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callboxkat · 3 years

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Those Long, Lonely Nights (part 3/6)

Author’s note: This is a retelling of the story These Deep Dark Woods, but from Roman’s perspective. I recommend reading that story first, but this can also stand alone.

Summary: Roman, a knight, insists on accompanying his best friend Logan, a potion maker, when he decides to head into the notoriously dangerous woods bordering their home to find some rare herbs and minerals for his apothecary. They find much more than they bargained for when they encounter Remus, a bloodthirsty giant. Logince. Angst with a happy ending.

Fic Warnings: food mention, blood, injuries, death mention, killing mention, gun mention, mild body horror (it’s Remus), disturbing imagery (it’s Remus), character death, temporary/believed character death, kidnapping, guilt, attempted self sacrifice, talk of giants, vampires and other monsters. Very unsympathetic villain Remus.

Word Count: 2141

Part 1 : Part 4

Writing Masterpost!

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Logan wasn’t moving.

He wasn’t moving.

Roman stood there, his jaw slack with shock, his ears buzzing, feeling like the ground had just dropped out from underneath him and he had gone into free fall.

The giant released Logan’s arm, instead letting his body hand loosely from only a few fingers.

He looked at him for a moment, shrugged, and dropped him. He fell like a stone and did not move again.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he commented, like he’d just broken a cheap toy that he didn’t much care about.

Then, he spun around, and before Roman could recover enough to remember that he was still in danger, the giant had grabbed him up in tight fists. He ripped the sword from Roman’s grip—stronger even than the magic meant to prevent exactly that—and tossed it casually over his shoulder. The weapon disappeared into the dark.

Pulled from his shock, Roman roared in anger and grief, pounding on the giant’s hands and arms with his fists. He kicked out, colliding with the giant’s jaw but not causing much damage.

In response, the giant squeezed him, crushing the breath from his lungs. Roman gasped as he heard something crack.

“Hmm, we can still have some fun together,” the monster said, grinning crooked, stained teeth. His lower canines were almost like tusks. The tip of one of them was broken off. Somehow it only made him look more disturbing.

The grip on him released slightly. Roman gasped and continued to desperately struggle, yelling and screaming and hitting out at the giant. The giant simply looked amused, until Roman bit down on his hand, drawing blood. It tasted like acid.

The giant flinched and his grip tightened again, leaving Roman choking and gasping for air once more.

“Now, that might be a little too feisty,” he heard, the giant sounding annoyed for the first time. The monster transferred Roman to only one hand, lifted up the now free one, and flicked Roman in the head.

Crack.

Roman’s head jerked to the side as his vision doubled, and he felt his body go limp. The giant’s iron grip relented. Nausea rolled in his stomach as he felt the giant move him around, poking and prodding.

“Oh, goody, you’re not dead,” he heard, as if from another room. “Can’t have both of you dying before the fun part!”

The world spun as the giant casually manhandled him. There was a tearing sound; and then the giant was tying something tightly around him, like a spider trussing up its prey, before roughly stuffing the knight into a dark, enclosed space made of coarsely woven fabric—what he would later realize was the giant’s bag. It had a putrid smell, like the giant himself, like it was very well used and hadn’t been cleaned in years.

Something else was bundled in a few seconds later, and upon recognizing the iron tang of blood and the smell of herbs in the air, Roman was hit by the realization that it was Logan’s body now crumpled against him.

Roman attempted to move sluggish limbs to his best friend, desperately hoping against hope to rouse him, but he was tied too tightly to move.

“Lo…gan,” he slurred.

Logan, of course, showed no reaction. He was crumpled awkwardly, his head pressed into Roman’s side, heavy and unmoving. Roman was almost glad that it was too dark for him to see anything. He… did not want to see. He didn’t want to know.

It was beginning to sink in that Logan might really be gone. That he might really be dead.

Roman would never speak to him again. He would never get to tell him how he felt.

His favorite person in the world was just… gone.

Roman was trapped in the bag of a giant, with his best friend’s dead body practically lying on top of him, about to be carried off to be tortured and killed himself.

The giant began to move then, and it took everything Roman had not to pass out or throw up as he was jostled about, Logan’s horribly limp body still lying against him. The time in that bag felt like it lasted forever. Being bounced around carelessly, too restrained to do anything about the situation, feeling his shirt slowly grow damp where Logan’s head was pressed into his side, surrounded by the rotten smell of the giant. Able to hear his captor whistling out-of-tune to himself the whole time, cheery as could be. Even as he began to recover from the blow to his head, it only seemed worse, because he could truly appreciate how much he was suffering.

Finally, they came to a stop. Logan’s body was pulled out first. Roman closed his eyes as he heard it clatter to the ground.

The hand came for him next, and Roman was tugged roughly from the bag. The giant set him down only a little more carefully than he had Logan. It seemed they were in a cave, naturally formed, although with a few clear alterations. The ceiling soared dozens of feet high—plenty tall for the giant—beyond where Roman could see. It was dark, lit only by a pair of poorly made torches bolted to the wall closest to the entrance.

Roman should probably have been afraid. He just kept thinking, This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The giant grinned at him, then roughly tore off the knight’s leather boots. It might have hurt, if he hadn’t felt so numb, since the giant didn’t bother to unlace them first. The giant popped one in his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully, frowned, then spat it back out into his hand. He dropped the boots onto the cave floor.

Humming to himself, the giant stepped back, and left the cave. With him gone, Roman could just barely see where Logan lay, on what had been the giant’s other side, the vague shape of his body illuminated by the torchlight. He looked away. Logan wouldn’t have wanted to be remembered like that. Not that Roman would be remembering him for long.

The giant returned some time later, still humming, carrying a load firewood in his arms. Some of the logs looked like entire saplings that had been yanked from the earth. The wood was dumped in a pile before the giant, and then he got to work setting it ablaze. Since many of the trees were freshly pulled from the ground, still with the remains of green leaves on their branches, it took him a while to get it to light; but soon enough, a fire was roaring, illuminating the enormous cave.

Roman should have been struggling, looking around, trying to find a means of escape… but he just felt hollow.

The giant didn’t seem content to let Roman wallow in silent misery. “This would be so much more fun with two of you,” he mused in that annoying, nasal voice as he poked at the fire with a branch, “but oh well! Oopsie! Sometimes I don’t know my own strength, you know?” He turned to Roman and shrugged, a grin on his face that showed he really did not care one bit about what he had done.

Roman didn’t respond, just listening almost with disinterest as the giant went on to cackle and talk about all the ways he was going to torture his “new toy”—Roman, of course.

He went on with that for a while, coming up with more and more ghastly ideas, before eventually sighing, “Ah, but it’d be so much more fun with two of you.” Roman finally glanced up from the patch of dusty, stained floor he’d been staring at. “But it’s okay. It’s fine. I bet his bones will make great toothpicks. Sticks just don’t last nearly as long.”

Anger boiled in Roman’s gut.

“Ooh, or maybe I can put him in a jar. Like a pickled specimen! Scientists do that kind of thing, right? I can be a scientist! A mad scientist!”

The giant paused, turning to grin manically at Roman, who just stared at him with a look of disgust.

“You know, I don’t get company that often,” the giant continued, his shoulders suddenly slumping as he pouted. “Nobody stays very long.”

Because you murdered them all, too?

The sad look faded, and the giant perked up again, grinning. “I’m Remus, by the way!” he announced, putting a filthy hand to his chest. Roman’s gaze went to the bone-studded bracelet around his wrist. It still had Logan’s blood on it.

For some reason, the sight filled Roman with a new energy. Rage boiled up within him, filling every vein, every muscle. He truly struggled against his bindings for the first time. “I don’t care about your name,” he said, hatred and grief turning the words into a snarl. He raised his voice, uncaring of the consequences. “You are nothing but a villain—a foul, malodorous, evil villain who serves no purpose to society except providing something to vanquish!”

Remus, though, didn’t seem bothered—if anything, he looked amused. “Aw, don’t be like that,” he said, removing his hand from his chest and using it to swat dismissively at the air. “Who cares about society? Isn’t it much more fun to just do what you want? Whatever you want?”

“Those of us who aren’t monsters don’t find killing fun,” Roman spat.

Remus laughed. “Maybe you just haven’t tried it. There’s all sorts of fun ways to do a little killing.”

Roman told the giant exactly what he thought he should do with himself. Remus, still looking amused, opened his mouth to respond, when…

Plop!

Remus tilted his head, turning to look. Something small, about the size of a baseball, had fallen into the fire. The giant leaned forward to grab a stick, and he poked curiously at whatever it was.

“Maybe the ceiling’s coming down!” he said cheerfully. “We’ll be crushed like bugs!”

“Greeaaat,” Roman drawled. Just what he needed. At least he wouldn’t be made into tooth picks if he was crushed by a cave in.

The fire exploded.

There was a bang, incredibly loud, and a flash of light. Sparks and charred wood flew in all directions, the flames soaring towards the ceiling with a roar of triumph. Remus shrieked and stumbled back from the inferno, stumbling over the filthy rags he sat on. Heat washed over Roman, who could only close his eyes against the sting, but who was thankfully far enough not to get burned.

The heat faded slightly; and he opened his eyes, squinting against the clouds of acrid smoke filling the air.

What the hell was that?

Remus was patting down his clothes, trying to smother the flames that had spread onto him, yelling obscenities all the while. A patch of his hair was on fire. Roman’s ears were ringing.

Then the smoke shifted, and Roman saw an angel.

Silhouetted against the glow of the fire, a dark shape was sprinting for Roman. The movements were incredibly uncoordinated, seemingly about to fall at any second. But it was a very, very familiar shape that dashed towards him. An impossible shape.

Logan.

He dropped down to his knees in front of Roman, panting. Real. Breathing. Alive. His face was swollen and half coated in drying blood, his pupils were two different sizes, and he was streaked with dirt and ash.

He was the most beautiful thing Roman had ever seen. And he was alive.

Roman couldn’t believe it. He could have sobbed. He could have screamed.

As Logan began tugging at the ropes, glancing once over his shoulder in Remus’s direction, Roman found his voice.

“I thought you were dead!” he cried, hardly able to hear himself over the ringing in his ears, the roar of the flames, and the giant’s continued shouts as he tried to keep the fire from spreading.

Logan pulled out his dagger, the blade glinting in the firelight—of course he still had his dagger, the brilliant man—and slashed the ropes holding Roman still. His hands seemed very unsteady, but he made quick work of it, and even managed not to cut Roman. They both rushed to tug away the bindings, and Roman and Logan stumbled to their feet, helping each other up. Logan kept the dagger out—probably a good idea. Roman considered taking it, since he was in better shape, but Logan’s knuckles were white on the handle. He wasn’t going to drop it.

Roman glanced quickly around to find the entrance of the cave, grabbed Logan’s arm, and they ran. Sharp stones and bits of wood cut into Roman’s bare feet as they went, but he couldn’t have cared less. Even as a newfound terror coursed through him, replacing the numbness like ink filling water, Roman felt so light.

Logan was alive.

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berkblockman · 4 years

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Truth // Barry Berkman x reader

Pairing: Barry Berkman x reader Word count: 2491 Warnings: Lenguage Request: Hi! Could I possibly request an imagine where the reader finds out the truth about Barry and runs away and stays the night at a motel trying to process this information, and then Barry finds her there the next morning and begs for her forgiveness, trying to convince her he'll change? If you can't, it's fine. (a/n): Hey, sorry this took me some time. I’ve been kind of busy lately 😅 Anyway, thank you for the request. Hope you like this ❣

Holding the gun in your hands, feeling its uncomfortable weight between your palms, you closed your eyes and sighed. You did your best to get rid of the lump in your throat, but it was impossible. Confusion and desperation were slowly taking over you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that this whole thing had a completely comprehensible explanation, but the more you thought about it, the less sense it all had. There was no innocent, plausible explanation to keeping a whole stash of weapons under a mattress.

How long had been Barry keeping those in there, at the house you both shared? It was scary to just think about it. You had been living together for several months now, and to simply imagine that those guns had been there – loaded and ready to be used – since the first day you moved in had your whole body trembling in fear and disgust. And to think about the fact that you would have probably never found out about it if it wasn’t because you were trying to find a place to hide your pregnancy test to give him a surprise… You felt nauseous.

Did you even know him at all? You had been with him for almost two years now. You knew some dark things about his past as a marine and you decided to love him and accept him regardless his past mistakes, but this changed everything. This wasn’t the past. Those weapons were there now, right in front of your eyes, and they were your boyfriends. You thought the man you loved wouldn’t keep anything from you, but apparently you were deeply wrong.

Why did he need them? Those sure weren’t souvenirs from his times as a marine, so that meant he had to be using them for something else.

Was he a ‘gangster’ of sorts, like the ones in the movies you watched together?

Was he selling those weapons in the black market?

Was he a drug dealer?

Were you and your unborn baby even safe?

A thousand questions were forming in the back of your mind as you felt you vision getting blurry with tears in your eyes. Your breathing was quick and unsettling, your chest going up and down with rage when you heard the front door. It didn’t matter, anyway. You were so devastated that you didn’t move a muscle when Barry opened the bedroom’s door.

“Babe, have you seen-“ The second he watched you kneeling on the floor with his gun in your hand, he immediately hushed in realization. Closing your eyes and cursing himself under his breathe, he tried to find the courage to explain himself. “y/n, I…”

“Why?” You felt your voice cracking as a tear made its way down your cheek. Out of all the questions that were going through your mind at the moment, that was the only one you could actually form. You couldn’t even look at him.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, trying to find the right words to say.

Barry had hoped he would never had to face this moment. You weren’t the first person to find out the truth about him, his ex–comrade Chris or the Detective Janice Moss had also discovered it long before you. And he had managed for them to never say a word about it.

Not that Barry enjoyed killing, but Fuches had taught him that sometimes you have no other choice, at least not in situations where your whole life is in danger. Moments like this one. It was not something he would get any pleasure from, yet he would do whatever he had to do to save his ass, get rid of any evidence and tell himself he would be different ‘starting now’, knowing deep down that it would end when he had to cover his footsteps again. But it was a bit different now. He had grown a conscience in the time he had been living in LA and every time it was harder to pull the trigger, the regrets were stronger than ever, and he wasn’t sure that he could keep living like that anymore.

Looking at you, he immediately hated himself at the thought of taking care of this situation like he had done it before. That was not an option now. He simply couldn’t do it. Not to you. He felt disgusted at the thought of causing you any harm. At least, any more harm than the one you were already in.

Barry stood there in complete silence, wanting nothing but to disappear from the face of the earth.

“What is all this, Barry?” You finally gathered the courage to ask, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

“I used to work as a hitman.” He began to explain, finally being sincere to you. “I want you to know that I didn’t enjoy any of it and that since I came to LA I’ve been trying to leave it all behind…” An awkward, almost painful silence took over for a very uncomfortable 10 seconds.

“If you left it behind,” You spoke again, your hand taking a firm grip around your pregnancy test, almost as if you were trying to break it, to make it disappear. “why do you keep this stuff?”

“Because I haven’t yet.” Barry answered, the feeling of self–hatred taking over his body as he realized that he had failed you. “But I will.”

“If you really wanted to, you would have done it already.” You assured, finally looking at him and giving him one of the coldest stares he had ever received. “You would have never started in the first place.” Barry could feel every word hitting like a bullet on his chest. “But you are a violent piece of shit. I should have realized when you told me about Korengal…” Every second that passed, it got harder to breathe. “I’m so fucking stupid!”

You tried to close your eyes hard enough for you to wake up, hoping that this was all a nightmare. But this was awfully real.

As you struggled to breathe, Barry carefully started to walk towards you in an attempt to help you calm down. But when you felt his hand on your shoulder you immediately pulled back and pointed the gun that you still held on your right hand towards him.

“Do not fucking touch me!” You yelled, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the father of your future child raising his hands in a sign of surrender.

You looked at each over for several seconds without saying a single word. It was the first time you pointed a gun towards someone. You hadn’t expected to hold a gun in your life, and less to hold it against your boyfriend, but that’s how tables had turned. Barry looked at you in the eye, hoping that you would stay calm and didn’t do anything crazy. But he couldn’t do anything, he feared that if he walked a step closer to you, you would get nervous and pull the trigger.

Overwhelmed by this whole situation and knowing in your bones that you were incapable of shooting him, you angrily threw the gun and the pregnancy test into the mattress, in a desperate attempt to get rid of them. It was in that moment that he realized what that thing you held in your hand was, and as he reached for it in confusion to examine it, you quickly ran away from the apartment.

Not looking back at any second, you got into your car and started to drive as fast as you could. You had nowhere to go, but you still needed to get away. Doing your best to keep your composure, you drove silently until you found an old, crappy motel right outside the city, and not thinking about it twice, you decided to get a room to stay the night. It was already late and you definitely weren’t in the right conditions to keep driving any longer.

Your room was far from being ideal. The once white walls were full of unknown stains that you probably rather not know, the floor and furniture covered in dust and the old bed made weird noises when you sat on it. But you honestly couldn’t care less in that moment. The only thought that was occupying your mind were the memories of what had just happened, replaying in your head again and again.

Unconsciously, you placed a hand in your lower belly. What were you going to do? You were excited about the idea of having this baby. Not that you had always dreamt about forming a family, but since the moment you found out you were pregnant, you couldn’t wait for the baby to born. That was of course, before finding out the truth about their father.

Now you were alone in this, weren’t you? You couldn’t count on Barry for this, or anything. How were you going to look after the baby on your own? What would you say when they grew and asked about their father?

Maybe the best for everyone was for you to get an abortion. You weren’t sure that you could guarantee this child a safe place in this world – you didn’t even had a home now. As much as you once liked the idea of having that baby, maybe it simply wasn’t meant to be. Damn, if finding out that your boyfriend is a serial killer just when you just got pregnant is not a sign that you shouldn’t have the baby, you didn’t know what that sign would look like.

Exhausted, you got inside of the bed and closed your eyes, trying to sleep so you could forget about everything for at least a while. But it was simply impossible. It wasn’t just the uncomfortable, old and stinky mattress underneath you, your own worries and anxiety didn’t let you fall asleep.

By the time the sun came out you had probably slept for an hour and a half, and yet, when you woke up from the last nightmare of the night – one in which Barry choked you to death – you couldn’t sleep again. Giving up, you got up from bed and headed to the bathroom. You thought about taking a shower, but since there was no hot water and there was a dead cockroach in the shower plate, you decided not to.

Returning to the main room, you heard a knock on the door. Guessing it was room service – if this crappy motel had that in the first place – you decided to start gathering your things to go get some air while hoping that they would clean this place for the first time in what you supposed were years. But when you finally opened the door and saw Barry, you took a step back, feeling fear taking over your body.

“Go away.” You told him without being able to look at him in the eye, trying to think of a way to get out of there.

“I’ve been searching for you all night.” He spoke calmly, you could notice how tired he was. “I was worried about you…” Surprised at the cool temper he seemed to have after you literally pointed a gun at him, you looked at his face in detail. He seemed so miserable and tired, almost like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him. “I couldn’t stop thinking that something had happened to you, I was so relieved when I found your car in the parking lot…”

You examined him in confusion. You wanted to tell him to fuck off, to leave you alone and to never try to reach you again. Or you wanted to do that before you saw the tears filling his eyes and the way he had been worried sick about you. You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to piss off.

“Are you okay?” He got you out of your thoughts with that question. You nodded in response. “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t know how to tell you the truth…” Barry closed his eyes, ready to finally open himself up to you. “When I got back from Afghanistan this friend of my family, Fuches, got me into this. I didn’t have anything to hold on to at the moment and I didn’t realize what I was doing, I know it’s no excuse… But I’ve improved and I’m trying to leave all of that behind.” You looked at him in the eye, not sure that you could trust him. “I want to be a better person for you and the baby…”

“I’m not sure that we should have the baby.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe. You were probably both too sleep deprived to have this conversation, but you needed to have it.

“What, why?” He quickly asked.

“Because I don’t even know who you are anymore.” You felt yourself crying again. “All I know is that you’ve been lying to me about who you are.”

“All of that it’s not who I am.” He placed his hand on the side of your face, wiping away the tears that was running down your cheek. “I regret everything about it, and it’s part of the past. The only moment when I feel like myself is when I am with you, that’s what is real for me.” His eyes were examining your face, trying to decode your expressions. “I just need one chance to show you that I am not a violent piece of shit. Let me prove it to you, please.”

Feeling a lump in your throat, you stared at him in silence. You weren’t sure of what was the right thing to do anymore. He had done some awful things, that was true. But he said that he was ashamed of it and truth was that no one had ever worried so much about you. He had never been violent or aggressive to you in any way. Maybe he did deserve a chance.

“I’m too tired to decide anything right now.” You clarified. “I have barely slept all night.”

“Me neither.” He replied, he had been driving around all night to try and find you.

Still hesitating, you took his hand in yours and, after closing the door, you guided him to the bed. He imitated your moves as you lied in bed and cuddled yourself, looking in his direction.

“I think the best for everyone is to rest for a while.” You explained, your body giving in when it felt the contact of the now-not-so-uncomfortable mattress. “We can discuss everything later.”

Barry simply nodded in agreement. He was too tired to say another word. You on your side, thought that you would see things in a more clear perspective after having a very needed sleep time.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep in each others arms.

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xhaotixaesthetica · 4 years

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Direwolf!Chan (Hyrbid AU!Chan)

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Author's Note: Finally got around to writing some of the personal stuff I wanted to write for this blog! I don’t have any requests as of my wrtiting this on Dec. 2, 2019 so feel free to request right now! Also note that I obviously don’t know anything about Chan’s siblings or his family so I had to make a lot of stuff up for the headcanon, this doesn’t reflect their actual personalities cause idk them. ALSO PLEASE TAKE NOTE: these are so long that I’m going to make a separate headcanon for all of the members that’s about dating hybrid SKZ, so we’re not going over that right now, this is just about them as general hybrids. It’s gonna be a big polyship thing tho cause other wise i’d have like 9 different versions of the reader)

Trigger Warning: mentions of death, depression, self-hatred, insomnia, and themes of mental illness

Genre: fluff, with bits of angst

Word-Count: 3.3K+

You are in: the Amalgam Star System

YES HYBRID AU!CHAN

Lezzgetit

Chan is pretty rare in a multitude of ways

for one he’s a wolf hybrid

wolf hybrids are very rare and hard to get right

the pups usually come out with lots of birth defects and rarely make it past two weeks

and not only is he a wolf, he’s a DIREWOLF

Direwolves are like the superhuman monster version of wolves, the same in looks but generally 3X the size with incredible strength and speed

They are also considered feral, dangerous, savage beasts

In all countries except 6, it is illegal to breed direwolves. Direwolves and Direwolf shifters are to be killed on sight or brought to the government for testing/genital neutralization surgery.

Because of these restrictions, any direwolf or direwolf shifter you find is likely to be a wildling

That’s what Chan is

Chan was born deep in the woods to a human father and a direwolf mother. Both cared for and doted on their son extensively. Whenever food was low, they gave it to Chan. Whenever it was cold, they’d cuddle up to their son to protect him from the elements

Then they gave had a daughter named Hannah and a son named Lucas.

Their parents were surprised to see that Chan, instead of having the normal jealousy an only child gets when they have to share their attention with new siblings, actually grew quite protective over his brother and sister

That was when they knew Chan was an alpha. Being an alpha direwolf means that if Chan were to ever get caught by the government, he would not receive a quick death or be allowed to live as human — after an invasive neutering.

No, he would be kept in captivity all his life in a government facility, subjected to torturous experiments.

They knew that protecting their children was more important then than ever.

From a young age, Chan’s mother taught Chan to hunt. While Chan’s father taught them survival skills like recognizing poisonous plants, starting fires, tracking, trapping, cleaning wounds, and properly cooking things, their mother taught them how to fight, how to use weapons, how to shift and fight in their wolf form, and how to fight as a group to maximize protection.

Their family lived in hiding but they were all happy.

Each of the kids had different talents. Chan was extremely good at hunting animals, defending the house, and protecting his family, as well as cooking anything anyone brought home. Surprisingly, he was also pretty good at taming animals, in his human form at least.

Hannah was adept at identifying poisonous things, gathering roots and berries, and setting traps. Lucas was good at medicine, growing things, starting fires.

So the kids made the household pretty damn efficient.

Fast forward to when Chan’s thirteen and that’s when things take a turn for the worse

Chan saw footprints in the earth, footprints that were obviously from a large person with a heavy stride and big hunting boots.

The whole family was on high alert for a week. The knew a hunter had probably spotted them and ratted them out.

Chan, Hannah, and their mother could have ran, they could shift into their wolf forms and survive on rabbits and other things.

But his father was a human and Lucas hadn’t really learned how to control his shift yet. They wouldn’t survive that kind of life in hiding and if they left them at the house, they’d be killed for harboring direwolf shifters.

So, as they expected, the government showed up at their house days later.

It was...bad

Chan’s dad went down and his mom told him to take his siblings and run, leave his parents behind so he could protect Lucas and Hannah.

And reluctantly, he did just that

They didn’t last long

Chan tried his best, he really did, but Hannah and Lucas didn’t really stand a chance

They were younger than him, their wolf forms less developed, Hannah didn’t have the stamina he did and Lucas barely had a wolf form at all

Chan barely escaped with his life

He was....distraught to say the least

He felt that it was all his fault, he was supposed to protect their family and now they were all dead and he was still alive

Alpha shifters are known to be the defenders, which was why his family counted on him so much for that. He felt that he failed as an Alpha, as a son, and as an older brother and he’d never forgive himself for that

Now cut to you

Your parents were hybrids rights activists

They acquired Woojin when he was a baby from a circus after his mother died from maltreatments from the circus

They fostered Woojin for a bit before he was adopted by your mother’s friend

Then, later on, they had you

You and Woojin grew up side by side as best friends

And when you were thirteen, a year after Chan’s family was slaughtered, Woojin burst into your parent's house looking frantic and terrified and carrying Chan on his back

Chan was in pretty bad shape, dark circles under his eyes, underfed, giant claw marks and bruises on him

Your parents were pretty distraught, they couldn’t think of who could have done this to a person, much less a kid that young.

You all cleaned his wounds and took care of him.

Woojin looked extremely apprehensive the entire time

When you all finished with Chan, Woojin grabbed your mother’s arm and said, “Don’t tell anyone about him. No one can know. And never be in a room alone with him.”

And before anyone could ask questions, he left

Woojin didn’t ever get too close to Chan, never visited him when he was unconscious, and got very upset whenever you or your parents went in a room alone with him to take care of him

But he still wouldn’t say what was making him so apprehensive of Chan

“It’s not my business to tell.”

But you didn’t pay Woojin any attention skjsksj

You grew very attached to Chan

It took two weeks of intensive care from you and your family for him to wake up

During those two weeks, you all obviously didn’t know Chan’s name, and you called him Angel Boy because you thought he was very pretty

You’d always make sure his IV drip was proper, check on him all the time, sit with him, and read him stories and talk to him and shit

Chan won’t admit it until years later, but your voice really helped him during that time, sometimes he can still remember it

That year he spent alone and on the run, terrified, paranoid, wallowing in loneliness, depression, self-hatred, and survivor’s guilt really took its toll on him so to hear someone being so kind and caring for him helped him wake up a lot quicker

Even though Chan was exposed to lots of love and happiness in his childhood, it only took that one day for him to realize that the world hates him for what he is and the few humans he met in that year by himself only served to reinforce that

He didn’t think anyone would ever care about him again :(

When Chan wakes up, Woojin absolutely refuses to even go down the hallway he’s in

You and your family are ecstatic but a bit worried because Chan doesn’t really do anything once he wakes up

He doesn’t ask who you are or why he’s there, doesn’t ask if you’re going to hurt him, he really seems like he doesn’t care

You thought that that would make Woojin ease up on him, but if anything that seemed to make him distrust Chan more

Direwolves had even more enhanced senses than other hybrids so it wasn’t hard for Chan to hear you and Woojin’s frequent arguments about him

Woojin kept saying that Chan was dangerous, he wouldn’t say why, but he seemed to be fairly certain that Chan would eviscerate you and your family in your sleep or something

You argued that you’d been alone with Chan plenty of times and he’d never shown a tendency toward violence for anything, much less people

Chan didn’t want to be a burden and he certainly didn’t want to cause a rift between you and your best friend

So one night he tried to leave your house

He didn’t really have a plan, he was in an unfamiliar place and the last thing he wanted was to be caught by the government

But you’d been so nice to him and he really liked you and he was terrified to ruin your life the way he thinks he ruined his family’s

He was so emotionally upheaved that night that even though he had amazing senses, he didn’t hear you get out of bed

You were going in the kitchen for a midnight snack when you saw him about to go out of the front door

You ran up behind him and hugged him around the middle before you knew what you were doing

Chan froze, surprised to say the least

“Please don’t go. You don’t have anywhere to go and I don’t want you to get hurt. Please stay.”

Stay

You wanted him to stay

The next thing you knew Chan burst into tears

He cried for a loooongg time

You both just sat on the sofa with him sobbing in your arms and holding you like you would disappear

Chan got better after that

He still didn’t talk, but he got out of bed now. He did chores around the house and helped with your homework

yes his father actually taught him school things lmao

i go to school boi

your parents were amazed at the change in him

Chan didn’t really smile that much or have a lot of facial expressions at all

And if you ever passed by his room at night, you’d probably hear him crying

Plus sleep didn’t come easily at all to him, his case of insomnia was quite severe

But baby steps

Even though Chan didn’t walk, you and your family certainly talked to him

You always included him in the conversation and you could tell he was listening

Woojin still didn’t want to be around Chan

Chan would stay out of whatever room Woojin was in. He knew that Woojin was aware of what he was and that he was terrified of him, so he gave him space

Whenever Chan would stray too close to Woojin, he would freeze and stop talking, the hair on the back of his neck raised, and he wouldn’t relax until Chan got farther away from him

You had no clue why he was acting like this

Woojin was a grizzly bear hybrid, damn near an apex predator, and he acted like a mouse whenever he saw Chan

A year passed, you’re now 14 and Chan’s 15, and one night, Chan was sitting in the kitchen unable to sleep

That night, sleep happened to be eluding you as well so you decided to join him

That night was the first time you ever heard Chan talk

And it was about his family

He told you every single thing he ever knew about his parents and his siblings. About the way they were raised and how funny Hannah was and how much he liked looking at the stars with his mom

When your parents came down for work, Chan was still talking

They didn’t go to work that day and you didn’t go to school

You all sat with Chan and listen to him talk about his life

He didn’t mention anything about what he was, that was a bit too much for him

And he didn’t mention anything about what happened to his family, but judging from how much he loved them and the fact that they weren’t with him now, you all knew something terrible happened to them

That conversation was exactly what Chan needed

It felt so good to talk about his family, to tell someone about them

And even though that didn’t take away his survivor’s guilt at all, he felt a lot better

And he was talking now, he didn’t cry as much, and he slept more :)

He was slowly, very slowly, going through some kind of recovery

Chan is very thankful to you and your family for saving him

And even to Woojin, because even though he thinks Woojin hates him, he knows that Woojin was the one who saved him and brought him there in the first place

Because of this Chan grew quite overprotective of all of you

He always cooked, made you healthy but still somehow delicious food, helped where he could with your homework, did chores, made you and your parents packed lunches with cute notes in them, even throwing extra snacks in yours and telling you to give it to Woojin who would always blush when you gave them to him

Even though he’d been so cold at the beginning, he was so loving and thoughtful, and sweet that even Woojin was finding it hard to be scared around him anymore

He still didn’t let Chan too close and he was still observably wary of him, but they could at least be in the same room and carry a conversation now

wow, we stan character development

Chan eventually enrolls in school with you and Woojin

Your parents are some chaotic good, law-breaking ass activists, and managed to secure some fake records and papers and stuff for Chan

You, looking at the very convincing documents: “Uh, how did you guys get this?”

One of your parents says, “Email” while the other simultaneously says, “Triangle” and then they both start glaring at each other

The other kids at school are kind of scared of Chan at first tbh

In multiple videos of SKZ, some of the members say other trainees were scared of him and he didn’t talk to people and I find that so hard to believe but yet at the same time.....i can totally see it

He has an expressionless face and just stalks around the halls in his all-black but at the same time he’s intimidatingly gorgeous, not to mention he glares at anyone that he thinks is mistreating you and Woojin and he’s serious af about his schoolwork

But he’s also really sweet and kind and helps people with homework, helps people talk to their crushes, and beats up bullies

He becomes pretty popular very quickly

He joins the swim team and is a fucking beast, bringing home medal after medal

He gets high grades in AP classes and tutors a bunch of people and all the teacher’s love him and he’d kind of surprised because wow he’s happy and life is going good

Woojin is already pretty popular cause he’s hot af and has blessed the school choir with his godly voice

And you’re best friends with him and now also best friends with the hot new swim team captain and everyone’s like WHAT IS THEIR SECRET

You have a shit ton of girls constantly coming @ u asking how to confess to Woojin and you’re like??? as if i have a fucking clue cause i like them too bitch tf

But THATS FOR ANOTHER HEADCANON (these are so long that I’m going to make a separate headcanon for all of the members that’s about dating hybrid SKZ, so we’re not going over that right now, this is just about them as general hybrids)

Another year goes past, you’re 15 and Chan’s 16 and Woojin is pretty comfy with Chan by this point

This is also when you and Woojin are just now learning of Chan’s birthday

“WHAT THE HELL CHRIS? WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCKING SAY SOMETHING?!”

“I don’t know, I guess I just forgot.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT, WHAT THE F U C K!”

Unfortunately, his bday has already passed but you, Woojin, your parents, and Chan’s parents all decide to throw him a bday party anyway

So Chan gets home after swim practice one day, and he’s v pouty and salty about the fact that you and Woojin didn’t wait for him to walk him home

But then he walks in and sees all the party decorations and food and cake and you’re all standing there smiling at him, all so loving and caring that he can’t stop himself

“I’m a direwolf hybrid”

For a few seconds, Chan doesn’t even process what he’s said

It’s silent immediately

You and Woojin’s parents have their jaws dropped and you’re confused as hell

Woojin just looks really really sad

And Chan doesn’t know what do to

He loves all of you, you’re like his family. He already lost one, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to take losing another one

He doesn’t want you to be afraid of him, doesn’t want you to turn him in, or kick him out

But he doesn’t want to leave you either

He knows that your parents and Woojin’s are hybrid rights activists and instilled those values into you and Woojin but he feels that that’s different

Chan doesn’t have a cute little tail or ears on his head. And, unlike most hybrids, he can full-on change into the animal he’s mixed with. He’s more like a werewolf, an ancient monster, than a hybrid like Woojin

And Chan doesn’t know what else to do so he runs

He sprints out of the door at a speed that you’ve never seen before

And even though you’d previously thought direwolves and their subsequent hybrids were just a fairy tale monster to scare kids, you instantly believe him

You also don’t give two single shits

Because you love Chan, you care about him and he’s your best friend. You know how good of a person he is and yeah, you’ve heard about how dangerous direwolves are but you trust Chan and you know he would never hurt you

You all go out and look for him but you know it’s pretty much a lost cause. The city is big and Chan was raised to be able to hide and survive if you wanted, you guys don’t have a chance of finding him if he doesn’t want you to

You just have to trust that he’ll come back

You guys don’t see a trace of Chan for two days

During this time, Woojin reveals that this was something he knew from the moment he saved Chan. He could smell it in his scent, very similar to a wolf hybrid’s but with a trace of something else a lot more powerful. It was the reason he was so terrified and mistrusting of him

He feels really guilty about how he treated Chan at first, feeling like it was his fault that Chan was convinced you’d all hate him now

Because he knows Chan’s aware that he knew and he thinks he’s the one that scared him so much about revealing that

Even though you’re, admittedly, a little miffed at him, you understand and you can see how much he’s beating himself about it now

You both especially start freaking out when you connect the dots and realize that that's what must have happened to Chan’s family. They were hunted and he blames himself

When Chan finally comes back, he’s surprised to get tackled in hugs, you’re all crying and talking about how worried you were about him and how you thought you’d never see him again

And he sees that you all still love him and this doesn’t really change anything

Chan didn’t think he missed his wolf form that much until you all take a trip out to the woods one day and he can finally shift again

he’s entirely too massive to be going into his wolf form in the house

and you and Woojin are just amused as shit watching this absolutely massive apex predator frolicking around in the grass, chasing you all and nipping at your heels, laying around with his tongue hanging out of his mouth

And you two are like wow we would really die for this thing

But it’s ok cause Chan would die for yall too

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#amalgam #hybrid au #kpop #fluff #smut #stray kids #chan #stray kids fluff #stray kids hybrid au #stray kids headcanons #kpop fluff #chan fluff #chan smut

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secret-engima · 4 years

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You mentioned an x-over with au and my mind automatically went ‘aeon meeting Nox and Ardyn’

Okay for THIS one I’m gonna be weird and try a fusion. Probably a bad one but HERE WE GO (note that this takes place during the early chapters of your fic? Just cause that’s what the muses wanted).

-Aeon gets thrown to Gilgamesh by a non-time-traveled Ardyn, and he still gets brutally trained by Gilgamesh but because this is a fusion and I’m feeling sappy, we’ll say the time-travel for Ardyn and Nox happened RIGHT after Aeon got thrown into the Tempering Grounds.

-It still takes Ardyn about eight months to finish sorting through the memories of this parallel dimension fused self and go OH SNAP and tear off for the Tempering Grounds with Nox on his heels.

-Aeon is in the middle of scraping what food he can from the scraggly garden when he feels the ground shake. Feels … something roll over his skin like fury and storms and ANGER and blood and hears his (tormentor) mentor howl in hatred that turns … pained?

-Aeon grabs his sword and runs to investigate. A part of him thinks to just take the chance and run, but he doesn’t think he’ll make it that far and if there is a greater threat about to come for him, he wants a chance to watch and see its weaknesses.

-Aeon is NOT expecting to see Ardyn. Ardyn wreathed in blood red flames, Ardyn with an entire armory of blades spinning around him as he tears Gilgamesh limb from limb with a tightlipped expression that Aeon thinks must be the fury he can taste in the air. Aeon decides that, as fascinating as it is to see Gilgamesh and Ardyn screaming at each other and tearing each other apart, this is a prime chance to run. So he does.

-He draws his sword and nearly beheads the person following him a second later. The sword is blocked effortlessly and blood red eyes drill into him with some emotion Aeon doesn’t care about, “Easy,” scoffs the black haired boy who must be his age, something world-weary and dark in his features that reminds Aeon of looking in a mirror, “I know a shortcut out.”

-“I don’t trust you.”

-A curl of lips, dark and feral, “You’d rather deal with all the monsters THAT,” a thumb over his shoulder at the screaming fight, “will stir up?”

-Aeon scowls as the boy slips by him, unafraid of exposing his back to Aeon just like Gilgamesh was unafraid.

-Aeon follows him out.

-He doesn’t know how long its been since he saw sunlight, just that it was too long, and for a moment Aeon has to stop and bask in it despite everything going on. The boy waits a wary distance away, watching the entrance to the Tempering Grounds and not flinching when the earth shakes. Aeon looks around and spots a campfire smoldering and something smells … good. The boy sees his look and says, “I cooked some fresh Behemoth sirloin. Figured you’d be hungry for something that didn’t come out of the ground.”

-Aeon eyes the boy warily, and for a moment considers questioning him as to why he is here, why he came, why ARDYN came and can apparently wield magic.

-Then he decides that it can wait until he’s eaten. The boy keeps watch on the entrance while Aeon eats, and Aeon is just finishing his first non-vegetable meal in months when Ardyn comes out, blood on his clothes but no wounds on his person, a dark look in his eyes that raises every hair on Aeon’s body. “There you are,” murmurs Ardyn and something in his eyes looks … off, “I feared you had died.”

-Aeon bristles, “You’re the one who threw me in there.”

-Ardyn looks away, studying the horizon line, “A grievous sin I have now rectified. There are supplies in the pack to your left, take them. Consider them a present for surviving Gilgamesh.” And Aeon wants to stab the man, wants to throw the bag at Ardyn’s head, but between one blink and the next the man is gone, vanishing into the shadows of the trees.

-The black-haired boy, who’s eyes are now blue rather than red, does not leave. He stays, and when Aeon breaks camp and leaves, he follows behind.

-Aeon snarls at him, hand on his mother’s sword hilt, “What do you want?”

-The boy blinks at him, “My name is Nox.”

-Aeon bares his teeth, his father’s fangs showing, “That’s not what I asked.”

-Another blink and thoughtful stare at the sky and then a slow, “Well. I suppose I want a friend.”

-And its the dumbest lie Aeon has ever heard, to the point where all Aeon can do is walk away in disgust.

-Nox follows him.

-It becomes a theme. Nox occasionally disappears, but never for more than a few days, then he always pops up again, falling into step in Aeon’s peripheral vision, just out of range of attack, content with the silence no matter how much Aeon tries to make him go away. Aeon thinks maybe Nox will leave once Aeon makes it to an outpost. He doesn’t.

-They end up taking Hunts together, only because Aeon can’t make him GO AWAY.

-Eventually he stops trying. Either Nox will get bored and leave or he won’t, and until then Nox follows him around, hunting extra food or helping to bring down monsters for the gil (not that Aeon NEEDS the help, but Nox listens to every demand except the one to GO AWAY)

-And so it continues for like- ten months. And eventually Aeon stops trying to make Nox go away or ignoring Nox when he finally breaks the silence between them to say something. Nox is just … always there. A constant fixture that does nothing to sway Aeon one way or another, or use him, or anything that makes SENSE.

-Sometimes he thinks about what Nox said all those months ago. About wanting a friend.

-Aeon doesn’t quite know when he started to think it just might be true. Not because it makes sense, but because nothing about Nox makes sense (he is Ardyn’s nephew, he claims, but he is so clearly an illegitimate Lucis Caelum even without the open use of magic around Aeon it’s a wonder no one else can tell) and if anyone would hang around Aeon just for … “friendship” rather than to use him as a weapon, it would be Nox. Stubborn, stupid, quiet Nox who sometimes acts just like Aeon and other times acts like someone else altogether (he’s messed up in the head, Aeon is certain, he’s seen the days Nox goes Quiet for reasons beyond Aeon refusing to have a conversation, the days Nox operates on instinct more than conscious thought).

-Aeon ignores the feeling in his chest the first time he grudgingly offers a hand to help Nox out of the dirt after a mistimed warp and Nox smiles at him with something like joy in his face. It makes no sense. But most of Nox doesn’t. So Aeon ignores it like everything else and they resume the hunt.

-Aeon doesn’t register the importance of their similar ages until well after he’s turned fifteen and a month or so after Nox mentions that he’s done the same. It really shouldn’t surprise him that they both present at the same time, when they both operate on the same routine and all, but somehow it does.

-It’s only sheer spite that keeps the two of them going to finish the hunt and not just lie down and drown in their combined emotions going EVERYWHERE, and he takes almost morbid amusement in the realization that Nox has no clue what is happening. Aeon has no patience to explain it beyond “keep fighting and we’ll deal later”.

-The two stagger back to an outpost and book a hotel room and somehow end up passing out in the same bed and for once Aeon is too freaking tired to care that Nox is within touching distance. It’s not like Nox is going to try anything, especially not when he’s just as miserable as Aeon.

-Later, after showers and joint miserable looks, they are approached by an Alpha Guide, who teaches them how to shield themselves. The Alpha Guide also gives Nox a crash course on basic biology that even Aeon knew, but apparently Nox did not as he hadn’t even known what it meant to be an Alpha Guide like Dave the Hunter.

-After they move on, Nox takes to occasionally reaching out with his emotions and mentally brushing against Aeon in affection-recognition-greeting before pulling back. Somehow, Aeon finds himself letting the slightest flickers of annoyance-greeting-affection slip out in return. Nox has grown on him, and even if the rest of the world is untrustworthy … Nox is too strange and dumb to use him as a weapon.

-And things go back to being routine. Him and Nox and occasionally Ardyn, who drops in with more supplies and news for Nox and a spar for Aeon after Aeon insists on learning how to combat the kind of red magic Ardyn uses.

-Then they overhear Niflheim Soldiers talking about their successful kidnapping of the Prince of Lucis and Nox growls, low and feral and for the first time since that day in the Tempering Grounds, Aeon can taste Rage on his tongue.

-Well. He supposes they’re off to rescue a princeling then.

(Gonna leave it here, hope you don’t mind this … basically AU drabble of your fanfic? But I wanted to try a fusion and then Nox was like “imma befriend Aeon before he ever gets revealed as Cor’s son” and so here we are.

Also they rescue Noctis and Noctis insta-recognizes Nox as a Relative and Nox panics and Aeon thinks he’s being Dumb but they walk Noctis to Hammerhead and Aeon gets shot and Nox goes BALLISTIC over it so whoops now they’re both revealed and Regis gets to join Cor on the “my son I didn’t know I had is Feral and Abused AAAAAA” boat).

#SE asks #sparklecryptid asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Nox verse #corling au #xover #sparklecryptid #other people's ocs #other people's fanfics

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philocake · 5 years

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CANON FACTS ABOUT DREAMTALE

simply because some people have been pissing me off a little over our wide Internet, I’ve decided to post stuff that is 100% canon about Dreamtale, a beautiful AU which unfortunately not many people know well enough, and for that they think it’s worthless, garbage and/or a blatant plagiarism. so, since most of this info is unknown to many of those who know about this AU, I’m here to open your eyes and relieve you of your stress!

this is just a long, helpful, awfully necessary summary, because all the posts spitting false information about Dreamtale make my blood boil even if it’s not even my AU. here you’ll find stuff you might already know, but it ranges from the basics to “secret” facts only certain people have had access to thus far (aka spanish speakers who know joku has a youtube channel)

remember, all of this is canon unless stated otherwise, no theories included (speculations with enough proof are still valid). thank me later.

* (joku, si por alguna razón estás leyendo esto y no lo quieres aquí por lo que sea, yo lo quitaré. pero no quiero que la gente siga hablando de esta forma tan pésima sobre tu AU y algunos merecen saber más de lo que tienen a su alcance.)

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General facts:

- Within the concept of the AU, there are 3 vital trees that keep the balance of the universe: Life, Magic and Feelings, all protected by extremely powerful guardians (Quetzalcoatl, Lanny and Nim respectively). Each tree is in a hidden world; nobody must know where they are in order to keep them safe, though some people have found them, both good and bad intentioned. Because of this, Dreamtale occurs in a world completely unrelated to any place from the original Undertale, since it’s the occult world where the Tree of Feelings resides. This AU, by consequence, breaks the 4th wall several times.

- Dream and Nightmare were created after their subsequent mother was attacked by a human wielding a weapon, a dagger, powerful enough to wound a guardian in an attempt to obtain one of the golden apples. It’s possible this human was one of Quetzalcoatl’s creations, since at the time of the attack there was no life near the Tree of Feelings, and that it might have been deliberate. Dream and Nightmare were originally little fireballs, yellow and purple respectively. Nim was going to give them human bodies to protect their frail forms, but the energy that radiated from the fireballs made them explode as they had very few escape points. They were then given skeleton bodies (based on Swap!Sans), which allowed that energy to flow without trouble - this is why they are not considered Sanses per se. Dream and Nightmare are currently 503 years old (their birthday is the 21st of December).

- The apple incident occurred when Dream and Nightmare were 6 years old, physically, which meant Nightmare went through 6 years of bullying.

- The encouraging voice Nightmare heard before eating the apples was actually the conscience of the man who killed Nim, as he ended up being absorbed by the negative side of the Tree. It hasn't been specified if he had any more direct influence on Nightmare’s corruption, however.

- Dream can’t touch the black apples, and Nightmare can’t touch the golden ones, otherwise they would invert. It’s unknown what would exactly happen if Dream touched the black apples, and it will remain unknown in canon as he would never do such a thing. It’s also unknown what would happen if both twins touched a single apple at the same time.

- Dream and Nightmare were not true guardians, only replacements. They had to learn how to unleash their true powers on their own.

- At some unknown point, Dream met Ink, who in this instance made him believe he was a kind-hearted protector just like him. Dream thought Ink was hiding his emotions for some reason, until one day he saw him not doing anything to help when some people were in trouble. This caused a heavy argument between them that almost ended in a fight. That was when Dream realized they had immensely different mindsets, given that Ink didn’t care about people’s wellbeing, and felt like he had been lied to. He doesn’t trust Ink anymore after this, even though he’s unable to hate people.

- The villagers that lived in the world of Dreamtale were overcome by negative energy over the years, and turned into zombie-like, depressed beings that will attack and kill anything they see.

Story depth:

Despite his exterior, Dream actually felt overwhelmed about helping people back in the village, but just like Nightmare, he kept it a secret from everyone. He knew everyone counted on him, but he didn’t really count on anyone, and sometimes, after helping people, he snapped and went off to cry somewhere far away from the village so that no one would realize he was internally suffering.

At some yet unknown point before the apple incident, Dream met a homeless cat-monster while he was crying and saying to himself that he “couldn’t do this anymore”. The monster overheard him, but when asked why he was crying, Dream never told the truth.

This cat was Neil, a new character introduced into the story as of February 2018. He once had a family, his wife and his son, but they were caught in an intentional fire that burned their home down and in an attempt to save them Neil lost his arm. He tried to attack the people of the village because they knew what was going to happen and never did anything to help, but his behavior got him exiled. Long after that, he got a hold of himself and began building a house on his own, a little closer to the village. That was when he and Dream met.

Neil was not too fond of people, and because of this he did not want Dream to come back there. But Dream kept trying to help him, silently building the house alongside him, and over time, Neil began to enjoy Dream’s company and they became friends. Actual friends, and not just one more person taking advantage of his altruism. After this, Dream set a routine: help Neil during the day, and stay with Nightmare at night, or earlier.

Neil knew Dream had a brother, however he never visited him, or the Tree, or the village in general, as he could not return.

Dream was with Neil when the incident happened. Neil let Dream run off to the village, but followed him after he heard screams. While not being part of it, he came in time to see all the chaos and destruction Nightmare had created seconds before he disappeared. His heart broke when he saw Dream as a stone statue, and even though everyone was gone, he kept coming back there regularly, as if hoping one day he would find his friend alive and well.

Meanwhile, Nightmare built that dark castle he’s known to have and (maybe?) an army of dark Papyri to help him. However, the comic this was first shown in depicted Dream under their custody – this is no longer canon, as Dream was never taken there and was instead left in the village.

Later on, Lanny, the guardian of the Tree of Magic, traveled over to where Dream was. Being overprotective, Neil threatened her to get away from him, but after exchanging some words they made up their minds to get Dream out of there and find a way to help him together. Lanny told Neil that the magic of the Yggdrasil (aka the Tree of Magic) could heal Dream, however she was only a materialization and couldn’t do anything outside of her world. Neil decided to take Dream there himself, then.

They set up a plan, but when Neil came back for the statue, it was gone. Earlier on, Nightmare had moved it to a deep fissure in the center of the village where the main town used to be to stop Neil from finding it. When he did, he was ambushed by Nightmare and his ‘ally’, Ccino, a Sans from an AU called Fluffytale.

Before all of this happened, Nightmare had found Ccino being beaten up by some undefined people. He enjoyed this at first, but the memories of the real Nightmare about being bullied made him snap and he killed the assailants. When Ccino thanked him, Nightmare only told him that he didn’t do it for him, he did it for him, his ‘real’ self. After that began a toxic relationship between the two, the only canon pairing in Dreamtale thus far. Ccino felt protected with Nightmare, and because he was someone depressive, Nightmare let him stay close; since he fed on negative feelings, he was like a constant charger for him, and he used that to his advantage. He felt nothing for him, and that was the only reason they were together. It was a deal: if Ccino said he no longer wanted to be with him, Nightmare would most likely kill him.

Both of them attacked Neil as he tried to get Dream away from there, but he still made it to the point where Lanny was waiting for him in order to teleport him to her world without Nightmare following. There, Lanny explained that the magic that had turned Dream to stone didn’t actually come from the Yggdrasil but from extremely powerful hatred, and she was no longer sure the Tree itself could do anything for him. After this, it’s unknown what exactly happens to any of the three, though Neil is known to end up dying and Lanny eventually becomes Dream’s teacher and trainer. He was still stuck in stone for 400+ years, though.

Before or after Dream is set free, Nightmare will try to snatch the fruits from the two remaining trees, actually managing to steal one (from which tree is still unknown).

*Note that, since his creator has left the Undertale fandom, Ccino is no longer in Dreamtale and it's unknown if the parts of the story where he appeared will still be in or if they will be completely reworked.

** There was a comic, probably separate from the ongoing one, that showed Dream finding his brother, just like he used to be, apparently dead. While he mourned him, the little, purple fireball that represented his true form appeared out of nowhere, telling him that he was indeed dead. At some point after that, the corrupted Nightmare attacked Dream, and tore off his cape while he was trying to escape. This is where Dream realized his brother was gone. The cape he wears with his new attire is the same one, except he fixed it up as best as he could.

Endings:

Dreamtale has four endings: good, bad, neutral and true. The upcoming comic revolves around the true ending.

- In the bad ending, Nightmare manages to kill Dream and obtain the last golden apple, making him extremely powerful and filling the world with despair.

- In the neutral ending, Dream manages to kill Nightmare, but saves one last black apple which he then takes back to what’s left of the Tree of Feelings and joins with his own, burying them together like seeds. This ends up killing him, though. The two halves of the apples make the Tree regrow and everything rewind to the day they were born, much like a reset. This ending will keep repeating everything over and over again, and it’s described as the worst one because of it.

- In the true ending, Dream becomes a real guardian after defeating his brother in likely a different way than in the neutral ending. He manages to unleash his full power, this breaking his skeleton body and giving him a more humanoid appearance.

- The good ending is the only one that hasn’t been specified yet.

Character facts:

Dream:

- If Dream had been the bullied one, he would have held on throughout the years. Nightmare, being made of negative feelings, couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed by the hatred, even if he used to be the more brash of the two brothers, but Dream wouldn’t have let it get to him.

- Dream always spent a lot of time with Nightmare, healing him when he was hurt and even breaking the presents people gave him to make new ones for his brother after realizing he never got anything. He really looked up to him.

- Dream is very strong, stronger than his brother before the corruption. He can easily lift boulders and other similarly heavy objects without much strain. Dream’s strength is shown in a comical way in, well, the comic, with him easily lifting a stack of heavy concrete bricks while Neil only carried some hay, prompting him to silently say “f*cking kid…”

- The reason why Dream remained clueless after being freed, depicted as having the mentality of a kid, was because he was deprived of his senses for four centuries, and he was physically 6 when the incident happened. He had no way to learn about the world while he was trapped, until Lanny (most likely) told him everything.

- Once Dream gets his new attire, his weaponry changes with him. His arrows are made of positive feelings, which he takes from those around him (this will directly affect them: if someone is really happy and Dream shoots an arrow thanks to those feelings, said person will go from being joyful to just being neutral – never negative in any way). His bow can also split into two daggers joined by the bowstring, however he only uses this when absolutely necessary.

- He has to constantly hop between timelines to stay away from Nightmare and to keep spreading positivity, as his aura is not strong enough to reach every universe if he stays still.

- He has a deep respect for Error, since he knows that if he doesn’t keep the AUs balanced, everybody would die.

- Dream can heal himself, but it's not an extremely fast process. If a wound takes about 3 hours to heal, it would take Dream about 1. He can also heal other people, but that drains his soul's energy and tires him out.

Nightmare:

- Before the bullying started, Nightmare was the more cocky and proud of the brothers. He has always been the more serious one, and is always interested in learning - both normal and corrupted, each in their own ways for their own purposes. The corrupted Nightmare still likes to read.

- Nightmare doesn’t actually have 999 souls, just one, the first apple he ate. The rest are that black goo that surrounds him, an extremely powerful shield that renders him invulnerable to most things; if he were stabbed with something, his body would absorb it and there would be no damage.

- Despite shown using one in that outdated comic, Nightmare can’t actually use Gaster Blasters of any kind.

- The corrupted Nightmare never lies, only hides the truth. He also takes deals very personally and will not hesitate to kill whoever backs off from them (even if he rarely attacks people physically, mostly as a threat).

- The real Nightmare is still in the mind of the corruption, reminding him of important things such as Dream being his brother and all the psychological damage he went through because of the villagers.

- His aura can affect the entire universe he’s in, and many others that are close enough. He doesn’t need to move much to spread negativity.

- Unlike his brother, Nightmare has no respect whatsoever for Error or for anyone who protects the balance of the multiverse. He doesn’t care if Undertale and its AUs die off, as he knows there are many other worlds out there. He still would rather not have any massive massacres, as it would take away the negative power he can obtain from people.

** Dream and Nightmare are rather complex characters, as there are certain things they cannot do or feel because they are driven by more negative or positive energy than anybody else has. This limits their actions and gives them a certain way to behave, ie Dream’s incapability to hate people, (non-corrupted)Nightmare’s instant lack of self-esteem when put under pressure, Nightmare’s lack of love or empathy, Dream’s urge to save any world no matter what… All of this is caused by the energy they are made of and what the world has taught them.

Neil:

- He’s 36 years old, though he lives throughout most of the 496 years Dream is trapped in stone since Dream gave him something to make him live longer (not specified).

- After losing his home and his family and being exiled from the village due to his hostility, he headed off to live in the mountains. He was hostile to people because they never helped him, which prompted them to gossip and say things like he was the one who started the fire.

- More than a friend, Neil saw Dream as the son he’d lost, very few times calling him by his own name and rather using words like kid, boy, etc. He becomes very protective of him and would gladly give his life to keep him safe.

Nim:

- She’s never been fond of mortal life, seeing everyone as careless, greedy creatures.

- Nim didn’t entirely die until the corrupted Nightmare destroyed the Tree; she lived within it, and could still reappear every once in a while, though as a spirit. Dream and Nightmare were the only ones that could see her in this state.

- She never bothered having a good relationship with Dream and Nightmare and they barely ever knew much about her.

Lanny:

- Being an elf herself, the village that surrounds her Tree is populated only by elves. She doesn’t like monsters around the village, as they take too much of the magic the Yggdrasil emanates, which keeps her and the other elves young and gives them longer lifespans.

- Lanny refers to Nightmare as a monster, since she hates him with all her heart for destroying the Tree of Feelings, killing all the people in the village, endangering Dream and thus the precarious balance of feelings, trying to steal the fruits, and etc. She’s generally angry for many of the things that have happened.

- Her wings are not real wings; she can fly (maybe just hover), but not thanks to them. They are an aesthetic, used to make her look prettier according to her. They are an extension of her magic that she can shape at will.

- Lanny was actually in love with Nim, though she never reciprocated her feelings. She was devastated when she died and placed the blame on Dream and Nightmare, just to have someone to blame. She treats Dream with hate.

Quetzalcoatl:

- His true form consists of two giant snakes, one that controls life and other that controls death. They can fuse together to create the human-ish form he’s usually depicted in.

Fun facts:

- Before eating the apples, Dream and Nightmare could not feel people’s emotions. At the same time, they didn’t radiate any kind of positive or negative energy, since the power emitted by the fireballs was something that couldn’t be perceived.

- Dream could have a very, very slim chance to bring Nightmare back without killing him, but odds are he would be the one to die in the attempt: there is a chance that if he touches his soul, a black apple after all, he would turn it golden. However, it’s not bound to work with so much negativity surrounding him, and his arm could start to melt if he tried such thing.

- Dream and Nightmare cannot control people’s dreams or nightmares. At max, Nightmare can mess with people’s minds using what they fear or hate the most to his advantage, this way creating hallucinations and making them eventually go crazy until they can’t keep holding on, and Dream can make people feel better and safer.

- The 3 guardians are all based on mythological creatures; Nim is something of Greek origin (not specified, likely a dryad), Lanny is an elf, and Quetzalcoatl is based on the Aztec god of the same name. They don’t have their own names; they simply took them from things that interested them, as they can watch every world that surrounds them.

- The apples of the Tree of Life are not edible; they are made out of glowing blue crystal. When people die, their souls travel inside these apples. Then, when they are thrown to the ground, these souls break free and are reborn into different people, in different worlds. Thus, the circle of life.

- The Tree of Magic seems to be the only Tree whose fruits are not apples. They look like pears and are rainbow-colored inside.

- Reaper (not exactly the same Reaper/Death/Sans from the Reapertale we all know) has been rumored to have a role in the AU, eventually. Killer may be in, too.

- Joku created Nightmare before she created Dream, for another AU completely different from Dreamtale (cancelled for a long time now) called Underflesh.

- Dreamtale's concept was partially inspired by two movies, these being The Prince of Egypt and Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland.

(i tried linking to the sources i got most of this stuff from, but that prevents the post from showing up in the tags (thanks tumblr). check the version i posted on deviantart for the links if you want more reliability)

#dreamtale #undertale au #dream sans #nightmare sans #longpost #canon stuff #THIS IS IMPORTANT #i'm so effing done

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I would hug him

Part of the todoroki family

Name: Akari todoroki

Age:16

Quirk: white flames

Hair color: white with faded red

Eye color: blue

Description of quirk: you have white flames, you learned how to use it in different ways, You can last about an hour longer than todoroki when he uses his quirk.

Homelife: If someone were to know who had it worse you or shoto, it would be you. Your quirk was white flames. You were hotter than shots but because he had fire an ice he still continued training. But you had it worse since you lasted longer than Touya or shoto when using your quirk. Enji trained you longer than he did shoto. He was harder on you. Yet your mother’s first instinct was to go to him, completely ignoring you when you were on the floor crying. You didn’t know if it was because she knew Touya was going to come and help you or what all you knew was that you felt like she hated you. Also, you and shoto are supposed to be twins but you guys aren’t really, you guys were both born on the same day but that’s about it.

“Touya’s dead” those words from your father echoed through your head. At that moment you felt your whole world come crashing down. You felt your sibling’s eyes on you but you didn’t care. Tears started rolling down your face as you stood there shocked. Had he really just left you alone to deal with this monster you call a father. But why. Your thoughts were interrupted when fiyumi held something up in front of you. “Touya told me to give this to you on your birthday but I think you need it now.” she had tears in her eyes but she still smiled. You took the hoodie from her looking at it. It was a black hoodie with blue strings. The zipper was broken and it had a small tear on the side of it. “But this is Touya’s favorite,” you said as some tears fell onto the hoodie. You looked inside the hoodie and found a paper. You took it out and read it. “Dear Akari, it’s your big bro. I wanted to give you this, you told me you liked it a while ago, its kinda old but I hope you like it. Love you, happy birthday sis. P.S. try getting rid of that biting your lip habit” was what it said. You could feel more tears falling as you read the paper. You put the note in your pocket and put the hoodie on. It was way too big for you. It was kind of bi on him last time you saw it. The hood covered your eyes not letting you see. Natsuo lifted it up revealing your smiling face. Still teary but smiling. Shoto hugged you, you gratefully returned the hug. After that, you never took it off. Only when you were training or needed to wash it. Your 8-year-old self didn’t know how to at the time so fiyumi took care of it.

By the age of 10, you stopped calling your father, father, and called him enji or endeavor. You had so much hatred towards this man, he didn’t even seem like a man to you he seemed like a monster. You were the only one brave enough to actually fight back as your other siblings just watched. You had become cold to your family. You didn’t talk to shoto like you used to, nor fiyumi nor Natsuo, not even your own mother. All you wanted was your big brother. You all used to call him big bro Touya, he was the oldest but he was shorter than fiyumi and Natsuo. Even then he always protected you guys.

You were 13 when you ran away. You didn’t know why but something was telling you Touya was still alive. You made it your goal to find him. You were going to find him.

By the time you were 14, you were a well-known assassin. You had stopped wanting to be a hero when you were 9 but kept that to yourself. They had announced you dead too after you left. The public knew you as deadline. Your identity was a secret form everybody, the media never got a good picture of you. All they got was a girl with long white hair and that was it. Other than that the pictures were blurry. You had killed a lot of people and you had to admit you felt good. You had two goals now, find your brother, and kill endeavor.

You were 16 right now. You looked up to stain. Every word he spoke was the truth. This world was filled with fake hero’s. One that just wanted money, fame, glory. It made you sick. You kept tabs on your brother. Apparently he was going to UA now. You were watching the news in your apartment when your phone rang. “Hello this deadline speaking what can I help you with” your voice was calm, almost seductive. “We have a job for you,” the man said. “Go on,” you said. “We need you to try and kill endeavor,” the man said, you could almost hear the smirk in his tone. “Is that so,” you said putting out the cigarette you had. “We offer 1 million if you try and he doesn’t die, we give 2 million if he doses die.” the man said. “No, how about 2 million if he doesn’t die and 4 million if he does” you offered. It was silent on the other side. “Deal, we’ll send one of our guys when the jobs done, we need it done by the end of the month,” he said before hanging up. You put your phone down and smiled to yourself. “I guess I have to speed the process up a bit, oh well works for me,” you said to yourself. “Im coming enji” you sai to yourself. You giggled, that giggle turned into a laugh, then a psychotic laugh. You did your research on his whereabouts. Apparently he had a meeting next week with the top pros. You looked at where it was going to held, then you planned out everything.

The next week came by fast. You woke up earlier than usual. You noticed that the white dye was starting to wash out a bit showing the faded red at the end. You shrugged it off and figured you would redye it later. “So the meetings at 12:00 pm,” you thought to yourself as you tied your hair up in a ponytail. Your hair was long, it went down to your knees. You put on your black ripped jeans, with a white shirt. You put Touya’s hoodie on. You had fixed the tear it had, you also did something so the hood wouldn’t fall off if thongs got messy and you had to fight. You put on your white mask that had your villain name on the bottom of it. You looked in the mirror at yourself. Your eyes seemed the brightest under the hood. You had to admit you had lost some of your sanity over the years. But you felt happier away from the place you used to call home. You put the two guns on your belt, put the spear point pocket knife next to one of the guns, and put the normal straight with the other. You didn’t like using your quirk to kill, only if you had to. That would just make it easier for them to identify you. You were skilled with a knife and gun, a lot of other weapons to but these were your favorites. The spear pint was dull, you used it when you wanted them to feel more pain. You used the other when you wanted to make it quirk because it was sharp and you struggled less. When you left your place it was 10:00 am. He was walking to the meeting, apparently, he wanted to meet some fans so you figured he would start walking around 11:00 am and you were right. He was by himself. There were no other pros around right now. When he was walking through an alleyway to get away from the cameras you jumped him. You stabbed his right hand and put a white cloth in his mouth muffling the sound. You quickly did the same on the other hand but of course, he was going to put up a fight. You didn’t have to kill him even though you really wanted to. You had stabbed him 3 times and shot him 2 times. He was still standing though. He couldn’t use his flames from his hands if he did that could cause a lot of permanent damage. You used the normal straight and stabbed him in the back. When he fell on his knees you spoke. “How’s it feel getting stabbed in the back by your own child,” you said with an evil smirk. His eyes widened. He tried speaking but he was to fucked up and muffled. You laughed in front of him before he knocked out. Or died you would find out later. “It feels so good to finally do that after all these years,” you said with a relieved sigh. You heard clapping behind you. You turned around to see the number 3 hero hawks standing there. He got to endeavor and tried to stop the bleeding. “Pathetic,” you said. He sent one of his feathers to get you but you disappeared in the swirl of white fire. He waited for the others to arrive so he could look for you but he never found you. When you returned t your place you were pretty fucked up yourself. Your mask had his blood splattered on it, along with your shirt, the hoodie you could barely tell. You took off your clothes and but them in the washer. You lied down in your bra and jeans watching the news. “Pro hero endeavor stabbed and shot in an alleyway on his way to a meeting. The pro heroes claim it was the assassin villain known as deadline.” the lady continued on. You scoffed. You wrapped your head and your arms in bandages. “Stupid bird” you muttered to yourself. You had gotten into problems with him before, barely escaping. He never really saw you. He had no idea what you looked like all he knew was that you were too fucking good at your job. You were the only villain that ever got away from him.

Dabi’s POV

When I first heard my sister was dead already knew it wasn’t true. They said the same thing for me yet im still here. It wasn’t that hard to figure out deadline was her either. What amazed me but also pissed me off was the fact that she got to endeavor first. But she does have her reasons. I’ve ran into her a few times but she didn’t recognize me at all. Then again that is the point. When shigaraki told me to try and recruit her I felt pity for her. If she did join she would probably die the first week. But that handjob is my boss right now so I dont really have a choice.

Your POV

All I wanted was ramen, not to try and be recruited by the league of villains. Yes, they were a good group but why now. I’m still beaten up and my fucking ankle hurts. Why am I going with this guy. “So tell me again why your boos wanted me to join,” I asked him, He didn’t really give me detail on why before. “I dont know, what I do know is that a small fire like you is gonna get themselves killed within a week” he smirked. “Wow, clearly you dont know me,” I said giving him one of my own.

Authors POV

Dabi actually thought he did, but you had changed from that cute innocent girl from childhood. He just didn’t see it. When he saw you still had the hoodie he gave you he couldn’t help but smile a bit. You were the one person he could never hurt. Villian or not he would never. He had made you that promise back when you were 6. He might have broken a lot of promises but ht one was the only one he count break. “Zip it up,” he said when he noticed you just had your bra on with the hoodie and jeans. “Cant the zippers broken, and even then it’s fucking hot” you wined as you looked up at the sun. Maybe it was just his big brother instincts telling him to say that. “Well, just a warning, we have a crazy girl named toga. She’s a complete psychopath. Our leader is to,” he said trying to remember everybody he could. “Then there twice, he’s pretty chill, there’s this other guy, calls himself spinner. He licked collecting knives and shit” he said bluntly. You just nodded. “What about you what’s your name,” you asked. “Just call me dabi, what’s your name,” he asked. “Just call me deadline,” you said. “So are you dead,” he asked. You knew exactly what he meant by are you dead. “She’s gone, that innocent girl is gone,” you said with a small smile on your face. “So am I,” he said looking down at you. “Damn it you fucking tree, you’re too tall” you wined. “Nah your just to short,” he said patting you on the head. You were probably about 5’2 or 5’1. You forgot all you knew was that this man was too tall for you. He seemed oddly familiar, yes you had met him but you never really met him.

When you guys got to the base you were greeted by a black fog guy. “I see you got her here” he seemed like a gentleman. “Oh yeah that’s kurogiri,” dabi said. “Forgot about him,” he said as he walked to where the other girl was sitting. “So your the one who almost killed endeavor,” a guy with a hand on his face said as he scratched his neck. God, he was disgusting. “Yeah” was all you said. “Zip up your hood,” he said looking away from you. “Oh my god, the zippers fucking broken I can’t” you wined. “Dabi where did you find her,” he asked. “She was on her way to the ramen shop nearby,” he said. Shigaraki sighed. “How old are you,” he asked. “16,” you said bluntly. The girl jumped up. “Yay, im not the only girl here anymore, and shes around my age,” she said excitedly. “Oh great, another minor” shigaraki said. You ignored him. “How old are you toga,” you asked. “17,” she said happily. “Good to know,” you said with a smile. “So tell us about yourself,” spinner said as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. “If you’re trying to look edgy, stop,” you said bluntly. Some of the others just laughed. “Im being serious,” he said. Toga dragged you over to sit with her. “What do you wanna know,” you asked. “What’s your past” toa asked. “Uh, abusive dad. He wanted power more than anything. He had a lot of children just so they could be what he wanted.” you leaned back. “Me and my other brother were twins, both the youngest. I wasn’t close to him though. I was closer to my two older brothers than my twin or my sister. Especially my older brother. He protected me a lot, my mother kina just ignored me. He was there up until I was 8. He “Died,” you said rolling your eyes. “My father didn’t care, he continued training me till I felt like I was going to die. All my brother left was this hoodie. And a note” you said pulling out a piece of paper from the pocket. Dabi couldn’t blive you still had it. “Can we read it?” toga asked. “Sure,” you said handing it to her. She and dabi read it. “Aw, that’s nice,” toga said. “What did you scribble out,” dabi asked. “My name,” you said. “I’ll tell you guys it when I feel I can trust you, but only my first name. Anyways. After he left the torture never ended. I burned myself a lot.” you said lifting up your sleeve to your shoulder. There was a huge burn mark. “My father did this to me after he died, saying it was my fault,” you said as you put it down. “That son of a bitch told her it was her fault,” dabi thought to himself. “He didn’t want to accept the fact that it was his so he pinned it on me. I believed it for the longest time. When I was 9 I stopped wanting to be a hero. When I was 13 I ran away from that place. Leaving everybody behind. Not that I really cared, I know my brothers still alive. Im not that stupid.” you said shooting a glare at dabi. “I mean I’ve met him before, didn’t recognize him the first couple of times but the most recent one I knew it was him,” you said looking away as a smile appeared on your face. You really did figure it out, he wasn’t really surprised though. “What would you do if you saw him again” twice asked. You thought for a second. “First I would punch him for leaving me alone like that, them I would hug him, then punch him again for not taking me with him,” you said. The others just laughed. “Oh really,” dabi said with a smirk. You both got up. “Uh-huh,” you said as a shit-eating grin was plastered no your face. Everybody else was confused. Dabi was fine if they knew you guys were siblings as long as they didn’t know who your family was. Or your names. You both stepped closer to each other. “Do it then?” he said in a challenging voice. He thought your punch wasn’t going to be as strong as it was. When you punched him he doubled over and spit out some blood. “Woops to hard,” you said rubbing the back of your neck. “Wheres my fucking hug,” he said standing up straight. You wrapped your arms around him and he did the same. The league had no words. “Oh my god, this cute” toga said. You both pulled away and turned to her. You just smiled as you punched him again a little less hard though.

#touya #todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi #siblings #family #my hero academia #boku no academia #bnha #mha

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golden-pickaxe · 6 years

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Odal - Part 11

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Viking Times

Word Count: 3683

Warnings: none

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A/N: This went in a completely different direction than I wanted to. Nevertheless, I am happy with the outcome! I finished this at 4am, so excuse weird errors please

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Summary: When you were just a child, you had been adopted by two shieldmaidens, as one of six sisters. Now, all grown up, the lot of you join king Harald to avenge the death of Ragnar in England. A journey, that is going to change the life you’ve known before.

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When you finally arrived at king Ecberts villa, charging at the walls and breaking open the unlocked gates, you found the place completely deserted. No people, no animals, and what it seemed almost no valuables were all that greeted you. Empty houses and courtyards, and silence.

“They must’ve left, after their defeat at Repton.” Asta looked around herself, lowering her tall war hammer to the ground and letting its head rest idly by her feet. She had a fresh scar on her cheek, cutting through one of her many tattoos, slowly healing up.

“A pity.” Hrafna spit on the ground, her weapons still raised, before she followed Halfdan and Harald, who, on the command of Bjorn, went off to scout out the rest of the villa with some of their men, in case the English soldiers had hidden themselves away, preparing for an ambush.

There was an eerie silence around you, none of you quite sure what to expect. The princes were at the front, pacing around impatiently, waiting for your king to return.

Asta, next to you, grimly watched the gates through which Hrafna had disappeared through, her face unreadable.

After a few minutes, which stretched out for an eternity, Harald, Halfdan returned, Hrafna and the other men right behind them.

“It’s empty!” Halfdan ginned, opening his arms wide. “They’ve gone!”

With that cheering broke out among the warriors and shieldmaidens around you, everyone starting to make their way through the gate, and into the depths of the royal villa. You however did not join, stood back, sheathing your sword and your axe, slightly tilting your head.

You did not really like to admit it, but truth to be told, you were more than a bit disappointed.

For the past days you had anticipated this battle, had dreamt of it and of its outcome. You had fantasised about fighting next to Ivar, next to your sisters, bringing defeat to the Christians and victory to your people.

But now? There was nothing, no enemy to defeat, no feast to be prepared for the battle hawks.

“Oh, please do try to contain your excitement, sestra.” Yeva was next to you, a grin on her pretty face. “Someone might think you’re happy.”

“Shut up.” You growled, eyes wandering over the courtyard you were standing in, your jaw clenching slightly.

You spotted Bjorn, who had also not entered the villa yet, and who looked just as annoyed as you, if not more so, by the fact that you had missed king Ecbert and his army. He too seemed to not really feel this victory. Your eyes met for a moment, but you quickly looked away, as you could not hold the intimidating gaze of this bear of a man.

“Idi nakhuy!” you heard Yeva, but ignored her as you clicked your tongue, finally moving forward and joining some of Hrafnkell’s men, who were just about to enter the halls of the grand villa themselves, to loot whatever treasure they could find, and to burn down all the rest of it.

Letting out your frustrations on a shelf with your axe helped to ease the tension inside of you a bit, but with your eyes burning from the smoke, and you not really being in the mood to search for valuables in the dark halls of the villa, you soon left again, breathing in the fresh air outside.

Vandalism did not help, it was not enough.

Angrily, you kicked over a basket filled with kindling, cracking your neck audibly, and letting out a deep breath through your nose, trying to calm down. You did not know where this irrational rage was coming from, but it was very hard to contain it.

“Not happy, I see.” A voice called over to you over the courtyard, and even if it was not particularly loud, you recognised it immediately. With a sigh you turned around to see Ivar, still sitting on his chariot, axe in his hand, and an unreadable expression on his handsome face. His blue eyes watched you like a wolf watched its prey.

Bjorn was standing next to his wagon, also not looking all too happy, and for a moment you were not sure if Ivar had directed his words at you. But as his older brother did not seem to pay much attention to him, seemingly deep in his own, gloomy thoughts, you knew that he had really spoken to you.

“No.” you simply shot back, straightening your tunic and armour, and wiping over your sweating forehead with your hand, before you walked towards the prince.

“You are battle-hungry.” It was not a question, as Ivar rested his chin on his arm, lightly tilting his head.

Despite your anger, you had to laugh at his words, as they were quite familiar to you. Although never said to you, it was exactly what Ragnhild usually said to Hrafna, when she had one of her moments where she completely destroyed one of the trainings dummies, boiling with rage.

“Maybe.” You sighed once again, idly kicking away a small stone at your feet. “I just feel like a tense bow string.” You then admitted, thoughtlessly sitting down on the back of Ivar’s chariot.

In contrary to what you expected, however, he did not complain, or tell you to stand up immediately. He even turned around a bit to see you better, an amused smile on his face.

“There are other ways than fighting to ease this tension, you know?” he said, the smirk on his lips intensifying.

You looked up at his self-sufficient face, raising one of your eyebrows and thinking of something to answer to that, but before you could say anything, there was a slight turmoil at the villa gates, catching your attention. Ivar turned back towards it, just as his brother, and you got up to see better, moving a bit away from the chariot as Bjorn’s broad shoulders were in your line of sight.

There, coming through the gates towards the princes and looking completely wasted, angry and tired was a man, completely dressed in white, with white hair and a white beard. You did not know who this was, but a quick glance at Ivar’s face and the change of expression in it, told you that this was no simple man.

It went from amused and smug, to shock, to pure, unfiltered hatred.

“This is king Ecbert!” Bjorn’s loud voice announced to the many men and women around him, causing your eyes to go wide in shock.

This.. this was king Ecbert? The great, mighty king Ecbert who had slaughtered your people and sent Ragnar to his death, the king you had heard so many stories about? This short, old man in a white dress was supposed to be the great king of Wessex and Mercia?

Bjorn ordered to spare him, towering before him, but still the king seemed not to be afraid of him, rather looking as if he had just seen an old friend. Ecbert was then put into chains, and brought back into the villa, with Bjorn following suit. Ivar also climbed off his chariot, causing you to step back a bit more as he dropped himself onto the ground, not meeting your eyes as he started to crawl over the muddy courtyard towards the gates.

For you, it was easy to forget about his crippled legs, when he sat so high and proud in his carriage, looking so powerful, fierce and brave.

Somehow, though, in your mind you figured that it did not make him any less of a man. Quite in contrary, most people who were born like him died as children, mostly not even surviving their first year. He, however, was strong and fearsome, despite his legs, war cunning and smart, and showed you that he was someone worth following.

“Y/N!” you heard a familiar voice calling your name, and looking away from the gates of the villa where Ivar had just disappeared through, you spotted Hrafna, sitting on a wooden tribune in the centre of the courtyard, together with Halfdan.

Thinking of it, you had never really talked with the man, and could not stop yourself from being curious about him. He ought to be special, if he was able to steal your sister’s heart away.

Hoping that it would take your occupied mind off things, you made your way over to them, sitting down next to the red head, who handed you her waterskin. You took a drink, noticing that it was ale, not water inside of it, before handing it back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Halfdan, this is my sister, Y/N.” Hrafna introduced you, causing the king’s brother to smile at you, before he frowned a bit.

“You were walking with Ivar’s wagon, were you not?” he asked, the smile broadening on his face.

“Yes, I was. Or still am, however you see it.” You shrugged. “It does not feel to me as if this is the end of it already.”

“As much as I understand your lust for battle, we have their king. I think it is over.” Halfdan short Hrafna a short look you could not interpret. “After this, Ragnar is avenged.”

“That may be so, but now England is open for the taking.” You pointed out, mustering the king’s brother.

“Not only England.” Halfdan chuckled.

You were not sure what he meant by that, so you only shrugged. You did not really feel like arguing about it. Even if he seemed set on it, probably planning to overthrow Kattegat with his brother to finally make him king of all Norway, for you, it was different. The thought that somewhere out there the rest of the king’s army was still hiding, together with their leader, made your heart giddy. It had not been Ecbert, who had commanded his forces, and whoever it was who had gone to battle against you, was still alive.

You stayed and talked with Halfdan and Hrafna for a while, now understanding why your sister was so obsessed with him, as they shared a passion for fighting and seeing new and exciting places. Halfdan talked about what he had seen in Spain, where they had been raiding when Ragnar was killed. It fascinated you, of course, but still you could not imagine a place like it.

Most of the day went by like this, and you departed from your sister and her lover to help the rest of the army to set up camp in and around the villa, not seeing the princes who were probably discussing Ecbert’s fate. You watched Floki bury his wife, unsure how she died, your heart breaking as you heard his cries carried to you by the wind. His sadness dampened your mood even more, and with the coming evening you felt strangely empty.

You were not really in the mood to talk with your sisters either, had insulted Yeva who had tried her best to put a smile on your face, which had ended up in her cursing you in her mother tongue and leaving you alone.

So it came that you were sitting on a low bench in the light of the setting sun, carving runes into a wooden pillar with your dagger, the words of a poem that you had memorised as a child.

Your position was not by chance, but strategically placed close to Ivar’s chariot, where the prince was currently sitting, polishing his helmet. The five of them had returned from the insides of the villa, all of them looking deep in thought, and none of them covered in blood, so you assumed that the English king was still alive.

You were not certain what it was about him, that seemed to occupy your mind so much. You were fascinated, yes, and his beautiful face was very nice to look at, you could not deny that.

For some reason, you deeply craved his attention, the feeling of his deep, blue eyes on you almost addictive.

With a frustrated sigh you buried your dagger in the old wood next to your carved runes, your eyes wandering once again over to Ivar, just as Bjorn approached him.

“Not that I need to ask, but what is your opinion?” the man asked, blinking against the light of the setting sun.

Bjorn truly did his name honour, the giant man covered by a massive fur cloak, which made him look even more like a dangerous animal. You had heard stories about him, that he had spent a whole winter alone in a remote hut, killing a bear with his bare hands, and gutting a berserker who had been sent to kill him.

He towered over most of the other men in the army, his loud voice and grim stare incredibly intimidating. As the son of a famous shieldmaiden, and king Ragnar himself, he was truly a sight to be feared.

Ivar, however, never seemed to be very impressed by him.

“About whether to accept the gift of land from king Ecbert?” Ivar continued to polish his helmet, without even looking up, but his words caught your attention.

Was that why they had talked about it so long, instead of simply killing him like Aella? Was the king bargaining for his life in exchange for a piece of land?

“Yes..” Bjorn’s voice was filled with resignation, as if he already regretted his question. He did not face his brother, his expression rather pained.

“Well..” Ivar started, sounding as if he had waited on nothing else but his brother to ask for his opinion in the matter. “Since you do ask me..” he put away his helmet, his full and undivided attention on the blond one now.

You could not supress an amused smirk, as you leaned forwards to follow their conversation. You really hoped that neither of them would notice, but with Ivar’s back to you, and Bjorn’s attention literally everywhere else but the direction of his youngest brother, you guessed that you were safe.

“My opinion is, that we should take the land. But I have one condition.” Ivar said, causing his brother to look to the ground, as if he already knew what the other one was going to say. Boneless leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Bjorn. “That Ecbert dies. And that I blood-eagle him.”

Bjorn looked up at Ivar, as the younger one leaned back, almost casually so, tilting his head to the side. You could not see his face from your position, but you bet he looked very smug right now.

“Otherwise, there is no deal.” He added, his tone of voice confirming your suspicion.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, your heart jumping in your chest with excitement. You had heard that it had been the oldest Ragnarsson who had blood-eagled king Aella, who had teared his body open and pulled his lunges out, a practice you had never seen in person, only heard about. The image of this brute of a man, tearing open Aella’s ribcage with his bare hands made you swallow, but you could not hold back the thought that maybe, with you being closer to Ivar now, you could watch when he did it to Ecbert.

“You wouldn’t be able to stand up long enough to blood-eagle him.” Bjorn’s words were neutral, but his eyes were cautious, as if he expected and outburst of anger from the other one. You did not miss the slightly mocking undertone of his words, curious how Boneless would react.

“I imagine me sitting.” Ivar simply said, not even raising his voice.

Bjorn did not answer him, just averted his gaze from his brother once more, before he started to walk away. Ivar turned his head, his blue eyes following his older brother, the expression on his face hard to read from your position.

You pulled your knife out of the wooden beam beside you, and got up, slowly walking over to Ivar on his chariot. He noticed you approaching him out of the corner of his eye, his face turning to you and a smile appearing on his lips.

“Still battle-hungry, Y/N?” he asked, watching you as you rounded his wagon. You idly spinned your dagger in your hand, biting your lower lip for a moment.

His eyes were fixed on your mouth as you did, and so your words took him a bit by surprise.

“If you blood-eagle the king, can I watch?” you asked, tilting your head at him.

Ivar seemed to be taken aback by your request for a moment, his eyes tearing away from your lips, but his smile only intensified. He shrugged, licking his lower lip.

“If you want to, you are welcome to.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back, your eyes meeting his for a moment too long.

The image of the serpent under the tree came up in your mind again, overlaying Ivar’s face, and you had to look away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. Your heart was beating in your chest, and your breath hitched in your throat.

“I have to talk to my sister.” You heard yourself say, before you quickly turned and left, not trusting yourself to look at him again.

You hurried through the campsite, finally finding Gudrun sitting with some other shieldmaidens, trading stories. As soon as she saw your expression, she got up, saying goodbye to the others and pulling you to the side, where she sat down on the grass with you, just outside the walls of the villa.

“You look as if you’ve just seen a draugr, Y/N. What happened?” she asked, her soothing hands on your shoulder.

You took a few, deep breaths, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Do you.. do you remember the dream I told you about? The dream that I had before we departed Vestfold?” you asked, looking from one of her eyes to the other.

Her freckled face grew paler, and she swallowed, seemingly thinking if she should just deny it. Finally though, she nodded.

“The snake, the ravens and the tree, I remember.”

“It was Nidhogg, wasn’t it?” it was not really a question. The suspicion had haunted you for weeks now, and you needed confirmation or denial. “Coming forth from the roots of Yggdrasil.”

Gudrun averted her brown eyes, chewing her lower lip and keeping silent for a while. Her face, her expression, was all the confirmation you needed.

“That is what I thought too.” She finally admitted. “But I did not tell you.. as you said that the serpents grip was comforting to you.”

“But what does it mean?” your voice was desperate. You were desperate.

Dreams, especially dreams like this, were not to ignore. Sometimes the gods sent you hints, small images of what was to come, what fate had in store for you, and with this specific image appearing to you again and again.. it haunted you.

“I am not sure, Y/N.” Gudrun looked up at you once more. “But why do you ask me now, after all this time? Have you dreamt about it again?” her voice was filled with worry.

“No.. no I haven’t.” you swallowed, for a moment not sure if you should tell her, looking down at your hands. But she was your sister, after all, and you trusted her with all your heart, trusted her abilities and foresight. She knew the poems, sagas and stories of the gods like no one else you knew, and had always been able to accurately interpret dreams like this. If anyone could tell you what these images mean, it was her.

“Every… every time I look into Ivar’s eyes, I see the serpent again. I see its face in his.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and for a second you thought that Gudrun might have not heard you. Looking back into her face again though, and seeing her expression, you knew that she had understood.

“Nidhogg heralds Ragnarök.“ Gudrun said, her face and voice empty of expression. “From below the dragon dark comes forth, Nidhogg flying from Nithafjoll. The bodies of men on his wings he bears, the serpent bright.”

You knew the poem, had heard it often throughout your life. It was not comforting to you, hearing her reciting it now, in this context.

“But what does it mean, Gudrun? What does it mean that I see this beast when I look at Ivar?” you shook your head, not knowing what to think, her words ringing in your ear.

You were scared of what she would say now, scared that she would say that this man would bring your doom.

“Are you really sure you want to know?” your sister’s eyes were full of pity now, her arm wrapping itself around your shoulders. “I have noticed how you look at him. And knowing one’s fate never makes one happy, only showing what you cannot change. The norns have set your fate, and it is impossible to escape it.”

“I need to know.” You bit your lower lip, staring down at your muddy boots.

There was heavy silence between the two of you, the sun slowly setting in the west. It would have been beautiful, how the sun tinted the clouds in pink and orange, but you could not find any happiness in it. The camp around you was almost completely set up, the chattering of the warriors and shieldmaidens carried through the air by the slight wind blowing around you, but your gloomy thoughts drowned all of it out.

“Ivar will bring the end of what you know.” Gudrun’s voice was firm, but low. It came to you as if you had wool stuck in your ears. “There will be change, that is inevitable. But just as after Ragnarök, the earth comes back again, green and beautiful, change and rebirth will come, and a new part of your life will begin.” Gudrun hugged you even closer now. “You said that the grip of the serpent was comforting. So maybe this change will not be as hurtful, as it now seems to you.“

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Gregor ValiguraVolkov || Brotherhood || The Tempest

TAKEN | OPEN |

Face-claim: Jon Bernthal Age: 39 Occupation: N/A Nationality/Ethnicity: Russian

PERSONALITY

Enneagram: The Challenger Alignment: Neutral Evil MBTI: ENTP

+ Incorruptable, Principled, Venturesome

- Callous, Caustic, Pugnacious

From a young age, Gregor has always been somewhat of a rebellious, reckless child that enjoyed provoking fights and stirring up trouble. This behaviour reached its peak once he was taken in by the military and trained among his new comrades, topping in what others might call self-destructive tendencies. Along with that, he has always been carrying somewhat of a cynical and bitter attitude towards society and life in general, but paired with a sense of humour — possibly rather bizarre — it made for a person that acted much like a jerk but could be tolerated once you got to know him.His first actual love and later wife was the one to slow Gregor down for a while and heal him from what he has endured. Still, he would not let go of his reckless demeanour completely, but slowly turned into a considerate parent who cared about his wife and son more than his own life. The events of the war and of the aftermath, however, especially with the consequences of the Secret Police trying to recruit him, seemingly destroyed the glimpse of hope and happiness his wife had sown and cherished so carefully.Now, Gregor has turned into somewhat of an irascible person that only ever seems to come to life when in a fight with fists to his nose or stomach. He does not do emotions except for anger, wrath and rage, making his core identity. Underneath it all, however, he never quite let go of his parental instincts and is subconsciously always looking for a family he seeks to protect. Even though he refuses to acknowledge that to himself, this is mostly the reason why he ranked up so quickly in the Brotherhood and makes such a strong commander of support. He subconsciously sees all of his trainees, the people who belong to his syndicate in general, as family and whoever threatens to harm them… well, better think twice if it is worth the trouble.

BIOGRAPHY

Not even born yet, the mention of Gregor only brought up resentment. His father being no less a man than Pyotr Valigura, third Pakhan of the Valigura Bratva, an infamous, old and strong brotherhood, there wasn’t a place in the world for a mistake made by one of Moscow’s most powerful men: a bastard son; a problem originating in a random one-night-stand with a random barista after a random amount of alcohol. So a plan was counted up to clean Pyotr off his mistake before his fellow Valigura could find out. However, as his confidant arrived at the barista’s house to get the job done, nice and quickly, they found it abandoned, the expectant mother having disappeared off the face of the earth, or so it seemed. Her sister-in-law had taken her in while her husband was fighting at the front in the First World War, but knowing that she couldn’t hide from the brotherhood forever, she gave Gregor up for adoption.

The baby boy was taken in by the Volkovs, a family name well-known with his adoptive father a man close to Stalin. His parents never kept it a secret to Gregor that they’d adopted him — even though unaware of his true origins —, but this knowledge didn’t make a change about their family bonds. A few years into his childhood, he was promised to live a comfortable life, enjoying the family’s money and respect. These visions were rapidly shattered, however, when soldiers broke into their home one night, dragging their father away and sending them to Gulag, claiming he’s betrayed the Soviet Union. While Konstantin was eaten up by the shame and hatred for his father, Gregor distanced himself from the latest events.

He wasn’t my father anyway.

However, he couldn’t close his eyes from the truth that the family was left with no money or power, no future for the two boys. His mother, in her despair, sold herself to the men her husband had interacted with, only worsening the life they were forced to lead. Gregor and his younger brother were left to their own demise, somehow had to weave their way through life, until one day they saw the soldiers again.

This time, they were coming for the boys. With tensions rising in Europe and a new war seeming possible only few years after the massive failures in the Russian Empire’s participation in the First World War, the military hungered for new recruits. In memory of the family’s past, the Volkov brothers were to be moulded into perfect little soldiers, cleaning their name under the Soviet flag.

Konstantin had always been more of a reclusive boy who works hard a quiet and stayed out of the trouble for the better part. He had a mission, an aim to achieve: wash himself off of his father’s shame. Gregor, on the other hand, wasn’t driven by anything resembling that honourable motivation. In fact, he didn’t have a clue what to do with his life, was bored to death by everything, and just gasping for a little thrill. He ended up throwing himself head first into conflicts at every chance, more often than not needing his brother to bail him out of the fights again. Early into the training at the military, it was obvious that Gregor didn’t excel at hand-to-hand combat or short ranged weapons. But oh boy, when he first laid hand onto a sniper rifle. Sharpshooting quickly became his speciality. Finally, he was able to define himself over something, distance himself from the others, and so he’d spend hours and hours of practicing until there wasn’t a target he couldn’t hit, no matter the distance, his positioning, its movements or the wind. He also developed quite a fascination for explosives of all sorts — bombs, grenades, mines, missiles — but the rifle would always stay his weapon of choice.

Only two years before the outbreak of the Second World War, Gregor met the love of his life, Ana Matkin. A quick wit embedded into a stunning dark-haired and blue-eyed beauty, she completely threw his world upside-down, and in a head-over-heel decision somewhat mirroring his way of life, they got married and moved in together. By the time, Gregor almost broke contact with his brother. He was finally having it all: a loving wife, an adorable son, a life everyone was striving for. There simply wasn’t a place for Konstantin and the constant reminders of their past.

However, as war broke out, Gregor saw it coming and only waited for the day he and his brother were sent to the front. They fought side by side, had each other’s back, made sure to, one way or another, drag their sibling along and get them to safety. They made quite a team to be reckoned with. Until a mission in Germany went wrong, a trap, perhaps, Gregor doesn’t remember, but they got separated.

Gregor barely made it out alive and back to the camp where he was greeted with a simple “No” to his yet unspoken request. He tried to reason with the officer in charge, screamed at him, shouted, threatened him even, but all he was offered was a trip back to Moscow. Not just once, they told him that Konstantin as probably dead by now and if he wasn’t, God may have mercy on his soul. Gregor refused to let it end this way, and single-handedly slipped back behind enemy lines, only accompanied by a few comrades that couldn’t stand him so much but did it for his brother.

On a mission that should’ve meant certain death for each and every one of the soldiers, they infiltrated the Germans, found out where they were keeping Konstantin and delivered him from captivity. They never talked about what they did to him in those weeks, but he’s never been the same afterwards. Neither was Gregor, though, and when he finally returned to his wife and his son, eight years of age by then, he and Konstantin lost sight of each other and wouldn’t keep up any form on contact in a long while.

Processing the war, Gregor became quieter, calmer, but also more aggressive when provoked. Unable to talk about his emotions and claiming that no one could ever understand him anyway, he bottled up his anger, feeding that swelling hatred inside his stomach over the officer who had let down Konstantin just like that. After all that he’s done for his country. More and more frequently, Gregor would disappear down the basement for a couple hours, punching rough, solid stone walls until his knuckles broke and bled. Now that he’s witnessed it once, he couldn’t make the injustice unseen that loyal Russians like Konstantin and him, who had bled for their country, had to suffer.

Even though he desperately tried to ignore everything politics, the regular reports of how Stalin treated his people, the ones he should actually protect and care for, burnt a mark into Gregor’s heart. Ana was quick to realise the change of mind her husband was going through, trying to silence his rebellious, traitorous remarks about their government, but with no success.

Hardly a year back in Moscow, the secret police, hiding their true identity from him, of course, contacted him with an offer: either join them and go on mission for the Soviet Union in order to stabilise the country and preserve peace, or have them slaughter his wife and his son and all of his beloved ones. If only he knew who he was dealing with, maybe he would have decided differently. But then again, he’s always been somewhat of a bullethead, clinging onto his own principles way too strictly. And perhaps, too, he wanted to dare them to act on their thread.

Well, they did. A couple weeks later after he almost forgot about the strange encounter that had made him laugh for the first time in a long period, Gregor returned home from a run late in the evening and found the remains of his wife spread in their living room; crimson red had soaked into the furniture, covered all of the walls and read a barbaric note on the wall: Save your son.

He’s seen a lot while at the front; comrades carrying their own guts as they stumbled in shock, and others having their skin melting off their faces from the heat of an explosion. It was fair to say he had become inured to horrifying sights, but that scene that was presented to him in his very living room, made him double over and empty his stomach onto the carpeted floor. It was a moment of weakness, bare seconds, but a warrior doesn’t mourn the dead until the war is over. And so he pushed himself onto his feet, went for the sniper rifle he was carefully stowing beneath his bed, and climbed onto his home’s roof. They couldn’t be far, he hoped.

Yet he was surprised when he made out two silhouettes in the dark; a dark figure dressed all in black and his little Tad with his unmistakeable blonde locks being dragged to a car. Having a rough idea just which organisation he was dealing with, Gregor knew what awaited the boy; pain and torture and the fact that he was only nine years old wouldn’t make a difference to his capturers. So he raised the rifle, aimed and felt his finger sliding onto the trigger like it had countless times before. He wasn’t shaking, he wasn’t trembling, he was as calm as he’s trained to be. Gregor exhaled and a shot echoed from Moscow’s walls.

Completely numb, zoned out even, he watched as Tad went down, but much more interesting was the reaction of his capturer. He knelt down, almost as if in despair, hands clenched tightly onto the kid, holding him as he shook, fighting for his last breaths. The man raised his head, staring directly to Gregor’s spot on the roof. And even though he keeps telling himself that his mind must’ve fooled him, Gregor still believes to have seen all too familiar blue orbs reflecting his own pain.

After the events of the night, Gregor ended up where his story had started way back; joining the Bratva for good. He had grown numb to pain and emotions. Only hatred and wrath, bottled up deep inside, kept him going, made him get up the morning. He proved his loyalty and value to the brotherhood not only once or twice, but over and over again until he was promoted to rank 3, training officer. The trainees that had been assigned to work with him, utterly hated every second of it, but he taught them everything he learned from the military, war and his years in the tunnels. If they survived his training, they’d survive anything.

Only a few weeks back, their Pakhan found a special interest in Gregor and shortly after, he was promoted to the position of commander of support. Even though he told him it was the reward for his exemplary qualifications and achievements, Gregor can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to it.

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