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cloud9in · 3 years

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You’re the only one who’s writing poppy x mc fics sooo, i have a request “ bea is a bad girl (like in a gang) in high school and also went jail couple of times for getting in trouble in high school senior year poppy was new transfer student and after 2 months bea join back school and met poppy bea and they just click yk like a connection slowly they started dating and in school everyone was shocked to see bea in a relationship ( bad girl and new girl) poppy is always worried about bea and few days before graduation bea got hurt really bad and poppy gives bea 2 options that she has to choose between her or her this (gang).. bea didn’t say anything to her so poppy left, after 2/3 years they met in college bea was a different person but so does poppy they become enemies (no one knows why they hate each other) one day they were arguing and poppy shout at her and says why you're back and bea put her hand on her cheek and smile and say i am here to win you back because i love you 😬

Promises (Poppy x MC)

Part 1/?

Can i just say I'm absolutely invested in this plot? You've got me hooked on my own story, as hectic as my life is, this is enjoyable to write. I hope you like it as well @iamsimpforpoppy

Word count: 1.8k (i got carried away)

“You know what to do Jackson, same old shit.”

“Yeah but it feels like a movie every damn time”, Bea responds confidently as she unbuckles her seatbelt. She sports a black mask with a yellow bandana, a vivacious color worn by only the Southside Spades, a notorious street gang who were known for robbery, and occasional blood.

Bea found herself wrapped up in the world of gangs when she turned sixteen. But before that the brunette would assist in transporting goods, also known as hardcore drugs. There was plenty enough to go around so Bea could indulge in any she wanted. Drugs didn’t give her the high she craved though, instead it was the thrilling game of cat and mouse with the cops.

Every now and then she’d get thrown in the slammer overnight. But this particular evening earns her one year in the NY State Penitentiary. See, the cops never gathered significant evidence to build a case against her, even though she was well aware of Detective Steinhelm who had some sick obsession with her. Following her everywhere, until Bea confronted her directly after noticing the same black sedan parked a street down from her house.

But she played the game right, and nothing ever led back to her. Until now.

“Where’s the money Bradley? I feel like I’ve been kissing your ass all week, the boss needs it now.”

A skinny blonde boy who looks like he had better days grunts in annoyance, “You’ll get your money...I’m just a little short right now.”

“Time’s up Ken doll, you know Carter will have your head for this.”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Maybe this can be between us…”, Bradley strides carefully towards the blonde, a disturbing grin on his face which screams junkie. “Back the hell up now.”

Bea pulled her knife out with ease and pointed it towards him. She didn’t plan on actually using it. Murder was way out her budget for a simple money pickup but she knew that it would scare the boy easily. Except he kicked the blade out of her hold which prompted it to screech across the concrete before coming to a stop. Before Bea could think her fists reacted as she intercepted a punch that aimed straight for her jaw. She twists Bradley’s arm and he falls on his knees in pain. With his back to her, she kicks him down until he’s flat on his stomach.

“What is it exactly that you plan on doing now Bradley?” The blonde boy struggles under Bea’s foot but manages to reach around and slash at her ankle with a surprise shiv. Bea yelps in pain before kicking his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Stupid idiot. Had to make this harder than it should’ve been.”

Bea eventually finds the stash of money hidden under his mattress, an amateur hiding place at best. She congratulated herself for another job accomplished (kinda) and headed home. What the seventeen year old didn’t expect was the repulsive sound of a siren filling her ears as she stepped out onto her driveway. Her blood rushed to her head when she spotted Detective Steinhelm among the police officers surrounding her and retorts, “oh come on. I thought I told them about you harassing me. What do you want? Back here to strip search me again?”

The older woman only watches the blonde in eerie silence before smiling and gesturing to a police officer. “Beatriz Jackson you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law-”

“What the actual fuck!” Bea yanks her arms out of the officers reach which initiates a struggle for dominance. This was nothing new to her, but it still felt sickening. Like she was some pet.

“You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Detective Steinhelm finishes speaking and approaches the still scuffling blonde, “if you keep resisting I will tase you myself.”

Bea bites back the urge to headbutt the old hag right in her stupid face but she didn’t need any extra charges, for whatever the hell it was she was being charged for.

“Tell me why the fuck I am being arrested and I’ll calm down.”

That’s when Bea notices a familiar (bruised up) face from earlier. His smirk was enough to eat at her skin and she felt burning hot rage.

“Your blood was found at the scene of Mr. Denbroughs assault. You are being arrested in the case of second degree assault with intent to hurt someone with a deadly weapon.”

***

Bea only got one year in prison due to her kickass lawyer Ina Kingsley who played the minor card at every opportunity given. She also pointed out the fact that the knife wasn’t bloodstained, and Bradley never had any stab wounds so there is no proof the weapon was ever used against him. And it technically wasn’t. Good thing she didn’t bring a gun instead.

She did miss her 18th birthday though. And a few months of her senior year. But that’s what summer classes were for right?

All eyes were on the blonde when she returned, and whispers spread throughout the school about a certain new girl. Bea paid no mind to the fingers that pointed in her direction but the newcomer did manage to catch her attention, and pretty quick at that.

“Hey Jackson, how was solitary confinement?”

“I heard they make you use the bathroom right through the tiny food slot.”

Bea rolls her eyes and pelts a piece of not-so-fresh bread right at Ford’s head. The other people at the table join in on the laughter and Bea shakes her head and smiles, “it was Juvie you dumbass, and they made us sit in a circle together every Thursday like we were in an AA meeting.

“That’s jail for babies, goldilocks here wouldn’t last a minute in a real prison”, Carter joins them at the table with a cocky smirk, yet his eyes soften when landing on Bea. She shares a similar look with him knowing they’ll have a real conversation later. Because they definitely didn’t get to have that when Bea was getting dragged away to the police station in cuffs, and every event after that.

“It’s our girl’s first day out, we have to celebrate. And it’s not like she’s on probation...right Bea?”

“I do have a curfew, and I’m on juvenile probation so…when we partying?” The crew laughs as Bea shrugs. Her mother will deal with it. Zoey scoots in next to the blonde and wraps her arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “So glad to have you back Bea, and we are not risking you breaking parole so let’s just go to a sport’s bar tonight.”

Bea nods her head in agreement as the first warning bell goes off and everyone starts to clean up. Zoey taps on her arm and points towards one of the farther tables where a lone figure sits, wiping her hands with a napkin. All Bea saw were blonde tresses until she turned and they made brief eye contact.

“She’s the new girl, Poppy Min Sinclair. Rumor is she’s got a rich white daddy. You should totally invite her to the party.”

“And why would I do that?”

Zoey squints her eyes and leans in closer, her hands under chin in thought, “she seems like the broody type, you two would click.” She laughs at Bea’s comical expression but the blonde can’t bother to look in her direction, she’s way too wrapped up in what little the stranger a few tables away had to offer. She would sit on that thought, Bea was not one to shy away from anything.

***

The two became friends quicker than anyone could think.

One day after school, Poppy’s car wouldn’t start. It just didn’t comply. You would think she’d be poised and call her mechanic to come fix it, but instead the blonde slumped against the driver’s side window and let out a visibly frustrated, high-pitched yelp. Bea watched her pace around the car and even...kick?...the front bumper with her heels in efforts to wake it up.

“You know I may be wrong but I think that only makes it worse..” She approaches the helpless blonde with a small grin. Poppy’s persistence amazed her though, she’s never seen anyone determined to beat a car up. An expensive one at that.

“I hope you have some idea how to fix it, unless you’re here to waste my time and ask me on a date.”

Woah.

Okay that definitely threw Bea on a whim. She lets out a sharp laugh and bites her lips in amusement. She strolls towards the front of her car, holding Poppy’s gaze the whole way. She liked that the blonde didn’t avert her eyes. “And if I did? We couldn’t take your car of course, it’s obviously impaired.”

Poppy smiles and turns to look at Bea properly. She checks out every inch of her with no visible shame. An assessment so to say, and she likes what she sees.

“It’s your lucky day Poppy, I happen to know a thing or three about cars, and I desperately want to get this thing working so we can go on that date.” She winks playfully but god does she mean it. Bea silently prayed that the blonde wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she knew she won when Poppy didn't protest, instead getting comfortable under some shade and holding her hand out, “the stage is all yours Jackson.”

***

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can’t jump over this obvious not-so-protected fence?”

“Judging by the sign right next to it that says...oh wow who would’ve thought, “DO NOT ENTER”, I don’t think so”, Poppy deadpans. It didn’t phase Bea of course because she was already halfway up the fence when the blonde turned away from the sign. The girl had a point to prove, maybe not a valid one, but still a point.

Poppy pinches her eyebrows in exasperation before looking back up to a nonchalant Bea swinging her legs from the top of the fence. She winks down at the blonde, “join me?”

Poppy didn’t expect to be climbing fences with a charismatic girl who had the same color hair as her when she moved schools, but she found herself embracing every moment of it. Although the trip up there was a struggle and some.

“I swear to god there’s a wire in my ass.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And we’re both going to end up in the hospital. Get. me. Down.”

Bea tries to hold in her laughter the whole way down but lets it loose when she sees Poppy still up there, partly hovering in the air. “Pops...I’ll catch you, don't worry. Climb down slowly.” She doesn’t. But Bea had her feet planted and ready because any moment with the sassy blonde was unpredictable. And she loved it. Especially because she had Poppy engulfed in her arms and they were so close their noses touched.

Bea promised herself she’d kiss the girl next time.

***

“You’re...in a gang?”

Bea felt a clasp of cold air enter her lungs as she stared ahead. It wasn’t like she could hide it from Poppy. She has a reputation, and word has gotten around about the two getting close. This was just like that one time at the end of sophomore year where Bea met Kelly Hall, a beautiful girl with golden rimmed glasses. Unfortunately she only could imagine what could’ve been after whispers ended up right on the doorstep of Kelly’s parents, and she suddenly changed her number, and switched out of every class she had with Bea.

The blonde didn’t want to entertain the thought of Poppy doing the same, but this was a lifestyle she chose.

“I mean...how?”

Bea sighs and turns to look at her, “I fell into the wrong crowd. Or maybe it’s the right one because I never found a true home until I met them. They’re family, I wouldn’t expect you to get it though and I understand if you want to distance-”

“I of all people know what it’s like to not fit in Jackson. You’ve found people who make you feel safe. Maybe I don’t agree with the troubles that come with being in a gang but I don’t know the whole story.”

“Do you want to?”

Poppy wraps her arms around Bea’s and lays her head on her shoulder, “I want to know that you won’t get yourself hurt but I know that’s nearly impossible.”

Bea exhales slowly, not knowing what to say. She knew that this would upset Poppy but her acceptance meant more. She didn’t know what this would mean for the two of them, if there was a “them”, but she felt more encouraged to share more of her other life with the blonde.

“Just promise me one thing Jackson.”

“Yeah?”

Poppy’s voice comes out softer than expected, and Bea ingests every emotion that comes with it, “Promise me you won’t ever put yourself in a position where you have to choose between me or the gang.”

Bea finds her hand in the space where their thighs touched and latches onto it like a lifebuoy,

“I promise.”

***

“I just remembered something Poppy.”

“What, that you have half a brain cell? I thought that was established Jackson.”

Bea launches a pillow that (purposely) misses Poppy’s head by an inch. If she actually hit her and frizzed up her locks then she’d never hear, or see..or walk again.

“I’m being serious. I just remembered this too, we never went on that car date we talked about.”

Poppy squints her eyes in confusion, but was fully aware of what Bea was referring to. “You mean the first time we met?”

The blonde smiles to herself as she replayed that day in her head over and over again. She couldn’t decide if Bea’s openly flirty behavior is what drew her in or if it was her ability to fix any of her possessions with ease. And for free.

Bea pulls Poppy up by her hands until her back is against the lockers. Another perfect opportunity for the blonde to make do of that promise she made to herself, but something told her to wait just a bit longer. “So what do you say? Poppy Min Sinclair, will you go on a date with me?”

Poppy rolls her eyes playfully, pulling Bea in closer by the collar of her letterman, “now who’s being dramatic?”

“I didn’t hear a no”

“I think you know what the answer is.”

That night Zoey helped Bea prep for her first date with the girl that she could say she was almost in love with. The taller girl brushed some dust off of Bea’s jacket and planted her hands on her shoulders, “remember Jackson, give her the ride of her life. And I mean that in every way possible.”

Thanks Zoe.

Bea watched Poppy drive up in front of her house and something inside her mind couldn’t deny the pang her heart let out when she saw Poppy smile the way she did.

Bea took control of the driving and told Poppy to recline her seat and enjoy the ride, with her seatbelt on of course. Safe sacrifices. They cruised through an empty highway blasting Poppy’s spotify playlist named “Rich Bitch Songs” because that was their ideal perfect date. It’s amazing that the two could even come to an agreement, but here we are.

She watched the beautiful blonde sing her lungs out and couldn’t help but mirror her joy, taking her hands off the steering wheel. The pump of adrenaline prompts a new excitement in the air and Poppy wraps Bea into a secure hug, her hair flying wildly with the wind. Bea slows the car down but the rapid beating of her heart made it seem they were going 100 miles per second.

“I feel so alive Jackson.”

Bea stared at the girl in the passenger seat with a look that could only be described as love.

“You make me feel alive.”

Poppy kept talking and Bea found a way to focus on both the road and the blonde next to her. Because when you truly enjoy something, you’ll find a way to keep experiencing it. And Bea enjoyed hearing Poppy’s voice, she loved everything about her.

“I feel like kissing you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“...Nothing. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

They kiss when Bea pulls over. A hot feeling consumes them like fire when their tongues collide and Bea plants her hands around Poppy’s hips, pushing her back into her seat until she’s on top. The windows easily start to fog up in reaction to the heat, and not once did they take their hands off each other.

Promise 1/2 kept

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End Note: This chapter was to build their relationship, more angst incoming. BIG THANKS to @somewillwin for letting me use Jackson <3333

Taglist: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog @a-ghost-girl

#poppy min sinclair #queen b #playchoices #mc x poppy #a huge bug flew onto my screen during the writing process #gave me motivation to HURRY MY AAAAAAASSS UP

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Obey Me x The Magnus Archives: Avatar MC (Beelzebub/Terminus, 6/7)

The “Cursed TMAxObey Me crossover” continues! It’s basically what it says on the tin: what if the settings of the horror anthology podcast The Magnus Archives and the goofy dramedy demon dating sim Obey Me were merged in some way?

Beel’s story is so tragic… it would be a shame if someone… took advantage of that…

Not sure how I actually feel about this one tbh. The End is hard to write for personally, since the concept of death never really scared me. It’s sad, sure, and it’s scary to almost lose people out of nowhere, but conceptually? Death’s a part of life. Like, at least the Vast has a more visceral component to it in addition to its whole existential crisis thing.

But anything spooky about the End isn’t really about death, it’s more fates worse than death. Trapped in a dessicated corpse, being buried alive, the process of decay, the idea of your self being distorted in a eulogy from a stranger… Anything I find upsetting about death can be attributed more to other Entities. Or like, capitalism lmao.

ANYWAY!

For those unfamiliar with tma but intending on reading this anyway, I would like to warn you that this series is going to be horror-based, and include potentially disturbing content. Specific content warnings will be provided at the beginning of each fic, and some may be more upsetting than others. Please use your discretion when deciding which parts to read, if any. I can only warn you, I am not responsible if you decide to read and are upset by what you see.

Content Warnings: Horror, implied bad end, implied death, metaphysical tendrils/tentacles (not the sexy kind), the inevitability of death/mortality, nihilism, hopelessness, false comfort, anxiety around death/death of loved ones

Lucifer (X), Mammon (X), Leviathan (X), Satan (X), Asmodeus (X), Beelzebub (You are here), Belphegor (X)

When Beelzebub confides in MC about the death of his sister, they listen very intently. There is no judgement in their eyes, or in the tender grip they have on his hand. Perhaps that’s what makes their response so jarring.

“What would you have done, MC?” he asks. “Is there even a right choice in that situation?”

“There isn’t,” they admit. For a moment, Beel feels somewhat relieved. Either option would have resulted in suffering, he can only live with the consequences of his choice and appreciate that he still has Belphegor and the rest of his family.

“Though, to be fair, there isn’t a choice at all.”

“Huh?” Beel tenses, but MC doesn’t let go of his hand.

“A life was going to be lost that day. That’s how it is. You can’t stop death, only delay the inevitable. Even if you had somehow managed to save both Lilith and Belphegor, you were in a war. All it would have taken was one lapse in attention, one fumble, and one enemy’s opening, and that’s it. You could have done everything perfectly and still lost both of them.”

“No, that’s— I could have— I can—”

“You can’t evade the End, Beel.” MC’s hand on his own is like a frozen vice. “And neither can your brothers. Belphegor’s in the human world, right? I wonder how he’s doing.”

He can’t tell if they’re trying to console him, if they’re just that apathetic about mortality, or if they’re trying to scare him, but either way their words echo in his head endlessly. He begs Lucifer to contact Belphegor, to let him come back home for just a day, but to no avail.

He also tries to avoid MC if he can help it. They haven’t made any more strange comments, but every time he looks at them, all he can think about is what they said. How fragile life is. How easy it would be for him to lose those he cares about most.

The stress wreaks havoc on his appetite. Some days he’s so sick with worry, the thought of eating anything is repulsive, even as he feels like he’s being consumed from within; while other days leave him exceptionally ravenous, even by his standards. The only upside is the hunger distracts from his newfound obsession. He can even hang around MC sometimes, provided he avoids any topics deeper than their immediate lives and ignores the aura of morbid dread they radiate when they get lost in thought.

Sleep offers him no reprieve. He’s used to nightmares, but they’ve changed. In his dreams, he still sees Lilith getting shot down, but instead of the Devildom, a writhing mass of black tentacles await below them. They reach up eagerly, snaking around her limbs, but seem most interested in the fatal wound on her side. It’s unnerving to say the least. But that isn’t the worst part.

They don’t just target Lilith. They wind around Levi’s throat, Asmo’s legs, Mammon’s wings, and Lucifer… he’s covered in them. He looks down at himself and his twin in his arms in horror and sees that they’ve started curling around their ankles, climbing higher and higher, pulsing, squeezing—

He wakes up gasping, tangled in his bedsheets. MC sits at the foot of his bed, a small, almost sad smile on their face. They cup his tear-streaked cheeks, their icy fingers contrasting sharply against the hot blood roaring under his skin.

“Not yet, Beelzebub,” they coo as he sobs. “But eventually.”

#obey me #tma #tma the end #obey me! beelzebub #cursed tma x om crossover #mine #my writing #beelzebub

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libraryofsouls · 4 years

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How would the slashers react to a serial killer s/o? Feisty, deadly and cunning. I am just so curious and also love your interpretation of them. ❤️👌

thanks so much! I’m glad. 💖

slashers reactions to: a serial killer s/o

Asa Emory / The Collector

chances are, he’s already done some investigating on you. depending on how far you’ve gone with him - it’s sink or swim.

if he cares about you enough he’ll risk introducing you to his collection. don’t expect too much though, as he would still prefer to work alone.

if you somehow use him in some way for your own goals, you’ll quickly find yourself being the newest addition to the collection, so try not to get any funny ideas.

would definitely feel like you’re walking on eggshells with him. he’s notoriously cautious so he might not be a fan of the idea of you walking the same path as him.

be extra domestic with him and he’ll eventually warm up to the idea. sweet-talk him, offer to wash his bloodied clothes along with yours and he just might start convincing himself that it doesn’t sound so bad after all.

Billy Lenz

if he found out before you even started dating - he's likely to save you for last just to observe how you really work. you’re dangerous and he doesn’t like that. (just pray he doesn’t end you in your sleep.)

or if you choose to drop the bomb on him mid-relationship, he’ll be shocked. is that why you’re so understanding? so patient with him?

if he happens to witness you killing, he’ll incorporate those in his obscene phone calls. maybe mumble it to himself sometimes as well.

compliments from billy! you’re not just a “regular piggy” anymore. smart piggy! pretty piggy! bloody piggy.

maybe it would be better if you don’t get in his way though. he tends to lose control when going after someone so he might hurt you by accident. likewise he won’t intercept you if you’re busy butchering someone.

god forbid someone goes after you, he’ll go beserk. if you save him from someone he’s not gonna thank you directly, instead just rest on you and compliment you some more.

Bo Sinclair

ah you’re hot but also fuck right off. ambrose is his territory and he’s not willing to share.

mid-relationship: he’ll be less trusting towards you. how long have you kept this from him, and why? what are you really after?

reassure him and earn that trust back again before he even lets you anywhere near his victims. the only way he’ll agree to work with you is if he’s the one calling the shots.

it’s pretty easy to fall into place once you’ve gotten used to his habits. he won’t admit it but it’s much easier to handle bigger groups with an extra pair of hands.

rage level increase! he’ll be especially violent towards anyone who takes a swing at you, only to snap back at you with “are you fuckin’ stupid? you could’ve gotten hurt!”

he’s actually much better at patching up wounds than vincent - and you better believe he’ll be patching you up before anybody else. (including himself) shut up, he already knows he’s bleeding and he doesn’t care.

Brahms Heelshire

another observant lad. like billy, he’ll take time to watch you very closely to see how you work. you’re his nanny and you kill too? hot.

it’ll be hard to keep secrets in such a huge house with very thin walls so you’re not likely to get away with this without him knowing. downside is it’ll take a much longer time for brahmsy to reveal himself.

kill for him and he’s yours to keep. usually it’s the other way around but now that he knows you’re capable, he’ll be a lot more laid-back. unless of course his jealousy gets the best of him.

still expects you to keep up with the list, however. there’s not really a lot of victims needing immediate attention so your first priority should always be him.

surprisingly helpful. he won’t feel the need to butcher anyone anymore (again, unless his jealousy acts up.) so he might actually give you a hand - just make sure to reward him properly for his efforts.

Bubba Sawyer

nervous bubby is hesitant to even go near you. sure he’s big and has a chainsaw but you look really good at what you do so he’s a bit scared.

mid-relationship: you’re a WHAT? gasps. actually, now that he thinks about it, that explains a lot. that’s okay he still loves you a whole lot!

quick to inform the entire family. hey everybody!! guess who has the coolest s/o ever?! he does! makes sure grandpa sawyer gets to see just how impressive you are. he’s so proud!

drayton’s undoubtedly going to hear about this so congrats! you’ve now levelled up to meat-wrangler, just like bubby. the whole family will be quick to accept you - no questions asked.

bubba still panics whenever you get hurt though! so maybe don’t get too carried away. he’s quick to make sure the tougher victims are taken care of first so they don’t hurt his precious s/o.

Jason Voorhees

big boy is THREATENED. why are you here and what do you want? please leave right now. though you do seem oddly nice for someone who just beheaded a guy at the dock.

mid-relationship: frozen in shock. his beloved s/o? the one that kisses him every morning? struggles to believe it. he might even refuse to accept it unless you have a good reason to do so.

he might be more accepting if you do it to protect yourself or as a way to rid the camp of trespassers. for him? he’s not sure how to feel about that.

very against the idea. bad people won’t think twice about hurting you. it doesn’t matter if you’re good at defending yourself or not - jason just doesn’t want strangers near you.

help him and he’s thankful, but he’s still gonna remind you to stay away from the trespassers as much as possible.

but jason, you cry out - no no no, he taps your nose, don’t you worry your pretty little head. he’ll do all the protecting, thank you very much.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

if you make it on the news chromey is going to know about you asap. he’s got all the proper sources so you won’t exactly be as well-hidden as you thought. as long as you don’t go for his targets, he’ll leave you be.

if you happen to cross paths with him and things turn romantic then that makes things much easier on him. he’s more likely to keep you around in the long run knowing you’re okay with the lifestyle.

fucked-up games? you bet. this man is always up to no good and often tries to one-up you. bet his body count is bigger than yours. yeah? do you want proof?

would be very willing to let you tag along and watch. just don’t interact with his victims. at all. he’s fiercely possessive to a point that he’s not above fucking you in front of them to prove a point.

he’s not gonna assist you during your activities unless you’re in mortal danger but he’s also known to stalk you during your escapades. what do you mean “what the fuck are you doing here?” he brought you flowers like a good boyfriend and this is how you greet him? rude!

Michael Myers

hmm hot. even if you don’t tell him he already would have known before approaching you. he’ll be apprehensive if you choose to keep secrets from him, especially if he knows about them already.

if you trust him enough to tell him about this he’ll appreciate your honesty and might keep you around longer. hm sure okay but he knows already. (he’s not about to tell you that though)

do your own thing and leave him be. he doesn’t really care. upside is he won’t have to worry about you being attacked because he knows you’re capable of defending yourself even without him.

but that doesn’t stop him from being petty and obsessive. bashes the already motionless corpse of the idiot that attacked you. he’s not gonna stop until they turn into paste.

he works alone. don’t even try to follow him. stop it. don’t you have other places to be? shoo. firmly carries you back to the house and locks you there.

Thomas Hewitt

is it bad that he finds you.... kinda hot? you handle yourself well but he’s also lowkey afraid of you.

mid-relationship: like jason, he has trouble accepting the fact that his darling would be capable of such a horrid thing. he’ll be okay with it if you do it for the hewitts or for your own protection. otherwise he’s not into it.

killing bad. please leave it to him instead, okay? he doesn’t want you getting hurt. he’ll insist to do all the butchering despite hoyt’s loud protests that you should be pulling your own weight.

go ahead and brush up on your convincing skills because it’s not impossible to persuade him. (unlike jason). you would need to earn your right to provide for the family.

the hewitts are quicker to accept you into the family once you’ve proven yourself. you’ll fit right in! tommy’s always going to be a worrywart though regardless of how good you actually are.

Vincent Sinclair

might actually target you first because you’re the most dangerous. he’s much less likely to trust you since you’ve killed before.

mid-relationship: tell him very early in the relationship otherwise he might not trust you again. he’ll be understanding regardless of your intentions. (unless of course if it’s to harm him or his brothers, then he’s troubled.)

mother hen vincent would also prefer you don’t help out with the victims. bo’s already a handful by himself and he’s confident that the three of them (along with lester) can manage.

but he’s not going to forbid you, per se. he’s not gonna go out of his way to stop you. just as long as you’re smart about it and you don’t get hurt, then you can carry on.

again, an extra pair of hands means less work for everybody involved so as much as bo bitches about how trusting you might come back to bite them in the ass, they’re appreciative of your efforts.

#requests #reacts #slashers #asa emory #the collector #billy lenz #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees #jesse cromeans #chromeskull #michael myers #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #slasher party #my writing

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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Vampire Red Velvet reaction to biting their s/o for the first time

Irene

“Damn it.”

You cursed while letting the knife fall to clutch your finger.

“What- did you burn the food?”

Joohyun asked before rushing to your side to check on the food. Once she saw the cut in your finger, however, she froze.

Confused you stared at her because she didn’t bring you a paper towel to stop the bleeding, but then you remembered that you were dating a vampire. It wasn’t unusual that you forgot about that little detail, because your girlfriend tried hard to hide that side of hers. She had never once lost control around you and she never even drank blood in front of you. Therefore, your relationship felt like any other and it took moments like this for you to remember that it wasn’t.

Joohyun vacantly stared at your wound, suddenly making you aware of how hard it must be for her to be around you. You knew how much she desired you, so it was only natural that she probably also wanted to taste you in a way that she hadn’t before. Although you had never really taken that thought into account, you weren’t repulsed by it. You knew that you could trust your girlfriend and you thought that it was time for you to have more consideration for her needs.

“D-do you want to feed... on me?”

You stuttered, unsure of how to deal with this situation as your girlfriend kept staring at the blood that slowly started to drip down your hand.

Your words ripped Joohyun out of her trance and she averted her gaze from the wound to look into your eyes instead. You could see disbelief in her face, but also a light blush on her cheeks.

“Do you think, I can’t control myself around you?”

She gasped, visibly upset about your offer, but you quickly shook your head.

“No, of course not. I just realized for the first time that you must really want my blood though.”

You explained, causing Joohyun’s gaze to flicker to the bleeding cut once more, showing you that you were right with your assumption. Instead of agreeing with your statement, however, your girlfriend scoffed.

“Tsk... I can’t believe you. Do you think, I am some uncontrolled animal? I can distinguish my significant other from my dinner.”

She bickered back before turning on her heel and storming off to the living room where she sulkily plopped down on the couch.

You knew that she was only reacting this way, because her fear of being out of control was one of her biggest weaknesses. She hated this -how she called it- unmannered side of hers and was extremely anxious to hurt you one day. She loved to take care of you and just the thought of losing control made her sick. But opposing to her, you didn’t worry about that. Therefore, you turned off the stove and followed her to couch where you planted yourself on her lap.

“I know that you are not an animal. That’s why I’m offering you to feed on me. I know that you would never hurt me.”

Joohyun stubbornly crossed her arms and turned her head to the side, but you knew that for once, you had the upper hand.

“I know that you want to.”

You whispered before lifting your hand and holding it only inches from her face, finally making her whip her head around with wide eyes. Once more her gaze zeroed in on the dripping wound. She gulped and you could see her eyes turning into a dark red color for the first time. You were fascinated by the view and finally understood why some people were so obsessed with vampires.

Your heart started racing in your chest in anticipation, but Joohyun didn’t make a move. She was simply staring, and you were able to see the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to taste you, but at the same time, she probably felt wrong for her desire. Therefore, you decided to help her overcome her inhibitions. Gently you pressed your wrist against her mouth, covering her lips with your blood that had stained your lower arm by now. Joohyun immediately licked her lips, causing her expression to change as soon as she got the first taste. Her eyes snapped up and you could see a flame flaring up inside of them that she tried to control, however, until you nodded your head. As soon as you had given her the permission to continue, Joohyun dug her teeth into your wrist, causing you to yelp in pain at first before feeling yourself relax as her venom flooded your body. Calmly you looked down at your girlfriend who eagerly drank your blood while silent moans escaped her mouth time after time. She seemed to be in a frenzy until she suddenly pulled away without hesitation, causing you to whine in response.

“Don’t stop.”

You pressed your wrist against her lips again, but this time Joohyun opted to press a gentle kiss on it. Her eyes had returned to their usual dark brown color again and your girlfriend calmly looked at you.

“No, that’s enough.”

She responded while grabbing some tissues from the table to wipe her mouth.

“I’m feeling fine!”

You countered, already starting to miss the peaceful feeling that you had experienced just a second ago.

“That’s the venom speaking. You’re exhausted.”

Not paying attention to your protests, Joohyun laid down on the couch while pulling you on top of herself, so that your head was resting on her chest. Out of the blue, you felt an incredible fatigue washing over you, making you yawn loudly.

“See? Rest a bit. You’re quite literally drained.”

She giggled before starting to run her fingers through your hair soothingly, making your eyelids feel heavy. It didn’t take long till you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your lips.

You definitely needed to do this again.

Seulgi

“We can sleep in the car and watch the stars!!”

Seulgi squealed loudly and you chuckled in response.

You loved to see her this excited. It really had been a great idea to suggest making a road trip this weekend. Both of you didn’t have to work for once, so you figured that it would be a great opportunity to catch up on all the lost time.

Therefore, you found yourself sitting in the car merely two hours after getting off work, driving to an unknown destination. This weekend was all about recovering from your everyday life stress and savoring your time together, so you didn’t even bother to plan a route. Wherever you would like it, you would stay.

With Seulgi singing at the top of her lungs and feeding you some snacks once in a while, you drove for a few hours until your girlfriend started getting quieter with every passing minute. Confused you laid your hand on her thigh and mustered her from the corner of your eye.

“Hey are you alright? Do you want to find a place to stay the night?”

Seulgi only shook her head, but avoided your gaze, making you wonder what had caused her changed behavior. Intently you thought about a reason until you started having a hunch.

“Are you hungry?”

You asked your girlfriend who sheepishly looked at her lap and fidgeted with her fingers, making you understand what was going on.

“Baby, did you forget to pack blood?”

Seulgi stayed quiet for a while but nodded her head eventually, making you sigh.

That wasn’t ideal.

You were several hours away from home and you couldn’t just walk into a hospital and steal some blood.

“I’m sorry.”

Your girlfriend mumbled and you quickly took her hand to give it a comforting squeeze.

“It’s ok.”

You faked a smile while thinking about a solution for your problem and it didn’t take you long till you thought about the most obvious one. Seulgi surely wouldn’t like it, but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t let her starve this weekend and you certainly weren’t planning on letting your alone time get ruined.

Therefore, you took a turn at the next junction and pulled over in the middle of nowhere. Confused Seulgi looked at you and you smiled assuring at her.

“Feed on me.”

You simply stated, causing your girlfriend to choke on her own breath.

“What?”

She coughed breathlessly, making you chuckle.

“Don’t act like this is the craziest thing you’ve ever heard. You need blood, and I’m a human. So, serve yourself.”

You winked at her before wiggling your shoulder to free your neck.

Seulgi, however, just stared at you in disbelief.

“I won’t feed on you!”

She nearly yelled, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Stop being so dramatic! It’s alright. I know that you won’t hurt me and there isn’t really any other option.”

You responded calmly, but your girlfriend didn’t seem to be convinced.

“Seulgi, please. I really want this weekend to be nice.”

When she saw the pout on your lips, Seulgi huffed in desperation, but nodded her head.

“Fine, but this is a one-time thing.”

She said sternly before reaching over to grab your wrist.

“I’m not drinking from your neck though. That’s too dangerous.”

Your heartbeat quickened up a bit when it finally dawned on you that your girlfriend would be digging her teeth into your flesh in just a second and you wiggled about on your seat nervously. Seulgi immediately noticed and searched for your eyes.

“I don’t have to.”

She offered softly, but you knew that there was no reason for you to be scared.

“No, it’s alright.”

You smiled and Seulgi scanned your face for any signs of discomfort before returning her attention to your wrist when she couldn’t find any. She exhaled shakily, making you aware of how much she loathed to hurt you. Nevertheless, she put your wrist to her lips where she hesitated a second before biting down. When her teeth broke through your skin, you hissed in pain, causing Seulgi to look at you apologetically, but you quickly flashed her a smile to assure her that you were fine. Gently, she sucked on the wound and you could see that she was trying hard not to get too greedy. Merely a couple of seconds later, she pulled away again, making you wonder whether it had even been enough.

“Was that enough?”

You asked concerned but Seulgi immediately nodded.

“Yes, totally.”

She smiled but her expression darkened a second later.

“I’m really sorry.”

The guilt in her voice was unmistakable and it became all too clear to you that your girlfriend would probably never make the mistake of forgetting to take some blood with her again.

This had truly just been a one-time thing.

Wendy

“This show is so dumb.”

You laughed but kept your gaze concentratedly fixed on the TV screen.

Seungwan, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at you. She kept scanning your body, realizing how beautiful you were for the thousandth time, while lingering her gaze on your neck over and over again. She had caught herself doing so several times in the past weeks. The two of you had just celebrated your first anniversary and despite all, Seungwan had never had a problem resisting the urge to suck you dry. But she couldn’t deny that a curiosity had developed within her lately.

She just wanted to know how you tasted. Would it be exactly as good as she imagined it to be?

At first, Seungwan had ignored the growing desire inside of her, but by now, she felt wrong for keeping this secret from you. The two of you had always been really honest with each other and you had asked her right from the start to always be open about her needs. Therefore, Seungwan decided that it was time to share her thoughts with you.

“Y/N...”

She called your name and you instantly looked at her with a smile on your face.

“Yes, baby?”

The use of the pet name made a light blush appear on her cheek, but Seungwan tried to stay focused.

“I need to ask you something. I was a little hesitant at first, but I really value the honesty in our relationship, so I’m just going to be blunt...”

She made a short break to await your reaction, but when you only looked at her expectantly, Seungwan decided to continue.

“I have been wondering lately how feeding on you would be like.”

Not knowing how you would react to her statement, she observed you closely, but you didn’t seem to be surprised.

“Obviously. You’re not really subtle, Seungwan.”

You giggled, causing her to gasp,

“What? Really?”

“Nope, absolutely not.”

An amused smiled was playing on your lips, making Seungwan speechless. How was she supposed to progress from here? She didn’t even know herself whether she really wanted to feed from you or not. Gladly, however, you took the word again.

“So... do you want to do something about your curiosity?”

The casualness in your voice was astonishing and Seungwan needed a second to process your words.

“Are you sure about that?”

She asked, not ruling out the possibility that she had interpreted your question wrong.

“Absolutely.”

Once again, you showed no hint of insecurity, making it clear to Seungwan that your offer was sincere.

Therefore, she inhaled deeply to gain some courage before scooting closer to you. You looked at her calmly and with so much trust in your eyes that Seungwan could feel herself being at ease too. You were the love of her life, there was no way, she would ever do something to endanger you. She would just take a little sip to still her curiosity that was all.

Slowly, Seungwan leaned in while licking her lips and observing you closely. She started by leaving kisses all over your neck, causing you to giggle.

“You know that you don’t need to seduce me first, right? I’m a willing victim.”

You chuckled, but Seungwan didn’t stop caressing you.

“I’m an epicure, baby. I’m not one for quickies, shouldn’t you know that by now?”

She smirked, making you laugh.

The comfortableness and trust between the two of you in this moment made Seungwan’s heart flutter and she figured that you were ready now. Therefore, she placed one last kiss on your skin before slowly digging her teeth in. The second the first drop of blood touched her tongue, she hummed satisfied, feeling like some drug captivated her whole body. Nevertheless, she didn’t let her guard down for even a second. This pleasure could turn into something dangerous from one second to the next and she couldn’t let that happen. Therefore, she savored every drop to its fullest before abruptly pulling away eventually.

“Oh my...Y/N you taste so good. I think, I feel tipsy.”

Seungwan gasped and you sheepishly looked to your lap.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed.”

You chuckled as you leaned back and carefully touched your neck that was a little smeared with blood.

Swiftly Seungwan got a tissue from the table next to her and helped you cleaning yourself up.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

Softly, she stroked your cheek before pressing a kiss on your lips. She just couldn’t help it; it seemed like the bond between the two of you had just strengthened even more.

Joy

Sooyoung observed you as you concentratedly measured the ingredients for the cake that you wanted to bake. She loved this domestic side of you, nevertheless, she couldn’t help but to feel neglected. She was sitting there dying of boredom and you weren’t paying attention to her at all. You would need at least another hour, while she had no idea what she should be doing till then. She sighed loudly after accepting her defeat and was about to drag her feet to the living room to click through the TV programs once more, when her gaze fell on the fruit bowl in front of her and a mischievous idea popped into her head. Without attracting attention, she picked some grapes and glanced at you, making sure that you were still engrossed in making your cake. When you didn’t pay any attention at her, she aimed at you and threw one of the grapes. It hit you right on the forehead causing you to jump in surprise. Dumbfounded, you looked around to see what had hit you. When you saw the grape laying on the floor, you glared at Sooyoung.

“I’m bored.”

She stated nonchalantly, trying hard to suppress the grin that was tugging on the corners of her mouth.

“You’ll regret this.”

You gritted through your teeth, but Sooyoung feigned innocence.

“What do you mean?”

She gasped, causing you to shake your head in disbelief.

“Oh...you mean this...”

With a smirk on her lips, Sooyoung suddenly threw another grape at you before laughing loudly when it hit you right in the face again.

“That was a mistake!”

You yelled as you grabbed a fistful of flour and threw it at your girlfriend. Most of the kitchen was dusted in the white powder, but Sooyoung had still gotten her share too and was now coughing as she had inhaled a good amount of flour. You had caught her off-guard with your attack, but she wouldn’t let you win this fight.

“Just you wait!”

She exclaimed before leaping to her feet and running over to you.

You squealed but grabbed another fistful of flour to defend yourself. Soon the kitchen was filled with laughter and all kinds of spilled food as the two of you kept chasing each other, not caring about all the work that was about to come when you had to clean up again. Eventually you came out on the short end and Sooyoung managed to wrap her arms around your waist to pull you against her body.

“Got you!”

She announced triumphantly before flashing you a toothy grin.

When Sooyoung saw the shocked expression on your face, however, her grin faltered, and she looked at you with her brow furrowed.

“What-“

The moment she saw her reflection in one of the pots on the stove, Sooyoung knew why your demeanor had changed. Although the picture of herself was blurry, she could still make out the red, blood-shot sclera of her eyes that had made many people tremble in fear already. In a heartbeat, she let go off you and walked away in shame while trying to turn back into her human form.

How could she have lost control like that?

“Sooyoung...”

Your voice was soft and not reproachful at all, but Sooyoung still couldn’t get herself to turn around. She was too embarrassed to look into your eyes.

Suddenly, however, she could feel herself getting whipped around and a pair of soft lips crashing into hers. Perplexed, she just stood still for a second before starting to move her lips in synch with yours. The more she allowed herself to get lost in the kiss, however, the more she felt herself losing control again, causing her to push you away abruptly.

“I-I can’t...”

She stuttered, but you kept her in place by tightening your grasp on her hips.

“It’s ok.”

You whispered, merely a few inches away from her face before connecting your lips again.

This time, Sooyoung didn’t hold back and pressed you against the counter while kissing you passionately. When she felt like suffocating from the lack of air, she moved her lips down your jawline to your neck where she sucked on your skin. It felt like the blood that was racing through your veins merely inches beneath her lips was calling her, making her graze her sharp teeth over your skin. You didn’t budge, instead, you put your hand behind her head to pull her closer. Not being able to resist any longer, Sooyoung hastily bit down to finally get the taste that she had been craving for so long. With every gulp, she felt herself getting greedier and greedier. Nothing had ever made her feel so high and her self-control was hanging by a thread. When you whimpered, however, Sooyoung immediately snapped out of her trance and removed her lips from your neck.

“Are you ok?”

She asked worried while scanning your face for any signs of fainting.

Instead, she could only find a smile though and you nodded your head without hesitation, causing Sooyoung to exhale relieved and to stroke your arms soothingly. Nevertheless, she could still feel a hunger for you burning inside of her. But she couldn’t feed on you again; she didn’t know whether she’d be able to stop. There needed to be another way to still her hunger and she knew exactly what to do. Swiftly, Sooyoung checked up on you again before taking your hand and pulling you to the bedroom.

There was a way to satisfy both of you.

Yeri

Nervously, Yeri sat next to you on the couch while fidgeting with her fingers. There was a big gap between the two of you and if a stranger had seen you sitting there, they would have probably never guessed that the two of you were dating. It wasn’t because of a lack of affection or love between you, but because Yeri didn’t trust herself around you anymore. She had heard enough gruesome stories from her coven leader to know that newborn vampires were the most dangerous creatures on this planet.

Nevertheless, she hadn’t been able to resist your charms when she had run into you on the streets. You wooed her with ease and soon she embarked on a relationship with you despite knowing that it could be a deadly game. In the beginning, everything worked out perfectly fine. Your bond grew steadily and eventually, Yeri even revealed her true self to you. Against all logic, you didn’t shy away and the two of you stayed together.

At one point, however, your relationship changed. You had taken a stroll through a park when you suddenly stumbled and scraped your knee on the ground. Blood started dripping down your leg, making Yeri hyperaware of your fragile human nature. She hadn’t attacked you that day, but the incident had still been enough to cause an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

What if...

This sentence haunted her every second of every day since then, making her picture the most gruesome scenarios in her head. Her fear inhibited her carefree personality and the two of you grew more distant the more time you spent together. Your habitual gestures of affection turned into rare occasions and whenever Yeri was about to let loose around you, she stopped herself in the last second to keep her guard up.

Soon you figured out the reason for her changed behavior and assured her over and over again that you weren’t afraid of her. But your words were only a slight comfort. Her own fear was just too strong. Therefore, an evening like today was not a rare occasion. Sitting on the couch, watching TV while a depressing distance was gaping between the two of you. Only the babbling of the MC on TV could be heard as suffocating silence was surrounding you. Suddenly, however, you broke your deplorable new routine and piped up.

“Don’t you think it would be better if you just fed on me?”

Yeri choked on her own spit because of your unexpected question, causing her to cough uncontrollably.

“What??”

She exclaimed shocked, but you stayed calm as if you hadn’t just made an absolutely immoral offer. Unbothered, you scooted closer, ignoring her panicked expression and stuttering breath.

“I mean, you’re only nervous around me, because you don’t know what happens when you lose control; whether you’ll be able to stop. So maybe you should just feed on me and see for yourself that you will be able to, because I’m sure that you will.”

You explained softly, making Yeri gulp thickly.

Your argument made sense, but only if you were right. What if you weren’t though? What if you offered yourself so freely to her and she would kill you? Her thoughts started spiraling again until you grabbed her hand to catch her attention.

“Please, Yeri. Our relationship can’t continue like this.”

There was a sadness in your voice that made Yeri’s heart sink. Your statement almost sounded like an ultimatum, causing slight panic to rise inside of her. You were right, there was no point in continuing like this. You were barely ever talking anymore, let alone getting close to each other. But she didn’t want to lose you. She would do anything to keep you in her life, even if it meant facing her biggest fear.

Insecurely Yeri searched for your eyes, but you smiled reassuringly and lifted both of your hands that were still tightly intertwined until they were directly in front of her face. She zeroed in on your wrist while letting you move it closer to her mouth. Just before your skin touched her lips, Yeri threw a last glance at you to check whether you were absolutely sure. You nodded once again, causing her to close her eyes and wait till you pressed your forearm against her lips. For fear of changing her mind, Yeri hastily bit down, just to regret her harsh behavior the next second when you winced in pain. She wanted to pull away, but you held her head in place, making her suck on the wound that she had just created. Your blood filled her mouth, electrifying her whole body, driving out all the tension that had burdened her in the past months. She sighed satisfied while getting lost in the taste of relief. This was everything that she had imagined it to be.

“Yeri?”

Your silent voice caused Yeri to rip her eyes open, making her see all the blood that was dripping down on the couch. In shock, she leaped to her feet and stumbled backwards to get away from you.

“Oh my god...are you ok? I’m so sorry.”

With wide eyes, Yeri looked at you, starting to regret ever having agreed to this.

“I’m fine, Yeri. See?”

You stood up, motioning up and down your body.

“Next time just...eat a little less greedy?”

A chuckle left your lips as you walked closer to her to grab her hand.

Still in shock, Yeri only stared at you, but when you pulled her against your body, she started to relax.

“I told you, you’ll be able to stop.”

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

“Can we please go back to normal again now?”

Your pleading look melted Yeri’s heart and she nodded without hesitation.

In hindsight, she was glad that she had dared to feed on you, although she wasn’t so sure whether she would ever want to do it again. It had just been a mean to help her getting close to you. And now that she had accomplished that, she didn’t want to do anything that could risk a rift again.

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ikkaku-of-heart · 3 years

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Her Brother's Blood is on His Hands

(Originally written for @heart-pirates-week for Ikkaku’s day with the prompt “Family” but ended up being delayed until now. Inspired by discussions with @shambledsurgeon and @medicus-mortem)

Ikkaku awoke slowly, the persistent beeping of a heart monitor resembling that of a particularly slow but annoying alarm clock. She tried to sit up but a sharp pain in her side dissuaded her, so she was forced to remain on her back, looking around at the sterile walls of the infirmary. She was hooked up to an IV, there were several machines monitoring her vitals, and she could feel the pressure of tightly-wound bandages around her torso and arms.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Law said from the chair at her bedside, putting down the medical book he’d been reading. The circles under his eyes appeared darker than usual, but his grin was comforting and sure. “I was beginning to wonder if we’d have to resort to drastic measures to wake Sleeping Beauty.”

“Law?” she asked weakly, grimacing at how hoarse she sounded due to the dryness of her throat. “The fuck happened?”

“Gonna have to be more specific,” he stated as he carefully helped prop her up enough that she could safely drink some water. “Do you mean how did you end up here? Maybe the extent of your wounds? Or how about what, exactly, I did to the fucker who hurt you?”

Her eyes widened as she recalled what had happened. She’d been taking a walk with Jean Bart, venting about how much she hated that they were now government dogs because Law’d insisted on handing the Navy one hundred hearts. They’d run into a squad of Marines. Her brother’s squad, to be exact. Ushi had decided it was pointless trying to climb the Navy ranks the normal way, and thus had come up with the idea of sucking up to the Celestial Dragons. And what better way to do so than to return to Saint Rosward his wayward slave?

Heart clenching at the thought of her shipmate being handed back over to those bastards, she asked, “Is Jean—”

“He’s fine. Discharged yesterday,” Law promised, nodding towards the empty bed on the other side of the room. He picked up a chart, studying it as he continued, “Needed a lot of stitches for the lacerations across his back and arms, but nothing life-threatening.”

“Good,” she sighed in relief. He hadn’t been killed or taken. Jean Bart would continue to live as a free man for a while longer. He deserved that much.

“Was quite the sight, seeing him charging towards the ship, covered in blood, carrying you like a baby while you bled out from a stab wound,” he commented, voice even, though there was an unmistakable tightness in his jaw. “I’m just glad he managed to tell me who’d done this to you two before he passed out.”

White teeth sank into her bottom lip, guilt pulsing through her. That’s right. It hadn’t exactly been a victory. They’d managed to take down most of the Marines, but Ushi had managed to get behind her, and then there’d been excruciating pain as he’d driven a knife deep into her side…

“I’m sorry, Captain,” she whispered, black curls hiding her face as she hung her head in shame.

“The hell are you apologizing for?” he asked, gold eyes flicking up from the clipboard and narrowing in displeasure.

She wrung her hands, anxious and guilty. “Jean Bart got hurt because of my family baggage.”

“He got hurt because of an opportunistic asshole who decided that Jean being under the protection of a shichibukai didn’t matter,” he snapped. Pausing, he took a deep breath to compose himself. “The fact that said asshole came out of the same uterus as you is irrelevant.”

“We both know that’s not true,” she countered, refusing to look at him. “He targeted the Hearts because of me. He always has. And he wouldn’t have been able to go after Jean Bart if I’d let you kill him years ago. Or killed him myself. You deserve a subordinate with the stones to kill her own brother.”

Internally, she berated herself for that last part. None of this would be a problem if she’d just toughened up and put an end to that bastard. Why did she always seem to stop herself? Morality? Because she knew how heartbroken her parents would be? Because even years later, she was still scared of her childhood boogeyman?

Her thoughts were disturbed by the clipboard lightly smacking her on the head in reproach. It didn’t hurt, but Ikkaku rubbed her head anyway, frowning up at her captain. “You trying to knock me unconscious again?”

“If that’s what it takes to get you to stop talking bullshit,” he retorted. He glared at her for a moment before letting out a sigh, a tattooed hand falling heavily on her shoulder. “Ikkaku,” Law stated, tone brokering no argument, “what I deserve is a subordinate with the stones to stand up to a power-hungry bastard looking to sell her nakama to a bunch of delusional inbred freaks, which that’s exactly what I’ve got. And what you deserve is to not get stabbed in the spleen by your own blood.”

Well. It was hard to argue that logic. “I guess. But next time—”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“You don’t know that.”

The hand on her shoulder fell away to flip through the pages of her chart. “Ikkaku, you nearly bled out before you even got to the sub. You’re lucky Shachi and Penguin share your blood type and were basically tripping over themselves to donate. I had to replace your spleen and left kidney, and if that knife had gone in at a slightly different angle, he could have punctured your stomach or lung. In other words, this bastard nearly cost me my engineer. You’ve known me for goin’ on five years now; do you really think that once you were stable I just sat around twiddling my thumbs while I waited for you to wake up?”

Dark eyes widened in realization. “Did you kill him?”

“Would you be mad if I said I had?”

No. Not at him at least, but she still felt like she’d let him down by not being able to do it herself. “He shouldn’t have been your problem to solve.”

“You’re right. He shouldn’t have been a problem,” he replied harshly. Before Ikkaku could internally berate herself further, though, Law ran a hand through his hair in frustration, and there was a spark of guilt in his eyes. “No Marine should have even touched you guys. That’s supposed to be one of the fucking perks of being a shichibukai. I told you when I took this damn title that you be safe and look how that turned out.”

Yes, that had been a major argument between them, hadn’t it? For Ikkaku, not wanting to be affiliated with the World Government hadn’t just been a matter of pride or general hatred for the bastards who ran the world – she’d been afraid. Terrified that her brother would be waiting for her around every corner. That he’d find a way to get her alone, to finish the job he’d started when she was seven, to finally get her out of his hair. Law had promised she’d be safe, that he wouldn’t let him so much as breath near her. Eventually, she’d come to believe him, but things hadn’t gone to plan.

“You can’t blame yourself for Ushi not following the rules, Law,” she insisted. Yeah, she could have berated him for not listening to her, but in reality, Law’s logic had been sound; Ushi shouldn’t have dared to try anything. Ikkaku didn’t just have the Hearts protecting her anymore – the Navy itself had become another obstacle in his way. She should have been safe.

However, even she hadn’t fully considered why Ushi would go this far, but in hindsight, it made sense. Last she’d checked, he hadn’t been promoted in a while. Hadn’t advanced as quickly as he wanted or earned any accolades for heroism like everyone back home had been expecting. He was a commodore still – not even a rear-admiral, and his name didn’t strike fear into the hearts of pirates like Smoker’s did.

Because he’d been put on a pedestal, her brother had always gotten away with everything, which had only enforced his cruel and abusive nature. The whole island had believed that he’d become a famous Marine and boost their reputation, which was why they’d been willing to overlook the bruises that littered his sister’s arms, or the fact that she’d gone missing for three days while under his care.

If he’d come home a failure, everyone would have to finally admit he was nothing but a twisted, cruel bully. And instead of accepting the blame for enabling, they’d likely make him answer for his crimes.

But more than that, he’d be forced to accept that he was never that special to begin with, and she knew a man as arrogant as him wouldn’t be able to bear that.

Shaking her head, she almost felt pity for him. “Ushi was desperate, and desperate men are unpredictable as fuck. You couldn’t have known he’d be crazy enough to try to suck up to the Celestial Dragons.”

“Neither of us could have known, but I still could have protected you better,” Law retorted, crossing his arms. He still didn’t look fully convinced of his own absolution, but he declared quite plainly, “The fact is, brothers shouldn’t murder their younger siblings, or even try to.”

Well, not even Ikkaku could argue that.

But actions had consequences, and there was still a strong chance Law’s retaliation, justified or not, would bite him in the ass.

“Ushi might have been no one special, but the Navy’s not going to be happy about you killing one of their own,” she said, genuinely worried. Even if Ushi had been going against orders, shichibukai weren’t supposed to attack their Marine allies. What if they decided to strip Law of his new title? Sure, she hated that he was a government dog, but it was a vital part of his plan to take down Joker, and if that had been stripped away because he’d recklessly pursued revenge on her behalf…

The way he smirked at her belied that he didn’t share even a fraction of her concern. “The Navy’ll have a hell of a time pinning a murder on me when there’s no evidence. It’s unlikely he was ordered to attack you and Jean Bart, so there’s no paper trail. The man was obsessed with advancing up the ladder, so likely only a select few are even aware you’re related, thus no one knows of his unfortunate connection to the Heart Pirates. And unless they plan on gutting a bunch of Sea Kings and piecing together chunks of half-digested flesh, I doubt they’ll find enough of his body to even determine his cause of death.”

“You fed him to Sea Kings?”

“His remains, at least. As for how I killed him…well, I won’t bore you with the details.”

It was highly doubtful what he’d done could be described as boring, but Ikkaku decided not to press him. Knowing Law, it had been slow, painful, and had probably involved dissection. “You didn’t have to do all that for me, Captain.”

He dismissed her concerns with a casual wave of his hand. “Of course I did. You’re family. Besides, if I hadn’t, the rest of the crew would have gone after him themselves, and they wouldn’t have done as good a job covering their tracks. Or made him scream quite as loud. No offense to them, but conventional torture methods just can’t match the agony of having your heart slowly crushed to a pulp.”

Was she a bad person for not feeling sick at the thought of her oldest brother—her own blood—being subjected to the Surgeon of Death’s sadism? That instead of anger or disgust, she felt relieved? Sure, he was a massive piece of shit who deserved to die for everything he’d done to her, her other brothers, and who knows what else, but he was still family, wasn’t he?

No. The Hearts were family. Law was family. He was right – Ushi was blood, but he wasn’t her brother.

Law’s brow furrowed with concern and he reached forward, cupping her cheeks and wiping tears away with his thumbs. Ikkaku hadn’t even realized she was crying.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said, looking genuinely guilty. “I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. I should have at least waited until you were awake and asked—”

Though she was tired and weak and it took far more effort than she’d like, Ikkaku lifted her arm and flicked Law squarely in the forehead. He didn’t quite flinch back, but he did give her an annoyed grunt, but his brow did smooth out when he saw her bright smile.

“Thank you,” she said, cheeks streaked with tears but voice warm with love and affection and gratitude. It might take a while for her to fully accept that Ushi was no longer laying in wait at every Marine base, but for now, she could breath a little easier. The monster from her childhood had finally been vanquished.

Trafalgar Law might not have been a knight in shining armor, but he was something better. He was the big brother she’d always wished for.

Relieved that she wasn’t angry, Law gave her a tiny but sincere grin back. His engineer was alive, safe, and giving him that sunny smile that could light up a room. Well worth the blood on his hands, and quietly, he vowed to keep her, and the rest of his Hearts, safe from whatever hell might come their way.

They were a loyal bunch of fools, but they were his family. He’d set the world on fire before allowing anything to happen to them.

A hand adorned with the word DEATH retreated from Ikkaku’s cheek to ruffle her hair. “Don’t mention it.”

#The Engine is the Heart of the Ship (canon)#Join the Hearts: We Have Uniforms #Heart Siblings #Drabble #(been wanting to go into what happens to Ushi during the timeskip)#(and how it would definitely be Law that kills him instead of Ikkaku)#(hope people like this!)#(not sure about the title but it's the best I could think of without being cheesy or cliche)

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sleepybutwriting · 4 years

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Garden | Keigo x Reader

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Pairing: Keigo x Reader

Summary: After local number two hero Hawks saves you, he can’t help the growing need to see you once again.

Notes: This is a yandere Hawks story.

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You were on the roof of your apartment complex, tending to your rooftop garden. Technically it belonged to the building manager, but he had never done anything with it. Before you had taken the responsibility of adopting it, it was filled with empty planters, and dead flowers had covered the entire area, not a sign of life insight. When you asked him about it, he had explained that he was simply getting too old to take care of it. It had once belonged to his wife before she had passed, and due to his old state, as well as managing the building, he just didn’t have the time or the energy to put into it, so he was more than grateful when you offered to take it off of his hands. And within a few months, the entire area looked brand new.

It was an easy accomplishment. When compared to its previous form, anything you could have done to it would have been considered an improvement, but you were still proud of the effort you put into it. It was a nice hobby, and watering the plants always calmed you down after a stressful day.

It was actually the garden that you owed for introducing you to Keigo. Or maybe you owed that to your own clumsiness.

It was because of a stupid bandana, but it was one that the building manager had given to you as a gift for taking over the garden. He said that it had belonged to his wife and that she would wear it whenever she was up here. You had refused at first, feeling guilty taking something that once belonged to her, but he insisted.

“Nonsense, child. It’s only taking up space at this point.” He gently took your hand placing the bandana in your open palm before closing it for you, “Besides, how do you plan on getting any work done with your hair constantly falling into your face.”

You accepted, realizing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and securely tied it to your head. Or so you thought. It turns out you didn’t tighten it as well as you thought because all it took was a particularly strong gust of wind to blow it off your head.

You tried to catch it, but it whipped around too fast, eventually snagging itself on a metal flagless pole that stuck out off the roof.

You had looked for a stick, or a pipe, or anything that you could use to reach it while also staying a safe enough distance away, but there wasn’t anything insight, and the wind was starting to pick up again. There was no way you were going to let it get taken by the breeze. So you reached out to it, gripping onto the metal pole to keep balance as you leaned forward onto the tips of your toes. Your fingers barely grasped onto it as you heard a deep voice come from behind.

“You lean out any further and that bandanas not gonna be enough to break your fall.”

The voice caused you to lose focus for a split second, but that was all it took for you to lose your footing and start falling forward. You tightened your grip on the piece of fabric, now in hand, in fear but it wasn’t necessary. Instead of you falling forward, the person behind you reached a hand out from behind you, quickly yanking you back onto the roof and causing you to fall into their arms. Bringing you face to face with the number two hero Hawks.

“You okay there?” He smirked, taking in your slightly flushed appearance. Understandable, due to your small brush with death. You only nodded before apologizing and thanking him profusely for saving you.

He only waved them off, not thinking them necessary. Besides, seeing your flustered state was all the thanks he needed. You just looked so cute all scared in his arms.

One night, after a long shift, he flew over to your building. Not expecting to run into you, but more of just wanting to reminisce about meeting you that day. He was happy when he spotted you out in the garden again, working away.

The cool night was the best time for you to replant because it made the flowers have a better chance of not wilting. He watched for a bit. Simply admiring the way you worked while planting the flowers. But he soon grew bored of just watching, and decided that it was about time he made his presence known.

He flew over to you, but you were so deep in concentration that you didn’t notice him. Not until he spoke up.

“Do you ever take a break?”

The sudden voice had surprised you, causing you to drop the pot that you were filling and glass shards to go sliding in different directions. He tried not to laugh at your annoyed face, but the way your eyebrows knitted together and your nose scrunched up was just so adorable that he couldn’t help the grin that formed on his face.

“Do you always have to sneak up on people?”

“No, not always. But I enjoy doing it to you.”

You just rolled your eyes at him, not even acknowledging his comment. “You have to help me clean this up.”

“Of course, what are heroes for.” Again, you rolled your eyes, going to walk off to get a broom and dustpan. “Wait, Y/N don-”

“Ow!” You screeched out as you felt one of the glass shards cut through your foot. Keigo was at your side in a second. Lifting you off your feet and placing you to sit on the edge of one of your wooden box planters. He kneeled down in front of you gently taking your foot into his hand to inspect the damage.

“I’ll take it out and then we can clean it up for you. You might want to hold onto my shoulders. This might hurt.” You just nodded slightly, gripping on tightly to the man kneeling in front of you while closing your eyes firmly in preparation for the pain. “I swear, what am I going to do with you?” He whispered as he gently removed the piece of glass from your foot. You didn’t expect it to be that painless, and didn’t even realize it was over until Hawks spoke up. “You can open your eyes. It’s out.”

You followed his directions, opening your eyelids to be greeted by a smirking Hawks, now standing in front of you, with the piece of glass in hand. You slowly removed your grip from him.

“That… that didn’t hurt.”

He lied. He knew it wouldn’t hurt. The shard not being nearly deep enough to cause pain on removal. He just used the fear of pain to get you to hold onto him. He didn’t expect to enjoy it nearly as much as he did. It was almost better than the first time. He took a quick mental note to take you flying one night to get you to do it again, but for now, he would focus on cleaning your wound.

“It didn’t?” He hummed, “Well, I can be gentle when I want too.” The suggestive tone he used completely slipping by you. You just responded with an “oh, well thank you.” Then went to hop down but Keigo didn’t let you.

“You can’t walk on it, you might need stitches, and walking on it will only open it more.” Another lie. “You should let me carry you to your room. There, I can clean it and see if it needs stitches or not. I mean you can walk if you want, but we really shouldn’t risk it.”

His statement only gave you the illusion of choice. There was no way he would let you walk, the idea of holding you against him was too good to pass up. He was going to push it further if you seemed hesitant, but it didn’t appear necessary.

The idea of possibly needing to get stitches scared you into not asking many questions. Afterall, Hawks was a hero. What reason did he have to lie? So even though it didn’t hurt that bad, you accepted his offer allowing him to carry you into your apartment

After that day, he would often check up on you now and again to watch over you. Often times without you knowing. One day, you had given him a bouquet of flowers from your garden, a small thanks for helping you. Unaware of how it was only fuelling his obsession with you.

He put them in a vase, taking great care of them so they wouldn’t die. He used them as a reminder of you, on the nights when you weren’t working in the garden and he couldn’t see you. But the more he stared at them, the more he was dissatisfied with a mere remembrance of you. He wanted you. To hold you in his arms as he had before.

And as he grew more and more impatient, he was finding it a lot harder to hold himself back from just swooping you away in the middle of the night and keeping you locked in his house, where he could hold you whenever he liked. It also seemed like a good way to keep you out of trouble.

In fact, that didn’t sound like too bad of an idea after all.

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yandere-sins · 4 years

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okey so i had this idea of a yandere! fae/fey male who lives in the forrest Imagine reader and her friends go wandering about when they suddenly get lost. This fae shows up & offers to show them the way out under the condition that one of them stays with him (the reader lolol) then he takes her deeper into the forest would you write for fae? i'm not into anime 😅 but i'm obsessed with your other writing much love!

Hey! I’m super happy to read this, I am proud that you’d stay despite it being mostly anime/manga/game stuff here! Glad my writing could reach you despite everything, and I hope you enjoy your request just as much! ♥

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Despite the urges of the creature in front of you, you couldn’t help but throw hesitant glances back over your shoulder. Strangely enough, though the small, glowing blue balls in the air shed light all around you, everything behind you laid shredded in darkness, not letting your eyesight through to the end of the forest you knew was there. They’d come back for you, your friends had promised. They’d find a way to break a deal with a fairy and get back to collect you from it.

All you had to do is be patient, and humor whatever wanted to keep you here so desperately.

“Hurry, hurry!” it echoed from all around you, and you silently cursed the fact you always listened to music through your earbuds. It was so hard to discern where the sound was coming from, and you blamed it all on loud beats that you fed to your ears. Sun had long set, otherwise, your group probably wouldn’t have taken a fae’s word to lead them out. No one could know what was going on in the forest, and understandably, everyone got scared with the wind howling and branches creaking all around you.Still, you didn’t even know yet what your big words about ‘everything being okay’ would bring over you. Instead, you just tracked forward, trying not to fall over roots and slippery moss while you went somewhere.

Even with the will-o-wisps around you, it was hard to see, your hands brushing against every tree and bush you could find to orientate yourself. Maybe you should have tried to turn on your heel and run, but you wanted to trust your friends more than anything, plus… the darkness behind you, scared you.

It was unlike what you saw when you laid in bed at night. Like a curtain, separating where you were walking from something else. It scared you not knowing what laid beyond or in it even. Maybe you’d get wrapped up, unable to flee from the darkness, or you’d hurt yourself trying to pass through it. And then your friends surely had no chance to recover anything from you.

Certainly, the path before you wasn’t as promising either, but at least it was lighted. Ever so often, a shining mushroom would pull your attention to it, even though you orientated yourself on the fairy lights. The trees were starting to grow taller and denser, roots harder to step over until you had to almost climb over them. You didn’t remember that the forest had those kinds of thickets listed in its description, but you kept going. Not necessarily because you wanted, but because the urges now became physical.

Vines lashing out, wind blowing into your back. You were constantly shoved forward, and to the sides, the lights dashing by you as laughter howled through the dark forest. Of course, you didn’t want to stay in the dark either, so you hurried to catch up - more or less successful.

Did it come as a surprise that your foot got stuck on a branch or vine eventually? No, but you did let out a squeal when you found yourself falling to the ground, arms trying to shield you from the fall. Still, your head made an ungently contact with the ground, pounding and swirling when you tried to lift it again. Touching your forehead, you flinched from the pain that hit as you felt up your torn skin. You were lucky it seemed to be only a small cut despite it hurting like shit, but standing up proved to be difficult as you noticed your blood knee that wouldn’t even let you get up.

“My, my, so fragile,” someone chuckled above you, your eyes darting upwards. How you didn’t notice the person standing in front of you was a mystery itself, but you didn’t have a chance to look at them, their hand laying over your eyes and forehead. You wondered if you had ever met someone with such big hands, but luckily, they pulled away before you could panic.

Blinking a few times, you reached up too, feeling how it didn’t hurt anymore, your head free of damage. Only then, you finally looked up to them, goosebumps tracking down your back almost instantly.

That… person seemed human enough. Its features close to yours. But still, your brain couldn’t register it as such. Was it the very puffy face? How it seemed to be ‘cute’ despite it being so enormous in stature? The shimmer dropping off it, paired with light that seemed to radiate from it? Or maybe, the huge, lucid wings on it’s back, swaying ever so often to keep it hovering over the ground, you couldn’t pinpoint what set you off.

“Don’t be shy now,” it laughed, a gust of wind supporting your back as it lifted you from the ground. With a surprised huff, you couldn’t help but look around you bewildered, mind trying to understand what just happened, as two large hands wrapped easily around your lower arm, pulling you forward firmly. Undeniably, your knee stung when you stretched it out, but you bit your lip as you got dragged through the forest, the scenery suddenly changing in front of your eyes.

Instead of darkness and the trees, you were suddenly surrounded by a wide clearing, flowers blooming all over it, and small giggles coming from many creatures around you. Even if you couldn’t see them, you knew they were there, but strangely enough, you didn’t feel threatened by them for once. Birds were flying over your head, chirping, deer grazing in the distant calmly.

The spirit led you to a tree trunk, sitting you down easily and settling next to you on the ground. Smiling up at you, it lifted its hands again, this time, over your knee, healing the bothering wound before showing you your immaculate skin, chuckling. This… wasn’t so bad, you thought. Strange yes, but not as threatening as you expected it to be.

“I’m so glad you are here now! There is so much we can do!” the fae snickered, and for the first time, you smiled back at it, getting giddy too. You had expected the end of the world, but really, it was nothing even close. Coming up to you, it seated itself next to you on the trunk, bodies touching - not uncomfortably so. Despite its strange stature compared to yours, its touches were gentle, calming, even as it pulled you towards its lap for you to lay down.

“Rest now, little Traveler, so we can have a lot of fun when you wake up,” it cooed, and you felt the sudden exhaustion of the day finally hitting in. Adrenaline had kept you up till now, but you still had wandered the whole day, and at least your body was at its ends. You didn’t feel worried about falling asleep there, knowing your friends would soon be coming, and until then, you weren’t in a bad place after all. Closing your eyes, you felt a sincere feeling of relief. Relief, this all wasn’t so bad, and it even was quite endurable, you thought.

Yes, nothing was bad, but neither was it real.

You just didn’t see the illusion disappear all around you, the world falling into darkness with only the creature to be a light spot in the dark. Though with the maniacal grin on its face as it watched it’s newest possession sleep peacefully, it seemed even darker than just the absence of light all around your vulnerable body.

#fairy #fairies #fae #yandere fairies #yandere!faries #yandere fae #yandere!fae #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #Yandere TW

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Uh, I read your post about having an 80's au for the foreigen kids. And since I'm a Foreigen kids stan, can you tell me more about it?

HI. ANON? ILY.

They're really just random n messy ideas and i forget how many there are but i'm throwing them all here

so the whole thing takes place in highschool and mainly surrounds the cockswolds cotswolds (mainly mark but rebecca is usually there too)

most of them are seniors, rebecca's a junior

mark is an unpopular nerd, therefore the main character because it's the 80s. so is rebecca but she's not the main character

uhh everyone else is kinda just there

like there are no side characters all the foreign kids are kinda equal focus- wise but the main one is mark i guess

like the leader of their group idk idk

estella is the stereotypical rich popular girl, but she's also a closeted lesbian they're all closeted tbh so she's trying to hide that from her mom. Her mom, instead of being all 'Blah blah blah brrak hearts to fuel my life' or something she's just obsessed with status and how popular Estella is. She's always pleased when Estella has a boyfriend, but it's not often. Basically Estella is more smiley and happy than she usually is, but she's stil usually indifferent. Smiles either when she's genuinely happy or wants something. Most of the time she's deadpan or rolling her eyes

Gaydamien is the rich popular jock, his ego is huge. His dad (since he cant be the son of satan in this one) is the principal of their school. He usually gets what he wants, no matter what. Instead of "You dare [insert something here] to the Prince of Hell????" its that but with "Damien Thorn???" yknow because of his last name. He's been dating Estella to boost his ego, mainly. Doesn't realize he likes guys yet. Estella and Damien hate each other, but everyone believes they're dating because they're too scared to say otherwise. They complain about each other to each other AND to people in private.

Pip is just- he's less of a nerd but more of a kid that's just. There. He isn't nerdy but he definitely isn't popular. At all. He's just a pushover man idk what to tell you. He's usually being bullied. He has a huge crush on Damien, because he got him out of trouble with some other jock like. Once. Always gets giggly around him, it's funny to watch. Also very passive aggressive @ Estella because she's dating him. They have very few classes together, but whenever they do he's always like "hey :) so hows damien" and she responds with "why would i know" and he's like "because??? youre dating him???" and she looks really confused for a second and then is like "OH- Oh yeah okay uh. I don't know. So." and then she starts complaining about him or something and pip is all ":) why not just break up?"

Pip also hates Christophe

Which, speaking of, Christophe is also an annoying egotistical jock who plays football with Damien. Damien and Christophe are best friends. Christophe and Gregory are dating in secret

Gregory is the stereotypical gay kid. No other way to put this. If Ryan Evans from High School Musical had a superiority complex. He's a theatre kid, and takes pride in tha- OH MY GOD. Rachel??? Maybe he's Rachel Berry from Glee??? it would kind of work idk,, ok uh anyway yeah he's always bullied for being openly gay and it sucks but he took defense classes in Yardale (yes he's still a transfer from Yardale, yes he constantly mentions it) so he's able to hold his own. But Christophe usually steps in to get Gregory out of there and tend to his wounds.

Rebeccaaaaaa she's the unpopular girl, just started school and doesnt know shit about it after being homeschooled almost her whole life. Has a little crush on Estella, but Estella "Doesn't" notice her. (Estella just thinks of her as some pretty girl who isnt worth her time) Rebecca usually keeps to herself, is usually gossiped about. Estella never gets involved, but whenever she'd get asked about it, instead of defending Rebecca she just says "I hardly believe any of the rumors. She was homeschooled, not taught in witchcraft or satanisim. Or whatever else everyone's saying. Everyone should really calm themselves, if they were so worried about what people thought of them when Rebecca started going here then they should get that in order first before ruining Rebecca's social life. God. You all have to grow up." So, not necessarily a defense but also not an insult. Rebecca still finds it sweet.

Mark is a neerrrrrrd 80s main character. Minus the popular love interest and yearning 😩 And also if the main character had a god/superiority complex.. he's bullied the most other than Gregory, mostly by Damien n Christophe. Girls don't like him, guys don't like him, he really only had Pip and Rebecca for a while. Pip because he's overly nice to almost everyone and wanted to befriend Mark immediately. Usually during lunch Mark sits with Pip and Rebecca. Mark has to hear about Damien all the time from Pip though, so that's annoying.

Uh I know that Pocket is TECHNICALLY a foreign kid but idk shit about him and dont really think about him but he's Estella's cousin and often hangs out with her since he doesn't really have a friend group. He's also really good friends with Pip. BUT since this is a horror au he dies off early

After theyre all friends some stuff happens yada yada yada Gaymien realizes he's pan and has a crush on Pip, Estella takes Rebecca out for a makeover , Christophe gets severely injured because this is a horror au as well, Damien and Pip make out at some point-

Estella and Rebecca both know that theyre Lesbians but they refuse to admit that they like each other

Kinda thinking of this as if it was stranger things or something so i definitely want there to be like... a series of bad events. everyone thinks everythings cool and fine and whatever and there are moments where our group kinda just get to chill n' be kids. idk i just want there to be a falling out in the group and then they all realize they need each other or something dumb like that

also for some fun chill moments we can have estella and rebecca walking around holding hands and laughing n' stuff bc they love each other idk idk

and after the falling out when they all join together again estella is the first to see some scary stuff but she was also the first to drop everyone except damien and christophe (because of her mother) and so she blames herself and doesnt think she can go to them and just has to deal with it on her own

eventually she tells damien who immediately tells pip who immediately wants to get the group together again

everyone's (the cockswolds) are reluctant to hang out again because of the way they were just forgotten so easily, but they go anyway. because of the horror stuff. they both are pissed at estella though

at some point estella gets badly hurt and rebecca saves her and starts nursing her back to health

estella: why are you... why are you doing this. dont you hate me?

rebecca: i'm doing it because i actually care for you, idiot.

estella: i care for you i just... couldnt...

rebecca: what? spend time with a lowlife like me?

estella: you know thats not what i meant-

they go on like that for a little while longer until they wind up confessing to each other "Because I love you! Is that so fucking hard to believe?!" Would be rebecca's and Estella's would probably be "I don't hate you! You're my favorite person, and I hated having to stop hanging out with you! I love you, okay?!" it would be :) fun

damien and estella come out to each other first. well- damien doesnt really come out he just tells her how confused he is and they hug it out and estella tells him she's a lesbian and they both talk a little while longer and decide that breaking up would be the best idea

thats all i've really figured out for sure,, i have some more ideas but this is. a lot already so. i'm just gonna stop before i write too much 👉👉 anyway, anon ily ty for this. also sidenote: the horror stuff has to do with weird sacrificial cults. i know i have nothing for that and really only talked about how everything starts and drama instead of the interesting stuff but 🥴 i have no defense i just love my kids ok drama is fun

#ANYWAY ANON ILY TY #HEAD FULL #I LOVE THEMMMMMMMMMM #anon sorry this was so confusing #i woke up a little while ago so im too tired to make sense #but i wanted to get this to you as quickly as possible #youre the best #ask

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floatingfish626 · 3 years

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MC Server ಥ_ಥ

Me and a group of friends made our own MC server. Unfortunately, the server was abandoned. Me, being the person I am, still feel the server has potential, so I still play/write lore for it. This may be wayyyy out of the usual for my page but lets be honest, who actively stalks my tumblr page? This is mostly gonna be a place for me to dump the failed server ideas/backstories. So, here goes nothing. If you wanna read them, random stranger, feel free to! I wanted this server to last a while, and we made it almost 2 months with about 12 people in total. So, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,603 (11,679 Characters)

**ALL ORIGINS ARE WRITTEN BY SEPERTE PEOPLE, ALL EDITED BY ME, NONAME**

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Character Origin 1, Seven: Seven was born into a life of poverty, shortly after he was born, he got sold to work as a slave on a sea village, quickly being transferred to a sand village outside of a prison. He did is work as a farmer to a small, yet kind and caring family, who adopted him as their own. His name, Seven, coming from a number tattooed on his neck while in the market. During Seven’s time at this small village, they had a fatal accident, having a berserk enderman ruin the home he had grown custom to. He rebuilt the fallen Village, only to have a Piglin army slaughter whomever remained. Seven only escaped with his life, befriending a Guardian named Marvin, who became his best friend (RIP Marvin, we miss you <3). The Guardian helped Seven grow stronger, and learn to fight. A few years later, he came across two children, Tex and Rox. Seven, taking sympathy for the two, took them as his own. As the revenge grew further from his mind, his children grew older. As they grew, he taught them what he knew about farming and combat. His kids grew older and left him, a crazy old man in a dirt hut with the guardian, forgetting the revenge he wished for many years. On a normal day, Seven had witnessed something unforgivable happen. He had met Oxlo, Void, and Levi. After spending every waking moment together, the three ended up falling for each other, having adopted Levi and marrying the other two, Seven had have a happy life, with his 3 stolen adopted kids and poly relationship. (End Seven.)

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Character Origin 2, Levi: Levi was born into captivity from a hybrid mother. By the time he could walk, he was taken from his mother, and raised like a solider. Levi had large, beautiful wings, that got removed as a child, leaving him scared and unsure of who he was all throughout his ‘childhood.’ Being he was a hybrid being, he was used on for testing, by horrid endermen. Having experiments done constantly, he had mutated a mouth (basically Venom from the movie Venom) that he had grown to hate. As Levi grew older, he became rebellious against the unfair people. He gained many cruel and inhumane (lol) punishments. During one of these ‘rebellious moments,’ he had expected to be caught. instead, he was left alone to do so. He heard a loud crash and began to investigate. He had walked outside to see 2 large entities trying to fight against the endermen, and winning. Levi took this as an opportunity to escape. He left the end before the two closed the portal to the end. He blacked out and woke up to a short, sandy blonde man and 2, really tall men, resembling endermen, staring at him. After many, many years of building trust and learning how to communicate, Levi became one of their family. He Moved out many years later, only to return to his home town to find everything left barren and abandoned. (End Levi.)

Looks: Light blue, messy hair, dark blue eyes, scarf covering his mouth/nose, unhinged and slimy mouth, white and blue tshirt, black jeans (you can tell this one is my, NoName’s, OC cause he is a lot more detailed LMAO)

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Character Origin 3, Tex: Tex is 15-17, a strider hybrid. He comes from a Nether village called Riften, but now resides in Toadstool Field. He works as a dealer and supplier for the Midnight Mafia. He can easily build and mine, and is also good at navigating the Nether and finding gold (piglins wanted gold all the time so he grew accustomed to getting it) he's obsessive and goes into a blind rage near piglins, and gifts objects and builds often. Tex was a runt in his village, so when it was attacked by piglins when he was 6-8 he was left behind for a offering, after years of being with piglins he came to despise them. He escaped around 11-14. (He isn't good with remembering his age) He had multiple siblings, but cannot remember them very well. He assumes they are dead along with the rest of his village and now only is comfortable around Seven, Void and Levi Tex has pointed ears, and scars from water/staying with piglins. He has sharp teeth. He cannot see well, water is hurtful to him and his memory is bad but he can easily swim in lava/fire resistant. He is twitchy and quick, he has curious movements and is very touchy and talks quickly and mumbly. He wears a magenta sweater, black overalls, purple flowers scattered about and no shoes Tex wants to be renewed in his new family's eyes, he wishes not to be known as a runt he thinks everyone sees him lower bc of him being a runt. Tex doesn't understand human feelings/ striders don't have many emotions, his anger was very new to him he is scared of Piglins/hoglins and hates water

Looks: Messy, dark hair, pointed ears, black eyes, fangs, darker, loosing fitting clothes

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Character Origin 4, Amber:

So amber was born in a town called Fransin in the nether and lived there with her single mother, she was bullied a lot as a kid because she didn't have spare money for the nicest clothes or shoes she stayed there until about 15 when her mother had kicked her out because it's the same as her mother did when she was younger, she stumbled upon a portal and went through which lead into dark woods and after wandering around for a bit she came upon Toadstool Fields. She was a bit scared, but after meeting the town's folk she adjusted to the overworld, yes she had a few bumps along the way (especially when her friends suggested they go swimming, as she’s part blaze), but she has grown more and made more friends, plus they even let her build her own home! She has always been grateful because they've always helped her and given her everything she needs, especially since she grew up kinda rough

Looks: Light brown hair, Golden eyes, ash colored freckles, Bee striped shirts

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Character Origin 5, Rox: When Rox was young around 4, she was made as a science experiment, (hence the endwalk state that will eventually happen later) she was later sent out to the street after all of those tests (for over 3 years), that she hated so dearly, After about one week on her own in the world, she was soon adopted by seven. She was taught how to fight and defend herself. As she got older, he became smarter and was filled with anger from the past. (hence chaotic good and neutral evil yknow?) So yes, around 16, she married milly and has been with her for a year now, she is just trying help people with her bakery and fight people if necessary (Since she’s in the mafia clan thingy).

Looks: short, pink hair, glasses, blue eyes, dark clothes

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Character Origin 6, Void: Void was born in the end, to a noble Enderman, though they don't remember that. They don't remember their original name, or their parents, or anything about their life. All they know is that they're not welcome in the End anymore, being ostracized after a series of unfortunate events in the End. Their first interaction with the Overworld wound up in them in a village and slaughtering everyone in it due to someone making eye contact with them, shortly afterwards picking up the masks to avoid eye contact and avoid looking at the scars on their face. They fled the premises with their sister Redacted and hid deep into the woods, starting on making a mansion for themself and their sister, where they would be safe. They want to keep all those dear to them safe, bordering a bit on possessiveness with the protectiveness. They have a lot of secrets, and in general are an unknown entity to those around them. They're extremely morally ambiguous and run a mafia, with their pet as their right hand man.

Extra: -Redacted is not Void's blood sister. -Void has worn their masks for so long they don't know what they look like. -Void only takes their mask off to threaten people. -They have such a love of birds because the first mob that didn't run away from them was a parrot. -They hate government because one tried to kidnap them once and study them as an Enderman, using water torture against them. Void escaped and killed a few people, grabbing two masks off the wall as they went to hide their identity. -Void's eyes are different from fellow Enderman, and if you look into them it's an unpleasant experience for you both. -Void is a peaceful entity until provoked, just like Enderman. -Void has an immense hatred for sand. -Void likes gazing at the stars because it reminds them of gazing into the void in the End, which is where they got their name from. -Void has a dog named Spark because shortly after they found him they were struck by lightning, which they found hilarious.

Looks: Tall (height unspecified), Dark, fancy clothing, Mask (smile, no he isn’t dream), dark, messy hair)

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Character Origin 7, Milly: Milly is a neko hybrid, she's part feline, part human. Her existence came to be when her mother, a neko, and her father, a human, fell in love. She grew up in a small town which wasn't very popular, she wasn't picked on but she did get pushed around by some people growing up. Despite bullies, she had a normal upbringing; her parents were nice and supportive, teaching her everything they could. Her mother often told her how horrible the world can be, teaching her how kindness is a must and how no matter what, she should always help people in need and keep up a smile if she could. Milly followed this advice the best she could. While her mother taught her things through talks, her father tried to teach her things physically: he told her how he agreed, how the world was horrible, so he taught her to fight- to defend herself and protect others with her fighting skills and feline abilities. Although Milly loved her parents and the friends she had, she grew adventurous when she turned the age of 15- she wanted to explore, to see and meet more than she has. Her parents respected her wishes since they loved her dearly, they gave her all the supplies and advice they could before they hugged her goodbye. It wasn't long after that she met Rox, an enderman hybrid who she grew to cherish being around. So, her and Rox got married at 16 and She moved in with Rox, in the smp she loved living in for all her days. Hence where the story starts.

Headcanons: -Milly has about five cats she keeps, she loves cats. -She likes to draw, collect flowers, bake sweets, and help out people. -She's a lawful good person and pacifist -She likes dogs but they don't like her :( -She has special feline characteristics: she can jump two blocks higher than a normal person, she can purr, she will take random naps sometimes during the day, she has fangs, and she gets distracted by cat toys sometimes

Looks: Long pink hair, light pink eyes, collar (it has a bell), white shirt and a pink skirt

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Unmentioned Characters (ones without backstories): Sammy, Oxlo, Will

this took me an hour. JUST EDITING- (ó﹏ò｡)

#smp #mc #minecraft #we spent so long and for nothing-#ocs #oc #Toadstool Field SMP #TFSMP #this is going to take over my page istg

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charlatron · 4 years

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Cullen x Trevelyan

PTSD Warning

I was inspired by @jellysharkbat 's recent ask, answered [here], to write a little drabble about the first time Olivia faced Cullen's PTSD head on (cause I really didn't cover this enough in Helter Skelter).

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“What the fuck was all that about?” Olivia managed to slip into his office before he slammed the door shut, having literally chased him all the way from the training grounds after he’d snapped at and scared the shit out of some new recruits.

Cullen kept his back to her, the knuckles of one clenched fist resting on the cluttered surface of his desk. “You were right,” his voice sounded parched as though he hadn’t had a drink in days, “us being together is a bad idea and I shouldn’t have pushed for it.”

That didn’t sound like Cullen at all.

She stared at his back, one hand resting on her cocked hip. “You mean to tell me that after spending the last few months persistently trying to engage me in a relationship, you’ve now decided - quite literally days after I agreed - that you’re no longer interested?”

“It’s for the best.” Cullen groaned as he took a shaky step towards his window. “You deserve better - the things I’ve done...”

Typically she’d excuse herself whenever he was triggering like this, convincing herself it was necessary to give him space... but she knew that was a lie. She just didn’t feel qualified to deal with such a significant personal issue, nor did she want to admit she cared enough to be concerned about him in the first place - unfeeling, self-centred whore that she was.

Not any more she decided, closing the distance between them and touching a tender hand to his shoulder. “Cullen, we’ve already talked about -”

“Don’t touch me!” He snarled, recoiling angrily from the contact. “You didn’t see the consequences of my decisions - the horrors that came to pass because of my inaction!”

“Nor do I need to.” She firmly declared. “We have all done things we regret - mistakes we wish we could change - but obsessing over such thoughts helps literally no one. I’m not saying you need to forgive yourself, but perhaps instead of uselessly wishing you’d have done things differently, you could actually acknowledge how far you’ve come.”

Olivia took a few calming breaths, afraid she was beginning to sound like a clucking mother hen; though the helpless look of woe on his face suggested her words were falling on deaf ears. “Look at what this is doing to you; how heavily your regrets weigh on your conscience. You are no longer that frightened, misguided templar.”

She’d heard the rumours of his past long before he’d corroborated them himself - through snippets of pillow talk, mostly. He never downplayed any of it, taking full responsibility - too much, perhaps - for his actions and lack thereof. She continued to hold her tongue, watching him intently until the deep crease in his brow began to soften.

“I know you, Cullen,” she spoke softly, taking a tentative step closer, “I know that you are a good man with a kind heart. And I know that it’s easier said than done but please, promise me you won’t give up on yourself. Thedas needs you, the Inquisition needs you… I need you.”

She cautiously reached out to him, touching just the back of his knuckle with the pad of her thumb. When he didn’t flinch or pull away, she slowly laced their fingers together and brought the back of his hand to her lips. “I believe in you, as does everyone else under your command.”

Cullen took a deep breath, the closeness of his slow exhale making her hair flutter. “You understand this will always be a part of who I am, and that I won’t always be so amenable to reason - not even from you?”

“I’m aware.” She smiled sadly, unlacing their fingers to press his palm to her chest; hoping the steady beat of her heart would add sincerity to her words. “It changes nothing.”

He pulled her closer with a hand on the nape of her neck, touching his forehead to hers. “I do not deserve you.”

“No, you don’t,” she readily agreed, “you deserve someone far less complicated with a much warmer heart.”

Cullen huffed. “Your heart is far warmer than you would have people believe.”

“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you.” She wound her arms around his neck, tilting her head to scrutinize the look of smug certainty on his face.

“I know you, Trevelyan,” he confidently proclaimed, parroting back her earlier words.

Cullen’s arms enveloped her as she pressed her cheek to his chest, both of them taking a long moment to bask in the others comforting presence.

“I should get back to work,” he eventually spoke, pressing an affectionate kiss to the top of her head.

“Okay,” she reluctantly agreed, “fuck you later - pardon me!” she dramatically gasped, pressing a theatrical hand to her chest, “obviously I meant see you later.”

“Oh, obviously,” Cullen sarcastically agreed, rewarding her with a rather dreamy asymmetrical smirk.

She lifted herself on to her tiptoes, swaying clumsily as she engaged him in a slow indulgent kiss. But she knew he’d never let her fall, and she unexpectedly found herself hoping he thought the same of her.

#cullen rutherford ptsd #cullen rutherford #olivia trevelyan #commander cullen #inquisitor trevelyan #I wish i'd have put this in the main story #poor cullen #i am aware that comfort and affection are no cure for ptsd #but this was a one off #please refrain from responding with cullen critical comments #i have no desire to see that on my dash #just let me love my faves okay #again i am no expert on ptsd #do not take anything you read here as advice on how to help someone who might be triggering #please consult a qualified mental health professional #take care of yourselves

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amazingorangedangantrash · 4 years

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The only ending everyone seems to ignore is v3 because it’s just... it’s just a mess.

How do feel about this game survivors? And do you think that everyone woke up from the simulator or tv show like sdr2 or only the survivors?

Hoo boy...

Honestly nonny, having only finished the dang thing yesterday I... don't know.

(I kinda went off into a spiel, so feel free to skip to the part where I talk about survivors and what I think happens next)

I understand the mixed response a LOT. I mean- I see what they were going for. The 4th wall break was cool, and the (sorta?) reappearance of past characters was pretty damn awesome. I like that the creators are definitely self aware- and there's a kind of 'learn to laugh at yourself' sort of thing.

On the other hand it can almost seem a little too mocking?

I get the whole yaknow. 'Fictional characters are aware they're fictional and rebel against their creators' thing but- like-?

As I mentioned before, thing is, Tsumugi is not us? We aren't exactly intentionally cruel? There's a BIG difference between the kind of fiction in our world and in their world.

What does Tsumugi call it? "Real fiction"?. Yeah- thing is- we don't have that. We don't have the technology for it, and I certainly hope we wouldn't abandon ethics for it either!!! We can't have 'real' fiction, because in our world, all fiction is fake! The closest you have is fiction about real people, perhaps, but- that's not even remotely the same thing?

So it does come across as a little... um- preachy.

We're supposed to represent the audience but... like- the audience fucking suck! What was that they said during the argument armament? "This guy should have died instead of Kaede!" Like- fucking hell. Imagine saying that to someone, who can HEAR you say it, and who's MURDER you could potentially watch unfold before your very eyes as a result of YOUR actions. I mean- look how empathetic some of us are to ACTUAL fictional characters. Could you imagine if we were in a similar situation to the outside world in V3???

Maybe it's because I keep imagining the v3 cast as like- sentient AI, instead of "just fiction". Because I can't imagine anyone being so sadistic or apathetic otherwise.

So uh- yeah. I don't... know how I feel about that. It's not- very satisfying?

With sdr2, the whole "none of this is real, the killing game is all a lie, you're in a fake world!" felt like a relief ! Whereas here it's more like- "what?? It's all fake? What the hell was the point then?!"

"Nothing matters!" vs "nothing matters..."

The whole HOPE VS DESPAIR, FUTURE VS PAST thing worked, because, well, it's something we can all understand. We have all felt hope and we have all felt despair. We've all, at some point in our lives, felt stuck in the past, unable to or scared to move on.

(Hey- some of us still feel like that now, even).

The first game was very simple- hope and despair. Still relatable, but fairly basic- effective to set up the foundation for the follow up.

The second game made things a little more complicated. Sometimes it's more complicated then just- choosing between Hope and Despair. We refuse to fall into Despair, but we can't just blindly have Hope.

So we choose the Future. We can't promise it'll be a good one OR a bad one. But whatever happens- we need to move on. The only way we can make things change is by making that choice, to create our OWN future.

V3 felt very... complex. It started to get kind of... uh... philosophical? And- don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with that. It just... it kind of shifted from TRUTH VS LIE to FICTION VS REALITY. And whilst the latter definitely sounds interesting- I don't really know if I liked the direction they took with it-? I wish they'd kept the focus on TRUTH VS LIE a lot more.

(Fiction and Reality are like extensions of Lie and Truth but- only to a certain extent? Really?)

It's kind of harder to get into the final fight in V3 because... what are you fighting? The outside world? I mean- I can't speak for the rest of you, but as far as I'm aware I'm not a fictional character.

(If I am- then wow someone's a reallly bad writer huh?)

I can relate to Hope. I can relate to Future.

I can't relate to Fiction.

I THOUGHT maybe the message was a warning of the dangers of escapism ('please dont go as far as to erase your own personality just to be a part of a type of fiction you like' definitely seems fitting for this fandom)- but the message "fiction has the power to change the world!" kinda contradicts that. I mean- I do like that message, but- I don't like the idea of a series about killing games being heavily influential-!

The whole problem was that people grew so obsessed with the series that they threw away their lives! Is that not the point you should be focusing on-!!!!

The outside world in this universe fucking sucks. So they changed their mind, big DEAL! that's not comforting knowing they let this shit continue for 53 seasons-! I mean, maybe Makoto and Hajime were all 100% fictional, but at some point they started putting real people into these games, and everyone was ok with that!

I just-

I'm glad Shuichi got through to them at last but...

Someone said something which resonated with me- "in a vacuum, this is good". Like... on it's own, I thought the ending was great! It was entertaining, for sure. And the whole concept and stuff was unexpected and interesting. You gotta give em points for originality.

The problem comes with it being the 3rd game in a series. (Ignoring UDG I mean-). When a series becomes a Trilogy, you gotta make it good. This is presumably the last game in the (main) series too. And- after the UTTER NARRATIVE DISAPPOINTMENT of dr3- can you blame people for wanting more? People fell in love for THH and SDR2 (and UDG even if its not part of the main series) for a reason- and, for me at least, a biiiig part of that reason was the continued storyline. The last chapter of sdr2 was the hypest shit EVER. when you see glimpses of the previous game bleed into this one, only for it to turn into what's like- a full crossover???? The previous game isn't just mentioned, it's a straight up sequel!!!! I had absolutely no idea Makoto and co would return (i thought the games were separate) so when i saw that they'd be interacting with the new cast- yoooooooooooooooo-!

Hell, even seeing alter ego again made me go WILD.

V3 plays upon these expectations, and subverts them, but... not necessarily in a good way? You- kind of feel cheated? (Idk if you're an avengers fan, but- it's like expecting *Endgame* and instead getting...

Well- Endgame).

The ending isn't bad persay it's just- not quite what one would expect? I can definitely understand why people are disappointed. The problem is, instead of standing alone, you can't help but consider it as part of the series. Individually, I don't think the ending was that weak or bad, but in comparison to the series as a whole?

Meh.

SURVIVORS

(Oh my- I really got off track, oh dear. I'll- get back to what you asked now.)

KEEBO

W H Y

They rllly gonna rub salt in the wound huh?

(Whilst i dont dislike the other survivors, there are a LOT of people i really really wanted to see make it to the end, and it's just the final god damn nail in the coffin to kill off the last of the few characters I came even close to liking the most-)

Killing keebo was dumb

Maki- I liked Maki quite a bit! She's a bit cold, yeah, but I warmed up to her after hearing her backstory.

I found it annoying (if understandable) that no one trusted her at first. I thought it was sweet that her, Kaito and Shuichi had this friendship trio. They really trusted each other- it was very refreshing. I also love me a strong girl. Her romance thing with Kaito was a little... forced. I'd have found it more meaningful if they kept it more subtle/ambiguous (though i suppose they needed smth to use against her in the final trial sooo-).

Himiko-

I-

*sigh*

Ok I'm going to say this once, and once only.

Someoneonthedrteamhasabigthingforlolis

OK! I SAID IT- AND IM NEVER SAYING IT AGAIN

No judgement here of course. Just. Uh. Y-yeah-

(I'm mainly kidding of course, idek if Himiko counts as a loli but-)

I mean... I'm not... the fondest of very small, childish girl characters (Saionji intensifies). I like a bit of childishness in a character but- i mean- it depends.

(I'll never recover from the "seductive whisper" thing from the love suite event

Never.

Never ever.)

Himiko comes across as like An Actual Child at times and at the start it was VERY annoying. Surprisingly, I warmed up to her eventually. I knew in advance she'd be a survivor so i kinda thought "well she's gonna stick around so might as well try to like her". I do appreciate that she underwent a character arc too, and it was sweet to see how she became a more active, determined person. I wish it hadn't taken Tenko's death for her to finally start changing but whatever. She is quite a cute character and after a while became more endearing then annoying.... (for the most part).

Was she in my top 3 picks for a survivor? No.

The top 10 even?

N-no-

I'm glad she's still alive though. SOMEONE damn well needs to be.

Tsumugi- ah. She's not a survivor, is she? I knew well in advance she was the mastermind so I didn't really warm up to her all that much during the final chapters, for obvious reasons.

Shuichi- if shuichi hadn't survived I think that would have been the breaking point for me, honestly.

Overall- uh... they aren't... the ideal picks. Shuichi is the only one I really wanted to see survive, I was neutral towards the others. Tbh I was just happy anyone was alive by the end of that.

Waking up- for the sake of my sanity, I like to think that after the survivors wake up, they threaten to sue and/or maim the shit out of the dr team if they don't start on reanimating their 'dead' friends right fucking now. Surely they gotta keep their consciousness' somewhere in those memories banks right? I mean- what if they ever wanted a "surprise return from the dead" plotline? Surely they gotta keep em somewhere? Right?

Whether or not they reawaken as their in-game or pre-game selves, who knows. Whichever you prefer, I guess. Maybe a mixture of both.

#ahdhsjsjsj #i am Tired ^tm #this makes me sound more disappointed with the ending than i am djskshsjs #im not actually as salty as i sound ok i promise-#im just naturally pessimistic #ironic coming from a makoto stan but wygd #v3 #rambling #thoughts #my post #anon #long #jajakdjsjs i went overboard again oops

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kazbrkker · 4 years

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Chapter 6: Distant Reminders

Chapter summary: Finally a glimpse of the day Farah, Hadir and Alexis met, told from both perspectives. Some fluff between Alexis and Alex. Slight confession (blink and you miss it.) [3870 words]

Warnings: pretty dark chapter – please be careful. Mentions of wounds, burns and blood. Implied mentions of sexual assault.

27 October 2019, 0600 "Alexis" & "Alex" | Codename Aces CIA agents with Urzik militia Liberation Force Base, Urzikstan.

Truth be told, Urzikstan was starting to grow on the CIA agent. Used to working in much less hostile environments than this, Alexis figured it would take time before she could adapt. But between the constantly rowdy, yet lively compound and the unpolluted Urzikstan night sky that smiled down at her—it wasn't difficult for Urzikstan to imprint on her.

It was 6 on the clock when she awoke, a wired response. Judging from the unslept sleeping bag, Alex was still on lookout duty. Five minutes later, he entered the room.

"Wow, cute bed hair."

"Morning to you too." Alexis ignored his sarcasm, starting to roll her sleeping bag but halted at Alex's request—questionably saying hers was more comfortable. "They're the exact same," She deadpanned.

"Fine, I like your smell. Consider me obsessed." Alex lazily pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his towel. Her laughter was airy among the morning stillness.

"Dial the creepiness to a min, 'kay?"

They walked to the makeshift showers that Farah had shown them—grimy and borderline filthy but they couldn't be bothered, instead, grateful that showers were even a possibility. Alex stepped one foot in when Alexis opened her bathroom door, "Quick proposition, wanna save some water?"

Alex dramatically clasped a hand on his chest at her vexed jab.

"What? It's our part to save the Earth, isn't it?" His voice lowered to a whisper, as if he was sharing the best-kept secret. Their foreheads were practically touching, his breath fanning on her cheeks. Their height difference made Alex peer down at her, thumb boldly rubbing across her cheekbones. "I'm just offering, I take my responsibility very seriously."

"Mm. I bet. Just get your ass in the shower." Back against the bathroom door, Alexis chuckled at how ridiculous he was, but it was a normalcy she got used to. Even at 6 in the dead morning, there was already an irrepressible smirk on display. The warmth that radiated off his bare torso did nothing but intensified her need for a freezing shower. He didn't even budge under her shove.

"Ooh. Grumpypants."

Rolling her eyes, she briefly glanced at the muscular arms that encaged her, silently tracing the intricacy of his tattoo sleeves, "Can I leave now?"

"Sure, excuse me then." He gripped onto her hips as though squeezing through a narrowed pathway—except it wasn't, there was plenty of room. All he had to do was release her.

It was pointless to try and ignore the heat of his touch, her thin cotton t-shirt could only do so much.

Alex stepped away, chuckling knowingly. She almost felt cold. A flustered Alexis stood rooted for a few seconds before rapidly blinking, breaking the... whatever this was. "I hope the water doesn't run out when you have shampoo in your eyes!" She shook the feeling out of her system, harshly biting her lip to reprimand herself.

'Jesus. Drag your mind out of the gutter, will you?' Although the devil on her shoulder tempted her with an exhilarating idea. Alexis swung the door shut with a bang, hopefully, loud enough to scare those thoughts away.

She heard his muffled yells from outside. "Point taken, you're a devious thing, aren't you!"

After a much needed shower, she found her partner back in their room. His hands tucked behind his head, droopy eyelids signified his sleepiness but held open with resistance. She entertained his cheeky statements while drying her hair.

"You look great."

"Tuck me in?" His persistence eventually honeyed her. This half-asleep state was endearing, albeit laughable and unbelievable to anybody else.

"Night." She squatted down to face the now tucked-in Alex. He answered back, words blurred from exhaustion, clearly delirious since he audaciously asked for a goodnight kiss, but was met a splash of cold water. "Well, it's officially morning, but... semantics. Answer is no." Refusing to witness her smug face, within two minutes, the said man passed out.

An amused curve played on her lips, observing her friend. Once he was truly asleep, judging from his unfurrowed eyebrows and slightly parted lips, she kneeled to land a soft kiss on the crown of his head. Her movements trembled ever so slightly as her lips brushed against his forehead, diligent to not rouse the light-sleeper.

Otherwise, she'd never hear the end of it.

Alex had slipped into unconscious blissfulness by now, leaving her alone with her raging thoughts. Looking at him, she thought of a few words that she would never utter out loud, even if her life had been beaten to shy of an inch. She was no idiot, nor a teenage girl struggling to analyse her feelings.

Alexis had feelings for Alex, she resigned to it ever since her return from St. Petersburg. Staring death in the face can do that to somebody.

It was a fool's errand to think it would ever work out. A bigger mistake if she destroyed the most important person in her universe. It didn't help that they were in the middle of a war, and they always were.

Besides, love was overrated. But try telling that to her defying heart for not letting it go even after five unreciprocated years. Alexis quietly untied the curtains covering their partition of the compound, leaving more than one thing to rest.

It was a nightmare to work out in jeans, but to respect their culture, she obviously had no complaints. Alexis convened with Farah, Hadir and another group of militia fighters for their first training today. Today's lesson resolved around stealth—her speciality. She taught them everything to know about sneak attacks, efficient knifing and using unconventional weapons like a belt or a pen.

They were an easy bunch to teach, like a sponge readily soaking up whatever she had to give. Somehow standing here reminded her when she was an insignificant recruit back in Fort Benning, how time flew. "Being stealthy is more than sneaking around and keeping quiet. It conserves ammo and your energy. Tradecraft 101: if you can't identify the target, you are the target."

They wrapped around 9.15am, concluding the lesson by teaching them her neat trick, emptying her shoes to reveal razors pasted against her ankle. "Hide these in your socks. It will get you out, trust me." She drawled out the last part, unintentionally grinning at a funny memory.

Farah smiled, asking her fighters to head to breakfast. Hadir, with his stomach growling embarrassingly loud throughout the training, eagerly led the beeline to the kitchen. The commander spoke gratitude to her informative lesson again, before a small tap on Alexis' shoulders pulled her attention away. It belonged to a young woman, not older than 15, she guessed.

"I... want to learn more... Can you teach me?"

"Your English is flawless..." Alexis waited for her name, the young woman was fidgety, only met her gaze meekly upon asking.

"Alia."

"Beautiful name." A smile fell on both the commander and the agent's lips. "Well, nice to meet you, Alia. Maybe we can meet back here after breakfast?"

The young woman nodded eagerly, shoulders now loosened. There was a slight skip in her steps when she walked in the kitchen's direction, joining the rest.

The corpse of the young child she witnessed the yesterday unwillingly flashed before her eyes. If she shut her eyes, she'd bet she could still smell the unholy putrid decay of human flesh.

"Alen– Alexis?" The sound of her name dragged her out of her thoughts, the excitable yells and rowdy chatter from the kitchen now of tangible existence. Farah waited for her expectingly, "Lost you for a minute."

They walked away to the rooftops. "Oh. Sorry, just... I didn't see her when I was here the last time... She's so young."

"War waits for no one," Farah replied truthfully. "We found Alia in a sewage tunnel three years ago, she was the only one left in her family. We found her before the soldiers did..."

She didn't explain further; for they both knew the tragic outcome of a young girl living alone in this occupation. Farah continued on a solemn note, "Barkov does not inflict pain only from his bombs and massacre. He tears families apart, ruin our children's innocence. Barkov and his army do... unspeakable things..."

Farah didn't explicitly state it, but there was a shared understanding. It was terrifying to be a woman in Urzikstan. Or really, be a woman anywhere near this life...

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you the last time."

Fazed by the unexpected mention of old events, Farah replied a few seconds later. "It's okay. You came back."

"Still, five years is a long time when freedom is on the line."

"Alexis," Their gaze connected meaningfully, "I have waited all my life. Five years is nothing. Plus. you came with backup. You brought me victory."

The agent's nose scrunched in grimace, "Don't jinx it." The commander looked perplexed at her words, "It's bad luck to say you've already won before you actually did."

"You believe in luck?"

"I didn't, but after you saved me... Let's just say I'm a believer." Although there was nothing cheery in her tone. "Luck can go a long way, I'm living proof." The distant look in her eyes and made Farah caution around her next words.

Farah remembered the day she stumbled upon Alexis. Stumbled would be the right word, seeing she literally walked in a chamber with Alexis in it.

Same shit, different day. Only today Farah and her fighters received intel of a new mob that moved operations just outside the borders of Urzikstan. As if Barkov wasn't enough, they were terrorising and robbing farmers of their already piss-poor life.

They utilised the element of surprise, showing up in the dead middle of the night. Also dousing the enemy's compound in petrol was an easy and foolproof way to get the job done.

"Sister!" When Hadir yelled for her, she was terrified something had happened to her brother—who was still inside, drenching the house with more petrol. "There is a woman... Prisoner! She doesn't look like she's with them!"

"Bring her out!"

Hadir balanced a bloodied woman on his back, carrying her all the way back to their waiting trucks in the woods. Farah immediately demanded her male fighters to look away, covering the skimpily dressed woman with a canvas mat. Not that it mattered, really—the unknown woman's face was unrecognisable, bruises and blood littered all over her body, her natural skin colour a mystery to them.

"She's alive! Barely breathing, but still here." One of her fighters announced. At that, they floored back to their compound. Farah was the one to clean her up, horrified by the state she was in. The commander had seen her fair share of gore, but even she didn't want to imagine what the mob did to the woman. Under the cuts, wounds and burns Farah could see a peek of the woman's skin colour. After dabbing some water on her face, her American features came into view.

There was no patch on her, no dog tags to identify her. Soldier? No, spy, she concluded. The woman looked far too beautiful for a wise commander to send into an active, hostile battlefield like Urzikstan.

Farah shook her head dismissively. "You give me too much credit, Alexis. You were the one strong enough to live through all that."

"If it weren't for you, the mob would have killed me. Hopefully." The agent swung her legs freely over the rooftop's edge. Her solemness didn't bypass the commander. "I'm serious, Farah. If I wasn't so lucky to meet you, even though it was in a burning fire, I wouldn't be here..." Their sight fell upon a faintly wrinkled patch of skin that covered a part of Alexis' left shin. "You saved my life, Farah. Thank you."

Through blurry vision, it was hard to make the commander's face, but she roughly pictured the curve on her lips. She made no efforts to hide her tears, knowing Farah had seen her worse. Recalling St. Petersburg drained every ounce of life in her, a dark stain of her past that no matter what, she couldn't scrub away.

And believe her, she had scrubbed her skin raw trying to erase it. But it still lived, crawled under her skin.

After the annoying tear dropped, her vision cleared. Now facing Farah, who seemingly had the same sentimental expression on her face, the two women engulfed in a tight embrace. There was a kind of serenity residing in the knowledge that Farah still smelled the way Alexis remembered.

When Alexis, then Alena first woke, she was quick to hold a scalpel against the first person she saw. It didn't help that it was a man.

Digging relentlessly into the guy's neck, she ignored the electrifying pain all over her body yelling at her to stop.

"Stop! Stop!" A young female dashed into the room, frantic arms flailing about. Alexis recognised the authority that radiated off this woman, so she jerked her head at the exit.

"I cannot let you leave. Look at you, you need to recover."

Displeased, the scalpel pierced through the man's skin. Eyes averting in a frenzy, she tried to work the best escape plan in her jumbled mind. "I'll recover somewhere fucking else. Let me go."

"We are not the enemy here–"

"'Cause the bad guys are so honest?" Alexis spat, using the guy as her human shield to inch towards the entrance. Her antics were gaining a ton of spectators, lining alongside the exit with firearms. "Tell your men to back off. Now! Or I fucking shoot my way through."

Alexis dropped unconscious after that statement, apparently, someone had hit her with a dose of anaesthetic. She half-imagined she would be restrained, but surprisingly, not only was she not, but the same woman slept beside her bed defenceless too.

Maybe it was pure stupidity, or kindness.

"Hate to interrupt, but Laswell's calling." Alex's voice boomed from the rooftop's entrance, making her jump. Back-facing him, she hastily wiped her tears and at a confirming nod from Farah, she turned around—all traces of tears disappeared from her face.

Farah watched the brunette agent retreat, a sad yet proud smile resting on her face when she thought about how far they both had come.

"Everything okay?" Alex inquired warily, shutting the door behind him for complete privacy.

"Yeah, perfect. Why?"

"Nothing. Just looked intense, that's all. And you're usually not big on hugs."

An uncharming snort escaped from her. Leaning against a table, she said, "Maybe that's just when it comes to you. Enough, where's Laswell?"

Alex was about to probe further but an unceremonious ring of the satellite phone stopped him. He huffed, having half a feeling that Laswell was a genie or something borderline supernatural, summoned at the mere mention of her name.

"You got Saint and Echo 3-1 on the line."

"Sorry for the early call, but I got good news. The attic of the Al-Qatala townhouse was a gold mine. It looks like we found the Wolf."

"Good news indeed," Alex commented.

"Communications from the laptop were tracked to Ramaza Hospital in Urzikstan, where the Al-Qatala leader is believed to be holed-up. Farah's forces will track terror activity at the hospital while a Marine ground force will advance on the complex."

At that, they arched a questioning brow, "Why the extra heat? We already have Farah's forces."

"Not my call, Saint. Colonel Norris suggested it and the General agrees. We only have one shot at this, the plan needs to be flawless." She almost scoffed at the same old excuse, but couldn't really blame Laswell. "You two will link up with Sergeant Griggs, the main priority is to capture the Wolf. Saint, you will lead interrogation about the stolen gas. I want him alive, can I trust you?"

Alexis shrugged casually. "Of course, death would be too easy for the bastard... Excuse my language, Watcher."

"Agreed. But, I still want him to look presentable, got it?"

"Are we talking face? Or waist down?"

"Saint..."

The female agent received a defeated laughter from her partner, mouthing at her to stop it. Suddenly the minuscule guilt in him for executing Alexis' punishment for "insolence" disappeared. She had a true gift for pushing the limit, and then some. Consider it her cheap thrill—testing how far she could resist the CIA's chain of command. Alex sometimes wondered if Alexis was actively trying to court her death.

It was humorous watching her try though, knowing she was too precious of an asset to the CIA and JSOC to really punish. She'd only get a light slap on the wrist for trying—only irritating her further.

"Just kidding, Watcher. You can count on me."

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28 October 2019, 0530 Rammazan, Urzikstan.

Soldiers or agents, everyone had their pre-mission rituals. The familiarity of routines helped to comfort soldiers who fear they might not return from their voyages.

Every day might be their last.

For Task Force Black, it was a last-minute poker game until somebody won three streaks in a row—freeing themselves from carrying claymores for that mission. Usually, Commander Maddox would win, but observing their games for a prolonged period of time, something told Alexis her commander was playing cheat.

Their games, albeit entertaining, was not her thing. She liked her silence, enjoy the isolation before entering another war—she'd never know how long a mission was. Days, weeks, months.

Her incident changed her, after that, she could never really be alone anymore—feeling the urge to always be surrounded by people. So there she was, sitting on yet another rooftop that oversaw the hospital the Wolf was in, even though it wasn't her shift.

A waft of smoke filled her nostrils unpleasantly, immediately catching her attention. "I can feel you looking," Farah said from her right.

Busted.

"6 minutes." The agent subconsciously mumbled, earning a confused look from the commander.

"She means you're killing 6 minutes off your life." Alex continued after Farah's narrowed eyes, "She used to annoy me with this every time I pick up a stick. Mildly efficient. If you have iron willpower like me...Alexis can be very persuasive." He winced at the reminder of her 'detox' sessions, truly terrifying.

Alexis rolled her eyes.

Their conversation ceased when Farah's walkie-talkie announced Al-Qatala was firing in the hospital. "My soldiers confirm that the hospital is under siege. Al-Qatala is taking civilians as human shields. They're protecting someone."

"Or something."

Farah shrugged, "The more we find out... Hadir is my best sniper. You can rely on him and all my fighters."

"Well... This one is my best sniper. You can rely on her as long as she's well-fed— Ow! See my point?"

"Keep talking... I'll leave you to die."

Taking the opportunity when Hadir and Alexis engaged in small talk, seemingly part of their ruse, Farah successfully sneaked Alex her cigarette. He managed to pass it back before his partner swivelled back.

"Marines want their pound of flesh. They're leading the charge on this."

"I told you we would help you."

"And you're keeping your word."

"I don't do this to keep my word." Farah hesitated, "The invaders of my country have no regard for human life. The gas kills all things. Even food in our gardens. If you use these tactics, you are my enemy."

"No exceptions?"

"None. Al-Qatala has given my people a bad name, and we have paid dearly for their crimes. I want to see the Wolf punished."

The two CIA agents nodded coherently, "We'll make sure you're at the embassy for the handoff to Price."

"And you? Where will you two go when this is over?"

"Wherever they send me," Alex stared into the distance, casually nudging Alexis, "Hopefully this time to somewhere with a view."

Alexis chuckled, rolling up the hems of her jeans, "Urzikstan isn't so bad... you know. After we kill Barkov."

At their sighs, the commander finally understood. "You don't choose?"

"Ha. Not exactly." There was a price to pay to be the best out of the best, spoiler alert, it sucked.

They spilt, each taking different corners to defend until sunrise. Knowing his best friend couldn't be alone, Alex's fingers thoughtlessly slipped between hers and pulled her along.

Hadir called for the female agent, "Want to spot for me?"

Alex's grip tightened significantly. Her blood spiked from being put on the spot. "Um. I don't know... Hadir said he kept my fried rice—" Alex grumbled an insincere apology on her behalf before dragging her away. He hoped she couldn't hear the way his teeth grounded in irritation.

They settled on an isolated corner, away from eager ears. "Okay, I really wanted to eat that–"

"I'm a better eating partner. A better partner, overall, not that I'm trying to compete." He boasted with a wink, "But if I have to, I'll definitely win."

"Ah, the lovely smell of testosterone. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're tiptoeing on jealousy," Alexis mumbled sardonically, the scope on her sniper rifle clicking rhythmically.

"I'm not jealous."

At the realisation, a wry smile appeared on her lips, taking a break to harshly shove Alex's left shoulder. "My goodness, you are jealous! Don't worry, Hadir won't sweep me off my feet, pretty sure he has bigger things to worry about..." Alexis cleared her throat sarcastically, "Like a war?"

"You know me, I hate sharing. Especially my best friend." He shrugged dismissively after flicking her nose, only to be met with a pair of mocking eyes. "Can't you pretend to love me, just once? Come on, Lexi, say it. I'll cover your eyes." He whispered, the best friend part doused her with a bucket of cold water. Undeniably her heart lurched, though it was a simple joke, her stubborn heart had a mind of its own.

The rifle laid in her hands, forgotten. Under the rising sun, her voice was reduced to a whisper. Alexis swallowed a thick gulp, deciding to wave the white flag so she could calm her fiercely pounding heart.

"I don't have to pretend, Alex. You are my best friend. There's nobody else I can physically stand being in a room longer for five minutes."

For a cynical person like Alexis, this was basically a confession.

Alex arched a brow, still waiting.

"Fine. Love you."

Just as the Urzikstan sun finally pierced through the clouds, shining streaks of blood orange on their faces, it charmed a spell in Alex. The man couldn't help but be enamoured at this gorgeous sight.

"Yeah." He replied mindlessly, chewing down his lips while watching Alexis close an eye in concentration through her scope.

"Love you too."

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a/n: i gotta admit, i was so sleepy writing the first half i typed "fuck me in?" instead of "tuck" i mean... if u insist 😳

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Hi. I'm the anon who asked about au's. I'm just shy, so don't take offense my apology! You're great and friendly! I'd like a scenario request though! I've been into vampires since the Halloween season, and wanted to request one. A little late, but I guess any time is a good time, haha. I'd like it to be with Tsukishima being vampire and spending the night at his crushes house, and he ends up feeding on her in her sleep? You can do what you like with this idea! I'm very interested to see it!

A/N: omfggg i went so so overboard with this,, im just so damn weak for vampire!tsukishima. TW: blood obviously. Also, keep in mind that this request involves a character coming into the reader’s bedroom to p much prey on her while she’s asleep. There’s nothing sexual involved, but if you suspect that that type of scene may trigger you, then I suggest you either don’t read this or read at your own discretion. Ok?? ok,..,, you’ve been warned and you’re on your own now. Word count: 1,870 (lmao my bad)

UNDER THE CUT.

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His fingers were akin to glass; their delicacy threatened with a shatter as they brushed against the daisies. Traces of pollen were dusted along his palms, petals of ivory stroking the length of his legs. Sparse grass had buried itself into the folds that rested within his clothes, lightly pricking his skin.

Discarding the vivid memory, Tsukishima recalled that he hadn’t seen the cottage by the meadow in over a century.

To Tsukishima, those memories resembled scratched segments of dusty videocassettes. He remembered that he had a brother named Akiteru, a seamstress for a mother and a labourer for a father. Their faces, however, were permanently forgotten. It didn’t bother Tsukishima, though - he preferred it over death. If it weren’t for Yamaguchi turning him, he would have died following the pillage.

Prior to meeting her, Tsukishima never kept track of time since he had all of eternity to live. In the past year, he’d grown attached enough to maintain his relationship with her, but not attached enough to risk getting his head severed from his body. Tsukishima planned to cut her out of his life soon.

‘Look at you all zoned out,’ she teased, ‘I didn’t take you for an art critic.’

‘You want a critique?’ Tsukishima sneered, ‘this painting’s really ugly.’

‘It’s not ugly!’ she exclaimed, ‘Ojiisan gave it to me. He bought it from an artist in Nagiso long ago.’

‘Well, he had awful taste,’ he knew that that wasn’t his real opinion. What else was he supposed to say, though? That the painting of a cottage by a meadow reminded him of his first home? That he was alive before her grandfather was?

Of course not.

‘You have a lot of nerve saying that…’ she poked the bridge of Tsukishima’s glasses, ‘… when you’re the one who’s wearing��those. Get nicer frames.’

‘I’m sorry I like to see,’ he sarcastically said with a smirk, ‘is this how you treat your guests?’

‘You’re the one who said my painting’s ugly,’ she shrugged, collapsing on the couch. ‘I think ojiisan said he met a vampire when he visited Nagiso.’

‘Don’t be stupid,’ Tsukishima sneered, joining her, ‘there’s barely any in Japan.’

‘Yes there is,’ she asserted, ‘they used to live savagely centuries ago, but they’ve integrated into human society.’

Tsukishima was almost taken aback. She was right - creatures of his kind still existed and they integrated well. Too well, to the point where they were widely considered to be an extinct being.

‘Let me guess, your ojiisan told you that,’ Tsukishima masked his surprise with a taunting tone, ‘do vampires also disappear in mirrors and wear black cloaks?’

She crossed her arms as she stuck her tongue out childishly, ‘Make fun of me all you want, but he said that he knew what he saw. A young woman in an alleyway,’ she shuddered, her spine graced by a shiver, ‘her fangs buried deeply within a mangled cat, slurping up all its blood.’

‘How scary,’ Tsukishima mocked, pretending as though he hadn’t done such a thing. He was repulsed at the idea of feeding on animals, but centuries ago, there were times where he found himself desperate. All he fed on nowadays were suicide victims beneath a nearby cliff and from blood banks. Yamaguchi did the same.

‘Whatever,’ she stood up, stretching her arms out with a yawn, ‘don’t come crying to me if you ever do come across a vampire.’

‘Because in that situation, I’d definitely come to you,’ Tsukishima sarcastically remarked, ‘I’d feel safe with your wooden stake and silver.’

‘You realise I can make you sleep on the couch instead of the guest bedroom, right?’

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Every attempt he made to quiet his mind had failed; it descended, further, further and further into an obsession with the possibility that a long blade would soon sever his head.

Tsukishima was never aware that she possessed any knowledge about his kind. Vampires became less of a reality and more of an old tale. Not many knew that they ate human food, drank human drinks - the only difference was that it was all tasteless and that his nutrition could only be obtained from fresh blood. Put simply, human foods were a useless filler.

Although she didn’t mention it, Tsukishima believed it was likely that she was aware of that fact. As his pupils fixated themselves to the ceiling, a year was suddenly no longer a fleeting moment to him. A year’s worth of a close relationship with a human was a long time. Especially when the human belongs to the minority that believed that vampires still lived amongst them.

Yamaguchi had warned him of this, urging him to recall when hiring vampire hunters was common practise, when suspected vampires (and any human who sheltered a vampire) were burned at the stake, begging for any form of mercy.

Tsukishima began packing away the belongings he brought with him to her home, concluding that her memory of him had to turn into a mirage, just like the faces of his family. As he made his way out the guest bedroom, he realised how he loathed how fond he grew of her. Tsukishima wanted to fully remember the arch of her brows, the lashes that curved away from her waterline, the wit of her tongue, the outline of her lips.

He passed by her bedroom, knowing that he couldn’t rely on his memories. Eventually, the centuries to come would led them to disintegrate into ashes, where they will never arise again - memories bore no similarity to a phoenix.

Turning around, Tsukishima quietly placed his duffle bag on the floor and carefully opened the door. He was unsure as to whether he could remember her once he left - but he was confident that he wouldn’t forget the flavour her blood carried.

Her body had already been lulled into a deep state of sleep - after all, Tsukishima possessed heightened senses and could hear her slow and rhythmic breathing.

The emotional attachment Tsukishima held towards her was constantly denied by him, until he envisioned his pillow beside hers. He falsely hoped to share that blanket with her for the nights to come, perhaps even bicker over blanket-stealing the following morning. Maybe she snored sometimes and he could tease her about it. Would they wake up at the same time, or would he wake up first?

Tsukishima didn’t want those thoughts to exist anymore. He wanted them to burn with intense fury and relief; identical to the burning of suspected vampires centuries ago.

She was already asleep on her side, her body facing the wall. Kneeling beside the double bed, Tsukishima warily placed a hand on her shoulder. The thumb of his other hand rested along the angle of her jaw, gently pushing her head further away from her neck. For a couple of seconds, Tsukishima merely stared at the skin he was about to pierce. She’ll keep him in mind while the marks scab over and bruise, but after that, she will forget about him; because he’ll be long gone by then.

The longer his fangs grew, the more reluctant he became to bite into her. This wasn’t going to be the first time that Tsukishima fed on someone alive - there was a time when he was forced to do so. He knew his neck anatomy quite well, he wasn’t an idiot who recklessly bit into people and accidentally killed them.

Tsukishima’s felt the tip of his fangs touch her neck. This situation lacked any similarity to his past feedings on sleeping humans, for it was completely unrelated to survival. Rather, it was a feeble to cure his illness of melancholy; the fever that forced him to breathe the air that, to him, resembled the very salts of the ocean. Every inhale filled his lungs with blue hellfire.

That was what drove him to finally abandon his loyalty to cautiousness.

Tsukishima haphazardly sink his fangs into her neck, memorising the intensity of the iron. He knew that if he were to suddenly pull his head away in that moment, he’d rip her neck wide open. But he had to bite down with that much force. He had to remember her.

As hot, thick scarlet slid down Tsukishima’s throat, he began to actually consider the consequences. With the mark, she’d easily have the power to report him. Although the probability of anyone believing her was slim, his actions were still creating the possibility of his death. For a mere second, Tsukishima even pictured himself turning her.

Once a low yelp was heard by Tsukishima’s hypersensitive ears, he rid his mind of those disorganised thoughts. He was sure that his absence of self-control had awakened her, yet he began to question whether he really was scared of getting killed. Tsukishima’s lived for centuries. He’d seen it all.

With that realisation, Tsukishima strengthened his grip and pushed her head even further away from her neck. He noted that as his gulps turned longer and deeper, her whimpers grew louder and her knuckles curled themselves into the sheets.

When he finally pulled away, he watched her reluctantly place her fingers on the wound, smearing the bloody marks in the process. Tsukishima’s lips were still warm, a crimson trail slowly dripping down his chin.

Tsukishima sat up, retracting his fangs back into his gums. He headed towards the door, wiping away the blood with the back of his hand. He forced the turmoil within his chest to be replaced with apathy, since he already knew the facial expression that will rest upon her face once she turned around - forehead wrinkled, eyebrows knitted, lip corners pulled downwards - sheer terror.

‘You…’ she trailed off, her voice uncertain, ‘… if you wanted to bite me that bad, you could have just asked.’

For the first time since Yamaguchi turned him, Tsukishima was the one stunned by a human. His eyelids drew themselves back slightly, his mouth agape with an intense confusion. Tsukishima didn’t want to look at her - he had no desire for her to see the breach of his facade.

‘I already knew.’

After a long pause, Tsukishima snapped. ‘And you didn’t tell me,’ The apathy within his chest started to dissipate, an immeasurable confusion and fury settling in. ‘Instead, you decided to have a casual conversation with me about my kind.’

‘Kei,’ she said, ‘turn around and look me in the eye,’ she’d never used his first name before. He never did, either, although he always wished their relationship would reach a point where he could.

Tsukishima obliged with her command. ‘You think I’m a fool, do you?’ his skin almost sizzled against his bones, overwhelmed by every form of hurt he’d experienced throughout the centuries. ‘All this time, you acted like you’re oblivious to what I am and spoke to me as though I’m a human.’

Mainly, it was the hurt that was buried within the sense of imminent loss.

‘Well, I’m not a human,’ Tsukishima revealed his fangs once more, clenching his teeth in anger, ‘and that means that I’ll kill you right now.’

‘You won’t,’ she said, her smile soft enough to be mistaken for a smirk. She was smug about the fact that her suspicion was true, though - this was Tsukishima’s crush, after all.

She slowly stepped closer to him until she was able to firmly press her chest against his. Tenderly placing an open palm against Tsukishima’s cheek, the pad of her thumb gently stroked his cheekbone; an attempt to induce tranquillity within him. Once her gentle gesture ceased, she hooked an index finger underneath the fabric of her shirt, pulling it away from her neck to expose the bare skin of her shoulder.

‘Drink.’

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #scenario #writing #female reader #vampire!haikyuu #haikyuu au #tw: blood #vampire au #vampire!tsukishima kei

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okay so alec is completely excited to have kids and casually talks about them here and there and thinks even magnus also wants them but magnus isn't very into having kids he doesn't say anything when Alec talks about having them cause insecurity *sprinkle angst *

udhdhdhdjsnsksm this has me torn because on the one hand i really dont stan "having kids" plots (i really hate the idea of having any and they usually just feel very like.... "following standart procedure" anyway and boy id love to have more happy couples who dont fucking want kids) but on the other i do think Magnus would want them? i mean he already has 73737383 children and he loves kids and he was all longingly looking at children after the s3 breakup and shit. so i tend to think he'd want to? idk

with that being said tho, definitely not now. i mean Alec and him are definitely still easing into their relationship and this is not the kind of step you can speedrun into even if they got married in like two months lmao. also he went through some fucking trauma that he needs to process, he was tortured, he lost his best friend, he lost his magic and his home and that's on top of a lot of other unresolved issues. i mean i think Magnus has been healing from Camille and asmodeus and everything else for a long time and that's why he was even ready to start a relationship, but like. it's still far from resolved

and he needs time to process that, and honestly Alec needs it too, needs time to process his own abuse and trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms, isolating tendencies, taking-responsibility-for-everybody tendencies. but i dont think he sees that quite yet, especially because like, now that he has Magnus, he's living the dream and he's on a high and he wants to go for everything he didn't dare to dream of

so Magnus has to be like hold your horses cowboy i dont think either of us are ready for that. and he's scared af that Alec will take that as a rejection or give up on him because Magnus cant give him what he wants- and Alec feels a little hurt too, a little wounded, because he kind if- well, assumed. like this is what couples do, right? and also what was expected of him. "start a family". educate new generations. whatever

so it's a painful conversation for them both but for once Magnus is the one to push it forward and not let it go until they understand each other. and slowly Alec realizes that Magnus is right, that he wouldnt even know where to start with a kid anyway, that there's still so much in his life thats unstable and precariously balanced without adding a kid into the mix

besides, they have infinite time. they're immortal. they can wait, and this is not set on stone

and id like to think that they both finally, finally start therapy after that. i like to think that warlock therapists are a thing - i mean vampire and werewolf therapists certainly are anyway because of course some therapists would have been realistically turned at some point. but i like warlock therapists specifically because they can get their education in a completely different way, plus they can dedicate themselves to understanding the traumas specific to shadow people from the start - like being Turned, like immortality angst, like fantastical racism, like whatever the fuck's even going on with shadowhunter society - and also mix in magic with their techniques

obviously you cant just magically solve trauma but you can use magic to assess memories and experiences or provide small, temporary treatments, although of course you have to be really careful not to force the patient into something they're not yet ready for. but just like. idk there are possibilities, using magic for hypnosis, using magic to create scenarios that the patient can play out and imagine, using magic to assess feelings that the patient doesnt know how to put into words so they can better help them find a way to describe it, using magic as a form of art therapy. there are a lot of possibilities and i really dig the idea of warlock academies dedicated to studying, discussing and creating methods that mix the usual mundane knowledge with shadow world knowledge and magic. plus specifically studying the issues that affect shadow people, since even a mundane therapist who was Turned would be very out of their depth to explore the trauma of someone like, say, Maia, who was Turned on top of her abuse and whose wolf issues probably mix in with other body issues/dysphoria (trans maia ftw baby!), not to mention the fantastical racism on top of regular racism, pack issues, etc etc

anyway i need to stop being so obsessed with warlock society when nobody asked lmao but anyway i think Magnus and Alec would both find themselves therapists and work out their personal issues, as well as of course supporting each other as they always do, and go through the painful process of revisiting traumas and healing together

and maybe eventually they do decide to have kids, or they realize one day that they already have a family, with alec's siblings and magnus' downworlder kids and their friends and their friends' kids, and theyre happy with that. but either way theyre glad they didnt take that decision lightly, and that they took time for themselves instead of immediately jumping into finding someone else to take care of instead, like theyre both so used to doing

#ask #fortunatelycrazyyouth #meta #lore #sh #shadowhunters #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #kids discourse #i guess #jdndjd #long post #book fans idc that they got 837383 kids in two months in the books leave me alone

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windup-dragoon · 4 years

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So not exactly the AU you had mentioned @astralyehga as I had intended. But the end result I’m still happy with. Originally it was going to be Hien helps Kiri get a date with Aymeric, but in doing so and boosting her confidence, Hien realizes he has feelings for her. BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED. It kind of just wrote itself tbh. And at one point I was still going to go with that original idea, but then I thought I would have to write a second half and I thought the likelihood of me actually finishing it was pretty slim so. This is here instead. uwu THANK YOU FOR THE AU IDEA THOUGH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I even watched a rom com just to get in the writing mood. lmao. I watched the ugly truth bc it used to be one of my favorites.

【Ｍｏｄｅｒｎ　Ｌｏｖｅｒｓ】

Hien x Kirishimi

Word Count: 2,291

“To what do I owe this pleasure tonight, friend? Hard day at work?”

The gym was always vacant at this time of night. When the street lights illuminated the city and traffic was nonexistent. The clock read well past midnight, marching ever forward in tandem with her weights lifting and falling from the bench.

Mismatched eyes peeked out from beneath thick lashes at the owner of the voice who now kept her company. Hien, the owner and her personal trainer, grinned down at her. Her hold of the equipment slipped, the weights clattering back into place just behind her head. Kirishimi grimaced but sat upright from the bench.

“You could say that.” Her hand raked through snow white hair as a sigh heaved itself from her lips.

Hien crossed his arms with a quirked brow. “Didn’t you say you were meeting up with your friends tonight? Or was that next Friday?”

Kirishimi didn’t respond. Instead the woman pitched herself forward, head in her hands.

“Ah. Still sore. Got it.”

This wasn’t the first time Kirishimi had been left to her own devices on a Friday, or even Saturday night. She often worked late, finishing paperwork that everyone else left abandoned until the next business day. Most times her plans would reschedule, only to never be realized. All of her friends, no matter how dear they were, had lives of their own. Each had a significant other to keep them company and enjoy the evening with. So when her own plans fell through? They were there to pick up the pieces and make the night spectacular with or without Kirishimi’s presence.

Tonight had just been another defeated Friday night to Kirishimi.

Hien, her trainer now for more than a few years, had known the story all too well. In her disheartened state, she wound up here at his gym, practicing her kick boxing or lifting weights. It was almost routine these days. But, in some small comfort, there were worse places she could have drifted to besides his gym.

He sat on the bench beside her and draped a white cloth over her head. “How ‘bout a nice hot shower and I’ll get some sake? I’ve got left overs from dinner, if you’re hungry.”

The offered towel was promptly used to scrub her face. “Sure.”

How many times had she ended up in this very room? A small studio apartment over the gym that always smelled of honey and apples. From the kitchen, to the living room, all the way to the back where sliding doors led into Hien’s bedroom, all of it could be seen from the moment one walked in. The host himself stationed himself at his makeshift mini bar beside the glass doors leading to a tiny, unused balcony. The lighting of his apartment was dim, as usual, nothing but strings of fairy lights that she had helped him string up from corner to corner some months ago.

He prepared a small tray for Kirishimi while she showered, sake for them to share and black styrofoam to-go boxes he had ordered earlier that evening. Surely he would have loved to cook dinner himself for the woman, but you burn one pizza and you’re immediately branded a poor chef forever after. With fire alarms howling into the night and a pillar of smoke being waved out the balcony doors, she had sworn off his cooking from then on.

It was one of his favorite memories.

Not long after Hien settled himself onto the only piece of furniture in his living room, a couch no less, Kirishimi elbowed the door open and padded barefoot into the apartment. Furiously she scrubbed her white hair with a clean towel, water still dripping down the front of her borrowed t-shirt and soaking the collar. In her urgency to leave the vast loneliness of her own apartment she had forgotten her freshly washed t-shirt, having little choice but to bum one from Hien instead.

“Sorry ‘bout this. I’ll get it dry cleaned if you want.” Kiri spoke in between ruffling her hair like wet feathers and combing her fingers through the locks.

Hien dismissed her with a smile. “Nonsense! It’s only a t-shirt. I have a million others, if you must know.” He teased. It wasn’t the first time he had lent one to her and he somehow doubted it would be the last. “Come sit and eat. Knowing you, you haven’t had a bite all day.”

“Not true.” Kirishimi protested, plopping down in the seat beside him. The couch sunk a bit beneath their weight, forcing their shoulders together. “I had a doughnut at work.”

He whistled. “Wow. A whole doughnut. Well, I won’t deny the nutritional value of a doughnut. Sprinkles?”

“Yes. Brightly colored. Pink, maybe?”

“Ah. Then certainly you don’t need chicken alfredo-” Hien leaned forward, about to grab her box when she uttered a small squeak in defiance.

“Hold it right there, criminal scum! You really think I’d turn down alfredo?”

Grinning, Hien shrugged. “I knew that’d get you.” He slid the box across the coffee table, handing her a fork and a poured drink as well. “Now,” He leaned back against the couch with arms behind his head. “You wanna talk about today?”

“Not really.” Kiri sunk to the floor between the couch and table. Hien was quick to steal her towel and wedge it between the back of her head and the cushions of his only usable furniture. If she needed to spend the night, at least her bed wouldn’t be soaking wet from her hair thanks to his effort.

“Kiri,” He drew out her name, an almost commanding tone. “You can’t bottle it up forever. The last time you tried you drank my bar dry and nearly puked on a couple passing by.”

Silver brows drew together while miscolored eyes burned. “I won’t miss this time.”

“Kirishimi!” Hien exhaled. “I’m being serious. Humor me?”

The young woman, blowing out a sigh that lifted her hair from her cheeks, knocked back one cup full of sake. “Fine,” Reluctance filled her voice. “If you insist.

“Bein’ that it’s Friday, everyone wanted out of the office early. But instead of working together to get it all done, people just up and left after lunch. I had to stay behind, again, to make sure everything got filed correctly and all. That new secretary was nice enough to at least announce she was leaving...” Kiri paused in her story, staring vacantly at the mess of noodles lumped together in the container before her.

“She mentioned a big party downtown and that I should invite my friends to go out. We’d all have drinks and just chill after a long week. I don’t really like the idea of parties but I did wanna see the gang. Been pullin’ such long nights at work, I haven’t seen any of ‘em for a while. So after lockin’ up the office, I texted everyone. Shuri, Illya, Laurelis. But-”

“They’re busy?” Hien finished when Kirishimi failed to continue.

“Yeah...” Kirishimi shook her head and finally dipped her fork into her food. The noodles slithered round and round the utensil but she had no intention of eating just yet. “It’s fine! I mean, they’ve all got their own stuff goin’ on. They wanna spend time with their guys and live their lives. I’ll catch up with ‘em another day, yea? Just sucks bein’ alone...ya’know?”

“Mhm.” All the time he had known Kirishimi, since the day she waltzed into his gym and signed herself up, he had never known her to be obsessed with the idea of a boyfriend. Yet here she was, trying to deny the fact that it bothered her. From time to time the guys of the gym would flirt with her, ask her on dates and say pretty things to her, but they were never right for Kirishimi. Some would later admit to being intimidated by such an athletic woman while others just assumed she had money to spare.

While she fought with her dinner, Hien spared a glance at his phone. A chat message he had started earlier that week filled the screen.

Illya:: Have you asked her yet?

Laurelis:: Hello!!! It’s getting late! Tell us something!!

Shuri:: You had better not have chickened out!

He couldn’t deny the guilt welling in his gut. Instead of asking Kirishimi to meet him at the gym, he had begged her friends to help him in his endeavors to reach her. They were kind enough to oblige but seeing the slump in Kiri’s shoulders made him regret that decision. The girls weren’t to blame. Though he doubted Kirishimi could ever be truly mad at them. They were like family to her; sisters to the bitter end.

“Have you considered finding yourself a boyfriend?” Hien forced the words out of his mouth before he could second guess himself. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees now, taking a sip of his own sake.

Kiri’s fork stopped spinning for a heartbeat. Eventually she snorted and arched a brow at him. “Yeah. It’s real easy, isn’t it? Lemme just go ask some rando’s if they wanna date me.” She huffed before taking a bite.

“Please, do not ask random guys to date you.” He pleaded with a light smile.

“Sorry, but I’m afraid that’s my only option. Or die alone, I guess. My cursed bloodline ends with me.” Kiri teased, dramatically quoting a line from a movie the two had but recently watched.

“C’mon! You’re just being pessimistic. Surely there’s other guys in your life?” Hien leaned a little closer, desperate to catch a glimpse of her features while she nibbled at her food.

“The guys at work are scared of me. Especially when I wear heels.”

“You do that on purpose.”

“I like feeling superior! They treat me like dirt anyway. Bunch o’ assholes.”

“Anyone else?”

“Nope.”

“...What about me?”

“What about-” Kiri turned toward Hien, a questioning look dancing in her eyes. But her words fell short when she noticed him. His green eyes watching her, holding her gaze.

The sound of soft rain pelting the window soon filled the silence of the apartment. It was a romantic ambiance. A window in the kitchen, left open, let in the sweet scent of an approaching storm and the musky aroma of falling rain.

Her heart jumped into her throat as they shared in the quiet moment. All the discussions she ever had with the girls about this very topic came rushing to mind as she searched for words to say in response. Many times she had lamented to the others about her feelings for Hien, always under the impression that he had eyes only for the cute girls who frequented his gym. The girls in tight outfits who giggled and winked at Hien when he taught them how to use specific equipment. She had always wanted to be like them, so flirtatious when asking for his number so they could keep in touch. Several times before she had assumed he had even dated one or two of them, fleeting as they were.

Illya, Shuri, Laurelis, and even their significant others had demanded that she at least talk to Hien about it. To open her heart to see what transpired. But fear had kept her back. If he turned her down or realized her feelings, would he ask her to leave the gym? Who then would she turn to when she was alone at night, wanting anyone's voice but her own to fill the silence. Who would she spend her off days with watching movies or keep him from burning his own building down? It was the fear of being alone that chained her.

But now...

“Hien... You are... definitely a guy in my life.” Kirishimi managed to mutter, her cheeks burning with heat.

“Took you that long to notice?” Hien teased.

“Shuddup!” She huffed before crawling up onto the couch beside him once more. “You know what I meant. I didn’t think you thought of me like that...”

Hien turned so his back was toward the armrest, his body fully facing her. “It’d be an awful lie to say I didn’t think about you every day. Some nights I wait downstairs... Just to see if you stop by.”

“You could have texted me! You could have... said something...”

“I was afraid I’d lose you. I wanted to make sure you felt the same. Your friends gave me one hell of an earful when I spoke to them.” Hien frowned at the memory. Three women demanding he be honest. Although quiet and polite, the trio had honestly frightened him. But if it hadn’t been for them, he may have never found out. His question left unanswered.

“Hien...” Kiri, chewing a moment on her bottom lip, closed her eyes and reached for his hand with both of hers. “Hien, ya’ idiot! Of course I like you! I get stupid butterflies in my stomach when I see you. Gods know I look like a blushin’ idiot when you parade around the gym without yer shirt on. Or the fact that you’ve been my personal trainer for over a year when I don’t even need one-”

“At least I don’t charge you for that.” Hien interrupted, a blossoming grin plastering his face. “Kirishimi, I’m sorry I’m not a rando off the street like you envisioned, but will you go out with me?”

Snowy hair bounced wickedly as Kirishimi replied with an eager nod of her head. “Hells yes!” In unison they moved toward one another, Hien’s arms looping around her waist and drawing her onto his lap while her hands brought his face to hers, lips crashing in a heartbeat against the other.

#|| Untold Stories #hien x wol #hien x kirishimi #Modern au #my babiesssss #BE HAPPY YOU LITTLE TOADS #ILY #i could cry #the alternate idea would have been cool too #like he's trying to get her to say she should date him #but then she gets a text from aymeric asking if she wanted to go out #when she leaves hien the girls text him asking how it went #and he's kind of heartbroken like #...it could have gone better #BUT I DIDN'T WRITE THAT SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #maybe someday #thank you again for giving me such an au!!#astralyehga

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