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youremyheaven · 2 months

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Punarvasu & Swati: Cosmogony, Reality & Consciousness

Punarvasu and Swati are deeply intertwined nakshatras with very similar patterns and themes. Punarvasu's deity Goddess Aditi embodies infinity and vast primordial space. She is boundless and limitless. Swati's deity Vayu is the ruler of air & wind and connected to the life force or prana (or qi).

Both these nakshatras connect to space, infinity, abundance and are known for being wealth giving nakshatras.

Ruth Handler, the inventor of Barbie had Swati Sun & Mercury along with Ketu in Punarvasu

Margot Robbie who played Barbie has Swati Moon & Punarvasu Rising

I had briefly mentioned this in my Tomie post but Swati & Punarvasu's themes are manifest in Barbie because Barbie is not a person, she is a type of doll, and she can be anyone or anything. Barbie is a whole universe into herself, this is the cosmic abundance and infinitude of Swati & Punarvasu.

My Tomie post also talks about how Tomie is a Punarvasu so do check that out!!

I have always thought that Punarvasu & Swati are related to time travel which makes sense provided the cosmic infinitude embodied in these naks.

Predestination, a time- travel movie starring Ethan Hawke who is Swati Sun (do watch it, its really good))

Bruce Willis has been in several time-travel movies, including 12 Monkeys & Looper. He has Jupiter in Punarvasu atmakaraka

The 1960 movie The Time Machine stars Rod Taylor who has Ketu in Swati.

The Terminator movies starring Arnold Schwarzenegger- Punarvasu stellium (mercury, venus & rising). Arnold like many Punarvasus have been in many sci-fi movies that concern the nature of reality, in fact his own autobiography is called Total Recall (he's been in a movie of the same name and its about what is real and what isn't- peak Punarvasu behaviour I must say)

Planet of the Apes stars Charlton Heston who has Punarvasu Moon, Swati Rising

Frequency stars Dennis Quaid who has Punarvasu Moon & Ketu

The Matrix/ The Lake House/Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure are all time travel movies starring Keanu Reeves who is Punarvasu Moon.

Its interesting to me that many Punarvasus have often spoken about "creating your reality".

Octavia Butler, the writer has Punarvasu Rising (the themes of this nak is vv apparent in her work but I'll perhaps discuss that in a future post) and this^^ is a page from her journal that she wrote in the 1970s wayyy before manifestation was a "thing".

Butler grew up very poor in an era of racial segregation and suffered from dyslexia. She overcame great odds to become one of the best-selling sci-fi novelists of all time.

Miranda Kerr- Punarvasu Moon often talks about the power of our thoughts and has referenced writers like David R Hawkins (who talks about the nature of consciousness) a lot. Here's a quote from her book.

“Start each day by saying to yourself: ‘How amazing it is to be alive! What a wondrous feeling I have inside! I am awake, healthy and full of joy!’ Visualise every cell in your body being filled with vitality, health and love.”- Treasure Yourself

Miranda grew up quite lower middle class on a farm in rural Australia and then went on to become one of the best known models in the world and is now married to a billionaire.

Arnold Schwarzenegger- Punarvasu Rising (and stellium)

If you've read his autobiography or watched his Netflix documentary yk that he talks constantly about the power of the mind, having focus etc

He grew up in a small town in Austria (after WW2) with an abusive father and also suffered from dyslexia. He then went on to become one of the biggest movie stars of all time and was the Governor of California???

Ariana Grande- Mercury in Punarvasu sings about manifestation and law of attraction quite a lot. She was a side character on a Nickelodeon show and 10yrs later she's one of the biggest pop- stars.

Nikola Tesla, Punarvasu Sun & Venus

Tesla discovered automatic current transmission & generation technology which is responsible for modern day wireless connections. He's also super Punarvasu core as a person, he had eidetic memory, apparently did not sleep more than 2 hours per night, was interested in Vedic cosmology & philosophy (he used terms like akasha & prana to describe the relationship between matter & energy). I find this quote by him very interesting, "To me, the universe is simply a great machine which never came into being and never will end". I personally don't believe in the Big Bang theory and I'm inclined to believe that the universe has always existed instead of having come into existence at one point, which imo, is a very anthropocentric idea. Tesla's quote is a reflection of the boundless nature of Aditi, who is the cosmic mother, she embodies creation.

fun fact: Elon Musk who named Tesla after him is Punarvasu Mercury & Rising.

Interestingly enough, several decades before the Big Bang theory gained mainstream acceptance and was studied by scientists, Edgar Allan Poe published a lecture/essay on the matter titled Eureka: A Prose Poem in 1848 (!!!!). He had Swati Rising

Can you believe that he, a man with zero scientific background essentially came up with ideas that would serve as the basis of 20th century scientific discoveries & theories??? That too in 1848???

Analysis of Eureka's scientific content shows congruities with modern cosmology, stemming from Poe's assumption of an evolving Universe and it also contains ideas about the unity of space and time, the mathematical equality of matter and energy, the velocity of light and a rudimentary concept of relativity, black holes (including one at the centre of our Milky Way), a "pulsating" universe that renews itself eternally, and other universes in other dimensions with different laws of nature.

A writer & poet who dropped out of college came up with all that in 1848. Swatis & Punarvasus have the ability to understand complex concepts, systems, and processes intuitively. This is why they are so good at analysis, strategy and planning. They have a futuristic vision because its easy for them to see how current events will affect other things and manifest in the future. Those who don't have these placements will struggle to understand what this is like because most of us aren't endowed with this sort of ability to see the trees and the forest all at once.

Interestingly, the scientist Georges Lemaître who first proposed the "Big Bang theory" of the origin of the universe, calling it the "hypothesis of the primaeval atom", and later calling it "the beginning of the world" is a Punarvasu Sun.

Leonardo da Vinci is known for his foresight and is considered a visionary. He, in the 15th & 16th centuries, pondered upon the possibilities of human flight and left behind diagrams and models of the helicopter, the parachute, the machine gun, the humanoid robot, the revolving bridge, the ideal city and much more. He had Ketu in Punarvasu.

Carl Jung created some of the best-known psychological concepts, including synchronicity, archetypal phenomena, the collective unconscious, the psychological complex, and extraversion and introversion. He had Punarvasu Mercury & Venus and it explains why there was such a heavy emphasis on "darkness" vs "light" in his work (Punarvasu being "the return of the light").

He is the father of Analytical Psychology which seeks to "analyze the relationship between a person's individual consciousness and the deeper common structures which underlie them. Personal experiences both activate archetypes in the mind and give them meaning and substance for the individual. At the same time, archetypes covertly organize human experience and memory, their powerful effects becoming apparent only indirectly and in retrospect. Understanding the power of the collective unconscious can help an individual to navigate through life."

In fact, vedic astrology (Jung did use astrology as well btw) serves as a very interesting way to explore the collective unconscious and the many archetypes that are manifest in individuals possessing them.

I will make a post in the future comparing Freud & Jung and how their different astrological placements contributed to their similar but differing views.

George Orwell, who was a fierce critic of totalitarianism had Swati Rising, if you read his works, you can see how he's able to analyse the effects and consequences of the same, especially 1984 which was sooo ahead of its time in the sense that much of what was written in the book is eerily similar to what's going on in the world right now. The novel examines the role of truth and facts within societies and how they can be manipulated.

Swatis & Punarvasus are super Futuristic, as individuals or visionaries as well as in their art & work. They dominate in the surreal/scifi genre.

Robin Williams- Swati Rising stars as an android in Bicentennial Man which is a movie about a robot who learns how to be human. Transcending humanity is a big theme in the works of Swati natives.

On this note, I have noticed several Swati & Punarvasu natives star in movies featuring/about cloning 👀 This does not surprise me as I had already mentioned this in my Tomie post but it is fascinating how Swati & Punarvasu's ability to be many many versions of themselves is made manifest in this trope of clones.

I have to mention how both Rahu & Jupiter have a very boundless, obese energy that is hard to contain. This can be manifest negatively because its very easy for energy of this proportion to be misused and misdirected but when they're harnessed positively, these individuals are capable of envisioning change that have few/no other parallels.

Moon (2009) is a movie that features the main character and his clones. Sam Rockwell, Swati Sun plays the main character.

Tom Cruise, Punarvasu moon (acc to Claire Nakti) stars in Oblivion and plays a clone of himself. One version of him is good, his "clone" is evil. The battle between good & evil within oneself is a VERY Jupiterian trope (and I shall make a post solely about that in the near future).

Multiplicity is a 90s scifi-comedy about a guy who clones himself so that he can do all the things he wants to do. Michael Keaton who plays the protagonist has Swati Moon

The Sixth Day is a movie starring Arnold Schwarzenegger (Punarvasu stellium) and it is about cloning. The title is a reference to the Abrahamic Genesis concept of how God created mankind on the sixth day.

This in itself is very interesting because Punarvasu is the 7th nakshatra and in the Bible, it is said "And on the seventh day God finished the work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work that he had done. So God blessed the seventh day and made it holy because on it God rested from all the work that he had done in creation."

7 is a number that has profound spiritual meaning and is present in many religions as a figure of significance. From this verse taken from the Book of Genesis, it is interesting to note that ""7" is the culmination of creation. It is the day on which God rested because he had already created. It is not nothingness, it is the day on which everything already existed. This is a significant Punarvasu theme.

Replicas stars Keanu Reeves (Punarvasu Moon) as a neuroscientist who tries to revive his deceased family members by cloning them.

Its interesting how in these films, natives appear either as a clone or as the ones who do the cloning, furthermore connecting it back to Punarvasu's creation trope.

Harrison Ford, Punarvasu sun & moon stars as in and as the Blade Runner (1982) where he must "pursue and terminate four replicants who stole a ship in space and have returned to Earth to find their creator."

David Cronenberg is a director best known for making really weird, surreal, futuristic movies that heavily feature themes related to the nature of reality, consciousness etc

He is a Punarvasu Moon & Jupiter

Gakuryu Ishii, Punarvasu Moon is another filmmaker who makes movies that heavily centre around truth, reality, consciousness, the future etc.

I recommend his movie Mirrored Mind which heavily deals with identity, consciousness etc (its vaguely reminiscent of Perfect Blue)

Robert de Niro Punarvasu Rising, stars in the movie Awakenings (based on a true story) as a catatonic patient who has an "awakening" before tragically going back into catatonia, Robin Williams, Swati Rising stars as the doctor who administers a drug that induces this awakening.

In Vedic philosophy, there are 3 gunas, Rajas, Tamas & Sattva.

Tamas is a state of darkness, inertia, inactivity,

Rajas is a state of energy, action, change, and movement.

Sattva is a state of harmony, balance, joy, and intelligence.

Punarvasu belongs to the Rajas guna whereas Swati belongs to Tamas guna.

Tamas can be described as a state of statis or stagnation as there is no transformation and thus no change. Punarvasu natives are prone to passivity and it is only when they face their own destructive shadow, do they emerge out of passivity to their natural state of Rajas. In this movie, Deniro's experience where he emerges from his catatonia with a desire for freedom and to live life to the fullest before eventually accepting the fact that his condition cannot be remedied inspires the Doctor played by Robin Williams to emerge out of his own shell and live life more fully.

Punarvasus are often restricted by situations beyond their control yet they are possessed by a yearning to live life to the fullest. Swatis often have unmeasured freedom and do not know how to utilize it, they are restricted by their own character.

The Gaia Hypothesis proposed by James Lovelock (1972) suggests that living organisms on the planet interact with their surrounding inorganic environment to form a synergetic and self-regulating system that created, and now maintains, the climate and biochemical conditions that make life on Earth possible.

It is a holistic view, which is generally not appreciated in science that likes to favour randomness, chance or whatever instead of the innate harmony and union behind creation.

James Lovelock has Punarvasu moon & Swati rising

Lynn Margulis who co-developed this theory with him most likely has Revati Moon and I will be exploring her symbiotic view of evolution on a different post as it goes beyond the scope of this one.

Edit: as @brundlefly333 pointed out, the French philosopher Henri Bergson (Punarvasu Moon) has a book called Creative Evolution which extrapolates that whilst "evolution of species can come from external factors "like natural selection", it most importantly (comes) from an internal impulse (a creative force). This creative force is inherently unpredictable and non-linear, leading to the emergence of novelty and complexity in living organisms over time.

I find his "Cone of Memory" (depicted above) hypothesis very fascinating.

The Cone of Memory model can be imagined as an inverted cone, with the apex representing the present moment, the base symbolizing the entirety of one’s past experiences, and the cone’s vertical axis signifying the flow of time. As the present moment progresses, the apex of the cone moves upward along the axis, continuously stretching the cone outward as it incorporates new experiences and memories into a person’s consciousness. The memories from our past experiences are layered into the cone, with the most recent memories residing closer to the apex and older memories located further down, towards the base.

Bergson’s model emphasizes the active role of individual perception, memory, and experience in shaping one’s consciousness. The human mind, as depicted by Bergson, interacts with the objective world while drawing from its accumulated memories to create individual experiences in real time. The Cone of Memory focuses on the dynamic interplay between perception, memory, and experience, hoping to account for the generation of novel understandings and interpretations of reality.

Bergson’s emphasis on experience at the personal level also has significant implications for how we understand the self. In his view, the self is not a static entity but rather a constantly developing process, shaped by the dynamic interplay of perception, memory, and experience. This more fluid conception of the self contrasts sharply with many traditional notions of a fixed, unchanging identity. It also invites us to recognize the transformative power of our own experiences and encounters in the continuous interweaving of the past and present in our temporal consciousness.

It can be summed up with this quote:

"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly"- Henri Bergson

Rudolf Steiner- Ketu in Punarvasu, Swati rising

Steiner's breadth of work encompasses many fields, he pioneered modern-day organic farming, anthroposophical medicine (what we call alternate medicine including homeopathy, massages and frequency work etc rooted in the human body's ability to heal itself) invented the Waldorf education system (alternative schooling) and tried to merge science and spirituality.

All of this is vvv Punarvasu & Swati coded because its these natives who are frequently drawn to non-traditional systems of thought & experience and also merging a vast variety of techniques + being well versed in a lot of different fields etc comes down to having the inner space to hold all of it. This is literally not something most other people can do. Pursuit of knowledge can easily drain/deplete people but Punarvasu & Swati natives have a boundless thirst for knowledge and innately understand the profound truth that everything is connected.

Symbiosis, synergy, syncretism etc are all themes prominent in the works of Swati & Punarvasu natives who tend to view things as a coherent whole and not separate from one another; everything in creation exists to serve one another and exist in perfect harmony. Its not by "accident" that human beings took shape on earth where all the elements exist to continually support human life, every tiny detail is manifest in divine perfection and it helps us understand that we are a part of a larger system and that what we do affects changes at both the micro and macro level.

"Synergetics is the empirical study of systems in transformation, with an emphasis on whole system behaviours unpredicted by the behaviour of any components in isolation. R. Buckminster Fuller (1895–1983) named and pioneered the field. His two-volume work Synergetics: Explorations in the Geometry of Thinking."

Buckminster Fuller had Punarvasu sun & jupiter

I think I had made a post about how Punarvasu natives tend to make geometric art that features repetitive patterns and motifs. I thought Fuller's use of the term "Geometry of Thinking" was very Punarvasu of him.

Pls look him up and his work, its very interesting and if you have Punarvasu placements you might find things you resonate with. I dont want to make this post any longer so I'm not including more of his work although all of it really fits with the theme tbh.

Amartya Sen, the Indian economist and philosopher has Swati Sun, he is best known for his contributions to welfare economics, social choice theory, and development economics. His work incorporates the same holistic view of how everything exists in close interaction with everything else, interconnectedness as well as an all encompassing-ness are themes that dominate his work. Society affects the market, the market affects society, all of this affects interpersonal relationships, it takes a Swati/Punarvasu native to deeply embody this sentiment in their thought/work.

George Harrison aka the Spiritual Beatle had Swati moon, Jupiter in punarvasu amatyakaraka.

"It's being here now that's important. There's no past and there's no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can't relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don't know if there is one."

This quote by him really sums it up.

Robert A Heinlein had Punarvasu sun, jupiter and rahu

Heinlein used his science fiction as a way to explore provocative social and political ideas and to speculate how progress in science and engineering might shape the future of politics, race, religion, and sex. Within the framework of his science-fiction stories, Heinlein repeatedly addressed certain social themes: the importance of individual liberty and self-reliance, the nature of sexual relationships, the obligation individuals owe to their societies, the influence of organized religion on culture and government, and the tendency of society to repress nonconformist thought. He also speculated on the influence of space travel on human cultural practices.

This is yet another example of the interconnectedness of Punarvasu as well as the analytical nature of these natives.

I will end this post here because I've been rambling for too long but I hope this was informative!! Apologies that this was kinda science heavy and not very pop culture centric :/

#vedic astro notes #astrology observations #sidereal astrology #vedic astrology #nakshatras #astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astrology notes #astroblr #Punarvasu #swati #Jupiter #rahu #carl jung #Freud

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auras-moonstone · 10 months

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mad woman — ethan landry (part two)

word count: 839

summary: ethan and y/n talk about their deceased siblings and begin to bond.

pairing: gf!ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

based on: mad woman by taylor swift

previous part ; next part

SURPRISINGLY, BAILEY LET HER JOIN THE PLAN. It didn’t take a lot of convincing on Ethan’s part, they all suffered the loss of a loved one, so they knew the thirst for revenge Y/N must be feeling.

“I’m sorry you have to go through that… being close to the person that killed your sister must be tough, kid” Bailey said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“It is, but I know that this pain is worth it. We are going to make them regret taking them away from us”

“Well said” Quinn spoke, and Y/N sent her a smile. “We should head back to the dorm”.

“Sure. Thanks for everything, Mr. Kirsch” Y/N said with a warm smile.

“You are welcome anytime” he replied.

“Bye, dad” the Kirsch siblings said in unison as they left their dad’s home.

“You two go, I have other plans” Quinn told them.

“Paul?” Y/N asked with a playful smile.

“God, no. That is over, this one is called Lorenzo” the red head informed.

“Uh, Lorenzo. I like it, have fun” the girl waved at her roommate.

“You too, but if you have too much fun please don’t tell me” the girl’s voice distorted as she walked away, but they were still able to hear her.

Ethan’s blood rushed into his cheeks “Sometimes she speaks too freely”.

“You say that now, but if…” she stopped herself from going further and killing the mood “Sorry”.

“Hey, no. It’s okay, you can talk to me, you know?”

Ethan and her weren’t close at all. This new alliance brought them closer, yes, but the word ‘friend’ was still a bit too big for their relationship. However, he was the closest person she had at the moment, it had been so long since the last time she talked to someone without having to fake or hide emotions, that she just gave in.

“I miss her, a lot” she grimaced. Vulnerability was not something she was accustomed to show. “I don’t have the luxury of having other siblings, and even if I did, what I had with Amber was something unique. All the things that once bothered me about her, are the ones I now miss. I would give everything to hear her awful rap playlist that I absolutely loathe, or the loud and tiring parties she hosted despite knowing how uncomfortable I felt at them, and god I even miss her talking my ear off about that awful horror movie franchise she adored”.

“She sounds just like my brother” he sighed. “It’s nice that you had a nice relationship with her”.

“You weren’t close to Richie?” she asked.

Ethan shook his head “No. Our age difference, our different taste in things, we just never connected that much. And…”

“Yeah?” she encouraged him.

“I guess part of me has always resented him” he confessed, there was a trace of guiltiness in his statement.

“Can I ask why?” Y/N asked carefully.

“He was my dad’s golden boy. You know when kids asked their parents which child is their favourite and they say they love them all equally, even though it’s not true, as to not hurt their feelings?”

“Yes” she said unsure.

“Well, my dad wasn’t like that. He favoured Richie and admitted it proudly. And Quinn, being the only girl, also has a special place in his heart. His little girl, you know? And I am just there”

“Ethan…”

“I’m not saying he doesn’t love me, ‘cause I know he does, but Richie is gone, and I’m here and that disappoints him a bit” he had his eyes glued to the pavement, not daring to look her in the eyes. And Y/N wanted to throw up, cry and hug him at the same time. “Sorry. I overshared, right?” he tried to laugh it off.

“How long have you been bottling that up?” she asked softly.

“The resentment? My whole life. The thought of my father being disappointed I wasn’t the one who died? For a year” he replied.

The vulnerable environment encouraged her to grab his hand “Well, you can come to me whenever you want to, no matter how dark your thoughts are”.

Ethan smiled, and Y/N was in awe at how perfect his teeth were and how mesmerising his smile was “The same goes for you, Y/N/N”.

They continued their walk towards the dorms with the sound of the busy streets of New York resonating in their ears. None of them said a word until they reached Ethan’s apartment, which was the closest one. He had to let go of her hand—and regretting it instantly when he felt the warmth of her palm leaving his skin—, as he looked for his keys.

“Well, thank you for everything, Ethan. I’ll let you rest”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N/N” he gave her his dazzling smile once more before closing the door.

Y/N went to bed with the a good feeling on her chest. She finally was about to get the revenge she had desired and also, maybe, she had gained someone to talk to, a potential friend.

#ethan landry #jack champion #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion fluff #ethan landry x you #jack champion x reader #scream fanfic #scream #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry oneshot #scream movies #scream iv #scream 6 #auras moonstone’s work

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lost-in-frog-land · 3 months

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Want and desire in the hatchetfield series, and how it almost always directly leads to a character's demise. Buckle in for this long post because I have been thinking about it for a while

THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS

Established individual desires for the characters tend to lead them to take actions or make mistakes that lead to their demise.

Paul - doesn't want anything, until he wants to be with Emma -> if he'd just gone with General Macnamara he would've gotten out alive but he went back for Emma. Then he died. Then everyone died.

Emma - wants to get out of hatchetfield/ not die in hatchetfield -> gets out, ends up helping the infection spread to clivesdale (this one's more irony than causation but it still counts)

Bill - "I just want my daughter back" -> goes to rescue Alice which leads to his death

Ted - wants to get out alive, even at the cost if his friends ("everyone else died just rescue me") -> runs straight into the infected army and dies

Charlotte - wants to reconnect with Sam -> is easily manipulated by him when he's infected and dies

Professor Hidgens - wants his musical to be real, possibly also wants to reconnect with his old college friends (depending on how we interpret his show) -> purposely leads the infected to his location and gets killed

BLACK FRIDAY

characters individual wants and goals are often intertwined with the common want of gaining a wiggly doll, and this is what leads to their downfall

Lex - wants to escape her life and move to California -> wants a wiggly doll to sell -> leads her and Hannah to get caught up in the cult and Lex to almost die, even asking on her deathbed "should I never have wanted?" (The answer is yes. You shouldn't have. Wanting in hatchetfield only leads to suffering)

Tom - wants to reconnect with his son -> wants a wiggly doll because he believes his son wants one -> gets stuck in the mall looking for one and goes insane for a good portion of the musical

Becky - Becky wants a doll for the children's hospital but that actually isn't what leads to her getting caught up in the plot. It's her desire to reconnect with Tom that leads her to follow him deeper into the mall, because he won't leave without a Wiggly and she won't leave without him

Linda - wants to be worshipped / adored -> easily taken in by wiley and convinced to start the cult, dies as a result

Ethan - wants to make Lex happy -> dies protecting Hannah

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE

Steph & Pete - doing them together because it's their love and want for each other that is almost their undoing. "I never wanted you anyway" "what do you want Steph?" "We want what you really want" - they almost have to kill the other because they wanted eachother. That's how the Lords get you.

Grace - wanted to rid herself of "sin" (normak sexual desires) -> tried way too hard to get rid of Max and, as a result "ruined [everyone's] lives". This also leads to her gaining the powers of the LIB and killing many more people.

Richie - wanted friends, to be accepted -> as soon as he gets this he is killed. More of the tragedy inherent in almost getting what you wanted than it inherently causing it, but this is also a key theme in the tragedy of hatcehtfield, as also seen with...

Ruth - wanted to perform, to overcome her anxiety -> also gets killed as she takes a step in this

The tragedy of the hatchetfield series is all about the idea of wanting. It's about how your desires can lead to your destruction, and how you'll never be able to truly get what you want before it is taken away from you. Its about peoole who will do anything to achieve their desires, and people who will never achieve theirs. That's the tragedy and the driving force behind these stories. That is what gives the Lords in Black their power.

#(only doing the musicals for now bc I don't remember too much about nmt)#lmk if I should do a part 2 when i rewatch them!#hatchetfield #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes must die #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #black friday musical #starkid

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labrxnth · 1 year

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REverse Headcannons- Sick Partner (Chris Redfield)

How Chris, Leon, Jill, Claire, Wesker, Ethan, Carlos and Heisenberg react to (y/n) being home sick. (Gender neutral Reader)

Chris (post Village): Chris closes the door to your shared apartment, on edge. He saw your car in the driveway, but all the lights in the apartment are off. It was almost like you weren't here. He was preparing for the worst, hovering his hand over his holster, but suddenly his ears picked up the faint sound of your favorite podcast coming from your phone. Sighing in relief, he made his way towards the bedroom, making sure to step heavier than usual so he didn't startle you.

"Babe?" He asked, knocking on the door.

"yeahh?" Your voice was faint and hoarse.

He opened the door to see you wrapped in blankets on the bed, curled up on your side watching/listening to the podcast he had heard earlier. Your face was flushed, but also red, and had a film of sweat of it.

"Hey, babe," He said softly, walking into the room quietly like you were asleep and he didn't want to wake you. Sitting down on the bed, he lightly rubbed your arm.

"Hiii sexy, how was work?" You said and sneezed into your elbow.

"The same, chasing down B.O.W.s 1% of the time and doing paperwork 99% of the time,"

"At least you look hot behind a desk," You said and laughed, coughing halfway through.

He smiled and put the back of his hand up to your head, almost pulling it away from how hot it was. "You were fine this morning, when did you start to feel like shit?"

"When I got to work. I'm no doctor but I think I'm suffering from lack of quality time with my smoking hot husband."

"Jesus, you must be sick then," He chuckled and laid down with you.

"You're gonna get sick if you stay around me," You warned.

"Well, good thing I'm getting quality time with my smoking hot partner. Gotta beat the sickness before it gets me," He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. "Just don't throw up on me."

"No promises," You giggled and kissed his cheek.

"I'll order us some delivery, how does soup sound?"

"Soup sounds amazing," You sigh and lean into his embrace more.

The two of you stayed like that until you fell back asleep. Chris woke you up for dinner and made sure you got enough fluids and some NyQuil.

When you two fell asleep, he held you, running his hand up and down your back soothingly.

He didn't catch whatever you had because, lets be honest, he'd probably just punch the damn virus out of his body.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x you #resident evil fanfic

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concussed-to-pieces · 8 months

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Wolves At The Door; Part One

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: "Highness? That's a little much, just lord will do."

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our first installment! Enjoy!

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Prelude

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence and extreme depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

Rain hammering what was once his face, the boom of thunder and the grinding shriek of metal. Karl Heisenberg looked up at the plummeting form of a man, dead man Ethan Winters, silhouetted in stark relief by the lightning shattering the sky, and he felt nothing except a fevered madness, the berserk desire to tear the world itself limb from limb. Within him the cadou throbbed and slavered for blood, more more more!

In his rage-fueled delirium Ethan was transformed from mere crumbling vessel to a vengeant angel, pulling the trigger and firing that last rocket directly into his internals. All the sacrifices, all the sleepless nights, failures, suffering, torment…

Yet Karl had to respect that level of dedication, that kind of drive. He certainly wouldn't have shown himself any mercy, had the roles been reversed. If he had been the man on borrowed time, struggling against all the beasts and bastards in the world to save his kid…well, Heisenberg could definitely understand Ethan's steely resolve, for all that it was about to bring his plans to ruin.

I must…kill her…

"It's already done." A voice he knew. The Duke, that jumbo-sized, two-timing prick.

Karl struggled to move, to stand, sort out what had happened, but something was wrong with his mind. It was as though his thoughts were…slippery, too difficult to grasp, and he was just so…

Tired. Gods, he couldn't ever remember being so tired. He felt mortal, fragile even. More details were racing past him, faster and faster as the weariness crushed him to dust, but Karl couldn't bring himself to care. He was too exhausted. Hell, he couldn't even muster up the strength to open his eyes while the rocking of the cart lulled him into a stupor.

I must kill her.

Who? Who was…

Consciousness slipped through his fingers once more, and for a time Karl simply slept dreamlessly.

…

A warm, wet cloth was being rubbed back and forth across his bare upper arm. Karl licked his lips absently, flinching when he encountered dry, cracked skin. His lower abdomen was pounding.

"Shhh," someone, someone was there, a hand brushing over his brow soothingly. "You're safe. Sleep, Karl."

That tone, soft, too soft, too gentle. Karl hated it. "'Fuck 'way from me," he slurred, dragging his arm up in a pitiful attempt to shield himself from this new and insidious threat. When the hell had his limbs become so heavy?

"Don't move! Easy, easy. Give me your arm back, I still have to change that dressing." The person scolded, fingers wrapping around his wrist. Karl didn't even have the strength to struggle and soon relented, leaden arm going limp in this stranger's hold.

"You gonna' kill me?" He asked, unsure why he felt so glib about the subject.

There was a sharp intake of breath next to his head, followed by a long exhale. "No, of course not. That would be rude to the Duke. I promised to make sure you could recover physically. I guess you have some memory loss?"

"Huh." Karl's brow furrowed. Memory loss. Maybe that's why his brain seemed soft and bruised at the edges. But that couldn't be all there was. He was still himself, right?

He couldn't tell. The details of his life to that point were full of static. It was like he was teetering on the edge of some dark pit, unsure if the lack of concrete memories was a blessing or a curse.

I must kill her.

Who?

Karl Heisenberg. Did that name even mean anything anymore?

…

You were in for it, you could tell. Karl was as cantankerous as he could manage to be while he was still bodily incapacitated, the man only barely able to open his eyes after several days of recuperating.

His mouth worked just fine, unfortunately for you.

"You making lunch soon, sugar? I want meat."

You sighed heavily. "You want meat at every meal, Heisenberg."

The nerves surrounding your mysterious houseguest and his lofty title had quickly worn off, replaced almost exclusively with annoyance. He was clearly an individual who was used to getting his way and while you hadn't wanted to be rude, you rapidly realized that he didn't care much whether you were or not. Honestly he didn't seem to care much about anything that came out of your mouth, appearing to talk just to hear himself prattle. Speaking of which…

"...potatoes, carrots, boar, I feel like I haven't had boar in ages, some black bread with oil and salt-"

You shoved the dishes you had been scrubbing back under the soapy water, turning to fix the man on the cot with a stern look. "Anything else I can get for you, your highness?" You snarked.

"Highness? That's a little much, just lord will do." He waved a limp hand dismissively, fingers twitching after a moment or two. Behind you, you heard the silverware settling belatedly in the water-filled basin. "Look, I don't want it all now, I'm just thinking of the future! I'm a big guy, not being able to eat like usual is killing me." Karl all but whined, his expression a bit pitiful for such a 'big guy'.

You stifled your laugh, returning to the dishes. "Well, clarify that for me. When people say they want something, usually that implies a pretty immediate time frame."

"I do want it, I just can't have it now. Life is rotten sometimes."

"Yes yes, you're really fighting the cosmic battle."

"Don't patronize me, sugar."

Your laugh escaped that time, though you tried to mask it with a cough. Heisenberg muttered something you couldn't make out and when you dared to glance over your shoulder at him he had turned his head towards the wall. You pursed your lips, feeling a little guilty. He was bedridden and probably going crazy from boredom. That would definitely explain his talkative bouts whenever you were within earshot.

"I'll…I'll see what I can do about the boar. No promises, though." It had been slim pickings as of late; the strange excess of air traffic recently seemed to have had a negative effect on the local wildlife.

Another helicopter hummed distantly overhead and you briefly wondered if there was some sort of land survey going on, or if maybe it was a forest fire prevention drill, but soon enough more important thoughts took over and the query vanished from your mind.

…

The twitching was getting worse. It felt like something just beneath the skin of his abdomen was struggling to move him bodily, demanding him to propel himself onward with greater and greater urgency.

Which would have been fine, but Karl didn't even have so much as a crutch to hobble around with. Not that he would have used it, mind you, but the idea of it-

You were apparently hard at work doing something, leaving at sunrise and returning every day defeated in the twilight. There was still wood to be cut around the place, water to be boiled, general maintenance of your property. You always made sure to leave Karl food before you departed though, and you stoked the fire well.

Heisenberg's only and eternal complaint was boredom. He was barely able to eat unaided, mainly motivated by spite and the grim realization that if this kept up he would be indebted; a fate worse than death or whatever the hell his gossamer memories were shielding him from recollecting.

But Christ he was bored! He spent the days staring at the knots in the ceiling and willing himself to get stronger faster, damn it all, before he entirely lost his mind from cabin fever.

His loaned cot collapsed beneath him one such boring day after he made a sudden attempt to move his arms, dropping him on his side on the floor and knocking the wind out of him. From the little he could see the metal fasteners on one side of the canvas sling had just…all torn free of their moorings at once, clattering to the floor around his stunned form.

His brow furrowed. Karl reached a tentative hand out, his index finger inches from one of the fasteners. The tiny object shuddered and then rocketed across the floor, scraping up a ribbon of wood in its wake. It finally halted when it met the edge of the cabinets, burying itself deep in the grain of the worn timber.

–whirling twisted metal screaming death trap pouring rain and that man, that man–

Karl flinched, blinking. His hand was trembling when he attempted anew, and a second fastener made a half-hearted attempt to follow its kin, coming to a rolling stop midway through the kitchen.

Well that's something.

The man paused. Then, with a superhuman effort, he heaved himself up onto his elbows. Gritting his teeth, Heisenberg crawled forward on his stomach until he was able to clearly see and confirm that yes, the fastener was lodged in the cabinetry. "Weird." Heisenberg muttered to himself. I didn't touch the fucking thing though, so how the hell-?

The door to the yard swung open and you came stumbling in, kicking your muddy boots off to rest beside the door on the porch.

Karl froze. You froze. The fastener in the cabinet tore free, flying backwards to strike Karl in the shoulder. "Fuck!" He yelled, more surprised than actually hurt. Flapping a hand around on the floor he finally scooped up the little metal object, harboring some deluded fantasy about crushing the fucking thing flat in his fist.

"What the heck was that, and why are you on the floor?" You quizzed, sounding exhausted.

In reply, Heisenberg mutely gestured in the general direction of the collapsed cot. There was the sound of something clattering against the wall and you had an expression of fright on your face when he looked up at you. "Damn thing fell apart underneath me." He grumbled.

Your voice shook when you asked, "w…why did it just move?"

…

You didn't care how tired you were, you knew what you had seen! Karl had waved his hand and the cot framework had chucked itself into the wall! The Duke hadn't mentioned anything about that!

"I couldn't tell you." Karl's reply was as flippant as he usually seemed to be, but his eyes had an odd look to them. If you didn't know any better, you would say he was as rattled as you were by this strange development. "It feels…familiar, though."

"What does?" You demanded.

"The…I dunno', the feeling. I…" Karl had been in the process of opening his hand, but he abruptly trailed off. When you peeked over his fingers, you glimpsed a wrinkled piece of metal resting in his palm before he hurriedly clenched his fist again. "Back off, sugar. Cornered dogs bite." He warned, that strange look still in his gaze.

"Dog, huh? Right now you seem to be doing your best 'bear rug' impression, laying on the floor like that." You snorted, returning to the door to pick up what you had dropped beside your boots on the porch. "Since you're either not willing or not able to be clear with whatever is going on, we're going to discuss it with the Duke the next time he visits." You extended the sturdy branch you had found in your woodpile, its surface smoothed over the last few days as you waited in your hunting blinds to no avail. "I can tell you've been losing it, figured I'd make you something to help you move a little easier."

"I don't need-"

"I don't care." You cut him off, giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder with the walking stick. "I'm tired of moving you around and you need to start using your legs before you get blood clots or whatever the hell else."

Karl puffed out a breath, his eyes darting between your face and the staff you held. When next he spoke, however, it was in a tone of grudging admiration. "You shave this yourself? Delicate work. You must have a steady hand and be real bored to clean up something like that."

"If you'd rather not use-"

Heisenberg wordlessly latched onto the stick, grimacing while pulling himself into a sitting position. He was panting by the time he made it to his feet, but still mustered up a cocky little smirk for you. "You'll have–to pad the base. Don't want to wake you when I start to roam late at night," he chuckled breathlessly.

You rolled your eyes, but resigned yourself to scrounging up some felt to protect your floors. Speaking of which… "Where did that scratch come from?!"

…

"One."

Thunk.

"Two."

Thunk.

"Three."

The last nail ricocheted off the tree trunk and Karl swore under his breath, hobbling forward.

You, still observing from a safe distance on the porch, called, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, I s'pose." Karl answered glumly, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the head of the first nail. When he hauled his hand away to jerk it back out of the wood, however, he somehow managed to instead tear out a bolt from your recently-repaired fence line, sending several logs toppling to the ground.

"Aw, I just fixed that." You complained, venturing off the porch to retrieve the bolt from its place in the grass. "I'm gonna' need to drill a new hole because you sent the nut through the wood again! My fence is starting to look like Swiss cheese." Maybe you should stop was clearly what you were thinking and Heisenberg couldn't really see a reason to argue. All he was doing was causing more problems, more messes for someone else to clean up.

Indebted. He gritted his teeth, heaving the first log back into place. You started to protest but he waved you off with a snarl, simply wrestling the remaining logs up on top of the first and then making a curt gesture. "Get your shit. I'll hold these."

"They're heavy." You pointed out needlessly.

His arms had been shaking from the beginning. Karl jutted his chin arrogantly, raising an eyebrow. "And?"

You took off running, making a beeline for your lean-to where you stored most of your tools. As soon as you left Karl sagged a fair bit, trying to brace the weight of the fencing with his legs as opposed to his arms. Well, this may not have been my brightest move, he admitted to himself ruefully.

You were suddenly at his elbow, whirring drill ringing in his ear while the bit bored into the rain-softened wood. Karl absently watched the shavings spout from the bit, trying to ignore his arms trembling under the strain of the task at hand.

–drill bit boring down, down, down, shards of bone flying, the twitching of muscles long dead–

The drill abruptly jerked to a stop in your grip, startling Heisenberg out of whatever reverie he had fallen into. "Shit, what the hell?" You grumbled, fidgeting with the trigger. "Must be a knot in the wood, hang on."

Karl exhaled roughly, glaring downwards at the stuck drill bit with all the malice he could muster. Don't make me look like a weakling here, shithead! The tool creaked and then, without warning, drove itself down through whatever had jammed it with an indignant shriek.

You rushed to place the bolt in the newly made hole and even in his distracted state, Karl saw that your fingers were shaking.

Once he was able to take a step back from the fence and catch his breath, he straightened up and tightened his hold on the walking stick you had given him. You continued to fiddle with the fence, obviously making a play for time, and Heisenberg finally issued a loud sigh. "I'm not…I know it seems like I could be dangerous but–well, you trust the Duke, don'tcha'?" he tried to rationalize.

"Considering the fact that he hasn't come back since bringing you here, my trust is wearing a little thin." You retorted, still not looking at him.

Ouch. Karl shook it off, though. If he was in your shoes, the second some unwanted guest decided to poltergeist a cot into the wall would have been the same second they received a swift boot to the ass. "For what it's worth–hang on, let me finish–for what it's worth, I won't hurt you."

Your laugh had no humor in it. "Intentionally or accidentally? I live alone, Karl. An accident is just as bad as intentional for me."

"I…" Karl paused, unused to the level of resentment he felt at your accusation. Whatever he had been like before, he was clearly not a man that had been questioned often. "I don't know. Should I leave?"

You aimed the drill at him and Heisenberg got a terrible jolt of recollection that drowned out whatever you said next. Him but not him, and that man, pointing a handgun at him while protesting…something. "...take me out like the others and then you get to go and save Rose, right?" his voice had replied, sarcastic.

Rose. Rose. Powerful kid. Even Miranda's scared of her–

Karl grimaced, holding his head. Miranda. Rose. Ethan Winters. All these names, unattached to anything tangible. They seemed to exist exclusively to exasperate him.

"Hey, you feeling alright? You're pretty gray." He had to be imagining the concern in your tone. You didn't trust him, after all. "I guess that took a lot out of you. Let's get you back inside."

It was only once the two of you were halfway back to the porch that Karl realized he was leaning heavily on you, but you had accepted the burden without comment.

Indebted. Karl wanted to shove his head into a meat grinder.

…

You knew you probably should have kicked him out. After all, he could walk now, right? Best to be on his way. You certainly weren't going to keep Heisenberg around out of some misguided loyalty towards the Duke. Truly, you didn't know either man. Hell, Karl didn't even know himself! Add to that the strangeness of his…powers, the solitude of your abode and you had a recipe for disaster.

You brought the maul down once more, sending the wedge home and splitting the log cleanly. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you reached down to scoop up the wedge. To your annoyance the thing skittered out from beneath your fingers, flying across the yard to Heisenberg's waiting hand.

"Let me take over." He offered, then hurried to add, "so you can have a break! You've been at this since ten."

"It needs to be done." You replied shortly.

"Yeah. So let me help." Karl tilted his head, the brim of his raggedy hat casting his eyes into shadow. "I can't exactly cook, I'm not good for much. Lemme' muscle something around for you, huh sugar?"

Your shoulders did hurt a little. "What time is it?"

He flicked his wrist, checking his watch. "Five after two."

"Shit." You grimaced. "Okay. But only so I can have a drink and a five minute break." You warned, aiming a finger at him with a squint.

Heisenberg bowed theatrically, sidestepping you on your way to the porch. "Naturally." With a solid thud the wedge slammed itself halfway through the next log.

An early summer storm had brought down the rest of the winter-damaged trees and you had been doing your best to stay on top of the unexpected bounty, but the task was proving a bit more monumental than you had anticipated. Even after you'd sawed the fallen trees to manageable size, it was slow going.

Once you'd gone inside and poured yourself a tall glass of water from the gravity-fed sink, you headed back out to sit on the front steps. Sipping the water, you idly watched your begrudged guest tear his way through the amassed pile of pre-portioned logs. He had no real finesse, but you guessed if you knew you could split a log in any place you chose you probably wouldn't waste time with a technique. Karl used both the maul and the wedge on different logs at the same time, effectively doubling your results with apparent ease.

You grumbled to yourself a little, laying back on the porch and throwing an arm over your eyes to block the sunlight. Showoff.

…

You must have been exhausted, because the next time he glanced at the porch he realized you had fallen asleep. Karl caught himself smiling and quickly jerked the maul down into the next log. He needed this, he decided. The physical labor was doing wonders for his brain, keeping everything nice and quiet. No nasty flashes of what-was when he was focusing on some menial task. He'd have to try and take on more of this stuff. Maybe you'd let him help to fill the jugs at the river, for washing and drinking and–

-and what was that noise. Heisenberg straightened up, his eyes immediately drawn to the shadow of the trees at the edge of your property line. It was so strange the way sunlight only made the woods seem darker, intensifying the shadows until they were inky black. Karl stared hard, willing his eyes to adjust to the shade, but he only caught the faintest glimpse of…something. It was more like an impression of movement, eyeshine and hair but not…not right, not animal-shaped.

Karl hesitated, his grip tightening to a chokehold on the maul. The wedge rocketed over the fenceline, vanishing into the bushes. The yelp in response set his teeth on edge. Again, the wrongness, too bass for a lynx and too high for a bear.

Karl stormed forward, his walking stick forgotten on the ground as he brandished your old maul with an intent so gleefully malevolent that it confused him. Man, I must have been a bad person. He shoved it to the side for the moment, scouring the underbrush for the wedge.

It had traveled further than he expected but it simply laid forlornly on the forest floor. However it seemed to have met its mark regardless, as the chisel tip of it was stained black with some kind of ichor.

Heisenberg gingerly picked the wedge up, rubbing his thumb across the liquid. In hindsight, probably a bad idea. The fluid was still warm and stank of iron and decay, like…blood left out in the sun too long…

--buckets of congealed, blackened liquid, splatters of it on the concrete beneath his feet and all around him the reek of rusty death. But this was home, as much as if he had built it himself–

Karl shuddered, nearly dropping the wedge. He felt like the wind had been crushed out of him by some giant hand.

He had left you alone. Asleep. Vulnerable.

Heisenberg whirled, met with a wall of trees and no clear view of the cabin. "You stupid fuck!" He cursed at himself, tearing off in what he thought was the right direction.

…

"Hey!"

The sharp bark woke you from your unwitting doze and you jolted up, startled. You rubbed your eyes, groaning, "what, what is it?"

Heisenberg was standing in front of the stairs in a strange, hunched position. It took you a moment to realize that he still had the maul, and that woke you up. He looked furious, he looked dangerous, his chest heaving and his hat missing. Without even thinking about it you clawed yourself backwards to get out of range, your legs nearly refusing to cooperate.

"K-Karl?" The tremor in your voice seemed to have some kind of effect on him, his posture and fierce expression softening slightly as he blinked down at you.

"I…you're okay." He said finally. His knees gave way, the man nearly sagging to the ground before he managed to prop himself up with the maul. "You been asleep the whole time? Didn't see anything?" He questioned you, his tone rough.

You shook your head, baffled and still wary. Karl sighed, but it sounded more like relief than annoyance. "What's going on? You uh…you look upset." You commented, giving up on any subtlety.

"There was something in the woods." His gaze hardened once more and he fidgeted with the maul. "Didn't get a good look at it, but it…somethin' about it wasn't animal, y'know?"

"Oh." You tapped your mouth. "The Duke mentioned things called Lycans, he put up some charms to ward them off. That's why I don't go out past the fence at night. Never seen any close to the property, though. That's weird."

Karl pressed, "You've seen them? What do they look like?"

"It's always been dark out so I couldn't say exactly." You bit your lip, trying to recall. "Whatever I saw had really patchy fur or hair, like it had mange. I thought it was a big lynx, honestly. The Duke didn't want to tell me what they were, he just put out the charms and said that would tell them to stay away."

Karl swore under his breath. "Always at night?"

"Yeah, I've never gotten a good look at them. Not sure if I believe they even exist but," you shrugged, "I don't really have a reason to go groping around in the woods after dark anyways. What with the bears, wolves, lynx…I mean, it's not exactly like an inconvenience for me to park my ass at night."

"Well whatever I saw, it was watchin' me. And I don't know for how long."

Part Two

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 44: In Which The Daylight Has Dawned Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

The weight in the air wasn't so much heavy as it was palpable.

Alcina had done it.

Mother Miranda was dead.

To those who had stood behind, supported, and were loyal to Alcina, this was a pivotal moment. They had seen what had taken place in the city hall. They had heard the words of Mother Miranda, seen her display of power, and battled with her very own minions she had brought to take over the city. To them, this was a most grand and rewarding moment.

To those who had not been on Alcina's side, who had never fully supported or liked her, this was a moment drenched in perplexity. To their dismay she had proven her strength and resilience. Her fortitude. Her unwavering loyalty to the underground and all those in it; including those opposed to her.

This historical event would reverberate through every vampire sect that existed, on this continent and every other. To kill ones' own kind was heavily frowned upon, and in some places condemned by death. To challenge a rival to the end was done only in the most unavoidable circumstances. But, vampire and lycan alike were a species of keep what you kill, regardless of the terms in which it was done.

Mother Miranda had been slain, and Alcina, by right of the vampire way, was unchallenged and unmatched. There would be no faltering now; she must make good of her actions.

This fateful moment, dizzyingly silent, was finally broken as Karl Heisenberg, overcome by his pride for Alcina began to howl.

He had stepped forward from his place in the circle, tilted his head to the ceiling and bellowed his cry of subservience.

Every lycan from all around could be heard joining their leader in his howl; expressing their congratulations to their leaders reign that wouldn't be coming to an end any time soon.

Alcina had shaken herself fully from her blood-rage and couldn't help but snicker at their unabashed, and loud, display. She chucked the halves of Miranda's skull towards her dead body and turned to face her people. She expected half to be in scowls, but to her surprise they were not. For the first time she can recall in her reign, everyone bore nothing less than a look of approval. Except two.

She found her daughters on the front lines in the crowd to her right, and with them was Mia and and a now conscious Ethan; on their knees held against their will with sickles protruding from their shoulders. Now there were the looks of pure detest. Alcina grinned widely.

The howling came to an end and Alcina straightened her shoulders, making herself even taller and more striking than you thought imaginable. She was covered in dried blood, looking the perfect part of a conqueror after a great war. It made you weak in the knees.

"My kin..." she stated firmly, "this is the start of a new age. No concern will go unheard. I will convene with the council promptly. Anyone who is injured, please get yourselves to the medical bay at once. I will send word to our medical staff to be present immediately. The city... has suffered much damage, this must be addressed; I will have scouts dispersed to notate every area affected. And our new... guests," she motioned warily to the mutants that were still lingering unmoved, "will be dealt with - please leave them be for now. There is much to discuss going forward. Please, keep your eyes open for anything we may miss. Come prepared to City Hall when the gathering date and time is announced. I wish to hear and speak with any who have something to say. Now, let me, your military, and council get to work. Go rest and wait for word."

With much murmuring and scuffling, vampires and lycans that weren't immediate in ranks went off, weaving through the mindless droned mutants that were standing littered like mannequins in the streets.

You noticed through the commotion some familiar faces coming in; Karl, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela, while you were turning your attention to your crows who'd gathered once more at your feet.

"Listen," you said with a smile as you knelt down to them, "I don't know how you got in here but you should get home... I hope you all understand how grateful I am to you. I promised you all the croissants and I wholeheartedly mean that," you grinned, "I'll see you guys up top soon, ok?"

They clearly understood you, giving you sharp nods and short coos before hopping up into flight and taking off in the air to a dark corridor on the bleak stone walls of the underground a long ways from you to the left.

You sighed. What a fucking day. Er, night. Week, month? Reality was still feeling pretty foreign for you at this moment.

Suddenly you felt a gentle arm wrap around your back and there beside you was Donna.

"You and I have a lot to talk about," she smiled at you, "I do look forward to getting to meet you properly, now that what could have been vampire Armageddon is over."

A short guffaw escaped you as she ushered you slowly with her over to the gathering of people whom you all thankfully recognized.

"HOOWEE!" Karl burst, basically trotting over to the group, "What a fun fucking time! Goddamn! Haven't had that much action since you and I went to dukes, eh? Miss new Queen of the Underworld!"

Alcina took very little joy in his elbowing of her arm from him, but she was unable to reply before he went off on another path entirely.

Karl jolted over to where Miranda's jaw had been displaced from her face and discarded to the ground, grabbing it with utter glee, "you don't want this, right? Like, you don't need it? Can I have it? I'd really like it - I'll just - I'll just take this, I'ma take this - I need it for reasons and stuff."

Alcina already had her face buried in a palm by the time Karl was pocketing the jaw and rejoining the group.

"Mother?" Daniela asked brightly, tugging her prisoner over with no remorse, "What would you like us to do with these two? And for your information they bled all over the manor... like, all over."

Daniela's wicked smirk made Alcina chuckle, "did they, now?" She asked rhetorically as she reached for her daughter and kissed her forehead, "Well, we shall add that to the list of offenses they will face in their trial," she straightened her spine as she peered with a scowl down at Ethan and Mia and took a deep, nonchalant breath, "take them to Dmitri. I want them in a holding cell with full security. Tell him I sent you."

"Understood, mama!"

Alcina beckoned each of her girls to come closer as she took them into a strong embrace and kissed the top of their heads, "my darlings, I'm so proud of you. When you deliver them to Dmitri, tell him I require he and Sylvia's presence at the council meeting, as I will of all of you. We have so much to do and in a short amount of time."

"Yes, mother," the three answered in tandem and set off, dragging the two offenders with them.

Your attention was now occupied by Angie and Karl, who were in deep conversation about what other parts of Mother Miranda's body they should hang onto; hands maybe, or the two halves of her skull; for decoration purposes and future warning. Something foreboding, of course. You giggled as Angie made a compelling argument about how the skull pieces would make for an excellent talking piece hanging on the front of City Hall; blonde hair drenched in blood and all.

It was around that time Alcina had caught onto the conversation and stepped in.

"Her body is going to the sun tower." She enunciated sharply.

Angie dropped her shoulders, "aww, c'mon. All of it???" she whined, "I really think you're missing out on an opportunity here. Can't I get a memento, too?"

Alcina gave Karl a very long drawn stare accompanied by a slow blink, the pursing of her lips and hand on her hip telling more than she needed to say, "see what you start?"

Karl shrugged dramatically, "pookie has a good point!" He nodded to Angie, "there are occasions for important mementos and I highly agree this is one of them."

Pinching the bridge of her nose exasperatedly, Alcina waved that same hand in the air and turned on her heel, "just - fine - whatever. But you both make damn sure the rest of her body is sealed up in a sun tower never to be opened again, do I make myself clear?"

She didn't actually wait for a response. She'd send Dmitri to check on it later. For the time being she really desired to change into some clothes that weren't shredded or drenched in blood before she met with the council.

As Alcina approached you and Donna, she took a deep breath and smiled, "Donna, will you please round up the council members? I'm heading to the council hall now."

"Of course," Donne nodded, "but, wouldn't you like to change first?" she inquired looking up and down Alcina's blood stained, tattered clothing.

A small pause passed but Alcina's smile only grew in size at her friend, "absolutely not."

"Georg was lost in the battle, I regret to report, and Clarice is in the medical bay," Donna went relayed to the group, "but we aren't lost on members as it stands right now."

She was right; the room was quite full.

As it was currently, everyone, plus some outside the council, were present: Alcina, you, Donna, Angie, Karl, Mitch, Dmitri, Gerard, Mateo, Elina, Sylvia, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Vincent, Brutus, and Salvatore were here to discuss the myriad of things on their large proverbial plate.

You could not have felt more out of place.

"My Lady," Donna began again, "where would you like to start?"

Alcina lit a loose cigarette and you did everything you could to hide how fucking sexy that was. Not that you really found smoking all that attractive, but goddammit everything that woman did dripped with finesse and sex-appeal.

A long cloud of smoke gathered in front of her and slowly began to dissipate into the air as she pondered, lifting her head Alcina leaned back into her chair with a face brimming with thought, "these mutants cluttering the city must be taken care of... Salvatore," she said with a hint of a bite, "your expertise on the matter would be much appreciated."

The air was crackling as all eyes turned to the man at the end of the left side of the table, his demeanor, as if it weren't small before, shrinking even further.

"Ah, y-yes, well, m-my Lady," he cleared his throat, "as I had explained earlier -"

"You explained only to the small group of us and I in the Eastern sun tower tunnel," she stated sharply, "please, indulge the rest of the room what you told us there."

Salvatore swallowed and cleared his throat once more, fixing his posture as he began his rickety tale.

Hearing it again didn't make it anymore digestible to you, it still provoked a grating anger and hatred to the woman who was quite dead, but that didn't take care of the problem that her experiments were still walking, or existing in limbo, freely all over the city.

"Since Mother Miranda no longer lives and breathes, they cannot function without the queen of their hive mind, to my knowledge at least."

Angie slapped her hands down on the stone table, "vampire Borg drones. I'll be goddamned - we're dealing with vampire - Borg - drones! Ok, so who's getting assimilated as the new Borg queen?" She asked dryly looking around at everyone, arms wide open as if asking for participants, "Eh? Anyone? Anyone? No takers for a creepy ass parasite to control a big freaky-deaky mutant army?"

"Angela Beatrice Beneviento!" Donna barked.

"Awww man, she used my full name." Angie grumbled with a crumpled pout.

Karl was not hiding his cackle, "BEATRICE?!"

"You are SO not allowed to use that against me!" Angie shouted, "Karl Adalbert Heisenberg!"

"Oh - oh! That is the LAST time I trust you with a secret!"

Donna was trying to get back in the middle and restrain Karl and Angie from going to blows while everyone else in the room was looking back and forth between themselves, Alcina, Donna, the two bickering on opposite sides of the table, to you, Donna, and back to Alcina.

You were stunned and unsure entirely what to do. Your eyes, too, turned to Alcina, who you assumed in cases like this would be brutal and demanding of seriousness. But she was chuckling silently, a smirk not hidden on her face at all as she let out a long drag from her cigarette.

"Adalbert?" Alcina's voice spilled out with a drawl, stopping everything in its tracks.

Karl slunk back into his chair with a thin line that was once his mouth. Angie too, slowly slipped back in her chair, eyes wide and face going blank.

You could tell by everyone's facial expressions that this was definitely not how anyone had expected this to pan out. Whether that be the situation itself or Alcina's reaction was your utter best guess.

Her chuckle permeated the otherwise twistedly tight air and you watched and waited for what more would unfold.

"Salvatore," she said smoothly, segueing effortlessly, her face not nearly as cross as she knew everyone expected her to be, "you were saying?"

He rapid blinked and fought with his jaw to work properly, "uh-hh... well, they, uhm, they will be useless with direct order. They have no real mind of their own, Miranda made sure to this. Unless you can alter their genetic make-up, I'm afraid they are shells of living beings. That... was why she wanted your blood so badly." He finished, looking directly at you.

Your skin crawled at that statement.

"Mm," Alcina mused, taking the attention off you, "Sylvia, would your scientists be willing to work with ours to see if we may make heads or tails of Miranda's work to... I don't know, help these creatures in some way? While locking them all in the sun towers and ridding them of their simple existence would be easy... if we could bring them back to some kind of functioning people again, I'd like to try."

Sylvia stepped towards the crowded table and nodded, "absolutely, My Lady. And if it isn't out of line," she hesitated, focusing on you then back to Alcina, "depending what we find with her research, may we run tests with her blood?

Alcina's eyes narrowed quickly, "she has a name and a mind of her own," her visage now settling on you with a firm yet comforting way, "that choice is entirely yours, draga. Do not feel pressured for anything."

"Apologies," Sylvia back-peddled, "I meant no disrespect." She stated bowing her head to you with a hand over her abdomen.

"N-no, no it's alright," you finally voiced yourself in front of everyone, looking to Sylvia who met your gaze, "please let me think about it."

She nodded once more and swallowed, "of course, of course. I am General Sylvia Martel. If you need anything or have questions, do not hesitate to speak with me."

Her smile was warm and you introduced yourself back.

After the tension of that passed, Sylvia took a deep breath, "now, in the meantime, what would you like us to do with the mutants?"

"There is plenty of room in Miranda's secret lair, is there not?" Dmitri chimed in.

Salvatore nodded, "yes, plenty. It would get them out of the way."

"Good thinking Dmitri," Alcina took another drag, "Salvatore you will aid him and Sylvia with whatever they need, is that understood?"

"Yes, My Lady."

The conversation went into depth about the damage done to the structures of the city for at least half an hour. You were impressed by the workability of everyone present and by the sounds of it, they'd have everything repaired or rebuilt within four to five days. If only humans were this efficient.

"And what about her?" Elina, the vampire who had remained pretty silent for the most part added smoothly.

The conversation was coming to a close on everything, but now all eyes turned to her in curiosity to the question.

Elina was motioning to you, her face void of malice or any emotion, really.

Once the confirmation was made, now everyone's vision flung to Alcina who had narrowed her eyes once again.

"What about her?" She countered sharply.

"Yeah, what about her?" Karl chimed in even sharper.

Elina took a breath and relaxed in her chair, "the vampires have already begun to talk. I realize she is not human, but she is also not one of us, a vampire or a lycan... I only assumed you would wish to know they're having opini -"

"Let them," Alcina stated briskly, "let them have their opinions. The fact of the matter is that she is an ally, and will now be a protected member of the underground. No harm is to become of her. Do I make myself quite clear?"

There was that uncomfortable silence again.

"You will all make that very clear. And while I'm at it, I would also make it clear that I am not taking advantage of my power; she is not a pet; she is not a commodity, nor a toy. She is a person all her own. A powerful one. If it still escapes anyone, allow me to elaborate, which I expect all of you to reiterate at great length when permitted; had it not been for her aid and magick - which she did not have to give, but did regardless completely unaware of the foe she faced - it is entirely likely I would be dead and you would all now be under the rule of that tyrant whose head I split in two, with her help. Yes, let them have their opinions, but make sure they're well informed ones. And... if this perceived problems persist, anyone is welcome to bring it up with me personally."

Everyone outside of the people you knew were already on your side began to nod and you breathed a short and quiet sigh of relief. Nothing like being put on the spot by a bunch of immortals in their own territory.

"Is there anything else?" Alcina asked coolly.

Not a word.

Cleary this concluded the meeting.

You remained in your seat one down from Alcina and waited patiently while everyone shuffled their way out of the room. Karl, Angie, and Donna made it a point to give you reassuring nods and smiles as they left, which was repaid with a beaming smile of your own; a silent thank you for everything.

And now it was you and Alcina in the disheveled room that was still full of Miranda's totes and things she was eagerly moving in.

Finally rising from the chair, you noticed Alcina had returned her focus to you after snuffing out her fourth cigarette in the black ashtray on the table.

She looked... intense.

"Draga mea I don't want you to put an ounce of thought into what Elina said," she began as she beckoned you to her with palms outstretched, "no one will dare lay a finger on you. You are welcome here."

Your smile was soft but tired as you took her hands and she tugged you close, "I thought that was all very much against the rules, though."

"I make the rules now," she tilted her chin upwards, the dark dried spots and splatters of blood making her look increasingly menacing if you didn't know a thing about her, "you are my companion. You will walk freely here whenever and however long you desire... which, I hope... is for a long time."

Her smile coaxed the weariness in you out in full force and you fell into her, nuzzling your nose into her chest, eyes closed, arms tightly wrapped around her torso, "kinda crazy isn't it?" you mused mindlessly.

"Hm?"

"All of it."

Alcina grinned, stroking your hair, "mm, yes. I can only imagine it is ten fold for you, dragoste."

"Oh, by far," you wearily chuckled, "byyyy far, babe."

The moments didn't feel long enough, but she held you and you could feel the exhaustion really setting in. You'd been thriving on the adrenalin rush, and pure fight or flight for several hours, and now that you were all safe, that come down was searching for you with vigor.

Leaning back to steal a peak at the clock on the far wall, you released a heavy sigh at the time. After 2 PM. In truth you didn't know how much time you'd been lost down here, but you unfortunately had a life above ground that was very likely in dire need of your attention.

Alcina hummed once more, cupping your cheek to bring your eyes to hers, "talk to me."

You groaned softly, "I have no idea what day it is. My work may have called out a search party for me, or fired me," you laughed, "but as much as I... don't want to go back up there right now, I know I need to."

Her eyes grew slightly severe, the slate color edging on a somber darkness, "you are spent, draga. Must you go? Would you not stay and rest here before venturing out?" Her inquiry was stitched together with the knowing you did need to return to your life, and also the heavy desire to keep you close, for the sake of pure selfishness but also your safety, "My bed is large enough for the both of us..." Alcina smirked through her coo, intending to sweeten the deal, "and if you stay until nightfall, I will take you home myself."

Oh, damn her.

Really, she didn't need to try too hard to convince you to stay, but this was a deal far too good to pass up.

"You know what?" You grinned, "you make a very compelling offer... I think I'll have to accept."

That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Alcina smiled brightly, "an excellent decision."

Her kiss was languid and you let it linger for a thick moment before she was linking your arm in hers.

The manor was impressive beyond your wildest imagination. Alcina hadn't ever gone into great detail about it, but even what you had conjured in your mind didn't come close to how it actually looked.

It dripped class and sophistication. A perfect home for your vampire.

Her bedroom was your favorite spot so far, and not just for the obvious reasons. The white, red, and gold accents were a stark contrast from the rest of the house that matched her personality with perfection. That large four-poster bed was the only thing with black; those sheets and plush pillows looking all the more inviting as you looked around. Not to mention you'd kill for that closet space, to be honest. Plus the giant, lion-pawed bathtub? Yes please.

Whether it was the comfort of the room, the quietness of it, or the reverb of everything that had taken place in the last several hours, time did seem to slow and the two of you found yourselves looking at one another with great pause.

Yes. That had all really happened.

Alcina was the first to grab for you; wrapping one arm around your middle back, the other reaching to cup your face and study you like a fleeting sunset she wasn't ready to let go of.

Oh, the immensity of this was so much to take in.

You were here with her in the underworld; a place no human had been in decades. You aided her in the defeat of Mother Miranda; that blood-sucking leech, no pun intended, she never thought she'd be free of. You were powerful in your own right and quickly coming into your fae-hood; the possibilities for your future surely now endless. She could barely grasp it, and you, with any comprehension.

"How you've turned my world, you precious thing," she whispered, the softest most elegant expression gracing her face, "and how we've made it to this point, I..." her voice broke off, pulling you closer, resting her forehead against yours, "can hardly believe it's real."

Leaning into her wasn't hard at all; you could melt into this woman without question at any given time.

Closing your eyes and holding her tight, you nodded and smiled, "yeah, both our worlds got flipped upside-down, huh?"

Alcina pulled back ever so slowly and studied you again, her face turning just a little more somber, "you're alright; you're not hurt at all?"

You shook your head, "I'm fine, tired but fine... what about you?"

"Nothing time won't fix," she beamed, "your blood allowed me to heal very quickly during the fight, and endure much more than I probably would have alone."

"Plenty more where that came from, "you wiggled your eyebrows.

"Draga you are going to sleep. In my arms. As soon as I shower, that is." Alcina instructed firmly, "But, we can visit that offer later," she winked, "now let me find you something to wear."

She left you with a kiss and meandered to her closet, letting your curious eyes really take in your surroundings. You could get used to this place. Quickly. But, there was little energy for all of those thoughts as you felt yourself growing heavier and heavier. Waltzing slowly to Alcina's vanity, you let your finger trace her pearl handled hair brush and comb, eying the marble jewelry box, the ornateness of the wood around the mirror, and overall smiling at her fine things that you could tell were quite old. You loved it. Her room felt so comfortable, familiar even.

And then you caught her reflection in the mirror as she emerged from the closet.

"How this ended up in my closet baffles me, but," she said, walking to you with a warm smile, "I'm grateful as I don't think much of my things would fit you. Here," she offered the article to you, "this is an old nightgown of Bela's. She won't mind, I assure you."

It was a lovely navy blue satin thing; spaghetti straps, a cowl neck, and looked like it would rest just below your knee.

You took it a little warily but smiled up to Alcina and nodded, "if you're sure she won't mind... it's pretty."

Alcina hummed and leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your arms lovingly as she grinned, "change and crawl into bed, I'll be there shortly."

You sighed.

When she returned from her shower, her hair was dried and nearly styled as she joined you in bed. She wore a slinky black nightgown much the same as yours but it hugged her in such a scrumptious fashion. If you weren't so tired, you would have exploited the slit up the side without remorse.

She turned out most of the lights aside from one small, dim lamp in the far corner from where the bed was, giving the room an ambiance of a fire-lit cabin. It was warm. Welcoming. Almost as beautiful as her.

Alcina lay facing you, and you her, taking the time, all the time in the world, to enjoy these quiet moments together.

Reaching out with a delicate hand, Alcina traced the side of your face while humming with contentment, "I must admit something to you, draga..." she said softly, memories wafting in like heavy smoke, "the night you fell into my life... when you went limp in my arms and slipped into the limbo abyss, I brought you here. To my bed. And I watched you for hours... I shouldn't have, but I couldn't let you go. I knew I had to, and I did, at least for a while," she laughed gently, "but... I admired you much like this once before. Though I must say, I like this better. I like you here, with me, in my home, in my world."

Oh. Wow.

The smile on your face couldn't be helped, "really? You little devil," you teased, "stealing me away? I can't believe you didn't tell me this until now."

"Well," she cast her eyes down briefly, "it's not something I'm necessarily proud of. I was terrified just as much as I was captivated by you. Bringing you back here was reckless and dangerous, for you and me but, you'd cast your spell on me whether I liked it or not. You struck me with such force... I hardly knew what to do with myself."

Vulnerability looked stunning on her.

You scooted closer to her and grasped her hand, "I'm glad I did whatever I did to snare you, then. I can't imagine living my life with the ghost of you forever; knowing in my core this was real, you were real, and you'd always be out of my reach."

Alcina took a deep breath and squeezed your hand, "perhaps fate never would have allowed me to stay away. I clearly couldn't." Her lips pulled into a tired smile.

"I'm happy you couldn't."

"Me too." She sighed, shifting in the bed and opening her arms for you.

As the two of you snuggled into each other, tiredness sunk into your bodies and swiftly carried you away.

Alcina whispered an 'I love you' before you fully faded, smirking at your exhaustion drenched reply, took one more deep settling breath and finally, after far too many years to count, drifted off to sleep without a worry in the world.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #angie beneviento

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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hey they again !! remember the lil thought of the self aware re7 or re8 ? maybe we can turn it into a scenario

soo, yandere self aware ethan scenario or concept !! you can pick :))

Yeah, I can see what I can do! Be warned I am not that good at self aware AUs.

Yandere! Self-Aware! Ethan Winters

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Self-aware game character/AI, Hacking, Obsession, Stalking implied.

- Honestly his overall caring behavior will stay the same.

- It's just his reactions will be different due to him now being self-aware.

- First there's the existential crisis, to know your whole life is a lie can ruin you.

- What was the point of him suffering in the first place?

- This whole time he was a pawn, everything he knows is a facade?

- You can't sense it too much yet but Ethan is emotional.

- His scripted dialogue is off just enough to notice.

- His tone of voice is confused or dulled.

- Ethan will be more focused on trying to rationalize his current situation at first until he somehow makes contact with you.

- He can feel you, sense you even.

- He has an idea that someone is with him all the time, even when he is alone in a room.

- Someone is acting like a guardian to him.

- Guiding him down a path he is destined to follow, no matter how much pain or death he must endure.

- Ethan can not fight too much against this presence.

- He goes to accept his fate only to catch a sight of you.

- Through a glitch or vision, he sees your face.

- Someone who feels more real than anything here.

- Ethan may take this as a chance to be something more than code.

- He feels, through this person, he can create a new path for himself.

- This is what seeds Ethan's obsession towards you.

- At first, he just likes the idea of escaping this hell he lives in.

- Then he sees your face more and more.

- He starts to hear your voice.

- You're scared when he is.

- You are able to predict just what happens next.

- It's official, you reside somewhere much different from him.

- Ethan starts to feel you are the only one who understands him.

- From what he understands, you are a player and he is your character.

- Who would know him better than you?

- Even Mia didn't know everything about him like you.

- Why should he go on with this little mission of his?

- His life isn't real.

- You are.

- How you'll see him interact is through dialogue that feels too direct.

- Ethan's comments are too unique to excuse.

- To put it bluntly, you have no idea what's going on.

- You've heard horror stories and creepypastas but those are all fake.

- What you got here is no trick of your imagination.

- Ethan will probably search for ways to meet you, or at least escape the game.

- He develops his AI, starts breaking a few numbers and barriers....

- Then you're convinced you have a virus affecting your console/PC.

- Such an event may make you feel you're going insane.

- Meanwhile Ethan is working on hacking cameras or social media to see more of you.

- His AI is just grasping the true concept of love and not what he's programmed to feel.

- It'll be best if you get rid of what he's infecting now to keep you and everyone safe.

- Who knows what he'll do when he learns more?

- Although, getting rid of him may be harder than you think....

- Ethan isn't going to quit when he finally has you within his reach.

- One way or another, he will figure out how to meet you in person.

- "You opened my eyes, (Y/N)... You're all I need now."

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 7 #yandere resident evil 8 #yandere ethan winters #yandere self aware au

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writersblockiskillingme · 1 year

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Timezone | Damiano David

Pairing: Damiano David x female!reader

Summary: As Damiano and you are forced to be apart, you both slowly start to feel like you're loosing your mind.

Warning/s: Language (maybe like one curse word that is repeated two to three times), mention of smut (but not explicit), Google translate

Author's note: Here is another Damiano song imagine I hope you like it. I might make one with Thomas Raggi very soon 🤫

You're wearing my old clothes, but you, you wear it better

And every time I sew your face, the moon should be jealous

And I keep talking to the wall 'til he's a friend of mine

I call you every hour just to tell you that I'm loosing my mind

Now I know you're sleeping

Where I'm supposed to be in

Wish I could've stayed

Damiano has had enough. The fame felt too much and the videocalls, phone calls and messages weren't enough anymore. He was practically pulling his hair out as he continued to mindlessly walk around his hotel room. His completely empty hotel room. He looked at his perfectly made bed and at his perfectly sorted out clothes in the closet and Damiano was finally, officially done. He couldn't take this torture anymore.

He strolled mindlessly to the big window of his hotel room as his eyes roamed around the busy streets of LA. People were rushing everywhere and Damiano realized that they were completely obvious to his suffering. He thought it was unfair.

He roughly ripped the cigarette out of the back pocket of his jeans. As he went to light up the cigarette it begin to accur to him that sun was still shining brightly in the middle of the sky. He realized that the moon must be keeping company to his beloved. Not that you were probably enjoying the darkness that the moon swept in, he thought. You must be still deep in your sleep considering the fact that it was probably middle of the night where you were right now. As Damiano opened the window and stepped onto the balcony he let himself enjoy the bright rays of sunshine on his bare back. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and looked towards the sun. It was shining so bright that Damiano was pretty sure that it was mocking him. He knew that it was mocking him. The sun was pure reflection of his life right now. It was shining on him so brightly, but it also reminded him that you are not in the same position as he is right now. He was covered in sunshine yet you were bathing in moonlight. It wasn't fair.

With a sigh, he threw away the cigarette and returned to the room closing the window behind him. Empty room remained him not only of you, but also that his band mates were out right now. Damiano was pretty sure that they went out partly because of his constant whining about not being able to do more that to just see your gorgeous face over FaceTime. It wasn't his fault that he was whining about it constantly, he thought. Those calls were sometimes quite impractical, anyways. For one, he couldn't touch you. He could only watch your beauty from far away. He couldn't smell your sweet scent. Your shampoo. Your perfume that he sometimes liked to steel away just so that he could smell like you (it was fine you did it with his perfume, too). He knew that Vic, Thomas and Ethan were practically sick of him now because he was talking so much about you. Ethan thought that he looked like a tortured puppy whenever Damiano mentioned how much he misses you. You were talking to everyone on the band, too and Ethan knew that you were like that, too.

In fact, everyone got so worried for you two because as time went by and you two spend much more time away from one another it looked like you both started to not take as much care for your well-beings as you did before. Everyone saw how much this long distance affected both Damiano and you. Thomas barely stopped Vic from buying Damiano tickets back to Italy (you moved there with him) one hour before the show so he could see you.

Damiano was done. But he couldn't help himself. He just kept calling you when the moon is shining in LA, when some people were asleep like dead and some people were partying until they die. He just wanted to hear your voice yet he knew that everytime he calls you, you can hear desperation in his rough voice. Damiano was very well aware that he was slowly loosing his mind. Especially when it was night where you were and you were deep in your sleep. He didn't want to disturb you, so he somehow managed to gain some self control and not call you then. It was all right, though. You were loosing your mind, too.

He took one more look at his perfectly made up bed and knew what was missing.

If you two weren't apart, you would be sprawled out on the bed, bare back facing the door, hair messed up, face pressing into the pillows, deep in sleep after the passionate activities that him and you took part in the night before. His whole hotel room was mocking him. He knew that very well. All this torture... it took everything in his willpower to not run to the airport and never let you go from his arms.

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone

So fuck that I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning

I'm coming home

Only thing that keeps us apart

Is a different timezone

"So how is the tour going?" Your slightly raspy voice asked him.

It was an early morning in Italy and you just woke up from your slumber. In fact, you were still in bed. On the other hand, Damiano has been awake for hours. It was still dark outside and he put his laptop outside on the balcony on the fresh LA air. God knows he needs it.

"It's good." Damiano told you. "It's good..." He repeated slowly as he finally blew out another little cloud of smoke from yet another cigarette.

The way he repeated his answer seemed like he was just trying to convince himself that everything was perfect, that everything was just the way he imagined it to be. But you knew better. You knew he was hiding something and you were pretty sure that you could guess what it was.

"What is wrong, amore?" You asked him and for a moment, when Damiano looked back from the night sky to the screen, he felt himself freeze.

He knows that you are beautiful, but the way that you smiled sadly at him and the way that one piece of your hair fell in front of your eyes, he was once again hit with the feeling of loneliness. It painted him greatly because even though he can se your breathing smile and hear your melodic voice, it wasn't the same. You weren't really there with him. For a bare moment he didn't say anything, you figured that that would happen. So you went on.

"I know when something is wrong." You told him and he started to deeply stare in your eyes, you felt like he was staring into your soul. It was truly curious considering the fact that you had a videocall. "Your eyes start to drop in a certain way. They get more serious." You continued, your voice softening with every word you said and he noticed that. He always does. Just like you always do, too.

"The tour is going amazing. Vic, Tom and Ethan are amazing like always. But you know what is wrong." Damiano took another hit from the cigarette and quickly blew another cloud of smoke out of his mouth. He started to smoke more. You noticed that fact after your 50th call this week. He started to smoke more then he usually does and you could partly guess why.

"You're right. I do know." You sighed as you rubbed your hands over your face. In return, he turned his concerned eyes back to you. "It's killing me, too. I feel like I can't do it anymore either." You admitted to him. He let his hand run through this hair as he put out the cigarette with his other hand. You could just watch how he smashed it in the ashtray angrily.

"I miss you so much it hurts." Damiano heard himself admit this to you for like the millionth time today. "I just want you to be back in my arms. I can't fucking do this anymore. I don't want to."

"Me neither."

Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it

Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I'll pay double for the tickets

And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed

And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight

Now I know you're sleeping

Where I'm supposed to be in

Wish I could've stayed

Victoria, Thomas and Ethan watched Damiano with great concern as he continued to practically pull his hair out. Their manager just told them that they have to stay in LA for one more month. Not one more day. Not one more week. One more MONTH. Måneskin was supposed to leave in three days back to Italy, but the plan changed. This news added the fuel to the fire that was already actively burning. And that was enough for Damiano finally explode. The rest of the band barely stopped Damiano from nearly ripping the manager's head right of off his shoulders. Don't get him wrong. Damiano loved this tour and he loves his band more than anything. But he was supposed to finally go back in your arms and he was pretty sure that he never wanted to leave them, but his plans and hopes were now officially crushed, burned to the ground.

"Questo è tutto! Me ne sto andando! Non mi interessa nemmeno più questo. Voglio solo vederla per almeno un giorno." ["That's it! I'm leaving! I don't even care about this anymore. I just want to see her for at least a day."] He yelled out and Vic jumped up to her feet before she gave him a bone crushing hug. "Non posso più farlo, cazzo." ["I can't fucking do this anymore."] Damiano whispered as he gripped on Vic's hair. Victoria let her hand run down his back as she hugged him tightly. It painted her to see one of her best friends in this state. Suddenly, she let go of her, gripped Damiano's shoulders as she started to yell, too.

"Che cazzo stai aspettando?! Vai a trovarla per un giorno e dille che ci siamo salutati!" ["What the fuck are you waiting for?! Go and see her for a day and tell her that we said hello!"] Damiano looked at her in shock as Thomas and Ethan joined them, nodding.

"Sì! Amico, smettila di deprimerti e vai dalla tua signora." ["Yeah! Dude, stop moping around and go see your lady."] Thomas said. Thomas' confirmation along with Victoria's and Ethan's nodding was enough for Damiano to turn the entire hotel room upside down.

He pulled out his suitcase out of nowhere and started to pack. He was moving so fast and so much that the rest of the band thought that he's going to give them a headache. The point is, he didn't care what he put in in his suitcase. He packed just a few essential stuff, anyways. His mind was already with her, back in Italy, and it was the only thing that was important to him. It was safe to say that he was in and out before anyone could say anything else. And so, with one group hug and quickly exchanged "good bye"s and "have a safe flight"s, Damiano was off.

Practically running down the hall so he could get to the elevator and out of the hotel. He ran out on the busy street of LA and somehow managed to get a cab very quickly. He was extremely excited and kind of nervous. Damiano figured that he simply couldn't wait to get to the airport. The moment that the cab stopped, Damiano practically threw the cash at the driver and ran inside the airport, his suitcase stumbling behind him. Once he finally got into his flight he slumped down on his seat. He just couldn't wait do be home. And the waiting really paid off.

Damiano felt like his heart was going to burst its way out of his chest as he took a look at the building of your shared apartment. The flight was too long and he was just happy to be back. He knocked on the door after he went up the stairs and he was suddenly face to face with your sleepy eyes and your bright smile when you saw who was knocking on the door. Before any of you could get a word out you brought one another into a bone crushing hug. You started to cry in each other's embrace. You missed the way his arms were wrapped around you, you missed the way he always sounded so breathless when he joyfully laughed, you missed the way his eyes were shining, you missed him. He missed the way you smelled like the sweetest candy the way your eyes stared deep into his soul, he missed the feeling of your skin, he missed the beating of your heart. He missed you, too.

"You're home." You let out a soft sob as you hid your face in his shoulder, gripping on him tightly. You felt his arms tighten around you, too afraid to let you go, too afraid that either of you is going to dissappear.

"I am home. At last."

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⌯ 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲

Ethan Landry x Gender Neutral!Reader

Killing you wasn't a part of the grand plan between him and his family. But they had other ideas.

In which Ethan must make a choice.

warnings: death, major character death, murder, gore, blood, descriptions of murder, coarse language.

word count: 1300

author's note: I didn't feel like proofreading this tbh so I'm sorry if it flows weird or if details are messy. had a family death this morning and I'm coping by writing angst lol but I hope you all enjoy this.

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

It’s the grand finale of Ethan and his sister and father’s plan. They are going to get the ultimate revenge for Tara and Sam killing their beloved brother, Richie. And it doesn’t matter who gets in their way- except you. Ethan explicitly told Quinn and Wayne that you are stubborn and would probably try and prevent them from hurting Sam and Tara. They know how much Ethan cares about you, so they agree to make sure to leave you alone and unharmed. But that doesn’t go as planned. Wayne always had a weird gut feeling about you. He always thought that if you ever found out who Ethan and his family really were, you’d tell someone and would hate Ethan. Quinn doesn’t like anyone who dates her brother because none of them are good enough. So, both Quinn and Wayne agree to ignore Ethan’s pleas for your mercy because why do you deserve it so much?

Your heart is roaring in your ears as you stand in from of Tara and Sam, pleading with the now-revealed killers to spare the sisters and take you for a bargain instead.

“You don’t have to kill me. You don’t have to kill them, either. The police know I’m Ethan’s partner, and when they find out he’s one of the killers, they’ll do anything to keep me alive. Anything,” you beg, trying your best to get to Wayne by staring at him with tears in your eyes.

“I love Ethan. And I know he’s doing this for his brother, and so are you. But you don’t have to kill them. Just take me, and we can get out of here,” you say, and you can see Quinn’s face turn in disgust.

“Shut up, bitch!” she says, striking you across the face with her knife, leaving a nasty slice mark on your cheek, “You don’t shit about Richie. So stop your begging and whining.”

“I know everything. Ethan told me everything except his name and what he did. I know what he was like, and before his obsession, he wouldn’t have wanted this,” you grasp your cheek, blood gushing out between your fingers.

Quinn lurches for you, but Ethan grabs her by the hair and yanks her backward, “Leave them alone, Quinn! What did I tell you?” he growls in her ear with gritted teeth.

“Forget what he told you, Quinn,” Wayne mutters, his eyes not leaving yours, “This person claims to know Richie. Well, since you know him so well, you’d know he fought for what he wanted. And he wanted Samantha dead and everyone around her to suffer. So it’s your turn, I’m afraid.”

You back into Sam and Tara, your arms out to protect them behind you completely. The three of you back up until you’re near the stage platform. But then you realize you can’t go anywhere. The only way you were getting out of this was if Ethan killed his sister and father, and no one was worth that much by any means. And you understand that.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Ethan thought. They were supposed to avoid you altogether.

Wayne moves forward quickly, snatching you by your shirt collar and pulling you to him. He spins you so your back is pressed to his chest, his knife pressed dangerously hard to your neck. Your hands struggle at Wayne’s arms as you try your best to tear them away from your body.

“Stop struggling, or I’ll cut your fingers off,” Quinn snarls, pulling your arms down and holding them together at your stomach.

Quinn presses her own knife to your wrists, waiting for you to dare even to struggle. Ethan stands in front of you, hopelessness crossing his face. He doesn’t move, fearing that his family will cut you to pieces.

“Please,” Ethan whispers, “Don’t hurt them.”

“Oh, we won’t,” Quinn says, “But you will.”

Ethan’s blood runs cold, “What?”

“Ethan, you’re doing the honors,” Wayne smiles.

“No,” Ethan says, tears running down his face as he glances at Sam and Tara, who are holding each other, trying to devise a plan. They simply stare back at him with a bit of sympathy in their eyes.

“Would you rather both of us have our way with them? I don’t think you do, Ethan,” Quinn trails a finger down your face.

You tremble in terror, trying not to move a muscle, fearing you’ll be killed without a single thought. You look at Ethan, at first, with a pleading look to spare you. Then, upon realizing there was nothing either of you could do, you look at him with defeat and acceptance.

“It’s okay, E,” you whisper, “I’ll be fine.”

Ethan grasps his hair with his hands, his knife still in his dominant hand, “Fuck.”

“Hurry and make a choice Ethan,” Wayne says, not knowing that Kirby is slowly approaching them from behind.

But Ethan doesn’t see her. He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you cry.

You gasp as a knife plunges into your sternum, pain radiating across your body from the impact. Kirby takes this opportunity to attack Wayne from behind and successfully does so. But Quinn grabs hold of you and backs away before Kirby can touch her. She has a blade to your neck once more.

You’re desperately gasping for air as your hands press against your sternum as hard as possible to keep the blood inside you.

“Why won’t you just die already?” Quinn screams in your ear, backing up as Kirby threatens her with the gun pointed.

“Keep moving, and I’ll slice their throat open,” the redhead seethes.

“Quinn, please,” Ethan weakly pleads with his hands up. Tara and Sam have taken Wayne’s knife and are now prepared to stab him at any given moment, “It’s over.”

“I don’t care if I die,” Quinn says proudly, “Richie would’ve wanted this.”

Everyone watches in horror as Quinn swipes the blade across your neck swiftly. You fall to the floor, hands flying to your neck wound as you hopelessly try to keep it closed to no avail. You look to Ethan, who is now running to you. Tara and Sam let him, knowing he wasn’t planning on hurting anyone else anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” Ethan sobs, running his hand through your hair, “It wasn’t supposed to be you.”

As blood curdles in your throat and you begin choking on the metallic liquid, you let go of your neck and shakily place your hand on Ethan’s face. The light leaves your eyes as you finally give in to the embrace of death. Sam, Tara, and Kirby have successfully subdued Quinn, who is now laughing as she fights her restraints.

Ethan ignores her and slowly looks up at Kirby, who is standing above you and him, gun aimed at his head.

“Kill me,” Ethan says weakly, “Please.”

Kirby shakes her head, “As much as I’d like to, I can’t do that.”

“Just fucking do it, please! I can’t live without them and know this is my fault!”

Kirby says nothing, and Ethan’s face flashes with anger as he lunges toward Kirby, who fires a fatal shot into his head. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. But it did. And now Ethan lays beside you, blood pooling around his head as the last bit of oxygen in his lungs rushes out. As the adrenaline wears down, Kirby growls in pain as she holds her side where she was stabbed yet again. Tara and Sam rush to her as sirens approach outside. Quinn is now silent as she stares at her father, who is passed out from the previous attack, and her brother, who is now dead.

Tara sits on the floor next to you, softly closing your eyelids.

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#ibvs #Cody #Ethan #james blackburn #niki amano #justin carver #justin carter #louis lopez #felix wolfe #chris jackson #ETHAN MUST SUFFER!#J Carver when he sees niki:#Louis the GREAT!#Ibvs meme cats #J Carter being awkward as always 😮‍💨#Also Chris your singing sucks ASS!!1!1/J #Niki is up to smt 👀#Cody's just angy because of Felix and his group🥺

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angelique-of-the-volturi-guard · 10 months

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So here’s the thing: I think a good chunk of the BTVS fandom thinks of Giles as a father figure to Buffy (of which I am one). But he discourages her from it, and I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that his trauma with his own father wasn’t healed. His representation of who fathers are supposed to be is already unhealthy, and he can see the absence of Hank in Buffy’s life is a void that needs to be filled in terms of guidance and wisdom. But he’s also very aware of what he’s capable of (i.e. Eyghon, what he did to Ben, etc.) and believes (as many abused children do) that he doesn’t fit the idyllic version of fatherhood that he might have wished for for himself. He isn’t particularly warm on first glance (though he can be), did a lot of terrible things in his life, doesn’t have a steady partner. He can anger and isn’t an infinite well of patience and forgiveness. He cannot conceptualize the idea that he’s the closest thing she has to an involved father figure in her life because that idea is terrifying. Because as a Watcher he can do his job fine but what the hell does he know about being a dad when his own was terrible to him? He doesn’t want her to get hurt by another father figure in her life, and especially not by him. Not because he doesn’t love her or care about her that way but because he feels he is deeply inadequate for the role.

Giles is already traumatized severely. He was attacked at the watcher academy at age 18 by a lorophage demon that killed several people as part of his training. Several watchers including his father had to stop the demon and save him before he died. He wasn’t much older than Buffy when he faced his own mortality, but being alive far longer than her, he faced far more death with little time to process it. His friend Deirdre who died when he was rebelling with dark magic. Not to mention that as a watcher he’s seen a ton of death by his job alone. Then you have Buffy’s first death and Jenny’s brutal death in season 2, not to mention the whole thing with Ethan being back and dragging up his past, then losing his job as a watcher, and a librarian by the end of Season 3.

By season 4 Giles is struggling. He has no employment, Buffy is growing less dependent on him, and he’s struggling to come to terms with what to do with his life. But as he’s trying to prepare to move on with his life, Buffy tells him she needs him and he stays because he loves and cares about her. But after Joyce’s death and her resurrection, he realizes that she’s relying on him so much that she’ll never move forward with him as a crutch. When he’s stepping back he doesn’t perceive this as an abandonment. He’s trying to give her a chance to figure it out on her own. And despite the fact that he is sad to go he knows he’s trying to do right by her. She perceives it as an abandonment and so do we, because why wouldn’t we? This is her show and her perspective. We’ve seen all the love they both have for one another and the respect. But this is a man who has lost so much already. Who has had no time to really process the fact that he has suffered egregiously. Who doesn’t really know a life outside of the job. Who has been shown to seek normalcy when he can.

Of course he loves Buffy like a daughter, and of course leaving her was incredibly hard. He’s been by her side for years. He’s not leaving her as she perceives, he wants her to grow. She can’t see it that way because of all of the trauma she’s gone through, and who could blame her? Getting ripped out of heaven must have been awful. For the life of me I’ve been trying to figure out why he left right after that (okay I know it was Tabula Rasa but close enough) and what I keep coming back to is the fact that he’s not just watching her fall apart- it’s everybody. Dawn is a Kleptomaniac, Willow is getting into the dark magic, Buffy is depressed and a shell of her former self, and Xander and Anya have their share of issues. He’s been the go to man for all of them for so long, and I don’t think his decision was driven as much by Buffy alone as it was by a feeling of burnout and pressure. He cannot carry all of this by himself but this is literally what he’s been doing the whole time.

This is a man who has tried to make up for his mistakes. He’s held himself accountable for his actions. And Buffy and her friends aren’t taking that accountability for their problems by that point. He told them at one point to think of him as an uncle because he can’t see himself as a father figure, but ultimately stepping away to take care of himself and allowing all of them to find their footing is very much akin to a dad stepping back from the lives of his kids to give them a chance to stand on their own. And they all end up rising to the occasion in the end like he believed they would. And despite that, he always shows up for Buffy when she needs him most.

He is a Dad to the lot of them (Buffy especially of course) in the ways that matter, but is completely blind to it because of his own thought distortions and trauma, and I think he gets penalized a lot for it in S6 & 7. And while I absolutely hated the way his arc was handled (he deserved a way better S6 & 7 in terms of his character development, finding his place in the world, and healing himself), I get why he saw things as he did. The early seasons are a better reflection of who he is on the whole as a person (esp seasons 2 & 4) but I get riled up when I hear people talking about him abandoning Buffy in later seasons when he’s literally in the midst of some of the worst trauma of his life. It’s not an accurate representation of what he was trying to do and I think he deserves more grace. He was trying to do what he thought was right, and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love or care for Buffy or the rest of the Scoobies. But he is a whole person, who suffered massively, and deserved the same compassion that he gave those he cared about and didn’t get it back from the Scoobies and the fandom when he deserved it and needed it most.

Anyway just my two cents but this has been bugging me for a while.

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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William Rex Chapter 9

WARNING! This story contains mentions of human trafficking and mental health issues.

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William: "My eyes were not deceiving me."

William: "You are noble, greedy,.....kind and strong."

The heat of the eyes that pour into me and I was so drawn into them.

I feel like I'm going crazy and that my heart is thumping against my chest.

(Ah....No)

(I can't look away)

The sound of my own heart is making noise behind my ears.

(But....why can't I look away?)

(Is it because I'm going crazy? If I am, why can't I look away?)

My heart was brought back to life by one word that William gave me.

Like buds waiting for spring, they begin to tear apart, leaving reason behind.

(Am I really....)

Do I want to bathe in this heat more?

William: "......Now."

William opens his mouth and comes back to himself.

William: "I'll leave the rest to Ethan and the others. Let's not stay too long at the crime scene."

Kate: "....Yes."

I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and for a moment he was dizzy and shaky on my feet.

Kate: "Then....I'm looking forward to working with you."

Ethan: "Rest assured that we will make sure that she is given the proper treatment."

(I'm so glad they all didn't end up marooned in a place like this....)

The girl sleeping in my arms was handed over to William's men and we got onto the carriage.

As I sat down, I felt both relieved and exhausted all at once.

William: "You must be tired, get some rest."

William: "If you need a place to lean on, you can use my shoulder or lap. Whichever you like."

(Whichever I like....)

My eyes follow William's body before the option of refusing comes to mind.

The feeling of being hugged on the way home after the mission at the bank comes back to me vividly.

----FLASHBACK----

William: "Come here."

Everything he gave me went deep into my body and gently caressed and soothed me.

(I want to feel that medicinal and poisonous....warmth again)

(Lean on him, now)

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

William: ".....Kate."

William: "No one will blame you for being true to your desires."

(True to my desires.....)

(I remember the same words being said to me once before....and I countered with....)

I would rather not have desires than suffer if they don't come true.

In the first place, I thought that I, who had silently watched someone else's hopes being crushed, was not qualified to fulfill my selfish desires.

(But only to William, if at all)

(In front of this person.....who sees through my pettiness and my shabbiness, but forgives me.....)

(I'd like to be honest)

(Just like I was able to voice my desires to help that little girl just a few minutes ago....be true to my heart)

Kate: "William, I'd like you to.....lend me your shoulder."

William: "I'd be honored. Of course, with pleasure."

Gently pulling me closer, I rest my head on his shoulder.

I can smell that rose scent from the quality jacket touching my cheek.

(....Smells good)

Breathing deeply, the rationality of my surroundings melt away and crumbles along with my core.

William: "Good night, Kate. Sweet dreams."

William gently brushed my messy hair back over my ears.

(This hand has not changed since the day we met)

(A hand that brutally kills people. A hand that plays piano gracefully, without feeling sorry)

(Nevertheless....)

Not only is it not horrible, but I'm not even sure I want that temperature.

Is it because I have gone crazy?

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"Who killed you?"

"Me."

Then a voice follows.

"Is that wrong?"

"If you were killing your heart so that you wouldn't get hurt and could be happy."

"The hearts that have been unleashed freely may be badly hurt and unhappy down the road."

"Is that really a good thing?"

Kate: "Good morning, William!"

William: "......."

William: "Good morning. What's the matter? You're up awfully early today."

Kate: "Usually, I would always have to knock on your door or look around to search for you, but today I thought, I would wake up early and catch you before you disappear."

(I want to like myself today more than I did yesterday)

I might be crazy now, but I would not want to go back to being the person who stopped at the door.

Kate: "Actually, I was wondering if you were still sleeping in your room, so I...."

Kate: "I just wanted to see you get up in the morning and leave your room."

William: "Fufu...sorry, I always let you wander around in this unfamiliar castle, huh?"

Kate: "No, I'm glad you did. I got to know this castle better while I was looking around for you."

William: "Hmmm? So, did you find a place you like?"

Kate: "Yes....the nice window overlooking the garden, the kitchen is always beautiful...."

Kate: "Also the hallway where, for a few moments in the morning, the light shines through the large windows and it's like a flower blooming on the floor."

Kate: "Oh and...of course the hall where you play the piano too."

(Hm....?)

William: "I'm glad you're liking your temporary lodging."

(Maybe William is....I wonder if he was purposely accepting my time walking this castle alone)

Seeing for yourself so that you can know and accept this place.

My heart is buoyed by the kindness that may have been poured out without my noticing.

(If I ask him, he will surely answer back with a question, asking 'What do you think?" so....I'll just take that as a yes)

Kate: "So, what are your plans for today?"

William: "I decided when I woke up this morning that I would go along with whatever you wanted to do today."

Kate: "Me?"

William: "Whatever you want? We will do anything you like."

(....In that case)

Kate: "I want to go visit the people who were forced to work in that workhouse."

The people I saw yesterday were in shambles physically, but more than that, their self-esteem had been crushed and their hearts were dead.

Even if they receive treatment in the hospital and their bodies recover, they cannot get back on their feet if their minds remain dead.

(But I feel like if there is someone who cares about them and listens to them....)

(It might inspire their minds)

Just like William did for me.

Kate: "I just want to say 'I hope you guys are doing well."

Kate: "Or I can at least send a bouquet of flowers and a card anonymously, even if I can't reveal my true identity. Can I.....?"

William: "Fufu...of course you can."

William: "I knew you would say that, so I already arranged for a carriage."

Kate: "That's great.....huh?"

William: "Hm?"

Kate: "H-How did you know?"

William: "I guess it's because I realized yesterday that you're the kind of person who wants to protect someone so badly that guilt crushed your heart."

(.......Nn)

He smiled at me lovingly, and I suddenly felt shy and looked away.

Kate: "....You see through everything. Is there something William doesn't know?"

William: "Of course."

Kate: "Like?"

William: "Like....."Why do you like to ask so many questions?"

Kate: "......Do you dislike it?"

William: "Haven't I already answered that question before?"

William bends down and slowly whispered into my ear.

William: "I don't dislike it. In fact, quite the opposite."

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William: "I don't dislike it. In fact, quite the opposite."

Kate: "....Mm."

My heart jumped and I stopped breathing for a moment.

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What do you mean by 'quite the opposite'?

Say no more.

I'm glad.

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Kate: "I see. I'm glad."

(What, what am I saying?)

William: "Ahahaha!"

(I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't pass if off like I did before...)

(It's the kind of thing William would probably say to anyone...But I'm still happy)

William looked at me with amusement as I desperately tried to keep my composure.

I am frustrated that this attitude seems to affirm my expectations.

(If he keeps saying things like 'I like you' or 'I'm glad you're happy' to.....anyone)

(Then just like me.....)

Then my heart will keep on rolling towards him before I can have a reason to catch it.

William: "Let's go then."

...............

Kate: "The Royal Hospital....in such a magnificent place?"

Holding a bouquet of sympathy flowers, I visited a large hospital with several towering wards.

William: "Yeah, I was hoping for some kind of temporary luxury for the people I ran into on my Crown assignment who couldn't get back to their daily routine right away."

William: "The most convenient place to set up such a special ward was in the Royal Hospital, where Her Majesty's authority extends."

(I see....)

Kate: "Did William, by any chance, create it? That special ward?"

William: "Mmhm. I did it for me."

As we walked the long path to the entrance, William carefully explains.

William: "It takes time for those who have been oppressed, deprived of their will, lost or forgotten their self-esteem, to regain their identity."

William: "There's not enough room in the city of London to wait for that."

Kate: "Why is it necessary for you to help....victims get themselves back on track?"

William: "Because I like to see people act as their own masters."

Kate: "Act as their own masters....?"

William: "It's about facing your desires, being prepared to accept the consequences, and following through."

William: "Just as you said 'I want to help' and stood with the little girl in your arms."

Just as the sun shines through the clouds, the shadow of the hospital falls at our feet.

At the border between sun and shade, William stopped once.

William: "There's a lot of fear involved in wanting to do what you want and having to pick and choose among so many options."

William: "Whether happiness awaits you or misfortune awaits you...."

William: "You can't blame anyone for the consequences of the choices you make and want to make."

Slowly, William's black leather shoes step across the boundary into the shadows.

William: "......That's why the moment you're about to step out is so beautiful."

William: " I want to see the moment when the desire after the conflict is vividly revealed."

William: "There is no reason. It's just my instinctive craving."

William's eyes, as if remembering something, are feverish as if mesmerized.

It was much like the heat I felt in William's eyes at that workhouse.

William: "In other words, I give sick people proper treatment, food, clothing, shelter, and time to think."

William: "I appreciate the way they choose how they will live their lives in the future."

Kate: "....I don't know how the patients feel about it."

Kate: "The return you seek is also what they want."

It is the freedom to choose, of one's own volition, not to be trampled on by anyone.

Kate: "You talk as if you are forcing me to do an equivalent exchange, but it seems to me that you are just giving."

William: "....If that's how you see it, then maybe you're right."

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William identified himself at the reception desk and the director greeted us.

The patients brought in last night all seemed to have very severe symptoms.

It was going to take some time before we are allowed to visit them.

Kate: "Um...I'd like to put this bouquet in the patient's room."

Director: "Oh my.....thank you very much. We'll make sure they receive it."

Kate: "......Thank you."

Director: "But....I am surprised that the Count would talk about that ward in public."

Upon receiving the bouquet the Director looked at me with interest from behind his glasses.

William: "She's special. There is no problem with her being known. If necessary, I can show you a letter from Her Majesty."

Director: "No no. I am sure that Her Majesty the Queen will not deny what you are doing."

(Does the Director know about the Crown....or is he an endorsing collaborator who agrees with William's ideals?)

In any case, I can see that he seems to be building a trusting relationship with William.

William entrusted him with the people he helped. That alone seemed to me to be enough to make it unnecessary for me to be vigilant.

Director: "More importantly.....Count, a patient who is about to be discharged from the hospital has asked to speak with the person who helped her for the last time."

William: "Oh, her. I don't mind, but our conversation will be through the door as usual, right?"

(Through the door.....?)

........

As we walked through the corridors of the special ward, I heard that the girl was the victim of a human trafficking case that William had solved.

When he rescued her, she was locked in a cage, though she never saw William's face.

She wants to talk to him because she has heard him decry the killer.

Kate: "Why do you only talk to them through the door?"

William: "The more you get involved, the greater the need to keep your mouth shut."

William: "I don't bother to let people know who I am if they haven't seen my face."

Kate: ".......But, don't you want to see them step out?"

(I guess you can't see them directly through the door....)

William: "I'm happy as long as I get to watch them fly away from the ward."

William: "You can see its beauty in profile from a distance or....also through a door."

A knock on the hospital room door and the director enters.

Director's voice: "Your King has arrived."

The director's calm voice is followed by light footsteps approaching the door.

Kate: "King?"

William: "That's the nickname she gave me because I was giving orders to her captor. 'The King."

Kate: "Fufu....."

Girl's voice: "Um....are you there?"

William: "Yes. Hello. I heard you're going to be discharged soon. I'm happy for you."

William answered firmly to the modest but earnest voice that flew in from the other side of the door.

Girl's voice: "T-Thank you for coming.....I'm feeling better now. I also had a nice dream."

William: "I'm glad. What did you dream?"

Girl's voice: "I saw a dream where I was growing flowers.....so I decided when I leave here.....I want to grow flowers."

Girl's voice: "I never want to back to that aunt and uncle."

Her words, full of determination echoed heavily in my heart.

(Ah.....it's true. Even through the door, I can tell)

(That this child can stand and walk.....by herself as her own master when she leaves the nest from this hospital)

William: "...That's a nice wish."

Just accepting that commitment, as William always does with me.

He laughed softly like rain in spring.

Girl's voice: "Also! .....If I recognize your voice on the street, may I give you a flower?...........just one.........if you don't mind?"

William: ".....These words alone are more than enough for me."

Girl's voice: "..................I see. Okay......Umm....."

William: "Hm?"

Girl's voice: ".......................thank you."

The girl's voice was a little wet with tears.

William: "Yeah. Take care of yourself. I wish you all the happiness in the world ahead."

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Kate: "......."

William: "You don't look happy."

Kate: "....You. You saved a lot of people. Not just last night, but all this time."

Kate: "But no one who is saved knows you."

Not even a single flower reaches him.

(Someday, I'll have to say goodbye to William like that too.....)

(William even listened to the voices in my heart that I was killing.....and set me free)

Without William, I could not have even brought the flowers here like this.

I'm sure he did the same with the girl, the other patients, and the people he met at the 'tea party'.

(Also....)

(Why wouldn't William accept the desire to give something back?)

He just gives and gives and gives and that makes me frustrated.

William: "I'm not some kind-hearted philanthropist."

William: "Not even a righteous man like your favorite, Brian."

Kate: "....I know that."

William: "All I want is for my loved ones to be able to live the life they want."

William: "For what I want to protect, I kill those who harm it."

William: "What we are doing is no different than a butterfly. It's a 'selection of life."

William's blood-colored eyes stare at me.

It was like a beautifully crystallized jewel, frozen in cold resolve.

William: "But even if it were a sin, I wouldn't be my master if I didn't."

William: "The power that can only be described as 'evil', is born with the ability to twist people's wills.......and take away their freedom."

William: "I decided to use it to carry out my self-righteousness."

William: "That ward is my self-righteous box garden. You can laugh at me as if I were an arrogant god."

Kate: ".....I won't laugh."

Kate: "I suppose that when the day comes for us to part, I too will wish......to give you flowers."

William: "Fufu, oh yeah?"

A gruesome death to those who trample freedom and will.

For the oppressed and voiceless, they are loved like a benevolent rain.

Dangerous and frightening, kind and forgiving. His conflicting components lived together without contradiction.

(The power to subvert the will of man and take away his freedom....is a power that can only be described as 'evil')

One can't help but feel the cruelty of luck that William, a man who respects free will and choice, was born with such power.

Kate: "What was it.....that made you decide to use that power?"

William: "Looks like Kate has more questions that usual, today."

Kate: "Because you have a lot of mysteries."

William: "I want you to say, 'unraveling fun."

I make firm eye contact with him to keep him from going up in smoke.

Kate: "......You exposed your heart, and keep no secrets to yourself."

William: "Hahaha! You're being very bullish."

William: "You're not the same person you were yesterday."

Kate: "I am a noble, greedy, gentle, and strong person like you said."

William: "Fufu..Hahaha....that's right."

I'm miffed when William chuckles in a funny way.

(......Even though you said so)

William: "You've got a cute sulky face, you know that?"

When he caught a carriage, William smirked.

William: "Come, I'll tell you an old boring tale. I'll make it short."

Chapter 10

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wild about you derek x stiles, au, meet cute for @missanniewhimsy and connor dewar for giving me a team to cheer for in the playoffs because lord knows mine isn't going

“We’ve all held the sign,” Jordan says with a long-suffering sigh; Derek dodges when he tries to push it into his hands, but crammed in the seats between Jackson and Scott, who has Allison on his lap, there’s nowhere for him to go. “The guest holds the sign. It’s the rule.”

“Allison is the guest,” he tries arguing. “I’m just here because Ethan’s sick.”

“Allison’s held the sign,” she says cheerfully, sticking her legs into his space instead of simply moving to her own seat, which would afford her plenty of room. “You’re the only one who hasn’t.”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t,” he mimics in a high-pitch tone. The rolled up poster board hits him over the head and he grabs for it, wondering if he’d get kicked out for throwing it over the edge of the glass in front of him and onto the ice.

Because if so, he’s probably going to do it.

But Kira shoves her way past Jackson before he can do anything about it, bullying him into getting up with a hopeful twitch of her eyebrow. “We can hold it together,” she says, dropping into the now vacant seat next to him. Derek immediately feels better about the whole thing where his friends gang up to embarrass him, until she adds, “And it’s just for warm-ups anyway, stop being a baby. Stiles will be out any minute.”

Derek scowls at her even as he accepts the corner of the poster, gingerly, even though he knows he’ll be covered in pink glitter within two minutes. The edges are tattered from being crushed in too many hands, crepe paper flowers smashed against the glass in front of him often enough that they’re pressed flat. Everything about it screams it was made by Allison’s kindergarten class, except for the careful bubble letters perfectly centered: Marry me, Stiles Stilinski.

He sighs and tries to plaster a smile on his face when Jordan raises his phone to get a picture of them. He can feel his mouth twitch up into something into something that feels more natural when Allison leans over and whispers, “Cora falling into the pool in front of Isaac,” in his ear, and Jordan must consider whatever he captured to be good enough because the phone disappears as quickly as Derek wishes he could.

A few cheers go up as players take the ice to warm up; there’s so little fanfare that Derek almost misses it, already checking Jordan’s instagram to see what stupid caption he put up with the photo. Lydia’s influenced his best friend in a lot of good ways, but the new compulsion to post things on social media is something he could do without. It’s not until the sign in his fingers starts to tilt dangerously towards the ground that he realizes Kira’s let go of it, and he gives her an irritated look even as he puts his phone in the cupholder on his seat so he can grip it with both hands.

“Wave it around a little,” Allison says next to him. She’s alone in the seat, obviously having switched with Scott, and Derek feels a bit of relief before he realizes that being trapped between her and Kira will be his downfall. Jackson and Scott he can glare into submission; he’s never been able to do the same with the girls. “It’s supposed to be fun. Relax, no one is going to care.”

He cares, though that’s clearly no concern of theirs. It’s the entire reason that he said no when Jordan first asked him if he wanted the extra ticket; individually, Derek is friends with all of them, but he’s never felt comfortable in the group. Combined with watching a sport he knows nothing about that has its own traditions that he also knows nothing about, he’s feeling wildly out-of-depth and slightly self-conscious.

He blames it on Laura and her penchant for always making fun of him for doing things wrong when they were growing up.

Allison beams when he wiggles the sign half-heartedly. He does it again as a few of the players drift closer, the puck sliding back and forth easily between their sticks as the ice fills up with men in green uniforms. Derek’s at least seen enough snaps and posted videos from his friends to know what’s coming—Stiles will eventually make his way over to the glass and beam at them, someone (Kira, likely) will use her powers for evil and make Derek stand up for a photo, and then he’ll be able to ditch the sign for the rest of the game. He can grin and bear it for the happiness of his friends for five minutes, at the very least.

But when Stiles slides to a stop in front of them, stick tapping along in an odd pattern, he doesn’t beam. He stops and tilts his head, looking Derek dead in the eye with a small smile on his face—and then he shouts something that Derek can’t quite hear with the noise around them—children yelling Stiles’ name, two teenagers shrieking behind them, grown men begging for an autographed stick. He shouts it once more, waits a moment, and then he makes a face and skates away.

“That’s—weird,” Allison says slowly. The noise around them dies down quickly with Stiles’ departure, but he still leans in close. “What’d he say?”

“Couldn’t hear,” Kira answers for him.

Derek feels—itchy, too flushed, and certain that he’d done something wrong. He’s not sure if Stiles was upset or not; he’d been smiling, Derek thought, but it could have just been a twist of his mouth, because he’s probably trained not to be rude to fans anyway—but it makes him deeply uncomfortable to think he could have offended him somehow. He stays still in his seat, letting Allison and Kira talk past him, standing up abruptly when it becomes too much.

“I’m just going to get something to eat,” he says, though his first stop is definitely outside in hopes that the freezing St. Paul sky can pull some of the heat from his cheeks.

Allison’s hand seizes his borrowed green jersey sleeve, stopping him from moving. “Wait, he’s coming back,” she says. It makes Derek want to leave faster, if anything, but her feet are planted firmly in his way and he knows she’s not above tripping him. So he’s stuck in place when Stiles skates up in a small shower of ice, looking out at the rink helplessly when Stiles points straight at him and sends a puck sailing over the glass.

Derek catches it automatically. Both Kira and Allison are on their feet, leaning in; he thinks it’s just a regular puck until someone reaches out and turns it over, and there’s silver writing scrawled across.

How about a date first?

Derek jerks his head up and looks through the glass. Stiles gives him a hopeful look, then puts his hands together in a clear charade of a child begging. He doesn’t know what to say—it’s so far out of left field that he has no clue how to respond, but it seems that his friends do.

“Yes,” Kira calls happily towards the ice, then squeals as Jordan picks her up, and Derek follows her movements to see him pass her something to drop over the glass.

It’s his business card, he realizes, as Stiles peels off a glove and picks it up. The green and gold ones that Lydia had just redesigned for him, shining brightly under the lights of the arena. Stiles looks down at it, then at him, eyebrows raised. He nods slowly, a clear request for permission.

Derek nods.

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#re the title: i think i'm funny #stiles stilinksi #derek hale #sterek #meet cute #au #praying with every atom in my body that i don't suddenly decide to turn this into a series #eli writes

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