, she’s been spending time with (y/n) lately.”

“So? They’re best friends.” Ellie said, looking at him, confused as to why it was a problem that you and Dina were hanging out.

“Best friends who used to date.” Jesse said.

“Wait what? (Y/n) and Dina? I- wh- how?” Now she was even more confused, when did that happen? She never heard about that. Already feeling jealous without knowing the details.

“That was a long time ago. I mean they weren’t official or anything but yeah they were kinda dating I guess but that was before you came to Jackson.” Jesse said.

“And now you’re worried about (y/n) taking Dina away from you?” She hated to ask him this.

“We aren’t together anymore so she wouldn’t be taking her from me but I saw them together yesterday and she was hugging Dina and it looked like they kissed too.” That hurt. Ellie always dreaded the day you would meet someone and fall in love but why did it have to be Dina. Of course it had to be her, Dina was gorgeous and you’ve known each other forever. Of course you would choose her.

Ellie felt dumb, how could she ever consider that you could feel something for her, hating herself for believing Jesse when he told her that you probably had feelings for her, a few weeks ago. Clearly you didn’t and you were just waiting for the right moment to swoop Dina away. She hated you for making her feel this way, not that you were aware of her feelings but still. She was angry at you, why have you been this nice to her the past few weeks? She was hoping your change of behavior towards her was a sign that you liked her, she was so happy but now she was mad and angry.

“I’m sorry Ellie, I know you like her.” Jesse said getting up he walked towards the small window in the kitchen area, looking out.

Ellie looked down, thinking about this whole situation. She dreaded the next day already. You were paired for patrol together and at first she was excited for a whole day alone with you but now she was anything but excited.

The next day you were waiting for Ellie, standing outside in the cold by your horse, you were trying to warm your hands by rubbing them together. Finally seeing Ellie coming your way, you got on your horse waiting. She came up beside you with her own horse.

“Hey Williams.” You gave her a small smile.

“Hi.” She gave you a curd nod, looking away quickly.

Finding it a bit weird, she’d usually give you at least three sarcastic comments before you even got the chance to say anything. You tried to not think into it too much. She was probably just tired, it was pretty early.

After about an hour of patrolling, you heard the dreading noise of clicking behind one of the buildings you were riding by. You and Ellie gave each other a look, staying quiet you both got off your horses.

Quietly you walked towards the sound with Ellie right behind you, motioning her to stay quiet you counted the infected, there were about six of them. You could easily handle them.

“There’s six of them.” You whispered, looking back at her. “You take the ones on the side I’ll take the ones in the middle.” you ordered.

“Alright.” She gave you a nod before tip toeing closer to them to get a better shot. Not looking where she was going she accidentally kicked a glass bottle away, the sound alerting the clickers. “Ugh fuck.” Ellie grumbled, annoyed at herself.

Getting both of your guns out of your thigh holsters, you quickly shot two of the clickers that came too close to her, grabbing her arm you ran back trying to keep distance from those ugly things. Ellie shot one clicker with her rifle. Leaving three now, she put a few bullets into the other two, leaving the last one for you, she gave you a cocky smirk. Rolling your eyes at her you kept eye contact, shooting the last one without looking at it. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes making you smile.

“Nothing better than killing some infected in the morning.” Ellie snorted at that.

“Yeah right.”

Starting to walk back to your horses you rounded the corner of the building only to have a single runner attack you, catching you off guard. You fell down with it on top of you trying to keep it from biting you.

“(Y/n)!” Ellie screamed running towards you kicking the runner off you, shooting it a few times. “Oh my god, are you okay?!” She grabbed your hands pulling you up. Putting her hands on your face she studied you.

“I- yeah it didn’t get me.” Looking back at her, you noticed the worried look on her face.

“I’m fine Ellie, I’ve had worse, it just caught me off guard.” You reassured her.

“Alright let’s keep moving.” She said, taking her hands off your face, avoiding looking at you.

She got back to her horse, with you right behind her.

After a few hours you decided it was time for a break. You went into one of the safe houses, Ellie wrote your names into the journal.

Getting your backpack off, you sat down on the chair by the table, putting your head in your hands you sighed.

Ellie sat down opposite of you. “You okay?.”

Looking up at her you studied her face for a second “yeah just a little tired, didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh why’s that?”

“I stayed at Dina’s place.” Right. She didn’t even want to think about what you were doing. Ellie felt herself getting angry again, she decided to change the topic real quick before she’d say something she’d regret later on.

The rest of the patrol went by smoothly and you just got back to Jackson, both bringing your horses back to the stables.

“So what are you doing today?” You asked Ellie, walking out once you gave your horses off to the stable workers.

“Not much you?” Hoping your answer wasn’t going to be Dina related.

“Dinas coming over.” Of course.

Now she was really annoyed, she huffed rolling her eyes. You noticed that, confused about her reaction “is something wrong?” You asked.

“Nope everything is perfect.”

“Stop lying, I noticed the annoyed look on your face back at the house already when I mentioned Dina.”

Ellie stopped walking, looking at you.

“Jesse told me about you guys.”

Confused, you didn’t know what she was talking about.

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

She let out a laugh.

“He saw you and Dina kissing.” She said aggressively.

“I- what?!” Why did Jesse say that, you did not kiss her. He must’ve misunderstood something.

“I didn’t kiss Dina.”

“Yeah right, you think I believe you over Jesse?”

“What has gotten into you? Even if I did kiss her what’s it to you?” You were getting angry now, you were accused of something you didn’t do and even if you did why did she treat you like you did something horrible.

“Jesse is my best friend and he’s hurt cause Dina broke up with him probably because of you.” She started walking away.

“Oh my god, this is ridiculous.” This made her turn around looking at you.

“No you are ridiculous no wait- actually you’re a home wrecker that’s what you are. You were just waiting for them to break up didn’t you? Right when Jesse is out of the picture you go and swoop Dina away not even giving them a chance to figure things out.” She said angrily, this really wasn’t her. You have never seen her like that.

You couldn’t believe her, she didn’t even give you a chance to talk. Shaking your head you turned to leave not wanting to hear any of the crap she was throwing at you. Clearly she was in a bad mood and she decided to take it out on you.

“You’re just a distraction you know that right?!” Stopping at her words you turned around, even though there was nothing going on between you and Dina you still wanted to hear what she had to say to you, wanting to know what the girl thought of you.

“You’re a distraction and a replacement for Jesse just like you’re the replacement for me with Joel. Do you really think Dina would want you? Or that Joel had some sort of fatherly feelings for you? I was gone so he filled in the gap with you.” She threw these words at you without even considering the damage they would cause.

You looked at her with a hurt expression. Already feeling the sadness coming back up. But Ellie was far from done.

“No one wants you (y/n), no one fucking wants you and no one needs you. Do you really think that anyone would choose you if they could have anyone else but you?!” Ellie told herself to stop but she couldn’t, she was so angry at you even though you did nothing wrong. How could she tell you that no one wanted you when she was the one who wanted you the most.

You stood there taken aback by her. No one has ever hurt you like that just with words, not even your own father and you always thought he was horrible. No. This side of Ellie was horrible. What have you done to her to deserve this? You could feel your bottom lip trembling and your eyes were filled with tears, blinking them away.

“You-.” Not letting her hurt you more you interrupted her.

“Shut. Up. Literally shut up. You have no idea what you’re talking about. I never kissed Dina there’s nothing going on between her and I. Even if I had feelings for her, which I don’t. I would never act on them, Jesse is my friend I would never get between them and hurt him. I’m not looking to replace anyone. Like you just said no one wants me so how I could I replace anyone in the first place?” You said, angrily wiping your tears away.

“How could you accuse Joel of replacing you with me when you were the one who abandoned him? You were like a daughter to him and you left him for whatever stupid reason you had. This man would’ve done anything for you and you just pushed him away from you. Do you really think anyone could replace you? Let alone me? Be a little bit more grateful for the people that care about you and start appreciating them before they get taken away from you and stop focusing on unimportant things Williams.” Not giving her a chance at saying anything you glanced at her one last time before walking away, leaving her standing there alone. Feeling the tears streaming down your face, you rushed home. Ellie really hurt you. You two have never been on good terms but she has never said anything this hurtful towards you, especially not like that.

Ellie watched you leave. Realizing all the things she just said to you, she ran a hand down her face sighing “fuck.” She wiped a single tear away. Regretting all the bullshit she just threw at you she knew she fucked up, real bad.

Once you got home, you shut the door, leaning against it you were breathing heavily, sliding down you started crying even harder.

Replaying Ellie’s words in your head, you were reminded of your father. How he always made it clear that you were unwanted, you were nothing but a burden to him, he left you damaged but having Joel and Dina helped you. They made you feel like you were important, like you deserved to be loved but Ellie just crushed all of that. She made you doubt yourself again, leaving you feeling worthless.

You know that if it was anyone else telling you this you’d tell them to go screw themselves but Ellie had a different effect on you, having her hurt you like this hurt you more than you wanted to admit. You didn’t expect this day to turn out this way. Thinking back to how excited you were in the morning to actually spend some time alone with Ellie you almost started laughing, knowing how Ellie actually felt about you hurt bad.

You could never look at her the same again, she made her hatred towards you pretty clear today. You two have never been close but you felt like it was getting a little better lately. How wrong you were. Where would you go from here?

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #tlou ellie #tlou

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xxxsoukokuxxx · 3 years

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I want to hurt myself so- can I request for an angst scenario where Dazai finally opens up about his feelings with someone after a long time (bcz y'know) and they end up taking up advantage of it or using it??? If you want to add on something (not necessary) for Y/N's personality then I would say they're kind of like Nanno??? They give karma to people who have done bad deeds in the past. Thank you!! Sorry if it's too much, I just get excited

Character: Dazai x reader

Warnings: Depressing themes; mentions of self-harm; break-up; spelling errors/grammar errors

Notes: Hi there! Hope you're doing well. So sorry about making you wait so long, I've just been really busy, I hope you understand. Thank you for your patience. Okay, so I didn't know who "Nanno" was so I searched it up and it says something about her being the human embodiment of karma or something? I'll try to write something close to that

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The Only Constant is Heartache and Emptiness

A lot of things change. People say that change is the only constant thing to exist in this world. But others may think differently and perhaps they're not far off from the truth. It's just that more often than not, it is them who are the ones who are the most misunderstood in this world.

Along with change being constant, there is also heartache and sorrow, insanity and hurt, sorrow and deep trenches of darkness. Quite frankly, Dazai thinks the same, and that true happiness would never last, and in happiness's place lies all these things mentioned.

But what if, somehow someone who coincidentally walked into his life and managed to change his perspective. What if you managed to make him see a glimmer of hope shining in the distance of the darkness he resides in? What if you were that glimmer of hope?

He doesn't know yet that he'd kick himself later for believing so.

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You both by now were best friends, inseparable. Lying under the stars together was the usual, just like how you both were tonight. Conversation filled with laughter and curiosity about the bright orbs above went back and forth between Dazai and you.

A meaningful silence now filled the air as you lay side by side on the rooftop. The brunette turned his head to the side to look at you. You were so...ah how could he express what he felt? Mesmerizing? Beautiful? ...Warm?

Perhaps it was all of those things. He felt strange, you made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Sure it felt strange but he wasn't complaining. You realized he was looking at you and so you turned your head to meet his gaze. He smiled, genuinely.

Maybe, finally he'd be able to express to you the more...warmer side of his heart to you. All this time you've been his confidant as he expressed to you the dark and icy cold parts of his mind, the things that would drive him insane, he let you see the scars caused by himself and violence inflicted upon him by others. And you were there to hold him, to relieve him and let him have a taste of what true happiness is.

Whenever he expressed the warmer side of him, the softer more vulnerable one, it'd be genuine. He feels some confidence surge through him now.

Expressions and words of genuine love poured out from his heart through his lips. Oh how he'd think of himself a fool for ever letting himself be this vulnerable. You felt no sense of remorse for what you were doing to this man. You "accepted" his love tonight and honestly you've never seen him this genuinely happy.

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He promised to love you like he'd lose you. And he did. He kept his promise and lost you too. Not in the way he thought however.

He had proved to you so many times that his love for you isn't fake. Dazai doesn't know how to express that warm and happy feeling in his chest bubbling to his throat. Honestly it was bliss. But perhaps he should have reminded himself that if he ever gets too happy, that happiness would soon be lost and everything will become nothing but shattered pieces of glass that he could cut himself on.

You came into his life in the form of karma. You were really going to break him, just as he did to those of his past. How could you hurt him? How could you hurt him after he got a taste of true happiness? How heartless you are.

Trust...yes. That's what it is. He trusts you. Why not use that against him?

Tonight it was just you and Dazai sitting lazily on the couch just enjoying the other's company. Or well at least he enjoyed yours. Perhaps now was the moment to strike, you had been lying patiently watching your prey and now it's time to make your move.

"I'm sorry." you muttered, emptiness visible in your eyes looking straight ahead of you at whatever was on tv.

His eyes widened, he was confused. He quirked up an eyebrow as he turned to look at you. "...sorry for what?" You glanced at him from the side of your eye, "Don't get offended but...I'm gonna be frank. I lied to you, I never really loved you." His brows furrowed and then...his expression became neutral and unreadable.

"You...you lied?..." he got no response for a few seconds. A dark shadow formed over his facial features, covering his eyes. "We just go our separate ways I guess..." you said as you stood up. He lifted his head, following your movement with his eyes. His heart sank.

"Why? Why'd you give me taste of what love really is and then leave me hanging? Why'd you make me trust again?...Why did you make me feel as if I had someone there for me!? ...why abandon me..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he spoke, the last phrase he spoke was only a mutter.

"Why?" you mocked. "Perhaps you deserve it. You actually thought you deserved to be loved and be happy?" you slyly smirked looking at him. He didn't know what to do. Half of him believed everything you said while the other thought you were lying and that there was a whole other reason behind you saying this. Did you truly not love him? If not then what was all that you showed and gave him these past few months?

While thinking all this he didn't even realize you had walked out the door, he only heard it closing behind you. He was left there confused, empty and bereft. All that could be heard was the background noise of the tv. He couldn't even hear himself breathing. The brunette just sat there with his head hung low with an unreadable expression still on his face.

He feels so foolish. How could he have been so vulnerable? He felt so betrayed by both you and himself. How did he let himself again? How did you manage to break down his walls. And here he was proving that his love was genuine while yours wasn't.

All he had for company now was the emptiness surrounding him and making it's way inside him. His heart which started beating again when he met you has now stopped or at least he can't feel it.

"Why? Why'd you give me taste of what love really is and then leave me hanging? Why'd you make me trust again?...Why did you make me feel as if I had someone there for me!? ...why abandon me..."

"Why? Perhaps you deserve it. You actually thought you deserved to be loved and be happy?"

He didn't deserve it did he? He didn't deserve to be happy...to be loved. A soft defeated chuckle left his throat. Dazai sunk back into the couch. "It's always me that pays the cost...I should never trust so easily." he said underneath his breath. "You lied to me, then left with my heart around your chest..." he smiled and got up.

The brunette grabbed the bottle of sake from the table and left the living room. How foolish he had been...and how cruel you were.

#requests #kiyokoxd #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #angst #bsd angst #dazai x reader angst #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #scenario #ugh this is so bad #i tried tho #i am in this and i don't like it

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Whumptober No. 5

betrayal / misunderstanding / broken nose

(Hockey AU)

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He’d always thought the night Jay took the picture would be the worst of it.

Buck’s hands were clutching the rails of Jay’s iron headboard, where Jay had wanted them, where Jay had placed them after stripping Buck of his clothes, saying “Don’t let go.” His slow, sexy, predatory smile was the last thing Buck saw before the silky black blindfold was tied in place. Jay was gone after that, climbing off the bed, telling Buck how good he looked and what he thought he might do and Buck had arched into the words until he was begging to be touched.

“Be patient,” Jay had purred, appeasing Buck with a single finger drawn shiveringly down his thigh. Buck could feel that he’d climbed back onto the bed, but Jay was too far away and he wasn’t teasing; he just wasn’t there. Stretching out longer on the mattress, trying to find him, he’d said, “What’s going on up there?”

Then the flash went off, the bright light cutting through the thin fabric of the blindfold. Jay swore, “Shit. Fuck,” and when Buck let go of the bed with one hand (one hand because maybe he misunderstood, maybe it was fine, maybe he’d laugh and put his hand back and they’d-)to push the tie away, he’d seen Jay, crouched above him with his phone in his hand.

If he’d asked, Buck might even have agreed. He liked posing. He liked having his body appreciated. But Jay’s expression was the alarm of being caught red-handed and Buck knew, knew with a sinking feeling of dread and betrayal, that Jay wasn’t just taking a memento to savor later. He was taking a picture of Rangers center Evan Buckley, naked, smirking, and vulnerable, to use exactly the way those kinds of pictures get used.

Buck forced Jay to delete the photo, made him prove that he’d done it, and then had somehow managed to get himself dressed and down to the street to get a ride without throwing up. His face burned the whole drive home and for half of the night.

And that was the worst of it until five years later. In a new city. When Buck was finally playing the way he’d always known he could. When he was finally earning the respect of his team and the hockey world at large. When he started thinking he might stay. That was when the anonymously authored post was retweeted and reblogged and shared and gleefully discussed on all corners of the hockey internet.

MY WILD NIGHT WITH AN NHL ALL STAR

The Good, the Bad, and the Kinky

His agent’s was the first text he saw when he got done with practice: “Do NOT respond yet. Call me first.”

It had taken another couple messages before Buck realized what he wasn’t supposed to respond to and in the meantime, the texts kept rolling in. Half of them from numbers he didn’t even have saved in his contacts.

“Dude, is that shit true?”

“Are you okay?”

“Do you know who it is?”

“You dog 😜”

“You never told me you were into that 👀”

“Ignore it, Buck.”

“We’re all with you.”

“Fuck that guy.”

“Hey if you need something to take your mind off of it💋💋💋”

“Evan, Mike from the Tribune. If you want to set the record straight, please give me a call.”

From the looks on the faces of his teammates as they tried to pretend they weren’t stealing glances at him, they were getting messages of their own. Hen was the first one to start to approach him with a look of concern, but Buck avoided her, grabbing his bag and sneaking out the door without bothering to hit the stationary bike like usual.

“What the hell did you do to piss this guy off?” Geoff said as soon as he answered Buck’s call. “More importantly, what else does he have on you?”

“Nothing!” Buck answered, nearly merging directly into another car as his hands shook on the steering wheel. “What do I do? How do I fix this?”

“I don’t know, Buckley. None of my other clients get up to shit like this. You need to get yourself a publicist. I’m going to get in touch with Grant and make sure they’re not already shopping you.”

His agent hung up and Buck’s phone continued to buzz and chime all the way back to his apartment.

There were cameras outside which there almost never were. Mostly only hockey fans cared about pictures of hockey players and the press was limited to the arena and their official events. Maybe one or two regular guys who Buck knew by name. It was just his luck that he lived in LA where there were almost more cameras than there were disasters to photograph.

“Buck! Do you know who the author is?”

“Have your teammates seen the post?”

“Are you worried about other former partners coming out with similar stories?”

Buck pushed past them, but the questions followed him inside. His phone didn’t stop. His mentions were a nightmare on every platform. He shut Twitter as soon as he opened it and saw his name in the trending topics. The statements put out by the Kings and Buck’s agent condemning the piece and the interest in it were drowned out by outlet after outlet picking up the post and sharing it out wider and wider.

Can you guess this NHL player by his sexcapades? (Hint: It’s exactly who you think)

Hockey players used to be the humble, hard working gentleman of sports. What happened?

Should the Kings trade Evan Buckley? Can they?

Nash should make Buckley sit for embarrassing the team like this.

Aw, man, don’t do that. Sitting’s a little tough for Buckley right now

🤣

And I thought it couldn’t get worse than the time he fucked that mascot in Carolina

{This post may contain explicit content}

😵‍💫

🤮

Excuse you, Gritty has standards

[98 more posts]

Whether from a latent masochistic streak or just because he didn’t want to look away and find that the story had gotten bigger while he was gone, Buck couldn’t stop refreshing the pages. He read Jay’s words over and over again as his stomach roiled. If it had all been lies, Buck wouldn’t have spent the morning pressed into the corner of his couch, hoodie pulled up over his head like armor. If it had all been lies, he could have made a fiery statement, condemning the mystery author and condemning everyone who thought they had a right to consume and critique another person’s sex life.

There were some lies, of course, but it was true enough that Buck’s heart clenched with it. True enough that he could remember how he felt when it was happening, during the three times they’d been together before the photo. Soft and desired and joyful. There was a part of him that was still exposed to Jay, that always would be, this man with the sharp wit and the sharp smile who got Buck bare, begging and biddable all to make him a joke. As he read the smug asides in the unforgiving narrative, he could hear Jay’s voice in his ear.

The sixth time he read it, there was an addition.

Edit: Ha ha wow this really blew up. Doing an AMA at 6 eastern if you’re looking for more dirty details.

And for the first time, Buck felt the burn of tears in his eyes. Furious. Powerless.

The buzz of his phone started making his skin crawl so he shoved it between the couch cushions and tried not to think about it. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around, rocking just a little as he felt panic creeping in.

What else could Jay possibly have to say? Would he make up more and more audacious lies as long as he had an audience? Would an NHL team want to touch Buck when he was done?

Were there more pictures?

It was the fourth night, the night that Buck caught Jay. Not the first night with the blindfold. What if? Buck shuddered, sinking lower, deeper into the couch, folding himself tighter and smaller, trying to crush the mounting, hopeless fear. He was there for a long time.

When the gentle knock hit his door, Buck jumped and then crouched tighter into his ball. He didn’t answer. There was no one he could face right now.

The knock came again.

Then the door opened.

Buck was up like a shot, nearly falling over the coffee table as he whirled around toward the intruder. Eddie stood in the doorway, holding up one empty hand and pulling his key out of the door with the other.

“Just me.”

“What are you doing here?” Buck asked, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie to hide the fact that he’d been digging his nails into his palms for the last hour.

“Well, you took off. And you weren’t answering your phone.”

Hot shame flushed across Buck’s skin. Eddie knew. Eddie had seen the article and the articles about the article and the tweets about the articles and been shouted at by the cameras outside and Buck wanted to sink into the floor.

“Notice you didn’t take the hint.”

The attitude in Buck’s response didn’t faze Eddie at all, “Do I ever?”

And that almost made Buck feel like smiling, because no, no he didn’t. He said, “No. But there’s always a first time.”

Eddie came a little further into the apartment and Buck felt crowded. Eddie always seemed to take up so much space around him. Maybe it was just that Buck felt his presence most strongly than anyone else’s. Especially when he was like this: arms crossed, focused, not letting Buck wiggle out of a conversation that he didn’t want to have.

This time was no exception. When Buck turned and went back to the couch, compulsively refreshing the comments on Jay’s post again as he went, Eddie followed right after him.

“I came by to make sure you were okay,” he said and Buck flinched again, hating that Eddie knew. Hating that the team knew.

“I’m fine,” he answered, keeping his eyes down and away from Eddie. “Coach is going to rip me a new one tomorrow, but my agent hasn’t called me to tell me I’m being traded so yet so I guess that’s-”

“Who the fuck said you were being traded?” His voice was loud enough that Buck looked up, surprised to see the intensity of anger in Eddie’s face.

“THN. NHL Network did a round table on it too, but they didn’t think anyone would take me. Oh, then Kirk Davis did a radio interview.”

Everyone had picked up those soundbites. Even through the heavily bleeped broadcast, the future hall-of-famer’s opinion on Buck had been crystal clear. At least that wasn’t new information for Buck. Davis had all but refused to shake Buck’s hand when he first joined the Predators and was a big part of why his tenure there had only lasted until the trade deadline.

“Kirk Davis is a fucking asshole. There’s a reason they never made him captain.”

“He’s not the only one who said it.”

“Then he’s not the only fucking asshole out there.” When he didn’t respond, Eddie came around the couch to stand face to face with him, noticing the open comments page as he did. “Christ, have you been reading that shit all day?”

Somehow it made Buck laugh. “It’s the same shit I’ve been reading for 8 years. Since I got drafted. Buckley’s a distraction to his team. Buckley’s an embarrassment to the game of hockey. Buckley cares more about getting laid and partying than he does about winning. It’s guys like Buckley that hurt the NHL.”

His voice pitched up as he recited the familiar accusations, staring somewhere over Eddie’s shoulder because Eddie already knew all this about him. Eddie was the opposite of Buck in every way. He would never make himself the center of attention. He’d never do anything to make his teammates ashamed to play with him. He’d never be so stupid as to go home with a guy like Jay.

“Buckley’s finally getting what he deserves.” Buck whispered.

“Look at me,” Eddie said. When Buck couldn’t, Eddie reached out, setting a light hand on his shoulder that got tighter when Buck tried to shrug out of the hold. “Hey. Look at me.”

He moved his head into the space where Buck was staring into the middle distance and waited. Until Buck couldn’t help but flick his gaze to meet Eddie’s. Once he did, he found a furious compassion that startled him.

“You don’t deserve this, Buck. You did nothing to deserve this. It is not your fault. Nobody in our room thinks it is. Bobby doesn’t think it is.”

Buck shuddered under the weight of the words. He wanted to pull himself free and he wanted to step in closer, “My agent told me I should own it. Post a couple thirst traps and a middle finger on instagram and just wave it off like another classic Evan Buckley weekend.”

There was a time when he would have. Times when he had. But this wasn’t a ridiculous paparazzi photo outside a bar, it was… It was private. It hurt.

As if reading his mind, Eddie said, “That’s not what this is. Fire him if he wants to make you pretend this is okay.”

“I just keep thinking if I was anyone else. If I was someone good, they’d all go after him and not me. I didn’t even do anything to him, Eddie. I didn’t-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eddie tugged him forward and his arms were tight around his back. Buck should have tried to fight it, but he couldn’t help but fall against his chest and cling on. “You are someone good,” Eddie said, making Buck’s breath hitch. “And if you weren’t, it wouldn’t matter. It’s wrong. They’re wrong.”

“I shouldn’t have trusted him,” Buck confessed into the soft fabric of Eddie’s shirt. “I was so stupid back then. I just wanted- I wanted him to like me. And I’m still- It still hurts that he didn’t. How fucked up is that? He did this. And I still just wish he liked me.”

One of Eddie’s hands moved up to cradle the back of Buck’s head. They were swaying, just a little, Eddie rocking them gently. “I know,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

He managed to keep from crying, but Buck couldn’t stop his breath from coming out in soft, stuttering gasps. Couldn’t keep his fingers from digging into Eddie’s back. If he thought about it, he could imagine this post too (Evan Buckley cried like a baby on my shoulder AMA), but Eddie would never do that. The warm heat of him against Buck’s chest was like a blanket hiding him from the world. It was the most vulnerable he’d been all day and the most sheltered.

Eddie didn’t let go until Buck pulled back and even then he didn’t go far, “Have you eaten since practice?”

“I didn’t think I’d be able to without throwing up,” Buck said honestly.

“Do you want to order something from-”

The timer on Buck’s laptop shrieked and they both jumped. Eddie recovered quickly, but Buck’s heart leapt into his throat. He’d almost forgotten. How could he have forgotten? Pulling away from Eddie, he turned off the timer and refreshed the post, looking for the link he knew would be there.

“Come on, Buck, really?”

Eddie reached out to slam the laptop closed, but Buck shoved his hand in the way. “I have to, Eddie. He’s doing an AMA. I have to-”

“I’m not going to let you torture yourself reading what a bunch of sick assholes have to say, Buck. No way.”

“I have to.”

“No, you-”

“Yes, I do!” He shouted it, standing up to look Eddie in the eye. “I have to read it. I have to see it now because if- if- if I wait and it gets reposted- I have to know if he has- I have to-”

“Buck,” Eddie said, putting his hands on Buck’s arms, trying to rub calmness back into him even as Buck’s heart-rate accelerated. “What does he have? What could be worse than what he already-”

“Pictures,” Buck yelled. “I have to know if he has pictures.”

A dark, dark look came over Eddie’s face and he stopped rubbing Buck’s arms to squeeze instead. “You think he has pictures?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Buck whimpered. He saw himself as if from above, stretched out long and lewd against Jay’s sheets. He imagined ten thousand other people seeing it. “He took- I caught him taking one. Once. But I don't know if it was the only one. I don’t- I can’t let them get out. If he has them, I have to know. I have to report the post. I have to-”

“No,” Eddie said.

“Yes, Eddie. I have-”

“I hear you. Okay? I hear you, but I’m not letting you do that. I’m not letting you put any more of that garbage in your head.”

“Eddie.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll report every goddamn post.” Lifting one hand, Eddie stroked a thumb softly along Buck’s hairline. “Let me do it. Let me protect you.”

Buck swallowed hard, fear and relief and longing fighting for control of the tears that were building up again. He didn’t want Eddie to see any of that. He didn’t want Jay’s words in Eddie’s head. But Buck really really didn’t want them in his own. He wanted someone to protect him. “Thank you,” he said, falling forward again to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” Eddie replied, rubbing his hands firmly up Buck’s back.

Eddie wouldn’t let Buck sit on the couch while he monitored the thread. He fished Buck’s phone out of the couch and made him answer the important messages. From Maddie. From Bobby. From Hen and Chimney. Then he’d told him to order food from the Lebanese place they always ordered from when Eddie came over, asking for extra of the pickled turnips. All the while, Eddie’s fingers slammed onto the keyboard, that sound the only reaction he gave to any of the posts.

It should have been unbearable, letting Eddie comb through the messages. Even without seeing them, Buck knew what they were like. He blocked people every week for the same kind of thing. But Eddie had a defense against them that Buck never had: he didn’t believe they were true. Not even a little bit. He didn’t believe there was a chance that Buck was getting what he deserved for being a show off, for never being a points leader, for being open and soft hearted, for being himself. Eddie believed Buck deserved to be protected and he was ruthless about it.

“No pictures,” he said, a while later, when Jay had finally stopped replying to every comment on the page. “And the rest of it is… well. It’s nothing new.”

“Really?”

“Really. I think it’s done.”

Eddie closed the laptop as if by making that gesture of finality, he could make the words true. Buck, allowed back on his own couch, let himself believe it too. Let himself lean into the safety of Eddie’s arm over his shoulders, breathing in a deep sigh of relief as they caught the Canucks game.

The next morning, Jay’s story was hardly anywhere to be seen. It was replaced. By an essay in The Players’ Tribune. It excoriated Jay. It called out Kirk Davis by name and hundreds of online posters by their bad intentions. It praised Buck’s grace, tenacity, and backhand shot and it demanded respect and compassion and privacy from anyone who called themselves a hockey fan. And it wasn’t anonymous.

#whumptober2021 #no. 5 #betrayal #fic #911 #hanging out at the angst end of the spectrum #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hockey au #allison can’t write a short fic to save her life #minimal edits #messy ending #questionable formatting #230 am #😴

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jafndaegur · 3 years

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Things Said and Unsaid

Jumin Han x MC

Mystic Messenger

a/n: now that the zine is long past, here is my story from the Garden of Eden Zine:) Enjoy!

Jumin twisted the flower stem between his fingers as he reclined further against the chair. Waxy pink petals mocked him in a way that he did not appreciate and the bright bloom weighed heavily, leaning forward in his careless grasp. He rested his chin on the back of his free hand, temple twitching at the not-quite perfect amount of wine for a buzz but enough for a headache.

MC's voice still floated in the air as if she'd just called about her final report for the RFA event.

"All of the flower arrangements are ready for the party," her voice was stilted over the phone even as she tried to be chipper.

Jumin wondered if she felt uncomfortable around him with everything said and done. "They'll look beautiful I'm sure." He reassured.

The pause and silence between them felt unnatural and constricting.

"What did you pick? For the bouquets." He finally peeped out, his voice rocking with concern. Had they always struggled with communicating? The memory of being able to freely converse with her, speaking of any little trivial thing that came to mind an easy and amusing way for him to pass the time. Surely he hadn’t ruined things so thoroughly during the time she had spent at the penthouse.

MC’s airy and pitched laugh reached his ears in a painful display of her discomfort. "That'd ruin the surprise."

And what a surprise it'd been.

Jumin had been eager, and even anxious, in awaiting her arrival to the party. Afterall they all owed its renewed existence to her. And he himself owed so much to her too. When they had parted the night before, V rightfully helping her return to the apartment, it had been with a tender apology. She'd embraced him—held him close and promised things would work out the way they should.

He wasn’t sure if it had been a lie or her convincing herself. Perhaps some odd adherration of both to her conviction.

The day of the party came, but MC did not.

It was obvious that Seven had hesitated his journey before finally making the reluctant trek to Jumin with a piece of paper in one hand and a tied bouquet of flowers in the other.

The pink camellia had seemed so bright and vibrant in the light of the ballroom. And even now in Jumin's hand, standing stark and vibrant, the bloom dazzled against the rest of his muted parlor decor. It smiled and flourished, and yet here he sat more dejected and more confused than ever.

Somehow, he managed his way back to the kitchen, where the rest of his bouquet lay abandoned on his dining room table—scattered petals and bulbs strewn across the wood top due to his careless toss of the bunch. He had been angry and frustrated at the time, but now he felt guilt tugging at the span of his ribs when he thought of the disregard he gave to her last gift to him. The note lay innocently next to it, as if trying to appease him with the gentle slope of MC's handwriting.

I've meant everything Jumin. Said and unsaid. I don't regret anything and I hope you won't either. But we both need this to move forward, I think this is what's right...I hope you'll see that. I've left you the best.

-MC

Among the flowers, pink carnations were the easiest to pick out. The petals crimped and wavy, and the blossoms themselves the most commonplace and plain. And yet MC had made sure the flowers had stayed nestled close amongst bushels of goldenrod. Another odd pick for a formal party. His eye for detail made things easy to recognize that beautiful hardworking and problem-solving touch MC made with every deliberate and precise choice. He knew that much. From the sorrel that warmly held everything together, to the pink camellias blushing prettily at the center wrapped in forget-me-nots.

In times such as these Jumin realized he had one consultant he could count on, a source where information passed easily from itself to him. Where he could learn unhindered and without bias about the best that MC left behind for him. Because surely, she did not simply mean the best flowers from the bunch. She was too clever for that.

He found himself at a library, in the area with the farmer's almanacs and horticulture how-tos. It was an aisle he frequented when seeking answers to inquiries about his vineyard.

Heavy and cumbersome, he found an encyclopedic tome titled Whispers from the Flowers. It was an odd name but upon opening it he found satisfaction knowing that his assumption on its topic had been correct. The flower language. Something not in a million years he imagined himself researching. But for MC, he would do anything. And his beloved left behind one very, very important clue. "Things said and unsaid." And he hoped it was more than a mere sentimental way of saying she left him behind regardless of whether or not she was able to relay all she wished to.

Jumin found the index at the back of the book, searching for sorrel first. MC had meticulously ensured that the green and stringy plant entwined itself around the main bouquet like a cradle. It was hardly a flower and yet the vibrancy of it added life and color outside of the thematic pink hues of the other blooms. Affection. Sorrel is the gateway to confessions and the key to unlocking the heart—it lays bare the raw and pure emotion of those who offer it. His fingers danced over the words, tracing the letters with the faintest of smiles. MC's disappearance seemed like a rather large lack of said-affection, but he knew there had to be further explanation. And all answers resided within the little puzzle she had set aside just for him.

Because she knew and understood he had every capability to solve it. He hoped.

Encouragement. Good fortune. Goldenrod offers the same blade with two edges. One of well wishes and the other of outstretched hands. It is an easy flower to convey both farewells and prosperity.

Jumin’s breath curled within his chest and his fingers hovered. “Farewells.” It was a mutter, something that he dare not speak more than a whisper. MC left behind hide nor hair of her existence. The memory of her laugh and gilded eyes were the only proof he could offer. Yet somewhere amongst the agonizing pull in his chest as he read the summary over and over again, he feared that she had truly meant her goodbye hidden within these flowers.

He knew his own faults had greatly weighed upon her decision to leave with Jihyun that day. But had he really ruined things so much that she chose never to see any of them again to escape him? Were all affections between them nullified because of his shortcomings.

Breath hitched and his fists clenched the book. Memories of true love. Forget-me-nots are the staple flower of sweet love. Anyone gifting their sweetheart with these iconic blooms know every moment spent with their true love will be cherished and treasured. Jumin’s brow furrowed. Contradictory. This was all so illogical and contradictory. If he had not just recently gone through a week-long anxiety attack and now the loss of the woman he had planned to propose to, he’d chalk these meanings up to happenstance and throw the book into the closest recycling bin. But everything said had been meant. And everything unsaid had been meant. He needed for his own sanity and for his own comprehension to know if these flowers truly enveloped MC’s feelings for him. Or if he was just a fool trying to pry into a love that was never his to keep.

“I’ll never forget you.”

A shudder. The words flowed past his lips as he read the phrase mechanically. “I’ll never forget you.” Each utterance a tremor to his heart as the walls constricted and shook.

I’ll never forget you. Pink carnations are easily the most misused and the most misunderstood. Believed to be a simpleton’s flower, the meaning behind this bloom is often lost due to being handed out of context. It’s beautiful and pastel color can often be misleading. It is a mournful flower, often handed at the cusp of goodbye. A beautiful tendril to remember a fleeting yet vibrant romance.

The search through the index for the last flower was a trembling one. Jumin’s fingers skimmed the crisp paper gentle against his skin as he tried to account his increasing pulse to apprehension or suspense. He was approaching the last piece of MC’s riddle and good or bad—real or not—he had been able to come to some conclusion about their parting. About their romance. About them.

His vision blurred and he felt the world spin.

A note had been tucked away close to the spine where the pages parted. It was a small envelope, no bigger than an index card. “Jumin” had been scripted neatly on the front, and on the back, there was a little flower drawn over the edge of the opening flap. He recognized MC’s handwriting anywhere. Impulse struck a chord with his nerves and he plucked the note quickly before forcing himself to slow down. He wanted to finish this mission.

Pink camellias. Longing for you.

No more waiting. Jumin dropped the book and tore the envelope open. His heart pitter-pattered and he double took the gentle slope of that oh-so familiar handwriting. The gentle sweep and slant of her penmanship was obvious the moment he gazed upon the ink. There before him, tiny and hopeful, was a phone number. He'd arrived at the end of her puzzle with a growing smile, shaking his head with a fond chuckle. His finger brushed the new note.

"You can be greedy, you know," he whispered reverently. "Around me don't worry. Whatever fears or struggles we may have to face, we'll figure them out together. You don't have to hold back for my sake or for yours."

He pulled two business cards from his wallet, placing one in the forget-me-knots section and the other in the section about pink camellias. Satisfied, he closed the book and walked to the front desk where the head librarian sat typing away on the computer. Noticing his approach, they gave him a warm smile. Holding out their hand, the librarian inclined their head.

"Got everything you need?"

Jumin nodded and handed the book over. "I will soon enough. In the meantime, could you place this on hold? A friend is going to pick it up."

"Of course," the librarian nodded. "Name and number."

"Han MC," Jumin decided with a touch of humor, a welcomed break to his multi-day anxiety high, before reciting the number from the note.

The person assured him that MC would be notified and that the book would be on hold for the next twenty-four hours. He bowed his head slightly and graciously thanked them before heading to the car where Driver Kim awaited. There was so little time to get ready but he wanted to make the most of this anticipation that clung to his lungs with baited breath.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme jumin han #jumin han x mc #mysme jumin

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morosemagick · 3 years

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Warriors of Menace | Finan x Reader One Shot

My entry for Rosie's 100 Follower Challange!!

Prompt: “You are very well behaved today. What have you done?”

Warning: Absolutely none, just a shit ton of fluff lol

Words: 2121

Tagged:

@solinarimoon @emilyhufflepufftlk @for-bebbanburg @evelynshelby @lauwrite1225 @obipoelover @magravenwrites

Life is much different for you now than it was five years ago. Long gone are the days where there was a shyness about you, and your nerves rattled at the idea of forming friendships of this ragtag band of warriors. Time has been good to you, and after years of being a part of this little, mix-matched family founded by Uhtred of Bebbanburg, it’s safe to say you knew these men well. You understand all of their quirks and knew all the signs of how they behaved. The good days and the bad days were easy to recognize, and when mood swings would accord or the occasional argument between them would happen you’d know just how to put out the fire.

It’s this ability to understand these misunderstood warriors that brought you close to Finan, and in what felt like a blink of an eye… you were his wife.

And he was an excellent husband.

You understood him the most. Finan could not hide his moods from you. Happiness, frustration, anger. You knew the calling card for all of his moods, and he knew all of yours. When you first realized he had feelings for you, you could pinpoint all the little things he would try to do to get you to realize he loved you. It was heartwarmingly adorable and you didn’t let him go long without telling him you felt the same. Since your marriage, you have been a unit in sync. There is nothing Finan can hide from you after almost four years of marriage.

Including when he’s being an absolute menace.

You're in your kitchen making lunch, a large pot of stew over the fire because part of you already expects to feed more than just your family. It’s what you do at this point. You may have married Finan, but you feel like you married the whole crew of warriors with the way you care for them. The food is just about done when, just as expected, Finan comes bursting through the front door with Sihtric in tow.

By the way they come in giggling like children, you know they’re up to no good.

“I know you are not tracking dirt through my home, Finan,” You tell him as you stir your wooden spoon through the pot, and you can hear your husband coming up from behind you.

He kisses the side of your head, “I would never, darlin’,” Finan snickers, placing a hand on your rather round belly, “And how is the wee man today?”

“You are going to regret calling her that when she reveals herself as a daughter,” You smirk as you glance his way and he gives you another kiss, “Speaking of wee men, where is Aethelstan?”

“With Osferth and Eadith,” Sihtric explains as he sits at your table, and you can hear Finan walk around your home. When you glance back, he’s making the table for four.

“And what is he doing with Osferth and Eadith?” You ask as you fully turn around to look at both men, only to find them poorly failing at hiding their smiles, “Finan?”

“Yes, my love?” He asks as he returns to your side, and by his smile you know he's up to no good.

"Where is that boy of yours, and do not lie to me," You tell him with a raised brow and arms crossed so he knows you mean business.

You call Aethelstan just his when the two of them are on your nerves, but the boy is yours. Even though, technically, he is not.

"He's doing us a favor, Y/N, he will be home shortly," Sihtric tells you, trying to save Finan from whatever hole he's currently digging himself.

"Uh-huh," You smirk and now Finan is carefully trying to push you away from the food you are cooking, "What are you doing?"

"Finishin’ for you," Finan tells you with another kiss on your head, "Go sit, I'll bring the pot to the table."

You glance between the two men and head to the table anyway, sitting down next to Sihtric, "Who are you two, and what have you done with my husband and his best friend?"

"We are always this compassionate, Y/N," Finan chuckles as he brings over lunch, "Oi, go grab bread," he whistles to Sihtric and the Dane stands and does as he's told, "You shouldn't be workin' so hard when you're busy makin' us such a wonderful child."

Okay, now you know they're up to no good.

Before you can ask what they’ve done, Aethelstan all but bursts through the front door, slamming it rather hard for a child before realizing you are at the table staring at him. He smiles wide, the cheeky grin a telltale sign of trouble he picked up from Finan in the year of you raising him. He walks directly to you, like he hasn’t done a thing wrong, and places a kiss on your cheek. (Another sign he’s gotten from Finan, as well.) “Hello, Mother.”

“Go clean yourself up before lunch, you little trouble maker,” Your smirk at the boy, and Finan ruffles his hair as he runs off. The two of you aren’t really supposed to let him call you by those names, but neither of you has the heart to tell him otherwise. Besides, it’s already been a year and if he wants to call you Mother and Father that’s exactly what he’s going to call you.

Aethelstan cleans himself up and then joins you all at the table, sitting down across from Sihtric and next to Finan. The two of them move in sync as they fold their hands over together above their food, and to the side of you, Sihtric lowers his head in respect for your religion.

“Thank you, Father, for this delicious meal we are about to receive, and for this family you allowed us to grow,” Finan prays and you just stare at him with eyebrows scrunched and your lip curled into a smirk.

Because you know that getting Finan to pray before meals is usually a hassle.

“In your name, we pray,” Aethelstan continues, “Ahem.”

The three of you sign to your God and Sihtric just keeps his head down till you are done, and then the three men start to eat. You, however, just continue to stare at your husband until he finally looks at you and smiles, “What?”

“You are all very well behaved today,” You start to tell them all, and Finan just smiles wider as you lean forward and rest your chin in your hand, “What have you done?”

“You know us, Y/N, nothin’ too awful,” Finan starts to explain.

“It’s true, Y/N,” Sihtric adds as he rips himself a piece of the bread loaf, “We only do things out of love. That’s just the kind of warriors we are.”

“Aye, he’s right.” Finan agrees as he continues eating.

“Oh, I am sure,” You say in response even though you don’t believe any of them, but luckily enough for them your too hungry to push the topic further. So instead, you start to eat the lunch you’ve slaved over and enjoy this time with your family.

The meal is mostly quiet, albeit some sweet words of gratitude from the men at your table, thankful for the meal you prepared for them. You almost make it through the whole thing in peace, when a knock at your door startles the men.

“Finan? Sihtric! I know you are in there,” It’s Osferth, and he sounds rather frustrated. He knocks on the door again, a little harder, as the two men at your table start to slowly rise and head for the back room. “Open up! We need to talk, now!”

Finan and Sihtric start to sneak for the back door, shit-eating grins on both of their faces, “We were not here, Y/N, we have not been home all mornin’.” He tells you as they make their escape, leaving you there to roll your eyes and answer the door yourself.

When you open the door to greet Osferth, he looks absolutely flustered, “Osferth, how are you today?”

“Lady, I have been better,” He’s always so polite, the sweet former monk, and no matter how many times you tell him not to call you lady, he cannot seem to shake his manners, “I hate to bother you, but I need to speak with Finan and Sihtric.”

You chuckle, folding your arms across your belly, “You just missed them, but I have some stew left over from lunch if you are hungry.”

“I should be on my way, I really need to speak with them,” Osferth explains as he rubs at the back of his neck and you chuckle at the shyness he holds after years of friendship.

"Osferth, come in and tell me what my husband and Sihtric have done," You open your door wider and move to the side so he can come in, and after a second of hesitation, he sighs and complies.

Osferth walks over to the table that Aethelstan has managed to vanish from without you noticing and slumps into his seat, "I am going to kill them." He groans half-heartedly.

You laugh, grabbing him a clean bowl before joining him at the table, "What did they do?"

"Sihtric told Eadith I am interested in her, and then Finan had Aethelstan pick flowers for her saying they were from me," Osferth sighs heavily as you serve him some stew, "They've ruined everything."

"I thought you did fancy Eadith? What's the problem?" You ask him as you put the bowl of stew in front of him.

"She does not think of me in that way," He groans, looking defeated, "Now she'll think I'm a pervert who only wishes to hump her."

"Or she will think you are shy, and that Finan and Sihtric should mind their own business," You tell him as he eats through his frustration, "My husband may be a menace, but he does the stupid things he does out of love."

"She does not think of me in that way, Y/N," He tells you as he temporarily lowers his spoon, "She is beautiful… and I am just- a baby monk."

You laugh with a big smile across your face because your friend couldn't be any more wrong, "Is that really what you think? Osferth, she is clearly fallen for you."

"Do not pity me, Lady, I do not need your lies to lift my spirit," He tells, looking defeated as he finishes his stew.

"Enough of this," You tell him as you take away the dirty dishes and rise from your seat, "You will go to Eadith and confess your feelings, or I will send Aethelstan to do it for you."

"Y/N-"

"Go! Now, before the day is over," You command, shoo-ing him from your table, as he reluctantly rises, "And be sure to come back to thank me when it's over."

He groans as he walks out of your home, making you laugh as you start cleaning plates. A moment or two after he's gone, you can hear creaking coming from your bedroom, and then two big arms wrap around your body.

"Where is Sihtric?" You ask your husband, not needing to turn around to confirm it's him because you would recognize these arms anywhere.

"Gone home to his own wife," Finan tells you with a kiss, "Enjoyin' his final days before Osferth certainly murders us all."

"He will not murder anyone," You chuckle as you turn around, still in his arms, "Osferth may not have your confidence or Sihtrics' flirting skills but I am positive he will find that Eadith shares his feelings."

"How are you so sure?" Finan scrunches his brows in confusion, "And what do you know of how Sihtric flirts?"

You chuckle, standing on your toes to reach your husband's lips as you give him a kiss, "I just know things, my love, it is my gift from God."

Finan grabs you by the cheeks as you lower yourself, kissing you with much more passion, his lips still on yours as he growls, "If I find out Sihtric has tried to bed my wife-"

"It was long before you were mine," You tell him with a smirk, "No need to start anything over it now."

"That is my gift, mo ghrá," He snickers as his kisses move from your lips to your neck, "I am a Warrior of Menace, after all."

You couldn't argue with that as your warrior brings you back to bed, determined to show you just how much he was yours.

An excellent husband, indeed.

#finan x reader #finan #finan the agile #the last kingdom #tlk fanfic #tlk #tlk osferth #tlk sihtric #tlk finan #tlk aethelstan #rosies100 #mcloveproductions

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0littlestwolf0 · 4 years

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All that matters

Yandere! Percy Jackson

Ship: Yan!Percy Jackson x innocent/fragile reader

Warnings: Violence, over use of powers.

Requested by: @xxscreamingcolorxx

It started off innocently enough. Way too innocent for that matter, maybe that’s what ignited him.

You were just the new kid in the big apple, someone who just moved there because of your parent’s job, and like any teen would have, your mind started wandering off, imaginating all the possibilities, all the movies that could come true before your eyes!

As for him, it was just another year in yet the same school (something he was really grateful for), only the first day and he was already counting the days until he could return to camp, to his friends.

Annabeth.

The name stung him like a bee, scratch it, it felt more like an angry wasp, but he ignored it, she was the closest person he had, who could actually understand him, and hey, he did love her, maybe not in the way she did him but for all he knew that was it for everyone, maybe that’s why people say that friends end up falling in love, more like a ‘next step’ thing than actual love.

Was that even real though? He surely didn’t know, but he was comfortable with what he had, and that was good enough, so he tried to shrug the thoughts away and finished getting ready for his day.

Soon enough he was already in his seat, headphones blasting a playlist he had spent the night downloading from questionable websites, and his head between his hands, doing everything in his willpower not to start a mess.

Naturally he didn’t notice someone new entering the classroom, he tried to stay away from most others, and people didn’t really like him either, much of a troublemaker, they’d say.

His lack of social skills made sure you got a seat on your first day. But he didn’t look up as you seated, his senses did however, perk up at your perfume, some wildflower and another thing he couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it reminded him of camp, so he couldn’t help inhaling even deeper, he made the silent decision to start sitting near you.

And it could have been that way, you being your a scent he liked, just another person, but the fates had other plans, as did the first teacher, who didn’t waste a second on explaining the week project to be done in pairs.

His music was gone at this point, and he sighed, he didn’t like working on teams for school. Better yet, he didn’t like ending up with whoever else didn’t have a partner. Just then he felt a finger poking his arm, with a raised brow he turned to see you.

And your breath got stuck in your throat, he was probably one of the cutest boys you had ever seen, yet, his resting face (or so you hoped it was his resting face) looked just a combination between angry and dangerous. But you didn’t listen to your gut and talked “Would- uh... Sorry! I’m new and I was wondering if you’d like to partner up?”

Your voice had to be the sweetest thing, he was already starting to take a liking to you. You see, he isn’t the type of yandere to just get obsessed, it was your scent that drew him to you, yet, your willingness to spend time with him did make him feel better.

“Are you- Yeah, sure” he had to stop himself from pointing you to another person without a partner, not yet believing you’d want to partner up with him. But your enthusiasm changed his mind.

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Before any of you knew, the day was over and you were waiting for him on your designated spot just outside the school, it didn’t take him long to reach you.

You saw his expression change as he crossed the glass doors, first a schooled glance to the floor, not allowing himself to even look at anybody else, you didn’t understand that, he didn’t look that strong but when you touched his arm you did feel hard muscle, then, why would he avoid trouble so much?

He didn’t seem to see you at first, but he did, trust me on that, he was just afraid of you changing your mind and would very much rather if you just left than the direct confrontation, but he couldn’t understand why, why the idea of you turning your back of him turned him inside out.

But of course you didn’t, you approached him with the sweetest smile on your face and stood right in front of him “Hey!” He couldn’t hold a smile at your voice, you just sounded so eager “Should we go to the library?” Were you always this eager? No, that seemed impossible, maybe you were just happy to be with him, that certainly made his smile bigger

“Uh- I mean- Sure” he was nervous, which made him want to laugh his ass off, sure he could fight gods and monsters but send a pretty girl his way and he’d stutter “I mean, I was actually thinking we could do it on the park” he finally added, the park was a bit far, but if there were any monsters he’d be able to deflect them easily on an open place rather than a dead-quiet-library.

“Yeah! Sounds good to me!” You agreed with a sweet smile and allowed him to lead the way “Just help me with the whole getting back thing, I still don’t really know the city” he nodded eagerly, almost as much as you had before, it was an excuse to spend more time with you.

Now this didn’t concern him as cheating or misleading Annabeth, for he didn’t think you’d like him, you see, he doesn’t seem to find himself as someone most girls, especially girls like you, would feel attracted t him, so even if he felt the this growing killer bees on his stomach every time he saw you, nothing would ever happen.

You walked with him through numerous streets, he took advantage of your lack of knowledge and took you through the long path, he didn’t even notice that he’d done that at first, but you were just so engrossed on your retelling of that X-Men movie, that he wanted to hear you talk like that for hours, suddenly, you stopped, your head held down “I’m sorry, I just get a bit excited sometimes” that sobered him “No, no, it’s okay, please continue, I really want to know what happened to this Logan dude after that”

You blushed but tried to hide it with a laugh, still looking down “It’s okay, I know I can talk a lot, and it might be stressing” you added, it was your attempt to stop yourself from boring the first friend you made on that school, but it made his blood boil, people just didn’t understand you fucked up the world was, fighting every day against monsters, losing friends on the way, and how amazing it was to hear stories from someone like you, someone without the blood that he had in his hands.

“Well, I like it, and I really need more context, so the future isn’t the future then? He just changed it and that’s that?” He understood the story, but sometimes making an easy question was the easiest way to make others talk.

And you went on, you arrived to the park and sat on a desk with him, taking your supplies and started working on the project, you were open, and gave ideas, still never shut any of his, you asked for his opinion every step of the way and used almost every idea he had.

That made him feel warm, you were most likely the first person to trust his ideas and hear him without a scowl or a frown, he couldn’t understand how would anyone shut you down when you talked? Every time you looked down and scratched your arm he noticed you were stopping yourself from over sharing.

Why would anyone hurt you like that? He just wanted names, they didn’t deserve someone like you in their lives, not one bit, they deserved to suffer for making you ashamed of your words. It surprised him, really, that rage boiling inside him, and how soon it’d be gone as soon as you smiled back at him.

And then it happened, a manticore loose in the park, running around and tearing people apart, he saw the moment your instinct kicked in, you could see through the mist.

He took Riptide from his pocket and stood up, but you grabbed his arm and pulled him down, holding a finger to your lips “Don’t” was everything you said, and he gulped, maybe you did care about him a little, his mind started wandering, maybe you felt as connected to him as he did you, he wanted to nod and stay with you under the table, to keep you from danger, but the only way he knew was by killing it.

“Please” you pleased “it’s going to hurt you” he laughed humorlessly, “Not my first rodeo” was all he said as a smirk took over his mouth and winked your way, maybe he also wanted to show off a little.

It was weird, he had never wanted to show off before.

But oh well, the manticore was closing in as soon as it’s nostrils flared up with the demigod scent on him, he needed to stop thinking and start moving, natural talent and years of training in camp made it easy for him, more like a dance than a battle, not that he’d ever been good at dancing, but you get the idea.

A move to the left, an angry manticore to the right, sarcastic comment out about how bad the sun had treated the manticore’s skin and a “you should really get some moisturizer for that crack in your skin” and proceeded to stab it directly on the belly as the manticore jumped.

And he laughed, allowing the rest of adrenaline to leave him, after getting so worked up with thoughts of people hurting your feelings, killing something felt really good. Maybe too good.

He turned to look at you, and his stomach dropped, your throat was being held tightly, lifting you ever so slightly from the floor by an empusai, were monsters working together now?

Of course it would happen to him, out of all demigods in New York.

Now he realized, his blood hadn’t been boiling before, but it was now, burning his very skin from the inside, the empusai giggled and he gave a step closer, then you were struggling again “Now, now, one more move and your pet dies”

Pet? Oh now it was personal, he didn’t understand his blind rage, maybe by an outside point of view, you had reminded him of what light was, even with the ability to see monsters you saw the good in people, that much he realized from your speech about Magneto being just misunderstood.

Maybe you weren’t as innocent as he once thought but you still tried hard enough to make conversation with him, you even tried in your way to keep him safe, and now, everything he’d seen was good and worth saving was being threatened.

It didn’t took him a word, just a small move from his left hand to the side, and now it was the empusai’s blood that boiled, literally, she started crying, he didn’t stop, all the fluids in her body boiled now, and started moving inside her, desfigurating her, she screamed and let you go, he didn’t stop.

You ran to him and he threw Riptide to the ground, instantly feeling the (now lesser) weight of a pen settling on his pocket, with his now free arm he grabbed you by the showlders and held you to him.

“Don’t look” he warned, grabbing now your head and pulling it to his shoulder, one last move of his left hand to the right and the empusai’s blood chocked her to death, streaming down her ears, nostrils and eyes, her mouth forever set on a silent scream as she fell to her knees and finally turned into ichor.

Just then did he allow himself to fully hold you, his arms wrapped tightly around your as your heavy breath tickled the side of his neck, your arms wrapped just as tightly around his waist.

He realized with guilt that you were shaking, you were probably scared of him now “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he repeated in a whisper against your hair, unable to let you go.

“No” you shut him and separated your body from his by merely centimeters, his stomach dropped “I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters” you said grabbing his face, forcing his wandering eyes to stay still on yours “Survival of the fittest, right?” You joked and he allowed a worried breath to leave his body, you weren’t treating him like a freak.

He nodded and you hugged him again, just as tightly, he still felt you shiver every once in a while.

I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters,

I’m okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters.

He repeated in his head over and over like a mantra.

You were too good for this world, and if that evening showed him anything was that monsters were probably going to come for you at some point, and he wouldn’t let them get even a step close.

He promised himself then and there that no one would ever harm you, monster or otherwise. After all, the gods owed him, he could get his way this once.

#yandere percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #yandere x reader #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase

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Untouchable - The Devil’s Daughter Chapter Ten (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

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Summary: Amenadiel was not as bad as you first thought he would be. In the end, you were glad that he asked you to talk to him. Maybe he would know what to do next.

Words: 1,452

Warnings: language, blood, angst, we're getting there guys, the end is near hehe

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“What did they do to you?” you could only scoff at his question.

“I can’t believe that you don’t know me.” shaking your head in disbelief, you spun around, shirt pulled down again.

“You’re saying this like you’re a legend.” Amenadiel pointed out.

“That’s because I thought I was.” your head tilted to one side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There was an angel in front of you. One that spent his time in heaven (& on Earth, apparently). And the man in front of you had never heard of you. You had always thought that the other angels did not like you because of your story. Looked like they did not even have a clue you existed. Which made your life even more of a lie than you previously thought.

“Show me your wings.” it was not a question. It was a demand.

“Show me yours first. How am I supposed to know you’re telling the truth, huh?” two could play that game. Amenadiel wasted no time & only a second later, beautiful soft feathers surrounded his frame. You were awestruck. How you wished for your own wings to look like that. As much as you wanted to, you decided against touching them. You did not want others touching yours either. It was a silent promise you made to yourself. There was no time for it anyway. Because he withdrew them almost immediately.

“Show me your wings.” he repeated his question. There was no other way out of it. But then again, Dan was only a few rooms away. If you made a sound during that process, he would come running in, for sure. You also could not necessarily get rid of the shirt you were wearing. Apologies, Dan. Bracing yourself, you closed your eyes to solely focus on your wings. The pain would be much worse considering your wounds that still were not entirely healed yet. You bit your lip in order not to scream but a small whimper still left you the moment you extracted them. Destroying the shirt you were wearing. Cutting open your skin like it was nothing. Reopening the wounds with a burning sensation. Your eyes were still closed, not wanting to see his reaction. When there was nothing but silence, you slowly forced your eyes to open. His face showed shock, he was frozen in place. But when he saw blood dripping onto the floor, he wasted no time with running out of the room. Oh, great. That was not what you wanted to happen. No. If he went to Dan? What would that mean for you?

Your thoughts were cut short when the door opened again with Amenadiel rushing through. A first-aid kit in his hands. He wanted to help you. You went down to your knees due to the pain. The man in front of you asked a simple question before treating your cuts.

“May I?” he was gesturing to your wings. The only thing you could do was nod. You were at a point where you did not care any longer. Amenadiel winced when his fingers touched the golden, sharp structure that were your wings. Not soft to touch like his. Not black like they should be. No, yours were like metal that had been sharpened. Sharpened to hurt. Sharpened to kill. Lost in thoughts, you did not even notice the angel starting to clean your back.

“Wait.” you called out quietly. Immediately, he stopped, waiting for you to continue. “They’ll cut me open when I retract them as well.” you let him know & for the second time in such a short period, you winced in pain that was caused by what some people or angels called a gift. Luckily, Amenadiel did not talk during patching you up. He was careful as to not hurt you any further. The work was done fast, he was skilled at this, though you had no idea why. You figured this was not the first time he treated an injury.

“What happened to you? I wanna know the entire story. From the very beginning.” he handed you a new shirt that he found on the dresser in the room. Giving you privacy, he turned so his back was facing you. It was hard to pull the shirt over your head. But you managed in the end. You coughed as a sign that you were done. Sitting down on the bed, you waited for him to join you. Getting the message, he approached you & took a seat beside you. Though you did not even look at him once, you told him about your past. About everything. Well, not everything. Maybe you left out the fact that you were the Devil’s daughter. But you figured that, if he really had no clue who you were, it would be convenient to keep this fact a secret. Who knew how he would look at you if he found out about your origin?

“So, yeah. That’s it.” you finished with an awkward chuckle & the silence that followed made you incredibly uncomfortable. Amenadiel needed time to process what you just revealed.

“Okay. But why can’t I see your true form?” he questioned, more to himself than to you. Snapping your head in his direction, your eyebrows perked up. Right, he had mentioned that he could not see anything when he looked at you.

“I-I don’t know.” you sighed out. “Maybe it was something God did? I mean, he kinda locked me away. Maybe it’s some sort of protection so other angels can’t detect me?” you were just as confused. But in your defense, all of this came out of nowhere.

“Could be.” Amenadiel shrugged. Then his eyes widened a little as if he just got an idea. “I think I know someone who could help you.”

“Wait. No, wait.” you chuckled shortly. “Who said I wanted help?” you crossed your arms over your chest. The man next to you eyed you up & down, a dumbfounded expression adorning his face.

“You don’t want help?” to him, it was the only way but it seemed like you thought differently.

“I don’t want & I don’t need help. I left heaven for a reason.” you explained. Amenadiel shook his head then. You misunderstood him so he corrected himself.

“I’m not talking about bringing you back to heaven. That’s your decision & your decision only. I understand why you don’t wanna go back there. After everything…I was talking about your wings.” he gestured to your back that was bandaged under the thin material of the cotton shirt.

“Oh.” you muttered. “O-Okay.” you answered after a few moments.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the two of you left the room again & found Dan playing with Charlie. It was a cute sight. He really was great with kids. When he heard footsteps, he looked over his shoulder, a big smile plastered on his face. It was almost like he did not even care that you were gone so long. He simply focused on the baby in front of him & was more than happy when little Charlie smiled because of something he did. Amenadiel then announced that he would leave again. He thanked Dan & you for dinner & took the baby from Dan’s hold. You accompanied them to the front door. The last words you heard from him were “We’ll get this fixed.”. You only gave him a warm but tired smile in return. Closing the door, your back pressed against it. Softly as to not irritate your injury. A loud sigh left you.

“Long day?” Dan looked at you from the couch. You only nodded at him. “Hey. What did Amenadiel want from you?” shit, what could you possibly tell him. Another lie? Well, there was no other chance, right?

“Oh, he just gave me some rules to follow if he ever decides to leave Charlie here. Because he knew you would get distracted by his cuteness. So he trusted me more with that.” you shrugged your shoulders, sitting beside him & facing the television opposite of you. This time, your back did not touch anything. You simply sat up straight. Dan seemed satisfied with your answer & did not question why you did not get comfortable on the couch like you usually did.

Amenadiel pulled his phone out of his pocket after stepping away from Dan’s house. With one hand, he dialed the number of the only person who came into his mind. Charlie was secure in his other arm, already falling asleep. The phone rang once, twice. When Amenadiel lost hope, the other person picked up.

“Hello?” the voice came out through the speaker.

“Luci? I need your help.”

~to be continued~

Next Chapter (04/26/2021)

Published (04/19/2021) by Cathy

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: Main Story 7-35 Translation

Translation Masterlist | Video

Chapter 7 – Rains of Monte Cristo: 7-1 / 7-3 / 7-5 / 7-7 / 7-9 / 7-11 / 7-13 / 7-15 / 7-17 / 7-19 ♦️ ♦️ 7-20 / 7-22 / 7-24 / 7-26 / 7-28 / 7-30 / 7-32 / 7-34 / 7-35

Content Warning: This section contains topics that may be uncomfortable to some readers (mentions of abuse). Please proceed with discretion.

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Court Hallway

After the trial ended, I did not leave immediately. Rather, I waited in the hallway for Hang Jiahe.

Soon, she walked over, guarded by two bailiffs.

MC: Miss Hang.

Hang Jiahe: What are you doing here? Are you going to laugh at me?

Hang Jiahe: Are you happy to have beat me?

MC: You’ve misunderstood. I came to tell you something.

Hang Jiahe: What?

MC: Actually… this examination report…

I took out that last examination report again.

MC: Due to time and technical limits, we currently do not have the identification results.

MC: When I showed it in court, I just wanted to add psychological pressure onto you.

Hang Jiahe: …

Hang Jiahe froze for a few seconds, but she then responded quickly.

Hang Jiahe: You tricked me… you tricked me… hahahahahahaha!

She suddenly burst into sharp laughter.

Hang Jiahe: I didn’t lose… I didn’t lose…

Hang Jiahe: I still got my revenge!

MC: …

MC: Miss Hang, can I ask you something?

Hang Jiahe: What do you want to say?

MC: You said in court that Qi Yu tried to hold Hang Fei back “that night”.

MC: But you still murdered her out of hate for her bystander position, correct?

Hang Jiahe: Yes, I hated her for being a coward, hated her for being too scared to resist Hang Fei, hated her for looking on for so many years without lifting a finger!

Hang Jiahe: She knew during those years what Hang Fei was doing to me, so why didn’t she save me?

MC: …

Hang Jiahe: Then… did you know that Hang Fei had also been abusing Qi Yu during those years?

Hang Jiahe: I did. How could she not have been beaten, with how cowardly she was?

MC: Then do you know why she was beaten?

Hang Jiahe: Why?

MC: …

I took out my phone and opened a video featuring Qi Yu’s abuse. That small woman was lying weakly on the floor, passively enduring the man’s punches and kicks. But she kept mumbling something –

“Don’t hurt Jiahe… and those children… stop it…”

Hang Jiahe: What…

MC: Miss Hang, did Qi Yu never do anything during all those times you were abused?

MC: Are you sure that every time, she chose to be a bystander, rather than being forced into her position?

MC: Did you know that Qi Yu said those words in each of the videos she was beaten in?

Hang Jiahe: I…

Hang Jiahe froze for a second, but then she immediately reacted.

Hang Jiahe: So what, then? What do you want to say?

Hang Jiahe: That I misunderstood her? That I shouldn’t have killed her? Then does all the pain I suffered for so many years even matter?

Hang Jiahe: You want me to absolve her? To forgive her?

MC: You’ve misunderstood. That’s not what I mean.

MC: I am not you. I have not endured your suffering, so I cannot request for you to forgive anyone.

MC: I haven’t seen what happened during those years, so I cannot judge whether Qi Yu was actively or passively making her decisions.

MC: And I definitely can’t carelessly determine whether she sinned or not.

I stopped for a moment and looked at Hang Jiahe’s gloves.

In her mind, she probably was the Count of Monte Cristo, Edmond Dantès – someone who had been wronged and could only get revenge for herself. She believed herself as intelligent and as lucky as Edmond, that she would ultimately be the winner. But…

MC: But even Edmond would figure out the situation before his revenge and repay his benefactors.

MC: I’m telling you this, only because I hope you’ll understand what sorts of people you sent away.

MC: I hope you understand that there have been people who intended to treat you kindly.

Hang Jiahe: …

MC: Also, Miss Hang, I can guess why you were not willing to ask for help from the police.

MC: In that sort of situation, you may have thought that you couldn’t rely on the outside world to go against them.

MC: But even so, me, Captain Morgan, and many, many people still have to do something.

I flipped further into the examination report.

MC: Even if Hang Fei is gone, the things he’s done will not disappear with him.

MC: This is the report we’ve created. Captain Morgan’s already sent it to upper management and applied for international cooperation.

MC: Miss Hang, we will bring you the justice you deserve for the pain you’ve experienced.

MC: As for the last few people, I promise that they will receive the punishment they deserve.

MC: So, for the rest of your life, please don’t live in hate.

MC: You’ve already stayed in the darkness for long enough. Please try to take a step forward.

MC: Doesn’t it say that in your beloved “The Count of Monte Cristo”?

MC: “He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.”

MC: Miss Hang, if possible, please try it.

MC: Perhaps the light you’ve always been searching for isn’t too far away.

Hang Jiahe: …

Hang Jiahe: Ha… ha… hahahahaha!

Hang Jiahe broke into sudden, sharp laughter. It sounded like a heartrending sob was woven in it, as it resounded in the empty hallway, melting into the rain.

Amid the grey deluge of rain, specks of light leaked through. Maybe the downpour would finally end this time.

Not long after, Simon’s homicide case opened trial, and Wang Chunchong was deemed the murderer. Xingrui Estates declared that they would be depriving Xu Yin of her position and removing her from the family. Only Tyson received the weakest blow, as the evidence for instigation of murder was insufficient. However, lots of people online were saying that they hoped he would “succumb to the demon of illness as soon as possible”.

Thus, the homicide case of the couple in Yaofu Community came to an end.

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NXX Base

After the Hang Jiahe case concluded, the NXX investigation team met up at the base again for discussion.

MC: That’s how the Hang Jiahe case went.

Marius: Thanks for your hard work!

Artem: Thanks for your hard work. You did excellently.

Luke and Vyn nodded at me.

MC: Thanks, everyone.

MC: Enough about me – how’s everyone else’s investigation?

Artem: I’ve already updated Tyson’s case file. I haven’t found any new clues for now.

Marius: I followed what Wang Chunchong said and investigated that guy named Xiao Ren, but…

Marius: I haven’t found anything for now.

Luke: You also found out about Xiao Ren?

Marius: Huh?

Vyn: What a coincidence. I, too, found out about him.

MC: !!!

Luke: Marius, what information do you have on Xiao Ren right now?

Marius: Mainly what Wang Chunchong told me before.

Marius sighed.

Marius: According to Wang Chunchong, Xiao Ren is linked to Heirson’s raw materials purchases.

Marius: Tyson held Xiao Ren to very high regard, and keeps his occupational information on severe confidential status.

Marius: All in all, this person seems pretty mysterious.

Marius: What about you, Luke? What did you find?

Luke: The aunties in the group told me that Zhao Fei kept looking for someone called “Xiao Ren”.

Luke: I suspect that Tyson brought up this person in the recording that he sent him.

Marius: That’s possible. Wang Chunchong also heard Tyson bring up Xiao Ren, so there should be some sort of link between them.

Artem: Luke, that’s not all the information that the assistive team provided you, is it?

Luke: Yep, that’s not all.

Luke: First, the workers in Heirson where the abnormalities appeared were mostly on the production front lines, so what they touch the most are the products.

Vyn: They probably mixed in their developed illegal drugs into the products, resulting in infection.

Luke: That’s right.

Luke: Secondly, about Zhao Fei…

Luke ripped out a page from his notebook and placed it on the table.

Artem: These names are…

Luke: When I was questioning these ten people about Zhao Fei, their reactions were a bit abnormal. I suspect that…

Luke: They’re the ones hiding Zhao Fei.

MC: What about you, then, Dr. Richter? You just said that you also found out about Xiao Ren.

Vyn: I spoke with half of the 20 special respondents and noticed that it was the same doctor in charge of their examinations.

Vyn: And that person is named “Xiao Ren”.

Vyn: So I suspect that this person knows many secrets regarding Heirson’s experimental data.

MC: If so, this Xiao Ren person knows about where raw materials come from and can deal with the experimental data…

MC: If we can find him, we might be able to patch up the missing part in our evidence chain against Heirson.

Marius: So this Xiao Ren is going to be our investigative focal point from now on?

Luke: Leave it to me, then. I’m the best when it comes to finding people.

Artem: Then leave Zhao Fei to me. I just happen to have something I want to confirm with him.

Vyn: I have only met with the special patients. I will continue to meet with the remaining bunch.

Vyn: Marius, what are your plans?

Marius: Me? I plan to go see Hang Jiahe.

Marius: She wanted to find reporters in the past to drop major news about Heirson, and she’s now in jail…

Marius: We should find out what this news is.

MC: Oh yeah, I’d forgotten about that!

Marius: So, jiejie, want to come with me to see Hang Jiahe? After all, only the two of us know her the best.

MC: Uh…

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Luke: Marius, do you really need someone to accompany you just to go see someone?

Marius: I’m not going to see a typical person, am I? I’m going to see someone who might give us an important clue.

Marius: It makes sense to be a little more cautious and bring someone else.

Luke: Then just bring your assistant. If anything else, then bring some recording equipment.

Luke: Convenient, and it can record in real time.

MC: …

Right after, Artem spoke.

Artem: Zhao Fei’s case was ours to begin with, and now that we have clues…

Artem: MC, let’s finish it off, alright?

MC: Lawyer Wing…

Vyn: I may be overstepping, but…

Vyn stepped in just before Artem could speak again.

Vyn: May I trouble you to go with me next?

Vyn: There’s a special patient that I need your assistance with.

Faced with their “eager” eyes, I was very sure that –

The investigation team seriously needs to recruit a new member!

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#Tears of Themis #tears of themis translations #tot translations #lu jinghe #zuo ran #xia yan #mo yi #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #未定事件簿 #feels bad for hjh :'(

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