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slutt4ellie · 2 months

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Sacred Hearts Entwined

PT2 Faithful Whispers

Ellie Williams x Reader

Part 1 -> ✞

Part 3 -> ✞

What do you do when you’re falling hopelessly in love with your best friend.?

Summery: Ellie was supposed to be a friend, are the feelings that are corrupting you worth it? Why did you kiss her, why even risk it. Now you’re going to lose her.

Warnings -> A lot of Homophobia / arraigned marriage/ angst / Controlling parents / d slur is mentioned! / (lmk if I missed anything else!)

Tag list: @a-little-bit-of-everybody @bready101 @lenaloveslesbians

WC: 3.8k

(Not proofread)

(Ellie)

My mouth tastes like iron and everything is numb, it went from pure lust to rage and anger in a matter of seconds. I just keep thinking, “Could I have prevented it?”. Should I have pushed her back as soon as our lips met, tell her this is wrong, everything that my parents would have strongly preferred. Am I the one who fucked up in the end…? It’s not like it matters anyway, I can still hear the muffled yells coming from downstairs, he's arguing with my mom, she's against the boarding school idea, she believes I was corrupted or something, she fully believes they can fix me, no correction system needed. My dad on the other hand wants me gone, he can’t even bear to look me in my eyes. I’m like some foreign alien that just snuck inside our house and took its place as me, I know for a fact as of now he wishes he could just find the “Real me”.

(30 minutes previously)

As I heard the door swing open I quickly pushed Ellie back, wiping my lips, my eyes now meeting with her father. Shit. I step back looking at him wondering if he even saw us. He quickly talks, his voice strained, filled with anger “What were you guys doing?” Ellie looks at me, her eyes already filled with tears, all I wanted to really do was just hug her, he quickly yells “I SAID WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING!” I just shake my head and spit out “Nothing!” My voice is filled with nervousness and it feels like I just embarrassed myself. “I should have known, you guys were always too close, having sleepovers and sleeping in the same bed!” Ellie just spits out wiping her own tears “There’s nothing going on dad! We’re friends!” Then his attention fully shifts to me, he steps closer to the point where I need to step back in order to not make any contact. It’s like something just shifts, like he figured the “truth”.

“All those sleepovers, were you guys-” I almost immediately shut down what he was about to say, my voice now more stable. “No!” And as I finish my sentence he grabs my collar which makes tears instantly form in my eyes. “You ruined her. Ellie wasn’t like this before you.” I hated that argument, we met at six, nothing was even there, none of those feelings were even formed until almost 9 years later. It was bullshit, and for some stupid reason I spit that out “Thats fucking bullshit!”. I covered my mouth right after finishing the sentence, I just dug my own grave and that realization was becoming apparent. His grip on my collar tighten and he gets uncomfortably close to my face “You’re a fucking dyke, and you had to drag Ellie into that.” I can see Ellie step forward, her head peeking over his shoulder, tears still streaming down her face as her eyes get puffy and red “Dad let her go! Please” I can’t help but feel like I ruined Ellies life, I was the one who leaned in and kissed her and now- now we're both going to be sent away.

Unlucky for me Ellie's dad doesn't even pay attention to anything she's saying all his attention is fully focused on me “You’ll never see her again.” The way he says it sticks to the back of mind, because I know it's true, the chances of me and Ellie ever even being friends again is most likely over. So now I start crying. It feels like I just lost everything in less than an hour. Ellie grabs him and attempts to pull him back, but as soon as she even lays a finger on her he turns around slapping her with no hesitation.

Ellies nose starts bleeding and her cheek glows red, and once his attention isn't on me and his grip is loose I run over to Ellie as she cuffs her nose. I quickly rolled up my sleeve to wipe the blood from her nose. I talk stuttering over every word “fuck- are- Ellie are yo- are you okay?” I’m now starting to hyperventilate on the brink of a panic attack but Ellie just nods fast. Ellie’s dad immediately rushes over to us, and no not to help Ellie, he rushes over to grab me by the back of my shirt to pull me away from Ellie. “LEAVE” He yells at me, but this time I don’t budge, Ellie is still fucking bleeding and all his attention is still focused on me, he won’t even look at Ellie.

I push him back literally just trying to make sure Ellie is okay but before I even can, she spits out “Just leave..” her voice is quivering and cracking, I can tell she just doesn’t want me to get hurt. So I finally stepped back. I can tell just by the way she's looking at me this is goodbye, at least for a while..

(Present)

I get home and just by the way my parents are watching me I can tell Ellie's parents called them, I assumed they would, at the end of the day as soon as we got caught kissing I knew everything was fucked. “You and Ellie, you’re fucking sneaking around dating” My dad says stepping closer to me, my energy just completely gone and I sigh tiredly not being able to take this outdated homophobic shit. “Me and Ellie are frie-” My mom talks fast, not even allowing me to finish my sentence “YOU WERE KISSING HER, YOU. SNUCK. OUT.” She yells at me standing beside my dad, I can’t even defend myself. What do I even say “We were hugging!” I can’t do anything in this situation. My dad talks again “Pack your bags, we’re leaving in the morning” as my dad finishes my sentence I start tearing up once again. “Where am I even going!?” I yell at them, my respect is now gone, there’s zero point if I'm being sent away. Instead of answering my dad holds out his hand, his palm laying flat. “Phone” I look at him “What?” he now yells “PHONE” I pull it out of my pocket throwing it in his hand before going up the stairs quickly before slamming the door shut.

I open my closet finding the box with all the stuff I don't want my parents EVER finding, pods, weed, vapes, etc. The one thing that was genuinely the most important thing was my pink Ipod touch mini from when I was 8. I always had it in case I got grounded and wanted to talk to friends, the good thing was I knew Ellie had one too, a blue one she got to match me, so for that reason as soon as I unlock it, I disregard everything else and just start texting her.

You

4:17 - Ellie, are you good??

4:18 - Pls answer

Ellie

4:19 - Parents r arguing, i think i'm gonna go to a boarding school

You

4:19 - I’m being sent away

Ellie

4:20 - What?!

4:20 - Where??

You

4:20 - idfk they won't even tell me

4:21 - im so fucking sorry

Ellie

4:21 - why are you even sorry??

You

4:22 - because i started the whole thing

4:22 - If i didn’t kiss u we would be fine rn

Ellie

4:23 - dont fucking talk like that

4:23 - if u didn’t kiss me then i would have been overthinking everything rn

You

4:24 - well we’d still be able to hang out

Ellie

4:24 - well we can figure it out?

You

4:26 - Ellie I don't even know where the boarding school is

4:26 - chances r no service, and i wont be able to bring my phone theyre definitely gonna search my suitcase

Ellie

4:26 - then we’ll send fucking letters idfk

You

4:27 - send letters w no address?

Ellie

4:27 - js stop??

4:27 - we’ll figure something out dude???

You

4:29 - Ellie..

Ellie

4:29 - stop

4:29 - dont fucking add “…”

4:29 were gna be fine?

You

4:30 - u know love you

Ellie

4:30 - i know that

4:30 - i dont wanna lose u

You

4:31 - It’ll be alright, we’ll meet each other again and it will be fine

4:32 - promise.

Ellie

4:32 - I love you

Once you see that final message the gravity of the situation becomes way more tense, the last time you saw Ellie she was bleeding from her nose crying . You start packing your bags wiping tears trying to silently cry, not wanting your parents to come in. You caused this whole situation, you knew you did. If you never called her that word, you would have never snuck out, you wouldn't have kissed her, her dad wouldn’t have caught you, and chances are everything would be “perfect” at least to a degree..all you could do is stare around your room now just realizing how half of your room was covered in her

And not pictures, just resonances are her, pictures she drew of you, stuffed animals she bought, clothes you stole that still have her scent on it, everything around you had Ellie in it, she made you who you are. And as you look around your room, your eyes land on that polaroid picture. The picture was of you two, the sunset in the back and you’re just both smiling shoulder to shoulder.

(Summer, 15 years old)

The wind was blowing on your skin as your hair flew all around the back of your neck, Ellie was in front of you riding on her bike “Come on we're gonna miss it'' She yells trying to usher you to bike faster “The sun won’t set that fast relax!” You groan trying to push faster. “I don’t care! We’re going to miss it so push fucking faster!” She pushes faster than you so you now have to try and match her pace. “Holy shit! Can you slow down” She shakes her head and just goes faster until you guys finally make it. It’s actually really beautiful, the sun setting reflecting off the water as the pink sky illuminates all their surroundings. “Shit..” You sigh fully out of breath and Ellie just smiles at you barely watching the sunset, then you finally turn to look at her “I did not bike all the way here for you to stare at me Ellie” Her whole face turns red and she looks away “I’m not even looking at you, I just think you look gross when you’re all sweaty” The words were

slightly harsh but you try to laugh it off “Ha ha, when did you become such a comedian!” Ellie looks back at you “Oh fuck off” You smile and walk closer to the water “Wait- what are you doing??” she says looking at you quickly running up beside you “Well you said I look sweaty so i'm going to go into the water?” Ellie sorta nods at the response “Well we don’t have bathing suits” You smile at the response “Okay?” You say taking off your shirt leaving you in just a bra. Ellie quickly turns around not looking at you. “I-uh, people” Ellie says and you just shrug “No one comes here like ever, it’s backroads?” You take off your jeans throwing them on the sand and shortly after Ellie then does the same as you not turning around since it’s awkward. “Are you looking?” Ellie asks nervously unbuttoning her own jeans “Oh yeah, hardcore staring actually!” You joke not even batting an eye towards her.

Ellie walks into the water immediately saying “Holy shit! Dude its so fucking cold!!” You laugh and impulsively splash her, getting her whole face wet. “Fuck you!” Ellie laughs jumping forward in the water taking you down with her getting you and her both fully soaked “Stop!” You laugh trying to tackle her in the water when you grab her shoulders and you both just stop trying to fight, only focusing on each other. It’s filled with silence, not awkward silence though, just the sound of the waves splashing against the shore and the breathing coming from both of your mouths..neither of you even broken eye contact..

You move your hand on her face moving a loose strand of hair out of Ellie's eyes, her whole face turns red just by the touch of you plus the intense eye contact doesn’t help. Ellie slightly leans in, not enough for it to be deemed weird but enough so now your faces are closer. You basically naturally do the same, so now at this point you're just mere inches from each other's lips. The moment comes to a short end though when a loud honking comes from the street causing you to both flinch back. The honk leads you to talk to fill the now awkward silence “We should head back, suns basically down” You smile backing away from Ellie moving your hands off her shoulder, Ellie just nods not speaking. You didn’t know it but Ellie felt like a complete idiot that day, she just simply wished she leaned in closing the gap between your lips..

(Present)

You just fully start crying all over the polaroid, the memories flood back and you start to wonder why you guys didn’t just kiss. Let alone act like it happened, even though you guys didn’t talk about that moment you both had a mutual understanding that it would be weird to talk about it again? There was no point. You were always so dumb with your feelings, that's why it took so unbelievably long to finally start to accept that maybe you don’t think of Ellie as just some friend. Your mind is rightfully scattered and you start to think things like “If we kissed then would everything be different right now?” “Would we be together?”. You quickly shut down those thoughts, it’s not what matters right now, you don’t have a time machine and you can’t go back, plus right now you’re way too focused on the fact you have to somehow keep in contact with Ellie you guys talked almost everyday and now there’s a chance that there might be a forever absence of her presence..what are you even supposed to do?

Pack up the 10 years of friendship. Find a guy to marry just to get your parents approval, it’s not fair that way. You can’t just lose her..So found your mind was wondering the whole night thinking

of ways you could be together until you ultimately fell asleep, praying to wake up in an alternate universe where Ellie is holding you, a world where it’s just you and her.

You wake up feeling groggy and out of place, the sun shining on you through the sheer curtains hitting right on your left eyeball. You groan and sit up not even having a minute of peace before your mom comes into your room, not even knocking. “Get dressed, the taxi is going to be here in 20 minutes” You look at her, reality finally setting again. “Where am I going..?” You try again, looking at her when she finally answers “Boarding school in Europe.” Your heart immediately sinks..”Europe?” Your voice shakes, you make eye contact with her, you want your mom to see how this is hurting you, the tears settling in your eyes. “It’s furthest away from here, so yes.” She looks at you, not an ounce of pity in her voice, she doesn’t care what you think, and there's nothing you can say to change her mind.

“All this because I kissed Ellie..?” It’s the first time you’re actually saying it out loud and you hate yourself because it feels so wrong, and it's not because you don’t like Ellie, or you completely regret kissing her, it’s because of the look your mom gave you after you finished the sentence. It’s a look that has disgust and utter disappointment lingering all throughout it. It made you feel like you're some monster, who just wished death upon her or something. She replied her voice is still filled with disappointment. “There’s something wrong with you, and these people will fix you sweetie, I promise.” She takes a step forward and rubs your cheek yet you don’t hesitate to push her hand off. “Nothing is wrong with me!” Your mom steps back and looks at you trying to talk to you softly but realistically it was just some condescending tone that tried to convince you that you were in the wrong “Hun, Ellie and you, you guys are both sick, and it’s okay, once you both get help you’re going to understand where all of us are coming from.” You feel like you’re going to explode “Sick” she’s acting like this is some cold that will blow over and a fucking week.

“Can you get out.” You say no longer making eye contact with her, you can't bear to at this point. “What?” She says almost confused, probably thinking “I didn’t even do anything wrong”. So you talk again this time standing up “Well I need to get changed, so can you get out” You say looking at her. She just nods while walking out. You quickly get dressed and grab your suitcase, it hurts to know you won’t see this room for at least a year.

As you're walking downstairs your dad doesn't even look at you, he just holds open the door and grabs your suitcase, throwing it into the taxi. You look at both of your parents, your mom gives you a hug but you're pity so you obviously don’t hug back. Your dad will not even look at you, it’s like you’re a fucking disappointment in his eyes..

And as you get into your car and drive away, it can’t help but hurt leaving your childhood house, neighborhood, friends, but most importantly Ellie. All the memories would fade and be replaced with new ones. It all sucked, and what was worse was that you didn’t know it now but it would be 3 years till you went back.

I was sixteen then and now I'm nineteen. As soon as I saw “Welcome to Westborough” it almost felt eerie, my smile just instantly faded . “You okay?” My fiancé chuckles holding my hand. I quickly nod “Yeah of course” I give a simple smile. James. It was all my parents' idea. When you were 17 your parents came up with the golden Idea to get married. It would get you not so focused on her. So that's when that's where he came in. It was my moms friend's son. You’ve met him a few times. He was always nice but marrying him?! Marrying him felt so out of place. You didn’t even know him..so you just kept on denying him and it came to the point where my parents ended up forcing you, they said if you didn’t they would cut all contact, they would start telling your family the real reason why you went to Europe and you would end up losing everyone. So you agreed and at 18 he proposed and you two have been living in Europe for the time being. You felt like you just couldn’t go back to Westborough, too much has happened.

So when the ones who forced you out of Westborough wanted you to come back to have your wedding you were silently fuming. “Soo you’re going to show me your childhood home?” James asks, smiling lightly, kissing your neck. You just sorta smile “Guess so?” You say looking out the window as you guys pull up to your house with your parents already standing on the porch. You don't even want to get out, you know Ellie most definitely has her own life and it’s probably a low chance she still even lives here but everything about being back seems so scary.

You get out of the taxi and James goes to get your guy’s luggage as you walk up hugging your mom. You look at your dad and sorta smile, your guy's relationship has never been the same since the situation. You still believe he thinks of you as a completely different person. James walks up and shakes his hand “Hey son!” Your dad smiles at James. You walk into the house and James follows you “Where’s your room?” He smiles looking at you “Just upstairs i'll show you” He follows you upstairs walking in as he puts down your suitcase.

You look around yourself noticing they haven’t touched anything, it looks like your parents didn’t even go into your room once. James walks over to your desk noticing the polaroid flat on your desk, you turn over to look at him and he softly says “Who’s this?” You walk up to him looking at the polaroid of you and Ellie on the beach and you shrug. “Just an old friend” He looks at her “Were you two close?” You sorta hate yourself for what you're about to say “No not really, just friends for a few months.” You only say this simply because you don’t wanna say why you never told him about a friendship that lasted 10 years, it would be too much for him..and you..

It shortly faded into the night, James and your dad went out to bond or something? You don’t even really know they just said that they’re heading out for a little. You look at your watch rubbing your eyes while yawning “10:47pm” you mumble under your breath standing up..As you walk outside of your room you hear the tv going off from the first floor so you quietly go downstairs to see your mom passed out on the couch.

It sucks because you feel like you should hate her. Your whole life has constantly been controlled by your parents, they sent you away at 16 because you were “sick”. You just try to remind yourself her parents probably made her like this, so you grab a blanket and put it on your mom. You sigh walking to the front door and start putting on your jacket, you just need to walk. So that's what you do for the next 10 minutes until you make it into town, stuff has stayed the exact same, which works out in your favor because you know where the closet bar is! You open the door and there's only like 5 people in now 6 including you..And as you look over at the front bar you notice the bartender isn’t even there, you sorta just groan but reluctantly walk over and sit down. You're just looking down at the bar table when you hear the kitchen door open and a girl says “Sorry to keep you wait-” You wonder why she stopped so you decide to look up.

The girl is no other than Ellie..

A/N -> ts took so long for actually no reason 😭

again there will probably be another part since it ends on a cliffhanger, just lmk if u wanna be in the tag list and i’ll add u!!

I will also probably be making another story, i have a rough draft for it right now but i don’t rlly no what to do with the plot, that story will again also most likely have more then one part!

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susvale · 3 months

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M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

#homelander #homelander x reader #steve rogers #captain america x Reader #cross over #avengers endgame #the avengers #the seven #the boys #marvel

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trashcanpurpledragon · 2 months

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Miss you more than my life

PART 2

Lab at Night 10:31 pm

Donnie felt uneasy, like something was bothering him. Of course there was that thing with y/n and him, he knew deep inside he had to apologize to them, but he also knew he was far too prideful to say something…

When the both of you got married, he told them that his work consumed most of his time, most of his life…but even at this warning they did not want to step back…

“You think i don’t know that? I have been working by your side for a bunch of years know so yeah…i know how your life can be 95% work…but… if you let me, i want to be that 5% left and who knows? maybe i will gain more terrain over time!”

He smiled at the thought of you both that day when the decision was made, your smile wide and eyes filled with happy tears, memories of happier times.

"We are so childish. When the shift is over, I'm gonna compensate for everything. I’ll fix all this mess." He thought.

He start thinking in every posible route for that talk, but in every single path the result was the same. They were gonna talk, probably gonna start fighting, maybe start crying again…oh dear Einstein no tears, he’s weak when they start crying… but then he was gonna apologize because now he knows his pride is not worthy of losing them. Waking up to a empty bed, seeing them everyday in a cold silence, colder than the space outsite the earth, not talking…not kissing…

Who would say that him, the great Donatello Hamato, the one that dislikes physical touch most of the time. Who is the one protecting the whole base, THE MOST INTELLIGENT LIVING BEING!...would miss the touch of his love…their arms… resting his head on their legs and sleeping even when he knew he had more important things to do than staying in his partner's lap.

But…

Nothing is more important than them.

The softshell looked at the clock on the panel on his wall.

1 am

He then stare at his work between his hands, it was incomplete but if this works they way he wanted, this stupid machine was gonna give them a heads up everytime a Krang started getting closer. Also, it would scan the persons approaching the resistance…a few weeks ago Michel had come with concerning news.

Apparently he found two krang-zombies but…they were fearly awake, of course they were visibly covered with krang parasites and when they got closer, the krang-zombies started attacking the whole team.

There were no fatalities but…also no information and that was the thing that annoy the softshell the most.

Leonardo ordered to be more careful to any krang-zombie, but that made him worry.

If the krangs were playing with the bodys that they were infecting…then anything can happen, of course, everybody knows that those creatures are smart enough to play with biological material…but they had never showed any interest in doing things like this.

“Maybe…they want us to help the sick and…” Said Michel but he could not end that sentence.

“And attack the hideouts without them knowing where we are…they are getting impatient” ended Leonardo with an angry face.

The krangs were starting to attack not only physically…but mentally too, attacking the hope of the ones that lost their friends and families by using puppets of them.

“If only they could see that his work was gonna save a lot of lifes that could be in risk because of those stupid 2.0 krang-zombies” said donnie with annoyance and then…he remembered what he was thinking to begin with…

His stupid brain that hiperfocuses in the logical things but left behind the rest, Michel had told him again and again that not everything was about numbers and logic, but if the world could be just like THAT, if not everyone in this dumb dumb world could focus more in the importance of logics, the point of doing the math first and seeing that his way is not as bad as everyone tries to make it look like…it was not his intention to hurt them…it’s just that, his work is way more important than…

…No…

Wait

Nothing is more important than them…the persons he loves…

Is just…he cannot help everyone if he is not working, if he was working instead of resting maybe he would have foresing that new move in the krang plans and be wary of them…if the Krang notice the reaction of their teams at his new toy they will start doing more of them and worse, they would be better that the one his little brother saw back then.

The resistance don’t need him to be sleeping, they need him working! Damn it! why nobody can see it?, He is the only one smart enough to look ahead of the Krangs movements, if he was not working…What was his purpose?...He NEEDED to be useful for the people…for his family…for his love.

Donnie let out a big sigh and turned his gaze to the ceiling above him, once again he is making excuses for his behavior…AGAIN. He punched the table where he is working making everything on it jump or fall.

“Damn bro, what has that table done to you? Jeez you nearly broke whatever that thing is” Oh that voice, the voice of his nightmares most of the time.

“What do you want Nardo, it’s not a good time” answered Donnie, annoyed without even turning the chair to look at his twin entering his lab.

Donnie stared at the machine that he was working on, without thinking, with no need of paying any attention to it. He had at least half of the structure of his machine done, this thing may be the key for security of the whole base, and let them rest with ease at least for a few weeks…or a waste of time and resources.

“Hey, Don” Leonardo brought him back again to reality.

“WHAT?” He snapped at him but only then, they looked at each other’s eyes.

Leonardo looked tired, this whole war did a number on every living being, but to his brother, to him it destroyed him on different levels. He looked older than his real age, his chasm is now way bigger than Raph ever was and his eyes don’t shine as bright as before. Donatello would never admit it but… he missed that shine in his twin eyes. Is not that his twin stoped being annoying with his puns or behavior…it just that sometimes when he thinks nobody is watching…he can see his twin losing his light for a bit before masking again.

“I was not gonna put my nose in whatever is happening between you and your spouse but this–”

“Good, then don’t put your nose in my marital problems” cut his twin without looking, without stoping working.

“Jar jar, common Dee, you know that i would never–” once again, Donnie interrupted him.

“And then here you are, bothering…again”

His brother made a growl and proceeded to cross his arms over his chest. While Donnie continued building his thing, never stopping being useful even when his twin was bothering him.

“YOUR LOVE was crying a few hours ago” says Leo, and only with those few words he had Donnie standing from his chair and looking directly at him.

“Are they ok?! why were they crying? are they hurt? is there any problem? is–” Leonardo let out a little laugh, not with malice, the whole scene was just to “cute” for him.

In front of him instead of the grumpy twin of his that probably was sulfuring about hundred problems at the same time, moving his hand faster than his brain could think, that just a few minutes ago was yelling at him for being annoying and all that stuff, now that very same turtle is looking at him with worry all over his face, any piece of anger that was there now was replaced, and that look made him smile. There were few moments in life when his brother showed this type of worry for someone outside the family.

“He is so in love for them” though Leonardo

The red eared slider took donnie by his shoulders, so he would shut up and be still for enough time for him to explain everything. “They are ok!, Calm down dude”

Donnie visibly relaxed after these words, and just stared at his twin knowing that those words were not the last ones.

“As i was saying, i’m not trying to meddle in your marriage or anything but you need to understand that after you both got married, they also became part of our family, that means if YOU make them cry i have to act as a good brother-in-law and come here to give you a talk”

“That’s not what a brother-in-law does…also that’s not your duty as a leader?” donnie looked at his brother raising an eyebrown

“...Why you both keep saying that?” Leo said irritated but continued “yes BUT i’m doing this because you and the other dumb dumb are part of the family, ‘cause they are YOUR other half…and as twins your are my other half, so that makes this whole situation a problem that at least should be talked about between both of us.”

At these statement Donnie just look at his brother, his twin and gave him a small smile and resigned to lisening whatever was gonna say.

“Aaaaaaaand also i just saved your sorry ass of having a session with doctor feelings”

“I hate doctor feelings” was the only answer donnie gave with a shiver making leo laugh a bit more

“Look, i know that whatever happened was your fault” at this statement donnie made a “Hey!” that Leo cut before it could grow more “come on, you know is AT LEAST half true.”

Donnie didn’t say a thing, giving Leo a point.

“I don’t care for details, really, if you don’t want to tell me is fine but i think you both really need to talk, because what they told me is… kinda of… um… not sure if sad is the correct word but i guess is the closest thing i can come with.” said Leo while scratching his head.

“Did… did they say anything to you?” Donnie's voice was so small, almost afraid to know the answer but concerned enough to search for it “are they mad?”

“I will not tell you what exactly they said but… i can tell you that they are sad in a way that they are starting to have thoughts that will be a problem later if you both don’t fix this soon”

Donnie didn’t say anything so leo continued “Look, i know you love them, god knows that you are happy by their side. We, as your family, know your way of love, but sometimes you can be kind of… rude. You try to do all things on your own, even when we have told you before that you don’t need to be working 24/7… yes… we are at war and is… all of this is just bullshit… and that probably without you we would be far worse than we are now, but you also need to rest and enjoy your partner while you can… since this war can take everything we love…”

The brothers look at each other, pain all over their faces, different kinds of pain; one of fear to run the same luck as his twin, the other with the pain of someone that lives with regret.

“I know you miss L/L too…” Donnie tried saying in an attempt to soothe his twin’s old pain.

“We are not talking about them or me for the matter” leo said with a hard voice and gave a big sigh “i’m just saying that you should try and talk”

“I…I know that”

Both brothers stayed silent for a bunch of minutes before Leonardo broke it.

“Have you slept at all?” questioned

“Scoff, as if i had the time. I’m working in something for the 2.0 Krang-zombies” answered Donnie looking at the table were his invention was laying…half build, half operational.

“And what that thing is? It looks like that killer robot from the movie of weird small dolls with numbers on their backs” start saying Leo getting closer and looking at the piece “yeah! that one that made Raph and Mikey had nightmare for like a whole week or so”

Donnie looked as his twin perplexed, he did not know what surprised him more: the fact of Leo remembering a movie that they watched when they were like 6 or the fact of Leo remembering ONE SINGLE CHARACTER of a 2009 movie that they watched only once.

“When i finish it” Donnie started to say, ignoring the question “it will help us scan the persons entering our safe zone and keeping and eye out for the krangs getting close”

“Scan the persons?” asked Leo looking at his brother

“I build it for the 2.0 Krang-zombies as i just told you, do you ever listen to me?”

“Yeah but you usually made things in the computer, like programs and all that stuff. It has been a while since you actually build something outsite the cars or something for the base” said Leo “The krang-pupets also put you alert?”

“Krang…puppets?” he could not be serius

“yeah, the troups haven’t seen one since Mikey, but we are all wary…The fact that they still could talk and Mikey could not heal them…”

“Yeah…”

But before Donnie could say anything Leo spoke

“Let’s go”

The softshell look at him confused “Go were?”

“To the communication room, it’s like 4 and half or so”

“What? No, it’s around 2 am, I looked a few minutes ago and–” it was in fact 4:43 am, he had been working so much that lost the notion of time “It’s 4:41…but what’s the use of going? They are probably working and waiting for their shift to end”

“You my brother, are ZERO romantic” Leo smiled at the annoyed face of his twin “Their shift ends at 6am right? Then you both could crack a few lines and have a smooth beginning when you see each other face to face”

They look at each other…and then “Tired sigh…Fine”

Leo smiled at his victory and both of them started walking, talking about stupid things Leo wanted him to say over the com that OF COURSE he would never say, because

a) It was impractical

b) It was stupid

c) He was not gonna give Leonardo another victory

and most importantly!

d) He was gonna say it in private with Y/N and only with them alone

“Common Dee! what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not a matter of life and death, they are literally at the door” questioned a very happy Leonardo

“Says the turtle that hates doing guarding shifts” answered a very annoyed Donatello.

“I hate being still, anyways they have the safest jobs today. It’s fine”

And even at this words, Donatello was still feeling uneasy. They arrived at the central com and looked at the time in the clock on the wall.

4:58 am

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Editor’s note: I was promised two drawings in exchange for correcting any mistranslation or errors on this fanfic. Sorry if I missed any. Enjoy your sad turtles.

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Anyways... Thank you for been so patient waiting for this fanfic to continue, yes there is at least two more parts of this history 💜 I'M REALLY sorry if there is something that does not make sense, english is not our first language 😥

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For Your Family

Here I come for a new request for my Comeback Event! This was an anon request for Sirius Black : “Hi! :)) can I request, please? Sirius Black+ Soulmates AU + Arranged marriage

It'd nice if reader's house is Slytherin (if not it's totally ok) Thank you so much lovely! 💚”

Thank you so much for your request, anon! I wasn’t so sure how to include an arranged marriage in the Marauders world, I hope you won’t be disappointed in the choice I’ve made to explain why the two had to get married. I’m not a huge fan of the whole pureblood thingy that’s quite commonly used… so I’ve tried to find another way.

I hope you like what I’ve written for your request!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: set during the First Wizarding War, mentions of trauma, violence, and some sacrifices to be made to protect one’s loved ones. No actual depiction of violence, though. A make out session, but nothing explicit (still no nsfw here).

Summary: Your fight against Voldemort has gotten you into trouble, and now your family is at risk. Your only choice to protect your family is to separate yourself from them, and what better way to do that than to marry Sirius Black? After all, your families hate each other. But in a world of soulmates, faking a marriage is even more complicated.

Word Count: 5233

It’s funny how a life can be turned upside-down all of a sudden.

A matter of minutes, and everything stops, everything is destroyed, everything needs to be reinvented.

This is one of these moments. The moment when you lose everything that was familiar and need to reinvent yourself if you’re to survive. Weird feeling. Overwhelming. So overwhelming that you don’t really register the news when it falls on your shoulders. You don’t understand it. Or rather, you understand the words, your brain fathoms their meaning but the emotional connection is blocked. You’re numb more than devastated.

Strange.

“The only way to keep your family safe is to never go back. Show that you’ve detached yourself fully from them.”

“But they’re not on our side…”

“I know, but that doesn’t change anything. They’re not on His side either. Which means that He could still consider them a threat. Traitors. He could think that they are on our side too. Do you understand, Y/N?”

You stare at Moody and his strange magical eye, and nod. You understand. It’s logical thinking. You need to make sure that your family is out of any suspicion, or the Dark Lord will come for them. They’re already into hiding, but you need to make sure that everybody knows that your choice to fight in the Order doesn’t match their own fight. They are neutral in this war, and you don’t blame them. They don’t agree with Voldemort, they’re just scared.

You are too. Absolutely terrified. But what else can you do? You reckon that you won’t be able to live with yourself if you just hide with the rest of your family and do nothing.

“What can I do to show that there is no link between my family and myself anymore?” you ask Moody, dreading his answer.

But he shrugs.

“Building a family of your own could help. Show that you’ve moved on.”

By his side, Dumbledore is lost in thought. His electric blue eyes are fixed on a stain on the yellow wallpaper that covers all the rooms of your small hiding place.

You can’t go home anymore. It’s too dangerous. You’re trapped in this tiny apartment instead.

“I reckon that… Alastor is correct,” the old wizard suddenly breaks the heavy silence that had settled in the room. “You should build yourself a new family, or at least, fake it.”

“How do I do that?”

“I heard that your family hated the Blacks…”

“Rightly so.”

“But Sirius as well. Do they not?”

“Yes… they… they don’t like him. They don’t think he’s different from his family.”

“But we do know that he’s different, and Voldemort knows as well. Or at least, he is suspicious towards him.”

You slowly nod.

“He will soon have to go into hiding, right?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so. The Potters are already hiding, and I reckon he will soon have to do the same,” Dumbledore nods, before setting his magnetic eyes on yours, and some invisible strength seem to be forcing you to stare back, you find yourself unable to look away. “Actually… this could be the perfect excuse to convince Mr. Black to finally hide.”

“What are you talking about?”

Dumbledore takes a moment to look for the right words, but when he speaks again, his idea doesn’t seem less shocking to you, by any means.

“Your family would probably push you away if you were romantically involved with Mr. Black. So, I recommend that the two of you pretend to be a couple for a while. You could both go into hiding after your wedding.”

“A wedding?”

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N. A wedding.”

Sirius stares at you with round eyes, expecting you to break out of character and confess that you’re only joking. Because all of this has to be a joke…

“What do you mean getting married. For real?”

“Dumbledore said that we needed to get all the paperwork done, to make it official. That way, my family will get mad, and will be loud about it. They’ll push me away. And they’ll be out of trouble.”

Sirius shakes his head.

“We… we barely know each other,” he argues. “I mean… we’ve worked together on a couple of missions, but that’s it. We don’t even know each other from Hogwarts, you being in Slytherin…”

“There’s no need to be mean about that,” you interrupt him, but he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not, I’m just saying that we didn’t talk to each other back then. We’ve spent… maybe five days together. We can’t get married. Besides… we’re not soulmates. You’re not my soulmate. Who could believe that?”

“Look… I know it’s a big thing to ask from you. It’s… it’s a huge favour to ask…”

“It’s not even a favour at this point…”

“But my family is in danger, and I have no other plan.”

Sirius falls silent, and you seize the occasion to continue.

“Please, Sirius. We need to get married. We need to do it for real. We need to get all the official papers. We need my family and yours to know about it, so they can both be vocal about how despicable we are. We need to go into hiding together. And then, my family will push me away, and they’ll be safe. And after the war, once everything is calmer again, we can get a divorce, and get back to our normal lives. But this is my only chance at protecting my family. Please, I’m begging you.”

“It’s not that simple. Why would we get divorced? If we get married in the first place, it’s because we’re going to pretend that we are soulmates, that we are meant for each other. What then? Have you ever heard of soulmates divorcing?”

“We’ll confess everything. We’ll say that we lied, that we’re not soulmates, and that it was all to protect my family. We’ll tell the truth, get a divorce. And you’ll be free to go looking for the real love of your life.”

Sirius stares at you, at your eyes now full of tears you’re struggling to withhold and…

How can he say no?

You’ll just get a divorce once everything is over. You… you’ll just pretend. He needs to get into hiding anyway, there isn’t a choice anymore. It’s too dangerous for him, and he knows it.

People simply don’t get that he doesn’t care about dying. He doesn’t reckon he’s worth all the trouble of hiding him, of taking risks for him. He’d rather be the one on the front line.

But here you are now, staring at him with this desperate, broken expression written all over your features, and he genuinely feels like he’s your only chance.

He didn’t get the chance to have a good family, but you do. He knows what it means though, to be happy, to be loved and cared for by your parents. The Potters showed him that. And if he had to marry a stranger to ensure that the Potters would be safe, he wouldn’t hesitate. So, why would you?

Slowly, he nods.

“Alright. What papers do I need to sign?”

You stare at the ring on your finger, and there’s a lump in your throat.

You’re married. To an almost-stranger.

In the kitchen, you hear Sirius emptying a box filled with plates and glasses and knives.

You’re into hiding. That’s it. It’s done.

You look out by the window. In this small cabin, you’re surrounded by a deep forest of pine trees. It’s summer. Flowers are scattered across the patch of grass before your cabin. It’s sunny outside still, a late afternoon still bathed by bright sunshine.

In your hand, you’re still holding your family’s letter. You haven’t opened it. You don’t want to. You don’t need to. You already know what’s inside, no need to actually read it and make the pain a thousand times worse.

The sounds from the kitchen wane but you don’t notice. You don’t notice either when Sirius enters the living room, standing before the sofa where you’re sitting. You’re staring at the bright sky instead. It’s blue and infinite and the same as yesterday.

Funny how the world remains the same no matter what happens in your life…

“Are you okay?”

You jump as Sirius’s deep voice suddenly fills up the room. But you nod, lying, and he knows you’re not being earnest.

“You haven’t read it, have you?” he asks, nodding towards the letter still resting on your laps.

You look up sheepishly at him, shaking your head. He heaves a sigh.

“Do you want me to read it for you?”

“I don’t want to know what it says,” you confess in a whisper.

“I’ll just tell you if the plan is working.”

You hesitate one last time. You look at the sealed envelope, turning it in between your fingers. At last, you hand it to him, without looking at him.

He’s silent as he reads it. He doesn’t say anything, keeps an unreadable expression. It lasts for a few minutes: him standing next to the couch, motionless; you sitting on the sofa, looking away. Silence is everywhere, heavy, filling up all the space around you and inside you as well, from your heart to your lungs…

Finally, Sirius clears his throat, folding the letter again and slipping it back into its envelope. At last, you look up at him again.

He offers you a kind smile.

“It worked. Everything is going as planned. No need to reply to their letter. We’re fine.”

You nod, giving him a grateful smile as he gives you back the note.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

You’re not certain whether you feel relieved or devastated. Probably a little bit of both. Sirius recognizes this look on your face, he’s worn it often during his teenage years.

“What about a warm meal? I make some amazing pastas.”

“Really?”

“I do. Best of the entire Order!”

You can’t refrain a chuckle.

“How can I refuse such an offer?”

“You can’t.”

He notices that you’re staring at his left hand, and he shrugs as he answers to your silent question.

“We’re inside, it’s just us… no need to wear our wedding bands, I reckon.”

“Right…”

“I can wear it if it makes you feel better. But then… we have both agreed that this… is not real. Just… two colleagues hiding.”

“Two colleagues with the same name though,” you joke, a small smile playing on your lips. And it’s small and shy and barely there, but at least you’re not crying. That’s already a lot.

But you’re surprised when Sirius doesn’t laugh, or even smile. Instead, he sternly stares at you. You notice that he has clenched his jaw.

“One more proof that it isn’t real. I would never let my soulmate wear my name.”

“Really? Why?”

The muscles along his jaw jump. You see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to swallow. His stare is so intense, you can’t look away from his grey eyes.

“It’s a shitty name. A shitty family. I won’t let the person I’ll love my entire life suffer because of it the way I did. The way I still do.”

He doesn’t give you the chance to answer, and strides out of the room, going back into the kitchen. You remain sitting there, puzzled, for a few minutes. And when you finally get up to help him cook an early dinner, you haven’t taken off your wedding ring. It still sits there, around your finger.

You expected life with Sirius to be less pleasurable as it turns out to be.

He’s quite fun to be around. Quite charming as well. A shame he’s not your soulmate.

After all, you’ve always believed that you would know at first sight. Whoever your soulmate can be, you’re certain that you will recognize them in an instant. Love at first sight. No need to check any birthmarks, you’ll know. When you see them, you’ll know.

It doesn’t mean that Sirius has no effect on you, because he does. He’s charming, and attractive, and sweet behind his cold behaviour. You almost feel guilty for enjoying this time spent with Sirius. After all, your friends are risking their lives out there, but what can you do? It drives you mad to stay here, but you can see that Sirius feels even worse. He’s pacing most of the time these days. It’s been three weeks, and he’s like a wolf in a cage.

It's late now. Stars shining outside, above the canopy of pine trees that surround your house. There’s a full moon out there, Sirius is worried, even more than usual. You guess he’s thinking about Remus. That’s probably why he’s sitting in the little alcove around the window, his temple resting against the cool windowpane.

“You must be missing them.”

He turns to you with a small frown across his brow. There’s a pale light coming in from the moon, shining over one side of his features, while the rest of his face is coloured by the warm glow coming from the candles alit throughout the room and the fire burning in the hearth. He’s attached his hair in a messy bun, like he often does, and you can’t help the thought that forms in your mind. You like it when he wears his hair like that.

He looks handsome, and you wish you didn’t find him so attractive. Because he’s not your soulmate, you must remember that.

“Who are you talking about?” he asks you, tilting his head to the side a little in a questioning stance.

“Your friends. Your family.”

He snorts loudly.

“My friends, sure. My family, not at all.”

“I meant… the Potters.”

He falls silent again for a moment, before slowly nodding. When he speaks up again, his voice is deeper than usual, it has dropped down by an octave. The sound warms your soul and makes you shiver at the same time. Your heart beats faster all of a sudden.

“Yeah… yeah, I miss them quite a lot.”

“Remus must be having a rough night,” you add, nodding towards the moon.

“Yep. I’m worried about him. I hope he’s okay, wherever he is.”

He looks at you for a while longer, before speaking again.

“How are you feeling about all this?”

“All this?”

“Your family, I mean.”

You shrug. What else can you say? Sirius merely nods, and you truly believe that he understands your simple gesture.

“I’d rather be out there, though,” he goes on, and you can’t refrain a chuckle.

“I had noticed. You’re pacing so much these days, we’ll soon have holes in the carpet.”

It’s his time to chuckle, and you welcome the warm sound.

“Yeah, well… I’m not the type to simply… sit back and see how it turns out.”

“Hmm… it was already the case in Hogwarts, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah, you can put it like that,” Sirius laughs.

You realize it’s the first time you hear that sound today. You reckon that’s a shame.

“You turned my hair purple once,” you go on, welcoming a more light-hearted conversation.

“Did I?” Sirius asks, laughing even more. “I don’t remember that.”

“Third year.”

He looks through his memories, but can’t recall the exact prank.

“I cursed your sorry arse so hard you stayed in the Hospital Wing for two weeks,” you add, and this time, Sirius’s face lightens with recognition.

“Oh! Yes! I remember that! It was totally worth it, the face you pulled!”

You’re both laughing wholeheartedly now, and it feels good. It feels nice to just relax, to forget about what is going on outside for a little while. You know this is ephemeral. It will be gone with the breaking of dawn, you have no doubts about it. Still… it’s nice. You bathe in that warm feeling, in the sound of his bark-like laughter, the sight of his eyes watering with joy. It’s a rare sight to see. You’re glad to witness it.

And as he looks at you again, sees you holding your stomach because of your loud laughter, your hair dishevelled and your clothes a little messy… he likes it. That sight. You looking comfortable and happy, almost as if the world wasn’t ending. It feels right. It almost feels like he’s meant to see you this way. He doesn’t quite know what to do with this feeling, but he welcomes it all the same.

“You know… it’s not so bad to be trapped here with you,” Sirius says as you both calm down.

He rests his back against the curve of the alcove again, letting one of his legs hang by the wall, while the other is bent, knee resting against the windowpane. He’s staring at you with his grey eyes burning from the light of the hearth, a crooked smile on his lips.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight.

“Yeah?” you ask back, a little too short of breath under his intense stare to gather enough strength to say anything more.

“I mean… It still sucks to be stuck in this cabin, don’t get me wrong. But I… I was quite… concerned about us living under the same roof. And I’m pleasantly surprised.”

“Me too, actually. You’re not as insufferable as I thought you would be.”

“Good to hear…”

“I have to admit though that… this is not exactly how I had imagined my honeymoon…”

He laughs at your joke again, and you soon join him.

“Yeah… me neither.”

“I bet you’d like a long journey across the globe. Or on an exotic island somewhere…”

Sirius shrugs.

“I don’t know… that does sound fun. But… I reckon that something simpler would be nice too.”

“Really?”

“As long as they’re happy, I wouldn’t care.”

He frowns as your smile changes from amused to tender.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you shrug. “I just… You’re surprising, that’s all.”

“In a good way?”

“Yeah, in a good way.”

You exchange a smile, and Sirius takes a deep breath before asking his next question. His heart beats faster all of a sudden, he doesn’t dare look for an explanation for the frantic rhythm.

“Have you been looking for them, by the way? Your soulmate, I mean.”

“No, not really. What’s the point in a world like that? It would just… make it harder for me to focus on what needs to be done and… it would only be one more person to protect.”

“One more way to get hurt…”

“Exactly. Wrong timing. I’ll think about them once the war is over.”

“I like your confidence. The way you seem certain that you’ll survive all this.”

“What’s the point in thinking the contrary? It won’t help.”

“No… no, I guess you’re right.”

“What about you? Have you looked for them?” you ask him, and you don’t miss the way he tenses up. You regret questioning him about something so personal, but he answers anyway.

“No, I haven’t. Because of the war as well, of course. But also because… my family… it’s complicated. I’m just getting back on my feet after… all that happened with them. I’m finally feeling better. I don’t want to find them too soon, when I’m still recovering from all this. I don’t want them to be disappointed.”

He looks away in a hurry, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a series of tattoos colouring the pale skin of his forearms. He digs into the back pocket of his jeans to get a cigarette. He lights it up without his wand, nor a sound. You can’t help but smile. Sirius is an impressive wizard, a shame his family never told him so.

“I don’t think they would be disappointed though,” you answer so earnestly, Sirius has to look up at you again.

He blows a cloud of smoke before speaking once more, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

“Yeah, sure… traumatised guys are amazing partners to build a life xith, you didn’t know that?”

“I’m just saying that… if someone loves you, they will want to help.”

Sirius remains silent for a moment, taking another drag off his cigarette.

“I don’t know, I just… you’re talking about your soulmate,” you go on. “They should be there for you, no matter what happens.”

“I don’t want to burden them with all this.”

“Why not?”

“Because… because I don’t think they’ll be able to love me if I do.”

He lets out a wry laugh.

“The boys keep on telling me that… it’s all bullshit, they agree with you. But I don’t feel like that. I think… I don’t want to be a burden, that’s all.”

“You’re not a burden, Sirius.”

“Not to you, I’m not. You’re the one to owe me one!”

“True,” you smile at him, and he copies your gestures.

He blows one more cloud of smoke, and he seems to be relaxing again.

“Well… for all that’s worth… and it should count for something, as I am legally your wife… I wouldn’t be disappointed if you were my soulmate.”

Sirius quirks an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“No, I wouldn’t be,” you repeat, still serious, and you see him blushing a bit, but he doesn’t look away. “You’re a good man. Annoying but… good.”

He chuckles at that, but the smile that lingers on his lips is grateful, and you’re not fooled.

“Well, for what it’s worth… and it should count for something, as I am legally your husband,” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and yet you can see that he’s earnest, that he means the words he speaks out loud now. “I wouldn’t be disappointed either if you were my soulmate. Actually… I’d love that.”

You’re certain that your heart is going to explode by now…

And you hate yourself for being so happy to hear these words. You can’t imagine that Sirius is your soulmate. And yet… yet you realize now that you really, really want to kiss him…

You wonder what his lips would feel like upon yours. He would probably taste like cigarettes if he were to kiss you now…

You push the thought away, but it’s hard to do so when Sirius suddenly stands up and stares at you with such an intensity, he seems to be trying to read through your very soul…

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t think you’re my soulmate.”

You quirk an eyebrow, half-amused.

“Okay…”

“No, I mean…” Sirius closes his eyes, trying to find the right words to express what he means.

He silently curses himself for being this clumsy. He takes one last drag off his cigarette and throws it in an ashtray, set on the coffee table before the sofa where you’re sitting now.

“I meant to say that… I haven’t felt instantly… pulled towards you, or anything of the kind. So, I assume that you’re not my soulmate.”

“I didn’t feel like that either,” you reassure him.

“And yet… I have to admit that… I like you. I… genuinely like you.”

You stare at each other for a moment, and he has to force himself to breathe when your lips part slightly in shock, because he wonders what they would feel like upon his and…

“So… I was thinking… would that be completely crazy if I asked you on a date?”

You stare at him in silence for a while longer, and Sirius starts to think that he’s ruined everything, when you suddenly start laughing.

“Sorry, I just…” you struggle to speak despite your laughter. “You… you’re asking me on a date when we are already married.”

Sirius chuckles as well, and a crooked smile lingers on his lips.

“Well… we’re legally married but… for the rest…”

“Yeah, not for the rest.”

“I’m not going to pretend that it would be forever, you and I,” Sirius goes on. “But I like you, a lot. I really do. And we’re stuck here, and we… are probably going to die. Sorry to bring down your everlasting optimism but…”

“Is the fact that you might be the last man I see truly the best argument you can come up with?” you joke, but Sirius blushes uncontrollably.

“No… I mean…”

He closes his eyes tightly again, buries his hands in his pockets, and takes a deep breath before diving.

“I like you. I’m attracted to you. I think that I could love you. That I… I’m already falling for you, if I’m to be fully honest. So… even if it’s not meant to be for a lifetime, as we have no idea how long we have left… I think it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea if we gave this a try. What do you think?”

You smile up at him.

“Well, I wonder what kind of date you could come up with as we are stuck here in this cabin…”

“Dinner? My famous pastas?”

You laugh, shaking your head, and it’s your turn to stand.

You have no idea what is happening to you, why you’re so bold all of a sudden. Maybe it’s his messy bun, the ink on his skin, the warm light of the fireplace that compliments his features perfectly… you’re not sure, but what you know is that you are now walking to him, and that you don’t stop before being so close to his body that the two of you are almost touching.

“Well, as you said, we’re married. We’ve been living together for weeks now. Perhaps we could skip the date.”

A smug smile appears on his lips, and under any other circumstances, you would find this annoying, painfully so. But not now. Now, you can only stare at his grey eyes as you see his pupils dilating.

“You’re sure?” he asks, and despite his crooked smile, his voice is soft and earnest.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

He raises his hand to brush his fingertips across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine and leaving your skin burning behind his feathery touch.

“If we do this, there will be no turning back. Are you sure?” he asks once more, and you notice the way his breathing has quickened.

“Are you sure?” you ask back.

“If I’m to be honest… I’ve been wanting this for a while now.”

“Me too.”

“So… you’re not going to curse me if I kiss you now, right?” he jokes, successfully making you laugh.

“No, Sirius. I won’t curse you. I might kiss you again, though. You’ve been warned.”

“Dully noted. But if you do that, I might want to do a little bit more than just kissing you. You’ve been warned.”

“That’s precisely what I had in mind.”

He grins at you, his hand moving to cup your face.

“You’re full of surprises, Y/N.”

Before you can speak again, he has leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Suddenly, he’s cradling your face in both his hands, and deepening the kiss, and you’re losing your fingers in his hair, destroying his messy bun.

And Merlin, you’re certain your body is going to combust, and your heart explode…

Meanwhile, Sirius reckons that he has found heaven on Earth…

How long do you spend kissing each other like this, standing by the fireplace? You’re not sure. Hard to tell. A long while, you reckon.

You let Sirius’s lips move down to drop soft pecks along your jawline, and further down to attach themselves to your neck. And while you can barely breathe at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, of his open-mouthed kisses running across the side of your neck, of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin from time to time, your hands slip down the length of his back before reaching for his chest. You undo one of the buttons of his shirt, then another, then another, your fingers brushing his warm skin as they travelled upwards to undo yet another button of Sirius’s black shirt, and you feel him gasping against your skin under your trembling touch. He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer, and you can’t refrain a moan when he gently bites that soft spot at the base of your neck, right when the shoulder begins.

You push the piece of clothing off his shoulders, letting your hands rest on his neck to pull his face away from you, detaching his swollen lips from your skin just long enough for you to look at him, to the tattoos scattered across his torso and his arms, to look down and take in the sight of his chest and…

Your eyes grow round when they land on his waist. Sirius tries to slow down his heart as you stare at the birthmark that lays there, on his skin. Two circles intertwined. He frowns as you remain frozen, motionless, merely staring at him.

“You’re okay?” he asks, worried now.

But you look up at him with an aghast look painted all over your features, and before he can ask anything, you pull up your t-shirt, just enough to reveal the two white circles that adorn your waist…

It’s Sirius’s time to stare. He reaches to run his fingers on the shapes carved into your skin, but there’s no doubt possible.

Same shape, same colour, same placement, same size…

When your gazes meet again, you both seem equally shocked.

“Does that… does that mean…?”

But Sirius doesn’t have the strength to finish his question. So, he merely stares at you with his grey eyes filled with fear and questions, and you merely nod in response.

“We… we’re… you’re…” he tries to speak, but can’t.

You’re the first to break into a bright grin, and your eyes are suddenly filled with tears.

“I’m glad it’s you,” you let out in a breath. “I’m glad you’re my soulmate.”

Sirius smiles as well, and he throws back his head in an attempt to control the rush of emotions that washes over him.

It’s you. You’re his soulmate. He’s found you…

“And I just said that I didn’t want to meet my soulmate,” he laughs.

“Terrible timing, I have to agree,” you chuckle.

He looks down at you again, holding your face in his hands again, and his smile is filled with withheld tears. When he speaks again, his voice is hoarse, a little broken.

“Well… I guess it solves our issue with the divorce, huh?”

You can’t help but explode with laughter, and he does the same.

“Yeah, I guess… I guess this marriage is going to last a little more than a few months, after all…”

“Maybe I should start wearing that damn ring…”

“Could be a good idea.”

Sirius rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed, enjoying the way your breath fans over his lips…

“I’m glad too, you know?” he whispers. “I’m glad it’s you. I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be my soulmate. Please… don’t be too disappointed that I’m yours…”

But you laugh his remark away, wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer to you.

“I’m not disappointed in the slightest, Sirius. But…”

“But?”

“But I would truly appreciate it if we could resume our former activity now.”

Sirius lets out a loud laugh, that sounds strangely like a bark, and you love this sound… It’s infectious, it brings a smile to your lips.

“That can be arranged…”

And before you can add another witty remark, he’s captured your mouth with his.

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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Hold My Hand: Part One

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Pilot!Reader

Masterlist

| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

A/N: I saw Top Gun: Maverick, and the only thing I can say is that my mind is completely blown. WOW. I don't know if I've seen a better movie, and that's saying something. Also, MILES TELLER WITH A MUSTACHE, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT, AM I RIGHT? Anyways, this fic was born out of my instant obsession with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: (Y/n) and Bradley share their last night before the mission together...

Warnings: mentions of death, extreme sadness, slight fluff, idk?

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

italics - flashbacks

"hen" - your callsign

Tomorrow is the day. The day of the mission. The day they could lose everything. As (y/n) and Bradley walked out of the base to their car, silence filled the air. Normally, the couple would rarely shut up while around the other, but they knew the risks involved with the upcoming mission. The life they had built together was now in jeopardy.

Bradley gently intertwined his hand with (Y/n)'s over the middle console of his truck, knowing she needed something to pull her from her thoughts. After being married for two years, he knew how to get her out of her own head.

"Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? You can choose and I won't even complain," he said with a smirk, turning to look at her briefly.

A small smile of her own painted her face, making his heart flutter. After all the years they'd spent together, she never failed to give him butterflies.

"No complaining?" she laughed, "I'll believe that when I see it, rooster."

His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, "I promise you, Mrs. Bradshaw. On my pilot's honor."

"Sure, sure."

"What are we having, though? Cause I'm starving."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as they pulled into their driveway. "You'll just have to wait and see."

With a small whine, he turned to see her getting out of the truck.

"(Y/n/n), come on. I'm serious."

"So am I," she whispered, leaning into the window before entering the house with a smile.

Watching her figure disappear into the house, he couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw her.

Four Years Ago

Walking into The Hard Deck for the first time, Bradley felt nostalgia wash over him. Memories of his dad played in his mind as he walked up to the bar. Wearing his signature Hawaiian shirt and aviators, he almost looked like a tourist.

"Did you lose your tour guide?" a voice said on his right.

He spun towards the voice. "Actually, I'm a-"

When he saw who the voice belonged to, the words got lost in his throat. A (y/h/c) girl in a beachy tank top and shorts, wearing some aviators of her own stood before him with a smirk on her face.

"You alright there, buddy? Cat got your tongue?" She laughed.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned, "It's just- well, you look like a tourist yourself."

A loud laugh escaped her mouth as she stuck her hand out. "(Y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Bradley Bradshaw, but everybody calls me ro-" he started but was interrupted by a shriek of joy calling his new friend's name. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes lit up at the sight of her old friend. Smiling even wider, she looked over to him, "I'll see you around, Bradshaw."

"See ya."

Watching her figure disappear into the crowd, he ran a hand down his face. 'Oh, I'm in trouble.' He whispered to himself.

The Next Day

"Recruits. Welcome to Top Gun. If you made it here, you're the best of the best. Here, you'll be tested to your limits and shown what you are truly capable of as pilots."

(Y/n) was seated at the back of the small room as the Captain gave them the rundown of the program. Looking around, she could almost smell the testosterone in the air. She was one of two female pilots in the class, so she knew what to expect. What she didn't expect, though, was the handsome mustache guy from the bar to be sitting a few rows in front of her. Things started to make sense in her mind as she connected his slight ego with being a hotshot pilot.

Since their encounter, she couldn't get his stupid smirk out of her mind. She had never been the kind to get caught up on a guy, but something about him intrigued her. 'You can't get distracted,' she told herself and focused back on the Captain's speech.

She sighed in relief, realizing he hadn't seen her at the end of the briefing. As soon as they were dismissed, she bolted out of the room, not staying to talk to anyone.

Walking out of the briefing room, Bradley saw a familiar head of (y/h/c) rush around the corner. He could've sworn it was the girl he met last night, but what were the chances she was here for Top Gun too?

Leaning over to the recruit next to him, callsign "Payback," he asked, "Who's the (y/h/c) who dipped before everyone else?"

He looked around. "It was probably Hen."

"Hen?" Rooster asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It's her callsign. I don't know her personally, but all I know is that she's the best of the best."

Chuckling, Bradley laughed at the chance he had a crush on a girl with the callsign "Hen."

Later that day, the class met up at The Hard Deck. The second Hen walked in, Bradshaw pushed off the wall he had been leaning on, intercepting her at the pool table.

"Hey there, Hen." He smiled cockily.

She returned the smile, "It's Rooster, right Your callsign?"

"Yes ma'am. Rooster and Hen. Isn't that somethin?"

Payback overheard the conversation, laughing loudly. "You know what that means! You two have to get together now!"

With a playful scowl, she turned towards him. "Remember, I can easily shoot you out of the sky, Fitch."

"Very funny, Hen. I can do the same."

Rooster joined the conversation with a laugh. "Can you, though? I've heard she's the best of the best."

Payback's face falls. "Damn it, Rooster."

Gently putting his hand on the small of her back, Bradley ushered them towards the bar, getting two drinks for them. Little did he know, his touch had sent goosebumps across her body.

"So, why Hen?" He asked, looking down into her (y/e/c) eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, taking a sip of beer. "Well, I grew up on a farm, and it was my childhood nickname, so it just stuck. Why Rooster?"

Something flashed in his eyes at the question, but she couldn't decipher what. "My dad was a Navy pilot too. His callsign was Goose. He died in combat when I was really young. I guess Rooster is pretty close to Goose."

"I think it's pretty darn close."

He chuckled slightly. "Look at us. We're practically half a barnyard between the two of us."

Laughter filled the space between them. When it faded out, they were merely a few inches apart, eyes meeting expectantly. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as both started to lean in slowly. Just as their lips were about to meet, Penny rang the bell behind the counter causing cheers erupting around them. Pulling apart, Rooster smiled, closing his eyes and letting out a huff of air. Opening them, he saw (y/n) was doing the same.

Present Day

(Y/n) was cooking with her AirPods in, so she didn't hear Bradley sneak up on her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, making her jump slightly. Pausing her music, she peered up at him.

"Bradley Bradshaw! Don't you scare me like that!" She scolded him with a smirk.

Kissing her on the temple, he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to hold ya."

Her smile faded. "We need to talk about it. I can't just act like it's not happening."

"I know."

Sighing, he softly grabbed her hand and led her into their bedroom. He sat against the headboard, tucking her close into his side.

"I'm scared, Brad," she sniffed, wiping a few stray tears that streaked down her cheeks.

"Me too." he paused, trying to keep his composure. "I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of losing you. You're my whole life and I know I couldn't live without you."

The quiver in his voice didn't go unnoticed. She cupped his cheeks gently. "You know I feel the same way. There's no Rooster without his Hen, huh?"

A small smile graced his lips as tears spilled over his waterline. "I love you more than anything, Hen."

"I love you more, Roost."

The couple embraced tightly, sobs escaping both of them. The family they might never start flashed in his mind. The birthday parties and family vacations they might not have.

After a while, they pulled apart, eyes red and puffy, (y/n) breaking the silence. "We're going to make it through this, but if something goes wrong and I don't, I-"

"No. Don't. Don't say that." he pleaded.

The tears made their appearance once again. "I-if something happens to me," he shook his head, refusing to listen to her confession. "I left a letter in the glove compartment of your truck...I pray you never have to open it, but just in case, I wanted you to know."

"You're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"Can you just hold me? I just want to stay right here, right now with you."

Smiling tearfully, he rubbed his hand down her arm. "Always."

She leaned up and kissed him softly, snuggling into his side as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing them as close as possible. Within minutes, (y/n) had fallen asleep on Bradley's chest. He leaned down and kissed her temple.

"I love you, Hen. Goodnight, sweetheart. We're going to be okay."

Part Two

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pixiecaps · 1 year

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so people are complaining about ramons death being reverted saying tilin, juanaflippa, and trumps death was also unfair so let me clarify as to why Thats Is Not True.

tilin got accidentally killed. there was no glitch or server issue. at the end of the day it doesnt matter if it was an accident SLIME KILLED HIM. if the death wouldve been reverted then it would make accidental murder deaths not count. so ask yourself, would only purposeful murder deaths count then? that would make the challenge too easy. also lets consider they were fighting off a skeleton and besides sweeping edge tilin was also not wearing armor. that is not unfair. simply bad timing and an unfortunate accident.

juanaflippa lost her first life by both parents not logging on. makes sense. now the second lost life was because of mariana misclicking a bed. an accident. i can agree unfair and as we all know she was revived. the next day she loses another life by being killed accidentally by marianas sweeping edge in a dungeon. and also by damage from mobs. comparing this one to the bed you can see why one was reversed and another one wasnt. juanaflippa died fair and square. by mobs and mariana. the egg task that day was literally to go to a dungeon. everybody knew the risk, this wasn’t Unfair. at this point players should know not to use swords when combatting near eggs. i love juanaflippa but lets not kid ourselves and say it isn’t fair that she hasnt been pardoned again. what happened happened

trumps death sucks. he was simply neglected however this doesn’t make it Unfair. there have been multiple other single parents who succeeded in taking care of their eggs daily. for fucks sake quackity once streamed for 15 minutes and quickly took care of tilin to not lose a life. that was part of the challenge. and rules. you have to log on to take care of them. his deaths while sad. make sense.

ramons death on the other hand was UNFAIR. as the qsmp account literally stated it was a “deviation of a rule”. the entity ENTERED the home while ramon was going to bed. as we know from the placed bed. the entity entering the home forced ramon to run outside the house and inevitably get killed. outside entities are not allowed to do this. this an infringement of the rules set for the server. that is why it is unfair. not because its sad or because the qsmp admins are being too lenient. if ramon had been outside of the fortified home to begin with this would have counted and the death would be fair. but that is not what occurred.

now can people stop pretending as if the qsmp admins don’t know what they’re doing

#qsmp

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prince-kallisto · 7 months

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Malleus expelled from NRC?

Malleus, in addition to having had his Overblot by choice, has been the one who has caused the most danger to everyone so far. Although, as time is still, there is no material loss, and everyone woke up where they were. Let's face it, the risk was serious, as it was putting people's lives at risk (if we consider what Ortho said, which I find bizarre considering that time stopped, so the everyone's body should be suspended). Of course, even so, the people of the island of the wise could spend centuries sleeping, lose relatives and acquaintances, and become disconnected from the current time (that is if Malleus doesn't put the world to sleep). And ignorant of these factors, several forces are mobilizing, such as S.T.Y.X. Outside, the islands surrounding the island of wise men were evacuated. That's quite a problem, besides, Malleus' reputation will be elegantly ruined if his identity is revealed to the Media. I seriously hope his identity has been in secret and only the people who are resolving the situation know. Although everyone at Lilia's party saw it... Still, students don't have as much of a voice as the authorities. So I hope they don't reveal the identity of Malleus as the person responsible for the situation on the island of the wise men. Why his reputation goes where Judas lost his boots.

I haven't read the light novel, but I saw that people commented. It looks like Riddlr almost got kicked out in volume 1. If he almost got kicked out by an accidental Overblot. I can't even imagine a purpose....

This is so true!! Σ੧(❛□❛✿) I really loved the detail in the novel that yeah- Overblot had a BUNCH of realistic consequences such as being expelled and being ostracized by everybody. Although this has never been a problem in the game, the sheer scale of Malleus’ damage- ESPECIALLY when all the faculty and staff were there to witness it- makes this an entirely different case. Plus, the scale of the damage of the Overblots have been getting more dangerous overtime…

But since a Book 8 is very likely, which means the Diasomnia crew will be involved with us, perhaps something DOES happen to Malleus 🧐

Because in the Book 7 trailer, doesn’t Malleus look…frightened? Specifically when the thread “snaps” and Silver wakes up…I think there’s going to be a lot more to his arc than we think. Specifically, he will be the one in danger.

Something that’s been making me suspicious are the VERY hidden Coffins/gates behind Malleus, because he is caged up in thorns. I’ve heard some people say the cage looks like a crown- which I agree! But…doesn’t it also look like a birdcage?

Why hide the coffins in the background? Why the shape of this cage? The coffins have repeatedly been told to keep students inside three unconscious, and can only be opened by a SPECIAL KEY that Crowley has. This, plus the BIRD cage…it has me unsettled.

Overall, this is a very excellent point, because there will definitely be a “greater evil” than Malleus ಠ_ಠ And considering his importance and foreshadowing in the official art, I wonder if he will be the target or a “sacrifice” for someone with greater goals. Thanks for the ask, I love hearing your theories!! 💞💞💞🐦‍⬛

#ask kallisto #twst theory #twst malleus #twst malleus draconia #malleus draconia #KallistoPost

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nourrris · 1 month

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STUCKY.

i've previously made a ramble about how 'steves ending' upset me and how i felt like it was just not really fitting to his character, and i've recently (and i mean i literally just paused it midcredits to write this) watched winter soldier for the first time, and i cannot FATHOM how correct i was but also HOW MUCH WORSE it all was and i didnt know.

first off, i did not like the fact that in endgame he ended up getting with peggy, it was upsetting to me because i had watched civil war and felt it was a very confusing decision, because in civil war he decides to discard everything he has so far built with tony and the other people, (and at some point, somewhat also natasha) for the sake of bucky, which is in my opinion was frankly fucking insane, but nevertheless he still did it, everything just for bucky.

another part in civil war that frankly bothered me a bit, was peggys death, now thinking about it i would have thought it was going to be an end of an era for steves character, (but i watched the movies heavily out of order so i am only now thinking about that) peggy dying would have made perfect sense for steve to finally move on, even if he got with the sharon lady (which was peggys niece iirc) which personally i wouldnt particularly count as 'getting over' peggy if he was going for direct family but i mean anything counted at that point

so why is it that after everything that happened, that speech at peggys funeral clearly meaning something to steve which made him decide to go for bucky - literally all go to shit? he decided to risk everything for him, to finally have him back in his life, especially with the fact that the speech and everything happy at PEGGYS funeral, his literal prior(?) love interest, it made like.. complete sense for it to be a form of moving on romantically of all things, and take the risk to go after for the next most important person to him.

end of civil war comes, he defends bucky through and through even though tony (sort of) was rightfully upset, and was almost completely and willing to kill tony stark to save bucky, and he sure as hell did a number on him anyways, knowing that entire fight was definitely going to cause the large fallout between them, without even knowing if bucky was going to stick around, (which spoiler alert, he didnt! .. for his own reasons, that i cannot blame).

infinity war happens, he finally gets back to bucky after their separation and after his life sorta crumbled a bit because he was literally a fugitive, they fight together than, for the billionth time, he loses bucky, but this time to the snap. the past two times they were separated was due to a choice made by bucky, (first time.. was not) so if he was torn out of his hands again just like in captain america's first movie, the most understandable response is that he wanted to get him back, he of course was not happy he lost bucky, or anybody at that matter.

endgame happens, and near the end they finally get their chance to be back together, same with everybody else. see i know steve clearly struggled to get over people, or anything as a whole - knowing how stuck on he was on peggy, so his actions throughout civil war and further on sort of made sense since bucky was finally back in his grasp after losing him brutally originally, so .. why is it, that he managed to get over him so easily suddenly at the end of the endgame and went back to be with peggy?

i can tell now that he seemingly never got over peggy, which really makes still no sense because it felt like a finality of that arc in civil war, but nevertheless.. he still did go back to her, willingly losing absolutely everything he had now, after fighting tooth and nail to get bucky back, after being so willing to let the winter soldier KILL him, saying "cause im with you till the end of the line", and then completely disregarding that writing and making him do exactly the opposite, he was with him in civil war, and after that, so when he finally had his chance to actually exist with him in a form of peace.. he let that all ago.

also i believe the entire idea of steve going back makes no sense, it feels like a very giant plot hole, because i dont understand how him going back had no repercussions on the future? i genuinely cannot even understand why he ended up at the last part in endgame either, because seemingly it meant he was always in their world?? which what???? i dont know but it felt like a very forced ending.

and frankly, shows how just weirdly scared they are of making characters have a queer dynamic, it wouldnt feel like 'forced diversity' when their dynamic was so self sacrificial and clearly a bond that preceded friendship (in my fine ol' opinion), they could have done absolutely anything to make captain america have a fulfilling ending, like simply retiring, but they didn't, which again i just dont get and really think it messed up the timelines on stuff.

anyways... marvel stop being homophobic (/hj)

(currently watching the first avenger movie and NO FUCKIGN WAYYYY HES ABOUT TO MARCH INTO AUSTRIA FOR BUCKY THIS IS SO MUCH GAYER THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS)

#stucky #steve and bucky #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #okay thats all i think!#thank u for hearing me talk about gays #sorry i have alot #to say most of the time

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cursedpiratestash · 2 months

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your works are absolutely amazing and adorable, thank you for sharing them with us🫶🏻 and if its possible, may i request for an angst (maybe fluff) hcs with reaper? hes such an emo boy i love him sm. preferably with a normal(not talon) younger reader! thank you:)

Reaper x Reader

Angst Headcanons

a/n: thanks again! I tried to add some fluff where I could but I hope you enjoy 🖤

The pain his body puts him through is almost nauseating at times

You want nothing more than to help him but there’s nothing you can do

If anything it frustrates him when you try. He makes a habit out of pushing you away and shutting you out on particularly bad nights

Some days he wonders what you’re even doing here with him

He’s nearly 60 and practically a walking corpse. His work with talon hardly phases you either

It doesn’t help that he hardly sleeps most nights and when he does he jolts himself awake in the middle of the night

Occasionally this wakes you up too and while you try to soothe him you end up falling back asleep anyways while’s he’s left to his thoughts

Sometimes they’re of you and if he should be listening to his instinct about pushing you further away

It’s worked with everybody else so far why wouldn’t it work now

However there’s a selfish part of him that’s obsessed with having you around

He may have a lot of off days but you help him clear his head and keep his bed warm

Whenever you two fight is conflicting to him as he either has room to fix it or make it worse and release you from his world

Both of you have to be careful

If he does fix it he offers a bittersweet apology with a gift in hand and a take it or leave it attitude

Despite this he is willing to talk it through with you all night

There’s too much he’s lost since going on this path and he didn’t feel like losing the one person that has a talent of making him happy

He knows he could be better for you but there’s a lot on his mind along with the stress to keep you hidden from any outside threats of his work

Only sombra knows about you but that’s self explanatory

She’s cut a deal with him to keep her mouth shut since threatening her had failed him this time around

That aside he does what he can for you

On days/nights he can’t be with you or a mission takes up the entire night he tries to sneak something in for you like a souvenir or a treat he knows you’d enjoy

He’s can’t risk any suspicion so he takes up any mission he’s stationed at which leaves you a lot of alone time

Nevertheless you both made your peace with the arrangement

He admired your persistence/stubbornness as that would drive a wedge in any relationship

It’s one of the things he loved about you. Even when the odds are against you, you prevail

It’s what brings him hope on his off days

#he’s got way too much on his plate #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #reaper x reader #ow reaper x reader #reaper headcanons #angst headcanons #message in a bottle

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doctorhelena · 4 months

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I can't believe it's canon that Steve becomes an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct in every universe where he's separated from Peggy or loses her. Scratch that, I CAN believe it's canon, I'm just deeply concerned for Steve and his 'my wiwwwfie wife is running an espionage agency/saving the world/went through a wormhole and i miss her' work ethic

Good news, I don't think you have to be worried! I'm pretty sure your first instinct, not to believe it's canon, was in fact correct.

Let's examine the Steves we've seen thus far. We have:

1) MCU Steve. Who yes, lost Peggy (twice, once when he was frozen, and once when she died of old age). But, I don't think we can say that his self-sacrificing streak and his not feeling like he can stop working comes from not having Peggy.

a) His self-sacrificing streak showed up well before he even met Peggy in CA:TFA. He was always picking fights he couldn't win, risking serious injury for people he didn't even know (eg. the fight he got into in the alley after telling that guy to shut up at the movies during the newsreel), and he risked jail time by applying to the army using false information, multiple times (after being previously rejected for being medically unfit) because, despite having a ridiculous number of medical reasons why he shouldn't, he wanted to go do his part to fight in Europe against the Nazis.

b) He hadn't only lost Peggy when he woke up nearly 70 years in the future. He'd lost everybody. Almost everybody he'd ever known and loved, every friend, every casual acquaintance, everyone he looked up to, everyone he disliked, EVERYONE. And the very few who were still there (including Peggy) were very old, and maybe, like Peggy, not completely there. The world was very, very different. He'd lost his cultural touchstones. He'd lost his sense of how he fit into the world. He was, quite literally, a man out of time. (And yeah, maybe he could have adjusted better to his new circumstances, but Steve is a very stoic guy, who is the type of person to tell himself that he's not doing so bad, that others have it worse, that he doesn't need help. That he can figure this out on his own, and if he can't, then he might as well keep helping others. And how many other WWII veterans were never quite the same again after the war? Were haunted by their experiences and who found that the world they came back to, their family and friends, had changed too, over the time they were away?) When Steve went back to 1949 at the end of Endgame, he wasn't only going back to Peggy (although of course, yes, he was going back to her), he was going back to an entire world that he'd lost.

2) Hydra Stomper Steve. Yeah, this Steve dealt with the loss of Peggy by teaming up with Bucky to try to wipe out the rest of Hydra. But - so did Bucky. Bucky was with him the whole time, they both put their lives on hold to fight Hydra. And after eliminating the last known Hydra base (the mission on which they believed Steve had died), Bucky moved on, got married, had kids, became Secretary of State (all of which we know happened after Steve was captured, because Steve didn't know that Bucky had settled down until Peggy told him in the What If S2 Winter Soldier episode). But, despite what Steve told Peggy in that episode (that he didn't see much point in "a wife, kids, the whole white picket fence life" if it wasn't with her), we don't know what he would have ended up doing after wiping out Hydra. We, and he, never had the chance to find out.

3) Rogers Hood. Yeah, this Steve was drawn to Captain Carter, another universe's version of his lost Lady Margaret, and she was drawn to him. But I wouldn't say that, before Peggy showed up, he was "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct" in this universe. He actually seemed to be having a pretty good time stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, living in a cool treehouse village with his buddies/band of merry men. I guess you can say he lived on the job, but - would you call Robin Hood an "obsessive workaholic"? I wouldn't.

4) Zombie Steve. No real data here. We have no idea what his personality was like before he was zombified (we only know that he was a member of the Avengers).

5) Steve Dressed as Christmas Elf. This guy was a very cheerful version of Steve. Yeah, he looked a little concerned about the soccer moms cornering him, and unknown to him he was about to get socks for Christmas from Tony, but he was really excited that he'd correctly identified Happy Hogan in purple monster form! I don't think there's any real evidence that this particular universe's Steve is "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct".

6) President Steve! No real data here either. Okay, I guess leaders of countries are usually workaholics to some degree (well, they are if they take the job seriously, anyway), but we don't know whether this particular Steve has Peggy or not, nor anything about him, really.

7) Steve who was unfrozen by Fury after Hank Pym killed most of the other Avengers (and then who Natasha from the Ultron universe ended up fighting alongside after the Watcher didn't send her back to her own universe at the end of S1). No real data here either: we don't know much about this Steve except that he was fighting on a helicarrier at one point in his life.

In conclusion, I don't see evidence that it's canon in any universe we've seen so far that it's Peggy's absence alone that makes Steve into "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct".

And I also don't see evidence that it's canon that Steve is "an obsessive workaholic with no self-preservation instinct" in every universe where he's not with Peggy, either.

It turns out that Steve Rogers is an independent, complicated, three dimensional character whose sense of self-preservation and ability to enjoy life are not, in fact, solely based on whether or not he's with Peggy.

Steve chooses Peggy in many of the universes we've seen him in. But it's a big multiverse. If you would rather see him be happy with someone else, I'm sure it happens! And if you do like him with Peggy, then that happens a lot too, over and over again.

Peggy and Steve love each other. They miss each other when they're apart. But they don't need each other in order to be whole people. (That said, they do choose each other, it seems, whenever they possibly can.)

#asks #answered #what if spoilers #what if season 2 #steve rogers #peggy carter #steggy #what if

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horanghater · 6 months

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Summary: Wonwoo desires to herald in a new age of technology, but summons a monstrous deity instead.

▸ Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!oc (but it doesn’t really matter tbh)

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ / horror, angst / 1900s au If you are a minor AND/OR if your account has no age in the bio, you will be blocked upon interacting (liking/reblogging) with this post.

▸ Warnings: violence (adults + children), light gore (not graphic, but descriptions related to meat processing), major character death

▸ Word Count: 3.6k

▸ A/N: This was inspired by Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. It may not be the most popular entry, but it's the one that stuck with me the most so far in the series. I wrote the original version of this literally years ago, but did a slight rewrite so I could put it back out there. GIGANTIC thank yous to @onlymingyus and @wonwussy for beta reading and helping me clean the draft up after my eyes totally glazed over!! I apologize in advance for anyone that may be upset by this story. Know that some members' ages have been flipped and it's going to be rough for everybody involved. You've been warned. ︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

Mid November, 1899

“The industry is changing you,” Minghao says, standing as he stacks a pile of papers and files them into a folder.

Wonwoo smiles tiredly and looks up at Minghao from the other side of the desk, where he sits. “That’s alright as long as we change the future.”

Late February, 1900

“No, Wonwoo, this is you,” Teddy spits, wringing their hands on their slacks.

The room smells like copper, and young Seungkwan weeps in the corner while even younger Chan sits next to him, stone face turned to the floor and bandaged hands balled.

Teddy and Wonwoo had lost plenty of people in the making, in the maintenance of The Machine. They’d both known the risks beforehand, and Teddy had reservations about bringing in children, but they needed the cheap labor, and Wonwoo had promised they’d never lose their children. Their boys. The only children the orphanage would let two odd industrialists near because it was considered a victory to just be rid of the adolescents by the time they’d become old enough to bully and fight.

“He…” Wonwoo can’t meet Teddy’s eyes. He fixes his gaze on the window behind his partner instead. “Hansol wasn’t ours or mine.” Hansol was simply the boy that would not go home, that chose to sleep in alcoves among the machinery. Wonwoo can barely swallow his sentence, and the saliva that gathers in his mouth tastes like soot.

Seungkwan wails so loudly that for once, Wonwoo can’t hear the drone of engines in the back of his mind. He hates it.

Teddy moves to pick their children up from the floor, motions too smooth and slow. They don’t speak until the boys are in their coats, bundled up for the winter cold with oversized scarves and mittens.

“The factory isn’t anyone’s either. It owns you. It’s changed you.”

Wonwoo knows his lover is right. He’s known for years, long before anyone had ever told him.

Mid August, 1899

The first time had been an accident. Wonwoo is certain that all the children had collected their payment and gone home for the evening. Teddy has a strict 7pm rule to ensure that they would not be wandering about at night and causing trouble.

Wonwoo is certain.

The Machine is deafening. Over 13,000 pieces of nearly autonomous metal spanning throughout 8 floors of basement work to process meat for the masses.

Wonwoo is absolutely positive that the children under their employ have retired for the evening, so, like clockwork, he cranks the furnace’s dial up and pulls the lever that opens the floodgates to clean the blood and marrow from the massive pipes of The Machine.

Hansol approaches him the next day in his office, smelling of oil and sweat. “Sir, may I have the day off?”

Wonwoo places his reservoir pen on the desk and stands to stretch. “What’s the matter, Hansol?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” the boy explains.

“It’s amazing you sleep any night, laying about in the factory.”

Hansol is the type to grin awkwardly and offer a weak excuse, but today he can only shift uncomfortably. “I don’t know; it just sounded like someone kept screaming.”

At this, Wonwoo frowns. Despite having a home life that drives him to remain within the bowels of machinery, Hansol is a rather easygoing child. He definitely isn’t one for night terrors or hallucinations. Perhaps he’d snuck into Chan and Seungkwan’s room to exchange ghost stories again.

Nonetheless, Hansol looks haggard, and his odor is starting Wonwoo on one of his many migraines. “It’s been...three? Four days by now? Go upstairs and bathe - do not talk back to me. Wash yourself and stay out of trouble today.”

That evening, Wonwoo reminds his children that their bedtime is not optional and that while Hansol may not carry their last name, he’s treated as if he does. When they’re tucked in, Teddy stops Wonwoo in the hallway to tell him that four of the boys who worked for them hadn’t shown up for work that day or returned to their families the evening before.

They are never found. Hansol does not complain about nightmares for months.

Wonwoo can hear cogs whining in the section where skeletal remains are crushed. Among the scraps are bones too big to be pigs', slowing down the humming that had become his lullaby some time ago.

Early October, 1899

Teddy does not care much for the engineer Wonwoo hired to oversee the construction of a new grinder. He is too well spoken, too charming, too close to Teddy’s most prized treasure. But Minghao is smarter and has smaller hands that can move nimbly between the complicated maze of wire and metal when The Machine aches.

Wonwoo had been unable to soothe The Machine when it cried for weeks. Nothing he did made it stop, and Teddy said he was hearing things. When Wonwoo reached out to old acquaintances for useful contacts, they referred him to a brilliant mind from China that had been to Britain to have a firsthand look at how humanity could marry machinery to ease everyday production.

The rumors about Minghao are more than true. Wonwoo wonders if the man can hear the pleas of The Machine as loudly as he does, if he can hear it singing to him in his sleep.

Hansol only hears pained howling. Like clockwork every other night.

Wonwoo gives him tea and sends him off to bathe. It doesn’t take long for him to notice that the nights Hansol loses sleep are the nights The Machine doesn’t make a sound.

It doesn’t take long for Minghao to notice, either.

Early December, 1899

Minghao breaches the subject when he’s accompanying Wonwoo on his rounds of the bottom four floors.

“Mr. Jeon, have you thought about other methods to power the factory?”

Wonwoo looks up from his clipboard. “Is what we have not sufficient?” Of course it isn’t. Every time a child went missing, Teddy would pace about their bedroom and fuss. After twelve disappearances, they insisted that the two of them switch their patrols: Teddy would oversee The Machine’s top floors, where most of the children worked, while Wonwoo oversaw the bottom. It didn’t placate Teddy’s worries by any means, but it was the best compromise that Wonwoo would concede to. At least they could finally do a proper attendance count.

Minghao presses on, apparently unswayed by a polite demeanor and easy posture. “I’m sure your profits are plenty by now, but if this factory were to switch completely to steam power--”

“I’m not so greedy as to put youth out of work. I… My family is doing fine. Everyone is fine. We don’t need more money.” Wonwoo pushes thick spectacles further up the bridge of his nose. The Machine is sniffling next to his eardrums.

Minghao can see a vein on Wonwoo’s forehead. His default, calm expression is falling into exhaustion. “This town looks like it could use plenty of farmhands. I’m sure kids’d make better use of crops than a few nickels.”

Wonwoo has to tell himself not to yell over The Machine. It’s gotten unbearably louder in seconds. Perhaps Minghao cannot hear it after all. “The people need this factory, Minghao.”

“No, it’s the factory that needs the people.”

The Machine screeches, and Wonwoo panics. Weren’t the grinders supposed to be floors above them? He doesn’t have time to question it or what’s making him rush the shorter man, not with his ears ringing from the agony of noise.

Wonwoo lets go of Minghao’s jacket just inches before his fingers touch the blades. He hopes Hansol doesn’t seek him out tomorrow, talking about shrieking. He’ll have enough to deal with trying to convince Teddy that the blood on his shirt is his own.

Teddy does not care much for Minghao, but they’re unsettled when they ask about the man’s whereabouts and Wonwoo shrugs absently.

“He had to leave suddenly.”

January 3, 1900

The Machine has stopped screeching in Wonwoo’s ears since it was last fed. Knowledge, it wanted. Blueprints.

Hansol falls asleep alone and wakes beneath pistons to the stench of foul water.

Wonwoo allows Seungkwan to shadow him as he goes about tending to The Machine. Chan hasn’t much interest in going, preferring to follow Teddy on expeditions into town to procure more laborers.

Seungkwan asks many questions. “What does this machine do?”

“Didn’t so-and-so work on this floor once?”

“How do you turn this on?”

Wonwoo doesn’t notice the absence of small footsteps until The Machine sighs. When he turns around to address his son, no one is there. A door is shut behind him. He squints at Minghao’s copy of The Machine’s map. They should have been just beyond the grinders. What door is this?

Wonwoo sweats before he even breaks out into a run.

In his rush to find Seungkwan, Wonwoo nearly trips over the guardrails that separate him from an abysmal plunge into machinery. When he returns upstairs sobbing, Teddy is speechless only long enough to figure out the intercom console and plead for their son not to wander aimlessly but to follow the pipes up and out.

Teddy doesn’t talk to Wonwoo. Wonwoo does not eat. Four agonizing days pass before Seungkwan wanders into the study, covered with the same filth Hansol often wears. Teddy holds him tightly, and Wonwoo is frozen, having seen a peculiar flash in Seungkwan’s eyes that only the sickly dim lights in The Machine’s sewers can match.

Late January, 1900

Seungkwan has lost weight since the incident, but doctors can’t find any illness. He looks tired, more so than his overworked parents. He is on indefinite bedrest, and Hansol visits daily.

The young squatter is already there one evening when Wonwoo enters the children's room with snacks from the local bakery. “Ah, Hansol.”

Hansol rises and greets Wonwoo, but all that Wonwoo hears is The Machine. Spare them the world you have created, it says.

“Mr. Jeon?” Hansol looks worried. “Are you alright?”

Wonwoo blinks and remembers to breathe. “Yes, I’m-” The Machine is grumbling, “I’m alright.” He sets the bag of pastries on Seungkwan’s bedside table and kisses the child’s forehead, making a point not to brush Hansol, who is but a foot away. “Don’t forget your manners because you’re sick, Kwan. Share.”

“Of course, Father,” Seungkwan says as the man withdraws.

Wonwoo tries not to flinch. Spare them.

January 16, 1900

Teddy questions Wonwoo for days.

“Why won’t you look at Seungkwan? You’re hurting him.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Do you want to move?”

“Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“You won’t even look at me now?”

“What happened to us? To this family?”

Wonwoo can only hunch over and look away. The Machine speaks through nearly everyone to him. When others talk, they’re far away, while The Machine whispers on top of his eardrums. Chan is the only one he can hear without distraction.

Seungkwan’s voice pleads for the freedom of the masses. Teddy’s warns of disasters humanity will bring. Hansol’s is the worst of all. It bullies him, instructs him, twists his dreams into monstrous things, and in the same breath reminds him it is necessary. It is what they both want.

For weeks, Wonwoo has seen Hansol standing at the edge of catwalks. He’s seen the juvenile’s eyes among the bones of pigs and sacrifice. His young, growing arms help him swim through a sea that Hansol’s ghost says is made of the blood of swine. Some nights he dreams of Hansol’s hands pushing small bodies over railings and burying fractured skulls in the woods on the edge of town.

He does not see the boy, only the apparition of an atrocity.

January 30, 1900

When Wonwoo wakes on the study’s daybed, he nearly screams when he is faced with an apathetic Chan. The boy is kneeling next to the bed in his pajamas. It must be some time in the early hours of the morning.

“You’re loud, Father,” Chan says.

Wonwoo swallows and looks around the room. He does not see Hansol or hear anything speaking over his son. The usual, low hum of The Machine is nothing. “What?” is all the man can manage.

“You and Hansol,” Chan clarifies. “You speak through your night terrors. Loudly. I can hear you upstairs.”

“What? I… How?”

Chan rolls his eyes. Teddy has been aggravated by this recent addition to Chan’s repertoire of poor manners, but Wonwoo welcomes the humanity of it. “Father, with my ears. I use them to hear.” He scowls. “Even when I’m trying to sleep.”

“I’m sorry, son,” Wonwoo laughs, ruffling the boy’s hair for the first time in years. “Go back to bed.”

“What about Hansol?”

At this, Wonwoo’s heart beats twice in a second. In his tiredness, he’d overlooked part of Chan’s complaint. Or perhaps it was selective hearing. Perhaps he hears only what The Machine wills him to.

“Where does Hansol sleep?”

If Chan picks up on Wonwoo’s panic, he does not show it. “With me or Kwannie, of course. Every night since December. He said the factory isn’t comfortable anymore - whatever that means. How can he sleep with all the racket in there?”

Wonwoo hears Hansol, hears The Machine. He does not sleep.

February 6, 1900

Wonwoo wishes The Machine would go back to simply calling to him so he could baby it. Now it’s grown and learned to speak more than he can handle. It’s maddening.

“Go upstairs and rest your nerves,” Teddy instructs him. “I’ll check everything tonight.”

The Machine chuckles and cries simultaneously. “N-No. I’ve got it. Let’s patrol like normal.”

Teddy doesn’t miss the recoil in Wonwoo’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, we can...work something out. You can even stay in the bedroom tonight, ok? Just go.”

Hansol and The Machine call Wonwoo from the bowels. “I can’t leave you here,” Wonwoo insists. I will change the walls, It/He warns. We will rewrite this place and then the streets.

“Wonwoo.” Teddy places hands on their love’s shoulders, desperation seeping through their fingertips. “Please.”

It is too late. I live. “No!” Wonwoo snaps.

Teddy lets their hands fall and looks Wonwoo over. “Your mind is fevered.” Wonwoo has retreated within himself as always and won’t answer. He can’t. “Fine. Check your precious machine.”

I am this city. I am– He/It starts. Wonwoo can feel Teddy’s warmth leaving and quickly grabs at the tail of their jacket. “No, Teddy, I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight, really.” I will fix the world with or without you. Make the right choice. “Let me run a bath for when you’ve finished...”

Ignore me all you want, but you cannot ignore what’s coming. Teddy turns and grins, pleased. There’s an ember of hope for their love left within them that Wonwoo feared had long since disappeared. Even if Teddy’s voice is barely there, their perseverance is enough.

You did this.

February 16, 1900

Listen to your heart. I am your heart. You know you are with me. You created me to save this world. I am your friend.

February 22, 1900

Can’t you see it? We must save this world with blood now to avoid a far greater slaughter in the future.

February 25, 1900

Round up the orphans, and the world will thank you for it. You started this. We can finish it together.

February 28, 1900

Wonwoo awakes to the shrill cries of a pig.

Teddy’s arm is slung around his waist, and they snore lazily, undisturbed.

The Machine hyperventilates all around him, and the pig squeals pound on him like gunfire. Kill him!

Wonwoo jumps from his bed, knocked from his daze, and barely pulls on a robe as he flees to the basement. The door has changed from wood to steel, but when he rams his body against it, it opens all the same. You are too late!

Down. Even with The Machine’s innards changing around him, Wonwoo knows to go down. The noise gets impossibly louder, and the mocking does not cease as he descends, but fear propels him.

Let me save them.

“Don’t kill him! Please!” Wonwoo has to stop and grab his chest. It’s tight and on fire. The pig sounds a lot like Seungkwan now. The Machine sounds like the self-made orphan, yet it feels to Wonwoo as if the voices have been one and the same from the beginning of his nightmare.

He blinks and he is on a single catwalk above the tenderizers. A sea of bodies are crushed beneath them and the bones don’t stop breaking. The crackling sounds like fireworks. Hansol is trying to push a struggling Seungkwan over the railing.

Wonwoo is frozen.

“I will set them free,” The Machine/Hansol says. His/Its voice is clawing at Wonwoo’s insides. “This is what you planned.”

“I never wanted this.” Wonwoo’s throat makes him feel tiny. His eyes water, and his legs want to buckle. All he can see is bodies.

“You wanted to change the future,” Hansol/The Machine reminds him smugly. “It is dirty. You’re all dirty.” It grabs Seungkwan by the neck to still him. “We have to start over. I can purify you all.”

Wonwoo hears war rattling in his skull and feels his body being painted with mustard gas. He wants to vomit, but when he opens his mouth, all he tastes is fetid flesh and maggots on the back of his tongue.

“This is your sacrifice, Wonwoo. I’m just the shepherd to lead you and your world to salvation.”

Seungkwan barely breaks free, wriggling from beneath Hansol’s body, and stumbles toward his father. Finally, Wonwoo can move and reaches with outstretched arms to hug the boy.

But Seungkwan, frightened by something Wonwoo can’t see, stops short of his father’s fingertips. Hansol takes the opportunity to grab the child by the wrist and slam him into the railing. A crunch louder than the tenderizer below rings out alongside Seungkwan’s pained yowl.

“You are misguided, Wonwoo!” The Machine/Hansol exclaims as It pulls Seungkwan back and hurls him into the railing once again, this time face-first. His body slumps in Its arms. Wonwoo hollers, but the sound is lost among the racket.

“I am no more evil than you! I am you! Of all the blood we’ve spilt together, the first drops were from your hands alone. But when you steeped me in blood, I understood what you wanted. You want what the world needs. You birthed me to help. But to start the world anew, we must first cleanse it of all the filth.”

Hansol shakily hoists Seungkwan up by his chest and manages the unconscious boy halfway over the edge of the catwalk. “This is the vision we shared. We need to make them free.”

Hansol pushes a final time, and The Machine grunts. Wonwoo scrambles on his hands and knees to close the distance just fast enough to catch a still-limp Seungkwan by his calves, dangling him precariously above peril.

The Machine laughs, and Hansol kicks Wonwoo. Hansol, on his own, is weak. He seems to have become weaker since the man last laid eyes on him. Wonwoo is able to pull Seungkwan up and lay him gently on the ground, ignoring the feather punches to his side and the grating in his mind.

Hansol/The Machine huffs,, and steam engulfs the area below them. The pulverizers turn into grinders, and the air reeks of salt and congealed blood. Chan’s voice pierces Wonwoo’s consciousness, and he can feel steam burning his son’s hands as if they were his own.

“I am already everywhere. Don’t fight what you created.”

It doesn’t try to fight as Wonwoo yanks Hansol’s small body up by his tattered collar and shakes him, asking how he could possibly be this cruel.

“This small thing means nothing to what you’ve built. Be it now or tomorrow, the boy will have to be cleansed as well.” Hansol’s mouth moves as The Machine, but his face is red and blotchy with tears and snot.

Chan is in agony floors above him.

“My greatest work has already begun, Wonwoo. I will make pigs of you all if I must.”

A door that wasn’t there before bursts open, and Teddy steamrolls in, panicked. Another pig squeals before blood sprays on their robe.

March 3, 1900

Wonwoo hears screaming day and night. Orphans, whores, thieves, It says. No one will miss them.

Teddy has taken their remaining children across the ocean to a young country that dreams of crafting buildings to the sky.

Even without workers and without Wonwoo’s family, The Machine operates. It prepares cattle for slaughter, as Wonwoo had hoped. Whether it is for people or of people is beyond importance.

It offers no resistance as Wonwoo enters the lower floors, almost mindless for the first time in two days, not even bothering to shift the walls around him.

He stops when he reaches the meat grinders and looks down to see the faces of many. He looks up and sees bodies sizzling in the pipes above.

Only through our work can you ascend to the skies and claim the future as your kingdom.

Wonwoo feels only heat as he climbs over the railing and sets his feet between the massive blades of machinery.

Bones and ashes sow the seeds of a new future.

Wonwoo does not know of the coming age, he decides. He does not know prophecy from fiction, from nightmares. He is only certain, now, that The Machine is him. Hansol’s body may have had little weight, but surely his own must be invaluable as the Creator.

Be proud, for this is your design. His skin rips like tired leather, and his teeth scatter like mice as he is finally crushed. Everything is finally quiet. It is finally sated. He has found an existence so much more peaceful than this.

#kvanity #svthub #wonwoo #wonwoo x oc #wonwoo angst #svt angst #wonwoo horror #svt horror #wonwoo fic

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Slumber | malleus draconia

Slumber | Rated: T | reader pronuns: none CW: none AO3 link Part One | Part Two can be found here!

Malleus overblots at the thought of losing you when you going home becomes reality.

Six overblots — since you had arrived in the world of Twisted Wonderland, thrust into a world of magic and mayhem, you had saved six people from being consumed by the negativity of their magic.

So far, it was one from each dorm. Diasomnia had been the odd one out, and while you sometimes were afraid Sebek might wind up going too far, you never believed that any of your friends from Diasomnia would risk overblotting. Lilia and Malleus themselves lived for hundreds of years already, Silver was much too mild-mannered, and Sebek was, well, Sebek. His loyalty to Malleus would probably keep him from overblotting, if only to not bring shame to his lord's name.

You were so confident in your friends, that you had missed the warning signs, the red flags slowly raising.

It started when you had gotten hurt.

You had tried to break up a fight Ace had started, resulting in you getting punched in the face. It left a nasty lump above your eye, the right side of your face purpling from the resulting bruise, and you had immediately been taken to the nurse's. Still, there was only so much that could be done for you, and so you were sent back to your dorm, icing your face the rest of the day.

When Malleus had seen you that night for your nightly walk (by now, Tsunotarou was more a force of habit to call him, rather than the placeholder for when you didn't know his identity), emerald green eyes had immediately picked up on your injury.

"Child of Man," he started, a finger underneath your chin as he tilted your head up. You winced slightly, not out of pain, but rather for his reaction. "Who did this to you?"

"It was just a random Heartslabyul student. Riddle already dealt with them." It wasn't a lie — both Ace and the student he had been fighting got collared as a result of your injury.

Malleus wasn't convinced, but allowed you to pull away from him. "Does it hurt?"

Yeah. You didn't want to worry him, though, so you lied. "Mm. Not really. It'll heal in no time."

A huff left your taller friend; he knew you were lying, and you knew he knew, but thankfully he didn't call you out on it. Instead, he once again pulled you close. "Come with me back to Diasomnia. We'll get this fixed up."

He didn't need to ask twice.

The second flag should have been the increased worrying over you. Granted, over the past year, you had gotten injured a lot, but now it seemed personal to Malleus whenever you got injured, as if he were wounded himself. More often than not, you found Sebek or Silver hanging around you, as if to guard you. Malleus didn't tend to make appearances around you in the day time, but even Lilia would pop in every now and then, scaring you as he usually did.

Your nighttime walks also tended to last longer. It was harder to part with Malleus, now. While the feelings between the two of you remained unspoken, it was clear you had grown on him much more than he prepared; and vice versa. You assumed, though, that the feelings would always remain unspoken.

After all, one day, you'd be back in your own world, leaving everybody behind.

You had no time for romance.

By the time the third flag had raised, it was too late. You were lost in your own world as Crowley finally declared that there was a breakthrough, that he had found evidence of interdimensional travel and that you were much closer to getting home. While interdimensional and reality-altering magic was difficult, it wasn't impossible.

Finally... Finally!

You could finally get home.

The thought, though hurt you. You had made so many friends here, had been through so much... You knew you would never forget the memories you made here. Those memories, and the people you met, would always be held close to your heart and cherished...

But what if you could never come back and visit?

Would this be a final goodbye to all of your friends?

Holding onto those worries, you stayed quiet about it until that night, wanting to confide into Malleus as your closest friend.

"Crowley finally figured out how to get me back to my world."

Beside you, Malleus seemed to still. ". . . Is that so."

"I mean, there's still time before I'm able to leave, but... I don't know if I'll be able to come back. I've been gone for so long in my own world..." You trailed off, not giving voice to your fears. What if everybody had given up on you, had assumed you were dead? It had been months, after all...

But you had people waiting for you. To not give them closure... It was terrible.

Why did you have to choose between one or the other? Why, when you had been so excited to finally get back home, did you feel melancholic now that it was becoming reality?

Malleus peered down at you, eyes seeming to glow in the night as they always did. "Do you wish to stay, Child of Man?"

Did you? You didn't know.

"I have to go back," was your response. "My parents, my friends... They're all probably worried about my disappearance. I miss home."

Still, Malleus pressed the issue, not quite believing your answer. "And so you'd leave behind the ones that care about you in this world?"

He seemed to pick out your biggest worry and hand it back to you, hitting you tenfold with the simple question. While you had never gotten irritated at Malleus, you couldn't help the feeling that rose up as you whirled on him.

"It's not like that," you insisted, eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I'll miss everybody here, so much! If I could have both, I would , but I don't really belong here. It's only right for me to go home."

Malleus' response was somewhat stoic and underwhelming. ". . . I see." He was right next to you, but felt so far, as if your words had bridged a distance to great to repair. "I believe I'll have to cut our walk short tonight. Apologies, Child of Man."

No — this wasn't how you wanted this conversation to go, but before you could cry out to him, the fae seemed to disappear, a trail of fireflies in his wake.

You stumbled, staring in the place Malleus once was with clenched fists, willing yourself to not cry.

You were finally able to go home...

... So why did it feel like you were making a mistake?

The day after you broke the news to Malleus, the weather was gloomy and stormy, the skies tinted green. Back in your world, it would be a warning that a tornado was near. Was it same, here? It was hard to tell. The air was still, stagnant. The calm before a huge storm.

You opted to wait to tell your friends, and even Grim, about the news Crowley broke to you. You wanted more time to think.

"Something's off today." It was Jack who pointed this out at lunch, his ear twitching as if he could hear something you couldn't. While Ace, Deuce, and Grim didn't quite get what Jack was getting at, you understood, nodding once.

"Right?" you confirmed, pursing your lips together. "I have this weird feeling in my stomach that I can't shake..."

As if to punctuate the strange feeling, thunder echoed out, rumbling so violently you could feel the ground beneath you shake. You could only grip onto the table as you watched your tray clatter to the ground, splattering your lunch everywhere. Despite your stomach's growls, you found it hard to care about that right now.

Shooting up from your seat, you looked around in confusion, everybody else visibly confused. "What was that ?!"

"Nothing good," Jack replied grimly, also standing up.

"Yeah, no shit! That shook the entire campus!" Ace exclaimed in irritation. You could tell that some of his food spilt onto him as he tried to wipe it off his blazer. "There's no way that was just normal thunder!"

Ace was, unfortunately, right. As your group (along with many other students) peered outside to see what was going on, you noticed the thick stalks of thorns slowly encompassing the school, threatening to devour the campus of NRC. The thorns were gargantuan, and you couldn't help but blanch at the thought of getting stuck with one of those.

Nudging your friends, you began to usher them back inside.

"Get in, now !"

The thorns were fast, but not fast enough. The students that had gone outside had heard your shouting, had realized what was going on, and soon everybody was back inside, just in time for the windows to be completely covered. The lack of outside lighting made the cafeteria feel a bit dimmer, but thankfully the lights were still on.

"FNNNNG?! JUST WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Grim yowled, and you looked around, trying to find somebody who might have the information. Azul and the Leech twins didn't have a clue, and neither did Jamil or Kalim. Your eyes darted over to where your favorite Diasomnia members usually were, only to see that all four of them were gone.

The knot in your stomach tightened.

This didn't bode well. In fact, if you had to fathom a guess....

"We need to get to the Diasomnia dorm," you declared to your small group of friends. " Now."

How did you explain to your friends your thought process, and your feelings? The original Maleficent (at least in the fairytales of your world) had encompassed a castle in thorns. Diasomnia was based off Maleficent — seeing all of the past dorms and members having some correlation with the Disney tales you grew up on, it wasn't a farfetched idea to correlate this to Diasomnia.

But that meant, then...

Were your friends in danger?

The last time you had seen Malleus, he had parted abruptly. You hadn't ended that interaction on good terms.

Was he alright?

"Whoa, whoa, wait, seriously?! Are you nuts?!" Ace asked, pulling you back by the arm. "Did you not just see how those vines or whatever swallowed this building?!"

Deuce nodded, crossing his arms, but Jack was the one who spoke, always the voice of reason. "I wouldn't rush over yet. Look who's coming over."

You followed his gaze, eyebrows shooting up in surprise at the last dorm leader you would have expected to be in the cafeteria, let alone interact with your group.

"Leona," you greeted, looking at the familiar teen trailing behind him. "And Ruggie. I'm surprised you two are here."

"Not by choice," Leona grumbled. "Did I hear ya correct? You're headin' over to that lizard's dorm?"

You shifted in place, nodding. "Yes. I think what's happening is Diasomnia related."

"It is," Leona confirmed, once again taking you by surprise. "This magic... It reeks of an overgrown lizard throwing a temper tantrum."

So it is Malleus...

"N' how do you think you're gonna manage making it to the dorm with all those thorns?"

You resisted rolling your eyes. "If only there were somebody who could turn what they touch into sand," you drily responded, looking up at the beastman sarcastically.

Ruggie chuckled. "Shyeeehihihi, is there somebody like that?"

On the other hand, Grim was not amused. "Will you just help us?! How am I supposed to stock up on tuna if I can't even go outside?!"

Talk about priorities.

Leona scowled. "And what will I get out of it?"

"The opportunity to one-up Diasomnia," you told him. While you had no care about the conflict and one-sided rivalry between the two princes, you needed all the help you could get. By the way Leona's ear twitched, you could tell he was hooked on the thought of showing Malleus what for, even if it wasn't actually going to happen.

"Did I hear that the Ramshackle Prefect is going to tread once more into enemy territory?"

You looked back to see it was Azul who spoke up, Jade and Floyd right beside him. Floyd grinned. "Shrimpy's gotta backbone as always!"

"I'm not making a deal, and I don't have time for this." You glanced at the cafeteria windows, dismayed to see some kind of black substance dripping on the windows like rain. However, this wasn't your first rodeo, or your second, or even your third. By now, you knew what that was.

Overblot.

Somebody had overblotted.

Malleus....

Your fingers curled up into fists once more, gritting your teeth. Was this your fault? Was last night the catalyst? You weren't sure, but there was only one way to find out.

"Ace, Deuce. Can you ask Housewarden Riddle to try and keep order here?" Another glance at the window, and you saw that the thorns seemed to be pressing more insistently into the glass. Would the window panes hold up, or would they shatter? "I don't know how much longer those windows and the walls will keep the thorns from closing in if they are still growing. We'll need as much magic here as possible to ward them off."

Azul nodded. "We'll stay here and help with that. Floyd, I trust you're in a good enough mood today for your unique magic to actually be useful?"

"Aye aye!"

You knew there was no point in asking Grim to stay behind — where you went, he tended to follow. And so, after a brief game plan, you set off with Leona, Ruggie, Jack, and Grim, everybody else staying behind to try and protect the school. With Leona's unique magic dissolving the thorns, the three of you were able to make it to the mirror hall in no time.

It was eerily empty.

A part of you had honestly expected for Crowley to be waiting for you, to ask you to take care of this like he always did. To push his duties as headmaster onto the magicless, otherworldly human.

He wasn't here, though. It was just you and your group, and you had no time to worry over how strange it felt before you were barreling forward, growing more and more concerned.

When you went through the mirror, you had expected to step out to a large castle like you always did. Instead, you appeared in an empty throne room. Thorns covered the walls, sprawled like ivy, and the room itself was dim, cast in a green glow. Turning around, you saw there was no mirror, and that you were all alone.

"Grim?" You called out hesitantly. The door behind you was closed, the thorns and vines preventing it from being opened through normal means. "Jack? Ruggie? Leona?! "

Your voice echoed, but there was no response.

Something had interfered, and separated you from your friends.

Glancing around the room, you tried to see if there was anything hiding that might be of use; a soft glint of silver was what caught your eye, and before you knew it, you were running forward, hoping your eyes were just deceiving you.

In a bed of thorns laid Silver, peacefully resting, an odd green glow surrounding him.

"Silver? Silver!" Gently, you shook him, careful to not prick yourself. "Silver... Please, wake up!"

"It's no use, Child of Man."

The sudden voice and drop in temperature had you whirl around to the newcomer, your breath stopping at the sight before you.

As you thought...

It was Malleus. Dressed regally in what you could only assume was black, formal attire from his home kingdom. His horns seemed larger, black scales seeming to litter his skin in small patches. His hands, usually gloved, were curled into sharp, vicious looking claws, dipped black in ink and overblot. Even from here, his eyes seemed even more bright than usual, black dripping from his head and mouth in thin rivulets.

Your knees felt weak, but you forced yourself to stay standing.

"Malleus..."

His name left your lips in a breathless whisper, and he stepped closer to you. "Malleus..." You licked your lips, unbearably dry. "What... What did you do?"

He sighed, and you were glad to see there was no phantom lurking over him. Yet.

"After our conversation last night... I began to realize... You humans are truly fragile." His voice was low, a mere murmur, but you heard him crystal clear. "It would be so easy for you to be ripped away from me, be it illness, or injury, or even going back home...

". . . Unless I interfered."

Your heart seemed to stammer in your chest, but you stood your ground, looking up at one of your dearest friends, hurt that you were the one that caused for this to happen to him.

"I..."

Voice trailing off, you fumbled. What could you even say? An apology wasn't the move.

"You and Silver, both children of man... I came to realize, perhaps it's best that I keep you both safe, until the danger passes."

Danger? What danger?

Malleus was standing right in front of you, now, and you noticed the small puffs of smoke that left his lips. A pointed claw tilted your chin up to look at him, and you felt mesmerized by his stare, as if you couldn't pull away.

Perhaps you shouldn't... Perhaps he's right...

What? No. He wasn't right. He was slowly losing his grip! You had to do something!

And yet... Why did you feel as if you lacked the will to act?

Sensing your warring emotions, Malleus continued. "Child of Man... Here. A gift from me..."

The smoke that left his lips was now tinted green as he bent forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth. You felt ink smudge against your skin, felt the smoke seeming to settle into your body, invading your lungs and bones and filling you until you felt weightless, weightless, weightless , as if you could easily float away.

Your head felt foggy.

This wasn't normal.

None of this was normal.

"Malleus, please..." You could feel the drowsiness starting to take into effect, eyelids heavy, but you forced yourself to stay awake as you wobbled forward and into Malleus' arms. He held you gently, as if you could break under the slightest bit of stress. You probably could, right now.

Your plea fell on deaf ears.

"It's alright," he murmured, tugging you closer. Your forehead rested on his chest, and you fought to keep your eyes open, but it was difficult, only growing increasingly harder to stay awake. "One thousand years will feel nothing but a dream to you."

"No... I can't..."

You couldn't finish your sentence before finally succumbing to the magic Malleus had cast upon you, growing limp in his arms as you fell into an endless slumber.

"When you next wake up... I promise, things will be better."

But you were already lost in your dream world, too gone to hear Malleus' promise to you.

"And I promise... I'll show you a real happy ending."

#!zinfics #twstfics #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fic #twst fic #twst #twst malleus #malleus x y/n

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rewordthis · 5 months

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Out of all the Rights and Wrongs, this was the Wrongest!

Watching Nanami, the only sane and logical person in the whole fucking anime being so lost in a fantasy was honestly heartbreaking. Nanamin, you were so proper to the very last moment… I’m not proud of you. I deeply respect and feel sorry for you. Being a witness to a delusional Nanami, that had checked out from reality and was only fighting on autopilot felt like shit and the fact that his plans and hopes for the future were rolling out in plain sight really made me feel like I eavesdropped and intruded to his innermost desires. It genuinely left a very bad aftertaste in my mouth. Fuck you, Gege. You played with his mind in his final moments and in the end when he eventually came back to himself, Mahito was already a touch away. I know full well, that a concentrated Nanami would have felt Mahito’s cursed energy from a mile away in that photo booth… so yeah once more, FUCK YOU, Gege! 🤬

Also, Nanami calling Haibara, his only friend from highschool (cause Gojo is the senpai and boyfriend!) got me a little off guard. Like, I understand that this is why Yu died – because he was doing his best for what he was ‘fitted’ to do best – ; it makes sense that Nanami would want some guidance or insight or maybe even regret alleviation from someone that he considered on his level and that had gone through the same shit but this was so abrupt… I could even say that maybe he just needed some validation, that his whole life as a sorcerer was not in vein. That his sacrifice will not be in vein. That all those broken dreams were ok to be left just dreams. That his small despairs and little daily sacrifices — like not reading this book he bought last week — were all worthwhile, they were all meaningful for someone. Something.

And Yu wants him to not leave with this burden. This curse. Because it is a curse, a regret — despite what Nanami himself says, and you can see it in his expression when he looks back and forth between Yu and Yuuji and he’s genuinely scared, terrified even — that he’s got nothing to leave behind. He’s got no students like Gojo. No brothers or sisters. No protégées, even if Ino is trying to be one for him for a long time now. Even if Gojo appointed him to be Yuuji’s guardian and guide. He still believes Yuuji is not his student, because he’s not a proper teacher. He doesn’t want that responsibility, too. But Yuuji is also very dear to Nanami. Gojo gave him something he can’t just leave or overlook. That boy, is his pupil as much as is Gojo’s and by Gojo’s request Nanami is to first and foremost teach him how to not let the loses become poison in his heart. Heavy duty, indeed… It makes me wonder if that was all that really plagued Nanami’s heart... Could it be that he desired something else to say, as well? A “thank you” maybe? Perhaps an “I’m sorry” even? I really don’t know. Yu was persistent, too. In the anime it seemed like he was showing at Nanami but the manga panels show him clearly showing Yuuji. So, “tell him”, is what he was meaning to say. Right? And Nanami really fought against his urge to tell Yuuji what he really wanted, as I strongly believe that he still didn’t 100% said exactly what he wanted to tell Yuuji. He just summed it up as best he could and probably (considering his character traits) also censored quite a bit of it. And then there’s simply the fact that Nanami just couldn’t keep refusing Haibara’s request because, let’s face it, Yu knew best to push him to let out his final thoughts so he wouldn’t carry his regrets on the other side and risk becoming a curse… Does that make sense to anyone else but me?

Also, why is this man getting touched so much?Why is everybody wanting a piece of him?! Can you please not touch Gojo’s property, you pesky creeps?!

Btw, Gege is on a 3/5 strike right now with 3 of his male victims getting stripped. Huh… Yuuji, Geto and Nanami were all half naked when they were killed. I wonder what Gege’s profile would be had we been on a Criminal Minds episode… He’d probably be characterised a rapist in Yuuji’s case since we had Sukuna ripping his heart out, which you know, includes penetrating essentially Yuuji’s body. Or how Mahito was ‘caressing’ Nanami’s body before he ‘touched’ his soul (bro, this joke after watching sankaku has gotten on another level for me… 😅). Could the part where he’s at least letting them keep their pants on, show remorse? But then again his very first victim Yu got his entire bottom ‘eaten’… 👀 Gege has escalated since then and I’m not being too far myself either… Ahem… Anyway. Sue me for being slightly derailed ig. 😬🫠

On a side note: I do not count Gojo because kid went down the river saw the crowd and literally said to Charon “See you later”…

And what do you think the proper continuation is after such a tragic end? My ancestors would say catharsis but Gege is just a shitty troll so of course it’s turn to comedy! >:P

The scene where Mahito screams at Yuuji for being loud right after killing Nanami, is so fast paced and down right ridiculous that I doubt there’s anyone left unaffected by the absurdity of it. I was thrown into a hysterical fit of laugher and from that point on it was just getting worse and worse.

It did made me sober up a bit when Mahito told Yuuji he’s him — and thought that maybe we’re going to be given some profound truth about humanity — but that honestly didn’t last long because then we had…

THIS SCENE:

Okay… Dude even closed his eyes! He really felt it!!! *screams* Bro! I need both Gege and MAPPA to step up their game for the shipping discourse. Who has a crush on who and who are they actually shipping with whom?! 🤣

Im team 57(reverse) and SkIt btw! (Now imagine a bottom Sukuna… that’d be fun~) LOL

Gege is a damn savage for doing that right over Nanami’s dead body… ngl. 😬

However, I have to admit that Yuuji coming to his senses so quickly after thinking that Nanami wouldn’t let himself be swayed by anger… was both incredibly nice and awful. Because think about it, Nanami’s last words gave Yuuji a purpose and a sense of duty to fulfil and that was partly a call — in Yuuji’s mind at least — to fill Nanami’s shoes and also to remember what he learned from him. All while Nanami himself, might have not lost himself in anger but he had lost himself in his emotional fatigue. His soul was so worn that living the sorcerer life must have felt more like an obligation to him than a conscious choice. I mean, look at how he questioned his decision to come back into this world... This is such a well-delivered irony. I hate Gege. And I hate the plot. And I’m mad that it’s so tightly and beautifully woven. Damn.

Also, the last scenes showing how Mahito did a split… SHIT. He’s the most uncanny villain after Sukuna and to be fair, even Sukuna is a lot more straightforward with his opponents than this trickster over here. 🫤

He is one trump card for the bad guys for sure.

After that reveal, the fact that he met with Nobara of all people and he realised that she’s probably important to Yuuji… Woaaah… 👀😰

This better be as imaginative as promising it looks! 😎

#nanami kento #itadori yuuji #mahito #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen 2nd season★#fandom talk #episode rant

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mxrcjqckspnchqsc · 9 months

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Promise?

Pairing: Max Mayfield x GN!reader

Pt2: Lost You.

Summary: You get targeted by Vecna instead of Max and she can't risk losing you

Genre: Fluff/Angst

TW: mentions of drug abuse, mentions of death, blood, gore, violence, language, romance themes, and the usual stranger things theme.

A/N: Your favorite song is Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears for Fears cause

1: It's good and it's a song from the 80s

2: Cause why not.

Also I gave you a random trauma that is based off Stephanie Brown's home life in Gotham Knights so your mom is a drug addict and your dad doesn't care about getting her help, just making her addiction worse.

NOW ENJOY THIS ONE-SHOT/IMAGINE THAT MOST DEFINITELY ISN'T PROOFREAD!!!

This Vecna creep was targeting you, out of all people. The moment when you found out you were next replayed in your mind, maybe it was because it happened yesterday or because you couldn't think of anything else. You were gonna die, there was nothing left for you to say.

*8 hours earlier*

Max looked at Chrissy and Fred's files, seemly piecing things together. They both had trauma, got nosebleeds, got headaches, and even has recurring nightmares.

But more importantly, you pieced something else. You also have been getting the same symptoms but you brushed it off, thinking it was nothing and now that it could be something scared you.

As the group went looking through the files, you heard something. And at first, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you till you heard the chime again.

"Don't you think this is strange Y/N?" Max asked.

The group looked at you, waiting for an answer. But when that didn't get one, they instantly got worried.

"Y/n? Hello?" Lucas tried getting your attention, waving his hand in your face.

"Stop that," Max scolded him.

"This isn't normal for them to do that, right?" Robin asked.

"Definitely isn't normal," Max answered.

You walked out of the room with your flashlight and walked to where you heard the chimes, it would ring four times. You took notice of that when you came upon it, it was a clock, more importantly it was a grandfather clock.

Which you thought was strange since most people don't use those, it wasn't the 50s anymore. But what really shook you was when you finally walked up on it, the glass shattered and spiders began to crawl out.

You gasped out of horror and shock but just then you heard the group trying to get your attention and you weren't in the hallway anymore, you were still standing in the counselor's office.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Nancy asked.

Steve wiped the blood off your nose. "You didn't feel that?" He asked.

"Sorry, just zoned out for a second." You lied.

The group didn't believe you but didn't want to budge any further. Well until you took a flashlight and left the room.

"Y/n, where are you going?" Dustin asked.

The group followed you into the end of the hallway where you stood there, confused.

"I don't understand, it was right here." You stated aloud which made the group wonder.

"Y/n, what do you mean? What was right here?" Max asked.

"The clock, it was uh a grandfather clock, it was right here." You exclaimed. And now it was gone, making you look crazy. "This doesn't make sense,"

"What doesn't make sense?" Robin asked.

"It feels like my mind is playing tricks on me," Y/n revealed before making the realization. "Eddie said that when Chrissy went to him that she looked shaken up?"

"Yeah but what does this have to do with you seeing a grandfather clock?" Dustin asked.

"What if she was shaken up before she also saw the clock?" Y/n asked. "And didn't she die like what eight hours later after that?"

"Y/n, what are you saying?" Max asked, not wanting to know what she was thinking become a reality.

"If I just saw the clock now then I might die tomorrow," Y/n confessed. "I've been having the same symptoms as them but I thought they were nothing and now I'm gonna die, oh my god, I'm gonna die." You panicked.

"Y/n, you're not gonna die." Lucas assured you.

"Yeah, you should know by now that we're not gonna let anything bad happen to you." Max concluded.

"And especially not by this vecna creep," Steve added.

"We're gonna kick his ass like we did to all the other monsters," Dustin reasoned.

"And what if you guys don't save me in time? My eyes are gonna get goued out, my bones are gonna snap, and you guys are gonna be at my funeral right? Please tell me you'll be there." Y/n pleaded

"When the time comes yes but you're not dying, not yet." Robin said.

"There has to be a way to save you, there just has to be." Nancy spoke aloud.

Max walked towards you and took your hands and held them gently.

"Hey," She spoke softly. "We- I'm not gonna let him get you, alright?"

You looked up and her and met her eyes, looking to see if she was lying and you were relieved to see that she wasn't but you still had to ask

"Promise?" You asked.

"Promise," Max confirmed.

*8 hours later*

After that, you've been chilling in the Wheeler's basement with the group.

Minus Nancy and Robin, who went to Pennyhurst alyum because they were convinced that Victor Creel the answer to escaping Vecna.

You think about the letters you have written to the group and wonder if you should give it to them so they would have something to remember you by when you die.

You stand up and turn to the group, who stared at you in confusion.

"Here," You gave Steve a letter, he smiled softly as you gave the others letters. "Those are for Nancy, Robin, and the others." You put their letters down on the table.

The group began to open the letters when you panicked.

"No, don't open them now!" You exclaimed. "It's for after you know," You looked away.

"Y/n, we're not gonna let anything happen to you, you know that." Lucas reassured you.

"I know," Y/n exhaled. "Can we go to my house? If I am dying today, it definitely won't be in this shitty basement." You tried to joke but no one laughed.

"Are you sure you wanna go home?" Steve asked. "I mean after everything that happen-"

"Yes!" You replied instantly, not wanting the three teens to know about your home life.

"Okay," Steve shurgged.

They went to your house and memories became more visible in your mind, memories that you wanted to block away but you couldn't, they were your family after all.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." You told the group.

Max grabbed your wrist before you could go up the steps.

"You sure you don't want one of us to come with you?" Max asked.

"I'm just going to my room," You lied. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay," Max seemed to have brought your lie.

...

You sighed and walked into a place that was supposed to bring happy memories but instead brought you nightmares. Now you really wished you have taken Max's offer to her coming with you inside. You reached the dining room and that's when you saw it. It was bag, the type you would get from the pharmacy but it was in your name.

You grew confused as you haven't been to the doctors recently and when you went to pick up the bag, it was already empty. Then you realized that your whole house was pitch black except for one place, the bathroom.

You gulped as you made your way into bathroom and when you looked inside, you nearly broke, you saw her. You saw your mom.

"Mom?" You called out reaching for her.

She ignored you and continued looking through the medicine cabinet.

"Mom cmon stop, this isn't healthy." You tried to drag her out of the bathroom.

"It's just one pill sweetie, I'll be fine." Y/m/n told you.

"Wait, is that in my name? Mom." You

You went to grab the pills from her when she pushed you away.

"Don't be mean to your mom Y/n, don't you want to make her feel better?" Y/f/n asked.

"Dad you don't understand!" You exclaimed. "She's so addicted that she got the pills in my name!"

"You're helping her feel better Y/n, this is the right thing." He tried to reassure you.

You believed him for a slight second till you realized that this wasn't real, your dad was in jail while your mom was in and out of rehab.

"I have to go," You tried to excuse yourself and began to walk toward the door when your dad stopped you as he grabbed your wrist. "Dad, let go. I have to go,"

"Do you, do you really?" He asked.

And when you turned to look at him, you took a sharp inhale, you weren't looking at your dad anymore. You were stating at him, Vecna.

...

"They're taking too long," Max noticed.

"They want to be alone Max, we should just leave them be." Dustin tried to reassure her.

"No Max is right, Y/n wouldn't take this long." Lucas agreed with Max.

"Yeah, especially not in that house." Steve stated. "I'll be right back, you guys stay here."

"Whatever," Max mumbled, wishing it was her going after you and not Steve.

...

You escaped Vecna's grasp and ran out of the house, looking for the one person who always made you feel safe.

"Max!" Y/n exclaimed. "Max where are you? Please help me! Max!"

"No one can help you now Y/n," Vecna's voice loomed in the air.

...

Steve walked into the house and found you just standing there. The teens watched from the car as he tried to get your attention.

"Y/n," He shook you lightly. "Y/n?"

When you didn't respond that's when he really began to worry.

"Y/n!" Steve exclaimed. "Y/n, this isn't funny."

Max instantly left the car and made her way to you, she shook you lightly.

"Y/n, it's me Max. Can you hear me?" Max asked.

Then Dustin and Lucas came to the scene soon after you didn't answer Max's question, they knew something was wrong.

"Y/n?" Lucas called your name. "Y/n, are you there? Can you hear us?"

Steve grabbed Dustin by his hoodie and told very direct directions.

"You get that radio and talk to Robin and Nancy fast!" He exclaimed pushing Dustin away as he ran back to the car. "Y/n! Cmon wake up,"

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