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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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GHOST SPIDER GHOST SPIDER GHOST SPIDER

The noccoro angst with this reversal is beautiful! GIVE ME PISSED OFF NETEYAM WHO RESENTS JAKE FOR ABANDONING SPIDER

Give me neteyam who is racked with massive amounts of guilt and torment over not rescuing Spider and having to live with the fact that he's dead and only neteyam knows and can only see him....

I think the only person who would believe him would be Kiri, considering how in tune she is with eywa and her surroundings.

Give me Neteyam trying to help put Spider's spirit to rest, but Spider is so far gone that it's impossible to even try, because Spider's spirit is just so broken from everyone turning their backs on him and abandoning him to the sky people and him feeling like he's not good enough to pass on into Eywa's embrace.

"You left me to die!" Spider screamed.

"I-I never wanted to leave you behind! None of us wanted too leave you behind!" Neteyam cries out as tears roll down his cheek.

"LIAR!" Spider screams as the marui shakes violently from Spider's furious rage.

GOD YES THANK U FOR SCREAMING WITH ME ABOUT THIS. HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT.

(If you guys don't know what we are talking about, it's the ghost of Guilt by @undercoverpan which is like a Spider ghost version of our Neteyam ghost au and we are all literally insane for not thinking of that first).

I know we've all been on our Neteyam hiding his relationship with Spider shit, but I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for him to just say fuck it and just start saying everything and going off on everyone. I KNOW Kiri would believe him, and I think Lo'ak would too, he looks up to Neteyam too much not too. The tragedy that even if he can get through to Spider ghost and they can reconcile and he can prove to Spider that he loves him and that the kids all care and never wanted to leave him, it ultimately doesn't matter. Spider is still dead and Neteyam is still just seeing a ghost.

(If any of you are into The Black Phone and also are into very sad and tragic ghost love stories, feel free to check out Holding On and Letting Go by Nizhoni93, which this fic reminded me of in the hopelessness it made me feel in the ghost of a loved one being right in front of you, but not really there at all. It's so incredibly well written. Little tw for implied rape/non con, but if you know The Black Phone you know).

Fun edit to my draft of this: got distracted rereading that fic, please have a long list of quotes from it that really haunt me and that I feel really fit our ghost love au:

"He curls in on himself, crying quietly. I lay beside him on my side, head lying on my arm, watching him. A heavy blanket of grief covers us both. There’s a block of moonlight coming through the window. It splits us down the middle, me in shadow and Fin bathed in the silvery blue streak peaking through the jarred curtain. It’s almost ironic. That we’re laying on opposing sides now, like it was always inevitable. This frail seam divides us more than I feel. Light and dark. Life and death. Maybe we were just never meant to be in each other’s worlds."

"When he falls asleep again, I want to reach across that fragile line of midnight, that mystical brink between us, and urge the sweaty strands off hair out of his face. I imagine imprinting myself under Fin’s skin, leaving new and warm dreams of us to replace the cold bruising ones the Grabber left behind.

There’s an anchor in my chest that stops me. I’m never gonna’ touch Finney Blake again. Am I?

All we have is whatever this is.

And whatever this is, it’s harder than anyone can ever imagine."

"Sort of struts down the hall sometimes — which admittedly, is kind of cute. Now that I'm dead, I can own that. Finney Blake is cute. It's not like I have anything more to lose in saying so."

"Instead I could have stuck around and spent a lifetime making sure I was protecting Finney Blake from myself and from anyone who could dare to get in his way. Now I'm the reason he's getting in his own way.

He spends hours in day, refusing to forget me. He's sad when he wakes up and he's sad when he goes to bed. When he's not sad, he's angry."

"I like you Finney Blake...only you'll never know it. You'll think I liked older girls with angry philosophies. But I like you, for your sweetness and how clever you are. I like you for being funny and gentle and brave and impossible to give up."

"'I can’t shake him.' Finney mumbles, his words sounding exhausted and hazey, 'He’s still everywhere. He won’t go away.’

'I know kid. He’s still got me too.'

Fin hitches on another cry.

'Robin…'

My heart perks. I need him to never quit saying my name. Even when he’s sad, I want it to be his. Only his.

'…I know you said I could do this, but I can’t. Why’d you have to go?'

I shake my head at him, 'I haven’t left Fin. I'm with you till the world stops spinning if you want me. I ain’t going anywhere.'"

"He squeezes Donna's hand, but I feel the pressure constricting my heart instead. There's no more blood left in me to spare, but if there were it'd be at Fin's discretion to start pumping the life back into my veins where it belongs."

"That hasn't changed Fin. I'll always be around to have yours, I want you to have me right back. I wish I could be the one to help you break down the walls you've built since I died, instead of being the reason those bricks were laid. Donna Thompson is around to help you miss me, but what if I don't want to be missed? I just want to be in your face and hold your face and kiss your face and make you never forget me."

"'I have faith, just not in who you'd expect.'

'Then who?'

He looks up, steadfast, 'The only person that matters,' he answers. 'Robin.'

I smile at him with a misty gaze. You're the only thing I still believe in too Finney Blake. Fuck it, we can worship each other and every inch of the world around us that isn't covered by shadow. I never want to be in the dark again. I don't have to be when I'm around you. We can make our own light and we never have to crossover. We can just stay together, you knowing me and me knowing you...and that's all that has to make any sense.

I'll stick with you Finney Blake. Pray to me. I'll be your best religion."

"I reach up and thumb Finney's face where his jaw his tensing. I'm braver being invisible. Writing my fingertips over his skin. There's no electricity between us. No magic spark under my fingertips. If I give into the temptation and add even a little more pressure, he'll slip through my fingers. I can't tell if he's cold or warm. I can't feel the smooth hollow of his cheek, or have him lean into my touch.

But I can look into those black eyes and know exactly where I belong. There's a little window of light slipping onto the crest of his irises now, unveiling flecks of gold. They look like stars. If Fin is lost, I'll stay lost with him. I'll float my soul forever in the deepest, darkest shade of his universe.

'I couldn't live without you Fin. Dang dude, I had to go and die just so I could follow you forever.'"

"'This isn't normal grieving Robin. Everyone keeps telling me it'll get easier but every minute you're not around, I'm losing my mind! I'm seeing flickers of you in the corner of my eye. I'm hearing echoes of things that aren't there. It's your stupid sarcasm and your sass and your obnoxious fucking laugh—'

'Hey...hey watch it—'

'I miss your laugh,' Finney chuckles sadly, 'you never cared that people looked at you weird for it.'

'Maybe cause I only had eyes for you dork.'

'And then I think I feel things too. Just now, I swear...' He shakes his head at himself, tracing his cheek softly. I watch his brain working, my heart thudding with desperation. You swear what? What Finney!?

'There's no way.'

There is a way Fin. There has to be! We just have to find it."

"Can dead hearts break? If so, I hope this time I'm done for good."

"I try to shake him awake, but my hands go through him. I hover my palms over him, quivering uncontrollably. I yell out to him, 'Fin! Wake up! Wake up! C'mon man!'"

"Sometimes I catch glimmers of hope in his eyes. Hope for me. For us. Those star flecks burst like supernovas only I can see. But I worry; will Fin accept any future without me in it, especially knowing now that I’m back on the table? I don’t want to get his hopes up. Seeing as how, fate’s got an annoying track record for overlooking the sheer epicness of us. What if once all our light explodes; we're just left staring into the dark mouth of a black hole?

I'm not sure I'm good for Fin anymore. Or is it the other way around? This boy is a torture to me. I'm alive when I'm around Fin. He makes me alive. My heart stopped beating a long time ago. My heart is decaying five feet deep in the earth. But Finney wakes my soul. We're so extended; it feels like he's beating one heart for the both of us.

I know I’ll have to let him go one day. I know I’ll have to make him let me go.

Till then, we can keep being hopeless idiots.

I still really wish I could give Fin what he wants though. Get him to see me for as little or as long as we have left."

"'Are you here Robin?' He barely whispers. Anyone else would've missed it. But by now I'm an expert in all sounds Finney Blake, and I can make language out of even his tiniest, most indistinguishable peeps. 'Or did I chase you away?'

I smile softly at him.

'Nothing you say is making me go away Fin.'"

"We can pretend we're in our own little world here. You don't know this, but I'm laying against the door hovering my legs in your lap because the leg room back here really does suck but also because it's an excuse to get closer to you. I'm not complaining.

Finney...I've missed half the movie because I'm watching you instead and I never want to quit being the only one who gets to see you from this angle. The way your smile shines from your soul and the casual grace of your dimples as you reach across the console and keep stealing Gwen's fries. You have mischievous grin and a fry dangling from your lips and I'm realizing you're my latest and greatest revelation.

Jesus. I think I might love you Finney Blake. I think I might maybe...actually...definitely love you."

"I'm losing my marbles trying to hold onto this illusion I've built around Fin and me. Maybe I died too young for this. I'm too small for a feeling so big, but I can't help it. I know how I feel and I feel like I can't live without him. I guess I don't have to though, do I? I've fooled myself into believing that being dead meant nothing had to change. I could sit on the sidelines like I used to for Finney's games, only this time I'd be watching him live for the both of us. It's sad to realize that everything about me since I've died and everything that’s happened since, is really, pathetically, entirely about him. I can't live my own future so I have to steal his."

"I touch him. Not really though.

Fin blinks into a soft, nonplussed expression. My heart leaps in my chest.

He looks at the space beside him, at me?

Not really though.

His eyes scan the empty seat where I should be sitting and a part of me believes he feels something. That he's searching down a path that I've dragged him down again. I feel guilty for taking him away from this moment of reprieve. Why is it so hard not to be selfish with him?"

"I touch him everywhere where he can see me in the window. I run my fingers over his forearm and love the way his veins pucker when he tenses his arm. I crawl my fingers up the sides of his neck to see if it tickles him and I get sad when it doesn't."

"'Why'd you do that? Why'd you go away?'

'What?' I ask wincing, taken aback by that. 'It's not like I meant to Kid.'

'I don't understand what's happening here!' Finny says, spinning on his heals and pacing in the other direction now. He gestures vaguely and frustratingly at thin air.

'I can't go through this again! It's just like what happened before, except now I'm losing you in pieces rather than all at once and...and...do you even know how hard that is? You were there and now you're not and why? Why are you doing this to me?'

My eyes burn with angry and uncomfortable tears. He's getting under my skin, or maybe he always was and I'm just being reminded of that.

'Hey stop it will you! You think this is easy for me either? You think I wouldn't POOF! myself into your fucking lap again if I could?'

'I'm waiting here ghost boy!' Finney shouts at me, or I guess in the general direction of where he thinks I'm standing. He's about three feet off."

"'Robin,' He utters again, 'if you heard any of that, I didn't mean it, okay? This is all so hard. All I want is for this to be real. I want to keep you so badly.'

I step closer to him, suffocating the space between us. Leaving absolutely no room for Jesus.

'Don't I know it,' I whisper back.

I like the way his bangs get tangled, and I lean in and nuzzle my temple against them. It might be coincidence, the way he closes his eyes for me. We're breathing together. It makes sense to take and give life together. I dust my nose against his cheek and then move my lips over his lips. He pacifies against me. He’s more delicate up close. I'm stroking all his sweet, soft curves and fuzzy outlines.

'This is progress though, right?' I tease him, whispering against his mouth. My voice is raspy, losing itself to the lump in my throat. I swallow it down and close my eyes too.

'Tell me you can feel this Fin.'

'Robin...' I hear Finney whisper, softer and more fragile this time, 'Is that you?'"

"'Dare me to spend the night with a ghost, Robin?'

I grin at him, my mind and heart on fire. I quirk a challenging brow at him, 'What else is new, right?'"

"'Jesus Christ,' she scorns, touching a hand to her head and clutching her hair stressfully. 'You've really gone and fallen in love with a ghost haven't you?'

I stiffen. Fin chokes on his spit. He flushes so red, he looks like a dorky beetroot. We both start rambling like idiots.

'What? Robin and I aren't...no, it's not like that—!'

Without thinking, I look sideways at him. My heart snapping in my chest as I do. 'It's not?'

Lelaine bears down on me suspiciously.

Oops. Did I just say that out loud?

I backtrack, matching Fin's panic and blurting out my own pathetic explanation, 'I mean of course it's not!'

She's not buying it, cocking her chin in my direction and telling Fin, 'He doesn't seem to know that.'

I drop my face in my hands, groaning, '¡Querido Dios! You did not just tell him that.'"

"I sigh as I spider crawl my fingers toward his hand laying on the table. I tease my index finger over his. He doesn't move. Doesn't even flinch. I look at his hand, and at him and feel unbearably empty.

'He doesn't feel it.' I whisper. 'How can this be real if he doesn't even feel it?' I sit up and look at Lelaine through misty eyes. 'Can you help us or not?'

She frowns between us, looking sceptical. 'What do you expect me to do?' She asks.

'I want to be like you.' Finney eagerly explains, 'To be able to able to see and hear ghosts and control whatever the hell is happening to me. I want Robin back. Please.'"

"'I'm not getting rid of Robin.' Finney tells her, thankfully on the same page. Not that I ever thought he wouldn't be. The sting feels a little more bearable. 'There's got to be another way.'

She looks at both of us, scowling.

'Can you honestly say you are happy living like this? Because you certainly don't look happy Finney. The harder a medium latches onto a spirit, the thinner their tether to the real world gets stretched. It's a delicate line. You need to find a way to cut that tether loose, before you end up on the wrong side of it.'

She looks at me insolently, but is speaking to Fin as she says, 'Cut him loose before it's too late.'"

"She can't force Fin to get rid of me. That's not how it's supposed to go. We're supposed to be together!

'I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me!'

'You aren't doing him any favours by sticking around here,' Lelaine shoots back. 'He can never move on if you're always around to remind him why he shouldn't.'

There's a shard pushing into my brain now. Breaking the nerve endings holding my composure at bay. Tears mist my eyes and I choke out weak and pathetic words, 'I'm not trying to hurt him. I...I love him.'

That has to be enough. That mean something! It makes this okay. Us okay. Right?

'You are hurting him Robin, even if you can't see it that way.'

'STOP IT!' Finney screams at her, drawing our attention. He gets up and slams his palms on the table fiercely. 'Stop talking to him like that! You have no clue what you're even talking about. Robin is helping me, not hurting me. I need him!'

'Trust me honey, a ghost is the last thing you'll ever need in your life.'

'But it's my life to live, isn't it? I make my own choices. Just like you. Just like my mom did! And I choose Robin, understand? So you can just leave us alone.'"

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itsanerdlife · 1 year

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Twisted Love 4

Pairing: Clint Barton x Castle!Reader

Warnings: Death. Tragedy. Loss. Cheating. Spicy, let’s just say that. It’s gonna be spicy.

Oh yeah there’s Smut, like early on. I’m not even sorry.

In a dark world, the one thing you don’t want is to find out the one you trust, who you’d give your life up for, isn’t as faithful as you thought. When tragedy pulls my marriage apart, at the seams. Everything seems to just get worse from there. Only my husband isn’t going to let things go that easy, I find that out when he drags me back home. The only D we agree to, was till Death and that just might be the only thing left. But for who?

His brow connects suddenly, shaking his head. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Snorting, I roll my eyes. His hand shoots out, gripping my chin.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Sweets, unless I’m dick deep in you.”

“Don’t act like I’m that fucking stupid.” I bite at him.

He sighs loudly. “Never wanted anyone but you.” He dips his head, trailing soft brushes of his lips across my cheek to my jaw.

It’s childish, I know. But fuck him.

His lips move to brush across my own, instead I stick my tongue out. Licking him.

He stops moving, glaring at me. I can’t fight the smug smile forming on my lips.

His hand slips from my chin, resting against the wall beside me.

He flutters his eyes a moment before speaking. “I swear,” lifting my brow at him. “If you need to lick something, I’ve never objected before.” There’s a cocky smugness to his tone.

“No thanks, god knows who you’ve been in.” Rolling my eyes pushing his buttons. “Besides I bought a toy that does it better for me than you ever did.”

Smirking at the low growl somewhere deep in his chest. Clint never did like to be out done. It’s not the truth, but it’s what he deserves.

“Sweets,” he growls at me.

“Clinton.” I grind out between my teeth.

“Kitten?” Barney appears in the living room. Unphased by the situation he’s found us in. In the years of time it’s probably not the worse one he’s found his brother and sister in law in.

“What?” Clint and I snap at him.

Barney smirks. “Your stuff arrived.”

“Not now.” Clint warns his brother.

Immaturity at it’s finest. I reach forward, licking the side of Clint’s face. He jerks back, I slip through the opening he left.

“Y/N!” He yells after me.

“B I need mouth wash, or just straight tequila. God knows what’s on him.” I pat Barney on the chest as I pass by him. He chuckles, but it’s cut off quickly by only God knows what look Clint gave him.

T is standing in front of the boxes and bags that contain the main things of my apartment.

“Where is the small safe, little thumb print reader on it?” I look to him.

“What’s in it?” T smirks down at me.

Batting my eyes up at him. “Blackmail.” I smile.

He watches me for a moment before he opens a box and pulls it out.

“Besides if I wanted to kill him, I’d hire someone, not do it myself.” I roll my eyes. “My momma always said the widow is the first suspect. Cry at his funeral, have an alibi and cash the check six months after his death.” I shrug, taking the box he hands me.

“Like you would have to hire someone to kill him for you.” T chuckles. “Say the word to the right person and you know he’s good as gone.” I maul this over.

Shrugging, I turn to find Clint standing there.

“I always knew he would take your side.” He chuckles darkly.

Looking up at T, I smirk. “That’s why he knew where I was the last year.” I shrug, walking away.

“T’CHALLA!” Clint bellows.

“B, be a lamb and bring my things to the spare room.” A smug smirk as I pass him.

“Starting shit and you haven’t been home an hour.” Barney chuckles heading for my things.

With an airy sigh, I glance back at the three. “You dragged me home, like I would make this easy on any of you. Did you forget who I am?” With that I hold the book size safe above my head, wiggling slightly.

“What’s in the safe?” Clint looks at the two.

“No idea.”

“She said blackmail.” T replies nervously.

“Fuck.” Clint sighs.

With a laugh, I kick the bedroom door shut behind me.

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Stepping out of the bathroom, T is kicked back in my vanity chair, playing with bottles on the top. He’s reading over my face moisturizer, finally looking up at me.

“Any good?” His brow lifts.

Turning away I run my towel over my wet hair. “Look at me T, do you think I use wasteful products?” I glance back at him, lifting a brow at him.

He nods slowly, his hand flipping the cap open, squeezing a small amount on to his fingertips. Hanging the towel on the door, I move towards him and my vanity. Grabbing my hair serum as he works the moisturizer into his skin, looking in the mirror.

“You going to yell at me or just give me the cold shoulder?” He asks, side eyeing me in the mirror.

Shrugging my shoulder, working in another cream through the length of my hair.

“What would you prefer?”

“You to deck me so we can get past it.” He chuckles.

Sighing softly, I wipe my hands on a hand towel, folding it back together, resting it on the vanity. Nodding slowly, I shrug my shoulders.

“It’s fine.” Looking away from him, tightening the belt on my robe.

“Don’t,” he sighs.

“I get it. I really do.” I turn in circles. “Everything I thought I could believe, turns out to be a lie.” Playing on T’s feelings. He’d get over being punched, he’d laugh through getting yelled at, but he couldn’t stand feeling guilty towards me. It eats him alive.

“Y/N,” he huffs, dropping back in my chair.

“I thought my husband loved me.” I wave my hand, wandering around the room. “That’s a lie.” I snort. “Thought I would have this perfect little family.” Running a hand through my wet hair. “Clearly that was a lie.” I give him a tragic look. “Thought my best friend, would always have my back.” Pressing my lips together, shrugging. “Another lie.”

“Come on! That’s not how it was at all and you know that.” He groans. “You know I always have your back.”

He gives me a pointed look.

Swallowing hard, I drop my eyes.

“You knew why I was running.” I mutter, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“Since when do you run?” He scoffs. My eyes snap up at him.

He snorts in laughter, rolling his eyes at me. “I’ve seen you make grown men eat your gun, didn’t you make Danny what’s his face lick your boots?” He smirks.

My head tips slowly to the side. “What’s your point?”

“Why would your husband make you run?”

Floundering for a moment, I blink at him. “That’s entirely different, T.” I splutter at him.

“You sure? You don’t sound so convinced.” His brow lifts, smirking at me. Scoffing at him, in irritation. “So you what dragged me back here, so I’ll what, kill my husband’s mistress?” Shaking my head.

“If that makes you feel better.” He shrugs, getting up.

I glare after him as he moves towards my door. “I hate you.” Folding my arms over my chest. I huff.

He grins back at me. “Sure. Call your dad, he’s worried about you.” With that he leaves the room.

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cyi-can-you-imagine · 5 months

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Long fic writing project

Ok, so I’m seriously considering revitalizing one of my old longer fics. Three are mostly written and have been posted here or on AO3. I’m going to take them down (not delete them!), really focus on the editing and storytelling rather than quickly posting.

These are all angsty!wincest. It’s all hurt!sam and caretaker!dean, protective!dean. Tragedy-comfort-love stuff. Lots of fluff. But it’s gonna make you cry, too, cause tragedy happens, too. And some have happy endings, and the others are left up for interpretation.

I am absolutely still writing my fluffy daily wincest short stuff, this is just an additional project because I want to get into my writing again…I’ll tag everything and give warnings about everything so you can skip if it’s not your jam… 🙂

So if there’s one anyone would like to see worked on, lemme know. Otherwise, I’ll just pick one and I’ll post it anyway, so….

Starved/Skin and Bones - this has had 2 different titles and, same story. Sam is kidnapped and not rescued for several years. When John and Dean finally find him, he is a shell of who he was and has lost several pounds. The boys had discovered they were in love with each other only three months before Sam was taken, and those feelings return. But Sam has a long road to recovery. He’s developed an eating disorder through his torturous experience, and of course, has some psychological damage too. The story is one of love, loss, despair, hope, tenderness, terror, grief, and love. They have many obstacles to overcome. Including John. What happens when he finds out about his sons true feelings for each other?

The Choice - this a story about a sixteen year old Sam living in a motel with his brother. But something horrible has happened, and Sam makes a decision that affects his whole life. Dean’s too. Soon after, Dean starts noticing things have changed recently, and Sam’s acting very weird. They don’t touch as often as they used to. Dean’s used to his brother craving his touch, but now Sam seems to wince in fear around him. John is gone so often now, that Dean doesn’t think he knows anything at all. Sam comes home late from school, he’s been getting into fights, and he’s more withdrawn. When Dean finally finds out the truth he is livid. He then makes his own horrible decision, and finds out too late the reason behind Sam’s choice. Can he fix this before the damage is irreparable?

The Fire Pit - John and the boys have settled in a small town for a very long term hunt. John’s rented a small house where the boys share a room. This proves difficult for Sam since he’s started to have feelings for his brother. He can’t stop thinking about him. Sam attends high school there while Dean works. But the thing John is hunting? It’s a Djinn, and it’s kidnapped Sam. Of course, Sam doesn’t know he’s in a dream world. Here, Dean loves him. Treats him with tenderness, it’s everything Sam’s wanted. But when he’s rescued after 3 days, he realizes it’s all a dream, and that Dean doesn’t and never did love him. Sam’s in pain, both mentally and physically after the torture by the strange group that took him. But John’s in deeper than anyone expected, and what Dean finds out while helping Sam heal might just tear him apart. But the way Dean feels about Sam? Maybe it’s not a dream after all. And John? He does something that Dean never expected him to do. And now he needs to get Sam as far away from their dad as possible, or Sam could be lost to him forever.

Sick - Teenage Sam is really really sick. He’s been hexed by a witch and in a lot of pain. He’s alone for over a week while Dean looks for a cure - and gets worse. Much worse. When Dean returns, he discovers a little brother that has experienced something no one should ever face. Not only had he been hexed by a witch, he had been tortured by demons in Dean’s absence. Dean struggles to care for him as he blames himself for not getting back in time. Love grows between the two boys once Sam is on the path to healing. But when John comes back from an extended hunt and finds out what happens, he takes Sam in the night, blaming Dean for “destroying” his brother. Overcome with grief and rage, Dean sets out to find the love of his life and save him from their father’s abusive hands.

Anything stick out to anyone? Which one should I work on first?

#wincest #which would you like to read #multiple chapters planned #or I could start a completely new one...

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annamarabella-grumble · 1 year

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mass effect replay thoughts, episode 9

episode 1 / episode 2 / episode 3 / episode 4 / episode 5 / episode 6 / episode 7 / episode 8

we’re on mass effect 2 now

again, HACKETT STOP CALLING ME ON MY BANANAPHONE CHALLENGE

the bananaphone is for bananergencies ONLY, i am BLOCKING this NUMBER

have i mentioned how much i hate arrival? like, come on now. “you’re not an operative, you’re just someone helping out a friend” hackett. old man. grandpa. big “it’s not technically illegal, but if the council finds out they’re gonna yell at us” energy.

and then I’M the one getting [redacted]

we’re not there yet. for now, we’re hitchhiking all over the galaxy, collecting checks notes mangy old mercs, idealistic fools, cat burglars, cool chicks, assassins, justicars, our wonderful krogan son, mad scientists, cool mechanics, mobile units full of big lads

and miranda and jacob were already there

learning that jacob’s dialogue trees were written by the same guy responsible for the ‘mixed signals’ fiasco with kaidan in the first one, i was NOT surprised. fem!shep can’t just. be a person around that man, huh?

it was my SECOND conversation with him, how is this happening

running downstairs to cry on garrus' shoulder

(we’re gonna romance thane in this playthrough for maximum tragedy – and boy, am i ever looking forward to THAT infamous dialogue choice)

listen, i am only flirting with kelly for the sake of my FISH

JACK, I LOVE YOU

sad picnics for everybody! i might have cursed the mako, but it’s a pity you can’t just… go to a lot of planets to hang out

GRUNT I LOVE YOU BABY

shepard: lets rana go again

zaeed: that’s gonna bite you in the arse someday

shepard: [turns wordlessly]

horizon is a PAIN in my BAHOOKIE

GARRUS IS DOING CALIBRATIONS goddammit i need my bro

hell, garrus, you were always ugly

that man really just made himself the spectre (heh) of shepard’s good intentions and called that a vocation, huh

bioware: ooh, raptor man sexy. got it. brandon, drop the voice an octave!!

garrus: my feelings got in the way of my better judgment

buddy. BUDDY. there’s your feelings, then there’s 50 feet of crap, and then MORE FEELINGS. WHAT BETTER JUDGMENT?? have you met yourself

[on omega] is it hot in here or just coughs oh, that’s not good

VAKARIAN, nO!

like, i have several bones to pick with the quarians about the geth but that anti-quarian prejudice on the citadel is GRINDING MY GEARS. that poor girl being accused of pickpocketing.

i finally found a description for that security checkpoint npc who just… in close-up, it’s mostly fine, but in a medium shot, it’s just

it’s like when you draw a face on a hotdog

#mass effect 2 #meta #grumble has thoughts #video games #mass effect legendary edition #mass effect

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I am over the moon grateful to have been able to stay with family during the war. To be a jew anywhere is not simple right now, and its easiest to breathe in a home. And with that i am also really grateful to be If i wrote a book about falling in love with someone i cant have, the last lines would go like this:

You dont need to be angry with people. We have this idea that if someone wrongs ou, you are supposed to rave war. But just because i dont react, doesnt mean that what u did wasok. U r an idiot. I have moved on from that. How i react wont make you more or lessthat what i know u r. All it does is wastes my time. But make no mistake, kust be ause i choose not to respond to u,doesnt mean ur good.

And i told him, as chilly november wind blew, as we sat on the bus stop bench. 11am, a lit cigarette in my hand. I told him that i believed with my whole being that we would meet in a different lifetime. The feeling i got from him was that we knew eachother. An instant connection. He felt like a version of home. I knew that in a past life, we were married. We were so extatically happy together. That couple that disgusts you and simultaniously makes you believe in love. That kind of love. We were lying in bed, and you asked me if i thought we'd love eachother forever. And i promised that id love you for a thousand lifetimes. And here we are now. And i love you, im fulfilling a promise i made, but being with you is not going to happen in this lifetime

Im happiest when im there alone

Im in a mood of smoking weed with friends. Drinking vodka cranberry and watching a stupid movie.

Watch indiana johns something something lost ark... can someone explain to me why its known for being about good versus evil... the nazis are evil, but then the ark goes to the americans which is pretty mediocre... cuz indy wanted it to be something and america put it in the closet.

To everyone whos personality is empathetic but quiet. Where you're not going to post or talk about everyone you feel connected to. Those who fall apart from seeing pictures or images of people you dont eben need to know to feel as awful as anyone else. To those who are seasonally depressed anyway and the war doesn't help. To those who knowone will ever know just how many souls you connect to you because all you need is a voice, a picture, a video and you feel like you know them. To those who conside themselves a leg and the person who we lost an arm, who feel the loss, who understand how weird it is to be sorry for your loss,

I want a degree and then to get a job while looking for my dream job. I want a little apartment outside of the city.

Get a job

Live outside the city

Move in the summer

Get a job and work 4 times a week as a student

Live off of my money, start living my life

Work in rishon for the year- make up the classes

13&13 or 12&12

Weddings and funerals both have a special way of polarising people. You either know them or you dont. You were closer friends versus not so close. I always thought it was weird the feeling people get by being closer to an event, theres a justification that always happens where youre allowed to be extra happy or upset the closer you are. It sounds weird, but i always found the energies at celebrations and tragedies a curiosity. But for the empaths who feel it all but dont talk alot, who only need a video, a picture, a voice, to feel "unjustifiably" affected by a loss in our nation. Where you feel it all but noone says "im so sorry for your loss" cuz why should they. Where you find yourself wishing you knew them cuz then it wouldnt be so weird when you cry, people would just understand. Im gonna tell you: you are normal. Whether you knew the person, and whether you didnt know the person, wherever you are on that spectrum, i am so sorry for your loss.

You know as jews we kind of are a part of one body, and i might be a leg, and a lost person is an arm and i feel

Other girls might have been friends with a bunch of guys. Been really gross with guys. Bikinis on the beach, every night partying, friends and cars. India and sinai. Other girls might miss stuff like that. But do u know what i miss? I miss how i met ur mother marathons. I miss ordering pizza and eating way too much. I miss talking through greys anatomy about great scenes or whats medically correct. I miss going out to buy candy in onesies. I miss the one time drinking and watching the stupidest movie known to man. I slept so good that night. I miss the first time i ever smoked weed. I was in a bad mood, and the weed made me forget, and i stayed in a chill mood that whole night. I miss dancing on the kibbutz, we all secretly glt drunk at 10am and spent the day dancing. I miss the birthday party my pants caught on fire. We were under a bridge and it started raining and we were all soaked and just started dancing our butts off in the pouring rain at 3am. I miss the first day i felt pretty. The day i could look at myself and didnt want to hide in ramat gan. I miss the fireworks when the arab guy kissed me. The first guy i liked kissing me. Wjen he asked for my number. I miss my 21st birthday birthday where i felt so much gdly presence i was floating and gave out flowers at the hospital. I miss my first time in israel meeting the israeli soldiers. My life may not have the same amount of pictures as everyone. I dont care what i wore that day. But i had a spectacular life. Mostly i miss the calm of sitting abd eating pizza and watching tv with friends. Thats what i love the most. Ive had loud obnoxious in your face kind of adventure. Not the same adventure as everyone else. And maybe theure jealous of me- i had a crazy adventurous life. I lived in California knowing noone. I never really had an apartment- its too adulty for me. Its ok that their life seems so great. It isnt. I dint want it. I want my life. My life, with its regrets, is incredible. Its a story of a girl who knew it would get better. And then it did. It was spectacular.

A millionaire businessman needs to go to europe for two weeks. He goes to the bank and says id like to take out a loan for 500 dollars, im going to europe for two weeks. They need collateral so he says heres the key to my new jaguar. Ok, he goes to europe. Comes back two weeks later, back to the bank. He says whats the interest i owe they say 13.50. He gives them the 500 dollars back. He pays them the 13.50. He gets his keys back. The bank says mr businessman, if you're rich enough to have a jaguar, why did you need to take out a loan for 500 dollars? The business guy says where else could i have parked my car in Manhattan for 13.50 for two weeks

I want written on a teeshirt:

You can treat me like crap. You probably wont go up in flames or melt. Youll just have to deal with it in your next reincarnation while im in gan eden. But you are totally welcome to make the wrong decision. Thats you free choice.

I bought a perfume from giorgio armani a year and a half ago, my first time in italy. I wore it everyday and enjoyed smelling fresh- shampoo meets counter cleaner. I loved it so much that this past summer i finished the 80 dollar bottle. For me, perfume and mascara are an everyday thing that helps me feel alive and ready to go out. Before going out, i spray it on, and my favorite compliment is man, u smell good. I havent worn perfume for months. Definitely since the war started, its turned life upside down and i really havent thought about perfume. It seemed so vain. But for my birthday, i got a new bottle of the same lemon counter cleaner perfume, and i sprayed it today,and it just makes me so happy. Happy thati have t been in a while. Its like the perfume makes me feel ok. Like im ok. I can start the day. It just made me fall inlove with myself, and remember when life was just going about the day, hanging out with friends, late night car rides, dinners, sweaters, going to school, thrift shopping, beach days. When i felt ok. This is so important. It was a birthday that i wish i could tell myself the last like 4 birthdays- u will hve a birthday that makes up for all of it. Not because its some blow out birthday,but it actually was my favorite birthday since i was 20 and gave out fowers at the hospital. This birthday was just good. I took it gracefully. I wanted cupcakes and perfume. Guy texted me and that made me feel the best. Some friends wrote on my facebook page, some friends texted me. I just was quietly happy. Guy saying when can we meet up really made my day. I just felt loved by people likd i deserve the best. A guy will comd who deserves me. Who loves everything about me. Who will accept my faults and i can be honest with. Someone who sees me for who i am. Maybe i am someone who affects people around me. Im someone people remember.

Why do people have free choice to be an ass.

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And I... Chapter Three, a Malevolent Fic

A chance to speak alone.

Final fics of Surrogate, season one: 3/4. Written with @sepiabandensis.

AO3

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Faroe stared as the mist evaporated, the tragedy faded, and her father’s broken cry cut off. She felt like she’d never move again.

ALRIGHT, a voice, full of motherly sternness and just big enough that it rattled in Faroe’s ears, rang out. GET OUT. ALL OF YOU, LEAVE. PARTY’S OVER. BEGONE.

A chorus of awwww came in response, but, shuffling, casually, laughing over the whole thing, they obeyed.

Though not all were laughing. A few were stunned, walking as if in a daze. A couple cried. Faroe understood that.

I AM SO SORRY, CHILD , the voice said—but it was pitching, now, compressing somehow to be gentler, softer, to not harm her. COME HERE.

Faroe turned. Saw Nibbles run headlong into some unnameable appendages with a desperate bleat. She saw a pair of arms, human but for the hoof-like tips of the fingers, reaching.

Faroe fell into them and let out a horrible wail.

Arthur knew this cry.

He’d made this cry. He’d done this, years before, and knew the sound.

The circumstances didn’t matter. The details didn’t count. This was regret; this was grief. This was a father holding his child, dead through his foolishness.

This was hell, and Hastur was in it.

Arthur staggered toward him.

No! Arthur, there’s fucking ichor everywhere!

“I don’t care ,” said Arthur. Ichor was slippery, and he almost fell, but he stayed upright, following the sounds.

Arthur, he… I… I forgot. Our tears are golden fire.

Drops of light like pieces of the sun fell. Golden and bright, sparkling like spinning diamonds, they spilled over the black ichor as if to light it on fire, spilled over Hastur’s limbs, his robe, his son.

The ichor sizzled under Arthur’s boots. Smoke rose with every step, but he kept coming.

Arthur, fuck! You're gonna get burned!

“Hastur.” Arthur’s voice was shot. He reached, following the sound.

Hastur couldn’t respond. Maybe didn’t hear him. Maybe did, but it didn’t matter. He wept.

He’s dead, said John. He’s dead! He’s fucking dead! YOU DID THIS!

“Shhh. John, shh.”

No! He’s dead!

Arthur sighed, took John’s hand to his face, and kissed it. “I know. Just… not now. He knows. We all know. Please, John.”

Tears flowed down their face, hot and stinging where fragments of obsidian had cut so delicately Arthur hadn’t felt it. He’s dead, John whispered.

Arthur wasn’t honestly sure how he was keeping his thoughts in one place right now. Maybe it was because he understood Hastur now, or at least… enough. “Hastur,” he said again. “Faroe is still alive. We have to go to her.”

Hastur shuddered, full-body, and then he groaned. It was a sound more pained than anything Arthur had ever heard, and turned his stomach.

The golden tears that fell burned hot, and Arthur rubbed at them. He groped blindly and found the sleeve of Hastur’s cloak and set his hand on the muscle beneath. “I’m sorry. But she needs us. We… We can come back and bury him when it’s—”

“No,” Hastur said softly. “No. I will take him home.”

“Hastur,” Arthur said, as gently as he could manage. “There’s no time. We need to—”

Hastur shifted beneath Arthur’s hand, pulling away from him.

Arthur let out a breath. Then came a wet crunch, and the sound of ripping flesh. Arthur stepped back. “What the fuck?” said, his voice low and horrified.

“I will take him home,” Hastur muttered, horrible chewing sounds filling the air. “I will take him home.”

“Oh, gods,” Arthur said, and he surged forward again, desperate. “Hastur, fuck! What’s—”

Arthur. John’s voice was low. Stop.

“John, what the fuck?” Arthur whispered.

This is what we do. He needs this. John let out a soft sob. We both need him to do this.

“But he’s—”

This the way, John said, his voice shaking. My… our son must return to his source. It honors him. It ensures no one can ever take him from us. This is bringing him home. He has to do this, Arthur. If I could, I would. Another sob.

Arthur brought John’s hand to his lips again. Freaky gods. He’d never fully understand them. But… he understood the emotion he heard, and so he went silent.

After what felt like an eternity, the crunching stopped. The weeping did not.

Arthur felt like a monster, but he knew his priorities: the living over the dead. “Faroe. She’ll want to see you,” he said.

Hastur did not answer that. He suspected otherwise, but he knew Arthur was right—they had to go. Hastur took his son’s crown and tucked it into his robe, and then he reached… and hesitated.

He’s holding out his hand.

Arthur exhaled slowly and took it.

It was guesswork that they’d gone to the Woods. Nibbles had taken her. It made sense.

Hastur was silent as they flew, portaling in with less force, somehow, than usual, as if he barely had it in him to exert the will to travel.

Arthur wasn’t sure what to expect from the Woods; after all he’d experienced, he was shocked at how it felt. Vast. Quiet. Occupied, somehow, but at such distance that it didn’t matter. He trembled as Hastur landed in a small clearing.

They weren’t alone. This way, a soft voice called, and something large and ungulate moved groaning trees out of their way.

Hastur slid along the ground with the weight of a thousand worlds on his shoulders and Arthur in his arms. All three of them were silent.

They startled when they heard a familiar, soft sob.

“Faroe!” Arthur flung himself out of Hastur’s grip and charged for her.

“Arthur?” she said, like a ping on a radar, and Arthur grabbed her up.

Hastur hesitated. Then he simply picked them both up. His tentacles writhed as he checked her over, touching her throat, trying to repair any injuries that remained, taking the tangles out of her hair. He was still silent.

Arthur made up for it, sobbing her name over and over again.

Oh, boys, a huge voice said with a sigh. Boys, boys, boys. What a mess you’ve gotten yourselves into.

She was huge. She was everywhere. But she was also not, contained in a guise carefully selected not to drive Arthur or Faroe mad, brimming with intense power like the afterimage of the sun, but contained. Careful. Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, stood and shook her head. Be at peace, all of you. I’m not angry with anyone. Hastur, you can stop gripping Arthur so tightly—I don’t want you to snap those legs of his accidentally. Nice work, by the way, John. Very skillful. You might even get a knack for healing one day—you’ll need it, if you’re intent on hanging around that one.

I am, John said, suddenly defensive.

Don’t get prickly with me, now. Her tone was light, barely even a scolding.

Faroe took in a shuddering breath—and then her face contorted, and her tiny fist started pounding on Arthur’s chest. “You—you liar,” she cried. “You lied to me. You made me think my father was—you LIED!”

Arthur’s inhale was shaky.

Hastur started to speak, then stopped. Several tentacles drooped.

“I didn’t, though,” Arthur said, softly. “Not really.”

I told you this would fucking bite you in the ass, said John.

“S-shut up, John!” She was twisting backward, trying to escape from Arthur’s grip but constrained by tentacles. “You never liked me, let me—let me talk to my—put me down.” Her head whipped around to Hastur. “Dad, put me down!!!”

Hastur did, slowly, as if he feared he’d never hold her again.

But I… that’s not…

Arthur reached for Faroe.

“No,” she said, skittering backwards a few steps. “Just—so it’s true? Everything he said. It was all true—about Arthur, and the t-torture, and ab—” she let out a choked sob. “And you’re my…”

Hastur was still and silent. Arthur was still and silent. It was John who broke it. It was my fault.

“John,” Arthur started.

No. Fucking no. All of this is my fault.

“No,” said Hastur, and it was barely audible, almost just a rumble, almost thought instead of word. “It was mine.” And he removed the spells keeping John hidden.

Faroe gasped, trembling, as her eyes adjusted to the sudden shocking gleam of gold tangled all through Arthur. It was familiar. “I r-recognize…” she said, her voice wavering and full of tears. “W-why? How?” The dam broke. “He looks like you! Why?”

They didn’t want to hurt you, John started.

Then Hastur removed the spell he had on himself.

She gasped. Hastur, behind John—wounded, incomplete. Hastur, with a ragged edge, fluttering as though his whole being had been torn like a robe.

But that couldn’t be. “No,” Faroe said, looking back and forth between them. She remembered: He took something from me, Hastur had said about her wicked human father, and he would not give it back. “No. I don’t understand. Dad? What is going on?” She stomped her foot. “Arthur! What did you do?”

Arthur reddened, and even in the middle of this, stubbornness sharpened his jaw. He opened his mouth.

“Years ago,” Hastur said before he could speak, “I saw a portal opened to the human world by worshipers of Shub-Niggurath. She wasn’t going to take it. She didn’t even care about it. I… tried. And I would have succeeded, but… the humans were fighting, on the other side. They closed the portal on me… and cut me in twain.”

Faroe inhaled sharply. “But…”

“Part of me went to the Dark World. Dead. I only did not because my… those whom I had marked kept me alive, at the expense of themselves.” Hastur did not have it in him to lie. To filter. To make age-appropriate. He bled, visibly and not, and the truth stained him.

“Hastur,” Arthur said.

“No,” Hastur said gently. His tone softened further. “But the humans thought that part of me was free in their world, so they jury-rigged a spell to capture my other half within it—and in the process, pulled him out of the Dark World and into a book.”

Arthur interrupted. “I opened the book. I didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t even supposed to be sent to me. I still don’t even fucking know how that happened.” He swallowed. “And John… was in my head.”

I wasn’t John. Yet.

She was weeping again. “No,” she said, as if it would make all of this untrue, as if it would make Arthur and John and Dad throw back their heads and laugh and explain that John was anything else, not a part of Dad that hated her, and Dad didn’t hate Arthur because all this time he’d held a piece of him. “No.”

You need to hear this, John said.

“No!” She cried, and she took a step back. “No, no!”

“Faroe,” Arthur whispered.

“Stop. Stop it!” She pressed her hands over her ears. “Just—let me think! Just stop.”

Hastur’s head was down. Arthur’s fists were clenched.

And to Arthur’s shock, Hastur quoted a poem. “She struck where the white and fleecy waves / Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side / Like the horns of an angry bull.”

“What?” said Arthur, turning toward him.

Hastur fell silent again.

A poem about a shipwreck. Arthur clenched his jaw; it would have to be handled later. He turned back. “Baby, maybe, we should go home, or…”

No. Fuck no. We’ve hidden enough. We’ve danced around this enough.

“John—”

IT’S COST FUCKING ENOUGH!

Arthur gasped, wincing, and gripped his head.

You want to know? said John. Why all the shit my FUCKING SON said happened? I’ll tell you: because I won’t leave Arthur , and Arthur won’t leave me. Your dad didn’t like that. Of course he didn’t like that! So he tried. He tried to break Arthur, to make him let me go, and it didn’t work. Until… He stopped. Just on the cusp of disaster, he stopped.

“You should have gone back,” Faroe whispered. “All of this…” And it was too much. It was all too much, and she sobbed, turned, and ran into the trees.

The Woods were silent for a long, horrible moment.

Well, that could have gone better, Shub-Niggurath said with a sigh. I won’t let her go far, boys, don’t worry.

Very quietly, Hastur said, “Thank you,” and that was all. He was utterly still.

“Fuck that!” Arthur said. “Where’d she go?”

Easy, tiger, the Black Goat said. Listen, a group chat isn’t working. She’s upset, and overwhelmed, and frankly I think she needs just a bit more compassion. And I think you, Arthur Lester, need a bit of… one-on-one time, yeah?

“What?” Arthur said.

What? John echoed.

There was the sound of a heavy body getting up. A thumb pressed to Arthur’s forehead, and John began to scream.

No. No!!! Don’t— A yelp rang out that distorted the world and made Arthur’s knees buckle. “Put me back! Arthur! Oh, gods, Arthur—put me back!”

Arthur gasped and stumbled forward.

Hastur caught Arthur so he did not fall and made one miserable sound.

It’s only temporary, sweetie, Shub-Niggurath said. Oh, look at him. He’s trying to bite me.

“Put me back!” John wailed.

Arthur groaned and pressed his hands into his eyes. Colors swam in his vision, blurry and unfocused, and it was with a wave of nausea that he realized he could see. He could see, and he was alone in his head, and that meant—

Arthur turned toward Her voice and nearly went blind.

Easy, easy, the All-Mother said. Deep breaths, Arthur. You know what? Hold on, I think you need a little juice to keep you steady. One moment.

Something that felt suspiciously like a mug was pressed into his hands. Drink up, honey. It’ll help stabilize you a bit—heal up those bruised ribs, fix the strain on your optic nerves. That should help. A sigh. I suppose it’s only fair to give you some as well, Hastur. You look like shit.

Hastur was spiraling.

He stared at John, apart, right there .

He didn’t move.

He didn’t reach for the drink.

He didn’t reach for his Piece.

He stood, aching and incomplete, and said nothing.

Are you worried, sweetie? This doesn’t count as cheating. Kayne and I have an understanding.

From somewhere in the woods came Kayne’s voice: “Yo!” Which was apparently confirmation.

Hello, darling. Now scoot. Party’s over: it’s my time now.

“Yuh!” he said.

Another pause. Both of you drink up. Seriously. Don’t make me compel you.

Hastur did not move.

Arthur chugged. Whatever. Get this done. This was in the way. “Where the fuck is my daughter?” he dared, eyes screwed shut.

Open your eyes first.

He did, then gasped.

The Woods were vast. Impossibly huge. The trees rose like mountains, tops hidden from his view in nighttime gloom. Other shapes moved silently through the trees, shapes that would not resolve into anything his human brain could rationalize.

Arthur looked around. Left. Right. Up at Hastur (and shuddered—that was quite a bit more than he’d been imagining). And he looked for John. Where was John?

Over here, sweetie. And gods, there was the source of that voice—huge and motherly and permeating everything. Arthur could only seem to focus on parts of her, horns and hoofed legs and fur and heavy breasts and glinting eyes, and she laughed, so light. Good! Good. You’re learning. Just let your eyes flow over me—I made sure this guise wouldn’t be too much for you. Now look over here. And she gestured with one supple arm.

It was little more, for a brief moment, than a pile of gold fabric. Then it rippled. “Don’t! Arthur, don’t.” John sobbed. “She made me look like him.”

Oh, you big baby, the Black Goat said. I did no such thing. Just change your form if you hate it so much.

“I can’t,” John wept.

“I don’t care,” Arthur said, ragged, fixated, and tried to lunge for him.

Hastur grabbed him back. “He has…” It seemed to be an effort to talk. “He has no control yet. He’d kill you. Wait.”

“Let me fucking GO you great big… fuck, you’ve got so many EYES!”

Easy, Arthur, the Black Goat warned—but then her tone turned light, pleased. He’s right. John isn’t ready to touch mortal flesh.

“Hastur’s doing it!” Arthur accused.

Hastur knows how to control his power, and even in his worst moments, has never burned you with it. Now, we’re on a bit of a time limit, here. You’ll get to see John after, I promise, but first you’ve gotta talk to Faroe. Alright?

“Where is she?” Arthur snarled. Gods and trees and impossible goats, whatever. He needed his daughter.

Off you two go, Shub-Niggurath said, and suddenly Arthur was somewhere else.

Finally bereft of anyone he had to be anything for, Hastur slowly slumped, as if deflating. He wouldn’t look at John.

He’d cost John his son, too.

They were suddenly in a sunlit place, green and summery. Ducks quacked, and wind rustled the trees; but Arthur had eyes only for one thing.

Faroe gawked, shocked to see blue sky and green grass unlike any she’d ever known.

Arthur stared. “You’re… you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Faroe spun to him, blinking up at him with eyes rimmed red with tears. Her curls fell gently around her face. “Your eyes,” she said, her voice soft. “They’re not gold anymore.”

Arthur fell to his knees. “I can see you. I can see you!”

She blinked at him. “He was in your eyes,” she said, yet more puzzle pieces falling into place.

“I can see you,” he whispered, tears streaming.

What was happening now? “But—what about John?”

“She took him out. Temporarily, she swore it was, or I’d be trying to fight a god.” He managed a wry smile. “Wouldn’t be my first time.” He reached, hesitated. “You’re beautiful, Faroe.”

She stepped back, shaking her head, then lifted her chin like the princess she was, and took a deep breath. “Where are we?” she said, looking around the area.

It was like they’d stepped into a memory. The pond rippled with ducks along its placid surface; there was the bench he used to sit at. The troll’s bridge peeked from between a few trees.

“We’re at the park,” Arthur said softly. “The park I…”

She watched him, her gaze intense. Intelligent.

“The park I took you to, when you were small,” he finished softly.

“There isn’t a park like this in Carcosa,” Faroe said.

“No,” Arthur said, his voice coming out in a ragged laugh. They both looked out of place, Faroe swimming in a massive blue sweater covered in blood, Arthur in his own bloodied khaki coveralls. “No. This park is on Earth.”

She’s quiet for a beat. “Tell me about it?”

“Let's go sit,” Arthur said, and when he put his hand on her shoulder, she leaned into the touch. They walked toward the beach. Thick grass cushioned their feet. There were no other people.

This was a moment he’d never have again—alone with his child. He had to make it count.

“I am your father,” he whispered. “And yes, I… I kept John, though the King wanted him back. He didn’t want to go back, Faroe. He didn’t like who he used to be. So I helped him. But this place…” He sighed, bringing them to the bench facing the water, the one they’d spent so many hours at with a bag full of crusts. “This is one of my happiest memories. That bridge, there? We would cross it, and you used to make me check for trolls. And the pond… There were ducks. I used to bring you here.” He smiled softly. “You really loved the ducks.”

“You’re my real dad,” she said, sidling up to him, leaning against him with her head on his chest. “It’s all real, then. But why did you keep… why didn’t you tell me any of this? You told me my father was dead. You told me my father was evil.” She sniffed, wiping at her eyes with an unsullied portion of her sleeve. “Why?”

He rested his cheek on her head and tried to pull it together. “What I told you was true, baby, in many ways. I’m sorry.” He began to shake. After a moment, she realized he was softly weeping. “It was my fault. I’m never… forgive me. Please forgive me.”

“Arthur,” she said, and she took one of his hands in hers. “Please. I don’t want any more lies. Everything I didn’t know, every secret, has been used against me.” She squeezed his right hand between hers—it was strong, his hand, and warm, and though it wasn’t nearly as big as Dad’s, it was still large enough to dwarf hers within it. “Please. I need to know the truth.”

“Your dad loves you. You know that. I know that. If he didn’t, I’d have gnawed through his neck, or something. He does. I need you to know that before I answer. Okay?”

Faroe was quiet for a long moment because that was a wild thing to say. Did he fear she’d doubt if she knew the truth? “Okay,” she said, giving Arthur’s hand a squeeze.

“John is… was … part of the King in Yellow. We didn’t get along at first, but then we did, and he doesn’t want to leave, and I don’t want him to leave. But your dad wants to be whole.” He swallows. “It sounds simple when I put it like that, but it really isn’t.”

No, it really wasn’t. “I’m following. Go on,” she whispered.

“He tried to force us apart. He threw weird things at us. Crazy people at us. You know how he works—if he makes someone crazy, he can control them, and he was trying to do that to me.” His voice dropped. “I killed people—but they weren’t my first.” And he hesitated on the verge of something else, then tumbled into more memories as if to avoid it. “We wouldn’t let go. We were—are—entangled. So he threw us into the Dreamlands without any help.”

Faroe gasped.

“He tried to make me turn on John. He had John use the most painful thing against me, and it almost worked, but… in the end, it didn’t. Your dad was getting desperate. He’d been trying for more than a decade by then to get John back from the book, and here he was, stuck in some guy’s head. So he threw us in the prison pits, hoping to wear us down.”

“Three months,” Faroe said, her voice a whisper. There was a hitch there, the hitch that had always told Arthur when she was crying. “That’s… that’s what… he said. Three months in the pits.”

“Yes.” It was a whisper. “I killed some more. I did horrible things. But again… it wasn’t my first time.” He swallowed. “It didn’t work. We got even more entangled. We escaped, and Kayne… fuck that guy. I’m not talking about him now.”

She went stiff. “Kayne? Did you say Kayne?”

He took a breath. “Anyway. Your dad found us again. I mean… of course he did.” A little bitterly. “And he broke my legs. And John left.” His voice trembled again. “To save me.”

She stared at him, open-mouthed.

“But then Kayne…” He stopped again. “The thing is we were back together again, and on the run.”

It couldn’t be the same person. “Kayne?” she whispered.

“An Outer God. I don’t know what his problem is. He’s fucked up. Just forget him.”

She was trembling. Kayne. Her secret friend, whose spells were always overpowered. Kayne, who—

“The thing is, we got away. For years, we got away. I thought we got away. But we didn’t. Not really.”

No; she could imagine very few people could ever truly get away from her dad. She sniffled. “What happened then?”

Arthur’s voice was almost inaudible. “He thought he’d found a way to break me. He’d remembered the one time John and I almost hated each other. The one time. It was when John attacked me using…” His breath started hitching uncontrollably. “You.”

She couldn’t understand this at all. “When… wait. How?”

“Because you…” He had to stop for a moment and just clutch her. There was such desperation in it; there was panic in it.

“Okay,” Faroe said, trying to keep that from boiling over into wild sobbing. She spoke soothingly, like he was a spooked wyrm. “Okay. We can come back to that.” She took a moment, staring over the pond, at the ducks—several of them had come to the edge of the water and begun to waddle towards them, quacking. “Arthur? Will you tell me about my mother?”

The volley seemed to have worked. His breathing slowed. “Her name was Bella.” He laughed weakly. “You know how many times your teachers drilled into you how careful you have to be with sex someday. Well. You were… not planned.” He said it so tenderly; it did not sound like a curse. “And it’s not this way here, but there? Where we were? An unmarried mother was… she wouldn’t be able to get a job, or anything. So I married her. To help. We didn't love each other, Faroe—but we knew we wanted you.”

She was quiet as she absorbed this wild information. “What was she like?”

“Oh, gods, so clever. So quietly funny. You’d never know she was being a rebellious little shit, but she was.” And he laughed. “She made classes fun. She even made church fun, and I hated that. Just little things. So smart. And she always knew to keep her head down while getting her way.”

“You went to school,” Faroe said, her voice full of wonder. “Not tutors, but a school?”

“Yes. University. It’s where I studied composing. She was a nursing student. But when we married, she didn’t want to be a nurse. She wanted to be a seamstress. She loved making clothes, being really creative with them, and since she was with me and not her father… She could do that.”

Faroe wondered if Arthur even saw the odd parallels—that he once again harbored someone who wanted a different path than the one they’d been given. “Bella had a strict father,” Faroe said, testing the words.

Arthur shifted. “Daniel was a good man, but he was… yes. Far too strict, but he was afraid for her. He’d forced her to study nursing so she could support herself, and was deeply upset she dropped out of it. He thought I was ruining his daughter.” Softer: “It wasn’t that, but… we humans are bad at talking. All over.”

“I can understand that,” Faroe said, her voice quiet and far away. “Fathers wanting things for you that maybe you don’t want.”

“He’d lost his wife—Bella’s mother. We only talked about all this after Bella was gone. I wish we’d done that before, but… it’s just one of the many mistakes I’ve made. Faroe, I’m not a good man. I’m selfish. I’m so damned self-centered. The day she was in labor with you, I ran away to get drunk. I was so scared. I… I didn’t have parents. Mine killed themselves when I was six. I don’t even know why. I just knew I wasn’t a good person, and I was in a marriage I didn’t want, and now I was going to be a father, and I was sure I would fuck it up. Sure I would ruin you, somehow. So I got drunk. Because I’m a fool.”

Faroe just breathed—soft, blinking slowly at the ducks who looked for bread crusts in the grass on the edge of the path and milled closer in hopes of some materializing. “You didn’t want me?”

“No, Faroe, I did. I was terrified I’d mess everything up. Terrified I’d be trapped in a marriage neither of us wanted forever. I… I’m not good, Faroe.”

Faroe disagreed. “Bella died in childbirth. I remember—you told me.”

“Yes.” Barely audible. “And I wasn’t even there. Fuck me. I wasn’t even there.”

Faroe was quiet for another few moments. She was beginning to make some guesses. “Did I die too?”

“Not then.” What horrible words. What mysterious, horrible words. “I got you at the hospital, and the moment I held you, Faroe, it’s like… I became someone new. You changed me. Your little face, your… your sounds. You. Just you. It was like suddenly, I knew why I’d been born. For you.”

She took a sharp breath, then turned to him with wide eyes. “Really?”

The look on his face transformed him. Younger. Lighter. He looked like a man who’d seen some kind of heaven. “Yes. Really. Taking care of you… you were everything.” And then the smile grew wry. “It was challenging. Doing it alone. I was stupid, and didn’t talk to Daniel. We’d moved away from him. So I tried to do everything myself, but making a living with my music was… hard. I sold a few songs, but not enough, and it was always tight. I ended up working all the time, so I hired a woman to help out. To help care for you.”

“But your music is amazing,” Faroe said softly, leaning back against his side. “Why didn’t they buy it?”

He laughed weakly. “I never figured it out. When I wrote the popular thing, crooners, they sold. But when I wrote music that I wanted to write, it didn’t. I don’t know, baby girl. I never understood it. Turns out the gods and monsters like what I have in me better than my own kind ever did.”

Faroe wished she could remember this life with him, with humans and music and ducks. “What happened?”

He swallowed. “I had you for two and a half years. Two and a half perfect years. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I made damn sure you were always fed, no matter how tight it got. You had good clothes, and good toys. You were such a happy girl.” He’s starting to shake again. “So smart. You learned music on my knee. You played the piano. You were so smart.”

It didn’t take a lot of smarts to know something bad was coming.

Faroe took Arthur’s right hand as she’d seen John do hundreds of times and gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay, Arthur,” she said softly. “You can tell me. What happened?”

He made a sound—just one, soft, escaping him. “She said she was going on vacation. I’d agreed. But I forgot. I was writing. I had a big… it was coming up, a commercial, it would play a lot, and it would pay for… we could… we needed it, and I forgot. She ran the bath, and put you in, and said good night, and I didn’t… she must have said the water was running, but I didn’t… I didn’t…” He was hyperventilating. “I… I wrote fucking music while you drowned!” He was breaking down. “I didn’t even know! I had no idea! I’m so fucking… self-centered! I should’ve… I looked up, and it was late, and I didn’t hear you playing, and I didn’t know where you were, and I went to find you, and I didn’t know where you were, and the water was overflowing, and… I… I lost you. I lost you! Oh, gods, I lost you! ” He screams that last sentence, then put his face in his other hand, gasping.

Faroe kept her breath even, suddenly understanding why she’d seen what she’d seen in the Dreamlands, suddenly understanding why she’d had the nightmares she did. But that wasn’t all she understood: “She left me in the bath?”

“I’m so gods-damned… I forgot, I just forgot, I left you there, I…”

Faroe took a shaky breath and turned to look at him, her face hardening as she watched the tears flow from his eyes. “Dad’s a god, and he didn’t leave me alone in the bath until I was seven. She left me alone? In running water?”

Arthur panted. She seemed to have stopped him from going full-on hysterical. “You sound like John,” he said, as if it was a joke.

“This is what broke you,” she said with sudden stomach-wrenching certainty, and dropped her gaze to her scuffed pants, to the sweater that she desperately hoped could be saved. “You blame yourself. You felt so bad over this that Dad was able to use it to hurt you.” She took a breath. “Use… me to hurt you.”

And John had never liked her, always acted almost defensive toward her, as though she’d hurt Arthur. She clutched him.

Arthur was still shaking, but no longer hyperventilating. “Of course I did. Of course I broke. My daughter drowned. The light of my life.”

The crying. The tenderness. It all fit together. Faroe swallowed, trying not to weep.

And suddenly Arthur started talking, as if he just couldn’t sit in this moment, couldn’t rest, still couldn’t see that he wasn’t guilty. “I gave up music. I gave up everything. I was lost. For years. A friend pulled me out, and… we were detectives. For a long time.” He swallowed. “The book came. John came. Your dad knew how to hurt me, because the one time we… John and I almost hated each other over it, the one time John used your death. He was angry, and we were shouting, and… he never did it again. I need you to know he never did it again. But your dad….” Arthur took a deep, slow breath. “He brought you back from the dead. I don’t know how. I don’t… understand it. John said it was incredibly risky, but your dad didn’t care then. You were supposed to be the tool to get John back.”

“Oh,” she said softly, because that could not be worked through in this brief moment, in this remembered park.

“He was going to raise you. And then show you to me, after making sure I remembered what I’d done to you. He was going to kill you, and I’d… He’d get John back. But instead…” And Arthur finally met her eyes. “Instead, he fell in love with you. I need you to understand that. He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t hurt you. You did the same thing to him that you did to me. You changed him. But he still wanted John back, so… he just…” Arthur sighed. “This would be easier if John were here, because I don’t remember that night. The night you turned three.”

Faroe just stared.

“I was already a mess when he produced you alive. Happy. Calling him daddy. And he did… something. I don’t remember, but I do remember you saying… ‘say sorry.’” There is no accusation in this.

“John probably swore. Or… I don’t remember. I was so little,” Faroe said, screwing her face up. Her quest was complete, and it was a bitter brew; she knew, now, why they fought, and her part in their drama. She knew. “I’m sorry, Arthur, for the part I played in hurting you.”

“You?” he said, like that was madness. “You didn’t do anything! You existed. You’re alive, and I’m willing to do whatever I have to to be part of that. I agreed to compose. To do whatever your dad wanted. Because you were alive! Even like that, Faroe, even when your father crushed my mind into paste, you gave me purpose again. There’s nothing to be sorry for! I don’t care what John thinks.”

“So that’s why John hates me,” she said softly.

Arthur frowned. “He doesn’t hate you. He was afraid of you. He was afraid Hastur would use you to somehow destroy me again. In the beginning, your dad wasn’t kind to me. Gok… whatever his name was had that right. But John wasn’t kind at first, either. People can change, Faroe. Your dad’s one of them. He’s changed. Because of you.”

She curled against him, letting out a breath. “And John changed because of you.”

“We changed each other. But I think so. Yes. John did.” He swallowed. “Please forgive me for what I did to you. I can’t demand that. I know have no right. But I have to ask it.”

Faroe sat up and looked at him. He was a sight, ragged, his beard salt-and-pepper, eyes red from crying, his scars old—and beneath the beard, she could see that white, puckered scar on his neck.

She slid off the bench, untangling her hand from Arthur’s.

Faroe touched the matching scar on her own neck—the one that remained, even after the healing. “Arthur Lester,” she said, her voice firm. “I stand before you as your princess, and your daughter. By my power and the power of my Father, I absolve thee of thy sins. I wipe clean the slate of thy past.” She reached forward to press her fingertips to his forehead, his lips, his heart. “So shall it be written. So shall it be done.” And then she took a breath and crawled right back into his lap, tucking her head under his chin. “There,” she said, her voice shaking. “It’s gonna be alright now.”

He clutched her. “How…” he whispered. “How are you…” He made a few small sounds. “He’s right. You deserve… everyone’s going to love you.” He curled over her, holding her tight. “I love you. My daughter. My Faroe.”

“I love you too. My Arthur.” She pauses. “My… dad.” And she uncurled just enough to look at him, smiling a bit weakly. “It’s gonna take a while to get used to that. I’m sorry if I don’t do it right away.”

“You don’t have to worry about anything. You’re alive. That’s worth all of this. Everything. Twice as much. And I even got to see your face today. That’s like some kind of miracle.” He held her.

They sat for a while, watching the ducks, content to wait until the Mother brought them home.

And Arthur hoped, silently, that John was okay.

(chapter four)

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #934: Much Need Quality Time (Enchanto)

10:12 p.m. Castia's Household's Dining Room.....

Bruno: (Eyes Filled With Tears While Reading Alma's Love Story with Pepa) Dios mios....('Sniff') This really his the saddest love story ever....

Pepa: (Eyes Filled With Tears as Well) I know, right? ('Sniff').....They tried so hard to fight and protect their love until their dying breath.....('Sniff') It's so tragically romantic it hurts!~ (Cries Softly While Hugging Bruno Close to Her)

Bruno: DUELE MUCHOOOOO!~ (Bursts Out Crying in Pepa's Arms)

Julieta: (Walks into the Dining Room With a Bit of a Worried Look on her Face) Is....everything okay in here, you two?

Bruno: (Looks Up at his Hermana While Wiping the Tears Off his Face) Oh. ('Sniff') (Smiles a Little) Hola, Julieta. Pepa and I were reading one of mama's love novels and it's amazing....I think it's called "Maria" or something like that?

Pepa: ('Sighs Dreamingly') Maria La Sin Amor......The beautifully written love story in all of fiction~ You remembered reading this growing up, right Juli?

Julieta: I do. (Makes her Way to the Table, Joining Along Side her Siblings) I thought it was pretty decent all things considered. Though, I can't help but to think that the entire storyline resembles that into how mama and papa first met in some way.....

Pepa/Bruno: ('GASPS')

Bruno: Oh my God......(Starts Tearing Up) ('Sniff') Everything is starting to makes sense now!.....

Pepa: The romance, the drama, the suspense, the tragedies.....(Starts Tearing Up as Well) It really does have similarities to mami and papihehehehehehehei's!!!~ (Finally Burst Out Crying)

Julieta: ('Sigh') De todos Los pesimas...Come here, you two. (Pulls Both of Her Siblings into a Loving Hug While Giggling a Little) It's gonna be okay~

Pepa: (Gives her Older Hermana a Pouty Look on her Face) And what gotten YOU into a laughing mood, missy?

Julieta: Oho it's nothing too serious really. I was just remembering how much of a bunch of crybabies you two were growing up. It amazes how you're able to manage maintaining that role nowadays.

Bruno: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) What!? That's completely absurd! (Immediately Points at Pepa) She's a bigger crybaby than I am!

Pepa: (Gasps Loudly Before Pouting at her Hermano) EXCCCCUSE YOU!? What the hell is that supposed to be, Rat Boy!?

Bruno: (Gives Pepa a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Pepa, you're obviously the most emotional person in this entire familia. I can't even tell you how many rainy days we have because of the crying you've done over something so trivia.

Pepa: Well, excuse me for being a emotional girasol! And you're the LAST person to assume such absurdity! Need I remind you about all the times you constantly cried over ever snake that passes by the house?

Bruno: (Starts Glaring Back at Pepa) I couldn't help myself, okay!? ('Sniff') They don't have any arms......

Pepa: That's because they're snakes, ficticio! It is common knowledge for literally everyone that they don't possess any arms.

Bruno: Yeah, but wouldn't it be beneficial for them if they did? You can't just crush their dreams like that, Pepa. It's cruel even for you!

Pepa: BRUNO MADGRIAL, I SWEAR TO-

Julieta: Children, Children! Calm yourselves. (Smiles Brightly) You two already proven my point very fluently, so there's no need to fuss among ourselves.

Bruno and Pepa stops bickering with one another before turning their heads towards the eldest Madgrial with their respective deadpinned faces.

Julieta: What? Why are you staring at me like that?

Bruno: You seemed really sure about all of this, hermana.

Pepa: Yeah, what makes you think that you're not a crybaby just like the both of us here?

Julieta: Hey, I'm the most mature out of the three of us and the mother of three beautiful hijas. (Crosses her Arms) I hardly ever let my tears show.

Pepa: (Raised an Eyebrow) Oh really? So are we really gonna forget the time that you've cried everything each of our children were born?

Julieta: The birth of a new life is a beautiful thing to behold. (Crosses her Arms While Turning Away) I can't help but to be a little emotional about it.

Bruno: A little, huh? Then what about all the times you cried after every plays and soap operas Camilo participated in?

Julieta: Some moments from the plays were impactful and moving. And besides, Little Miss Rainstorm here cried through most of them too.

Pepa: (Opens her Mouth to Try and Argue Before Sighing in Defeat a Brief Second Life While Snapping her Finger) Tonterías......I hate when you bring up a counter argument......Ooh! (Eyes Widened Before Putting on a Mischievous Smirk on her Face) How about the time when we were little, you, me, and Bruno were the only ones waiting for someone to choose us for their team of fútbol. You were never chosen and-

Julieta: (Immediately Starts Blushing) What happened in our childhood is irrelevant to the current topic! That doesn't change the fact I'm still mature one of this familia!

Pepa: (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Realllllly have a funny way of showing it, Hermana~

Julieta: (Groans in Annoyance Before Glaring at a Snickering Pepa) S-Shut up, Pepa!

Bruno: (Bursts Out Laughing) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!~

Julieta: (Slowly Turns to her Hermano With a Pouty Look on her Face) Bruno Pedro Madgrial, are you laughing at me right now!?

Bruno: (Chuckles Lightly While Calming Himself Down and Wiping a tear Off from his Eyes) Sorry, sorry. I wasn't laughing directly at you....well...I mean....I was a little.

Julieta: ('Makes an Angry Mom Noise')

Bruno: B-But not completely! (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back & Forth) I just laughing at us in general. And....thinking about all the times we've spent together. Good, bad, in-betweens....I miss those days sometimes, you know?

Julieta: (Starts Frowning Worriedly and at her Hermano Along with Pepa) Bruno, what's wrong?

Bruno: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) Hm? What makes you think something's wrong?

Pepa: You're making that face again. (Gets Up From Her Chair and Moves it Beside Bruno's Side Before Sitting Back Down) Like you have something that's been bothering you for a while now. IS there something bothering you?

Bruno: Well.....I....(Slowly Starts to Frown a Little).....may or...not be thinking about what happened ten years ago.....You know, the time where I.....left....and all of that........ ('Sigh') I know the past is in the past and I shouldn't dwell on it, but I'm really-

Julieta: Brunito, we talked about this. (Gives her Hermano a Loving Hug on One Side) We don't blame you for what happened. Not anymore.

Pepa: (Hugs Bruno on the Other Side) And you have nothing to apologize for either. If anyone should be doing that, it's us for making you feel like a plague to this family.......and for making that....stupid song about you as well......

Bruno: Guys, it's fine. Really. I don't blame any of you for all of that. My gift has been causing trouble for years now, so shouldn't be too surprising that everyone sees me a curse of some sorts. (Turns to Pepa) Also, I-I liked the song you made about me. It was harsh and unnecessary.....(Nodded While Shrugging) Yeah, but I still think it's catchy in it's own right. Though, the whole "Seven Foot Frame" part was kind of pushing it a little.

Pepa: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes a Little) I know....I should've been more honest with the kids about you more in those years, but that's beside the point! You're supposed to be our Little Hermano.....(Tears Starts Coming Out From her Eyes) and yet we practically drove you away from us for ten whole years because of our... poor, stupid judgment about you!!

Bruno: ('Sigh') Pepa, I- (Eyes Begins to Widened) Wait. Little!?

Pepa: ('Uggggh') Yes, Brunito! Little! You are our Hermano Nene! And you'll always will be. (Gives Bruno a Kiss on the Cheek)

Bruno: (Almost at a Loss For Words) B-B-But we're literally the same age! I can't be the youngest out of the three of us!!

Julieta: Well, according to mama, you were born a few minutes after us. (Puts on a Bit of a Playful Smirk on her Face) Sooooo technically speaking, that makes you the baby of the triplets, whom we love oh so very much. (Kisses Bruno on the 0ther Cheek)

Pepa: And don't even think about denying it either. We could always tell mamì about this and she'll back us up completely.

Bruno: But I- (Facepalms Himself While Sighing in Defeat) Fine. I'll accept it for what is it.....But seriously though, please don't be too hard on yourselves about this. I made the choice to leave this leave behind and I paid the price for it. And like I said before, the past is in the past, we can't change it no matter how badly any of us wanted to.......But the best we can do now is to move on from it, make up for lost times and continue supporting our nieces, nephews, and the rest of our familia for as long as we still breathe. Because the truth of the matter is......(Gives Both of his Hermanas a Sincere, Loving Smile on his Face) I'm just happy and blessed to see you all again..... after all this time.

Julieta: (Covers her Mouth as Her Heart Begins to Melt and Tears Begins to Fall From her Face) Brunito, I....('Sniff') I-I-I-I........WAAAAAAAAHHAAAAAH! (Immediately Went Back into Hugging Bruno While Crying Her Eyes Out) MI BEBE VARONNNNNNNN!~

Pepa: ('Sigh') What our overly emotional hermana was trying to say here is that it means so much that you're giving us a second chance......(Tears Starts Building Up Again) ('Sniff') And that we'll never leave your side!~ (Went Back to Hugging Bruno Again as She Continues Crying as Well)

Bruno: ('Sighs Heavily') You two are unbelievable sometimes......(Smiles Softly) It's good to see not a lot changed......(Tears Starts Forming on his Eyes as Well) ('Sniff') Great.....('Sniff') Now I'M about to cry now.......('Sniff') Thanks a lot, crybabies!

The youngest hermano of the Madgrial has finally begins to join in on the water works fest with two of his hermanas. All while a certain Abuela of the family, watches them from behind the dining room's door, smiling softy and forming a few tears of her own.

Despite the hardships and struggle the family been through over the years, one thing is for certain, Bruno Madgrial......Their Brunito is back and he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

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dangermousie · 3 years

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Hello !

I was wondering whether you could rate and tell us of your top 5 favourite webnovels/cnovels of all time ?! (Sorry if this has already been answered lol😅)

Thank you, stay safe and have a nice day🖤

Awww, thank you and that is such a lovely ask!!!

From n1 to n5, here they are (they happen to be all danmei.)

1. The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha) - my n1 forever and ever.

Taxian Jun, the horrific cultivation emperor of the world who razed cities and destroyed sects, is surrounded on his mountain. The righteous sects are terrified to confront him but tired of living, Taxian Jun consumes poison and dies by suicide at the age of 32. And opens his eyes as 16 year old Mo Ran, Mo Ran long before he became Taxian Jun, Mo Ran who is excited at a chance to save the one person he loved and lost. Oh, and to deal with his loathed shizun, the unapproachable and strict Chu Wanning, his past life’s biggest enemy.

I have no idea if it’s objectively the best on this list but it hits every trope I love, its bleak worldview (the world will change only incrementally but that’s enough, average person will not appreciate the sacrifice but it’s still worthwhile, and love is worth everything) mirrors mine, and the sheer complexity of the plot and cascade of plot twists each of which is insane and yet completely logical, is amazing (this is a rare novel where it’s even more fun to reread than read for the first time because you keep seeing all the hints and trail crumbs laid out that you did not see the first time.)

And the characters!!! I mean, this novel has multiple universes/timelines, a side trip to the Underworld AND the demon realm, a plot more twisted than a store’s worth of pretzels and yet the thing that hits me the most are the characters. Mo Ran is my favorite web novel character of all time and I love Chu Wanning so. All the secondary characters are wonderfully written (and some of them made me bawl) and they are all complex. My opinion of all of them changed many times over; the novel doesn’t make it easy to love some of them but then you do and it’s so worthwhile! That slow change is one of the delights of the novel - I started out disliking the unpleasant, superior Chu Wanning and cruel, callow Mo Ran and then I loved them so so hard and cried for them so so hard and was in awe of their heroism and sacrifice and selflessness and capacity to love.

Oh, and the fact that this novel does something almost impossible - it has its protagonist start out as so clearly irredeemable and then slowly and painfully and thoroughly redeems him (without ever letting the reader forget what it is he needs redemption for.)

Also, for a novel that made me cry so hard I felt ill, this book is just so damn funny with the most sarcastic sense of humor imaginable (the serious angst doesn’t even kick in until 90+ chapters!)

Anyway I should stop or I will write a dissertation. But this is the one web novel that I would put in my top 5 not just web novels but any novels in any shape or form. The plentiful trigger warnings are there for a reason so stay away if they are an issue, but if not, if anyone hasn’t read it yet, what are you doing with your life?!

2. Stains of Filth (Yuwu) - another novel by the author of 2ha. Clearly she just pushes all my buttons every time. This one is much shorter and has a plot that is twisty but less twisty than 2ha. Still, all that means is that intensity and the pain are more concentrated.

Aristocratic Mo Xi and former slave Gu Mang were both legendary generals of the empire and lovers. But Gu Mang betrayed the country and switched to the enemy. Now he is back as a peace offering by that country and Mo Xi has to deal with the fact that his feelings are as strong as ever.

This novel!!! So much pain and intensity!!! So many amazing plot twists and supporting characters. The same bleak world view, the same unjust society, the same protagonists doing right things despite the cost. Mo Xi’s intensity and inability to let go (he’s imprinted on Gu Mang and that’s it) is romantic, bone-shakingly intense, and tragic all at once. And oh Gu Mang! So many times I just wanted to reach into the book physically to protect him. The novel deals with unjust societies, memory versus personality, what it’s like to be good in a bad universe etc. And it both made me sob and giggle, repeatedly, and sold me on literally death-defying (but not honor-defying!) love.

Oh, and special shout out to the fact that like 2ha, you may start out hating some characters and end up a rabid fangirl (cough Murong Lian!)

3. Qiang Jin Jiu - a dense political tome that takes a while to get going but then it’s a runaway train.

In a fictional dynasty, Shen Zechuan, the only remaining son of a disgraced aristocratic family and Xiao Chiye, the younger son of a family of generals guarding the border join forces (and then something else) to get power and pull down the dysfunctional system.

This is so elegant and smart (a rare web novel I’d recommend to anyone who just loves solid period fiction) and you probably need a notebook to keep track of the politics and military strategy. These characters are very very smart not just because the author says so.

As to the characters, there is a large cast and I love many of them, but for me the novel is made by Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye. SZC is gorgeous and delicate and icy and can kill you before you have time to blink. Saddled with the sins of the family he had no pleasant interaction with, he claws his way out of hell (seeing the sinkhole he was trapped in, literally as well) to take down those who wronged him but also to amass power so all the tragedy and corruption won’t happen again and the whole rotten system comes crashing down. XCY is a military genius who is trapped as a hostage in the capital because the court doesn’t trust his family. He longs to return to the plains of home and to take his rightful place. The two men start out as bitter enemies, then reluctant and sniping allies, then as friends and eventually as one of the most gorgeous, tender, swoony OTPs.

Anyway this is one is a bona fide masterpiece, equal parts smart and emotionally intense.

4. Wu Chang Jie - are you an emotional vampire? I am and this novel is a banquet.

In a highly fantastical setting, we meet our protagonists - the sunny Xie Bian and the intense and surly Fan Wushe. Xie Bian is a human who assists his master in conveying souls to the underworld and making sure no mishaps happen. Bian is concentrated sunshine in human form and to meet him is to love him. When the novel opens, his drunk master brings back another human to be his shidi and assist with duties - said human is uncommunicative, intense and surly Wushe. Bian is excited to have a shidi but little does he know that a story dealing with the horrors of past lifetime is about to start.

Anyway, why WCJ? So many reasons. It has such a dark bleak worldview - this world is a horrifying system where powerful cannibalize each other’s cores for an impossible chance to ascend, where gods have sealed off their realm and all that’s left is neverending human misery and hell (the only way you’d see a deity is if they’d been sent down to suffer over and over and over), where even reincarnation doesn’t fix things and bad acts are often unpunished. And the novel then asks - is it worth being a good person in such a world? More, is it worth being a good person in such a world when nothing good has ever happened to you and you have been repeatedly betrayed due to your goodness? And the answer, on Bian’s part, is an uncompromising yes.

Ah yes, the other reason to love this novel - the protagonists and their fucked up fucked up relationship. Bian (who was Prince Ziheng in the past life) is so genuinely good. But he is that rare thing - good but not saintly, noble but not cloying. So much of the novel is his getting taken apart over and over and barely able to put himself back together every time but his soul is still as amazing as ever.

And then there is Wushe (who was Prince Zixiao in past life, Ziheng’s not-bio-related brother.) Wushe is not a good person. He is a monster. And he loves Bian/Ziheng more than his life and his soul and the entire world but he’s also the one who hurt him more than anyone else ever could and did it over and over. His love survived a literal century of torture in the worst kind of hell and refused the usual memory loss of new life. But it also humiliated and broke Ziheng down to his constituent parts.

One of the things that is so fascinating to me about this novel is the question of what can be forgiven/what should be forgiven/what kind of expiation is enough/can you ever love someone who you loved so much and then he hurt you so badly and is now repentant? And it never sweeps trauma under the rug or hand waves it away but deals with it head on.

If you want healthy relationships, you should stay far away from this novel but if intense insane ones with a feral barely human one capable of destroying the world leashed by love and guilt to the sane deeply good one is your bag, come right in.

There is also the world building and the fact that yes, the big fall out between Ziheng x Zixiao is based on not knowing all the facts but it’s not “why can’t you talk?! This is dumb!” But is totally in keeping with both events and their characters. It’s reasonable for Ziheng to do what he does and for Zixiao to misunderstand and decide Ziheng is now his biggest enemy (but still one he’s fixated on) and for Ziheng to never be able to clarify.

Anyway, once again this is trigger warning central so please heed those, but if they are no issue, this one is wonderful.

5. OK, this is hard and switches between Sha Po Lang, Heaven Official’s Blessing and The Golden Stage depending on my mood. So what the hell, I am gonna write about all of them.

Sha Po Lang - so smart and so much clever world building. There is enough politicking to satisfy a Qiang Jin Jiu fan, it’s steampunk, and our two protagonists - Gu Yun, the empire’s most powerful general, who’s loyal to the empire despite being badly wronged by it, and Chang Geng, a cursed prince with barbarian blood and horrifying childhood - are wonderful separately and together. This is a huge slow burn but it’s totally worth it! They fall in love with each other’s hearts and brains and ability as much as anything. (Yes, this is the one with the yifu thing. Gu Yun is made Chang Geng’s foster father when he rescues him and brings him back to the capital as a way to keep CG safe in imperial strife. They are 12 and 19 at the time so clearly it’s never a parental relationship.)

Heaven Official’s Blessing (TCGF) - I love it’s sprawling narrative and cast, I love its inventive setting and picaresque story. It’s hilarious and can make me cry. But the novel’s place on this list is due to Xie Lian who is part Kenshin part drama WWX part pure goodness wrapped in heartbreak and trauma wrapped in sunshine.

The Golden Stage - two smart and principled (yes, they both have principles different though they may be) men navigate their arranged marriage, their past friendship and their past break up, become a super couple (one of the healthiest danmei couples I’ve ever read and proves healthy doesn’t have to be boring), save the country and bring down the emperor or two and just generally this is my rainy day book.

I guess I didn’t write as much for the three n5 candidates as I did for 1-4 but my brain is beginning to curdle so...

#cnovel #heaven official's blessing #2ha #yuwu #sha po lang #qiang jin jiu #wu chang jie #the golden stage #tcgf #asks

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COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you."

'I can't believe I'm at Will's funeral.'

"Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." The pastor continued.

I spared a glance at the people around me.

I looked to Jonathan, his head bowed, and poor Joyce who was sitting nearby.

I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Joyce was like a second mother to me, and she has always treated as if I was one of her own. I'll always be grateful for that. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up to me confused like I had pulled her deep out of her thought, upon seeing it was me she smiles thankfully. She put her hand over mine and gave it a few gentle pats and then a small stroke with her thumb to say thank you.

I smiled solemnly at her and let go, listening to the rest of the service.

"It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he is truly benevolent... could God take us from someone so young, so innocent?"

I looked down at my feet.

"It would be easy to turn away from God... but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to look at Dustin. He wore a sly smirk as he looked to his right, past me and Mike.

Frowning in confusion, I turned my head to see what he was smirking about.

"Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral." Dustin said cheekily.

I scoffed under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"Since when has she cared about Will? She couldn't even get his name right, remember that week she called him Bill?" I huffed, crossing my arms in distaste.

The boys smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Somebody jealous?" Lucas smirked.

"No-! Not ev- Shut up!" I scowl.

The boys giggle earning more than a few concerned and offended glances making me smile to myself. Mrs. Wheeler leaned down and shushed the boys making me smirk more.

'Serves them right.'

Soon enough, the casket had been lowered into the growd and roses had been thrown on top. I made my way to the very side of the grave, looking down.

"I know you're not dead. But I swear to God, if you don't come back I'm gonna kill you." I muttered to the casket in the ground.

As people began to filter out, we watched as Mike's mom said her condolences to Will's parents.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, thank you so much for coming." Will's dad said.

I never liked him.

Joyce was just standing by herself quietly, her arms crossed looking down at the grave.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do..." Mr. Wheeler offered, shaking the man's hand.

"I appreciate it. Thank you so much."

I said goodbye to Lucas who had to follow his parents out, even though we would be seeing him later at the wake. I did the same with Mike, and soon enough Mom was waiting for us so we could get to the car.

"Mom, will you give me a minute?"

"Of course, Pumpkin," She smiled at me with sympathy.

I turned around wove through the crowd that had separated me from Joyce. I tapped her on the shoulder, seeming to jostle her from her thoughts a second time.

Upon seeing it was me, she smiled.

"Hi, Ms. Byers."

"Oh, hi Y/n. Thank you, for coming, sweetheart," She smiled.

I captured her in a bear hug and she gladly reciprocated, giving my several comforting strokes.

"Of course. I'm so, so sorry for your loss." I said, letting her go.

"Oh, thank you, honey. T-Tell me, how have you been holding up?" She asked gently.

My eyes welled up.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's- it's been really hard. I just, I just miss him so much. Your son was such a good person. Always a gentleman." I knew what I was saying.

Even if he is alive for sure, everything I said was true. He always has been nothing but kind to me.

Not to mention, I owe him for so much.

She seemed extremely thankful for hearing that and I was glad I could make her genuinely smile on this sad day.

"Really? Oh sweetie, thank you. That means, just so much to me."

I look back to my mom and brother waiting for me by the car, and I return my gaze back to Ms. Byers.

"Um, I better go. My mom is waiting for me. I guess I'll be seeing you at the wake. Goodbye, Ms. Byers."

"Thank you again, Y/n. I'll see you later, okay?" Her face slightly fell and she smiled at me.

I nod and begin walking backward sending a small wave her way before turning around a breaking out into a small jog to catch up to my mom.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Being at the funeral of your best friend is daunting and quite surreal.

Being at the funeral of your best friend who is quite possibly alive in another dimension and you and only four other people know this is a completely different ballpark.

We had all met up at the wake and regrouped.

The plan was to ask Mr. Clarke if there was anything he could tell us about the theories regarding alternate dimensions. I'm just praying that we don't arouse suspicion given the setting.

"Mr. Clarke?" The tall man turned his attention away from the buffet to look at us.

Mr. Clarke smiled sympathetically. "Oh, hey, there."

The somber look came easily to my face as I looked to Mr. Clarke, Mike, and Lucas on either side of me while Dustin was digging into the buffet.

"How are you kids holding up?"

Lucas speaks up for us, slightly distracted by Dustin's blatant chewing. "We're... in... mourning."

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers," Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

My eyes widen softly, and I look to Mr. Clarke trying to cover for him.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Mr. Clarke, he's-" I stop midsentence to see him happily munching on more snacks, and look back to Mr. Clarke. "well, he mourns in his own... special way."

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" Mike asked, wanting to move things along as quickly as possible.

"We have some questions," Lucas added.

I shook my head in agreement. "A lot of questions, actually,"

Mr. Clarke complied and the four of us found ourselves at the nearest table, asking our teacher about other dimensions at our "dead" friends' wake. Not something I ever could have imagined doing.

"So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Segan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?"

"Yeah, sure. Theoretically." Mr. Clarke replies, noticeably confused at the subject of our questions.

"Right, theoretically,"

"So, theoretically, how do we travel there?" Lucas asked.

"You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-World's Interpretation, haven't you?" A ghost of a smile on our teacher's face.

"Yeah," I chuckled, nodding my head in response.

The boys looked at me, wondering why I had said that.

I gave them a look that said, 'I don't know, just go with it.'

"Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened," I found myself nodding along, not for the sake of being believable, but actually lost in the idea.

"Yeah, that's not what we're talking about," Lucas sighed, leaning back.

"Oh."

"We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?" Dustin asked, taking another loud bite of his off brand Nilla Wafers.

Not thinking that our science teacher would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, I was completely taken aback by his next words.

"An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic–"

"Yeah, exactly." Mike said cutting him off.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"If that did exist - a place like the Vale of Shadows - how would we travel there?"

"Theoretically, of course." I add.

"Well..."

Mr. Clarke grabbed an empty paper plate and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. He then drew a straight line across the paper plate as he spoke, creating a visual for us.

"Picture... an acrobat..." He drew a small stick figure on top of the lines. "standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules."

He began drawing arrows on either side of the acrobat.

"You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if..." He drew a very small creature under one of the arrows. "right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way... along the side of the rope." He drew arrows indicating the flea's direction around and under the rope, causing me to furrow my brows. "He can even go underneath the rope."

The boys and I all shared the same look before returning our gaze to Mr. Clarke. "Upside Down."

"Exactly."

Mike spoke up. "But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat."

"In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat."

"So we can't go upside down?" Lucas asked warily.

"No."

"Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?"

"Well," Our teacher furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look coming upon his face. "you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then..."

He folded the paper plate in half, creasing it shut before shoving his pen directly through both sides of the paper plate. "you create a doorway."

"Like a gate?" My brother asked eagerly.

"Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all–"

"Theoretical." I smile, nodding my head.

"But... but what if this gate already existed?" Mike asked, timidly.

"Well, if it did, I... I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole."

Mike seems to gauge our reactions, and I'm the only one who met his eye with an equally uncertain gaze.

"Science is neat." Mr. Clarke continued. "But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving."

We all lean back, digesting the information.

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The Dark Team (part 7)

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Warnings: mentions of suicide and murder, awfully cheesy petnames (yes I have to put a warning on that).

The streets were so cold you had to rub your hands to your neck as you walked. You had only one piece of information that could’ve been possibly linked to that murder, and therefore that stick.

Saying you weren’t worried about being very undercover was a lie; an almost seven feet tall “man” that dressed like a millionaire, and a man with a metal prosthesis and abnormal sized muscles were not exactly the definition of discrete, much less once they were being categorized as “wanted”.

“Are you sure it’s this way?” asked Loki impatiently.

“No”.

“And why…?”.

“Stop torturing me with questions you know the answer of. Shut it and let me do my thing”.

“What is exactly your thing?”.

“Trying to not stab you in the balls, if you keep being this annoying”.

“Alright, guys, keep it down”, mediated Bucky. His role in the team was starting to be more and more like a third wheel in a car that’s trying to break down purposely, and he hated every second of it. “Can’t wait for this mission to be over”.

“Talking about that, we still have a game of cards on hold”.

“We could never play that with Loki, he has mind powers or some shit like that. He’d cheat”.

“Me?” he held a hand to his chest dramatically, “I would never cheat on a cards game. That is dishonest and I would never do such mischievous thing”.

Your phone beeped and the address changed suddenly. You stopped dead on your tracks and both Loki and Bucky, who were walking in line behind you, stumped with each other and almost made you trip.

“Careful, guys”.

“Are you fucking…”.

“Leave it there, Barnes”.

“What happened?”.

“I don’t know, the address suddenly changed. This isn’t supposed to happen”, you hit a few times your phone after it froze, and realized it wouldn’t work anymore. “Well, we’re gonna have to do this the old fashioned way”.

“And how’s that?”.

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one that's a thousand years old and he’s a hundred and six. I’m barely around the two decades”.

“I’m beginning to think maybe you’re not one for this job. Aren’t you the one in charge of the planning? How did you even get to this Stank Internship in the first place?”.

“Hey, don’t be mean to them. They’ll cry”.

You rolled your eyes and ignored them. Meanwhile, you looked around. You had to find this person. A person who saw the “death” of the man with the pendrive, but the only one who said nothing about it. Only thing you knew was that he was a worker in a coffee shop. Which coffee shop, you’d ask? Well, that’s a good question.

It had to be in the neighborhood, that was for sure. You looked around a bit more, trying to drink in all the information the streets and its habitants could give you.

“The man was killed being thrown off that building. They said it was suicide. It was not”, you finally said out loud, pointing at the direction of one of the tallest buildings of the city. You were too concentrated to even realize you had stopped talking again.

The man you were looking for had to have a full view of the window the guy was thrown off from, so it would be in… that direction. A reasonable distance to see both guys would be less than two blocks. And it happened in an unreasonable hour for a work break, so… it had to be… alright. I think I got it.

“What are we looking for, then?”.

“There has to be a coffee shop maximum two blocks away from one of these three streets, the counter of the bar has to be near the window (or showcase) and the showcase should be tall enough to see the high part of the building, so I’d say at least three meters tall. I assume the man we’re looking for is old and introverted, quiet, not very friendly. Not less than fifty years old”.

“Alright Sherlock”, said Bucky, patting your back. “I’ll write down not to mock your intellect. Now you don’t have to pretend like you just figure that out all by yourself”.

“Okay”, you said, not paying any attention to his words. You were still juicing all the information you could.

“I got lost in the description of the man, how did you reach that conclusion?”, asked Loki, who apparently was reading your mind, following your thought process.

“Well, he’s the only one who didn’t testify at all. The witnesses in this sort of cases go through a polygraph. If all he saw was a suicide, then he wouldn’t be lying, he’d go through the lie detector and go out as if anything happened. Since he saw more, and didn’t say anything, it’s probably because he wanted to protect himself against the law, or just too lazy to go into all the bureaucracy it’d imply”, you explained. Loki had a full blown smile across his face, not even hiding it. “What are you smiling at?”.

“Nothing”, he brushed it off and pretended to fix his tie.

“No, please, do give me your input”.

“I can’t read whether you’re being sarcastic or not”.

“Wanna find out, dear?”.

“Hey, the aggressive pet names are my thing. Get your own passive-aggressive mechanism”.

“Can you concen…? You know what? Whatever. I’m going there”, cut Bucky. He was so done.

You walked as fast as you could down the nearest street out of the three possible ones, and kept rubbing your (now almost numb) cold fingers.

“Buck, do you have a gun with you?”.

“I don’t think this is the best moment to kill yourself. Let us finish the mission first”.

“Though, honestly, I think it could speed things up a little”, added Loki.

“Wow, you guys are especially mean today. We might need something to threaten the guy with”.

“Just a pocket knife. Do you think it could help at all?”, he searched for more weapons in his pockets, but found none. Going undercover, you all had to leave your suits and armor in the hotel room. Loki cleared suggestively his throat and you gasped.

“Really? You can make it out of nowhere?”.

“No, but give me a weird shaped branch or anything similar and I can transform it. Transfigurations have been my specialty lately, though”.

“I love you wholeheartedly”.

“I’d literally marry you on the spot”.

“In fact, I think I might kiss you right now”.

“You guys have no idea how glad I am to know you’re lying”, said Loki, patting Bucky’s back.

To find the place was way easier than you had anticipated. Firstly, because it matched every single aspect you had predicted. Secondly, because it was the only coffee shop in the whole place.

The clicking bell filled the silent place as the scent of fresh coffee and baked goods infested your noses. There was only an old lady reading a paper and the fifty year old you were looking for. Bucky sat down on a table near the counter and you and Loki greeted the man.

“Hi, how are you?” you said with a fake warmth that would assure you his confidence. “We would like a black coffee…”, you looked at Loki, still acting, and he reached your thoughts telepathically to hear your “act, dude; you’re frowning”. He immediately softened up his expressions. “What would you like to drink, dear?”.

“Same as you, darling”, he smiled even faker than you. “So are we pretending to be a couple, now?”.

“Alright, two blacks, please”, you went back to the barista. “Yes, old people get all softies for young couples. Just follow me, we need him to like us”. “And a strawberry milkshake with extra cream and a cherry on top, for the gentleman on the table”.

“Going right up”, said the old man.

“Do you ever take vacations on mocking people?”.

“Never. It’s a true blessing”.

“So, what’s the plan?”.

“Same as it was before, except we can’t actually cause any harm while threatening him, if we do”.

“Why?”.

“Old lady at twelve o’clock?? Man, you really lack any empathy for innocent civilians, don’t you?”.

“Only with mortals. Don’t really care for them”.

“You’re probably lying. I know behind that shell there must be a big soft heart longing for...”.

“Alright, shut up, here comes our order”.

“Thank you, ah, wonderful”, you said, grabbing the cups. You pretended to just notice the news behind the counter, and Loki made the illusion of a highly realistic periodistic note on the suicide of the man with the stick. “Oh my… is that what I think it is?”.

The old man raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Uh, is just… don’t watch that, darling. It’ll make you feel sick”, said Loki tenderly, caressing your shoulder. “We sort of saw that… happening, you know?” he explained the old man.

“Oh, really?”.

“Yes, it was really close from here. Oh God, we saw it all happen, this poor man”.

“Very disturbing. Never seen such a gruesome situation in my short, very, very, very short life”, added Loki.

“Alright, we get it, humans live short lives”. “Believe me, you’re so lucky you didn’t have to see that”.

“Really?”, said again the barista, visibly nervous. “That terrible?”.

“Well, it’s a common tragedy, to be honest. But, you know, the cops and investigators were on our backs all night long”.

“Finally free now”, added Loki, still with his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders. “You’re truly lucky to miss it”.

“Oh, yes. Sounds terrible. Glad didn’t see it, then”, he lied. And he was a bad liar. You didn’t even need Loki to tell you what you could so clearly see.

“And you know… I didn’t think it’d work, but we…” you chuckled innocently, as a kid telling their devilry to a friend, “we sort of lied to the lie detector, and it worked”.

“Love!”, gasped Loki, and lowered his voice “we shouldn’t be telling this to anyone. What if it spreads around?”.

“But, honey, have you seen this man? Why would you think he could wrong us?” you pointed at him and he, as you predicted, blushed with a smile.

“What did you lie about, if I may ask?”. He fell into the trap. You bent over the counter and lowered your voice.

“We saw it was not a suicide”.

Your expressions drew all seriousness and a terrifying look on your eyes gave the man the trust that you were being honest with him. He bent down on the counter too.

“What do you mean?”.

“We saw… oh God”, you started saying, but your eyes watered and Loki didn’t hesitate to hold your head to his chest, comforting you while you sobbed.

“I know, sweetheart, it’s terrible. I know”, he cooed. “We don’t know what to do with this piece of information. The man was thrown off violently, and the things they did to him before…” Loki hinted. The man swallowed hard and started sweating. Loki muttered nonsense, and you continued his empty explanation with sobs that sounded like words but nobody could actually figure out what you meant.

“That sounds awful, wow”, said the man, pretending he heard. Truth was, he didn’t need to insensitively ask for you to repeat yourself. He knew what had happened.

“We wonder what kind of deals could be behind all that, you know?”.

“Yes, very strange, to try to strip the man like that” started saying the old man, too affected by the situation to actually notice he was spilling the true tea. “It sounds like all a very weird business”.

“And that thing they pulled out of him!”.

“Ah… yes”.

You and Loki had started to lose your patience, and figured the man would be harder to interrogate like this than you’d expected. Loki squeezed your shoulder.

“My love, we should get going, don’t you think?”. And with get going he meant knocking the guy off and getting into his memories through Loki’s magic.

“No, my dearest, let’s stay here”, you insisted, without wanting to cause the fuss this was going to make. Ever since you came into the coffee shop, three other family groups had entered and were waiting for their order.

“But, sweet pie… I think we’re shocking the man enough”.

“Oh, please, I just want a normal day, honey bunny. Let’s stay and drink a cuppa here”.

Bucky chuckled at the pet name war you two were having, and the old man looked at you suspiciously. You sighed.

“Alright. Fuck it”.

“You’re cops, aren’t you?”, asked the old man. You fell off your character.

“No… but sorry anyways”, you said, kicking him on the face and smashing his head against the counter, leaving him unconscious.

“That was unnecessarily violent, I could’ve made him sleep with seiðr”, stated Loki, watching the man drip blood from his nose.

“Guys'', said Bucky, watching how all the clients were running away in fear, “I thought we said ‘keep it low, threaten discreetly’. What happened?”.

“For Fuck’s sake, just get into his head already, sweet muffin”.

“Hold his head, baby cakes”.

#loki #loki x reader #loki headcanon #loki laufeyson #loki x gender neutral reader #loki fanfic #loki fic #bucky barnes #bucky #james buchanan barnes #loki odinson #barnes #avengers #marvel #mcu loki #loki mcu

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halstudandruz · 3 years

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Give In

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Tragedy occurs after a night of passion

Warnings: swearing, talk of mentally abusive relationship, miscarriage/pregnancy loss

“Don’t come crying to me when you need support for that mistake.” Jared scoffed, bringing tears to your eyes at his words.

“I should’ve never come here.” You shook your head, “I should’ve listened to Jay.” You put your hand over your stomach protectively.

“Oh here we go again. Because Jay knows everything, and I’m supposed to believe that’s my kid and not his in there? Spare me.” He laughed in your face.

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you I haven’t slept with him.” You yelled, getting angrier by the second.

“At least I can admit I fucked Sarah.” He shrugged.

“Well, I caught you so it’s not like you had an opportunity to lie.” You reminded him.

“I was doing perfectly fine the last 4 months. I must say though, I’m quite glad I won’t have to sit here and watch you get any fatter.” He smirked, a cocky look on his face. Trying to hurt you with his words.

“You’re such a jackass. I’m done with this.” You turned walking out of your once shared apartment, slamming the door behind you.

Jay had told you not to go there. Told you it would end bad, but you thought he deserved to know. He might’ve been a terrible boyfriend, but you figured he deserved a chance to be a decent father, but as always Jay was right. You and Jared had been together for over a year and your relationship was a rollercoaster. He was charming, but manipulative. He never hurt you physically, but he knew all the right ways to hurt you with his words, to make you feel self conscious, less than, and crazy. Then you found him in bed with your old friend, and that was the end of it. You finally had the courage to leave that you had been searching for. Except a couple months later you made the mistake of spending the night with him. The case you had that week really got to you. You were out drinking with your team when you caught Jay leaving with a nurse from Chicago Med, and jealousy reared its ugly head harder than ever before. Without thinking you ended up in front of your old apartment and the night did not end there. A month later you found out you were pregnant. Karma’s a bitch. Jay was the first person you told.

“You’re joking.” He looked at you shocked as you both stood in the break room.

“Believe me I wish I was.” You looked helplessly at him.

“Okay well what are you going to do?” He eventually asked after the shock wore off some.

“I’m gonna go apartment hunting this week. I swear I’ll be out soon.” You answered.

“What? No that’s not what I meant. I meant about the douchebag of the equation.” He explained.

“I mean I have to tell him.” You answered.

“What? No you don’t. You shouldn’t.” He countered.

“It’s his too Jay.” You tried to reason.

“[Y/N], if you go over there it’s going to end one of two ways. He somehow manipulates you into forgiving him or he hurts you worse than he already has.” He argued.

“So what am I supposed to do? Just lie to my kid when they’re old enough to ask questions?” You said.

“When did this even happen? You’ve been broken up for over a mon-“ He started to ask, but Adam interrupted your conversation peeking his head in.

“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt,” he looked between you two suspiciously, “but we got a ping on Rudder’s phone.” He informed you guys as you followed him out the door.

You and Jay had been partners for 3 years. He was very standoffish when you first started. You were informed through the grapevine his last partner had left him and moved to New York. So, he had every right to be skeptical, but your relationship eventually progressed and you had a dynamic unlike any other. However, you were also like any other girl that came into contact with the younger Halstead, taken back by his good looks and determined yet soft nature, but he was just your partner. You worked together. You couldn’t get involved, and he was going through a rough break up. It wasn’t fair to try anything. Unfortunately, that didn’t lessen your attraction any further and it only got worse as your relationship developed.

Jay had offered to let you move in with him after you had caught Jared. You planned on finding an apartment right away, but things kept getting in the way and Jay wasn’t trying to push you out the door. Walking into his apartment you laid your keys on the stand hanging up your purse and coat before walking further in to find Jay sitting on the couch watching TV. Turning to face you he sighed immediately getting up to hug you, no words needing to be spoken. The anger finally took over showing itself by the tears that began to soak Jay’s neck. Eventually you gathered yourself moving to sit by him on the couch.

“I should’ve listened to you.” You laughed attempting to wipe the tears off your face. A small smile appeared on Jay’s lips as he shook his head.

“No, you shouldn’t have. You were right. This baby deserves the best life ever, and it wouldn’t have been fair to them if you didn’t give him a choice.” He said, hand tickling your stomach, making it flip at his touch.

“I just wish he made the right one.” You admitted, laughing.

“You deserve better. I’ve been telling you that since day one. I hated seeing how he treated you, how he changed you. You’ve always been too good for him, and you deserve someone who gives you and this little peanut the world.” He replied.

“Why can’t it be you?” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“What?” He looked at you confused, eyebrows scrunched.

“Do you know how this happened?” You gestured to your stomach.

“Of course I know how it happened.” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“No,” you shook your head adjusting yourself, “I mean do you know when this happened?” You reiterated.

“No. I didn’t want to pry.” He admitted.

“It was the night Hazel stayed over.” You explained, and guilt flushed over his face.

“[Y/N], I told you I was sorry about that. This is your apartment now too. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or feel like you couldn’t come home.” He started to apologize, making you laugh.

“No, Jay. I didn’t want to come home because I was jealous.” You said waiting for it to click.

“Jealous of what?” He looked even more confused making you frustrated.

“Oh my god Jay. Of you and her! Of you with her!” You huffed throwing your hands in the air. Taking a deep breath you shook your head, “I just didn’t want to come back and see her here, or god forbid hear her. When all I wanted was to be the one in your room.” You admitted getting nauseous at the thought of them together.

“I don’t know what to say.” He sighed after a few minutes of grappling within his own head.

“Oh god. I’m sorry I should’ve never said anything.” Your embarrassment took over, feeling your face turn red you moved to stand up and hurry out of the room, but he pulled you back down beside him, closer this time.

“No. Don’t be. It’s just...I wish it was as easy as that. Believe me I do..” He said, breath noticeably quickening at the thought.

“It can be.” You replied after a couple seconds of intense silence.

“[Y/N], we work together, we’re partners, you’re having someone else’s baby. There’s a lot of factors.” He explained, but you could tell he was trying to convince himself.

“Do you want this as bad as I do?” You asked gently, resting your hand on his, but he stayed quiet. “Just for one night. Can’t we just give into ourselves for one night?” You bargained your face inching closer with each thought, “if you don’t want this I promise I’ll go to bed now and we can never speak of this again.” You stopped a few inches from his face refusing to make the move. The decision was in his hands now. His eyes searched your face, breathing heavy, and you watched the moment his resolve gave away, throwing caution to the wind and groaning a quiet,

“[Y/N].” Before he closed the distance his lips meeting yours in an urgency you had never felt before.

You were woken up by a sharp pain in your stomach. Turning to roll on your back you collided with warm skin, belonging to someone who grunted pulling you closer with the arm wrapped around your waist. Remembering who it was you felt a small smile appear on your lips, but it was stolen away by another pain radiating from your abdomen. Wincing you gently lifted Jay’s arm attempting to slide out from under it, brain registering the wetness you felt between your legs. Jesus, you liked him and all, but you figured you could control yourself a little instead of waking up completely ready to go again. Shaking your head you slipped off the bed, the liquid between your legs growing, becoming a little too prominent with the accompanied pains. “Jay.” you croaked out voice hoarse, terror immediately coming to surface as the red came into view. He didn’t stir. “Jay!” You tried again bracing yourself against the bed as a dizziness started to swirl in your mind. At your insistence he grunted eyes slowly opening.

“[Y/N]?” He asked blinking and attempting to reach for where you lay minutes prior.

“Jay, somethings wrong.” You began to cry, panic obvious in your voice by the quivering, but trying not to scare him. You watched as his awareness finally clicked seconds later, sitting straight up in bed looking from the blood stained sheet to you. Another cramp hitting, this time making you fall to your knees just as Jay reached you, pulling you back up in his arms. Somehow throwing a shirt on in the process.

“Alright come on I got you. It’s alright baby. You’re okay.” He hurriedly helped you put shorts on as you had only been sporting his shirt from the night before. Cradling you in his arms, running down to his truck, and burning tire towards the hospital, lights and sirens echoing in the background while he weaved through traffic, pulling up to the doors of Chicago Med not too long after. Your head was shoved in his chest breathing through the pain. You felt lightheaded barely aware of all that was happening as you heard Jay yelling for a nurse before sitting you down in a wheelchair.

“I’m assuming you’re the father? Otherwise we can’t permit you-“ The nurse began to ask, even more panic taking over at the thought of being alone before you heard Jay answer with a simple,

“Yes.” After a few tests were done your suspicions were confirmed. You had lost the baby, and you didn’t know how to feel. Jay climbed into bed beside you pulling you into his chest letting the sobs soak his shirt while he rubbed you back, “I’m so sorry. I’m right here though, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. It’s all going to be okay.” He promised kissing your head, and if it wasn’t for the man holding you, you weren’t sure if you ever would’ve believed that.

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inosukeslefttoe · 3 years

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SO i just finished wonder egg priority and i think that with confidence i can say it has been one of my favorite animes like... ever ?? and not even from hyperfixation or obsession over it just... its so fucking real yet so simple in a way that i havent rlly seen shown in any other shows you feel ??

but first i wanna talk about how sexy the art and animation is real quick... HOMIE ITS SO GOOD LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT JUST... serotonin... the characters are all so unique and iconic and fun but not over the top in their designs yknow ??? they seem like regular every day girls but they stand out and theyre all sO CUTE !!!! also i love how the style is like this soft bubbly slice of life lookin stuff with bright happy colors and the most beautiful scenes you could find but they also have the SICKEST fight scenes complete with whimsical animal helpers and terrifying villains and crazy weapons unique to each character. and the animation. god DAMN shawty i am obsessed with everything in this show. i might make a post solely about the art later lol bc i wanna get into the other stuff.

so the themes in the show right ?? it starts just as this cute lil magical girl kinda deal but within the first episode we see that like.. oh damn... thats kinda heavy... tbh i was a little shocked and thought about stopping bc yknow bad mental health BUT i was so intrigued that i had to keep going and i am SO GLAD that i did. because this show just so beautifully discusses all these heavy topics in such an eloquent and artistically expressive way. and also like, , the juxtaposition of the charming childlike vibe with bright colors and 14 yr old girl protagonists against the dark themes of suicide and so much else,, i think is just perfect. bc a lot of heavy animes are more of the seinen genre and have some middle aged dude as a protag or make the entire color palette dim or offer little relief to the pain of these heavy themes right ?? but NO not wonder egg bitches B) because these problems arent just things that ppl face later in life or just problems that need to be talked about among adults or the edgy seinen watching squad,, these are REAL problems that face people of every age, gender etc and i think its awesome that wonder egg addresses that. some may cringe at the thought of their high schooler watching animes that discuss sexual harassment, suicide, abuse, self harm, eating disorders etc,, but in reality it is the most comforting thing i have ever come across and is basically jsut free anime therapy. because not only does wonder egg present these themes to the viewers as something real that happens to all kinds of people (making said people feel heard in a way that maybe they hadnt before), but it also makes sure to vanquish all of these forms of trauma. and the way the trauma is vanquished isnt always beautiful and it isnt always just magically gone with a poof. the struggles of overcoming or living with that sort of thing are shown in such a real and relatable way that addresses every hardship trauma survivors have to go through. and i just. god i cry bro.

oh m y GOD and the lgbtq+ rep in this show ?? like shawty... as soon as i saw episode one i was picking up on some gay/lesbian themes but then again im sapphic and project that a lot so i tend to see that sort of stuff like... everywhere... but NE WAYS... episode ten made me FUKCING CRY BRO LIke i cant believe there was a whole trans character with a whole trans pride hoodie like LKGHKDGH my heart is just so.. so fucking full thinking about him. bc like yeah i know there are trans characters in anime but i feel like theyre always very ambiguous about actually being trans or not or erased or portrayed as a harmful stereotype or theyre constantly misgendered and still refered to as their assigned gender at birth and i hate it. HOWEVEr... Kaoru.. *chefs kiss* it was so amazing to see a character straight up say “yeah im trans” in such a casual yet powerful way bc i personally have never seen that before. and i love love loved how he went into his backstory and talked to momoe about gender bc i think thats what she rlly needed and that it helped her find herself and it makes me so happy oh my god,, and the way they talked about it never seemed forced or like it was the focal point of his existence yknow ?? like yeah he existed to help momoe overcome some of her trauma but he also just existed to be HIM yknow ?? also... personally, i headcanon momoe as a trans girl even though i dont remember it being explicitly stated plus the school scenes of her and stuff would seem like they suggest otherwise ??but,,, SHAWTY THE AMOUNT OF SUBTEXT and her complicated relationship w gender is... something i feel like a cis girl would not go through so harshly yknow ?? with all of the questioning and feeling detached from femininity or feeling like ppl dont see her as an actual girl and only like her as a guy or for her masculine traits,,, but dont take my word on this bc i myself am a cis girl but that was just my take on it as someone in the lgbtq+ community trying to educate myself on the transgender community :) either way,, wonder eggs portrayal of momoe and kaoru and the way that momoe becomes so passionate about expressing herself the way she wants to as a girl is just... good lord im gonna cry its so perfect,,,.so ... i just love this show way too much. i also am honestly super lost about the relationship btwn acca and ura-acca ?? bc i was gonna mention ura-acca as a canonically gay guy bc when i was watching i interpreted ep 11 as him being in love with acca and being jealous of Azusa (bc i mean,, they lived together (i swear to god there was only one bed in that apartment) and had a daughter together and def loved each other and also when Frill said they were husbands and then when ura-acca said he wasnt attracted to azusa but he was def jealous of their relationship ??) but then i saw somewhere that theyre brothers ?? which would make sense ig since they look kinda similar and accas daughter called ura-acca “uncle”.. but at the same time its ANIME SO THEY ALL LOOK SIMILAR and referring to gay couples as siblings is an EXTREMELY common euphemism soooo... IM JUST LOST HERE... but yeah i tried doing research and found different things so i cant say anything for sure >:( however,,, if they are canonically a lil fruity for each other... when frill refered to acca as ura-accas husband i imploded dude you never hear that sort of wording in anime.. but if theyre related i am so sorry.

god this is so much longer than i planned it to be oops but i also love the theme about like.. relying on friends to help carry your weight but at the same time not becoming completely dependent on those friends and using their support to learn how to love yourself and rely on yourself yknow ?? bc that is exactly what healthy friendships look like. bc i think ai sort of had a codependency thing goin on with koito maybe ?? but now she has a whole squad of funky friends that are so so different but all struggle with different kinds of trauma and although they fight over it, they always get through it with each other together. and they push each other no matter what to be the best versions of themselves and they teach other that getting hurt is okay because theyre always gonna be there to pick up the pieces no matter what happens. they can give each other space when they need and adapt to meet each others needs but theyre always able to balance it out with their own needs and thats such a beautiful thing in friendships especially at their age like damn i wish i had that maturity when i was 14 but no all i had was depression. another thing is that through these friendships you get to see all the different sides of each girl; you get to see them being strong or a shining light to their friends when theyre hurting but you also get to see them being hurt and weak and allowing themselves to be on the receiving end of the comfort. their friendships allows them to have weaknesses but it also allows them to highlight their strengths and thrive off of each others. I LOVE FRIENDSHIP DUDE

next i wanna briefly mention some of the themes connected to suicide that ive noticed. a big one is the survivors guilt that ai feels once koito is dead. several times she screams that she wishes she couldve gone with koito and she dreams of a “perfect world” where they committed a double suicide. one of the main reasons for her troubles is that she blames herself for koitos death and feels like it should be her thats dead... but at the same time she feels like too much of a coward to do anything now that koito is gone. she just has all these complex and contradicting feelings that wear away at her in ways that ppl that havent gone through the suicide of a loved one could never imagine. a lot of the times when things like this are portrayed in media i feel like its more in a way thats meant to guilt trip those that have taken their own lives and paint suicide as this selfish sin thats unforgivable but... not only does wonder egg reject that idea and instead portray it as a heartbreaking tragedy with,,, so so many terrible reasons, but it focuses on the feelings of ai separate from koito without blaming her in any way. not once did i feel like the show antagonized koito or that ai blamed koito for doing any of this, but they simply mourned her loss and touched on ais reaction towards the event but separate from koito herself if that makes sense. and i think that discussing survivors guilt without painting koito as the bad guy is something so beautifully done in wonder egg that can really resonate with those that have lost a loved one to suicide and have struggled with these same things.

okay i think this is the last thing ill mention,,, but HOMIE THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE BIT AT THE END. I AM. OBSESSED. i am such a whore for anything about the multiverse okay n e ways...,, not only did this make a super epic trippy ending of season one and add a little bit more magical girl whimsy to the show,, but it had such a powerful message. from the perspective of og ai,, finding out that you killed yourself in another world is... i mean its definitely not a surprise but at the same time it rlly makes you think how close og ai herself couldve been to that point and what decisions led her out of that dark place in her life. if i were in her shoes i would be terrified and id cry bc the thought of going back to such a dark place and actually going through with something like that is my worst fear and probably something that ai fears too. but at the same time,,, think from the perspective of ai two !!! like yeah its true that theres this awful terrible version of ai that dies but theres also a whole version of ai that is a superhero magical girl fighting off monsters to save countless ppls lives !! and she has a badass lizard and a gang of awesome friends !!! at first i was worried that ai two would be jealous of og ai and compare herself to her and feel inferior but like.. THEYRE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON AND CAPABLE OF THE SAME THINGS !!! and ai two realized that !! just within the span of one episode, she went from the version of ai who took her life,, to the version of ai jumping in front of a friend to take a bullet for them and save their life. and that just inspired THE SHIT OUT OF ME. i think that ai was sent another version of herself to sort of beat her own worst enemy yknow ?? those doubts and fears that shes no good or that shes that same bystander from episode one and that she hasnt changed at all. but getting to interact with her parallel self and see her grow was just what she needed to realize that while yeah sometimes the worst thing can happen and things can be terrible but on the other hand sometimes the most wonderful thing imaginable can happen because she has the power to do either.

so im gonna go ahead and stop rambling bc i got all my thoughts out that i wanted to for this post :D but yeah lol i might make another if i feel like it sometime. long story short: this show is perfect and it is going on my favorite of all times.

#wonder egg priority #wonder egg spoilers #ai ohto #rika kawai #momoe sawaki #wonder egg priority neiru #i forgot neirus name #anime review #wonder egg ai #lgbtq anime

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jojoimaginestories · 3 years

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My Dear (Dio Brando)

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Paring: Dio Brando (Part 1) x Fem!Reader Words: 6016 Warning: HELLA LONG FIC!!! Dio is nice I guess, He’s super nice to the reader, again, super long (I’m sorry), some language, a little bit yandere (not sure) Requested By: No one Synopsis: Dio has a friend he’s known since his younger days in London and sees her a few years later, romance ensues...

(A/n: I rewatched Part 1 recently and spent a couple days on this, but I just HAD to write it)

**Gif is not mine**

Your eyes bored into the tavern as you entered, wanting to grab a drink and food before returning home for the evening. You saw a blonde boy cleaning food off of his face and grinned.

“Dio,” You waved and approached him.

He looked up to see you and sighed. “(Y/n),” He muttered. “You’re dirty. Did you just come from working?”

You sat next to him. “Well yes! Chimneys don’t clean themselves!” You reached and wiped some mashed potato from his eyebrow. “You look like you got into another scuffle. Did ya win?”

He tilted his head. “You shouldn’t work so hard. You’ll end up handless, I’m sure. You’re clumsy.”

You frowned. “Never mind. Why even bother trying to get a response to my question? You’re going to say yes.”

He sighed again. “(Y/n), you cannot ignore this. I worry for you.”

You smiled. “Well, I just need to help my Papa get rich, and then I don’t have to work anymore.” You held up two fingers as a peace sign. “For now, I’ll clean chimneys.” He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped your cheek. You blinked as you saw black soot on it. You nodded slowly. “Oh! Right. Those nasty Thompsons never clean their chimneys on time.” You waved your hand around with a frown. “They’re bloody bastards that like making my work harder.”

“You need to watch your language, my dear.” He wiped your nose. “Or no man will want you. You’re a foul-mouthed girl.”

You shrugged. “I only need a man to give me what I ask for. When I’m rich Dio, I swear, I’ll buy a mansion and live there for eternity. No one will bother me.” You smirked. “Isn’t that what you also want? You want to be rich so you can stand at the top of the world?” You nodded. “Then you can do it. For me, I actually have to work hard to achieve that. You practically might have a chance after your father croaks.”

“Don’t speak of that bastard in front of me, (Y/n),” He hissed.

You retracted, turning your head to frown. “Apologies, Dio. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“…” He wiped your cheek again. “I’m just waiting for when he does die. You might jinx it.”

“Apologies, again.”

“Stop apologizing.” He tilted your head and made you face him. “You’re not wrong, are you? I didn’t deny your words.”

You slowly nodded. Your cheeks felt a bit warm. “You are correct in that matter, yes.”

He huffed. “Such a weird tone of words you use.” He pulled away. Your eyes darted away. “If I finally get out of here, you better change it by the time I visit.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave your hand around.

He grabbed the gold coins in the table and got up. “I better go.” He fixed his shirt. He looked at you. He opened one of your hands and placed two gold coins inside. “Get yourself something to eat. You look thin.”

“I’m fine, Dio,” You gave him a smile.

He fought a blush on his cheeks. “Eat.” He walked out, causing you to watch his movements until he left through the doors.

8 years later, Dio was finishing up studies at school when he was leaving to return home for the day. Jonathan was waiting for him patiently. Him and Dio were about to exit when they heard loud voices around the corner.

“Give that back,” A feminine voice yelled.

“What’re you gonna do? Cry and beg?” “Look, she’s going to start crying!” “Go ahead and cry, Crybaby!”

They both looked over to see a woman in a (f/c) gown jumping up to reach a book in a much taller gentleman’s hand while his friends laugh behind him. The young woman was growing frustrated.

“Ugh! You lot are just a couple of piss monkeys!”

Dio blinked at the familiar term.

“Couple of piss monkeys they are,” (Y/n) frowned next to him as they walked on the street. “Teasing a lady. She just wants to live her life.”

“You need to watch your foul mouth. No man will marry you if you talk like that,” He muttered to her.

“I don’t need anyone! I just need to support my father!”

He walked over. “Dio,” Jonathan mumbled in confusion.

Dio stood behind the woman with a tired look. “I believe you gentlemen stole this woman’s book,” He asked.

They looked at him in fright. “D-D-D-D-!” “I-It’s…!” “It’s h-him!!” They dropped the book and ran away.

Dio sighed and grabbed the book. “Well, it most certainly is torn and messy. You will need a new one.” He placed the book in the woman’s hands.

She looked at it with a frown. “Thank you,” She mumbled.

“I think you called them ‘Piss monkeys’?”

She looked at him a glare. “Because they are.”

“I don’t think any man would want to marry a woman with a foul mouth.”

She scoffed and turned. She stuck her nose up, closing her eyes. “I can take care of myself! All I need to do is-.”

“Take care of your father and live in a mansion where you can live quietly? With no one bothering you?”

She blinked in confusion. She looked at him. “…” She stared at his features. Her eyes widened at the familiar birthmark on his ear. “Dio?”

He chuckled. “My dear, did you already forget about me?”

Your heart fluttered. You started to tear up. “Dio!” You hugged him, pressing your face into his chest.

“Still overly affectionate, aren’t you (Y/n)?”

You looked at him with a grin. “Still smart, aren’t you Dio?” You fought the heat on your cheeks as you blushed.

He rolled his eyes. “You certainly didn’t improve your grammar like I told you do.”

“I have so.” You pulled back. “I am more refined, indeed.” You pointed a finger up. “It’s only when I am upset that my tongue slips.”

“You’re ever hardly upset, if I recall?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You winked at him. “It seems you remember my little quips, Sir Brando.”

“Dio,” A call was made. You both looked to see Jonathan jogging over. “Are you alright, ma’am?” He looked over at you.

You grinned with a nod. “Yes, I am. Thank you for asking. I was saved, thankfully.”

“Don’t I always save you, my dear,” Dio asked you.

You pouted. “Not always, Dio. I can protect myself.”

“Mere words don’t settle in men. They would’ve pounced you if I hadn’t stepped in.”

You held up a finger. “My running strategy would’ve worked! I’ve practiced it in dresses!”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to get into trouble. Wouldn’t your father be upset?”

You looked at the ground. “…You are right. He would. And he already has a company to manage.”

“Is that how me made his fortune?”

You nodded. “Yes! After you left London, my father started making more money! We like a bit from here, but it is a vast land with a sea side to accompany it. Beautiful indeed.” You gave a sad look as you looked at the torn book in your hands. “It will be hard to explain to him how this book was torn from teasing men wanting to entice a reaction out of me… But that is a price I’m willing to take.” You looked at him. “Thank you again, Dio. I appreciate your help.”

“Is this a friend of yours, Dio,” Jonathan asked Dio.

“This is (Y/n) (L/n). My dear, this is Jonathan Joestar,” Dio hummed towards you.

You bowed your head in greeting. “It is nice to meet you,” You smiled. You looked at Dio. “I do hope to see you again, Dio. Maybe for lunch?”

He nodded his head and bowed. “Of course, Lady (L/n).”

You curtsied. “Thank you, Sir Brando.” You giggled, standing up straight. “I knew you would always grow into a smart individual. You are as cunning as you are charming.”

He stood up straight, fighting a blush on his cheeks. “…(Y/n), I’m curious. You’ve never been one to read, so what were you reading in that book of yours?”

“Oh?” You looked at the torn book again. “Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare. I love reading his plays. A Midsummer Night’s Dream was adorable, and I loved Much Ado About Nothing. I’ve even read his tragedies of Julius Caesar and Macbeth. I personally loved Antony and Cleopatra.”

“I see. Well, you should best get on home. And don’t cause trouble for yourself.”

You waved your hand around. “I will not! I am a good honest woman, Dio. I wish to not make any more disturbances of the day.” You smiled at him. “I’ll see you another time?”

“Of course.”

You were sitting in your mansion’s reading room with the fresh play of Hamlet in your hands when a servant approached you quietly.

“Miss (Y/n). There is a visitor. Your father has instructed me to take you downstairs at once.”

You closed Hamlet and stood. “Thank you,” You bowed your head and followed after. You walked downstairs to look at the front entrance and see your father talking to a tall gentleman who you recognized to be Dio. Your heart fluttered. “Father,” You called.

He looked at you. “Ah! My sweet (Y/n),” He smiled.

You walked towards him. “You asked for me?”

“Yes, this young lad would like to take you out,” He motioned towards Dio. “Although he is familiar to me.”

“Father! This is Dio Brando!”

“Dio Brando?” He looked at him. “Goodness, my boy! You’ve grown! Now, I am at ease. Please, keep (Y/n) out of trouble for me, would you?”

“Of course, Mr. (L/n),” Dio nodded. He turned to you. “You mentioned lunch?”

You nodded. “Of course!” A servant handed you a light coat and your purse. “Thank you.”

Dio offered his hand to you as you two left your home. You walked next to him with the bright sun warming onto the both of you.

“Dio, where are you taking me?” You looked up at him with a smile.

“That is a secret my dear,” He hummed. I saw a bench with a basket on it. “I believe it’s called a ‘picnic’.”

“A picnic. You were never one for nature, Dio. I believe you had a clear disliking of it.”

“Yes, but it’s actually nice out here for once. And clearly, we need to catch up.” My eyes lit up as I sat next to him. “So, my dear, how did your father acquire fortune?”

The rest of the day with Dio was more pleasant than other days you’ve had. You laughed, you talked, you gazed towards the fields in front of you, like time forever had stopped while you two sat next to each other. But, before long, you were required to return home. You looked at Dio with a smile as you stood in front of your mansion’s door.

“I had so much fun today, Dio,” You told him.

“Of course, you would. I’m here.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Don’t get cocky there. It’s good to be modest, you know?”

“Like you?”

“I’d like to think I’m fairly modest, my dear Dio. You should be too.”

He chuckled before he reached behind him and handed something to you. “Open it.”

You blinked in confusion as you tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a brand-new Romeo and Juliet book. Your eyes widened. You looked at him. “Dio…”

“You never were a reader, so I knew it was precious to you. I believe you do not know the ending?”

You shook your head. “I’m almost done with it, though.”

“Good.” He waved a finger around. “I’m a personal fan of Othello, if I do say so myself. So, reading Romeo and Juliet was not that unfamiliar, but it certainly is an interesting read.”

Your eyes lit up as you hugged the book to your chest. “Thank you!”

He smiled softly. “Just read it. You can tell me about it the next time I see you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Of course. Thank you so much.” You smiled, despite the blush you had on. You entered your home and closed the door after bidding Dio a farewell.

Is it me… or is Dio more charming than I remember? You thought quietly. He seems to have grown in his looks. He’s devilishly handsome… You scoffed. As if he would fall for some shroo like me.

You placed a hand on your cheek, holding the book close to your chest. “Certainly, there is something about you, Dio Brando, that is absolutely devilishly charming. Maybe it’s your cunning wits, and possibly your crafty words. Regardless, I, (Y/n) (L/n), am no match for your charms. You surely have bigger plans in life that I am no longer a part of. Maybe I was never a part of it to begin with. That, however, is fine with me.”

You were reading quietly on a bench outside since it felt like a nice day. You were growing quite tired from the events that had happened earlier today and the day before with your father, thus you resulted in finding yourself “me” time. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You tilted my head to look and see no one. You frowned.

“Nothing’s here. Maybe a leaf brushed against my shoulder,” You mumbled and returned to your book.

“On the contrary dear,” You heard next to you, causing you to jump and flinch.

You snapped your head to see Dio giving you an amused look. You sighed with relief. “You scared me,” You nudged him.

He chuckled. “Did you forget my voice for a second there?”

“I did, yes.” You closed your book. “I’ve been preoccupied as of late.” You looked forward.

“I can see it on your face. You look fatigued.”

You tiredly nodded. “I had met with a lot of suitors today. My father wants me to get married,” You hummed.

“Well, that certainly won’t do with my plans.”

“Plans?” You gave him a confused look. “You have plans for me?” You gave him an amused look as your heart fluttered. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

“Well yes. Naturally.” He looked forward. “I care about you a great deal, (Y/n). Or have you forgotten that?”

You slowly shook your head. You looked at the sky. “No, but you certainly have different plans set from me. Bigger plans larger than life itself, and I am no piece of it.” You shut your eyes. “That much, I understand. You want to be at the top of the world. And I do not blame you for that. But certainly, you cannot falter your plans just because of one person.” You paused. You sighed. “In fact, you better not falter your plans because of one person. You have your goals, and you better accomplish them.” You opened your eyes.

He didn’t say anything. He stood and looked at you. “I just remembered I had something to do.”

You nodded. Your heart dropped. “Alright. I best be seeing you then.” You stood. “I have more suitors to see, and more than likely all of them to decline.” You clenched your book in your hands. “…I’ll see you Dio.” You walked away from him. You felt tears sting your eyes and sighed. “…Oh, you pathetic soul (Y/n).”

How can you tell Dio you love him when clearly you have just reentered his life? He has more important plans than being with you. You thought harshly.

You sipped on your tea while enjoying the soft breeze outside while you sat under an umbrella at a table in the gardens your mansion had out back. You crossed your legs under your chair, staring at the floral book you had in front of you. You heard the crunch of feet hitting the grass approaching you as you looked up.

“My lady, your father requests you. A new suitor and his father have arrived,” A servant bowed to you. “They will be waiting in the den.”

You sighed and set your tea down. “I assume I will have to get this over with,” You murmured, standing up.

“I believe this will be a good one, ma’am.” She looked at you.

You shot her a look. “Doubtful. One was too crude, one was boring, one was too annoying. The list goes on and on. I believe this is number… 15?”

“16 ma’am.”

“Thank you.” You held up your book. “May you please return this to our library?”

“Of course.” She took the book from your hands. “And your tea, ma’am?”

“Yes, this as well. Thank you again,” You nodded.

“Believe me ma’am. The Master said that this will be a good one you will like.”

You shook your head. “And he tends to be wrong sometimes.” You sighed. “But we will see. I am also wrong sometimes as well. Too doubtful in situations.” You waved your hand around. “Ah, I’m rambling. Do not mind me. You are dismissed.”

You walked away and headed inside. You walked towards the den slowly before pausing and shutting your eyes.

It is only a few hours, (Y/n), then you can return to reading. That’s all you have to do. You thought to yourself. You took a deep breath, reopened your eyes, and walked towards the den. You entered quietly.

“I’m here Father,” You hummed.

“Ah! My sweet (Y/n)! Please sit,” Your Father motioned over. “Actually, wait! Close your eyes.”

You paused and did as you were told. You sighed at the childish antic your father put up. “We are in front of guests father. I highly doubt your surprises are appropriate.”

“These guests are familiar with me, I assure you.” That didn’t sound good to you. He grabbed your arm gently and guided you to sit down on one of the couches. You shifted slightly. “What were you doing dear while I have been talking?”

“Reading in the garden, Father. I was reading the book on flowers from the library. It was actually quite magnificent and informational, believe it or not. It was very descriptive, even had examples that I could identify.”

“Good! Good, good. I’m glad you enjoy reading.” He was speaking across from you. “She loves reading the books in the library. She’s a knowledgeable individual.”

“May I open my eyes now Father?”

“Of course, my dear! And do be mindful of our guests. I’m sure they will have questions.” You opened your eyes and blinked at the lighting. You saw a blue haired older gentleman sitting next to your father. “Also, remember to greet yourself my sweet!”

You bowed your head. “Nice to meet you, sir. My name is (Y/n) (L/n).”

The man chuckled. “I’m quite aware. I’ve heard of you often,” He hummed.

You blinked. “You have?”

“Yes. My name is George Joestar. My son talks about you often.”

You turned your head slightly to the individual next to you, shocked to see Dio in your presence. You blinked. “He does, does he?” You narrowed your eyes. “Good things I hope?”

“Why would I say anything bad about you,” Dio asked.

You gave him a look. “Because you like to tease me.”

He chuckled. “You are easy to tease, my dear.”

Why is Dio here? What business does he have with-? Could it be? You thought with shock. “I am not. You catch me off guard.”

“I’m more interested in this book you were reading.”

“Ah, yes! I was interested in the flowers and bushes in our garden, so I grabbed a simple floral book that described flowers and little quips they each had. Interesting really, although I wouldn’t necessarily commit to botany, it is just useful knowledge to know.”

“Of course, I understand.” He chuckled. “It’s hard to believe you would like flowers. I believe you regarded them as, let’s say, frilly?”

You pouted. “Well, they are. I am more interested in cooking and decor than floral arrangements. As you can tell with the rest of our home, I’ve chosen some quite good pieces.”

“That I can see. Your father has… particular tastes.”

“Indeed, he does.” You didn’t notice your father and Mr. Joestar take their exit as you continued talking. “I tried to arrange this room, but he wouldn’t let me. At least he doesn’t pick terrible flowers.”

Dio leaned on his hand as he stared at you. “I’m sure you have a professional’s opinion.”

You scoffed. “Please, I just pay attention to the issues released of home décor. Descriptors and images of the pieces are good for me to identify what is alright and what needs work. There is a style you must go for in a home.” You felt so comfortable. You felt like you could talk for hours.

“I wouldn’t know my dear. I have other studies that I am pursuing.”

You tilted your head. “…I thought you had other plans?”

“You are a part of my plans, my dear.”

You tilted your head. “You now included me in them?”

“You were there to begin with.” You stared in shock. He sat up straight. “Oh, from the moment we met, you were someone I would never get tired of, like the others. You were less of an eyesore. And I will admit it again, I do care a great deal about you.” He tilted his head. “If another man got ahold of you, that would split my focus. It’s better to have you in my sight than out of it.”

“So, you want to watch over me?”

“I believe this is what we call… ‘being protective’?” He leaned towards you. “If another man had his way with you, I might’ve torn him limb from limb.” He was very close.

“That sounds more like jealousy, Dio.”

“I call it being protective.” He tilted your chin up. “As long as I am around, not a finger shall be placed on your head.”

“You are placing a finger on my head right now. On my chin actually.”

He huffed. “No one but me shall be allowed to touch you.”

“Oh? So, you are my suitor?”

He gave me a look. “From the moment I walked in here, I knew you wouldn’t refuse. I’ve caught your glances my dear. I’m not that thoughtless.” Your cheeks felt warm as you froze. “You thought I didn’t notice? Your blushes and gazes, your breaths. I bet your heart flutters too.”

“You are very observant,” You mumbled breathlessly.

“No, I just know you.” He kissed your head gently. “And as long as I know that, my plans will never faulter.” Your heart fluttered. You leaned towards him and rested your head on his chest. “…You are the reason I imagine my perfect life the way I do, you know?”

“I am?” Your voice was quiet, almost unheard, but you were close to Dio for him to tell.

He twirled some of your hair with his finger. “Why yes. Although, your brash tone of voice was one thing to handle, you clearly don’t do anything to outwardly annoy me. In fact, you do everything in your power to make me comfortable. And that is something no one else can give me.” He tucked some hair behind your ear. “That is why no one will marry you. Because I will.”

You smiled. “So, you said those words many times to throw me off guard?”

“Oh yes. You are mine. And no one else’s.”

You tilted your head as your father held up two dresses with a grin. You made a face. “For a marketer, you have no fashion sense either,” You hummed.

He pouted. “I just wanted to do something for you! You’re so independent,” He pouted.

You tilted your head. “That’s because I always have been. From an early age to now. I’ve always been an independent child.” You smiled. “I cleaned chimneys. I’m used to doing everything by myself. Cleaning, cooking, eating.” You giggled. “You forgot that, didn’t you?”

He sighed. “I can’t believe you grew up before my very eyes. And now you’re getting married!” He had flowers and sparkles surrounding him as he swayed. “My baby girl is getting married~!!”

You sweat dropped. “F-Father… It shouldn’t be this big of a deal…” You waved your hand. “I think this was to be expected? Since you’ve been signing suitors to me nonstop.”

He tilted his head. “Oh, that? I wanted you to have that idea!” You blinked. “Although, this was very quick. I expected there to be hundreds of suitors! But as soon as you told Dio, he just came and that was that.” He waved a finger around. “I always knew that boy had caught your eye! Something about him told me that.”

You blushed. “Oh Father…” You looked at your hands. “I’m still surprised he even considered me in that way.”

“How so?”

You giggled. “Father, every man you have introduced me to has not known one fact about me that Dio does.” You tilted your head slightly. “We used to be poor. We almost lost our home in London, and I worked on chimneys.” You smiled. “Dio knew that. He knew that fact, and it’s embarrassing to admit to people I know what hard work is, but Dio? No. He doesn’t care.” You looked at him. “He’s looked past that, and I’m sure most men would be stuck at the door if they heard that.”

He smiled. “…That’s love, dearie. That is love.”

You blinked in shock as a policeman approached you and explained the events of a few nights before. He held up a burned pocket watch to you, which was very familiar. Tears stung in your eyes while you held the pocket watch to your chest. Your father had burned along with others in the Joestar mansion, and your husband was nowhere to be found. Your brother-in-law survived with a countless number of wounds, and you sent word to him to wish him well.

It was late at night. You now sat in your large mansion alone, staring at the pocket watch that rested on the table while you covered yourself in a blanket your father had picked for you. It was ugly, yes, but he wanted to give you something for your new home. You sniffled, holding tears back whereas you recounted memories of the past. You heard the doors open from the front of the mansion, echoing its sounds through the quiet corridors. Your eyes widen as you grabbed a spear used for the fireplace you sat in front of.

You hesitantly inch into the halls, slowly creeping onto the intruder that would dare break into your house while you grieve. You felt a presence behind you as you snapped around to swing. Your actions were stopped. Your eyes widen even more and you shook violently. You looked up to see flaming orange eyes stare at you.

“My dear, why are you awake at this hour,” A cool voice asked, welcoming and warming to you. You could feel your tears return. The moon light outside revealed Dio while he stood before you. He stared at your crumbled figure as you let the spike go into his hand.

“D-Dio,” You sniffled. “M-My father… My father,” Your voice cracked.

“I heard as I was on my way back. I was delayed, and for that, I’m sorry.” You sobbed into your hands, wiping your tears violently. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I was sitting in front of the fire. They recovered his pocket watch, and I was…” You wiped your eyes again. “I’m so emotional, I’m-.”

“It’s okay… Why don’t you grab it and head onto bed, my dear? I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

As you laid in bed, Dio recounted the event that happened a few nights ago when he discarded his humanity.

“You bastard,” Your father hissed next to Mr. Joestar and Jonathan. “You used my daughter, didn’t you?! To make you less suspicious.”

Dio gave him a hard glare. “Don’t bring her into this,” He muttered.

“You’re using her! For what? What are you using my daughter for?! Because we know she means nothing to you-!”

“She means EVERYTHING to me,” Dio snapped. The party froze in shock. “Your daughter is an angel by my eyes. A saint sent from the heavens. She is my guide for my vision, my plans for my future. She has nothing to do with what goes on here. I will protect her until my dying breath, unlike you, old man.” He pointed towards him and narrowed his eyes. “No one will harm a hair on her head. And if they do, they’ll see the might of my hand.”

He tucked some hair behind your ear. Even though your father wouldn’t have believed him, he meant every word. At first, when he met you, he didn’t expect to be attracted to you so quickly. In fact, he expected quite the opposite. Your language was quite vulgar, and your dirtied appearance rather made you repulsive in the eyes of many. You were poor, and that’s what was expected.

But, the more he saw you, he learned you actually were not as brainless as you looked. You were a hard worker, like he was, and you just wanted to live an easy life. Somehow, with that, he expected you to be someone close to him that he could confide in. That soon turned into him wanting you to be his right-hand. But he didn’t expect to grow feelings for you. From then on, he expected you to be his wife. He just had to have the pieces fall in place.

Now here you were. Him, now having discarded his humanity, and you, who he refused to impurify with his meticulous methods. He refused to let this known to you, at least not yet. He may never admit it to you. He can easily lie about his changes, he can lie about his followers, all he didn’t want to do was harm you.

You walked towards the hospital and knocked on the door to see Jonathan in his bed, resting nicely. “Jojo, how are you,” You smiled.

His eyes lit up as the blonde woman next to him turned to see you. “(Y/n),” He mumbled.

“I wanted to check on your injuries.” You looked at the woman. “Did you take care of him? I must thank you. I’m (Y/n) Brando, Jonathan’s sister-in-law.”

“(Y/n), are you well? After what’s happened…” Jonathan made a face.

You held up a hand. “I’m… managing. Dio has certainly helped quite a bit.”

His eyes grew dark. “Dio was the reason it happened!”

You blinked in shock. “What do you mean? He told me he was out on business.”

“Dio is evil, (Y/n)! And he won’t stop until he destroys everything he’s ever touched.” He stood and looked at you. “I worry for your safety. He’s a scheming man.”

You frowned and looked at the ground. You tucked some loose hair behind your ear. “I’ve known Dio for a long time, Jojo. I’m certain that if he was scheming, then he would have told me. He’s not evil.” You looked at him. You pursed your lips together before sighing. “I wish you a successful recovery.” You cleared your throat. “I have to go and plan my father’s funeral,” You lied. “Good day” You left without another word as you started thinking to yourself.

Dio… is evil? Why would he be evil? You thought. He certainly can’t be… No… I’ll ask him. I can just ask Dio and he won’t lie to me.

You stepped into Dio’s office in your home as he sat comfortably in a chair reading. He tilted his head to stare at you. It was starting to click in your mind that he started working more often in the night than in the day. He said it was because of business, but you were starting to think differently.

“My dear, where have you been? You left quite early this morning,” He hummed.

“I went to see Jonathan,” You quietly murmured and shut the door behind you. His face hardened at the sound of the pesky Joestar’s name. “He… was not happy with you.” He huffed, looking at the book in his hands. “…He said you were evil, that you were scheming. You wouldn’t stop until you destroy everything you touched.” He paused. His eyes snapped up. “But I thought that was a lie…” You looked at him. “And you’ve… changed,” You frowned. “You’ve been more awake in the night, you’ve been doing more things, you’ve talked to a lot of people. Different servants come in and out of here… What’s happening Dio? And you truly planning something evil without telling me?”

He froze. Finally, his plans were being seen in the light, and you were no dumb girl either. Another reason he fell for you was your smarts. You were not stupid and he saw right through that. He swallowed as he stood. “Why of course not! Why, I want to make sure we’re taken care of, YOU are taken care of, while I conduct business. It is quite important to me that you are taken care of.” He stalked over towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “You are my wife, and your happiness is mine.”

…He gets very wordy when he lies, You thought. You made a dissatisfied face.

“What’s wrong my dear?” He went to touch your cheek when you grabbed his hand, much to his surprise.

“…Why did you lie?” He blinked. “You get wordy when you lie. Especially just now… Why did you just lie to me?” He swallowed. You let his hand go. You turned around. “I’m leaving then.” You glared. “Don’t follow me.” You went to open the door when he used his hand to stop it from opening. Your eyes widened as you felt hot breath at your neck.

“I would never lie to you my dear,” Dio spoke smoothly, rubbing your shoulder. “You are my most important piece. My Queen. I do everything to insure you are happy. If I have left you unhappy, then you can kill me. Because a world without you is a world I would not want to live in.”

False, he thought. A world without you is a boring world. You light his eyes and ignite a fire. He refuses to part with that fire.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and look at the ground. “I highly disbelieve that. Why would my presence be important to your goals?”

He blinked. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to face him. His eyes stared into yours. “You are my drive to live. I have said this countless times to many people. You mean everything to me, and I mean everything.”

Your heart melted but your head thought differently. You looked away from him. “Stop lying to me.”

His hands ran down your arms as he pulled you to his chest. “I only lie to those who are worth lying to. Why would it be worthy to lie to the woman I cherish the most?” He kissed your head. “If someone tells you something different, then they can answer to me.” He turned you around and cupped your cheeks. “Never leave my side, (Y/n). You are my vision, my guide. I do not want to lose my guide on this dark path I have taken.” He tilted your head up a bit. “I only want to achieve our dreams. My perfect world for you and I. A perfect world where you can live in peace, and I can rise in my glory.”

You grabbed his hands. “Dio, not like this,” You shook your head. “Why can’t it be different?”

“Because it has to be done.” He kissed you softly. “I’m sorry.”

Tears laced your eyes. “Don’t let anyone take you from me.”

“…You have my word.”

But that word would be shattered as he would burn from Jonathan Joestar’s might, and you would die with a broken heart.

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