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so they're doing a "ceasefire" aka a "pause in the killing" (don't believe that for a second) expecting, what? that everyone's going to stop calling for the end of the occupation the apartheid etc once they resume bombing gaza and murderering palestinians in the west bank??? do i have that right???
#'people won't die for a few days please stop yelling at us and go back to business as usual' how about fuck you#ceasefire permanently. that's it.#📁.zip
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Branch Sacrifices himself for Floyd AU
Summary: in which Branch sees Floyd getting the life sucked out of him and gets freaked enough to make a really bad decision
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“I have a proposition for you. A trade.”
“Branch no!” Floyd yells
“Trade for what?”
“For me. You free Floyd, and you can use me instead.”
“Branch, leave, please.” Floyd begs.
Branch ignores him resolutely
Velvet seems to be considering. “Why should I trade?”
“Um… I won't die as fast?” Branch offers, caught off guard. He didn’t expect he’d need to convince her to kidnap him.
(Full mini/bullet fic under the cut)
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Note: this is a cross between a actual fic and a bullet fic bc I have Other Projects I’m supposed to be working on and I’m trying to limit myself from going all out on trolls, but if people like this maybe I’ll try to clean it up some more and put it on ao3
Branch gets the bait letter sometime before the wedding. He panics badly, barely stops to leave a note for Poppy before running off to mt rageous.
JD has already spoken with Floyd and left to collect everyone
At first their Reunion is pretty similar to cannon with a bit more confusion and worry
Branch starts trying to get the cover off the vents so he can take Floyd with him- he doesn’t want to leave him there. But It’s a huge metal grate over a vent and he’s one tiny troll there’s only so much he can do
Floyd hears Velvet and Veneer approaching and tells Branch to run. Branch argues against him, keeps trying to open the stupid grate, ignoring Floyd’s pleas for him to run
In the hallway the voices of Velvet and Veneer go quiet but the trolls are too frantic to notice
Floyd points out Branch can’t help him if they’re both caught, and Branch reluctantly agrees to hide
Velvet, who’s been listening at the door, bursts in. She lunges at Branch but he escapes into the vents where she can’t reach him
Vaneer whines they’ll never be able to find him now
Velvet is like hmm… picks up Floyd’s crystal, Floyd seems scared, looking back up at her
“Such a shame. Im not sure this one will last until the next one shows up.” She says loudly
Her voice rattles around the vents and shakes the ground Branch is trying to stand on and he he grits his teeth against it
“Oh im sure another one will show up soon enough, but we have half a dozen shows in the next few days. This one’s getting pretty weak.” she shakes Floyd. “With two, well theres one for each of us! Right veneer?”
“R-right?”
“Im sure two would be able to make it much longer…”
Branch knows what she’s doing. He knows she’s just trying to bait him out. The stupidest thing in the world he could do would be to go down there right now.
But all he can see is how pale floyd is getting, and the terrifying translucence of the tips of his fingers, and-
And. if he goes down there he’ll be useless to save floyd.
He’ll have to just figure out some other way to get floyd out
“We’ll have to keep him with us now, i guess, since theres some little critters running around. We don’t want them bothering our little guest”
Anxiety starts to choke Branch and he tries to push it down. Okay, that complicates things, but it’s fine. It’ll be fine. He’ll still manage to save Floyd. Before it’s too late
He can’t pull himself away from the edge of the vent. He realizes he’s been edging closer and closer on his stomach, out of the shadows, desperate just to see Floyd for a moment longer
Velvet looks around. She sees a shadow in the vent and grins to herself
“Well we’ve gotta get going to our next show. Time for a quick spritz”
She sprays herself
Floyd lifts up from the force of it, eyes rolling back in pain. His body shudders once with the wave, then goes boneless as he drops to the bottom of the bottle
“NO-“ the scream rips through Branch’s throat before he can catch it. Velvet looks at the vent with a predatory look in her eye. Floyd looks dazed and terrified on Branch’s behalf
Velvet takes one predatory step forward and instinctively Branch yells “DON’T MOVE”
Velvet stops, seemingly more out of surprise than anything else. She laghs. “Why should i troll? What’re you gonna do? Sing at me?”
“I’ll disappear into the vents” Branch says with much more confidence than he feels. “By the time you get to me, i can be deep enough that you won’t be able to grab me.”
Velvet frowns, eyes scanning the distance between them, but she dosn’t move forward
“Why not just run off then?” Veneer asks, though it sounds more genuinely confused, lacking his sister’s mocking undertone
Floyd is looking at him with a furrowed brow, confusion evident on his face as he struggles to figure out what branch is doing, even as he leans limply against the side of the bottle
“I have a proposition for you. A trade.”
“Branch, no!” Floyd yells as he figures it out
“Trade for what?”
“For me. You free Floyd, and you can use me instead.”
“Branch, leave, please.” Floyd begs.
Branch ignores him, resolutely pushing down the fear in his chest
Velvet seems to be considering. “Why should I trade?”
“Um… I won't die as fast?” Branch offers, caught off guard. He didn’t expect he’d need to convince her to kidnap him.
“Maybe, but pinkie here is pretty powerful. How do I know you’ll be anywhere near as strong?”
Branch hesitates then forces himself move forward “I’m stronger.”
“No he’s not! He’s terrible!” Floyd insists
“Excuse me?” Branch shoots back, indigent and caught off guard
But Floyd’s not looking at him hes talking to velvet. “He’s awful. If you use him you’ll sound like-” he grasps for how to convince them ”like a broken chalkboard, or nails in a clock, or- or a crying bird!”
“You’re mixing metaphors, babe” Veneer tells him
“Or something! It’ll be bad, okay??” floyd insists desperately
branch feels irrationally a bit hurt because he knows floyd is only saying that to protect him. He takes a deep breath, pushing down all the fear and hurt
“No it won’t. I have the voice of an angel.
Velvet raises an eyebrow. “Prove it.”
He sings a few bars
“Deal.” Velvet agrees to the trade
Now there’s the problem of actually doing the trade
They tell him to come down, he says no you’ll take us both, gimme floyd and then ill come down, they accuse him of the same thing, they agree on branch standing on the edge of the vent and them putting floyd next to him as they pick him up
They do it and branch tries not to shake in fear
They let Branch help Floyd into the vent because he’s so weak, but both Velvet and Veneer are hovering so close and they’ve figured out how to shut some of the vents so even if he wanted to leave he couldn’t
As floyd is placed down he beggs branch “branch please don’t do this, please.”
Branch can’t look at him. He wishes he had something, anything to say
Floyd’s hair wraps around his wrist weakly, it’s all Floyd can manage. Branch just gently takes it off and keeps going
As he steps into velvets hand he tries his best for a comforting smile. “I’ll be back. I promise.”
This time, when one of them walks away, they both know he’s lying
Note: that’s what I have so far! Cue very sick Floyd watching his brother suffer and desperately trying to save him while so weak.
Maybe I’ll continue if ppl like this maybe I’ll finish editing this into something a bit cleaner but we’ll see! Honestly depends if people are interested bc I have other stuff I really should be working on but the trolls hyperfixation hit me with a frying pan and dragged me into the fandom in a burlap sack.
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Chapter nine
'It hurts. My whole body hurts..'
People yelled in the background, panicking and sending orders. "Too much...broken..blood loss..not going to make it."
She managed to partly hear dimly. "Doesn't matter.. she..do everything you can.."
That voice.. Is that Shinobu? Wait, where was she?
(Y/n) tried to open her eyes, but her muscles refused to listen. She was stuck in some kind of sleep paralysis.
Then she was too tired to remind conscious and drifted off to a shallow sleep..
...
The first thing she heard was the soft humming of the nurse beside her as she finished replacing (Y/n)'s bandages.
She opened her eyes partly, barley managing to keep them up. She tried to get the nurses attention, but when she tried to talk, nothing came out. Her throat was too dry to speak. She then moaned in frustration, and that's when the nurse's head turned to her.
Her jaw dropped a little as she stared at her in shock. "S-SHES AWAKE! THE ICE HASHIRA HAS AWAKENED!" She begins to scream as she runs out of the room, causing to (Y/n) ears to ring.
A few seconds later, she heard a few pairs of feet approaching the room in a hurry. She started to sit up, groaning from the piercing pain that stabbed her. "You mustn't do that!" She heard someone say. it was a girl with dark hair and a blue butterfly pin in it, standing at the door. "Let me help you," she got closer to (Y/n) and helped her sit up.
"It's a miracle you're still alive, really.. no one thought you would actually make it. With injuries like you had, a normal person would've died on the spot. Well, you ARE a hashira, though, so I'm not surprised."
The girl tried to make up a conversation, but (Y/n) shook her head and pointed at her throat. "Ah, right! Here, drink some water. Later on I'll give you some warm tea to make you feel better, but that will do for now."
She handed (Y/n) a small cup of water, and she drank them eagerly. "Is everyone okay?" She asked with a raspy voice.
The girl nodded, "Fortunately, yes. Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu recovered pretty fast. They weren't seriously wounded. But you and the flame hashira on the other hand though.."
As she mentioned Rengoku, (Y/n)'s eyes quickly shut open. But before she could finish the sentence, they both heard some noises from the corridors outside.
"Sir, please! You mustn't come out of bed, you might collapse!" A young girl begged, but it seems that the one she was talking to was ignoring her because her pleadings didn't stop.
"Girls, help me here!" She called.
But then, a hand gripped the door frame as the owner used it to help their body move. And at the door stood Rengoku, panting and full of bandages.
His left arm covered his stomach as he stared at (Y/n) with shock and relief. "You're alive.. " he whispered as tears started to stream down his face. "Thank goodness you're alive!!" He then collapsed and fell to the floor.
Three little girls entered the room and tried to carry him back to his room, "Aoi-chan, help us!" They said. The girl that stood next to (Y/n) quickly rushed to their side and helped them carry him back.
(Y/n) stifled a chuckle, 'that man..' she thought playfully, 'so stubborn.'
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"(Y/N)- CHAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!!" An ear ringing scream filled the air. (Y/n) sat in bed that had become her home for the past couple of days as Mitsuri came running into the room.
She sobbed uncontrollably, "(Y/N)-CHAN, I HEARED EVERYTHING! I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA DIE BUT I COULDN'T COME VISIT YOU UNTIL NOW IM SORRYYYYYYY!!!!!" She wrapped her arms around (Y/n)'s head as she continued to cry.
(Y/n) giggled and put her hand on Mitsuri's back, "it's okay, I understand." She then winced in pain, "I will appreciate it if you won't suffocate me to death, though." She managed to say, and Mitsuri immediately backed off. "I'm so sorryyyy I'll be more gentle-"
"Ahem.." a man's voice coughed. Mitsuri looked behind her and saw Rengoku sitting on a chair next to the bed, grinning awkwardly. "AHHH RENGOKU-SANNN I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUU!!" She flinched and wrapped her hands around him too. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE TOOO!!"
Rengoku laughed and patted her in the back, "You should thank (Y/n)! Without her, I wouldn't be here right now!" He nodded, and (Y/n) quickly protested, "Oh stop, you totally saved me back there. Without you covering for me, I wouldn't be here too." She corrected him.
"Stop being so stubborn and accept my praises, (Y/n)! I'm only stating the truth!" He insisted.
"Well, so am I." She replied. Mitsuri stood there awkwardly, "E-ehh.. let's just say you helped each other! That's what teammates do! Oh wait, Rengoku-san, Tengen-san asked me to deliver it to you that he's waiting for you outside." She released her arms around his neck and went to stand beside (Y/n).
"Ah! I didn't expect a visit from him. I should take my leave now!" He got up slowly and headed to the door, (Y/n)'s eyes following his every move without noticing it until he got out of sight. She sighed in disappointment. "Oh,don't worry, he will be back soon." Mitsuri now sat on the wooden chair.
"W-what?" (Y/n) asked as she turned to her. Mitsuri giggled as she tucked some hair behind her ear. "Don't forget who I am, (Y/n)-chan! If there's love anywhere, I can detect it right away!" She said cheerfully.
(Y/n) turned red from her words, shooking her head repeatedly. "L-love??? Oh no, I'm afraid you got it wrong! I mean, Rengoku-san is really important to me, but not romantically!" She explained herself, but the denial only made Mitsuri giggle more. "Even a blind person could see the way you look at him, (Y/n).. your eyes are filled with desire!" She laughed at the flustered girl as she desperately tried to hide her red face.
"Don't say such things, and stop teasing me! It's nothing, it's really nothing!" She shook her head again, her hair becoming ever messier. Mitsuri didn't even try to hide the joy she found in teasing her nonstop. "Ah, but don't get me wrong, Rengoku-san is also horrible at trying to hide it! It's like he's screaming at you that he likes you, but you keep denying it."
"You're mistaken, Rengoku and I are just friends! I know he feels the same way, too!" (Y/n) insisted.
It went on and on, Mitsuri teasing and (Y/n) denying, until Mitsuri had to leave. She cried once again and tore herself off (Y/n), then went to her way.
Now, it was lonely again. She sighed and leaned back. Rengoku was busy recovering as well. He could rarely get out of bed because the nurses wouldn't allow it. She looked out the window longingly, desperately wanting to get some fresh air. She barely got out of bed lately, and she was tired of just sitting in that room.
Suddenly she decided, she will get out no matter what! Just a small stroll in the garden won't hurt..
She carefully set up and moved her body to the side of the bed. The floor looked cold, and there wasn't really something she could lean on if she would fall. 'Maybe this is a bad idea..' Just thinking about the pain that the fall would cause gave her chills.
"What are you doing?" She suddenly heard and flinched. Rengoku stood at the door, leaning against the frame. "Rengoku-san? How are you out of bed? Did the girls let you?" She questioned as he put his finger on his lips, signaling her to be quiet. She quickly nodded.
He got closer to her and sat beside her on the bed. "Although I appreciate their concern about my health, I recover quickly, and I am not as frail as I was a few days ago. So I let myself bend the rules a little, but don't learn from me. You are at a much worse condition." He answered her questions.
She sighed and nodded, looking out of the window again. "I was thinking about taking a stroll in the garden, but as you can see, I was afraid I won't be as stable and fall. May I ask you to help me? My skin is craving the warmth of the sun.." she stared at him as she asked, trying to convince him. Just thinking about staying in bed a little longer made her annoyed.
He then grinned and got up to his feet, "Of course!" He said joyfully. "I would love to reach out a helping hand!" He wrapped his arm around her waist gently as he helped her carry her body weight. "Lean on me," he requested, and she did. She placed her hand on his hip as she rested her head on his chest.
"Okay, let's go!"
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She hummed as she sat under the sun. Oh, how much she needed this. "Thank you, Rengoku-san." She said to the man sitting beside her. He then chuckled, "Back to Rengoku again? What about kyojuro?" He looked at her, and she seemed uncomfortable.
"Well.." she blurted as she became a little flustered from the mention of her behavior back then. "I thought I was going to die there, so i let myself call you that. If I'll try it now, though, it'll feel disrespectful." She admitted as she drew some doodles on the dirt with a stick. "Disrespectful? How would that be disrespectful? I called you by your first name when we barely knew each other!" He called and crossed his arms.
She shook her head slightly, "No, I didn't mind that at all. But you're older than me, and I know that we are both at the same rank, but your abilities are stronger than mine, so I should at least respect that." The sun began to hide behind the clouds, and (Y/n) looked at the sky, disappointed.
"Ah, that's just nonsense! I'm older by a few months! And don't disrespect yourself like that again. Should I remind you that you literally saved my life a few days ago?" He then noticed her body shivering slightly, "are you cold?" He asked.
"Yes, it is quite cold.. but that's okay. It usually happens when it's cloudy. Because of my breathing style, it's sometimes hard for me to keep my body heat." She hugged herself as she looked at the sky.
Rengoku hesitated, "You.. can use me if you'd like.." his cheeks were a little tinted, but that didn't made him run from her gaze. She turned to him with a puzzled expression, "Pardon?" She asked.
"M-my body heat is very high! So if you're feeling cold, you can use me..!" He now seemed a little regretful about the offer. He was afraid it would cause her discomfort. She then chuckled, "it's like we're really the opposite, aren't we?" She smiled, and he shifted closer to her.
They both looked at each other with hesitation, trying not to overstep their "friendship" boundaries, not knowing what was right and what was wrong. Rengoku swallowed thickly as he wrapped his arm on (Y/n)'s shoulders, trying to be as gentle as he could, considering her frail condition. She then rested her head on his chest, rubbing her cheek slightly.
'His heartbeats..' she thought and stifled a chuckle, 'they're so loud.'
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's touch. "It's almost winter," Rengoku whispered. From the lack of response, he looked down at the girl, only to find her sleeping soundly on his chest. Her muscles relaxed, her breathing's deep.
His gaze softened as he caressed her face carefully so he won't wake her up, admiring her features and stroking her hair. "Mmnn.." she grabbed his hand slightly in her sleep.
"Sleep tight, (Y/n).."
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Happy (late) father's day! Here's a fic about dads in ace attorney. Set a few years (not sure how many) after aai2. Trigger warnings are in the tags.
Justine had to work today. She had a last minute trial come up that she had to reside over, but she told me that I should take today off. She knows what today is. She didn't say, but I know she knows. I've known today was coming for so long but now that it's here, I don't know what to feel. I don't want to think about it at all. So I ask Mr Edgeworth if I can stay at his office for the day. He says he's busy, but that I can stay if I just want company. I agree. Because the last thing I want today is to be left alone to think too much.
“Mr Edgeworth?” I say. “What's your father like?”
He stiffens slightly, but doesn't look up.
“I'm not comfortable talking about my father,” he says.
“Why not?”
“Because he passed away.”
“Oh. I'm sorry. I-I didn't know.”
“It's alright. I don't tell people very often.” He doesn't take his eyes off the page.
There's silence.
“Why do you ask?” he says, eventually.
“Because… My Pops isn't a normal father. Is he?”
Mr Edgeworth finally puts down his paper. “No, Sebastian, he's not. I know it may be difficult for you to accept that.”
“It's okay. It's easier than always trying to please him. I just…I don't know what it's like to have a normal father. I was just curious. Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.”
“You didn't upset me, don't worry.”
There's another pause.
“My dad was great,” Kay pipes up.
“Really?”
“His name was Byrne Faraday, he was a prosecutor. He was funny, he made jokes and played games and that kind of thing, but he could be serious if he needed to be. He gave me this notebook when I was a kid and I've treasured it ever since.”
She pulls the notebook out from somewhere. I wipe my hands on my pants before taking it, scared that I'll mess up such a precious item. It has a list of promises, about not trusting strangers and trying to learn about new things.
“Kay?” I say. “Your dad, is he…?”
“Yeah, he died when I was ten.”
“I'm sorry.”
“It's okay. I miss him, of course, but…it was a long time ago. I just try to carry on his legacy and make sure he'd be proud of me.”
“Do you think he is? Proud of you?”
“I hope so. But I know all I can do is try my best.”
I can feel Mr Edgeworth watching us, and I guess Kay can too.
“Mr Edgeworth, just because your dad died, doesn't mean you have to forget him,” Kay says.
“I haven't forgotten him.”
“Then why don't you want to talk about him?”
He doesn't answer.
“You have feelings, I know it. I think you're just scared to show it.”
“It's not your business, Kay.”
“No, it is my business. You're so scared to admit you're close to anyone in case you lose them one day, but that's no way to live. Because if they do die, they'll die never knowing how much they meant to you. You don't realise how much your macho attitude affects others. Gummy thinks you have no respect for him at all. And Sebastian doesn't know what to make of how you feel about him.”
“If Sebastian has a problem with me, he can tell me himself.”
I don't know what to think. Everything's too loud. I can feel my breathing getting faster.
“Please stop yelling,” I mumble.
“If you never let anyone talk or even think about your dad, he's going to fade from everyone's memories and that's not fair to him. Because all we can do now is remember him. Unless he was some kind of terrible dad like Sebastian's was.”
“Kay, I'll thank you not to make comparisons like that.”
“Well how am I supposed to know if you won't-”
“STOP!” I finally explode. “Stop fighting. Please stop.”
“Sebastian?”
“I'm sorry Sebastian, I didn't mean to stress you out.”
“I…I can't breathe. What's happening to me?”
“You're having a panic attack,” Mr Edgeworth says, softly. “Your body thinks you're in a life or death situation, but it's alright, just try to breathe deeply and you'll soon revert back to normal.”
“My hands…I can't feel my hands.”
Mr Edgeworth takes one of my hands into his and starts gently squeezing each finger in turn. “Can you feel that?”
“Mmhm.”
“Just keep breathing, you'll be alright.”
“I'm sorry.”
“There's no need to apologise.”
“I don't know why I reacted like that.”
“You must…have a lot on your mind,” Kay says.
Mr Edgeworth switches to my other hand and continues until the sensation comes back in all of my fingers. I test them out. I think I feel normal now. My head kind of hurts, but my breathing has slowed down a lot. I feel like I want to cry.
“I don't want to talk about Pops,” I say, before anyone can say anything first. “I know he's being executed today. I don't want to think about it, it confuses me.”
“It's alright, you don't have to speak about anything that you don't want to,” Mr Edgeworth says.
There's a pause.
“Kay, the reason I don't like to remember my father is because I used to think I was the one responsible for his death.”
“Really?”
“My memories around the incident are hazy. I remember being frightened and panicking. And once it was over, I couldn't come up with a better conclusion for how he died other than that I had shot him myself by accident. It would be many years before my theory was disproved and his true killer was unmasked.”
“So…everything's okay?” I say. “You didn't kill your father?”
“Feelings are unusual things. Even though logically I knew that I held no responsibility for his death, the guilt I had felt for so many years couldn't just disappear. I still feel deeply uncomfortable when I think about my father.”
“But not every memory you have of him is his death, right?”
“It paints everything in a different light. It hurts to remember him because it reminds me that had that incident never happened, he would likely still be alive and well.”
“But is that better than forgetting him?” Kay says.
“No, it's not.” He sighs. “Kay, I concede this victory to you. You're right. And I apologise for my behaviour.”
She looks surprised. Then grins.
“Mr Edgeworth, I thought you never lose,” I say.
“That's not true. Know this, Sebastian: in life, you will face a lot of disagreements in and outside of court. You must know when it's worth it to fight to the bitter end, and when it's more beneficial to reevaluate your position.”
“Okay. I'll remember that.”
“I'll be back in a moment.”
“Are you okay now, Sebastian?” Kay asks.
“I think so.”
“Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I feel really bad about it.”
“It's okay.”
It seemed like Kay had that rant in her for a while, and today was just the day it finally came out.
Mr Edgeworth returns with a photo album, which he places on the ground in front of us.
“My father's name was Gregory Edgeworth. He was a defence attorney.”
“A defence attorney?”
“Yes. I was going to be one as well, but… life doesn't always go the way you expect.”
He opens the photo album. The first photo is of young Mr Edgeworth and an older man in a shirt, clean haircut and glasses. He's holding his son close to him and they're both smiling. I stare at the page for a very long time.
“Why didn't I get that?” I didn't mean to say that out loud, but once I did, I had to clarify. “A normal childhood. I didn't need Pops to be perfect, but…my whole life, he made me feel like I was the problem. I was never good enough for him.”
“He held you to an impossible standard.”
“But he wasn't even…a good person.”
I feel my throat tightening. I don't want to cry over him again. I want him to mean nothing to me.
“Why couldn't I just have a good pops instead?”
“Life is not always fair,” Mr Edgeworth says. “That's why we exist. To right the wrongs. And to do that, we must be willing to put the past behind us and move on.”
“Is this why you hated my Pops so much? Because you know what a good father is and that he isn't one?”
“Perhaps subconsciously. But I was upset with your father because he seeked to frame Kay for his wrongdoings. A child who at the time had no memory of who she was. She was the most vulnerable and he exploited that fact.”
I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. I look at Kay, and she seems uncomfortable, but doesn't say anything.
“I'm sorry,” I say. “I thought you were guilty too at first.”
“It's okay,” she says.
“You were only searching for the truth,” Mr Edgeworth puts in. “Your father wished to conceal it. That's the difference between you two.”
“Do you think he's dead yet?”
“I can find out if you'd like.”
“No. I…I'm scared. I might suddenly change my mind and want them to stop.”
“I don't think you have the power to stop an execution, Sebastian.”
“It's a good thing you're here,” Kay says. “Being there would only hurt you emotionally.
“Right. You're right. Pops deserves what he's getting now, I know that. I just didn't want to see it happen. Thanks. For letting me be here.”
“It's not a problem, Sebastian,” Mr Edgeworth says.
I spend the rest of the day looking at their photos and listening to their stories. Trying to figure out what a real family is.
Pops was never really family to me, even though he was all I had, but he can't hurt me anymore, he's dead now.
Maybe, without realising it, I've found a new family.
#I haven't posted a fic in a while sorry about that#Just been uninspired. But I might post an old one later idk#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#ace attorney fanfiction#fanfiction#aai2#aai2 spoilers#miles edgeworth investigations#kay faraday#sebastian debeste#blaise debeste#byrne faraday#gregory edgeworth#tw father mention#tw death sentence#tw death mention#tw capital punishment#tw panic attack#found family#tw execution#tw abuse#tw emotional abuse
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Well, I tried.
I tried my darndest.
The result is mediocre at best, but have my best attempt at 'fixing' Ignatz's and Lysithea's support chain. I suppose I'd call this a B+ support with some light contextual padding involving the other Deer?
(I am so sorry Ignatz and fellow Ignatz lovers out there: writing this from her point of view made the most sense and each time I dissed my boy I felt it in my heart, dude. I'm in pain right now.)
hilda is his big sister and i will live, breathe, fight, and die on this hill
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Lysithea hates hot days. She hates the feeling of sweat trickling down her forehead into her eyes; hates the cloying smell of the candles in the entrance hall. She hates the constant bustle of the harvest, filling the monastery with crowds of new people who all - without exception - treat her like a child.
She hates that most of all. How anyone could stand being patronized and assisted at every turn, she didn’t know. To be treated as lesser. As weaker. That she could never understand.
As if on cue, the painter she doesn’t understand rounds the corner, and he offers her an all-too-cheery wave.
“Oh, hey.” She doesn’t bother to wave back. “It's you. Going for a walk again today?”
He shakes his head. “No, I'm on cooking duty today, and I have to head into town for some groceries.”
“All on your own?” Lysithea puts her hands on her hips. “Hm, I'd better go with you. I'd be worried if you went by yourself.”
“No, please! I can manage on my own.”
“But won't you have a hard time carrying everything back?”
“Not at all. I'll be fine. I'm just replacing a few ingredients. Also, I may not look it, but I'm actually quite strong.” He holds up an arm, pride beaming from his smile. “I've been exercising every day!”
“You're right-” Lysithea crosses her arms, “you don't look it. Your biceps are a fraction of the size of Raphael's. If you start fumbling around under the weight of all the groceries, and then you trip and spill everything everywhere…”
Ignatz’s arm and smile have both dropped. Lysithea shrugs.
“Look, I'm just saying, that could be your future. It could happen. It doesn't look pretty.”
He looks down toward his shoes. “That's what you think of me, huh?”
“Yep. You're honestly a bit of a mess.”
“I see.” The painter lifts his head. “If that's how you feel…”
Lysithea feels her lip curling up, and she does nothing to fight the disdain. “Oh, knock it off with the wounded puppy-dog eyes! As though I'm some sort of villain in your story…”
“I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention. I'm just a bit sensitive, that's all.”
Of course he is.
“You're talking like you don't respect me.”
Lysithea snorts. “I see. So now it's my fault? No matter how grown you seem to think you are, there's so much you're incapable of. You can play at being a mature adult, but it only ever complicates things. And that's exactly what makes you look like a child.”
“Oh, enough already!”
Lysithea has never heard Ignatz yell before. The sound is startling and shrill, grating in a way she never expected his soft voice to be. She’s never seen him angry before, either - his eyes hot and face flushed as he clenches his hands to his chest.
“Would you just leave me alone?!”
The boy turns and darts away- and for a moment, his eyelashes glitter with a wetness that wasn’t there before.
A long moment of silence hangs over Lysithea as she stands alone. Finally, words return to her tongue.
“Maybe I… went a bit far that time…”
She shakes her head.
“But he's so stubborn despite his ineptitude. I can't just leave it be. He's so foolish—constantly making a mess of things. Wait... But then... No matter how much we stretch, some things are always beyond us. I think it's fine to be vulnerable and ask for help sometimes. What he said to me before…”
She stops.
“To everyone else, do I seem just like Ignatz?”
Lysithea von Ordelia wasn’t in trouble - at least, not yet.
It seemed that despite Ignatz’s many shortcomings - the artist was indecisive, absent-minded, and woefully inadequate at any attempt to care for himself - he wasn’t a tattletale. Though, Lysithea thought, that probably had more to do with his scaredy-cat nature than anything else. The kid acted like a baby at the sound of thunder. The first and last time he’d ever been on a pegasus ended in an emergency trip to the infirmary when he’d panicked and flailed himself off the animal mid-flight, leaving him concussed, confused, and blind as a bat without his glasses - and the rest of class time had been wasted in a house-wide search on hands and knees in the grass for the blasted things.
Ridiculous.
But he would crack. Eventually, he would crack.
Lysithea sighed, leaning her head on her hand. At the very least, a good tongue-lashing from the Professor and Manuela would mean Lysithea wouldn’t have to sit with this strange heaviness in her chest anymore.
She could move on.
One day passed. Ignatz was nowhere to be found. No one said anything about it, not even the Professor. Leonie was put on cooking duty in his stead that night; at least she used less vegetables than her predecessor did. Still not enough sweets… but Lysithea wasn’t sure she had the stomach for cake today, anyway.
One day turned into two. Ignatz’s seat at the front of the lecture hall was still empty. The Professor reminded everyone to be careful- winter was just around the corner, she didn’t want to worry about anyone getting sick due to changes in the weather. Like always, Marianne excused herself after class- though Lysithea was pretty sure that the stables were in the opposite direction of the lower student dormitories. Where Ignatz’s room was.
Two days turned to three. Claude was sitting in Ignatz’s seat today, lounging comfortably like he had been in that spot all year. His own usual place next to Hilda in the back- well, the door creaked open a few minutes into the lecture, and Lysithea ducked her head to peek. There was Ignatz, somehow even smaller and paler than she remembered, being shepherded toward Hilda by an unusually solemn Lorenz. Hilda pulled him down to sit beside her and bumped her cheek gently against his shoulder.
Three days turned to a full week - and Lysithea realized she hadn’t seen Ignatz in the dining hall for a while. Raphael shrugged it off when she asked him why he was leaving the dining hall with two plates- one specifically full of his best friend’s favorite foods. As her fellow student disappeared out into the late morning, Lysithea found herself wondering how much of it Ignatz would actually eat.
Soon, an entire moon had passed. And still, no one had come to reprimand her for her outburst.
She hadn’t moved on.
Ignatz wasn’t in the library. He wasn’t in the stables. He wasn’t in the cathedral. He wasn’t in the training grounds, or the sauna, or market. The infirmary only held a tipsy Manuela, and the knight’s hall had an arguing Catherine and Shamir- but no sign of the be-spectacled artist.
At this rate, all the courage Lysithea had summoned over lunch was going to dissipate before dinner. She shook her head as she pushed open the door to the greenhouse-
"There you are!"
The boy crouched on the floor with a sketchbook jumped like he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.
"L-Lysithea-"
"I've been looking everywhere for you."
It was ever so slightly, but Lysithea could still see it: Ignatz had paled at that statement.
"Ah," was all he said.
An uncomfortable silence fell between the two. The artist stared down at the ground, hunched over his sketchbook like he was hiding something naughty.
Lysithea took a step forward. "What are you drawing?” She tried. “Flowers?"
"I'm not drawing." He clutched the papers a little closer to his chest.
"You've got charcoal on your hands," she pointed out, "you've been drawing."
He gulped, turning wide, frightened eyes to face her.
"I- it isn't anything important."
"Can I see?"
"U-uh-"
He hadn't said no.
Lysithea walked over next to him, peering over his shoulder. He scrunched down a little lower, but his narrow frame couldn't hide the massive bouquet of flowers sprawled across the page. One huge lily was the centerpiece, entangled in a rich bundle of baby's breath and forget-me-nots. A doodle of a bumblebee, as fuzzy and soft and round as the real thing, sat sleepily on the lily's petals, resting delicate legs against the flower's elegant throat.
Lysithea's breath caught in her throat. "That's- really good."
"It's… not done yet." The boy fidgeted. "I wanted it to be finished first… before you saw it, I mean."
"Before I saw it?"
Ignatz nodded once, somehow shrinking even further into his uniform. "Lilies are your favorite, I thought, a-and I wanted to get it perfect-"
“They look done to me.”
"My shading isn't right-" The boy shook himself. "But- I guess that doesn't matter anymore."
Lysithea glanced up. Now was the perfect time to say it. She opened her lips; and all of a sudden, her mouth felt drier than the Sreng desert. The two were just staring at each other. Funny- Ignatz’s ears were bright pink, she noticed, the same color as the carnations behind him.
Then, like a water through a broken dam, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “I wanted to apologize- for yelling! I shouldn’t have yelled at you before-”
Lysithea's mouth dropped open and she stared at the red faced boy on the ground in front of her. He - Ignatz Victor - was apologizing to her - Lysithea von Ordelia?
Surely she had heard him wrong.
“That’s what the flowers were supposed to be for. And-" Ignatz dove into his bag, rummaging frantically, "and I asked Hilda what perfume she wears, and she helped me find some. It took a month for it to arrive in the caravan, but-"
"Stop it, Ignatz."
Ignatz froze, clutching the tiny crystal bottle to his chest. “S-sorry.”
"No, just-” Lysithea bit her lip. “Listen. Is that why you've been avoiding me?"
Ignatz stared down at the ground. "I just wanted to apologize properly."
“Oh, Goddess-" Lysithea pressed her palms into her eyes. "If you were literally anyone else, I’d think you were doing this on purpose.”
“Doing- what?”
She dragged her hands down her face and blinked at him through her fingers. "Just- piling on the guilt."
The painter blanched. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Stop saying that."
Like magic, Ignatz fell silent.
Lysithea looked down at her hands. "Stop saying it, because… um…"
She swallowed hard.
"Because I'm the one who needs to apologize."
Her face flared hot at the look of shock on his.
"I- I yelled at you first. And- and I said some really… really awful things. To you. About you- just because I was mad. And- I felt like it, in the moment… I called you an incapable child."
He winced.
"And-" she pushed on, "and I was going to let it go. I was going to let it sit and not say anything because, surely, the Professor would find out and scold me, and then I'd be done. But that didn't happen."
There was the apology, forming on his lips; she cut him off before he could start up again.
"And it's good that it didn't happen. Because I would have forgotten it. Like a child, I would have let it go- when… a real adult would say sorry."
She took a deep breath.
"And I am. I'm really, really sorry."
He stared at her, his brown eyes like saucers in his thin face.
Lysithea's heart sunk into her shoes. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until now, but- he wasn't going to forgive her, was he?
She deserved that, she supposed. After all she'd said-
"...can I still give you the perfume?" Ignatz held out the crystal bottle with a shy smile. "I won't use it… and I'd like you to have it. As a token of- my forgiveness? Though…" He flushed. "That sounds silly- a token of our friendship."
A wave of relief crashed into Lysithea's knotted stomach and she smiled back, reaching for the pink vial. "Thank you."
Ignatz paled as she pulled away. "Wait-"
She looked down. A dark line of charcoal was smeared across her little finger, right where her hand had brushed his.
"I'm so sorry-"
"Stop it." Lysithea rubbed her hand on her dress. "See? Gone. Can't even tell against the black uniform."
She dropped to sit next to him, and her hair fell over his shoulder. Normally, she would have avoided sitting that close to anyone- it made her look even smaller by comparison. But today- today it would be okay.
He tapped his paper. "I still want to finish this before I give it to you, though."
"Can I watch?"
"Oh- um…" He blushed. "If you want to. I'm not sure it'll be much fun-"
"I'm too tired for fun right now, I think."
They smiled at each other.
"Me too."
The two sat in silence as Ignatz's stick of charcoal slid across the page with a gentle scratch- but this was different than before. This was mutual. Comfortable. Calming and soothing in their togetherness.
A little thought bubbled up in Lysithea's brain.
"I've been thinking." Lysithea turned to look up at the boy sitting beside her.
His hand paused and he tilted his head at her. "Yes?"
"Maybe… maybe I should try something new. Something I'm- not… good at… right away. And- and learn how to accept help."
Ignatz shifted slightly. "...I could teach you how to paint."
Lysithea looked up. "Huh?"
"I could teach you how to paint," Ignatz repeated, pushing his glasses up his nose with an excited twitch Lysithea hadn't seen in a long, long time. "If you wanted to, of course, but for something new- something different… something I can help you with-"
He stopped, a blush shooting up his neck into his cheeks.
"Not that I think you'll be bad at it, I just meant-"
"I think I'd like that."
Lysithea smiled.
"Thanks, Ignatz."
It’s been a while.
Lysithea looks up at Ignatz’s bedroom door. She can hear him on the other side, humming pleasantly to himself as he muddles about the room. He’s got a nice voice, she thinks. It isn’t clear and full from years of training like Manuela’s, or bright and soaring like Hilda’s. It's soft, and a bit wavery on low notes, but it's warm and sure. Like an old, familiar hug after a long journey.
She puts her hand on the door, and it gives beneath her fingers.
“Um, hey…”
“Oh! Lysithea.” Ignatz turns with a smile. “Something I can do for you?”
“Can you help me out with my shopping?”
“Yes, of course. You need me to carry stuff?”
“Actually, can you pick up some tea for me? I'd do it, but I'm drowning in work.”
”You're so busy you can't go shopping? OK. Do you have a favorite kind of tea?”
“I'm not too picky. I just like having it around, really. Whatever's cheapest works for me." She holds out a palmful of gold. "Here's some money.”
Ignatz doesn’t accept the coins. “One question. Why me? You don't really need my help for this.”
“I just thought I could lean on you a bit. You know,” a smile creeps across her lips, “rather than trying to do everything on my own.”
“Right. I see. Well, good! I'm glad you decided to approach me.” That old familiar blush crosses his cheeks. “Ah, but, for this particular task, you might be better off doing it yourself.”
“Oh?”
“There are so many different kinds of tea, and I'm not very discerning." He rubs a hand against the back of his head. "What if I get you one you don't like? When I do my own shopping, I pick a tea at random. Otherwise I'd be paralyzed by all the choices. It's the same with food. Sometimes I stare and stare at the options and never decide.”
That, Lysithea thinks, is a burden I can take off his plate- and put some cake on it instead.
Aloud, she adds,“You looked like you were just fine when you went to get groceries the other day.”
“I really had to push myself to do that alone. I don't think I can do that again.” His head dips ever so slightly. “Sorry…”
Lysithea pockets the gold with a half-smile. “Aha. So you've stopped trying to do things on your own, then?”
“Yeah. Still, though…” he looks around the room. “For today, how about you have some of my tea? If that'll do…”
“Sounds nice, sure. Do you mind brewing mine while you're at it?”
“OK!” He grins. “Though I can't do it as skillfully as Lorenz, I'm afraid. I'll get it ready right away. Feel free to start focusing on your work.”
His smile still has a hint of the nervous boy from years earlier. He hasn’t changed completely.
Lysithea smiles down at the worn carpet on his floor. “Heh.”
Ignatz tilts his head at her. “What?”
“I mean," she glances up at him, "you seem plenty reliable to me.”
“I do? Really? How so?”
“You're fun, you're easy to be around, and you rarely complain when you help others.”
Ignatz chuckles. He has a pleasant laugh; gentle and sweet. “Well, I'm just pouring you some tea. I'm not sure that qualifies as ‘help.’”
Lysithea isn't going to let him deflect praise this time. She leans forward, an insistent gleam in her eyes. “It's not easy for me to rely on people, but with you, it's different.”
“Well, there aren't many things I can do, frankly."
Lysithea furrows her brows at him with an exaggerated frown. He laughs outright at that, raising his hands in a gesture of placation.
"What I can do, I will do! So if you need anything, ask me, and I'll try to help.”
Hmph. Verbal praise does very little for her artistic friend, it seems. If he won't take it, then-
She sighs.
Ah, well. What was the harm in one childish action?
Like a cat, she pounces. She throws herself at him, squeezing his ribcage as tightly as her weak arms could manage.
This will have to do.
“You really are unreliable, as it turns out!" She laments,"Guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”
Ignatz laughs again- and this time the rumble in his chest tickles against her nose. A gentle pressure slides around her waist: it's his arms, she realizes. Strong despite their slenderness, he's returning her embrace. He's hugging her back.
Lysithea can't stop the hot flush of embarrassment. This is so undignified. So immature. So unlike the perfect image she has worked so hard to cultivate.
And yet, she thinks, she doesn't really mind.
#fire emblem three houses#ignatz victor#lysithea von ordelia#and other assorted golden deer#idk man i tried my best#she's so mean to him#and for literally no reason whatsoever#yes he's my favorite guy but also like#i think unless you actively dislike the little guy you'd agree their support is unnecessarily mean#i thought about rewriting it entirely but i had no good ideas
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Heaven is not waiting for me anymore
Clark Kent x Male!Reader Kent
Request - where y/n is the son of Clark and Lois from the injustice universe. He has kryptonite in his system where he is unable to use his powers because clark (injustice) made an example of him so he can show fear. After that he has been cold to others and distance with people including Barbara who he has feelings for but so much has happened. So he has to relay on martial art from training. with bruce, he also has a bat suit. He also have a deep hatred for his father (injustice superman).
Earth 2- Injustice Universe
You lost your mother Lois because of the Joker. Your father Clark snapped, he became a different person. Now he is starting to kill criminals and doesn't care about anyone or you. He doesn't stand for hope anymore now he stands for destruction. You feel that you lost both of your parents, you don't wear the symbol of hope anymore.
You made a plan to stop your father. You didn't think fully out the plan, but you have kryptonite inside a gun. You are half Kryptonian and kryptonite is still your weakness.
You have been tracking your father, he is about to kill a criminal robbing a bank. But you stepped in and punched him in the face. Everyone saw what you did, they take out their phones and start to record. Now you and Clark start to fight each other.
“You are destroying everything! You are no god!!” You yelled.
“I am a God. Everyone bows down to me and you would bow down to me” Clark said.
You take out the gun, you pulled the trigger. But he used speed to grab the gun and there is one bullet left. Now he will make sure everyone will watch what he will do next. He has his hand around your throat, you are struggling to breathe and tears go down your face.
“Anyone who tries to disobey me or think they can kill me, this will happen!” Clark yelled.
He aimed the gun on your chest and pulled the trigger. Everyone is in shock at what happened, he throws you to the ground. You are in pain and you try to use your powers but can't. Barbara arrived at the scene, she used Batarang to distract him. He left and Barbara picked you up and takes you to the bat cave.
---
A week later...
You have been in a coma for a week, Barbara and Bruce have been taking care of you. You wake up and you see Barbara looking at a computer screen.
“What happened?” You asked.
She turns around and walked towards you.
“You have been in a coma for a week. The kryptonite was close to your heart. You lost a lot of blood and it was too much kryptonite in your system” Barbara said.
You touch your chest and you see the scar. You sighed and she gives you a cup of water.
“Thank you, Barbara. But I have to go” You said.
“Your father thinks you are dead. Don't do anything stupid, you almost died and if it happens again he would kill you” Barbara said.
“He needs to be stopped,” You said.
“I know. But he is stronger than you, you are thinking reckless” Barbara said.
You take out the iv from your arms and take off the hospital gown. She gave you a hoodie and sweat pants.
“Where are you going?” Barbara asked.
“Dont worry about me,” You said.
She watched you walk away and she called Bruce and told him what happened. You went to a rundown motel and you want to be alone. Your father thinks you're dead and he is still killing criminals, no one can stop him.
Days went by, you didn't leave the motel room for anything. Barbara didn't check up on you, she wanted to give you space. And she has been busy with Bruce designing a suit.
You are in bed watching tv, you hear a knock on the door but you don't get up. She starts to knock louder, but you don't move.
“Y/n! Open the door now” Barbara yelled.
You sighed heavily then got out of bed and opened the door.
“What!?” You yelled.
“Are you done with the pity party!?” Barbara asked.
“How did you find me?” You asked.
She walks in and you closed the door. The motel room is a dump.
“Wasn't hard. I put a tracker on the hoodie you left with. I know you still want to stop your dad, so come with me” Barbara said.
“Why should I? Plus he still thinks I'm dead” You said.
“To train. You are still weak if you went to fight him now well he will break like a stick” Barbara said.
“Fine,” You said.
You leave with Barbara, she took you to Bruce’s mansion. You and Barbara have feelings for each other, you told her, and you were going to ask her out but tragically struck. Her feelings for you haven't changed but she wants to be there for you. She wants you to open up to her but you won't.
“Y/n, how are you,” Bruce said.
“Why do you want me here?” You asked.
“To help you train and stop your father,” Bruce said.
“Okay,” You said.
---
Bruce and Barbara started to train with you in Martial arts. Today you are fighting against Bruce, Barbara, and the League of Assassins. Some are friends with Bruce and they agreed to train you. They are pushing your limits, they don't let you rest. Any mistake you make will let you know and make you train harder.
During the night, Bruce is training you with weapons. Barbara shows you how to use the weapons, you did struggle to fight with weapons. Bruce and the league of assassins easily knocked the weapons out of your hands.
After training Barbara would want to spend time with you, but you would lock yourself in the bedroom. She gives you space and she goes back to the bat cave.
“Here is your dinner, master y/n,” Alfred said.
“Thank you. You don't have to call me ‘master’, Alfred” You said.
“Master, y/n you shouldn't hide from the world. Yes, you are going through a tough time but that doesn't mean you can't be happy in the end. You should let yourself grieve for your mother, she was a wonderful woman and she was strong” Alfred said.
“I wish everything didn't change,” You said.
“We all feel the same way. But now you have a chance to create the life you want a new one. what would your mother say right now?” Alfred said.
What made you think what he said, he walks out of the room. You start to eat the food and keep thinking about what he said.
✯ ✬ ✫ ✬
A few weeks later...
Bruce and Barbara have been designing a suit for you. They finished with the suit and they watched you test out the suit. Last few weeks, you were training from dawn until the next day. You mastered fighting with weapons and learned new combat moves. You are still distant from Barbara, two days ago you got into a huge argument with her.
You are still in love with her but you want to protect her from your father. You don't want to see Barbara get hurt.
“What do you think of the suit?” Barbara asked.
You take off the helmet.
“I like it and I can move in it,” You said.
“You are okay with the symbol?” Bruce asked.
“I like it,” You said.
The suit is all black, the Batman symbol is red, the eyes are red, the gloves have sharp claws, and the suit protects you from kryptonite. Barbara and Bruce start to suit and you put the helmet back on.
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You three found Bruce in the city, you stopped him from killing someone.
“Son, you came back from the dead” Clark said.
“This ends today,” You said.
“I see you are wearing a new symbol -”
“You ruined the legacy of being a Kryptonian!” You yelled.
He used heat vision to attack you but you dodged it. Now Clark is fighting you while Barbara and Bruce are trying to get the citizens away from the fight. Clark punched you and you hit the ground, he used speed to grab you by the neck.
“This time I will make sure you are dead,” Clark said.
“You are not the same father that I used to have. He is dead to me!” You yelled.
You took out, you tased him, and he lets you go. You and Clark used heat vision at the same time, you used more strength to not fall. You throw Batarang at him and it started to explode.
He fell then you start to punch him in the face over and over. All the anger you have for him starts to come out. You take out the kryptonite dagger and you try to stab but he has his wrapped around your hands.
“Y/n! Y/n don't kill him” Barbara yelled.
“He deserves to die!” You yelled.
“That is an easy escape for him! You are much better than him, don't become like him” Barbara said.
Something clicked in your mind.
“I want you to suffer until the day you die. I lost my mom and my father” You said.
You moved away from him and he starts to stand up. Bruce played a video of Lois on the big screen and starts to watch, you your father cry.
The moment where Clark held Lois before she died.
“I can't lose you” Clark cried.
“I will always love you, Clark. I will always remember you and y/n, please be there for each other. He is going need to you. Tell him, I love him...”
You start to cry and it would be the last time you hear her voice.
“Son, I am sorry for the chaos I caused,” Clark said.
“I don't believe you and I will never will. You killed my friend Shazam and many others. You are lucky I didn't kill you because of Barbara. This is the last time you will see me” You said.
You take out the Phantom Zone projector and you sent him to the Phantom Zone.
✯ ✬ ✫ ✬
Time Skip...
You and Barbara became an official couple. She makes you happy and you carrying boxes into her apartment. You are going to live with her and she is very happy about that.
You and Barbara sat on the couch and she gave you a peck on the lips.
“So happy that was the last box,” Barbara said.
“Now we have to unbox everything,” You said.
“How about we go get something to eat and we do it later?” Barbara said.
You kissed her on the lips.
“Sounds good to me,” You said.
Later, you and Barbara spend half of the night unboxing everything. You did use speed to do it faster which Barbara is happy about. You and Barbara would save the city together but you don't kill criminals who rob a store. You would kill if it's a life and death situation only.
#x male reader#male!reader#dc imagine#superman imagine#superman x son#x son#Clark Kent x son#clark kent x male!reader#clark kent x reader
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why steve rogers returning to the past was wrong
disclaimer: im clearly a stucky enthusiast, but please, do not be thrown off by that. i admit, there may be undertones of bias because of that in the following, but i did my best with trying to lay out the facts and draw logical conclusions, so do please give me a chance. also, i may have accidentaly omitted some moments and some quotes may not be 100% word for word, as my memory lowkey sucks. ALSO this is NOT a peggy hate post!! i think shes a dope and underrated character and quite frankly she was done dirty. but i also definitely h8 the trope of badass woman falls for the hero.
first and foremost, every sane person knows endgame was complete and utter bullshit when dealing with steves character, so this post will be more for you to maybe show (and hopefully convince) some stubborn friend or family member. nice, concise (not) and including proof from the movies (+a few tweets and stucky undertones, if u dont fw that i respect it but bucky is an integral part to steves character regardless of how u interpret their relationship) here is why steves character development was thrown away at the end of endgame.
let us begin at looking at the cap trilogy.
in ca:tfa it should be noted that steve had no one to return to in the 40s, except bucky. i believe steves relationship with peggy was no where near as developed as it should have been to elicit him returning exclusively for her. as we are aware, steves driving force has absolutely always been bucky. bucky was there for steve after his parents died, when he was sick, and always protected him from whatever trouble he got himself into. "until the end of the line" right? steves relationship with peggy was forced and short lived, literally, we're talking a matter of months here. i need to keep emphasising the important disparity between bucky and peggy, as it is absolutely key in this whole argument. steve dropped everything and went against every order just to even attempt to save bucky. even the slightest chance of him surviving being captured was enough for steve to break into a hydra camp and free the 107th division. steve even had the chance to capture zola, one of the main villains and masterminds of the war, but again, steve prioritised bucky. when theyre trying to escape the exploding hydra camp, the exchange between steve and bucky is critical. steve says "go! get out of here!" as all he wanted was bucky escaping safely. he put bucky's life over his own (this wasnt the first time he did this, nor the last) but bucky rooted himself to the spot, and yelled back "no, not without you!". they both escaped safely as we know, and then steve gathers the howling commandos to take down the red skull. bucky then falls off the train, nd steve blames himself for his death, even visibly crying over it twice. steves morals went from "i dont wanna kill anyone. i dont like bullies, i dont care where theyre from" before buckys death, to "i wont stop until all of hydra are dead or captured" after. stuff happens and steve defeats the red skull and is now in control of the flying ship with the bombs. he connects the comms with peggy and she tries to convince him theres another way to disarm the ship. steve was so dedicated at that point he didnt even want to hear it. he didnt even attempt to do anything to ensure his survival. this alone proves, peggy was not important enough to him to return to.
next is ca:tws. The stevebucky movie. in the museum, peggy confirms that steve saved the man from the 107th division who eventually became her husband (steve was never in the 107th, just to clarify) i believe her husbands name was daniel sousa (as revealed in the marvels agents of shield show) steve then finds out peggy is alive and talks to her. she, in short, tells him she's lived her life, and it was his turn to live his in the time hes in. the "my best girl" line was unnecessary and out of place; again, steve barely knew her. again, shit goes down, and steve finds out the winter soldier is bucky and immediately drops everything, and becomes dead set on saving him. not killing, not imprisoning, but saving him. no matter the cost. "he saw me, and he didnt even know me" "hes not the kind you save, hes the kind you stop. he won't recognise you" "he will." god, steve KNEW bucky would recognise him. regardless of the brainwashing, steve managed to break through the barrier hydra fought so hard to drill into buckys mind. nothing ever broke him out of that state exept for steve. "im not gonna fight you, youre my friend." "youre my mission" "then finish it. cos im with you till the end of the line." [[good fucking lord let me break out of my essay-esque semi professional format here and just say how fucking heartbreaking those lines are. oh my god. read them, over and over until it hits you.]] steve shows us again, that he is willing to not only die for bucky, but literally die by his hand. he would let bucky kill him. he'd dropped his shield. he didnt fight back. steve always, always, ALWAYS got up and fought back. always. exept that time. the time bucky could have killed him. that scene is the essence of "im with you till the end of the line" because then, it was true. it was true because steve was okay with dying at buckys mercy. theres a difference between sacrificing yourself for the greater good (steve going into the ice), willing to die for someone (steve risking his life multiple times in attempts to save bucky) and finally, being willing to let someone kill you, because you love and trust them so much (hellicarier scene). the difference between peggy and bucky's relationship to steve is that steve may be willing to die for either, but only willing to be killed by one. not to mention, bucky pulled steve from the river. he recognised him. steve broke through 70 years of brainwashing with such impact it literally drove bucky away from hydra out of his own free will.
in between ca:tws and ca:cw its confirmed (im p sure sam says it) that him and steve looked for bucky for two. years. even off screen, bucky was steves priority.
im going to squeeze in 2 points from from age of ultron here, for chronology's sake:
steves worst nightmare, as portayed in the movie, is LITERALLY going back to the 40s and being stuck there (with peggy too??lmfao) and also the quote "family, stability, the man who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think another one came out." objectively confirms that steve isn't the man he used to be, and doesnt want to return to the past. aou may have sucked, but that doesn't mean the character development should be thrown away.
ca:cw. hoo boy. steve went against 117 countries and half of his closest friends and colleagues because he believed bucky was innocent of the bombing of the un conference. god, steve quite literally, did everything to defend and protect bucky. though i shall acknowledge that steve did attend peggy's funeral, however, there was no real connotations there other than the fact he was mourning her death (understabdibly so). steve then proceeds to protect bucky for 2 hours 27 mins and 41 seconds to the point where they escape together to siberia after the airport fight. "i dont know if im worth all this steve" "what you did all those years... it wasnt you. you didnt have a choice." "i know. but i did it" again, absolutely heartbreaking quotes if you read it a couple of times and truly understand the meaning of them. steve somewhat indirectly tells bucky yes, yes he is worth all of this. otherwise, he wouldn't be doing it. a quote to support that would be "for the longest time, i always did what i thought was right." (disclaimer this is not a direct quote i deadass couldnt find it to save my life, i belive steve said it at some point during civil war or tws, but the point is, bucky is the only thing that could have shaken steves morals so intensely.) and finally, the most important part of cw, the fight at the end with tony. bucky and steve constantly protected each other. steve kept fighting because he was fighting for bucky. to keep him safe from tony and the world. he got up, time and time again. "i can do this all day." the fact that he said that to tony, some people consider them the closest of friends, proves again, a million times over, bucky is more important to steve than literally anything else, INCLUDING his shield. his mantle. he dropped it and left it like it was nothing, because his priority was bucky. as always.
theres not much to discuss for infinity war other than their hug whicg was honestly just adorable.
mmmmm endgame. i will not go into how much i hate that movie because it would be a rant quintuple the length of this one. in the support group, steve dead ass fucking says "you gotta move on. you gotta move on" and that sentiment was literally forgotten at the end. my main point for endgame is this. people tend to tell me, the reason steve abandoned bucky and went back to be with peggy is because he knew that he was finally safe. :/. if you had half a braincell youd know that's not true. the steve we know, never would have left bucky for good, ESPECIALLY after the "dont do anything stupid until i get back" exchange [[god i want to beat the shit out of the r*ssos]] mostly because, bucky had fucking no one in the time he was living in!!! no family, no friends and most heartbreakingly, no one he could trust. (yes sam was there but were just seeing their friendship develop now in tfatws, all that wasnt there in endgame) and secondly, what made steve think bucky was entirely safe??? half of the worlds population just suddenly reappeared, which as we see now, there were massive consequences for that. i simply believe steve is not that stupid. steve going back was disrespectful not only to his character, but to bucky AND peggy. most importantly, the steve we've been watching since 2011 would NEVER abandon bucky, no matter how safe he thought he was (he visited him frequently in wakanda, the safest place on the planet arguably ffs) especially for such a dumbass and quite frankly, nonsensical reason as going back to be with peggy, who clearly stated to him she moved on, and so should he (which he did. idk endgame writers prolly didnt watch the previous movies :/) its not even debatable. bucky is more important to steve than peggy. even in terms of screentime.
now allow some tweets to speak for me, this one being the absolute most important one:
ladies and gentlefolk, all of the stuff ive said can be summarised in that last line. "it would be contrary to who he is."
heres some more:
and now finally, id like to briefly mention steve and tfatws, so beware of spoilers (writing this as of ep 4 coming out; praying it doesn't age badly)
bucky mentions steve, unprompted, fucking constantly. he clearly isnt over steve leaving, and im hoping that gets acknowledged and talked out in the show.
in conclusion, tl:dr, steve shouldn't have returned to the past and stayed there, it is contrary to who he is, as shown to us through his trilogy and other appearances in the mcu. not to mention the timeline bullshit in endgame makes zero sense in the first place.
#long post#stucky#captain america#steve rogers#mcu#marvel#tfatws#bucky barnes#peggy carter#hwh's marvel thoughts#please dont bullshit me in the comments also i dont have the strength#imma hide this in the tags praying no 1 will b bothered to look but steve and bucky gay#everytime some1 calls their relationship brotherly it takes 10 years off my life nd makes me wanna impale myself ❤#also no beta we die like men#my meta
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𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄
Peeta Mellark x male reader
We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.
Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE
Part two: Click here, bomburino tortilla pony horse.
Part three: You're here, my guy.
Part four: Click here, amigo
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It didn't take long before I came home, my mother and brother was already dressed, and I was right, Kunal has been crying.
He immediately lightened up when he saw the bread, pushing the sleeves of my first reaping outfit (which was now his) back in order to munch on it.
"Don't worry, you only have your name once in the pile, you're safe," I reassured him, as I've done many times before.
I smiled, patting his head. My mother glanced at me, but I pretended to not notice. It's been long since we've talked, the last time was a disagreement, a petty one at that. About two years or so?
I honestly surpised myself, how can I go without talking to her for so long. . .?
Another trait my father passed on to me was a short temper, though I never lose my head and scream, but something about her words made me yell. Her face was full of shock when I did that, almost as if I've betrayed her.
"Don't be stupid like your father!" She told me.
My father isn't a stupid man, he was smart. Lady luck just wasn't on his side that day.
I took a bath, scrubbing the dirt and soot off myself. When I saw my clothing my heart stopped. It was my Father's.
It was simple, just as he liked. A white button up tunic, the hems made of elegant gold lace. The pants were loose, with garters securing on the hip and the hems, he never liked tight clothing, just like me.
My eyes went towards my mother, who simply nodded, "After you get dressed, sit down, won't you? Let me fix your hair," she said.
My mouth opened to protest, only to shut itself when she whispered a small, "please," My eyes softened, her voice sounded so guilty, she regretted her words, just as I did. She knew I could get chosen.
But I'm a coward, I don't like apologizing, something I inherited from her.
I nodded, and got dressed before I sat down, just as she told me. She began to braid tiny sections of my hair. I've never been good at it, really, It would always look messy when I did it. So I just looked messy everyday.
But her hands can do magic, it was like she was weaving silk, her hands full of grace and utmost care as she intertwined every strand of hair. I could feel her hand shake a little, as if scared with one wrong touch, I'd shatter like glass.
She used to sew clothing, make various artworks with whatever was in the house. Her hand was naturally delicate, soft to anything she makes contact with.
I bit my lip, none of us wanted to say it. We we're both thinking the same thing, though.
I never really liked cutting my hair, always kept it atleast neck length at best. I don't think short hair suits me at all, though it does get in the way while hunting from time to time.
Once she finished, without a word she pressed her chapped lips onto my forehead, she then walked away, leaving me with a pit of guilt in my stomach.
Such simple words, why can't I just say it?
I sighed, fixing my tunic and tucking it in, the garter snapping back, making me wince a little. It was stupid of me to let go.
I took a deep breath in, mustering all the courage I had to walk towards my brother, who has devoured the entire loaf. "Good?" I asked.
He nodded, a smile on his face, the crumbs falling down. I chuckled, wiping his mouth with my hand.
"You're like a bird, aren't you, little mocking jay?" I said, patting his head again.
He hummed, nodding aggressively, his hair bouncing up and down. I snickered, holding his head still with both my hands. I squished his cheeks together, making his lips form into a duck beak-shape. "Hey, Y/n,"
I rose my brows, humming. "I won't get chosen, won't I?" he asked. I sniffed, shaking my head as I linked our foreheads. "No, no you wont, Nal," I said. "If they call you, I won't let you go, alright?"
"You promise?"
"Of course,"
Soon it hit one in the afternoon, it was mandatory to attend this "festival", unless you're at death's door, that is. I found myself beside Gale, who patted my shoulder for reassurance.
Maybe it was obvious I'm stressed, tense. I'm not worried about myself, I'm more worried of them, especially Kunal. He's only twelve, yet he can still get chosen.
Some kind of festival this is.
I clenched my fists tighter, palms started to go white as I also clenched my jaw.
On the temporary stage stationed in front of the justice building was a podium, three chairs and two large bowls. The district is divided into two sections, jumbled across those two glass bowls, waiting to be picked up.
Twenty of them contained 'Y/n Greyback', one of them contained 'Kunal Greyback'.
There were also bright banners hung up, though I'm sure it was just there to taunt us, it sure worked for me. Everytime I look at it I start feel sick, hatred bubbling in my stomach.
The feeling of claustrophobia began to settle in as people piled into the square, the late comers having to just watch from a monitor instead.
"You alright?" Gale asked, nudging me. I gulped, sighing, "Course, I just —" I turned back, looking at my brother. "Worry of him,"
He gave me a sympathetic look, "He only has one entry, I'm sure he won't be picked," He said. Something I've been saying for such a long time, it didn't help settle my nerves.
"I know," I answered plainly.
We looked towards Katniss' place, beside her was Mardge, who gave me a curt smile and a wave. Out of politeness, I simply nodded back before turning back to the stage.
My hands grew colder each second, by two, when the mayor finally reached the stage, my hands were as cold as a corpse's.
Beside the mayor was Effie Trinket, District 12’s escort, fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin, pinkish hair, and spring green suit. It looked quite ghastly.
Everyone murmured in worry, for whom was the empty third seat for?
The mayor stepped in front of the podium, beginning to tell the tale of Panem, how the twelve districts lost in the rebellion and now have to face punishment.
The Hunger games.
It was simple, each district would pick two "tributes" to this little game, and then they either kill like a hungry wolf or die like lost cattle.
I gulped, sweat forming on my forehead as I instinctively reached for the end of Gale's shirt. He held my hand, patting it a few times to let me know it would be alright.
He then began to read the victors in every hunger games. In the past seventy-four years, we have had exactly two.
Only one is still alive. Haymitch Abernathy, a paunchy, middle-aged man, who at this moment appears hollering something unintelligible, staggers onto the stage, and falls into the third chair.
To say he's drunk would be an understatement.
The crowd responds with its token applause, but he’s confused and tries to give Effie Trinket a big hug, which she barely manages to fend off.
The mayor looks distressed. Since all of this is being televised, right now District 12 is the laughingstock of Panem, and he knows it. He quickly tries to pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing Effie Trinket.
Bright and bubbly as ever, she began to talk. I could feel my blood boiling upon hearing her obnoxious, Capitol accent. I tuned her out, gulping as my hands somehow grew even colder.
Please don't let it be my brother, anyone but him.
"Let's have the first pick, shall we?" She said, her voice at the end of the sentence practically sky rocketing up. She pulled a piece of paper from one of the Glass bowls.
My heart pounded, as if trying to escape my chest. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths in.
"Kunal Greyback,"
My heart stopped. Why couldn't it have been me? I had twenty, TWENTY entries.
I watched as my brother walked past me, his lip quivering, eyes glossy. Oh sweet, sweet Kunal, as delicate as a Lotus.
Kunal, the boy who gathers flowers every morning just for me.
Kunal, the boy who loves pulling on my braids.
Kunal, my dear innocent brother. Afraid of his own shadow.
I felt my own body move, launching myself forward. Gale called for my name, but I didn't care, no. I needed to get to my brother, I made a promise.
"NAL! NAL! NO!" I yelled, desperation evident in my voice as I pushed through the other people. "Y/n!" He screamed back.
Most of then gave me and my brother looks of sympathy, some gossiped. "Greyback," they'd whisper. "Another one bites the dust," they'd continue.
The peace keepers pushed me back, preventing me from reaching my brother.
No, not like this. He's still so young, he still wants to gather lilys by the front of our house, he still wants to create flower crowns for me to wear.
He still wants to breath, to live.
The mayor looked at me, recignizing me almost immediately. He didn't know me, no. Rather, he knew my father, the man he put under the execution block.
Oh mother, I'm sorry it had to be this way. It seems another one of your family members will die at the hands of the Capitol.
"I volunteer!" I gasped, gulping down nothing. My mouth was dry.
"I volunteer as a tribute!"
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First meet (part 1)
Characters: Jake and female Mc
Genre: Fluff and romance
Summary: Everything's over except Jake and mc love which is growing more and more day by day. So fate decides them to meet each other.
-Oh man... I don't feel like cooking today, and I'm so God damn bored.
You huffed while lying on your couch on the weekend day.
-what should I do you think, and then an idea pops on your mind.
-Yeah, I should disturb him a bit. You grin cheekily at your idea and then grab your phone to text your love.
Yeah you will text Jake. It's been around two and a half month since Hannah was found and MWAF was caught.
You thought that Jake would immediately cut contacts with you after the case was over, but that didn't happen. Instead you both still text till today.
You both have confessed your feelings towards each other and he has even promised you that one day you both would be together. Jake is not the shy person which you thought he would be. Instead he is confident enough and his boldness is enough for you to give you butterflies and to make your knees tremble.
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YOU
Hey Jake:)
How is my baby?
Jake is now online
JAKE
Hey beautiful <3
I'm good what about you?
YOU
I'm bored Jake -_-
JAKE
Wanna have some fun? ;)
YOU
Ugh! You and your dirty mind
JAKE
Only for you beautiful ;)
YOU
Baby, I miss you so much.
I so desperately want to meet you.
I want to hug you. Kiss you like there's no tomorrow. I want to be with you forever.
When will you come....?
JAKE
Hey love, don't cry.
Jake hacked your camera and saw you through it.
I have a good news.
YOU
You are free😲😲?
When? Where ? Time?
JAKE
Uh.....
I'm not free.
My pursuers are still after me.
But now this will only last for a few more weeks. I have figured a way to get rid of them and I'll soon be with you love.
YOU
Oh! That's wonderful😁
Can you meet me, somewhere please??
You can come at my house today. After all you'll get free soon, so you can roam around a bit right?
JAKE
I'm sorry love, today I'm busy a bit. So I can't come.
YOU
Oh
JAKE
Hey, hey. Don't worry. I will plan something soon and I promise you I'll do my best.
YOU
Thank you so much Jake.
JAKE
:)
YOU Elephants are jumping inside my stomach. I gotta go and eat something.
JAKE
Hehe
Bye beautiful <3
YOU
Talk to you later love.❤
Jake is offline
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Uh...
I don't want to spend my day on the couch.
You think for a bit to what to do next.
-I'll go to the restaurant, and get a take out. Then I'll enjoy my time in the park.
I should even visit the new botique by the restaurant.
You take a shower, then rummage through your closet searching for something nice to wear.
You wear a knee length yellow floral dress paired with white sneakers and a small hair clip on your beautiful beach waves.
You take a mirror selfie and immediately send it your man.
The picture effortlessly highlights your curves and your beauty.
One would be lying if they said that you don't look pretty.
Jake is online
JAKE
If I would have been there, then you wouldn't be able to get off from your bed for the whole day.
Your cheeks blushed reading his flirty text.
YOU
Oh, really! I'd like to see😉
JAKE
Don't mess with me babygirl or you'll regret.
YOU
Bye babe 😆
JAKE
You really leaving after turning me on. That's not fair.
Jake is offline
YOU
Everything is fair in war and love babe☺
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JAKE POV
-God, that girl is really making me nervous. He mumbled before deciding to order food for himself.
Tring Tring. Tring Tring.
-Great now. Their home delivery service is closed today.
-Ugh! I'm really craving Chinese today.
I should get a take out and come back quickly.
He mumbled to himself then went to his laptop to check the condition of his pursuers.
-Wow, I'm really progressing quickly. I'll be free soon. I can't wait to meet Mc.
-I should surprise her today with an unexpected home visit.
But wait.
Ugh.
She was going somewhere today. Ufff. Then tomorrow. And that's final.
He dressed in his usual black hoodie and a plain denim jeans then went to Chinese to fulfill his hunger for food.
MC POV
Hmm... this dress looks sexy. I should buy this.
You giggle at yourself then buy all the dresses you like and head to your favourite restaurant.
-I'm so glad they have elevators here, or else I would have died walking up to the sixth floor to the restaurant.
You sigh, then go to the counter to order your food. You notice a strange man dressed in all black ordering food for almost four people.
- Looks like that man really like Chinese.
You mumble to yourself then go back to the counter to pay for your food.
JAKE POV
- $120
-Sure, here.
He pays for his food in cash then start going back to the exit.
" Stairs under construction. Please use the elevator. Sorry for inconvenience. ⛑⛑"
- what the fuck!
Ugh..... Now I have to use the lifts.
Jake covers his head with his hoodie then enters the elevator with his head down.
He presses the the button for ground floor then wait for the elevator door to close. But before it could close completely, a woman sticks her shoes in between the doors the prevent it from closing.
Jake looks to up to see the person and gets shocked as hell when she enters the elevator and stands beside him.
MC POV
After paying for the food you rushes to the exit when you saw that the doors of lift were about to close.
Yiu stick your shoes there, then enters the little room.
"Thank God I entered on time or else I would have to wait for more ten minutes "
You glance on your side and saw the same hoodie man staring at you with wide eyes.
What's up with him. You think in your mind.
" I know I'm beautiful, mister. But if you would stare at me with that wide eyes then it may pop out"
You joke at the man who now seems embarrassed at his actions.
He clears his throat then look away. But his gaze is still on you. He observes your every movement like he adores you the most.
After a few minutes you notice that the elevator is going down really slowly. You must have reached down till now but you were still moving from 5th to the 4th floor.
- "isn't this lift to- aaahhhhhhh!"
You screamed loudly when the elevator started shaking rapidly and the lights were flickering on and off.
There was a loud thud on the roof of the elevator and you fell directly on the man beside you. If he wouldn't have hold you, you would have crashed your head roughly against the wall.
The lights went off and the room became dark. You started shivering with fear while still clinging to the man. He embraced you and patted your head a few times to calm you down. Minutes passed and then the light came back.
You came back to your senses when you saw that you were hugging the stranger.
You immediately pulled back blushing and mumbling apologise
- "I....I'm so-....sorry"
- "It's okay beautiful" the man said with a smirk after seeing you blushing and stuttering
JAKE POV
Mc fell on me when the elevator crashed and started shivering. She really is a cute tiny little thing. Jake thought in his mind
When Mc let go off him, he saw that she was blushing like a tomato.
Wow, she looks so cute. I should tease her and see her reaction to a stranger flirting with her.
- "It's okay beautiful" I said after her stuttering apologies.
She blushed even more but then pulled herself together and said
- "Yeah, don't call me that"
- "Why not? You're beautiful so I can call you" I said smirking.
- "Uh....I should press the alarm button because we are stuck"
She pressed the alarm button a few times but it didn't work.
- "look what's written over there. It says the alarm is out of use. You should call that number which is given below it" I said pointing at the number.
I had no intention of staying in the lift forever, but if it's with my love then I can have second thoughts.
I took the phone out from my pocket then started disabling the cameras in the lift. I have already disabled the restaurant's camera before coming but not of the elevators. It's because, I never use lifts to change floors as they are too risky. But I was forced to use it today because the stairs were damaged.
I was in my own thoughts when I heard Mc yelling at someone on the phone
- "Yeah, what do you mean by 3-4 hours? You want us to die inside? I'll report you then you'll lose your fucking license. What kind of service do-"
Before she could shout more and make the situation worse, I snatched her phone away from her then spoke in a different voice "take your time but don't take too long or else we'll might suffocate here. Yeah thank you and please hurry"
I said to the manager then hung up the call returning her phone back.
- "Great. Now we are stuck here for an eternity"
She said in an irritating voice.
I should annoy and tease her more, I thought to myself then proceeded to my actions.
- "why are you worrying babe? You are here with a handsome man like me. Trust me I won't let you feel bored." I said in a flirty tone.
- "Stop calling me with those names. And handsome? Haha I've never heard a better joke. You look like an alien" She said
*Mc in her mind- btw, he is really very handsome. Uh don't think like that for him*
- "What? alien? Me? I'm offended babe. But you can't do anything cause you are stuck here with me now"
I said, then took off my hoodie revealing me only in my navy blue tshirt.
MC POV
After his heavy flirting, he took off his hoodie showing him only in his thin tshirt.
You couldn't take your eyes off him. He was muscular and well built.
*Wow he's really something. Ugh stop drooling over her Mc. You have your Jake so no other men. But God he really depicts as I imagined Jake. Ocean blue eyes, shiny black hair and so nice-*" you were interrupted out of your thoughts when he again started flirting with you.
- " Stop staring at me, I know I'm handsome and hot but if you will open your eyes that wide then it will pop out" He said mimicking your previous words.
You cleared your throat and looked away saying " why did you removed your hoodie?"
- " Because it's too hot in here."
He said taking a step towards you.
- "yeah, wh-what do you think you're do-doing ?"
You stutterd at him backing off a bit.
Seeing you going back, he smirked and again took a few steps towards you until your back was pressed against the wall.
He put both of his hands beside your head and leaned a bit towards your face saying.
- "Are you scared babe? I won't do anything............without your permission "
You didn't utter a single word because you were completely shocked. Not by his actions but by yourself. You thought only Jake could make you blush and give you butterflies in your stomach with his flirty texts. But here this complete stranger is making you feel nervous as hell and you were blushing like a tomato.
- "Do you want to be my girlfriend? I promise I won't disappoint" He said leaning a bit more forward. Your faces were now only a few inches apart. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear seeing your reaction. Your whole body got an electric shock just with a simple touch of his.
"*No, this is wrong. I only want Jake and no one else.*" You thought to yourself and then pushed him away from you.
- "Stay away from me, you pervert. And don't touch me. And for the record, I already have a boyfriend."
He knew well that you were talking about him but how little did you know that your love was this close to you.
- "Oh really?"
- "Yes really" you said.
- "Don't worry babe. I'm sure he won't mind if you'd flirt with me. In fact he would be happy" He said making you confused.
- "Oh yeah? You don't know who he is. And if I'd tell him that there was an alien harassing me in the elevator, he won't spare you."
- "Why? is he a police or a psycho who would kill me?" He asked amused.
- "Trust me he's not a police but he's much more powerful than them. And he's not psycho. So mind your own business and fuck off."
You said to him visibly angry. You can't control yourself when someone bad mouthed him.
- "Hmm.. looks like you really like him"
- "No. I love him"
He let out a happy chuckle then said "Now your boyfriend will say you to kiss me"
He turned around from your side then started doing something.
You ignored him, then took out your phone for time pass.
You saw Jake was online so you immediately went to his chat.
YOU
Hey babe :)
JAKE
Hi beautiful. <3
I'm offended.
YOU
Why? Did I do something wrong?
JAKE
You didn't kiss him.
YOU
Huh, what??
You glance at the man who was still busy with his phone.
JAKE
I love you too.
Then your phone started ringing. It was Jake. He never called you before, not after the case was over.
You quickly received the call.
- "Hello. Jake?"
Silence.....
The man beside you turned around with the phone pressed against his ear.
- "I love you too, beautiful"
The man said and the same voice you heard in your phone.
You were dumbfounded and shocked.
- "You know you look so pretty in real life. And you're so cute. Especially with that angry expression of yours."
Jake or the man in front of you whom you considerd stranger till now said to you in a sweet voice making you completely shocked.
A/N : okay, so I don't know how I feel about this. I think something's missing but I can't figure out what it is. So if you find any mistakes please tell me. I'll try to improve it next time. There will be one or two more part after this.
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How about the slasher's s/o hearing someone insult her slasher and going like "hold my flower" towards her slasher and then just going ham on the person who insult them. How would they react? For Jason, Bubba, Thomas, Jesse and Billy Lenz please.
This was a really fun one! There's a bit of violence, but it's nothing graphic.
S/O Defends Their Guy's Honor
Jason Voorhees-
You were supposed to stay in the cabin, but when you heard them say such awful things about Jason, you were out the door in a second, stomping past him and tackling that rude person.
Jason is stunned. You seem to be winning by a wide margin, so he lets you finish the fight and end their life, but afterwards the two of you will need to have a talk.
He's upset you didn't follow one of his most important rules, and while he's also very, very flattered, he doesn't want you to do that again.
Bubba Sawyer-
The “dinner guest” called Bubba a 'freak show' and you saw red. You pushed your chair back from the table, ran around to the other side, and knocked both the “guest” and the chair over.
Bubba isn't sure what to do. Drayton is yelling, Nubbins is cheering, you and the guest are screaming, and Grandpa is the only one being quiet. It's so overwhelming.
But he pulls himself together long enough to pry you off them, and carry you around to your seat. He gives you a hug, he's incredibly happy you stood up for him, but it's time to get back to dinner.
Thomas Hewitt-
The two of you just wanted to have a peaceful day out on the town, but that bastard just had to call Thomas ugly, didn't they? Well, now they've got your fist in their mouth.
Thomas is used to being called ugly, hell, it's not even close to the worst thing anyone's ever said about him. But there's something oddly cathartic about watching you beat them in his honor.
Watches proudly for a few seconds, until he remembers where the two of you are. He scoops you up in his arms and gets the hell out of there before things could get worse.
Jesse Cromeans-
Honestly, Jesse would've laughed it off if he could. It was just so funny, they thought their insults hurt him. But then you got involved, and began beating the living hell out of them. Then it was hilarious.
Jesse absolutely encourages it, while also turning on his camera. You wear a mask when on a job with him, so there's no worries about you being recognized on tape, but he absolutely records it.
Jesse will let you finish the job too, passing the blade to you and zooming in on the impact.
Billy Lenz-
It had taken you a long time to get Billy comfortable going out in public with you, and to say you were pissed when someone insulted your man, is an understatement.
Billy just stands there, watching. He wants to join in, to assist you, but he knows you don't like seeing him hurt people. He's your good Billy now, though he might cheer you on a little.
You'll have to have the control to stop yourself before they die, because Billy sure won't. He's very cuddly towards you afterwards, he had no idea you would ever do something like that for him.
#billy lenz#jesse cromeans#thomas hewitt#bubba sawyer#jason voorhees#leatherface#chromeskull#black christmas#friday the 13th#texas chainsaw massacre#Lite Work#headcanons#hell yeah kick their ass!#Anonymous
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Isuka x Portgas D. Ace
Summary:
A familiar face visits Ace a few hours prior his execution
Abandon all your hope, ye who enter here is scribbled on the dusty brick walls that surrounded a certain flame commander. Goosebumps raises in response to the cold air that swiftly caresses skin, a touch from the reaper himself, meaning to guide him into river Styx to what could be the heaven or the underworld. He had already forgotten the concept of time, the absence of sunlight making the difference of day and night blurry to those who are unfortunate enough to end up in impel down. The shackles made of sea stone continued to suffocate his wrist, cutting away the demon blood that circulated his weakened body.
He has no regrets, that's for sure.
Even though that shadows of death is near, he will wholeheartedly welcome it with open arms. As long as luffy is safe. As long as pops is safe. That is all that matters.
The sounds of footsteps nearing his cell snapped the freckled man from his thoughts. A warden he barely know hits the metal bars to alert him that a visitor has arrived to see him. He wasn't expecting one in all honesty, but if this visitor is able to reach impel down in such a short notice, perhaps the unknown guest is someone who has name and power in regards to the government.
And he was right.
There, in front of his cell is a woman with fiery hair he was too familiar with. Her once short locks has now reached her hips, gloved hand hiding the burnt scars that he used to kiss. Her eyes glowed sienna against the harsh lighting, and on her shoulders was the coat of justice that the navies wore with pride. She was not a mere ensign anymore by the way those medals hung against her crisp uniform but still, he knows, that she remained that kind and loving woman he met years ago.
"Isuka" he breathes, parched throat rasping her name instead.
"Its nice to see you again, Firefist" the redhead greets, arms crossing indignantly. "I never thought the day would come that I won't be happy to see you locked up in a cell"
"Fiesty as ever" he chuckled "Did you just visit me so that you could tell that joke?"
"No, not really" she stepped closer, eyes adjusting to meet the the prisoner's lonely gaze "I'm here to visit an old friend"
"We're not just friends, Isu" Ace cleared, the corner of his lips stretching to form a bitter smile.
"Call me Captain Isuka now, that nickname doesnt matter anymore" she answered, voice firm.
"You used to love it when I called you that"
"Damn it Ace, just stop!" the navy exclaimed, lone boot stomping against the ground. "All of that is in the past now. We made our choices! We took different paths that are polar opposites and there's nothing we can do to change it!" Tears began to form on the corner of her eyes, the naval biting her lips to prevent the waterworks from falling "This is not the time and place... I don't even know if there will be one. For once in your life, can you please let me say goodbye in peace?"
"I won't die Isu" Ace assured lovingly, "As long as my brothers can remember me, as long as you hold me in your memory I wont"
"But I don't want you to be a memory" Isuka broke "I want you alive. I want to see your bounty raise, I want to see the changes of your smiles in your damn wanted posters. I want you to live!"
"But it's too late now is it?" he retorted, brown irises gleaming sadly "I made my choice Isu. This is the life I wanted. The best thing you could do is keep pops and luffy safe"
"But what about me?! Did you even took the time to think what I wanted?! Why are you always so stubborn, Ace!" she snapped, gloved hands gripping the metal bars that separated her and her beloved "Your ears were always closed. You never listen to anybody! Now look at you! I can't even hold you. I cant even touch you let alone kiss you goodbye!"
Slowly, her knees fell to the ground, pained sobs echoing against the cold brick walls.
"You should've listened to me and became a warlord. That way, at least we have the slightest chance to be together"
"I... can't. I won't" the pirate answered, head held down guiltily "Even if you ask me now, my answer will be the same. That position is not for me, you know that more than anyone"
"And I respect that but still..." she inhales deeply, harvesting enough courage to quell the fire on her chest "I suppose I just have to suck it up and accept that this is not our time" she began, watery eyes meeting his "Maybe in another world we were meant to be happy. But not here. Not in this one. We were meant to meet each other but we are not fated to be together. And it hurts Ace! Its ripping me apart"
"I know" he answered, the flood on his cheeks starting "And it hurts me to see you suffer. This is my fault. Just forget about me and move on. You deserve to be happy"
"Don't ask me to move on as if that's an easy feat!" she yelled back, snot dripping from her nose "Do you think I have moved on already when we left each other years ago? For fuck's sake Ace, I never did! I won't be standing in front of you right now if I've already forgotten you. You are hard to forget! The happiness we shared before is tattooed in my mind and it surfaces no matter how much i suppress it!"
Footsteps echoed abruptly, indicating that the guard from before has returned to fetch the visitor. The redhead raises her hand, asking for a few more minutes in which the warden grumbled "two" before standing prostate on the side. Isuka darts back at the guilt ridden prisoner, memorizing the face that will soon depart the living world.
"I will not be in marineford Ace" she admitted, taking a step back from his cell "I'm not going to stand there and watch you die. Im not going to fight the people you hold on your heart dearly. I'll be home waiting until this nightmare ends"
She turned on her heels, preparing to leave.
"I am thankful to have met you. I am thankful that you loved me. I am thankful of the fond memories that you have given me. I know I shouldn't be saying this but... I do hope that your father will be able to save you. Goodbye, Firefist"
"Isu, wait!" he calls, making the navy captain stop on her tracks "Do you... Do you still love me?" he asked exasperatedly.
She gives him a gentle smile, eyes filled with a lonely light as she spoke.
"I never stopped loving you, Ace. And I will continue to love you no matter where you are"
There are eight more hours until Portgas D. Ace's execution. And right now, he realizes that he has one regret.
#ah yes my weakness for forbidden love tropes#one piece#one piece fanfic#op#op fanfic#one piece novel a#isuka#ensign isuka#ace x isuka#isuka x Portgas d. ace#esuka day#save my heart#esuka day submission#portgas d ace#firefist ace#fanfic
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We've actually had enough of these people. They're disgusting their asinine they sit there and piss you off on purpose no matter what you're saying or telling them to do even if you're not responding is sit there and say stupid s*** Chris and Ken is sitting on the bench and they just would not shut the f****** up. So sunset goodwood good one and hurry for you and stuff like that they said thank you we'll take your stuff whole bunch of times for him said you won't cuz I said you are probably 100% right and they left going what we're doing is upsetting him and isn't that good time doing it see that really upset I said this is your situation you're about to get a full size ballad up your ass at your size and they said no and we said yeah and they kept saying it and say it and say it it was ridiculous so at one point we started to say we're going to come and get you and then they started to say no you're not and we went out after him after they went down and did their snide remark Ken has more trouble than our son because he's lost everything to them and it's pretty sad and horrible for the game like planning on using our son and daughter and just pick them off for him and that's what they want to do with all these powerful machines they're one of these retards f***** up. No man I'm angry and I want revenge on the particular people that did it and he says please do I need revenge on them every few minutes every day for years and I do understand that you have to live there and it's trapped there with them and they're all very obnoxious and stinking losers so we are going after them and we are going to take care of them. There are several more things that they should know because they're still continuously glabbing
-firstly they go up to you BJ and they say are you messing with his cell phone and you say no and then they start hitting you in the face and say don't lie to us so they went off to these other two as a side note the idiot it looks like some sort of rat or something in NCIS and works with the girl from the band and they said why do you look like that this is I'm trying to imitate Chris this is not to do that and you don't look anything like him you're ridiculous looking you look stupid your nose is gigantic you act weird you don't act anything like him and you look stupid I said why do you look like your father Brad so I want to take his place I said that's the same as him and he says yeah what we say is you want to take his place and what are you going to do but nothing and this is by threats and then threats alone. So the a****** starts yelling if I'm going to die in Mars you're going to die with me we said no you're going to die on Mars and that's where you're going to go cuz we can't stand you you're an insulin swine and you don't imitate anybody well and people are doing that for a different reason and stupid f****** a****** your whole pile of s*** is running around imitating people because they're nobody's it's not because they wanted get stuff we're going to kill you so you don't harm him and he said I don't care how it goes I've got nothing and we said yeah that's good so we stopped him and he's sitting there going when are you going to kill me and we hit him and his stomach start to bleed on the outside and we hit the other guy what is that a knife it's a dick for... Look something says it's you and smash right in the face he says I was right you get back to me so he stepped on his hands and crunch and his bones are weak and he broke him up and said why are you so tough around our son you're such a brittle piece of s*** and he knows this week too so he's not and they start to laugh and said we can't help it we have to do this so we kept on kicking him and beating him and really it was Trump and he's a retard now they've got a big fight going on because they all want to imitate you to be you and stuff like that and Mac has a threat on me to get rid of you retards it started laughing so we're doing it to get at you to get your stuff whatever it is what stuff you f****** moron and then he goes oh supposed to go after him for his stuff not me jackass piece of s*** and they started laughing we were until interrupted interrupted by who then they start laughing again we know who that is why don't you get a f****** life. So they started saying like s*** he was what should I do fire bomb here house when you go back your neighborhood is not really. So at least go screw we told him to go screw and we told them we don't want to deal with your stupid s*** and he said this I don't want to fight and stuff like that I'm just so what we take their ass and said we're going to keep doing this to take your stuff cuz you said it about us didn't work but we're going to keep doing it to you because apparently works for us it's a little great so he said he's going to ruin our stuff so he took his stuff in a room and we're taking over his areas and we're ruining his areas so he won't return and we are taking his serious here too tons of them they're pretty soon they'll be out of here and they suck
-really important news today to get out. There are several people with huge attitude problems... I'm sending troops...
-there are other things happening huge ones corners are coming in and you're asking what all the impression is about
Their finding out did the Max and other people knocked more like... And it's both of them... They're starting to find out that they all suck like we figured out and they're assholes and babies little kids and they just don't have any in them anything but to do the stupid b*******. We're going to go after these s**** for their bully routine all of them...
-will get them soon as the neighborhoods are being rebuilt as we speak about 20 out of the 100 neighborhoods fort Myers are already removed take another day or day and a half probably 3 days to have them all removed and utilities too and then there's the planning that's going on now. It's a huge amount of planning... Not a ton of it though these are the projects that have already been permitted and they're bounded by Major roadways it is not a huge number of things you can do we reviewed the plans and their recent plans and they are to code some of the plans are better than others and we'd like to use better plans they also said you are to put in what's required by code maximum and what's on the plans maximum anything that goes over that they looked at as an error and we told them that it they're breaking the law by saying that he said why I said it's impossible to put in 23 nails instead of 20 or 19 they looked at us like we're nuts and then they said go ahead and put as many as you want it and we'll fail it I'm going to say no you won't because you're under arrest and that's what they've been doing. So our son says I'm going to have you eat Campbell's soup get sick and die you said no it said yeah that's what's going to happen and people don't do that because then they get tortured first.. so I took the guy away tortured him and threw him into the fire didn't want to bother with prison and he wasn't being held so he's gone he had a big mouth that's what's going on people are realizing it no we all just ready to go no matter what so we're renovating these places and we're clearing out the building department and they're getting fired anyways tomorrow they're going to fire off probably the rest of the government workers now 15% and they're going to fire 5% and refining them anyways it's just slower don't even show up to work and this and they're collecting a paycheck and we're going to stop that and just continue to check because they go to one place... So we started these projects and there are hundreds all over Southwest Florida and people come by all the time and say stupid things and we have Vans and we have chef we arrest them you think they're smartten up. And we are going after John remillard & company again I'm setting up a huge group again there's one that's full-time now and we want people to volunteer to this group as well as people volunteer for temporary duty I don't want us greatly appreciated and our leaders are asking address and they have a lot of work to do and I will honestly say they do make a huge difference and there are huge projects they have to do and we can't get them started cuz these jerks keep doing it and they're stupid.
One building inspector said I can't allow you to do anything even be in the building cuz we were told there's warrants on you from the last building department and we said which one was that they said the one you were last at and said which one was that cuz we haven't been to one today I said yesterday okay what was the one yesterday Cape Coral haven't been there yet we've been in fort Myers it was oh yeah so which one you said when you come outside for me and he said no and I said outside now you're going to fight me I said no so I started yelling at him and he said all right went outside and hit him and he was down and said how did I do it since you're going to be probably Dead in 5 minutes why don't you do a self-assessment since you memorize the words he said we can't help being stupid and our son came and said we can if you're not here you're not stupid. So he's in there dying and he's out that's his thinking is boy that guy is smart... No joke that's what he was thinking. We won't come up and questioned him for hours he said why am I back I thought it was dead and we said wouldn't you know if you were dead or not and he said wow that's awful so we can help you with that you just passed out now you're going to die. You're that smart person that talk to me and it was gone and he said I'm out and we got rid of him but really you're paying the ass love you know what you're doing these departments none of you belong there you don't know the rules the laws or anything you're all fake it this is terrible even a huge burden on society for so long can't wait till you're dead your phone is bad enough but holy s*** what a bunch of stinking animals
-you're right this takes up too much time we went around it would building this buildings but we did start construction projects we started about 5,000 and there's a broad spectrum of them and we touch on every single trade every single type but really the biggest type of construction is housing we started 3000 projects and it's a neighborhood or bigger and we are going to gangbusters and that was just Florida and Southwest Florida that's $1,000 of them and that's a lot for Southwest Florida. Tomorrow we start about 4,000 additional housing projects and really they are to start Monday but we're going to survey them pull brush out and do things we can on the weekend then on Monday we're going to have permitting and we're going to start those 4,000 + 8,000 more so really we're going to start $12,000 on Monday in Ernest on Tuesday for both but for real there's going to be 3,000 projects in Southwest Florida out of those in about 200 in Charlotte county. No kidding this place stinks but we do have real projects here and we named a few now but not really saying but you'll probably notice and you'll bother us and we're going to grab you and want daily because you're the biggest assholes I've ever seen here. There are some more incidents of course but mostly it didn't go that badly we had to corn it off with barriers but they stopped after that the big test has already started
-20% of the ownership of buildings it's about 3% of the housing that there was no it's probably about 10% of the housing there's quite a bit of it and yes that leaves about 8% of the housing that was not part of the abandoned groups but 10% is being gone after now that's within that 20% that is more or less partially occupied so there's a whole bunch of people that were pulled out today and the others were often work or something but they grab them and we're talking about houses it was for non-payment of rent all over the place free loading off each other there's a ton of people you know these scumbags all these ones around our son they'll arrogant as hell your all manic stupid people. And it started making fun of him we said we're taking your house away come back and try and grab it she did she ended up dead by the a****** fighting for it and heard our son say the house is already gone who the f*** are you people stupid he started laughing we're all done as hell he said I can't stand anymore I was ready to leave told the judge and change his plea to guilty and they're going to put him in the gas chamber tomorrow anything if you can survive it that's the wrong kind of gas. In jail now screaming his ass off. And they're sending people after the judge and the judge is a bja and the prisoner is a trumpster thought he had an angle and it was wrong and they're going at it fighting each other telling each other all sorts of goodies and finally they shut up and they're going to knock each other out it's happening all over the world these two bozos and others too of their asinine cadre Tommy f2 is getting belted and through disgusting stupid and crass we want them out of society I want this stupid s*** to stop too. .
-couple more things we are taking over more housing than plans we have 65% earlier today added 30% and partially occupied those will be in our possession and that's the consortium today leaving only 5% of housing in ownership of morlock however. The morlock are renting from a lot of people who are not more like like Stan and others. And those people are coming forward and saying these people are threatening the living s*** out of me to become owners of the house and are saying it with madness in their eyes and we believe they're telling the truth so police are arresting them for threats of homicide in this sentence they're taking them away to prison and a lot of they're being pulled out of these houses addition to the 5% and it's mostly more luck it will be another 8% of those renting from people other than warlock. And that's a lot of people okay that's like the remainder almost. Those who own houses that are only probably 0.1% additional. So we are assisting with that 8% and the 5% as well we are going to court and we are part of these group actions we're going to be launched Monday and they are against morlock and they have obtained 95% of those houses illegally most of them were not even purchased they just moved in and they're squatters and they don't have to be a right to be squatters because they facilitated the death or murdered the people who owned it they start screwing with their son down here and got noticed a lot of old people start saying it and they start trying to stop them and they always have to and it became a fight. Now this 8% is going to be quickly whittled away to 4% by Monday afternoon half of them will probably just leave because there's probably warrants on them and it's not a huge amount of people it's about 300 people and they're either leave or drop the property about 200 of them are colonels or less and can't take the heat and know it and after that the 4% is going to be a bear cuz he's idiots and our son says that the group actions the first go around and the other groups just launch another group action and they're going to go ahead and do that it's not directly for the houses but they see that it is a method and that would be for the remaining 4% as well total of 9% of what the morlock used to own and really out of Florida it's about 2% or 2.5% of the housing and it's a small number but it's about $30,000 apartments and 3,000 neighborhoods each of the top 100 owns about 2,000 apartments and 100 or less neighborhoods hopefully 80 and that's a lot and then sit there and they don't do anything all year long they don't even look at them or tell people to do stuff and they don't even ask questions anymore so you just don't want to talk to them they send them a check and they just ask if it went and that's it one day John rainbow Lord says why the cold shoulder they said whenever you come by here the place turns into a s******* and we don't need that he said what am I doing here holding people here do nothing and they said we would hope that you want to keep your mouth down he said you're fired Mr as he's walking out he got hit in the head and he heard if you're fired if I'm fired and it's been a fight with that guy ever since he's still around and he still hits him in the head and drags him off ended up taking tons of money and stuff and the sky next door can't figure it out.
Now we're saying that the 8% are owned by someone else and not more like and then it'll be straightened out by 4% of them handing it over and no it's the 5% that are owned by someone else and they're evicting them for not paying and squatting that's how that's going to get taken care of. And our son and daughter say that those apartment complexes should be somewhat highlighted because they're going to be fought over. It's not too tough to do they're in warlock areas in Florida and there aren't that many of them here in punta Gorda in Port Charlotte it's almost 80% or 90% more lock in the apartments and all fighting over them already
-in the neighborhood there was a big bust there were a hundred here and other numbers were thrown out there but they're not right 30 went off this morning and there's a huge battle trillions came to the outside and about 300,000 to the inside some tried turning and were killed instantly others tried to fight the ones inside several tried to escape and none of them got out all 30 households were incinerated immediately and it's really no proof they died so their own assholes fight over there houses so now there are 70 households about five or faltering because of illness but sometimes. They recover it's a pain. That is not many households by comparison to the presents of mac and us and foreigners who's Max have a lot of the presence they have about 1,200 houses out of 2,200 and so that is better than half. And therefore we need to gain more houses there are 40 up for grabs and that would help a little and there are 40 lots and 10 houses that are built and now being fought over so it's really only 90 houses plus possible 100 which really is not many houses just $200 so we're looking for other places nearby and there are some good size lots and nearby and there's some kind of feel that by the houses across from the y there's some kind of triangle out there going on the way to Domino's Pizza in the corner of that road and the other road that goes to the 41 it comes out and it said sign blocking his view. There's a there's a big patch and these are not included in the 40 lots but there's a big patch of land behind the boat storage place decent houses it's kind of only deep enough for one row of houses and there's real old sidewalk they were going to try and do it but nobody wanted to live next to that place so we can put a wall up for sound...
There's a couple of the lots and he is exhausted he says and they're pretty big it's across the street from the end of the Street that has the airport road on it and it is to the right it's actually a decent size plot of land it looks like two little lots it's actually about five house slots. I'm across the street on the 41 the property that Dan still owns can put a 500 there to the right the field where all the debris went is for sale and put a sound wall up and there can put a thousand and that's kind of what we're trying to do we are fighting a lot of people now and the morlock of fighting them and they're going to get crushed there's a couple other lots you mentions there seems to be a big one across from Domino's itself and that's a good size about 15 acres and you can put a $15,000 there even at low rises so we're working on that there's also a little plot of land you can put 10 houses on it's adjacent to the trailer park and we're thinking about building a house and our son could move there it's because of location he'll be away from this neighborhood and in a new one and it's near decent houses so I'm trying to plan that out too
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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 6*
Note I was going to put a 'rough sex' gif under the cut for Lewis's shot, but I don't know if people want that. So here's a scared Rafael for your...pleasure?
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Alright SO I posted a warning post earlier, but obviously I'm gonna put one here too.
This is probably the most graphic, dark chapter I've ever written for any story. With rape.
Please read at your own discretion.
Also it's a pretty short chapter, but trust me-- you wouldn't want it any longer. But I wrote another sweet short fluffy chapter after this one to make up for it.
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You did your best to keep calm and keep Billy happy as he aggressively groped at you with his hands, ripping off your shirt and then your bra before tossing you on the bed. Before all of this, you would have been super excited about the events transpiring. If there was one thing you and Billy were great at, it was sex. But somehow, this time it felt...different.
You didn’t know why, it didn’t make any sense to you. This was the same man, it was the same situation, he knew all your special places and you knew his. There were so many nights after he left you and the girls that you would dream about this moment, wishing for it so badly. But now that it was here, it almost felt...wrong.
“What’s wrong sweetie, you look like you’re somewhere else,” Billy stopped hungrily nibbling your neck to look into your eyes.
You used to look into those eyes and see such warmth and comfort, such lust and wanting. You had even told Rafael that you were still in love with Billy, so why didn’t you feel like it? Had they just been words? Words to hurt him because he hurt you by choosing Olivia?
Right now, that’s sure what it felt like. It felt like you were...cheating, on Rafael. Which was stupid, because you had literally just broken up with him. Didn't you? That’s what ‘done’ meant, right? Surely you had meant it in that moment; surely you meant it.
But now you weren’t sure.
“Hello, earth to Y/N!” Billy’s voice grew more agitated as he flicked you across the temple. He had never been so quick to anger before, you didn’t like this one bit.
“S-Sorry, baby,” You quickly put on a smile as your hand travelled down to his jeans, unhooking his belt. “It’s just been a day,”
“Oh, I know sweetheart,” He quickly changed his tune as soon as he felt you fondling with his belt. He helped you undo it and pulled off his jeans. You could feel his throbbing erection against your thigh.
“But daddy’s about to make it all better, I promise,” He gave you a sly grin.
You felt one hand wrap around your head and pulled it into his face even more aggressively than before. He began tugging at your hair as he attacked your neck and shoulders with hard, assertive bites. You remembered the sex between you two being rough, but you didn’t seem to recall it ever being this rough.
"Don't you like that, babe?" He asked as his mouth moved down your torso, pulling off your jeans this time.
"Mmmhmm…." You tried faking it as well as you could, feeling more and more uncomfortable the lower his mouth moved.
"Y'know, you used to be a LOT louder than this when we'd get down and dirty, baby girl," he observed while he moved to the end of the bed, ready to plunge inside you.
"Well Billy, the kids are in the next room," you thought of a plausible excuse as to why you weren't your "usual" self.
"Oh, makes sense," He nodded with a smile as he started chowing down on you like a sloppy dog.
You wanted to enjoy it, you tried to enjoy it, but you were accustomed to Rafael's sweet love making, he was so gentle with his tongue along your folds, taking time to enjoy every little moan and pleasure noise you made.You could often feel him smiling inside you while he gently lapped you up. You wished so badly you were with him right now. How had you fucked this up so badly?
Why didn't you listen to Rafael when he told you about Billy? Why had you not trusted him more? Why did you just react erratically just because you were mad at him? You should have thought it through, you should have heard him out. You should have--
"Alright now you're not even reacting Y/N, where the fuck are you?" Billy demanded.
"O-Oh I'm sorry Billy its just been--"
"A day. I know. You know I had a stressful fucking day too Y/N, having to deal with that prick ADA--- Wait," His eyes suddenly narrowed, he moved his face away from near your opening and looked you in the eyes, his glare in full effect.
Shit.
"Is that who you're thinking of right now? That fucking beaner?" He asked in an accusatory tone.
"He's Cuban not Mexican…." You muttered with a roll of your eyes.
"You really wanna get fucking cute with me right now, bitch?" He acted as if he was going to back hand you, but stopped himself.
"Billy!" You gasped. He had never been vulgar to you before.
"No, no Billy," He growled, pulling your naked body towards him.
"You're gonna stop thinking about that asshole right FUCKING now. I'm your goddamn husband, NOT him. I get to have you whenever I want and I want ALL of you. All of your attention, all of your fucking body. Do you understand me?" He snarled, practically drooling with rage.
"Y-Yes Billy," you tried not to start crying, now fully scared out your mind
"Good. Now flip over, I can't fucking look at you right now," He ordered you.
You flipped over to let him do doggie style but he started going in the wrong hole.
"Billy! What the fuck?" You tried not to yell.
"Well if you're gonna act like a whore thinking about other men than your husband, then I'm gonna fucking treat you like one. I'm gonna do what I want, and you're gonna shut up and take it. Got it?"
"B-Billy, please…." You pleaded with him. "Y-You know the last time we tried…"
"I don't give a FUCK, Y/N," He barked angrily. "I stopped last time because I didn't want to hurt you, because I loved you and you loved me. But now you've hurt me, so you're gonna hurt. REAL BAD," He barely rubbed some spit on his dick before he rammed it up your asshole.
You grabbed a pillow and screamed in pain, howling and trying to wriggle free from him. But he kept his hands wrapped tight around your stomach as he pumped rough and hard as fast as he could, getting off on the pain he was causing you, both mental and physical.
You tried to think of anything other than the pain, but it was so bad you could only cry and continue to scream into the pillow. It was worse than both times you went through labor, and that was saying something.
You prayed to God it would stop soon, he seemed to go on forever and ever. He was cackling softly as he felt you vibrating from the pain.
"Yeah, bet your fucking ADA didn't do you like this did he? What would he do if he saw you now? Hmmm….maybe we should find out,"
Your head snapped from out under the pillow at his threat. You saw him reaching for your phone that he had dropped next to your bed as he carried you into the bedroom.
"Oh God" You practically choked out, unable to speak from the pain. "N-n-no, Billy d-d-don't…"
"Oops would ya look at that I already did," Lewis shrugged with an evil smile.
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Rafael was busy helping Olivia plan a rescue mission/battle plan when his phone went off. A FaceTime call request from you. He was absolutely terrified to answer it, but he had to answer it. He had to. As soon as he did, he wished he hadn't.
"Hey there Barba'' Lewis panted, a maniacal smile on his face. "You're missing all the fun!"
He could see Lewis had you pinned to the bed, shoving in and out of you forcefully. Your head was shoved into a pillow, to keep from screaming he imagined. He didn't know if he wanted you to look at him or not. He was watching you get raped, and he wanted to vomit.
Olivia noticed the horrified look on his face and stopped talking with the squad.
"Rafa are you-- ohmygod!" She instantly saw the revolting scene on his phone and immediately started pushing him into an interrogation room.
"Nobody needs to see this," Olivia started to shut the door but not before Lewis got to shout "NICE TO SEE YOU TOO DETECTIVE!!" At her.
Rafael was trying his best not to start sobbing; he didn't want to give Lewis the satisfaction. But the more he heard your muffled whimpers and screams of pain, the more he couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Lewis let her go," he begged. "Please I'll do anything you want, just let her go…."
"Well see Barba that's the problem," Lewis smirked. "I want Y/N to--" he suddenly stopped pumping you, feeling your body go limp. He angled the phone downward to reveal blood coming out of your anus and starting to cover the bed. You had passed out from the pain.
"Sorry Barba I'm gonna have to call you back, I have a situation," Lewis half laughed while wiping your blood off his dick.
"What the fuck-- LEWIS!!!" He screamed. "You better be calling a FUCKING ambulance!"
"Chill Barba, I'm sure she's fine. Just a little boo boo. I'll shove some toilet paper up there and she'll be good as new!" Lewis dismissed it, taking a pillow and putting it under your legs so the blood would at least attempt to stay in.
“Good ol’ RICE,” Lewis smirked, thinking of the old term they used in gym class back in the day. ‘Rest Immobilize Cold Elevate’.
“Now if I can get an ice pack from the freezer and tape it there…” Lewis thought out loud.
"Fuck you if you don't call one I will send one, I know exactly where you are" Rafael was losing his patience with him.
"NO, you're not," Lewis warned. "I'm not about to scare my girls by having cops and ambulances showing up here with all the bells and whistles,"
"She's going to DIE, asshole!!!" Rafael continued to scream. "You think your daughters won't notice THAT?"
"Look if she doesn't wake up in a few minutes I'll take her to an Urgent Care, tell 'em she liked it a little TOO rough, Kay?" He said flippantly.
"The fuck you will--" Rafael started to tell again but Lewis put the phone up to his face real nice and close.
"If you send ANYONE here Barba, she'll bleed out before you can touch her," He warned.
"Lewis…" Rafael was shaking. "Don't you love her? You told her you did, don't you care about her at all?"
"Of course I love her!" He snapped. "I'll always love her, she's the mother of my children. That creates a bond, greater than the two of you will ever have,"
"So why are you---"
"Because she needed to be reminded of that bond." Lewis explained. "She was thinking about you while WE were being intimate. I can't let shit like that slide, Barba," Lewis explained while gesturing to your unconscious body. He removed the pillow from your head so Rafael could the tear stained splotches on your face from screaming and crying so hard. Your face was almost white, he wasn’t even sure you were breathing.
"No…." Rafael's voice fell soft.
You had been thinking of him? Wishing you were with him? While Lewis was...having his way with you? He had caused this, he had caused your pain. You were being punished for simply loving him, and that broke his heart even more than it already was.
"You have a nice night there, counselor, ta!" Lewis's evil chuckle came through the screen before it went black.
The image of your body laying there unconscious and bleeding was going to be forever burned into Rafael's mind. He had to do something. SOMETHING.
He bursted out of the interrogation room where the team was still discussing strategy. Olivia immediately went to his side, knowing what he had just been through.
"Liv we--" he tried to stop from crying and compose himself. "We have to go there. We have to get her. We HAVE to,"
"Okay, Okay Rafa," Olivia tried to calm him down while the rest of the squad looked on in shock. They had zero idea what was happening.
"We'll go get her, it'll be okay," She assured him while trying to get him to calm down.
He hoped they wouldn't be too late.
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Here is part 2! Tbh I want to see more about Natsu's and Rei's reaction, and of course what is going to happen with Dabi, so enjoy the cliffhanger 👀 let me know if you'd like to be tagged!
Part 1
Rencounter [Part 2/?]
Two weeks ago
"Dabi?'' You said in surprise as you opened the door and he stepped into your apartment, ''I thought you were not coming until next week''
''We need to talk, y/n'' He said, not even looking at you. You walked towards him once the door was closed.
''Is everything all right?'' When you were facing him, you lifted a hand to caress his cheek but he abruptly pulled away.
''Stop that, for fuck's sake. Stop that.'' Your jaw dropped slightly, he was usually rough but that rough?
''Stop what?'' You asked in disbelief, moving your hand to its previous position.
''All of this, us'' You noticed how he clenched his jaw and then his blue eyes were right over yours ''This needs to be over, y'hear me?''
''What?'' You asked with a smile, a smile that was there because you thought he was joking, but when he didn't laugh you knew he was not faking it ''You're kidding, right?''
''I'm not kidding. This? You and I? Can't keep happening anymore. And thank me I came all the way here and not just fucking disappear from your life from one day to another.''
''I can't believe this, Dabi. Why? Yesterday you texted me, things were fine and I-'' He cut you off, not even paying attention to the tears in your eyes, or the confusion and pain in your voice.
''I was not made for this, I can't just be here and play the happy little couple with you. So fuck all of this.'' He turned over and started walking to the door again ''Sorry for making you waste your time'' And right then, getting out of the frozen state you grabbed his wrist, making him look at you over his shoulder.
''You're not leaving until you give me a reason,'' Holding back the tears, you spoke ''What the hell? Yesterday you sent me a text telling me that you loved me, that you cared about me and now this?''
''Can't you fucking see it, then?'' He scoffed, turning around again ''I care about you more than I should, y/n. And the only thing I'm doing is dragging you down with me, it is better if I leave.''
''We... We had this type of conversation before, and I already told you that-''
''Told me what? That you'll stay with me until the end? My end is near, and if I don't go to jail I'll die and drag everyone down with me.'' He raised his voice. ''Get away from me, move on. Get a fucking life, one that's better than the shit I give you''
''You don't give me shit, Dabi. I love you, everything about you and how you are when you're with me'' It was impossible to hold back the tears that were escaping from your eyes at that point.
''You think I haven't noticed? How you look at couples in the street? Or the way you smile at the screen when you see your friends sharing their damn life, getting engaged, having kids, moving together. I can't even take you out for a fucking coffee'' He snapped.
''I never asked you any of that! I smile because I'm happy for them, not because I want their lives!'' You snapped to. Why was it so hard for him to understand? ''I'm not planning getting married, either having kids. I don't want the world to know, I give a fuck about posting pictures and stories on Instagram, I just want to enjoy my time with you!''
''You're not enjoying it! You are worried all the fucking time, let me go! Forget about me, get you someone who gives you what you deserve!'' If he could cry, tears would be running down his cheeks as well. ''I'm broken, I'm cursed. I look like a fucking zombie, y/n. Get the fuck away from me before we both go down.'' Dabi said in between his teeth as he hit the table with his fist.
''Listen, I know you. I know you're not a role model, I know you've killed people and done even worse. I'm not romanticizing those actions, they're wrong as fuck but guess what, this society is wrong too. All that Enji did to you? How some actions are done by heroes are hidden? All the pain you went through? All of this is fucked up. But guess what, I fell for you, for the one I knew under all of that pain'' You almost yelled, feeling your eyes burning because of the tears and your heart racing.
''Oh you do? Sorry to break it up to you, but I'm nothing but a monster, a villain who doesn't regret his actions, and will not regret them.''
''The monster that tells me how much he loves me when he thinks I fell asleep? Or the one that plays with my hair when I'm sad?'' Dabi was silent ''Is that the monster you're talking about?''
''Y/n...'' Dabi denied ''You're not getting this. I might hurt you, and I don't want that.''
''You won't. I'm a grown woman, I know where I am standing, and I want to keep standing by your side. ''And I also know you might die soon, so please, don't push me away. Not now'' This time your voice was low, your chin trembling. You felt how his hand pulled you from your nape, making your forehead rest against his. It was his gesture, the one he used to do when he wanted to say he loved you but he couldn't, the one when thanked you for anything, or the one when he wanted just to be close to you but was too ashamed to ask.
''Are you sure about this?'' He whispered ''Are you sure you want to burn with me?'' Dabi's eyes were closed, clenching his teeth as he resisted the urge to kiss you and hold you in his arms.
''Today, tomorrow, and always'' You whispered back, caressing his cheek with your thumb as you sobbed.
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Present time
Crickets and the sound of leaves against branches were the only sound filling the room, that and two lovers' breathing. You used one finger to trace Dabi's chest, drawing imaginary figures on his chest. The side of your body was holding your weight as you kept looking at him under the blueish light. Once you got tired, you pressed a soft kiss on his shoulder and lay down by his side, one hand on his abdomen and your face nuzzled against his neck.
''So you were really willing to burn with me'' He said suddenly, a raspy and tired voice.
''I told you I was'' You said, and then lifted your eyes at him ''How are you feeling?''
''Like shit'' He said, and then looked at the door ''y/n,'' he said in a low voice, still looking at the door ''Are they here?''
''Yes, they are.'' You said softly, having no idea how to approach that topic.
''What a lovely family meeting'' He chuckled and then coughed. ''This is so fucked up'' Dabi said again, moving his head to the side so it could rest on your temple.
''How can you still be an idiot even in this state?'' you said a little amused
''It is just who I am, doll. Can't help it y'know'' you felt a bit coldness in the hand that was on his abdomen, and it were the staples he had on his hand when he grabbed yours and squeezed it tightly.
Meanwhile, outside the room was someone watching every move. Her eyes were filled with tears, should she run over the man laying there or should she just wait? Rei thought that the second option suited best. His first son, the one who was wounded as much as physically and mentally looked in peace while laying next to the woman he loved. She had waited over years, a few hours more were fine. But what was Rei supposed to say to him? Was he going to hate her? Hate Natsu? Dabi was unpredictable, and his reaction had her worried. Maybe she was better at the hospital, isolated from all of that, but she already left her son on his own once, and now she had the chance to at least say sorry.
An hour passed, and you could tell Dabi was asleep again because of the rhythm of his chest, rising and falling slowly. His mouth was slightly open and his traits looked more relaxed. You left a kiss on his cheek before getting up, making your way towards the kitchen. Rei was standing in front of the window with a blanket over her shoulders, but she looked at you when your footsteps were louder.
''Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt'' You said with a small smile.
''You didn't'' She replied, looking calmer than you expected ''Is Tou-''She cut herself ''Is he okay?''
''Yes, he's sleeping right now. But tomorrow he'll be better, I think'' You smiled at her. It was hard to find the words, but just when you were about to say something, a male voice interrupted.
''Mother?'' Natsu asked, rubbing his eye with the side of his hand. ''Is everything ok?''
''Yeah, we were just speaking'' Rei said.
''Oh, I'm y/n by the way.'' You said looking at the two of them ''It is not the best way to meet but, here we are'' you shrugged your shoulders. ''I... I need to go to the village tomorrow to get some things, so... You can stay with him in the morning and, you know. I don't want to interrupt you'' you knew his story, and they had a lot to talk about.
''Maybe it is better if you're here. I haven't seen much but you're important to him, so probably he'll feel better if you're here''
The truth behind his words and Rei's agreement on Natsu's statement was that they were not sure what to do or how to act with him on their own. When Dabi was having hallucinations earlier, he recognized you. Rei saw you and him laying together, and she heard that tiny piece of conversation that told her you were important to him, someone he cared about. After saying that you were going to try and arrive earlier tomorrow so you can be there once Dabi's was awake, you gave them a smile so you could return to the room you were sharing with Dabi.
You lay back down, and you could felt how he moved and held you by the waist, pressing his chest against your torso, forehead against forehead as his hand was on your nape, using his thumb to caress the zone.
''Dabi! You're hurt, lay how you were'' You said worried, not even moving.
''I've been worse. Now shut up and just stay here'' Dabi mumbled, his scent and breathing close so close to you making you feel at home.
''Fine, you whining kid'' you laughed and heard him let out a low chuckle ''Do you need anything before I fall asleep?'' You asked, moving your fingers on his chest.
''A can of beer, maybe. Or you going down on me. Maybe you going down on my as I drink beer, that shit would be nice'' He said with a smile, making you laugh again.
''I'm serious, Dabi. Water? something for the pain?'' You asked again.
''I'm fine, dollface. Just keep your ass here by my side and don't go''
''Guess I could do that''
''You better''
You knew it. The way he held you, his snarky comments to avoid an answer, his hand on your nape, and silence. He was not Ok, he needed you there because he didn't know how to handle things at that point. His mother and brother were there, he saw them for brief seconds but it felt weird. His hate was against Endeavor, even against Shoto, but his mom? She was just another victim, and Natsu? He was there to hear him, to be a kind of support for him, how could he give them the same treatment as Endeavor? Those questions were screaming inside his head, and as they were becoming louder, the tighter he was holding you against his body.
Time kept moving, and before any of you could notice,
Morning came.
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The Child Of Geralt's Past
Pairing; (Platonic) Geralt x (Daughter)Reader
Warnings; potentially upsetting, involves death.
The small blonde ran into his arms with a haste like no other and he welcomed her albeit he was hesitant. Trying to suppress a gulp and repress his memories, he looked to the young girl but found himself to be looking at a face other than the Princess'.
Events occur 20 years prior to the first episode of the Netflix show
"You have to raise the sword higher," His white hair swayed in the wind as he took strides towards the young girl. He positions her arms in an upright manner and takes a step back.
"I don't understand why I need training when you won't even let me hold a real sword." The fourteen year old complained lowering the wooden stick to the ground. He lowered himself beside the fire and looked up at her while taking the skin off of a piece of roasted chicken.
"You don't, not while I'm around." Geralt reassured, his eyes rising from the chicken to the young girl who rolled her eyes and sat across from him.
"You're not always going to be around," she paused a twinge of regret seeping into her at her choice of words. She shook her head and continued speaking. "I could help you." She got up and sat beside him, their shoulders touching.
"I want to help you." Her eyes pierced into his. He averted his eyes and didn't respond, informing her that the conversation was over.
Three months had passed since she had last brought up the idea of joining him on one of his 'quests' -as she had called them- but Geralt had not changed his mind and was currently off, fighting monsters in the forest nearby the small village she currently resided in.
She had been reading a book, a fable Geralt had gotten her as a gift of sorts for her twelfth birthday (her birthday had been the day they had encountered one another), it told the story of a man named Jacob who had been shunned by those in his village for becoming overwhelmed with an illness which made his skin resemble that of a snake's until one day he slowly transformed into said creature.
A bell was ringing all throughout the village and sounds of manic yells and screams sounded throughout the village alongside it.
Her heart sped up and the first thing she had done was closed her book and ran out of the room, her hands still grasping it as she did so.
When she emerged she could see the barkeep cowering behind his counter and the patrons boarding up the inn.
"What's going on?" She asked her eyes wide and mouth agape. An older man with brown-grey hair and a balding beard turned to her drenched in sweat. "The dead, lass. Your witcher won't be finding them in no forest, they've come to the village, dozens, if not hundreds of 'em. We only thought there was ten of 'em at most." He shook his head overwhelmedat the thought.
She gulped before setting her book on the counter and walking toward the barkeep. "We should start a fire- perhaps that will deter them."
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Geralt had been trudging his way back to the village, vexed that the villagers had lied to him and wasted his time as well as one of his potions. The only upside had been that he had been paid in full for a job he didn't even need to do.
It wasn't until he got closer that he heard a commotion of sorts despite doubting it would be anything more than two drunks fighting Geralt quickened his pace until he could hear it more; women weeping, men defiantly yelling, children screaming. Geralt's eyes widened in realisation before he began to race through the forest as best as he could with his sword at the ready.
He could see smoke rising from above the trees, he could smell it. Death and fire was all he could see as he emerged from the forest.
The village was up in flames, people running and screaming as creatures crawled, walked and sprinted towards them.
The streets were flooded with debris from the buildings and torn apart villagers.
"Y/N!" He shouted frantically as he ran through the village, failing to acknowledge those who too were in peril, and needed saving, around him.
"Geralt!" A strained voice yelled from ahead of him accompanied by coughing.
Thundering footsteps accompanied him as he ran towards her voice, hoping to see her emerge from the cloud of smoke.
"Geralt where are you?" She shouted despaired accompanied by more coughing.
She was close by he knew that and just as he was about to run past another fallen building he heard a weak raspy, gasp and as strange as it is he knew it was her.
He looked and saw her, clutching her stomach, one of the dead laying atop of her headless.
He rushed over to her falling to his knees. "Y/N," he breathed, his eyes assessing her current state. Her eyes were weary and half-lidded, her mouth open and her chest and wounded stomach rising and falling unsettlingly slow but the worst of all was the wound she had sustained on her neck, a chunk of it had been taking and despite it being small, the blood loss she was experiencing was fatal.
For the first time in a long time, he felt tears come to his eyes. "Stay awake." He demanded grasping her cheek with a steady hand. Pitifully she lay her hand atop his which continued to grasp her cheek though she didn't possess the strength to tighten her grip.
"It's o-" she paused opening her eyes a little wider to look at Geralt, whose eyes were still assessing her wounds. "It's okay."
A deep sigh escaped Geralt before he shook his head. "Come on," he grasped her limp body in his arms and with a slight struggle finally lifted her in his arms carrying her as he had done when she was only a babe.
She hadn't even the strength to wince at the pain of his actions and instead attempted to stay awake and gaze at her Geralt's determined face.
"You know what they say when one gets bitten by the undead." Y/N stated with a sigh as she tried desperately to look at her stomach wound.
Geralt didn't answer her and she didn't know whether it was because he had ignored her or was too overcome by the thought of saving her from her sealed fate.
"I'll become one of them, won't I?" She stifled a sob determined not to cry and make Geralt feel any guilt for not being there.
His eyes looked to her face as he shook his head. "I won't let you, we'll get help-" Her voice interrupted his brashly as she pushed his statement out the window with reason.
"I can already feel it." She revealed with a shudder as she felt even colder than she previously had.
Geralt could see his horse, Roach, within the distance, who seemed completely unaware of her surroundings.
"I'm scared." She admitted reaching a hand to Geralt's hardened face.
"We'll get you to a healer just hold on." Geralt told her fiercely as he went to set her down on the ground.
As he stood up to retrieve his bag of potions from Roach a hand grasped his wrist firmly.
"Don't." Y/N pleaded with a sob. Geralt tried to tug his arm away feeling heated. "I have to try Y/N-" He spoke, his voice rough and harsher than he had intended.
"It's no use!" She weeped loudly. "Just stop please I don't want to become one of them!" She begged, her sobbing causing her even more pain. Geralt ignored her and pulled his wrist from hers and grabbed the bag before making his way back to her.
He spit the cork out of one of the poitons; a pain alleviation potion. Despite her pleas he forced the potion into her mouth before throwing it away, resulting in it smashing.
Before she could speak again he had forced another one into her mouth, one that would slow her fate.
Instead of being thankful she just sobbed, knowing that what he had done was pointless and would urge him to keep preventing the death she knew awaited her.
After he had done so, he grasped her gently and set her atop Roach and repositioned his bag on Roach again.
Wordlessly he sat himself on Roach, positioning himself behind Y/N.
"We'll won't make it to a healer in time, you have to do it now." She murmured softly as she slouched against him.
"Yes we will." Was all he had responded with as they continued to ride onward to the next village over which was 12 hours away at the least.
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Geralt started to feel deflated as he realised night had approached and he couldn't see the path ahead. He slowed Roach and peered down to look at the young girl who was unconscious but still alive. His eyes traced her jaw where her veins were now prominent but upon closer inspection it appeared that her veins were transparent all over her face.
Wordlessly he placed a kiss on top of her head, slightly shaking as he did so. He knew he was too late, he had no more potions to delay her illness and she would die any second now so he decided to do the only thing he could, comfort her.
He halted Roach and dismounted her before lifting Y/N up, waking her in the process and setting her on the ground, with her back against a tree.
He then proceeded to make a fire, trying to make the scene as normal as possible for both him and Y/N.
It had taken a few minutes of switching sticks but he finally struck a flame onto the pile of twigs he had stacked together.
The fire wasn't large but would still supply them with heat. He made his way over to Y/N and sat beside her. His eyes glossed her face, trying to recreate what she had looked like prior to the deterioration her body now faced.
It was silent for quite a few minutes before Y/N spoke up. "I'm scared." She admitted for the second time that day and Geralt kept his eyes on her face as he reached out to push away a strand of her hair.
"I know, I am too." He breathed deeply wanting to say more but not knowing what to say.
"Don't let me know when you're going to do it." She instructed before breathing out a slow tremoring breath.
Geralt didn't reply or ask what she meant because he knew exactly what she meant and couldn't find the strength within him to even contemplate the thought of what he would do.
Silence ensued once again as both their eyes found comfort in the fire in front of them.
"I just," she paused attempting to compose herself and suppress a sob, drawing Geralt's eyes to her. "Want you to know that I've enjoyed every day with you and you're the best thing to ever happen to me," she found the strength to look at him. "I love you dad." At her statement Geralt smiled and tears trickled down his face. He wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he could without hurting her. "I love you more than anything, kiddo." He stated shutting his eyes tightly.
Once he removed his arms from her he saw her eyes glossing over and took notice that she was going in and out of consciousness. With careful slow movements as to not arouse suspicion he sat behind her so that she was placed between his legs with her back to his chest.
He stroked her hair, attempting to muster up the courage to do what must be done. He heard her struggle to breath and watched as her body convulsed repeatedly. He couldn't afford to look at her face or else he'll lose the courage to do what he has to.
"I'm sorry." He whispered mostly to himself than to her before wrapping one arm around her neck and forcing her head to turn so quickly that it snapped ceasing her pain and her existence.
As soon as it was done, his shuddering breath interrupted the silence of the forest and he forced himself to look ahead not daring to look down at what he had done. She lay limply in his arms. He didn't want to let her go, he couldn't so he just sat there, and attempted to trick his own mind into believing that she lay asleep in his arms, that her body was moving because she was restless in her sleep and not because his chest forced her body to move in sync with his breaths.
He lay in that uncomfortable position for hours, his breathing had calmed slightly but he still could not come to terms with what he had done. He couldn't fathom knowing he wouldn't ever see or hear her again or that he had been the one to kill her. It was the early hours once he had found the strength to move her and he had done so with his eyes closed.
As he stood he faced away from her body -which was propped against the tree- contemplating whether to bury it or to burn it.
Once his mind was made up, he left her along with Roach to search for more wood to create a pyre, a memorial if you will.
Once he was satisfied with his findings he got to work on the pyre, ignoring the thought of the person he was building it for.
It took him an hour or two and he had to use some strips of the shirt he wore to tie the many bits of wood together but after seeing it decorated with her blood he decided to discard it.
Once that first challenge was done the next came and with dread he turned to look at Y/N's body. Her face was a lot more pallid than its original dark/tan/peach/light colour however the veins were not visible anymore, and with the exceptions of the massive wounds and blood covering her, she looked asleep.
He felt relieved that he had managed to halt the process of her becoming a creature like him, but part of him would've rather she become a creature than die, but he would never have subjected her to that life against her will.
He began to make a fire again although this time it ignited upon his torn shirt which he had lay on the ground. He grasped the shirt from the end which was not yet burning and threw it onto the pyre. Although it took some time, the majority of the pyre was alight before it was noon and so as gently as he could he lifted Y/N's body as though he didn't want to wake her from her slumber and approached the flaming pyre.
He stopped directly in front of it and looked to the young girl in his arms. He stroked her face and looked fondly, taking note of her face so it would be engraved in his memory forever.
He leaned forward and placed a firm kiss to her forehead before wordlessly setting her body on the pyre, scalding his arms in the process. He flinched but didn't pull away until he was satisfied that she was presented as respectfully as possible.
Once he was done he turned away and walked over to the tree, bile making it's way out of his mouth as he vomited from the stress and pain he was enduring.
A sob escaped him and tears fell from his face before he once again composed himself with a deep breath and retrieved his dagger.
He walked to the tree Y/N had died under and carved her name and the date she had died.
It was decided from that moment that this was her grave. He waited until the fire died down, feeding Roach and talking with her, hoping to extract some kind of comfort from the mare. Once the fire was gone and all that was left was dead wood and ashes he approached the pyre where Y/N's body no longer lay and ashes lay instead. He retrieved as much of Y/N's ashes as he possibly could and scooped them into an empty potion bottle before leaving for good, never to return.
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As he gazed at Cirilla, his mind could only see Y/N in that moment as though he had been given a second chance to protect her but once he dismissed his vision he was disillusioned when he realised that the girl who stood before him was his law of surprise, Princess Cirilla.
Despite feeling some disappointment he felt a determination as he had a purpose again so he swore to himself that he would raise Cirilla different, that she would become a fighter, as strong as she could be so that she may survive unlike Y/N and live the life Geralt had hoped Y/N could.
He clutched his medallion which was engraved with the first intial of Y/N's name and held within it Y/N's ashes.
'Missing you everyday kiddo.'
(Just want to say thanks to reading all of @cas-kingdom witcher fics I managed to build the courage to finish my own. It might be a bit rusty since it's my first time writing a fic on Tumblr but I'm pretty happy with it. I completely made up Jacob's story btw.)
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