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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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i’m just saying but your “proof” of them being together is normal stuff friends do who are extremely close. i’ve done it with my best friends throughout my life. and i think you really should respect the fact they have all said they get uncomfortable when being shipped with their friends. plus aren’t you setting yourself for disappointment when they come out and they’re not together?

24th July 2023. All these years later and people like you still exist? Still sending questions like these?

and I think you really should respect the fact that they have all said that they get uncomfortable when being shipped with their friends

I guess we are, aren't we? Fine. Let's do this. Before we begin, please note that ONLY 2 MEMBERS have only ever addressed their shippers. Two. Not ALL. Idk who lied to u and told u they have ALL told people to stop shipping them. Shipping has been a culture in Kpop since time immemorial. It's literally part of their training. That's why they do fanservice, dum dum. V and Suga are the only two members who have ever shut down their shippers. V for Taekook and Suga for... what do you call Suga and RM together? Sugamon? Namga? Namyoon? Whatever tf their ship name is, I have no idea.

Anyway, let's jump into it. Bon Voyage season 3 episode 2.

One very important thing to note; Jimin understood the waiter perfectly. First, the waiter asked how many of them there were.

JK replied by asking for the menu

But Jimin replied; they wanted a table for 2

Second, waiter saw all the staff recording them and asked Jikook if they were camera men. Jimin for some reason said yes 😂😂

Again, JK did not understand and Jimin had to translate

So just so it's clear, Jimin understood that waiter very well. With that in mind, let's proceed.

So they go to order and JK with his limp wrist (bless him) drops his iconic "together bam"

The waiter points at them both and says "together? Alright."

Some people hear; "you're together?" And others just hear "together" anyway. It doesn't matter. If you watch the clip here you will see the waiter clearly gestures to both of them and says that. He's understood they're a couple which is why Jimin cracks up.

We have established Jimin was getting everything and he understood what the waiter meant but guess what, anon? He didn't correct him. Even if his English was quite bad at this time he knew how to say "no" but chose not to. Instead he just laughed it off. So, Jimin had a chance to shut down a Jikook rumor but... 🤷🏽‍♀️

People still thought the waiter didn't think they were a couple until an Army visited that restaurant and confirmed that was the case.

Remember when Jin asked them if they were a couple and again they just laughed it off?

Remember when RM asked if they were a couple since they were matching like a couple? Remember how once again Jikook could have denied this but didn't?

How strange anon. All these chances to shut down shippers and still they refuse to take them.

Jimin actually mumbles something after RM asks that but it doesn't get translated and even Kjikookers have admitted they can't hear it clearly. But I have heard a few say it sounds like Jimin said "we're married."

But since its not very clear, we don't go around celebrating and spreading it. Still... 😌😌

I am so confused as to where you heard that Jikook shut down their shippers. When did this happen, I wonder? Was it when JK had Jimin's ear in his mouth? Was it everytime Jimin tried to kiss JK? Or was it when they both admitted Jimin sucked on JK's neck long enough to leave a bruise aka hickey?

I've done it with my best friends through out my life.

Now anon listen, I dont judge people. Trust me, not only because the Bible says thou shall not judge, but also because I've had my fair share of slutty moments. So I will not sit here and judge you for sucking on all your bestfriends' necks and leaving bruises. How do their lovers feel about this, btw? I won't judge you if you get the urge to caress your bestfriend's balls just because. And I definitely won't judge you because you like to footsie your friends' dicks. All I can tell u is u need to be careful because it could get messy real quick. Because if someone did this to me it means they want to fuck me. And that messes with the friendship dynamic.

Idk what brought you to my blog. But I'd advice you to know your shit before you come my way next time. Have a good day and God Bless 🙏🏽

Bonus for my fellow Jikookers; Malta Jikook looking at eo. And JK is most definitely obsessed with those bratz lips 💋

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alwaysonthemend · 4 months

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Part IV: Storm's a Brewin'

Author's Note: Sorry in advance for the cliffhanger lol. I promise I won't make you wait too long ;)

Word Count: 3812

Warnings: Graphic depiction of death and violence / torture / blood / swearing / pirate shit

18+ only. Minors DNI

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Sleep had been fitful – I had tossed and turned the whole night through, never quite falling fully asleep. Giving up, I had risen and sat myself at Jacob’s desk, prepared to begin the painstaking task of translating my father’s codes.

These codes are difficult to translate as they are all just a strange amalgamation of different symbols from all across the globe – some Norse, some taken from the Natives in America, some from old sailor’s journals. And some of the symbols are made up, unique to whoever wrote the cipher.

And that is where the difficulty lies in decoding them.

The first page had been relatively simple. Just a few cardinal directions and talk of a mountain-scape that lies “at the end of all things” – whatever that may mean.

Though I had become increasingly more nervous as I translated, as one singular word kept repeating itself.

Danger.

Over and over and over again that word was printed. Danger of what? It does not yet say. But it leaves a strange feeling in my stomach, as though we are all travelling towards something that we cannot begin to understand.

That one word, scrawled over and over again in my father’s hand felt wrong. My father was not a man who was easily frightened. Nor was he an overly cautious one. And yet here he was, repeating this one word over and over again. It leaves a sour taste on my tongue.

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The sound of heavy footfalls above deck breaks me from my concentration. I straighten from where I had been hunched over the pages, straining my ears to listen.

“Avast! Hoist the black flag!”

That’s Jacob’s voice, calling loudly over the din.

A sudden booming noise rings out and I gasp as the sound hits my ears. The whole ship rocks and groans. Startled, I rise from my place and dart to the door. I throw it open quickly and begin a mad dash towards the stairs. Just as I reach the bottom step to begin my ascent, Daniel’s large frame makes its way through the hatch.

“Miss! Stay down here. We are under attack!” He calls, words frantic and spilling from his lips quickly. “It is not safe for you on deck.”

“Under attack by whom?”

Daniel does not answer right away, instead grabbing me by the shoulders and leading me back to the captain’s room.

“In here.” He ushers me through the threshold and shuts the door behind us.

“Daniel, by whom?” I demand, my voice rising a few octaves.

“We do not know, miss. They had black flags, so we hoisted our own but they continued their attack anyway.”

The ship rocks again as yet another boom sounds from above and I cringe at the sound of the wood creaking and groaning.

I look to Daniel, hoping that he might ease my nerves, but he looks just as concerned as I am. His eyes are trained on the door, his head tilted as he listens.

“Daniel?” I start, but he shushes me.

The distant sound of men’s cries make my heart begin to pound. Anxiety wraps itself around my chest like a vice, squeezing the air from my lungs as I think of Jacob up there. Skilled as he may be, he is injured.

“Daniel, please.” I whisper and finally he turns his eyes to look at me.

He quirks a brow, silently telling me to continue.

“The Captain… his fighting arm is injured. I-” I silence myself, unable to formulate my worries further.

Another loud crash from above. The ship rocks. Men are yelling.

“The Captain is skilled with both hands. He will be alright.” Is the only answer Daniel gives.

We both fall back to silence, listening.

There are no more sounds from above. The ship is steady and it seems that the attack is over.

“Stay here.” He says, before slipping out the door.

“Daniel!” I call, but he’s gone.

I stand there for a long moment, debating within myself whether to follow or not. The last time I snuck away had not ended well, but the worry brewing in my belly is too much for me to bear down here alone.

Huffing a breath, I slip out the door and follow.

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Joshua POV

The adrenaline from the attack begins to wear off, leaving in its wake a bone deep exhaustion. We had not been prepared. Least of all for an attack from our own people.

We had been forced to kill them. Their bodies now lay on the deck, their blood oozing into the wooden beams of the Starcatcher. For some reason, the thought makes me nauseous. When we first set out on this God-forsaken journey… I never imagined that we would have to kill. Let alone so many. And yet here we are, our hands drenched in blood.

Jacob had sent the remaining crew (we had lost three in the melee) up to the deck to dispose of the bodies and clean the best that they are able. Myself, Samuel, and now Daniel, stand and watch in silent horror as Jacob drags the captain of the enemy ship (he calls himself Avery) across the floor – pushing him roughly into a chair. Jacob has his cutlass drawn, its blade dripping red already as he points it. I hate the sight of it.

“Who the fuck sent you?” Jacob demands, a dangerous edge to his voice. His eyes are narrowed and that terrible, stone-like expression sits on his face. My twin he may be, but sometimes I find even myself intimidated by him.

Avery only narrows his eyes before spitting a glob of saliva at Jacob’s shoes.

“No one.” He answers, eyes blazing defiantly. “No one sent me.”

“And I don’t believe you.” Jacob answers back.

“You’re not special. We saw a ship. So we attacked. We weren’t sent by anyone.”

“You attacked another ship with black flags?” Samuel demands from beside me, but there is a tiny tremble to his voice.

He had been rattled, too, by the death that had taken place above. I forget how young he is, sometimes. There is no doubt in my heart that he can handle himself and I worry not that he can carry his own. But still… he is only just a few years past boyhood.

“Guess we didn’t see ‘em.”

Jacob hums before turning to me.

“Ropes?”

I nod, stepping forward towards the man and rounding behind him. With little care, I roughly grab Avery's wrists and cross them behind the chair. I wrap the rope around them tightly, making sure to secure the knot well before stepping backwards. Jacob ‘s eyes flash to me and then towards Daniel and Samuel. I lock eyes with him for a moment. We stand frozen there for a moment as I read the words behind his eyes. He wants us to leave. Subtly, I shake my head and return to stand next to Sam and Daniel.

“You see,” Jacob starts, turning back to Avery and sheathing his cutlass. “I just can’t seem to believe you.”

“Pity.”

Jacob laughs suddenly, stepping in close so that he stands between Avery's legs.

“You have one more chance. Who sent you?”

“Fuck you.”

It barely registers as Jacob rears back and slams his fist into his face, the blow making his head snap to the side and a groan of pain to leave his lips.

Daniel gasps quietly beside me and Samuel takes a step forward. I grab his arm and hold him back.

I wish desperately that Jacob had sent them away at least.

“I asked, who sent you?” Jacob demands again, grabbing the man’s collar and leaning in close.

Avery spits out a wad of blood onto the floor.

“And I said fuck you.”

In a flash, Jacob’s hand reaches down, gripping his pointer finger and snapping it backwards. Avery cries out in agony, tossing his head back as his chest heaves. Jacob reaches down and grabs another finger but this time Avery stops him, his words tumbling from him frantically.

“Fuck, okay!”

Jacob pauses, hand still wrapped around his middle finger. He stares, and though I cannot see his face, I know what emotions lie there. Doubt, surely. And stone-cold rage.

“I don't know who he is. He sent me to find you."

“I'm not so sure I believe that, either.” Jacob answers ever so calmly, as if he has not just snapped this man's finger in two. I refuse to look at the damage. I would rather spare my mind of the sight.

With a sickening crack, Jacob breaks another finger. This time, Avery's scream rings out louder before trailing off in a pained whimper. All bravado gone, he looks up at my brother with pleading eyes.

"Fuck, stop!'

“Keep fucking talking! Everything. Tell me everything.”

“No.”

Jacob hums, stepping backwards and crossing his arms. He places his hand on the handle of his cutlass, running his fingertips over the metal.

“Keep talking. Or you lose your whole fucking hand.”

Avery whimpers again, shaking his head and blinking up at Jacob. No doubt the pain is making his thoughts fuzzy.

“He found me.” He finally relents, his shaky voice ringing out in the silence. “At Nassau. Said he wanted a ship called Starcatcher hunted down and sunk.”

“He knew my ship by name?”

He nods once before casting his eyes downwards to look at his mutilated hand. Immediately, he shuts them tight and looks away again.

“He said… He said leave no one alive except the girl.”

Jacob’s face twitches - a barely there sign that he's startled.

Daniel and Samuel both turn to look at me with wide, questioning eyes, as if I somehow know the answers. I do not look at them, instead keeping my eyes trained on my twin.

I knew that bringing a Calloway with us was dangerous, especially one who holds those damned papers. The papers that Jacob has dragged us all over the fucking seas for. They're a dangerous item to possess. Few know of their existence… but those that do want them. Covet them. The last remaining information on where it is. And it seems now that the secret is out. A target has been painted on our backs. And on her back as well.

Jacob leans in close to the man, his face merely inches from his and his voice is low as he speaks again.

“What was his name?”

Avery meets his gaze, a renewed fire in his eyes.

“I will not tell you.”

This time, the blow that Jacob lands on him is even harder. The crack of his nose beneath Jacob's fist makes me cringe. Blood pours down his face, coating his lips and chin.

Jacob rears back and strikes again. And again. Once more before finally Avery relents.

“Thomas! Thomas Lowe. Fuck, please. That's all I know! I swear that's all I know!”

The breath punches out of my lungs and it feels as though ice water has been dumped on my head. It feels like a dream… a terrible, awful dream that I must wake up from at any moment.

“You're a liar.” Jacob growls, fisting Avery's collar in his grip. “Thomas Lowe is dead. I killed him.”

The man shakes his head frantically, a crack in his submissive character at last. With a wicked smile - his lips stretched wide to reveal his red stained teeth, he shakes his head.

“You sunk his ship, aye. But did you ever see his body?”

“He's fucking dead.” Jacob says through clenched teeth, his body visibly shaking as his anger mounts.

“Killed your girl and you couldn't even kill him back.” Avery says with a grin, huffing a laugh as he watches Jacob’s face contort with guilt. “Some Captain you are.”

That does it.

“You don't know shit!” Jacob’s voice cracks as he screams the words, spittle flying from his lips before he strikes again.

With a ferocity I have never seen from him before, he lands blow after blow on the poor man. The sound of knuckles against flesh is sickening and the barely there groans of pain are muddled and wet with blood.

“Captain! Enough!” Daniel finally calls, running to grab Jacob by the shoulders and pulling him off.

With a mighty yell Jacob shoves him away, sending Daniel crashing to the floor. Without missing a beat Jacob turns back to continue his assault.

“Sam!” I bark, grabbing his arm and yanking him forward. “Help me!”

Jacob does not cease in his attack – only growing more frantic with each strike. There is no pause, no moment where he slows down. Blow after blow until at last Avery no longer moves, his head only lulling to the side with each strike as blood cascades down his face. His chest is still.

Jacob’s teeth are bared in a feral snarl as he fights against us. Samuel grabs his arms and pins them behind him as I grab his shoulders and pull him backwards.

“Jacob, he's dead! He's dead! That's fucking enough!”

It's like he can't hear as he keeps struggling against us. It takes both of us to keep him restrained, but he keeps fighting to break free.

“Stop!”

All three of our heads whip quickly around to see Y/n, her face awash with horror, standing just on the inside of the threshold. There are tears brimming in her eyes.

“Please stop.” She echoes, a tremble in her voice.

Like a switch has been flipped, Jacob stills.

As he does so, Daniel rises from his place on the floor, wincing quietly.

“I told you to stay in your room.” He murmurs, eyes casting towards my twin with a look I never thought he would ever give to Jacob: Fear. He is afraid of him.

“And I didn't listen.” She says, pushing her chin up and attempting to hide the shake in her words.

Samuel - our sweet, young Samuel, watches Jacob with wary eyes. He's afraid too.

Jacob does not speak for a long moment. His chest heaves and his hands - clenched at his side and sticky with blood, tremble. Finally, he shrugs his shoulders from my grip and with slow, deliberate steps, he walks to where Y/n stands.

She shrinks away from him, pressing her back into the doorframe as he passes by.

Just like that, he disappears out of sight.

“How much of that did you hear?”

She casts her eyes to me, a determined glimmer in her eyes.

“All of it. And I think you owe me an explanation for what the fuck is going on.”

I nod at her once, staring after where Jacob had disappeared. I feel as though I may vomit after such a display from him. Whoever that was… it was not Jacob. Not my Jacob at least. My Jacob would never have done such a thing. Least of all in front of his own little brother.

Samuel and Daniel are afraid of him. His crew – once his closest friends, are terrified of him. This poor girl, plucked from her home with no explanation, is afraid of him.

Dear God.

I think with detached horror.

I might be afraid of him, too.

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My heart pounds as I close the door behind myself and Joshua. For once, there is no aggression in his form as he regards me – in its place nothing but a sadness that makes me feel as though he might shatter before my very eyes.

“I am tired of the secrets, Joshua.” I tell him, sitting down heavily in the chair by Jacob’s desk. “Tell me the truth. All of it. I think I am owed that, at least.”

Joshua nods, sitting himself on the foot of the bed.

“It is a long story, lass.” He sighs, brown eyes boring into my own.

“We have time.”

He sighs deeply, his shoulders drooping – like he’s folding in on himself.

“What do you know of your father? Of your family?”

I shake my head, clasping my hands in my lap.

“Very little. My mother died when I was a child. My father not long after. I never was told anything.”

Joshua nods once, one hand coming up to tap his pointer finger upon his bottom lip. He looks so much older now as I look at him. For the very first time since meeting him, a pang of sympathy shoots through me.

“The Calloways used to be famous – they were always sticking their noses where they didn’t belong, inserting themselves in others business… and somehow always managing to make a profit from it. Your father was just like them. Until your mother died. He fell off the face of the planet.”

“After my mother, he was driven mad with sorrow. Or so my grandmother told me. I never knew what he was like before. I only knew the man he became.”

Joshua’s gaze feels piercing – like he’s looking right through me. This time, it does not make me feel threatened. There is pity there in his brown eyes. And though a part of me hates it, a small broken little part of my soul is oddly comforted.

“Rumour began to circulate that he was on the hunt for something… something that could bring someone back from the dead.” He pauses a moment and I hold my breath, afraid that if I break the silence he will stop speaking. But he carries on. “And apparently he found it. Or at least was told where it is.”

“It?” I ask him, leaning forwards slightly, my palms growing clammy.

“A mirror. A mirror that is said to grant one wish. And your father found where it was.”

“He was always gone.” My eyes fixate themselves on the dim glow of the lantern. “We never knew where he was.”

“He was all over looking for its location – asking and begging and bribing until… I guess until he finally found someone who knew. But word got out, people heard that he had found what he was looking for. And of course… The promise of any wish granted had every living pirate out on the hunt for him. We are all doomed to one of two endings, Y/n: a watery grave or a noose. To wish for freedom… money, jewels… It is a tempting thing.”

“That is not what the Captain is after, is it?”

Joshua shakes his head.

“He seeks something worth far more than that. Just as your father sought to bring back your mother, Jacob wishes to bring back his wife. They killed your father for the information – And I fear this quest may claim Jacob’s life as well.” The last part comes out as only a whisper – an admission likely not meant for my ears at all.

The information swirls around in my brain – pieces clicking into place for the first time in my life.

“They killed my father, but he had already left the directions back in Easthallow… so they did not get them.”

“Aye" Joshua affirms with a nod. "But still people want them. And they know that you have ‘em. Jacob got to you first, but there is a target on our backs now.”

Detached dread courses through my veins. There has always been a part of my mind that knew that I would return home one day… that all this would just be a thing of the past in a few years time.

And yet here Joshua is, squashing any hope I once had. I am wanted. We all are. And as much as I resent Jacob for convincing me to come along on this journey… had someone else found me first I might not be alive now.

Either way, this knowledge changes everything.

“I cannot go back home, can I?”

Joshua meets my gaze with a sad smile.

“Afraid not, lass. Not now, at least.”

I nod, folding my hands back in my lap. My eyes prick with tears. This is more than I ever bargained for.

“Those papers,” Joshua starts, pointing at where they sit on Jacob’s desk, “they are the key to all of this. If we can just get to the mirror before anyone else does… before someone takes it for their own selfish uses, this all can end. We can find you somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one would think to look for you.”

“Thank you.” I whisper, casting my eyes to the glow of the lantern. There is one last piece though, one last question... though I know it is not my place. I ask anyway.

“Thomas Lowe… who is he? Jacob said that- that he killed him.” I cannot help but to stumble over the phrase. The thought of killing – especially Jacob doing it… it leaves a bitter taste on my tongue. I fear that I may have misjudged him. I thought he was different, kinder. I believed there to perhaps be a good man beneath his anger and cold exterior.I thought that he was not like all those other pirates that I have heard stories about.

“We thought he did. And there is still a part of me that hopes that man was lying.” He trails off, no doubt thinking back to what Jacob did to him. “There is no way for us to know, now.”

“Thomas Lowe killed his wife?”

“He did. A sick, twisted version of revenge.” Joshua says sadly. “It is a long and sad story.”

“I want to know it.”

Joshua opens his mouth, no doubt to decline, but I interrupt him.

“You all took me from my home. Your brother threatened to kill me. There is a target on my back and now you tell me that I cannot ever hope to return home. I am owed the full truth, Joshua.”

His shoulders slump. He senses that I will not back down.

“Before I tell you, you must understand that Jacob cannot know that I told you anything. He barely speaks about it even to me. And I was there when it happened.”

“I promise.” I tell him honestly, meeting his piercing gaze. “I would rather not be on the Captain’s bad side, anyway.” I murmur, clenching my hands nervously. Still, I am angry at myself for misjudging him so harshly. Charismatic and handsome as he may be… he’s a cold blooded killer like all the rest.

Joshua must sense my unease. Perhaps he sees the fear in my eyes as he suddenly sits upwards, eyes looking into mine almost frantically.

“My brother… the man you see today is not him. Not really.”

I raise a brow. I cannot yet bring myself to believe him.

“After everything that happened, he changed. He’s had a difficult life, Y/n. I beg of you to not judge him too harshly.”

“We’ve all had a hard life, Joshua. That’s the way of the universe. We all have dead people.” I argue, crossing my arms over my chest. “He killed a man with his bare hands.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Enlighten me, then.”

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not-so-allegiant-general · 9 months

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"Don't touch me" Hux hissed.

"Armitage please"

"Do not Armitage me now! I should have know better than believe in your empty promises! What kriffing agreement have you signed?" Kylo sighed. "Go on just Kylo. Tell me. What have you signed?"

Kylo sat next to him.

"I helped them track down still active First Order ships." Hux pressed his lips together.

"what else?"

" I gave them every access code i remembered"

"what else?"

"I agreed to put a tracker on me"

"Great. Again on a leash. You missed that so much right? What else? What now? I go back to prison so they could control you as they want"

Kylo smiled slightly.

"That's what you would do in their place right?"

"Yes! That's the most beneficial move."

"Thank force that we are not in First Order" Luke stood in the door. Hux crossed his arms on the chest.

"We gladly welcome the murderous uncle" Luke cleared his throat.

"Charming isn't he?" Kylo smiled.

"Shut your mouth you treacherous piece of trash"

"Charming It is"

"Listen." Kylo kneeled before him holding his hand. "We are getting out of here."

"Yeah?" Hux snorted " to what kind of remote rock? Let me guess in the middle of nothing and infested with porgs?"

"Its called Ahch-To"

"Ah. Points for me"

Kylo sighed and looked at Luke. He left them.

"Hux. Think about it. I know its far from perfect but its better than prison."

"Its just a bigger cage"

"Well at least it's bigger"

Hux rubbed his face with hands.

"Kylo"

"Listen. I am the one who signed It. So no tracker for you, no conditions for you. You understand?"

I am the traitor. I am the one who lied. I am the one who is helping an enemy so you don't have to do It. You don't have to hate yourself for it. You can hate me.

Hux touched his cheek.

Never. Never again. Thank you.

"Yes. I do. I just.."

" I know. We have to go. Let's get this off of you." He deactivated cuffs with force and kissed his wrists. Hux smiled lightly.

"When you do It it's really hard to remember that this is just an illusion of freedom" he closed his eyes.

"Then forget it."

"You know i can't." Kylo put a head on his lap for a moment and felt fingers in his hair. And he could stay like this forever. Forget about anything else. About agreements, cages, hate, illusions and pain. Forget about dreams, visions and fears. Even about force. He felt stable. He felt balanced. He felt peaceful. And he could only feel like this with Hux. Before Hux. On his knees. With head on his lap.

"I wish i could do to you the same you do to me" he said quietly.

"i don't need it."

"What do you need?"

"You know what. I can't have that anymore"

"Is It not enough you have power over me?" Am I not enough ? Am I ever going to be enough for you ?" Becouse let me tell you Hux you can do with me whatever you want."

Armitage smiled petting his hair. He tilted Kylo's chin.

"Kill me even"

"That's dangerous words" he whispered.

"Come with me, will you? Am not going to leave my husband alone in prison"

" We are going to be the worst living together married couple in entire galaxy Kylo."

"Drop It darling. We will be good. After all i have a ring and you said Yes right? There was even a kiss"

"Not only just kiss if i can remember correctly"

"Yes. Come. I promise it will be alright. "He stood up and gave him his hand. "Join me, please"

" You don't have galaxy to offer."

" No. Only myself" Hux sighed looking at his hand. There was something in him that was screaming to refuse it. To go back under the safe walls of pride, despair and hate. But he couldn't say no to those eyes. There was something that felt right about Kylo's presence. That suppressed fear and make him believe that everything will be alright. That he will be safe with him. He stood up and accept his hand, leaning on him.

"You're going to regret that" he sighed into his shoulders. Kylo smiled.

"Never. I can regret a lot of things but not you. Never you."

#armitage hux #star wars #kylux #general hux #kylo ren #hux #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #it was exhausting #reminded me why I don't write longer forms #especially in english #yeah i know it is actually short #but i hope you enjoyed

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aemonds-wifey · 1 year

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Summary: : You and Tom talk about the summer and what lies ahead

(Authors Note: 18+ / Smut/ Loss of Virginity )

“Bastard!” Tom spat

You nodded

“Pretty much.” You said. Holding on to Toms hand as you both sat against the wall of the bedroom in the boathouse “It’s alright…I hope Gretchen is happy with the George back stabbing Harper.”

His arm was over yours and you held onto his wrist “I would offer to go and punch his lights out but you slapping him is better” he chuckled “Remind me never to piss you off” he said kissing your temple.

You closed your eyes “I’ve missed you so much…”

His lips stayed on your skin, he inhaled the scent of your hair and closed his eyes briefly “I did too.” You kissed his hand, his knuckles and he exhaled slowly.

After a moment of silence you turned your head slowly “Tom I am so sorry I shouldn’t have said those things and I wanted to make things right -“ you started.

His fingers found his way to the outline of your chin “Nothing to apologize for Love….your here now…”

You leaned in and kissed him. His fingers traced up and ran through your hair.

It felt so good to be back in his arms, his touch and his musky scent now settling on your skin and clothes.

“What happens now then…?” Tom asked leaning his head against yours .

This has not been a question you anticipated , Tom waited your reply and your head paused “With us…?”

He shrugged “Well…what are we going to do when you go Back to Oxford?”

“I’m Not going back .” You said

“What?” Tom asked

“I’m not going back …I don’t want to go back…”

You were up-scuttled by Tom getting to his feet, pacing by the window “You did…what have you done ?”

You got to your feet and watched him “Tom what is i?” You felt sick, did you say the wrong thing…what was Tom thinking.

“You…left it all behind …for me?” He asked facing you

You nodded “I did…my job…my home…”

He paced a little more, putting his hands on his hips facing you looking a little bit in disbelief .

You raised your hands up as Tom waited for you to speak “You left Oxford …for me to see if I was alright…but your family …your job…”

You nodded , Tom smiled nervously but curiosity got to him

“why? What can I offer you? I’m Nobody…” he said flatly

“Oh Tom…no Tom…” you said , a tear escaped your eye as you took a step toward him.

You shook your head “Tom you …are like nobody I ever met…”

He frowned slowly , his eyes not breaking contact with yours “I learnt more about life that I ever would have in some dusty old library and the people I knew…Tom in one summer you managed to enrich my life and when I was away from you…I felt so…”

He looked at you, he looked as if he could cry himself “Empty?” He suggested

You took a step closer to him and took your hands in his , holding them against your chest tightly “when I was home I felt…that I wasn’t living …I was just existing …”

He looked so humbled that he didn’t know what to say , he just let you talk “and when I heard…the ship had been attacked I immediately

Thought .” You closed your eyes , afraid they would burst with tears Tom squeezed your hands and kissed your forehead “I’m here…I’m right here .”

“Tom when I thought you …were hurt or.” Your eyes closed, you felt a few tears escape. His hands ran up and with his thumb he rubbed away the tears.

“I’m here…take a lot more to take me out love ..” he grinned with that cheeky roguish smile that you had missed terribly.

Your hand held onto his, You looked up at him , eyes steady and as clear as glass “I love you Tom Bennett.”

He was taken aback by your declaration, his smile grew and just before he kissed you he admitted “I love you more.”

He suddenly enveloped your in his arms , . You couldn’t surrender any longer, your hand on his back trying to touch every segment of his back. His hands fell to your waist , holding it so delicately but you could feel his fingers dig into your hip bone, as your kissed became more fervent. You smirked as you felt something else digging into your hip bone. A brief flush of innocence made your cheeks go crimson, Tom moved his hands up your body to your collarbone ,

His fingers grazed your jaw as you clung on him, he briefly tore his lips away from yours as he examined your angelic face. Your chest heaving with desire and lust you searched Toms eyes as he rubbed his thumb against the skin of your neck . Your eyes met, Tom sensitively smiled but also held a genuine look as he spoke

“We don’t…have to…” he whispered

“no…I want you .” You answered with a kiss, in turn he kissed you back before tenderly biting your bottom Lip…slowly.

He looked at you once more, simply wanting reassurance , you nodded again and he smiled before kissing you sensually, his tongue exploring the corner of your mouth.

As he continued to kiss you both automatically stepped back , the back of your knees hitting the bed frame. He removed your coat , letting it fall on the bed , you in turn took off his jacket and flung it over your shoulders…all without breaking from your deep kiss.

He made the most tender groans as he removed your dress, it pooled down your ankles revealing only your underwear, Tom looked down and gasped in sheer admiration “Jesus love…your stunning” he said before taking his own shirt off over his head.

You both giggled as he assisted you gently in removing your bra, once that fell to the floor you were suddenly very aware of how bare you were. He never took his focus away from yours as he wrapped his arms around you. Kissing your collarbone so adoringly you felt that this was all a dream. He was so handsome and you did love him, he was so tender with you.

Your hands were free to explore the firm muscles on his chest, you broke free for a moment and kissed his neck to his collar bone , he lightly pressed you down so you fell back onto the bed. He took his trousers off only in his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed and opened your legs with his hands. You bit your lip at his body, he was beautiful.

As he pulled his boxers down and you saw his large erection spring free your eyebrows hit the ceiling, proving yourself on your shoulders Tom winked at you before palming himself giving himself a few pumps which saw him gasp- the sight of this made you feel utterly aroused and you could feel your underwear becoming an agitation. Tom noticed this and hooked one finger in the elastic of your soft pants , lifting your legs up effortlessly with his other hand and he removed the underwear, tossing is aside and resting your legs back down- not once breaking eye contact. He gently spread your legs, coming back up to you and kissing your lips with such urgency you reacted by throwing your arms around his neck and your legs over his waist- you were ready.

Tom broke away for a moment and whispered “Your not ready for me yet…”

You did not follow but you trusted him he kissed you again with delicate reassurance you moaned into his mouth

He left your mouth and kissed his way down to your bare chest, the winter winds swept through the gals of the stone work and made your nipples hard - he tendered to both of them slowly- massaging one whilst the other would be at the mercy of his long tongue - your head arched back in pleasure- you could feel yourself heating in between your legs. You watched him leave a trail of kisses down your stomach, he knelt up suddenly eyeing you up and down before exhaling sharply “Christ love…so beautiful .”

You blushed , he grinned at you before caressing your thigh as he kissed the skin below your belly button and settled himself between your thighs. Grinning as wetted his lips with his tongue

“Tom what are you-“ you could not even finish your question as you felt his tongue clash against your sensitive clit, his nose pressing against the bundle of nerves working with the tongue was a wave of feeling you never thought was possible- he pushed against you and your back seized up, you couldn’t put words together as you moaned his name he began to get more experimental with his tongue , he then slowly added his index finger inside you- gasping at the intensity of this new feeling your head bent down to see him- you caught sight of his eyes against you and you could feel all nerves in your core start to shake with pleasure “Tom I…I….”

You heard him moan, the vibrations against your wet core sends a shockwave through your body , your couldn’t comprehend how this felt, your legs felt like jelly as he continued to move his tongue- you were moaning , reaching out to touch him and your hand was met with his free hand

“Tom…I …feel I….” You felt on the edge of something and then hits you. You feel your walls collapse around his finger that is inside you . Your lower abdomen shook with an aftermath of sweet delight , Tom took no time in crawling back up and kissing your neck, up to your jawline . You regained your senses as he kissed you, you tasted yourself on his lips and you felt your arousal wake again.

As Tom positioned himself above you tenderly and held his cock against your sensitive core,

He paused, catching his breath -admiring your naked body he met your eyes.

“This might hurt a little “ he said as you could felt the tip on your folds

Your finger traced along his jaw “you could never hurt me Tom…”

He smiled and as his lips fell onto yours you felt him enter you, the pain was fleeting and your fingers dig deep into the skin on his back, hissing as he pushed further . You closed your eyes as the pain passed , Tom paused and looked at you “You okay?”

You nodded , smiling as he resumed and the pain evolved into pleasure . Your arms rolled up his back, Tom rested his head against yours as he picked up the pace, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist- his hand squeezing your thigh as he pushed deeper inside you , making you both moan in sync with your lips inches apart from each other.

The intensity built up so quickly you felt it was a sheer euphoric wave that came over you both that you saw it release in his eyes. As you both exhaled ecstatically you felt more connected to Tom in that very moment, your head snapped back as you succumbed to the final ignition of elation - Toms head fell to your neck and you felt him shudder as he emptied himself in you.

In an almost bittersweet moment the lingering sensation that made your hips jerk was gone, Tom lifted his , kissing his way to your neck and finally meeting your lips. In between the kisses you heard him utter in sweet gasps ”I love you so much.” Hearing those words would never cease to bring you joy

“I love you too Tom.”

🚬

Your fingers lightly danced on Toms side as your head was on his chest as, blew a puff of smoke into the air , your legs were intertwined, one of his hands caressed your thigh -his other rubbing the soft skin along your arm. You raised yourself up and helped yourself to the cigarette that was hanging from his lips, placing it in between your lips - Tom chuckling as you did , taking a long drag before resting it in between your fingers , your jaw on one of his pecs- facing him smiling.

“Your getting too good at that…” he smirked

“Had a good teacher .” You winked smoking a little more.

“Dad wants me to go back…”

You nodded “I know he does…”

“Don’t get it…he’s a pacifist but he wants me to go back…” Tom said looking at the ceiling

“So fight him on it ..” you said planting a kiss on his chest

He inhaled slowly as you finished the cigarette , briefly turning around and leaving it in the empty ashtray on the old bedside table. Your jaw returned to sit on Toms chest as you watched him.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” You whispered

He looked at you “Dad has some points I suppose…”

“You do what you think is right Tom…I’ll be right here waiting for you whatever you decide.”

His hand moved down your back gently rubbing your soft skin “Even if I’m gone for years? War or Prison?”

You closed your eyes briefly, that prospect terrified you but you met his eyes again with genuine affection

“Even if you’re gone one year or ten…I will never stop loving you or waiting for you.”

He leaned forward and kissed you happily. As your lips broke apart and stayed mere inches from another you whispered “Just take sure you come back to me Tom…”

He smiled “Can’t make any promises love .”

You heart could burst anytime he smiled . Resting your head against his chest once more, utterly comfortable.

“Do me a favour whilst I’m gone?” He asked

“Anything Tom.” You answered

“Look after the canary will you. Dad will forget.” He chuckled

“I will of course ….Does the canary have a name? “

Tom suddenly lowered his eyes, you frowned “Tom?”

His eyes met yours “I named her for you …”

You grinned “No you didn’t …”

He nodded “Would I lie to you love?”

“You are a big softy Tom” you rolled on top of him kissing him, his hands caressed your back

“I won’t be much longer if you keep kissing me like that …”

You felt him get hard already “Well then…let’s take care of that.” You kissed him again.

You sat up, thighs knelt beside his own and you felt his cock twitch against your folds. He slowly raised himself up and crashed his lips with yours -your arms wrapping around his neck as you maneuvered yourself and lowered yourself and felt his hard cock sink into you. You felt him kiss and nibble your bare shoulder as you Rocked your hips against him brought you such pleasure , such an intense feeling of joy you never wanted to feel anything else. He let his head fall back as he gasped a few times trying to keep himself composed.

One of your hands palmed the back of his neck , to feel Tom’s hands firmly

Squeeze the skin on your back in a hunger of touch was extremely satisfying . You brought Toms head forward to meet with your gaze, your hand moved to cup his neck as you both kept gasping in pleasure. As the delectation overtook you both , you felt your walls clench around him and the in you foreheads rested against each other as the fire within you both simmered. Tom trembled as he came inside you again, a feeling you found so intimate you gasped as you wanted to savour every moment of this state of pure ecstasy.

Toms hands held your back as he brought you back down to lying on top of him, in one swift move he rolled you over- still inside you , showering you with kisses as you felt him warm you from the inside. You both laid on the bed , intertwined with one another , quickly falling asleep in the wake of each others bliss.

Chapter 10

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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I know what it looks like but it's not what you think. I'm just trying to harass your top scientist into revealing company secrets. It's cool.

This would be the funniest possible time for Huesca to die. We've done Locked Room Quartet. We've done Open Air Locked Room. Are you ready for the Most Locked-est Room Ever Locked!?

The same underlings who tried to solve the last four murders? Sure, those guys are credible.

What is Yomi implying here? That Makoto came down here and knocked out two guards, then left in a car to go pick me up, and then came back down to capitalize on the chaos created by a fake letter he'd sent to Yomi earlier?

Because that... is alarmingly plausible and answers my question as to why that letter would even exist.

Looks like we pushed too hard. Makoto's being placed under arrest.

...so. Like. Am I cool to hang out, Yomi? You're just taking him, right? It's fine for me to still be here?

YUMA NO

YOU FOOL

We almost got away with it. Yomi was so laser-focused that he was legit going to take Makoto and leave us here. Your masterful disguise of freezing up and being so useless that you become mistakable for a floor lamp was working until you spoke up!

Floor lamp. Like I said. Pay us no mind and have a wonderful day. Oh, what is that noise in the distance? Is that the sound of some malcontents? Someone must go step on their necks, and that someone is you, Yomi. You got this, man. I believe in you.

Aww, that hurts my feelings. You were ready to get Halara'd trying to kill us all over me, like, yesterday. :( Am I really that forgettable?

I hope so too. It'd take out this entire building. We've got Yomi and Makoto here at the same time, plus Huesca. That'd solve a lot of problems for Kanai Ward right there.

Alright, we've time-skipped. Now someone is surely dead.

Aren't you a little short for a Stormtroo--Desuhiko. Halara must have delivered my IOU message.

To be fair, I'd be doing shit like this to him if he was the one over a barrel like this. Though I'd be going for more goofy prankster shit. Desuhiko is weirdly obsessed with shilling the Yuma/Kurumi ship at every possible opportunity.

HOLY SHIT, IS THAT YOU, YAKOU!?

Fuck, I thought it'd be Fubuki or Halara. Someone useful. Instead, we get these two clowns. But I suppose it will have to do. Thanks for rescuing me, try not to die on the way out.

DON'T UN-DISGUISE. Y'all have helmets. Just take those off. You don't need to strip down and make yourselves fully vulnerable to being caught, you fucking morons!

He didn't, actually. If he used DIsguise, he would have taken on an appropriate height for a Peacekeeper grunt. This was a disguise, but it wasn't Disguise. Which was honestly for the best.

Given how much Disguise takes out of Desuhiko, a non-Disguise disguise was the right call. With face and body fully covered, there was no need to burn energy on the full shapeshifting shenanigans route.

While true, your behavior in the past has done little to establish a relationship of trust and open communication.

It's like parenting. When you constantly tell Yuma, "DO NOT go snoop around, DO NOT get in trouble with the Peacekeepers, AVOID solving mysteries or doing anything meaningful," and then get mad at him every time he does those things? It's not going to discourage him from doing them. It's going to discourage him from telling you that he's doing them.

If you convey to your child/apprentice that they cannot confide in you about the things they are doing, then they will continue to do those things but they will not confide in you about them. Yuma went behind your back because everything you've said to him up to this point has convinced him that you must be lied to.

My IOU letter!

No, for real, what is that actually? Did Fink the Slaughter Artist tell them I was here?

...that's not a yes.

But it's also not a no. This sent a chill down my spine.

Nuh nuh nuh go back. Don't just yadda-yadda over your arrival here. You have to pass through a biometric scanner to enter the premises. How did you pass through the biometric scanner?

I guess Desuhiko could have Disguised a member of Amaterasu staff to get them through. That shit is practically shapeshifting so it might alter his biometrics. That or they smuggled their way in on, like, a troop transport? Maybe?

That is a fair assessment of what happened, yes. Yuma's floor lamp impersonation needs work.

Yomi had a plausible explanation for that, but obviously Makoto himself couldn't have dropped the letter at the sub. The timing of which still makes me think he did it specifically to get them to come fetch Yuma.

Makoto and Fink aren't proven to be in cahoots but they're likely to be in cahoots. Cahoots are more plausible than not at this point in time.

Hold up, your plan is to kidnap Amaterasu's most highly-protect employee from the middle of their HQ and then walk out?

Yakou, 95% of the time I want you to grow a spine. Then, in the other 5%, you are the boldest motherfucker I've ever met. I love it. I'm here for it. It's too bad Huesca's most certainly dead by now.

HOORAH! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

Into the poison gas chamber and DIIIIIIIIE!

...plan needs work, but we can workshop it. Gonna stay positive!

The hell is that supposed to mean, Desuhiko? I'll have you know that I have only Disguised as a woman one....

...four....

...five times. Out of five.

Okay, yeah. That's fair. Gimme the female suit and the polyurethane molded breast forms you set aside as mine.

You heard it here, folks. Yuma doesn't have a preference between male or female. Canon he/they.

Purple question-mark hair and pronouns.

You don't need your bag. These were disguises instead of Disguise. You should still have two of the disguises on you, Desuhiko. Would it be that hard to locate a third?

...we're going on this detour so you can make Yuma a female Peacekeeper, aren't we?

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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dmysterioblog · 6 months

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Chapter IX ✦ White Lies

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio, Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: More secrets are coming to light.

Warnings; bit of angst

Word Count: 4.1k

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A/n: There is a new ship in this fic and I promise it makes sense. I’ll explain if necessary 😭 (I’m also still adding people in the taglist)

The next morning, both Rhea and Dom were dressing up after they took a quick shower, getting ready to head downstairs for breakfast as she was still pondering over what happened last night. As she did, she looked at the time in her watch. It was 9 AM. At 12 PM, she was to meet up with Nia at the cafeteria to confront her, see what Roman told the irresistible force, as well as to warn Nia that she’s not to be messed with.

“Oh crap—“ She heard Dom say as she perked up and turned to him. He was already ready as he was waiting for her while looking at his phone. “I need to meet up with Shawn today to sign the contract.”

“Oh yeah, you’re defending your title tomorrow against Frazer or whatever his name is, right?” Rhea asked as she grabbed her own shoes and put them on while Dom nodded.

“Yeah, It’s tomorrow. I’m gonna go train for a bit too after I go and sign the contract before we head to the stadium.” He told her as he kept his phone inside his pocket. “Plus, Jimmy has been insisting on helping me train, so I can’t say no to him.”

At that, Rhea chuckled and shook her head. The unification of both the Bloodline and the Judgement Day has been both a blessing and a curse. More so as a blessing due to how well they perform together in the ring as well as in general. Jimmy was one of the many people out of the two groups willing to help and “go by the play” as he always said. His bond with her boys has also been something positive as well, compared with JD McDonaugh who was nothing but a distraction to them. There was also Solo; and while he wasn’t that talkative with the others, he still had their backs regardless.

And then, well, there was Roman.

Before the whole “thing” between her and the Tribal Chief was uncovered, many people addressed them as the top leaders of their factions, as well as the ones who will “soon gain absolute control of the agency in the future”- which was an exaggeration of course, but somehow a compliment. Especially after how they both performed in that mix tag match against Bianca and Bobby.

Had it not been because she decided to sleep with him the first time, everything would’ve been absolutely fine between them, and she was sure that they would’ve been good friends and allies. But now…

The two eventually left the room after they got ready as Dom was carrying a small carry-on bag while wearing his gym attire. He stopped by the entrance to face her as he held her hand.

“Well, I gotta run.” He told her. “I’ll text you and the others when I start to head back so we can leave to the stadium together, okay?”

She smiled and pecked his lips. “Alright. I’ll see you in a bit, Dom Dom.” The two bid farewell as Rhea watched him go outside and jog towards Jimmy’s direction, who waved at him from his car as he went with the Samoan male and left.

After she saw him leave, Rhea sighed as she looked at her watch, figuring that she might as well start getting her breakfast now before she could prepare herself for her confrontation with Nia. She went to the cafeteria, wondering if Priest, Finn, or even Raquel were around here somewhere. However, she only spotted Damian and Raquel at the buffet getting their breakfast together while chatting while Finn already sat with Solo as they ate.

However, no signs of Roman.

She decided not to inquire about his whereabouts as she simply took a plate and went to serve her own food. When she reached to grab her entrée, that’s when Priest and Raquel noticed her as she went to their side.

“Hey! We were gonna text you, but we figured you woke up already.”

“Yeah, no worries, I was already up.” Rhea told them. “I had to get up still since Dom was getting ready to train with Jimmy today anyways.”

“Yeah, he has a match against Ricochet today and tomorrow against Nathan.”

“Well, he better win, or else I’ll be laughing the entire time.” Raquel stated as she snorted while Rhea gave her a look.

“Oh no worries, I’ll wipe that smirk off your face the second he wins both and the second I retain this Saturday, Chiquita.” Rhea smirked while Damian couldn’t help but laugh as Raquel rolled her eyes.

“Raq, she cooked you real good, you best be prepared this Saturday.”

“Look—“ Raquel suddenly heard her phone ring as she perked up and took it out from her pocket. When she looked at who was calling, her expression changed, which was noticed by Rhea and Damian.

“You okay, Raquel? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Rhea arched an eyebrow. It only took a few seconds until Raquel composed herself as she gave her plate to Damian.

“Sorry, I need to take this- can you both find a seat in the meantime for me please?” She quickly told them as she suddenly rushed out to answer the phone call.

“Well… that was something.” Damian mumbled as they both watched her go to the lobby to answer the call.

“Didn’t even ask you if you finished serving your food…”

“Oh no, no, I’m done. Just took me off guard for a sec though.” The two went to find a seat near Solo and Finn as they sat down, all the while Damian placed Raquel’s plate on the table as well as his own.

“So, I spoke with Roman.”

At Damian’s comment, Rhea paused when she was about to unfold her silverware from the red napkin as she looked up at him. “… excuse me?”

“About the tag titles, obviously.” Damian simply replied as he took out his fork from the napkin. “Said he was gonna speak with Nick and Pearce and that there might be a meeting about it.” He took a bite out of his eggs before he faced her. “He didn’t tell you anything?”

“… About the meeting? No, he didn’t.”

“Well, you seemed a bit taken back when I told you I spoke with him, so what’s up?”

“Nothing.” She quickly responded as she took a sip from her orange juice.

“Okay, then, that means you don’t mind if I asked him if anything happened between you two during those five days at SC.”

“Priest, are you out of your damn mind?” She almost said a bit too loudly as she glared at him. At that, Damian paused and looked at her before she calmed down and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Priest, tell me why you’re still on with that when I clearly told you that I’m trying to fix things with Dom?” She asked him.

“I’m only checking, because lately, Reigns has been staring at you.”

“And? People stare, Priest. It’s nothing new.”

“Do you even realize how the hell he looks at you whenever you’re alone or with Dom? Hell, even Solo knows, for crying out loud. Ask him.”

“First of all, Solo is probably seeing things.” Rhea immediately blurted out. “Second of all, I can guarantee you that nothing is going on between me and Roman. We ended all of that when the second Dom found out.”

“Rhea,” Damian began as he looked at her sternly. “If whatever you’re saying is true, then I hope so. Because I’ll be damned if I find out that you’re still seeing him. I’m asking you to be truthful not for yourself, but for Dom.”

Rhea stared at him at the last sentence. For a moment, her expression changed as she looked down at her food, with Damian noticing a small hint of hesitation in her body language as she was pondering before she suddenly spoke. “Actually I–“

“Sorry about that, got an emergency call,” Raquel’s voice interrupted them as she returned to them and sat down.

“Everything okay? You looked spooked for a sec.” Damian asked her as Raquel waved her hand dismissively.

“Yeah- I’m cool. Now come on, let’s eat.” She urged the two. Without a word, the three began to eat their breakfast when Rhea felt her phone vibrate. She looked down at it momentarily, seeing that it was a text from Nia.

‘Remember, 12 PM today. Don’t be late.’

Frowning slightly at the text, Rhea placed her phone back inside her pocket before she continued eating. Damian had noticed but decided not to say a word of it as he continued eating, while Raquel still seemed to look a bit shaken up- possibly because of that call she received.

It was already 11:55 AM as Rhea returned from the gym that was within the hotel on the second floor and went back to the cafeteria after making sure no one was watching nor following her. She decided to go for a small workout before her confrontation with Nia. Thankfully the cafeteria was not too crowded and the kitchen staff was only starting to get lunch ready, which only started at 1 PM and ended at 4 PM. She only sat down after getting herself some water as she waited, looking at her phone as she decided to shoot a text to Nia to let her know that she was already there.

However, before she did, she heard footsteps as she looked up at Nia approaching her table, taking a seat right across her as she had a pair of sunglasses on. Rhea watched her, even through her soul, as the irresistible force placed the glasses on the table before she looked at her with a sarcastic smile.

“Glad you could make it here.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for you blackmailing me, I wouldn’t be here. But here we are now.” Rhea said as she placed she crossed her arms. “Now talk. I don’t have all day.”

“Hm, wouldn’t you want to ask me who sent that video to me though?” Nia asked in a mocking manner.

“Who did it?”

“An old friend of mine. But I paid him a good amount of money so he wouldn’t leak this to the paparazzi. You’re welcome, by the way.” She explained to her while she looked at her nails. “And I specifically asked him to do so because when your names were announced back at that meeting to go to South Carolina and I saw your reactions, I knew something was going on… so, like the caring cousin I am, I had to do my own investigations… especially after what Flair told me.”

“Hm. So she told you as well. Gotcha.” Rhea mumbled underneath her breath, wanting to laugh as she started to look impatient while Nia gave her a look.

“I do wonder though, what impact would this have on you if everyone finds out? What would it do to your… Latino Heat if he finds out? And your career? Hm? What about Roman’s?”

“I’m going to say this to you in the clearest way possible.” Rhea suddenly leaned slightly to her direction as he faced her. “If this is all to just take my championship away… you have another thing coming. I’ve already made it clear that I’m not losing my championship to you or anyone else. And if you even dare to say or utter a word about this at any point… get ready to be sent to rehab. And when that happens, well… tell Liv I said hi.” She concluded with a smirk.

At this, Nia’s expression began to shift as she looked down at her. Her smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown before she decided to speak her mind. “Alright then… you don’t want this to be exposed. I see where you’re going with this. But I do have a few questions for you, because if I remember correctly, this is my blood who we are talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah, cut to the chase, Nia. I fucked your cousin, and he fucked me, it was all mistake back then that won’t happen again, so what?”

“If you’re doing this to gain some sort of power, privilege, or high ground, let me tell you that you look miserable doing so. Especially when you have a boyfriend.” Nia immediately told her as Rhea scoffed.

“Power? Privilege? High ground? Nia, you make me laugh.” Rhea couldn’t help but chuckle this time. “I don’t need anyone to give me power on a silver platter. I make that power, I gain that power on my own, and whether you like it or not, I will always have it.” She then looked at her straight in the eye as she spoke. “If you dare to utter a word or even breathe about any of this… I will make sure that you don’t even get to be able to fly to Saudi this Saturday. Am I clear?”

“… it’s your downfall anyways, girl. Not mine.” Was the only thing that Now simply said as she stood up. “But good luck keeping that secret under wraps. You know how anyone in this company can find out shit easily.”

“Oh don’t worry.” Rhea simply replied, almost and nearly sounding confident. “I know who I place my trust in well.” With that, Rhea also stood as she walked past Nia and left the cafeteria.

Two hours had passed since their encounter as Rhea decided to take a small jog outside, waiting until it was time for them to leave the hotel to head to Monday Night Raw. She had texted Dom as he was now with Jimmy and Solo buying something after they finished their training, letting him know to call her once he was finished. In the meantime, she decided to take a small jog to warm up.

When she decided to finish, she jogged back to the hotel, deciding to take a quick shower and grab something to eat afterwards as she went inside. However, when she did, her eyes shifted to the lobby as she saw none other than Roman speaking to Nia.

At the sight, Rhea almost paused, wondering what the hell they were talking about this time. For one, she was annoyed, assuming that Nia was no longer going to be messing around with her anymore, but at the same time, they were probably talking about some family matter, seeing as though they are related.

Nevertheless, she didn’t care much what they were talking about. So, she decided to act like she didn’t see them as she pulled up her phone, deciding to scroll through her socials as she was walking up to the elevator. Everything was fine, everything was under control.

At least that’s what she would think if only Roman suddenly didn’t stand up, interrupting his conversation with his cousin, before he went to follow Rhea.

Rhea pressed the button of the elevator as it opened, allowing her to walk in before she suddenly looked up and to her surprise, she realized Roman was following her all this time as he too went inside.

“Oh my fucking- what are you doing here? No one can see us together, you idiot!”

“What? I’m just using the elevator like any other person,” Roman said while the doors closed.

“Whatever,” Rhea crossed her arms and sighed in annoyance.

“So, how was your make up sex with Dom?” Roman asked with jealousy in his tone.

“How do you know that?” Rhea frowned while turning to face him.

“That’s besides the point. Was he half as good as me?” he asked while backing her up against the wall.

“Hah, please-” In that moment the elevator doors opened to reveal Damian. When Damian looked up and saw the scene displayed in front of him he scoffed.

“I can’t believe this,” he shook his head and began to walk away.

“Damian, wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Rhea chased after him, Roman close behind.

“No? Then what was that, huh?” Damian turned to look at her.

“I-”

“Dominik is putting his trust in you and this is how you repay him? He deserves to know the truth.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh yes I would,” and with that he began to walk away. Rhea just stood there, watching him walk away while running her hands through her hair.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault,” Roman said from behind her. Rhea turned towards him and shook her head.

“I’ll figure something out, right now we need to focus on Nia and make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”

“Yeah about that, she was the one who told me about you and Dom.”

“She WHAT?!”

“She has a recording of it-”

“Oh she’s gonna get it!” Rhea was about to walk away until Roman stopped her.

“Rhea, wait until Crown Jewel. I managed to keep her quiet for now.”

“Fine.” She then huffed as she looked at the time. “I need to get ready. Dom’s gonna text me any minute and we need to leave for Monday Night Raw.”

“My cousins and I are gonna be there tonight as well. We’re gonna go ahead and talk to Pearce about the tag titles.”

“Better get going then.” Was the only thing Rhea said before she began to walk away and rush to her room. Feeling both stressed and pissed. Not only did she still have to deal with Nia, but now she needed to find a way to talk to Priest and convince him not to speak to Dom.

But the question was, how?

She finished up her hair as well as making the final touches on her own makeup before she grabbed her carry-on bag, as well as her own belt, before making sure that she looked okay as she left her room. It was already 4 PM, and the boys were supposed to meet up with her downstairs at the lobby by 4:30 PM just in time for them to leave. The plan was due to the Bloodline arriving at Monday Night Raw to speak to Pearce, they would still have to wait for them so they could all leave and follow each other in their rental cars.

So far, she texted Finn and Dom. Thankfully both of them had answered, with Finn saying that he was finishing getting ready while Dom said that he was already waiting downstairs. Today, he had a non-title match against Ricochet, so they needed to all make sure that Dom was ready to win this match. Thankfully, Jimmy has been training with him more often, which meant that him winning this match would be a breeze.

However, she left multiple texts to Damian, and so far, no responses from him.

Sighing, she decided to leave her stuff with Finn as soon as she arrived at the lobby.

“Finn, have you seen Priest?” She asked the male Irish as she went up to him while he perked up and looked from his phone.

“I’ve been textin’ him, but he hasn’t replied.” He told her while she placed her bag on the couch. “You think he took a nap and overslept or…?”

“Maybe, I’ll check on him. Can you watch my stuff for me please?”

“Sure thing, sis.” 1

“Thanks.” Rhea then went back, quick on her feet as she went to the elevator once again, making her way to the third floor where Damian’s room was. As she waited for the elevator to stop, she texted him once again.

‘Come on Priest, don’t do anything stupid.’

The elevator doors opened and immediately, Rhea rushed out as she chose to call Damian instead as she approached his room, which was almost at the very end of the east side of the hallway.

As she kept walking, his phone only rang five times, before it went straight to voicemail. At that, Rhea grew annoyed as she hung up before she finally arrived at his room and knocked on his door loudly.

“Priest, I don’t have time for you being pissed and disappointed at me, we either settle this whole thing right now before we leave or I’m dragging you out.” She immediately said, almost tapping her foot impatiently.

She didn’t hear a response for a few seconds, until she began to hear some shuffling. “Priest, I know you’re in there—“

“Wait a sec— I’m getting dressed!” She heard him say. Huffing, she crossed her arms.

“Well hurry up!”

“Fine! Fine, hold on wait—“ A few seconds later he finally opened the door and let her in.

“Damian, we need to talk. I can’t have you tell-” she stopped mid sentence when she saw a pair of panties laying on the bed.

“Did- did you have someone here?” Rhea asked while turning to look at him.

“Pft no…” then he looked in the direction of the bed and sighed in defeat. “Fuck”

“Have you been seeing someone- actually don’t answer that, is the person still in here?” Before Damian could answer, Rhea went to check the bathroom but there was no one but when she turned that’s when she realized where Damian was standing.

In front of the closet doors.

“Damian, move out the way,”

“No.”

“Damian-”

“Fine!” Damian hesitantly opened the closet doors to reveal a woman in a bathrobe. That woman was none other than Iyo Sky.

“Iyo!?”

“Uh hi,” Iyo waved with a nervous smile. Rhea just looked back and forth between them in shock.

“...I can’t believe this. You are such a hypocrite!” Rhea yelled.

“I think I should leave,” said Iyo looking at who was rubbing the bridge of his nose Damian.

“I think so too. I’ll text you later, corazón.” With that he leaned down, gave her a kiss, and walked her to the door. Once she was gone, he closed the door and sighed.

“Rhea let me explain-”

“Explain what? That you had a one night stand with Iyo?”

“About that…”

“This wasn’t the first time was it?”

“...No,” Rhea scoffed and ran her hand through her hair, “Look, I was planning to tell at some point-”

“Yeah but you didn’t and you know what the worst part is? You were gonna snitch on me to Dom for the same thing you are doing right now. How would you feel if I told Bayley? I could do that right now,” Rhea said, pulling out her phone to call her.

“You wouldn’t,” Damian said, not believing her. Rhea raised her eyebrow and pressed the call button. Damian snatched the phone from her hand and hung up the phone.

“Okay, okay fine. You don’t tell Bayley about me and Iyo and I won’t tell Dom about you and Roman, deal?”

“Deal. Now let’s go, we have places to be.”

They were only two minutes away from arriving at the show as all the superstars who were scheduled to attend Monday Night Raw decided to ride the van this time instead of using their rental cars. They all sat around and chatted, with the exception of Raquel who was relentlessly typing on her phone as she was messaging a certain someone.

‘I know you’re medically cleared, but you have to wait until after Crown Jewel. Right now it’s not a good time for you to make your return all because you want to confront her. Stay out and I’ll tell you when you can come back.’ She then sent the message, all the while she looked up momentarily from her phone to see that no one noticed the look of stress in her face (thankfully). After a minute, she suddenly saw her message being replied as she looked at her phone once again.

‘One, you’re supposed to be my friend and on my side on this, Raquel. Two, who are you to tell me what to do? I’m coming to Saudi without anyone knowing whether you like it or not.’

At the response, Raquel could only lower down her phone on her lap as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

This was fucked.

Everything’s was fucked.

And not only that; Rhea was going to be screwed this Saturday. Whether she retains her championship or not.

She looked into Rhea’s direction as she sat with her boys a few rows away from her. She looked fine for now, but when Saturday arrived… there was going to be no way for her to stop what was bound to happen that day.

Little did she know that more was going to happen to Rhea that same day.

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#fanfic #angst #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #roman reigns #damian priest #iyo sky #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #rhea ripley x roman reigns #damian priest x Iyo sky #the tribal chief #the bloodline #the judgment day

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scottmemelordstrashpile · 9 hours

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I think J might be in on it. Or if nothing else is definitely hiding something and knows way more than we previously thought. (Murder Drones) [Spoilers contained within]

Everyone is talking about how J is going to react when she finds out "Tessa" wasn't real but I'm starting to think she might already know.

So yes, she did seem to act confused when Tessa told her to wait on the ship and all that but that can be interpreted in different ways like "Oh, I thought you would've wanted help, but alright."

And remember J CAME FROM WHEREVER FAKE TESSA DID AS WELL which we don't even know where that was. (That's a completely different subject of speculation however.) to top it all off. Episode 7 showed us that J does in fact know how to fly the ship even though in Episode 1 N explicitly told us that they never taught them how to properly fly the ships.

Also, clearly they have some kind of plan for the ship too considering we are also informed J was told to destroy all other ways off the planet and was waiting for her "Boss" to meet with her likely meaning they were planning to do... something. Flee the planet before it's destruction perhaps? Who knows. We'll have to wait and find out.

This also reveals Cyn/Tessa had been secretly communicating with J while everything was going on and keeping it from the other two which could indicate that she's in on it.

We also can't forget her extreme willingness to kill N the second she felt like he was stepping out of line back in Episode 1.

So either way, someone lied, or J has been keeping secrets. Am I the only one that smells some kind of another potential betrayal on the horizon? Cause J is looking pretty suspect too now all things considered.

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mejomonster · 1 year

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I'm FINALLY watching mystery of the abyss and:

If you took a shot for how many tentacles were in this you'd be dead

I AGAIN wanna know why there's not more tentacle fic in dmbj given how MUCH there is in canon goddamn

Idk if hei xiazi put glow in the dark paint on Xiao hua or a spell lmao but that's so funny "see ya bro im sure you'll be careful lmao I ain't going" ALSO: proceeds to put a tracker on u because u are actually his honey his sweetie pie his darling and even tho ur a greedy shady tomb raider who wants his skill and he ADAMANTLY refused u, he is still going to track u just in Case he needs to save u alright then. Sap hei xiazi I see you I see you

So many SO MANY tentacles. Npss I feel like u should explain some. Stuff

This makes me wanna go watch Tomb of the Sea cause that show In Particular made the early tentacle scenes particularly horrifying like I was legitimately in terror (versus this movie where I'm like lmao when does it turn into very fucked up tentacle porn because it's very Particularly rendered and hei xiazi and Xiao hua are huddled together ToT). On a heavier note I suddenly remember how abusive Li Cu's dad was and how complicated I felt about wu xie being his new surrogate caretaker who at once was Also Toxic and using him no doubt (taking after San shu and no doubt a whole family line of that shortcoming) but at the same time Wu Xie DOES care about people and IS actually loving (even people he hates he can feel compassion for) and so even as messed up as he was in an "action adventure criminal caretaker" way? He was still so much Better than Li Cu's own dad. And now I'm sad ;-;

Npss really I want an explanation an Explanation why do you ship heihua so much now? Why is this a thing? I mean I'm okay with it I enjoy it I LIKE it but. Why did you go this direction. Also npss I insist that you lovingly render near tentacle porn at some point since ur dancing around the concept and frankly have been since Tomb of the Sea and if i have to watch this absolutely horrific bugs-in-people shit you might as well indulge and scar us in other ways

This is like b movie horror EXCEPT the bugs which are fucking horrific. A good tomb raiding story romp!

No I'm not getting over the like 20 tentacles i saw on screen in the past 40 minutes

I want so much backstory on heihua. Desperately!!! I want to know HOW AND WHEN THEY MET, HOW AND WHEN THEY TEAMED UP FIRST. Please. Which book is it in, I'll go read it ;-;. I know in Ultimate Note they kinda play with them first meeting but I want... book...

I love Ji Xiaobing so much. He was my favorite in Fairyland Lovers. I am tempted to watch SCI Mystery for him. I love his acting So Much I'm glad he's Xiao hua in this

So like. We are getting another movie with him and ji chen right? Or another show??

#mystery of the abyss #lb #dmbj #heihua

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Things End | People Change - Go For The Throat

taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries @whumpwillow @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @whumpshaped @suspicious-whumping-egg

content: lady whump, vampire whumper, kidnapping, begging, fear of death, defiant whumpee

He's always hated silence. Too many things creep into his mind when it's silent. He walks with heavier footsteps, trying to drown it out.

He hears them, hundreds of little heartbeats, from the windows, down the alleyways. There was a time where this wasn't the case, but it's so far away now that even the idea seems fanciful.

He was human, once.

Vincent Maddox was an Oxford student studying classics. Vincent Maddox was barely an adult, isolating himself in a foreign country, when he met someone who he felt respected him, who offered him the chance to feel that again. Vincent Maddox was naive and trusting.

Vincent Maddox died when he was twenty-two, and he's still walking around, trapped in his own corpse.

He breaks the fence he kicks and it doesn't lessen his frustration in the slightest. He was too polite, too demure to ever take his anger out like this when he was human, and there's zero release in it when he could rip almost anything apart with his bare hands without even trying.

When was the last time he cried? Perhaps it was on the ship back to England in 1846. 1844? Does it matter? It should, shouldn't it? Perhaps it was when he visited Henry's grave in… it must have been the 1910s, before he finally did. Long after Henry had died. Vincent remembers begging his brother's gravestone for forgiveness, but he isn't sure if he cried.

Vincent covers his mouth with his hand. The tight feeling in his chest is just that - a feeling, with nothing he can do to stop it.

It needs it to stop. He needs to make it stop. He wants it all to stop!

"Are you alright?"

Vincent's gaze snaps up towards the source of the voice. A young woman is staring at him, head tilted in concern. Human. Her heart thumps softly.

"Am I alright?" he whispers.

"That's what I asked," she smiles. Is she trying to make him feel better? Her smile is nice.

"It's late," he mumbles. "Dangerous."

"Here? What's gonna get me out here, huh?" She raises an eyebrow. "You? I could beat you up."

He finds himself lightly laughing at that. Not maliciously, not because she's wrong. It's just the way she says it. The confidence in her tone.

When was the last time he laughed and meant it?

She sticks out her hand. "I'm Clary. Anything I can do to help?"

Stay. He swallows. He is stronger than her. He could grab her hand and take her with him before she could even blink.

What is he thinking? He doesn't know her at all. He can't be so achingly lonely that this is all she needs to do for him to decide he needs her.

He needs someone. He isn't friends with any of the vampires around here. Sure, they'll tolerate his presence, but he hears second-hand about gatherings. Sometimes he thinks about searching for Lyfelde, being somebody's companion again, but then the scar under his eye itches and he remembers how terrifying it was to wake up like this, and he banishes the thought from his mind.

Clary waves her hand a little bit. "Hello?"

"S-Sorry," he mumbles. "Vincent."

He takes her hand, and he makes the decision almost on instinct. Hand over her mouth, arm around her torso, and he runs, dragging her with him, in no more than a second.

She starts to scream and kick, but holding her just a little tighter makes her stop. Did he crack her ribs? He hopes not, he hopes he can do this without injuring her, but he's never been able to control his strength. Lyfelde tried to teach him, but Vincent left, and lied, and it's so much effort to not damage things.

His place is close by, and he just breaks the lock on his front door instead of trying for the keys buried in his coat. There's an extra bedroom he never uses, the only room in the house with a window - he bought this place before the repeal of the window tax and never bothered to reinstall them - and he drags Clary into it and pins her to the floor.

She gasps. "Y-You fucking-!"

"Be quiet!" he hisses, trying to sound threatening. "Just be quiet, okay?"

"Make me!" she spits.

It takes a moment of wrestling with her, but he grabs both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head, and covers her mouth with the other.

"Shh," he says, softly, in that slightly menacing way that he's seen other vampires do, just in the hopes that it works. "Just shh. Everything will be fine. I won't hurt you."

He smiles, showing his fangs. Her heartbeat quickens, but she doesn't let it show on her face, not even a little. Brave. He knows that humans are aware of vampires, but their day-to-day life is, for the most part, unimpacted. It's one of those things that they always think happens to other people.

Clary swallows. He doesn't seem interested in killing her, that she can tell. She nods, and stays quiet. He removes his hand from her mouth.

"Okay, good," he says. He runs his fingers through his hair. "Clary. You're Clary."

"Mhm," is all she replies.

"This is going to be your room, okay?" Vincent says. "If you want anything else for it you can ask."

"Y-You can't-" She bites her tongue. Rephrase. She doesn't know if she can risk pissing him off. "You're keeping me here?"

"Yes," he responds. His voice seems to… tremble? "Keeping you. You're mine."

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, his smile returns.

"Mine." His fingers find their way to her chin, tilting it slightly. "I like the sound of that."

Clary glares and flinches away. "Fucking freak."

He digs his fingers into her skin. "Don't speak that way. I hate swearing."

"And how are you gonna stop me?" He's bruised her plenty, but she's already pushed, so she might as well keep going and see what else he'll do.

"Can't you be nice?" he snaps. "You were being nice."

Clary blinks at him. "What?"

"Is it so hard?" Vincent's grip on her wrists tightens. "All I'm asking is for you to keep me company, and let me have some of your blood. That's it."

Clary genuinely can't help it. She isn't a patient person, and she isn't easily scared, either, even though she knows what a vampire could do to her if they wanted to. Danger isn't real if it isn't happening, and really, what is he doing to her right now?

She snickers.

"What… what are you laughing for?" Vincent seems more confused than anything, and that's Clary's cue to go for the throat.

"You want company." She grins. "You couldn't get anyone else to hang out with you? You're so unlikeable that you had to kidnap some poor little human to get a friend?"

"Sh- Shut up!" Vincent grabs her by the hair, but she doesn't react, even though she swears she feels him pull a few strands out. "I said I wouldn't hurt you, so don't make me, okay?"

"What made you do it?" she asks, leaning up. "Because you were upset? I bet you were crying about something stupid and it just made you so happy that someone was finally nice to you. Fucking loser."

Vincent doesn't say anything. His eyes flash, and he pulls Clary's head up and to the side so he can sink his fangs into her neck. She gasps with the sudden pain, a sharp sting that only gets worse the longer it goes on. And he just keeps going.

She pulls at his shirt, kicks, scratches, and it doesn't do a thing. "S-Stop, stop it!"

Her hands are becoming clammy and cold, and she shakes. It's too much. He really is going to kill her, she went too far and Cai is going to have to identify her drained, dead body, and she doesn't want to die.

"P-Please!" she tries. "I'll be nice, if you want me to be nice! Stop, don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Vincent's grip tightens for a moment, and he lingers, then lets go. Drops of blood trickle down her neck. She whimpers softly.

He wasn't going to kill her. He thought he would, for a minute there, but he never would have. It wasn't even the begging that stopped him.

He doesn't want to be alone again. Even if she's going to snap at him, he can… fix that. He's not the first vampire to take a human, and he certainly won't be the last. There's people he can ask, and they might smile and say he's done well, or even, at least, seem proud of him for something.

"Just… relax, okay?" he says softly. "I'm going to lay you down."

Clary lets herself be lifted up and placed down on the bed. It's clearly had no use for years, and that could be any number, depending on how old Vincent is. But it's a bed, in a windowed room, and frankly she could be worse off.

"Rest as much as you need," Vincent says, putting the blankets over her. "I want you to be okay."

"How could you think this was a good idea?" she mutters.

Because I'm alone. Because you were nice. Because I can't take being like this anymore. Because the consequences of my own actions are crushing me and I need someone to tell me it wasn't a mistake, even if they're lying, I just need to hear it, please.

"Because I can do what I want," is his reply. "Get some sleep."

He walks away and locks the door behind him. Clary supposes sleep would be nice, and turns away from it.

#polly's prose #clary nikitin #vincent maddox #lady whump #vampire whumper #me: vincent is my guy my poor little meow meow my pathetic man im going to make him a hot choccy #also me: lol get his ass clary <3 #things end | people change

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 17 days

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helena! my love! we've seen your ocs as boygenius songs... dare i ask what song you'd give them from phoebe bridgers' discography?

bluuuuuu this is the BEST yes yes yes

My OCs as Phoebe Bridgers Songs

Frankie Bevan - Friday I'm In Love

Monday, you can fall apart / Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart / Oh, Thursday doesn't even start / It's Friday, I'm in love /

Valerie Harmon - Graceland Too

So we spent what was left of our serotonin / To chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon / Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment / Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor and I knew then / I will do anything you want me to /

Susie Lamb - Scott Street

I asked you, "How is your sister? / I heard she got her degree" / And I said, "That makes me feel old" / You said, "What does that make me?" /

Anna March - Funeral

And last night, I blacked out in my car / And I woke up in my childhood bed / Wishing I was someone else, feeling sorry for myself / When I remembered someone's kid is dead /

Diana Fayed - Dominos

I scrape my eye when I touch the sky / And lose a little vision for the man / I can call it in my mind / I don't want to hold nobody's hand / I can toss in the morning light / I'll play dead when I'm buried in the sand /

Gwen Dastrup - Silk Chiffon

Life's so fun, life's so fun / Don't need to worry about no one / She said that I got her if I want / She's so soft like silk chiffon /

Faye Warren - Garden Song

The doctor put her hands over my liver / She told me my resentment's getting smaller / No, I'm not afraid of hard work / I get everything I want /

George Aarons - Chinese Satellite

Sometimes, when I can't sleep / It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things / Swore I could feel you through the walls / But that's impossible /

Ships:

Frankie and Rosie - Sidelines

Watched the world from the sidelines / Had nothing to prove / 'Til you came into my life / Gave me something to lose /

Val and Ron - Killer

Can the killer in me / Tame the fire in you? / Or is there nothin' left to do for us? / I am sick of the chase / But I'm hungry for blood / And there's nothin' I can do /

Susie and DeMarco - ICU

But I feel something when I see you now / I feel something when I see you / If you're a work of art / I'm standing too close / I can see the brush strokes /

Anna and Eugene - Moon Song

And if I could give you the moon / I would give you the moon / You are sick and you're married and you might be dying / But you're holding me like water in your hands /

Diana and Reg - Chelsea

And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back, baby / I'm amazed that you're alright / Oh, so long, prison boy / I won't be home with you tonight /

Gwen and Brady - Waiting Room

I want to make you drive all night just because I said maybe you should come over / I want to make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents' teenage daughter / She'll be the best you ever had if you let her /

Faye and Shifty - Punisher

What if I told you / I feel like I know you? / But we never met / And here, everyone knows you're the way to my heart / Hear so many stories of you at the bar/

George and Curt - Georgia

Georgia, Georgia, I love your son / And when he gets older, he might be the one / He might be the one / Georgia, Georgia, he has beautiful bones / And he never lies or picks up his phone /

#blu's tag #phoebe bridgers #oc: frankie #oc: valerie #oc: susie #oc: anna #oc: faye #oc: diana #oc: george #oc: gwen #frankie x rosie #val x ron #demarco x susie #eugene x anna #shifty x faye #diana x reg #gwen x brady #curtis x george

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 24 days

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Take you to A better Place part 4

(Btw that's what you are wearing at the wedding, regular outfit, you imagine whatever)

Y/N had made it to Bergentown in time for the royal wedding. Making sure she was dressed appropriately for the wedding; she hides in the background singing along with the other trolls. She was going to talk to Branch after the wedding, as not to be rude and ruin this lovely couple's wedding day. You would have to be an egotistical jerk to interrupt a wed... "I object!!!," a mysterious troll says interrupting her thoughts and vows, doing exactly what she was thinking.

She sighs and rubs her face and watches walking up close to them and waits till John Dory finishes his little save Floyd speech and then lands in front of them . "Thank you John Dory for that lovely info but you ruined a wedding when you could have waited till after," she says brushing off dust from her jacket. "Who are you, random troll?" Branch says standing in front of Poppy. She was about to speak when Poppy squealed and jumped in front of her grabbing her hands. "Oh my gosh!!! Oh my gosh!!! Your Y/N from the old girl Group, Sugar, Spice, and Everything Thrice. I love your music then and now!! What are you doing here!!!" Poppy squeals dangling. John Dory just looking shocked now cause he was interrupted. Y/n smiles and pats Poppy's hand. "Well, knowing John Dory is incompetent and a jerk," a hey was heard from John, " I was also there when John found Floyd, I used to tutor the kids who have him captured. Long story short, when they beat me in the top song. I knew something was up and saw what John saw. What he didn't see is that those twins, need more troll talent and are going to suck the life out of Floyd. So I didn't think Mr. Dory would find y'all. So I told that cutie I'd search for his brothers," she said casually. John and Branch said , "Did you just call me brother cute?" Poppy was in the background silent squealing, apparently she wrote scrapbook fan-fiction when she was younger, shipping Y/N and Floyd, feeling like their vibes matched. "Anywho, sorry for the wedding interruption. , y'all should continue and then we should head out," she says and just as John Dory was about to speak, she covers his mouth and the wedding continues.

After the wedding, John Dory calls for his bug van Rhonda. After Rhonda licks Poppy, Y/N pets Rhonda chin and looks at the others. "Times a wasting, let's go find the rest of Brozone and save y'all's brother," she turns to Gritzelle and Bridget, "lovely wedding and ceremony. Y'all have a good. Honeymoon byeeee," she says dragging the three trolls into Rhonda just still having shocked John, Branch, and Poppy being pulled into the van. " Alright then , let's get this show on the road and find your brothers to save your other brother," she looks around the van for clues. "Woah, who put you in charger here Miss?" John says having doubts. "It's Y/N. And I was there at the concert btw. So I don't trust you in charged or things will mess up, so yeah. I put me in charger," she says sassily making Branch laugh at how his brother was being put down instead of in charge.

"Tiny,Branch, Poppy, the pretty lady,this random dude..." a voice says and Y/N awws and John Dory was like what , " on another musical adventure filled with heart, hilarity and happiness." "Tiny! What are you doing here?," Poppy says to Tiny who driving the bus. "Well, Aunt Poppy, for your information, I am no longer a baby. I am a big boy now.And I'm on a mansized rite of passage to learn lessons of life, courage and maybe love," he says wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N who was now at the front of the bus with everyone but Branch. "You're a cute kid. But I already got my eyes on someone, sorry," she says and Tiny shrugs. "More Tiny for others to love then," Tony says driving. "Should we be letting a baby drive?," she says looking at Tiny. "Not to worry, fellow grownup. I have procured my learner's permit," Tiny says pulling out an obvious fake license. "Who is Adulty Mcmanface?" Poppy asks. "The better question is, are you a narc?" Tiny says looking at his aunt. Poppy stutters , "Whatttt? Pshh no, Why? Are you?" John Dory tells Tiny step on it and the three adult trolls go to the back where Branch seems to be making a clue board.

Edit 1: Please let me know in the comments or send me an ask about how you feel with this. I could really use the motivation

#trolls floyd x reader #trolls band together #floyd x y/n #floyd x reader #floyd

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adzeisval · 3 months

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You Lied to Me

Ricky captures Jim. Also on AO3.

Izzy manifested back into the world and looked around. He wasn’t quite sure where he was at first. He was usually on the ship or at the inn, mostly on the ship it seemed his crew needed him more often than his Captain’s did. He was glad to be able to help. He was also glad that the crew noticed that he was there and came to the conclusion that he was there to help.

Izzy knew that someday he would be there to do other things but for now he was just helping. And it was nice of the crew to give him updates on what was going on and where they were when they realized he was there.

At the moment though Izzy couldn’t pick out who he was supposed to be protecting or who needed his help. They were at a market somewhere he didn’t frequent in his life. He looked around at the people; some were probably pirates and some where obviously not. Finally he caught sight of Jim walking with a basket in their arms. Izzy looked around to where any danger might be but couldn’t pick any out.

Izzy moved to walk by Jim touching their glove and hoping that Jim picked up on his presence. Jim stopped for just a moment then continued on looking around.

“What have we got Izzy?”

“Fuck if I know,” Izzy said. He really couldn’t pick out anyone dangerous in the crowd.

“I’m not seeing anything weird Iz,” Jim said.

“Neither am I,” he said even though he knew that Jim couldn’t really hear him. Maybe they could pick up on the vibes though.

Suddenly Izzy turned around and saw two men exiting a shop looking right at Jim. Izzy touched Jim’s glove pulling slightly to hopefully get them to look behind. Jim did but not in time to prevent them from being grabbed.

The world went away and came back and Izzy was on a ship, in a cell with Jim. Jim looked up.

“Izzy?”

Izzy touched their glove, “I’m here.”

“Two assholes grabbed me, put a bag over my head. I hear them speaking English, maybe navy.”

“Got it in one.”

Izzy looked up and wished he had an actual body to use. He needed a sword, a gun, something and he needed to use it.

“Fuck,” Jim said.

“Welcome aboard the Hunter,” Ricky said. Izzy looked at the nasty fucking cunt that killed him and wanted very much to return the favor. At the very least he could make sure that Ricky didn’t kill Jim.

Unless…was he there to take Jim away? Would he know when that was what he was sent for? So much about what he was doing was unknown.

“I just have one simple question for you, you see, no one seems to know where I might find Blackbeard or Stede Bonnet and I can’t seem to get ahold of one of the crew of the Revenge until now.”

“I’m not telling you where they are,” Jim said.

“If you do I’ll not only let you go, but I won’t touch you or anyone on the Revenge so long as you live.”

“Fuck off,” Jim said.

“It’s a rather generous offer I would think,” Ricky said.

“It is, if it were real. I don’t believe a word you say,” Jim said, “And I don’t make deals with people who killed my friend.”

“Friend? You don’t mean Izzy Hands do you?”

“Keep his name out of your mouth you…rancid syphilitic cunt.”

Ricky frowned and took a step back, “How…”

“Oh, Izzy’s here, he told me to say that,” Jim said. Izzy didn’t realize that he could put words into people’s minds, perhaps he could only do it occasionally but it was worth the effort to do it for the look on Ricky’s face.

Ricky scoffed, “So the ghost of Izzy Hands is here is he? Well that’s none of my concern. He can’t do much can he and I can’t kill him again. Did it take him a long time to bleed out? Did he die screaming in pain?”

Jim growled at Ricky and Ricky laughed.

“Jim, I’m alright,” Izzy said.

“Last chance or we’ll start torturing you. Maybe if Izzy is here he’d like to watch you die in horrible pain,” Ricky said.

“Jim, lie to him, tell him to go to Dead Man’s Cove, I’ll get the Revenge there.”

“They’re hiding at Dead Man’s Cove,” Jim said.

“See that wasn’t so hard, what Izzy’s ghost can’t possibly understand is that you are still alive and can feel pain. Such a good motivator,” Ricky said, turning to go, “Oh and if they are not there I’ll kill your whole crew in front of you and then you last.”

Jim sighed, “I hope you know what you are doing Izzy.”

Izzy hoped he did as well.

***

Izzy made it back to the Revenge and went straight to Frenchie. The man was very receptive to his presence and he hoped to make quick work of warning them.

“Lord above, uh Izzy’s here,” Frenchie announced.

“Does this have to do with Jim? They’ve been gone too long,” Olu said.

“Fuck, I told them they shouldn’t go alone,” Archie said.

“I think it’s about Jim,” Frenchie said, “Let’s see…”

“Oh, I wonder if Izzy can guide us to Jim? If I’m at the wheel?” Fang asked.

“Let’s try that.”

Izzy didn’t know if he could get Fang to steer in the right direction but it was worth a try, he didn’t really have any concrete idea on how he was going to do it anyway.

Fang stood at the wheel, “I’m ready Izzy.”

Izzy came up behind Fang then sort of stood in the exact same place, he place his hands over Fangs and thought about moving the wheel so that they would go Deadman’s Cove.

Fang turned the wheel and Izzy got them heading in the right direction. Izzy helped for the first little bit but then he had to lave to check on Jim.

*****

“Izzy?”

Izzy touched Jim’s glove and Jim sighed in relief.

“We should be at the cove soon. I hope the Revenge is coming,” Jim said. Izzy wished he could actually speak to Jim to tell them it would all be alright but he kept touching the glove and hoped Jim could pick up on it. They were quiet for a while then Izzy knew he needed to go back to the Revenge and make sure that things were going well over there.

“Izzy? If…if this goes wrong before they get here. If he decides to kill me, can…can you stay with me?”

“Of course I will Jim,” Izzy said.

“Good.”

*****

Izzy made it to the Revenge and Fang was still at the wheel.

“Izzy’s back,” Fang said.

“Are we going to Dead Man’s Cove Izzy?” Frenchie asked.

“Wiggle the wheel if that’s where we’re going,” Fang said. Izzy did so and the group cheered. How Izzy ended up with such a bizarre group of people he didn’t know. But then again he was a fucking ghost so maybe it didn’t matter.

“Who are we up against?” Zheng asked. Izzy wasn’t sure at first how to answer that, he was surprised that Zheng was jumping in with the madness. Izzy thought about his death, about the pain, the fear, the sadness.

“Anybody feel really depressed right now,” Frenchie asked.

“Yes,” Fang said, “Like when Izzy died maybe? The English?”

“Ricky, it’s probably Ricky that has Jim,” Zheng said.

“No way out of Dead Man’s Cove, if Izzy’s leading them into a trap we’re probably supposed to go fight and get Jim back,” Frenchie said.

“Yes!” Izzy said and hoped they would get it.

“Alright, Zheng get ready to fight, Fang keep on course for Dead Man’s Cove, lets go get Jim back.”

*****

Izzy went back to Jim and Jim was standing on the deck of the Hunter. Ricky was looking at the clearly uninhabited island. Jim looked nervous and Izzy made his presence known.

Izzy looked and saw the Revenge just starting to peek out from the ambush spot.

“You lied to me,” Ricky said, “I’m almost impressed.”

“Must have forgotten where they went,” Jim said.

“Is your ghost here now? I wonder how he’d like it if I shot you with the same gun I killed him with,” Ricky pulled out the little pistol and started to load it.

“You can kill me but someday that smug attitude is going to get you killed pendejo,” Jim said, “You’ll have two vengeful ghosts after you.”

Ricky scoffed at that and continued to load the gun. Jim was doing an good job of looking unafraid but Izzy could feel the fear coming off them in waves. Izzy didn’t know how much he could effect things, if he could nudge the gun or stop the bullet. He didn’t have a body but he could move thing a little. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, he hoped the Revenge would soon be in firing range.

“Captain Banes!”

“Oh what now,” Ricky said. The first cannon ball from the Revenge hit the railing of the Hunter sending splinters flying everywhere.

Jim looked back at the Revenge and smiled. Ricky looked around in panic but still had the wherewithal to lift the pistol and aim it at Jim. Izzy knew he was going to fire and nudged Jim just a little then put his ghostly had around the gun to try to move it just a bit.

Ricky fired and Jim cried out in pain and fell to the deck.

“No.”

Jim moved and Izzy knelt next to them. It was enough, Izzy had done enough to make the wound none fatal. Jim had been shot in the arm and the bullet had grazed their ribs as well but it wasn’t a mortal wound. Now if he could get them to safety maybe all would be well.

It wasn’t long before Zheng and Olu came over the edge of the ship and focused in on Jim. Izzy followed Jim back to the ship, he wished he could see what happened with Ricky but he promised to stay with Jim and though they weren’t dying they were still hurt.

Zheng and Olu came back not long after Roach started working on Jim, Ricky was likely going to get away but the ship was fucked enough that they could get away.

“That fucker threatened to blow us all up,” Zheng said.

“We’ll get him someday babe,” Olu said, “How’s Jim.”

“Doing well, needs stitches, broke a rib,” Roach said.

“Izzy saved me,” Jim said through gritted teeth.

“Thank you Izzy,” Olu said, “If you’re here thank you.”

“He’s here,” Jim said. Jim groaned and cursed as Roach started stitching their arm. Izzy stayed with Jim until Roach was done.

“We need to warn Edward and Stede,” Jim said, “Ricky wants them.”

Izzy agreed with the whole thing and hoped that he could stay with the group long enough to see Edward again.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday6 #ofmd #izzy hands #jim jimenez #fic

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killinggamebusters · 3 months

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Alright the humors worn out and now I'm gonna roast this anon entire manifesto before blocking them, TW under cut for lots of nastiness and mentions of torture and death threats and abuse, I shouldn't even give them this honor but honestly I want to be able to roast them forever and have something to point back too and also with my memory I'd start to question if this even happened and that's no fun!

"If you fully admitted that you ship abuse as a coping mechanism and DIDN'T glorify Ouma, didn't reblog shit about how "actually he and Gonta were totally good friends, even though Kokichi constantly abused him, drove him to despair and savored every moment of his execution". Kokichi is a subhuman monster and the only person in all fiction that ACTUALLY DESERVES to suffer through Gold Experience Requiem's infinite death loop. You are a disgusting piece of human garbage that fully deserves to die"

Incredibly funny of you to fucking put a jojo reference in you saying about how awful kokichi is, Dio is worse, I am shipping you with the anon who won't stop calling Kaito a rapist on one of my other blogs. Anyways he's a kiddo in a killing game with a murder total of like 2, he did bad things but, like, saying he's the worst character in all of fiction when making a jojo reference is fucking wild, Dio is right there!! Literally kicking dogs!!!!! Kokichi doesn't kick dogs and is thus an inherently better person

"Have you ever heard of a torture called scaphism? Here's the lovely description: "The king decreed that Mithridates should be put to death in boats; which execution is after the following manner: Taking two boats framed exactly to fit and answer each other, they lie down in one of them the malefactor that suffers, upon his back; then, covering it with the other, and so setting them together that the head, hands, and feet of him are left outside, and the rest of his body lies shut up within, they"

Wow you are so bad at actually explaining things within an ask, you could have summed this up in like 15 words, "its where they shut everything but your hands head and feet in a boat" get to the fucking POINT

"hey find his flesh devoured, and swarms of such noisome creatures preying upon and, as it were, growing to his inwards. In this way Mithridates, after suffering for seventeen days, at last expired." This is what you deserve. "Shou Tucker is totes a good father to Nina that loves her so so much and he TOTALLY HAD to turn her into a chimera because he had no other option" that's what you sound like. Kokichi is a worse person than fucking Junko, because at least Junko forced her classmates and"

God you took so many words to say "you should be eaten and suffer for 17 days" who caressss about the history oh my god im bored to TEARS. Also at least Kokichi's plan worked, Shou Tucker is the shittiest alchemist in the series. I'm also not even sure if this method would work, i would simple manage to get loose, i am built different mithridates.

What did this dude even do im curious now, PFF LOOKING IT UP YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET THE DETAILS RIGHT BITCH WHERE'S MY HONEY AND MILK, ITS NOT EVEN A REAL BOAT IT'S HOLLOW LOGS, there's no even real proof this torture even existed god you're bad at this you might as well shut me in an iron maiden , also the guy killed a guy i guess, I don't actually care, but anyway you wouldn't even do it right I'd be fine

"sister into a killing game BECAUSE SHE GENUINELY LOVED THEM and killing them and making them suffer was a way to bring herself as much despair as possible. Kokichi, however, is just a sadist that enjoys everyone's suffering and doesn't even feel despair when others die. Everything he does is for his own amusement, not for ANY altruistic motive. He PURPOSELY drove Gonta to despair just to see him suffer. He made him kill Miu just so he would see Gonta's despair when he's exposed and executed for"

Did she end the world because she loved them? did she have her sister murder an entire middle school out of love? Did she pluck a guys eye out of love and make him eat it out of love? Did she have the entire student council massacred out of love? Junko deserves better don't drag her into this, she wants to be seen as evil and despairing stop woobifying her it's hurting her. Kokichi's motive was survival, and even if you disagree with that, he says multiple times and in his final words how he was lying to himself to survive. However, even if that WASNT TRUE or it was ALL A LIE his death count is once again two whole people, Maki got two people killed out of sadism as well but I don't see you yelling about her. Even if he was the most evil person ever, he again, only got TWO PEOPLE KILLED, that's NOTHING. Even if he was a sadist who only wanted to torment and hurt people, he ain't the mastermind, and he didn't get to actually do a lot of tormenting. Everything you are saying about Kokichi, is just Junko, and you seem to love her. Hypocrite.

"for killing her. He ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT of Gonta's suffering and anguish. Kokichi's crying for Gonta was so obviously fake it is sickening. And don't mention the DRS. They flattened Genocide Jack and Tenko's characters into "bYaKuYa!!!111" and "fUk MaLeS!!!!111" and portrayed Junko, Monaca and Kokichi as almost normal people and not the monsters they actually are in canon. So don't even talk to me like this somehow proves that Kokichi would be friends with Gonta outside the killing game."

Buddy who even brought up Danganronpa S? Wasn't me, they don't even have many interactions in DRS, everything I'm talking about here is straight from the base game don't worry. Also Monaca is like 10. You have got to get better at formatting this it's so hard to follow. Even if Kokichi enjoyed all that suffering, Mikan is right there, having her kills actually be about despair, and yet you only focus on Kokichi like this is a unique sin, curious.

"You deserve to rot in the garbage, eaten by maggots. You don't deserve to be treated as a human being, to have human rights. You are a piece of garbage. You deserve to have your bones shattered and left to rot in a garbage container.You are an abuse apologist and a victim blamer.Kokichi just used Gonta as a tool because Gonta's nonexistent social skills, his low self esteem and desire to do ANYTHING to be useful, to finally be able to help his friends made him a perfect target for Kokichi."

I am at MOST an abuse apologist by your logic as I have never once said Gonta deserved to die, just that Gonta made his choice and even afterwards of getting caught he didn't regret it. It's not abuse though, it never was abuse, abuse is a PATTERN of behavior, one incident, two if you count the meet and greet, is not enough to set that pattern in stone. Especially when Gonta already got his revenge for the meet and greet.

While Gonta was the perfect target, it's not abuse, that's not what abuse is. Kokichi flashed Gonta with the light and told him his plan, while he definitely was manipulative, that's not abuse. You're just spouting buzzwords at this point. Also incredibly funny to call ME the abuse apologists when YOU'RE sending me graphic death threats, like buddy, I don't know how to tell you that you're the aggressor here

Kokichi never cared about Gonta.You deserve to die a slow, agonizing death by getting your guts pulled out. Everyone would be happy if you died. Everyone. Your father, your mother, your siblings, you are just a burden for them. They would be really happy if you died.

HA that's so fucking weak, you don't know me or my situation, you don't know my friends. Sorry you have friends who would disown you for shipping something they don't like, my friends enable and care about me. While my parents are incredibly patient and kind with me. Getting my guts pulled out is kinda erotic though can you do it tenderly for me? I mean not like I'd ask you, I know exactly which friend I'd go to if I wanted someone to hold my guts tenderly.

Gonta himself said that he doesn't trust Kokichi anymore after Chapter 2's events. Most likely, he doesn't even consider Kokichi his friend. I don't know where you the idea that they were "FRIENDS UWU" in any way. They weren't. Kokichi's tears for Gonta were clearly COMPLETELY FAKE, only meant to give his evil rant more impact to maake others believe that maybe he did care about Gonta after all only to make his reveal more painful. It very clearly ISN'T genuine in any way.

Boy howdy I love how things are up to interpretation in this series and how people can have rational discussions about how they perceive the same event. Just kidding, you're unhinged! Anyways you can not trust someone but also still care about them Gonta did not want Kokichi to die, Gonta cares about all of his classmates, Gonta cares. To assume otherwise goes against everything Gonta stands for. He's not a toddler, he can have nuance about people. He's a smarter lad then you give him credit for.

Gonta was groomed and manipulated into becoming a murder weapon. He's not to blame for Miu's death AT ALL. Gonta was manipulated. Manipulation isn't just forcing someone to do it with a threat. Kokichi wrongfully convinced him that it was for the better, taking advantage of Gonta's low self-esteem and desperation to help others. You've never been manipulated or abused in your life if you're saying Gonta could've just declined. It's not easy to just decline your abuser. Abusers can pressure you

Not what grooming means in the slightest but thanks for trying. You're just repeating yourself at this point, pathetic. Everyone was desperate that trial, what happened is a tragedy, but to deny Gonta any blame is to deny Gonta any agency he is not a helpless toddler. He is AWARE Kokichi is a liar, he is AWARE of what Kokichi does, and even if he is manipulated, he categorically does not regret as alter ego gonta, he's so sad it happened, but he still thinks its for the best they don't know the truth. Gonta agreed with Kokichi that there is no happy ending with the knowledge of the outside world.

And as for when Gonta says "Don't blame Kokichi anymore", you'd be a complete moron to trust GONTA in this situation. Gonta is THE LEAST VALID PERSON to trust in this case. Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? Many real-life cases of abuse have similar patterns of victims. While Stockholm syndrome is commonly associated with a hostage or kidnapping situation, it can apply to abusive relationships, when the abuse victim begins to express love for their abuser.

Stockholm Syndrome isn't fucking real, it's a fun trope, but it was not, and never was real. Please do research. It's basically the modern day hysterical woman, oh my god. Even if it was true, that's not how it is even theorized to work, the plan took place over like, less then an hour, that's not enough time for ANYTHING to set in. For what you're theorizing to even have a chance to be true they would have to be locked together in this scheme for DAYS. Please google fawn response as well, you'd have better luck making a point with that.

Gonta says to not blame Kokichi because Gonta knows he made his own choice, and would make it again, and most importantly, he wants everyone to GET ALONG. He doesn't want Kokichi to be hated, he wants everyone happy. This isn't him being "omg kokichi is so special rawrxD" its "im going to die, and all i ever wanted was everyone here happy, so please, don't hate each other"

And then I guess the spam filter or whatever stopped them from sending anymore because that's a weird place to end it. Anyways this was very cathartic for me and I may do a research paper on this in the future.

TLDR; we should like, have kids and see what they think of gonta and ouma that'd be fascinating

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thesparklingwriter · 1 year

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dancing in the moonlight

'You’re notably much happier when you think you’re bossing him around.'

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, they're dancing in the rain, i have no motivation to do the rest of these tags but there's nothing bad in there so you should be alright for the time being

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hi this is bad and shorter than normal because i am #sick once again, so i am very sorry for disappearing and please take this as a peace offering. Tumblr has deleted this twice so i am at the end of my tether, if there are any problems tell me about it tomorrow

You’ve grown to like walking around Liyue. At first, you thought it was pointless—some kind of thing Zhongli only liked to do because he was once the archon, and he loves his city enormously. But over the years, you’ve begun to like it too.

You enjoy watching as the season change, and the ships in the harbour dock for longer. It’s actually fun. You make up stories for the people you meet, and there are always fun stalls for you to gawk at. Even though the novelty has worn off slightly, you continue to find the beauty in everything, because life is more fun that way, and it’s an excuse for you to be with Zhongli.

And even though you sometimes walk in silence barely even exchanging words, the comfort of the quiet envelops you so much so that you barely even notice. You like the quiet moments between you the best—times when you can just be.

“Are you hungry?” Zhongli asks, as you slow down after catching the scent of some street food. He pretends to be surprised that you’re so easily distracted, but he’d known you’d want to eat the minute you smelt food.

“Always,” You grin, eyes focused on the street food vendor. You ponder over the menu for longer than strictly necessary, oohing and ahhing over every item as if you haven’t tried each and every one of them at least ten times. “I can’t decide,” You mutter dejectedly.

“How about I make you something special?” The vendor smiles. “On account of you being my very best customers.”

Zhongli watches as your face lights up—the very prospect of good food brightening your mood immediately. He liked that about you, the way you wore your emotions on your face. The vendor passed you your food—extra spicy for you, as always—and off you go, on the route home.

As usual, the journey home will always consist of some complaint you have, just to make it more entertaining. Sometimes you complain about work, other times you complain about lunch. Sometimes you complain about Zhongli.

“Come on, give me the bag. Please?”

“No.” He sighs. “It appears as if it’s going to rain, and if you get rain water in the food, you’re going to complain to me about it the whole way home.”

“I never said I was going to eat it.”

“You are salivating at the mouth as we speak.”

“That’s got nothing to do with the food,” you grin. Either Zhongli ignores your not-so-subtle flirting, or he simply doesn’t get the implication. It’s probably the former. “Well, if rain’s a problem, we can just go home, right? We’ll make it back in time.”

“I doubt that,” Zhongli hums, but he makes no move to speed up. At first, you’re convinced that he’s just doing it to be contrary, but then you notice the splattering of raindrops in the ground before you.

“Go on, say it.”

“Hmm?”

“Just say ‘I told you so’ already,” you mutter. The rain is light, and you rush ahead, only to notice that Zhongli still isn’t speeding up.

“I have no intention of saying that.” he says, glancing around at the hills around. He always likes to take the scenic route, even though he does spend most of his time looking at you. Today, however, is an exception.

“Li, I’m getting rained on.”

“Yes, generally, that’s what happens when you’re outside during a downpour. Do you not want to enjoy the rain?”

“I’d like to if the food wasn’t a problem.”

“I’ve dealt with that.” A quick glance back at him shows that he has, in fact, dealt with the food. What he’s done with it, you may never know. “It’s very relaxing to be out in the rain. I thought you might like to try it.”

You look at him, at his hair that’s becoming plastered to his face, and you laugh. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hang out in the rain for a bit, right? You’d both been working really hard lately, and Amber will be okay with Xiao for another thirty minutes. She’d have to be.

“I will stay on the condition that you teleport us home after.”

“Deal,” Zhongli smiles. He was going to do that anyway, but letting you feel like you had one over him often did wonders for his peace of mind. You’re notably much happier when you think you’re bossing him around.

“Hey,” You mutter, glancing back over the hills. “This is boring.”

“You lasted longer than I thought you would.” Zhongli chuckles. “How about I teach you a dance?”

“In the rain?”

“If you’re going to complain of being cold, we might as well warm you up, no?” You glance at Zhongli, suspicion dancing in your eyes. He has his moments when he can be romantic, but right now, you’re convinced that this is simply a plan to trip you up and cover you in mud.

“I don’t trust you,”

“And why is that, love?” Zhongli gently takes your hands in his, gently guiding them to his shoulders and settling his hands around your waist.

“Because underneath that gentlemanly act you’ve got going on, you secretly enjoy wreaking havoc.” you grumble, adjusting your hands on the back of his neck.

Zhongli laughs, gently swaying you from side to side. You begrudgingly oblige him, following his steps. His steps are confident and assured, so you have no choice but to dance along with him, even if it means you slip in the mud.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” You huff, after you slip for the tenth time. Yes, tenth, you’ve been counting.

“Of course not,” Zhongli says, with mock surprise. “How could you ever accuse me of such a thing?”

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