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hxney-lemcn · 1 month

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Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

summary: you met a strange wilder and found yourself falling for your fantasy. What seemed like a dream had become a distant memory, but Lorsan thought of it as anything but.

tw: uhhhh lovesick fools making stupid decisions

a/n: I kinda went off on this one. Ending kinda sucks, sorry.

wc: 2.7k

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It has been a fairly normal day for you. You woke up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before you made your way outside. It was a crisp autumn morning just like any other which helped you wake up slightly. You dragged yourself over to the chicken coop after picking up your basket. The hens were barely awake, all the easier to grab their eggs. After refilling their water and food, you put the eggs safely away in your kitchen. Then you made your way over to your dairy cows. The nice thing about cows was that you didn’t have to feed them, the bad part was giving them water. You started the horrendous trek of taking your metal bucket, going over to the water pump, filling the bucket, carrying it over to the water trough, and repeating the cycle.

After all the animals were taken care of, you made your way back to your house to fully take care of yourself. I mean your animals were fed, time to feed yourself. The sun was shining brightly now, the sound of your animals filling the silence. It was a comforting atmosphere, something you wouldn’t trade for the world. You decided to cook a few of the eggs, after all, it's best to have them fresh and you had the freshest. It was when you made your way back to milk your cows had your day changed.

“Oh boy!” You heard an energetic voice call out. “I wonder if there’s any food.” Fully opening your front door, you watched as a man with bunny ears looked around your farm. At first glance you did find him cute, but that doesn’t mean he can just go stealing your hard work.

“Excuse me!” You called out, walking over to him. “Do you need food?” The man paused, quickly turning around, he looked as if you had caught him taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Oh, uhm, you see I’ve been traveling a great distance and I haven’t had much to eat,” He explained, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean any harm.”

The sheepish look on his face had quickly calmed you down, and you felt yourself sympathizing with him, “I can make you something if you’d like.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up.

“Yeah,” You smiled back. “As long as I can get your name first.” You both introduced yourselves to each other, and you made him a salad at his request (thankfully you still had some lettuce and vegetables). As he ate, Lorsan, as you learned, had talked of his adventures and all he had learned. You, a mere farmer, were quite intrigued by his tales. You rarely left the farm as you sold your products to Rowan who would come to you. The only time you left was to go to the local village to buy items you were running low on once a week. So Lorsan’s tales were quite fascinating.

“I have to finish my chores now,” You spoke up after Lorsan finished his food.

“I can help,” He replied, ears twitching slightly. “To thank you for your kindness.”

“Do you know how to milk a cow?” You asked, head tilting to the side.

“Well…no,” Lorsan responded sheepishly, then a bright smile took over his face. “But I’m a quick learner!”

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled back. His enthusiasm was contagious. You were quickly proven that you should not have trusted him so easily.

“Ah! Careful!” You exclaimed, quickly grasping Lorsan’s wrists to stop him from squeezing too hard. “You’re gonna hurt her if you squeeze like that. You gotta be firm but gentle. Like this.” You moved your hands to cover his and showed him the right amount of pressure.

“I-I see,” Lorsan stuttered slightly, you missed the way his cheeks turned a light pink. He proceeded to follow your directions after you stepped back and you smiled proudly at how well he was doing now. You had to teach Lorsan how to do some basic chores, but with him by your side, you found yourself enjoying the daily routine that started to feel boring. By the time you both finished, the sun was starting to set.

Feeling a bit of concern (and a bit of selfishness), you asked Lorsan if he wanted to stay for the night. Once again, he was a bit astounded at how kind you had been to him so far. Not to say that people from other villages were unkind, it’s just they were more hesitant to help, and none of them had gone as far as you had. Yes, he had helped you with your chores, but it didn’t feel like much of a chore as you did it together, making jokes together. In fact, Lorsan found himself dreading the day coming to an end. He couldn’t waste any time in just one spot, as the longer he took to find someone to help his people, the more danger they may find themselves in.

Normally, Lorsan would fool around, he was notorious for his mischievousness back in the dark forest (much to his dismay), but he couldn’t make light of his people’s situation. He had no idea how bad the corruption had gotten, and he feared that by the time he got help it would be too late. It had already been two years since he left after all. But his naive personality still poked through.

He agreed to your invitation to stay the night as it wouldn’t hurt to get rest in a proper bed. He messed with the salad you made him, green eyes continuing to glance up at you every so often. The conversation had come to a lull as you started to consume your stew. Lorsan felt conflicted, he greatly enjoyed your presence, even if you both had only known each other for a short period of time. He didn’t want to leave so soon, he enjoyed how easily he was able to make you laugh, the look of awe in your eyes as he mentioned his abilities as a Windwhisperers, and your gentle touch as you corrected him.

His heart beat faster at the memory. Lorsan thought he was coming down with something. It was weird, he hadn’t felt this strongly towards someone before, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. It kept gnawing at him, a part of him wanted to stay, even if it was for just a bit longer, but his guilty conscience weighed more heavily.

“I wish you could join me,” Lorsan spoke, eyes falling onto a tomato amidst the leafy greens.

You paused, but didn’t think too much of what he said, “That would be nice. Your travels sound quite fun when you’re not being chased off.” You laughed lightly at the teasing remark, but quickly stopped when Lorsan didn’t laugh with you.

Your eyes scanned his face. His emerald eyes were down cast, his lips tugged slightly downwards. He used his fork to push around his food, ears slightly droopy. You then realized he was being 100% serious and you felt your heart jump. The scenario reminded you of a cheesy scene in a romantic novel you managed to read in your sparse free time.

“You would love the dark forest,” Lorsan continued, now twirling his fork. “I think you would get along well with Lyca.”

You fiddled with your napkin, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders. He does understand your position, right? You are the sole owner of this farm, you have a life, you have animals and people that depend on you. There was no way you could just drop everything on a whim because you met a cute wilder who wanted you to become his companion on his journey. But you were also young, and the thought of being tied down to one spot, never truly seeing the world, also weighed down on you. It was easier to forget about your wish to explore as you lose yourself in your chores, lose yourself in books and lose yourself in your trade. Lorsan had brought that longing back to the forefront, the want to explore, the need to see sites that laid only in your wildest dreams.

It was all too conflicting for you.

“...you know I can’t leave,” You muttered, eyes downcast. “This is my home.”

“I know,” Lorsan responded despondently. A pregnant pause followed, and you found yourself wanting to mend whatever had just broken.

“Come back,” You stated, leaving no room for debate. Lorsan finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. “When you find whoever you need to, when you fix your land, come back.”

Lorsan felt his mind race. He hadn’t thought of coming back, he didn’t need to…not before at least. Would he even be able to come back? His position was high ranking, and he would be needed a lot more once he returned…but he also wanted to see you again. His eyes soaked in the determination in your gaze, how could he deny someone he found so breathtaking?

“Okay,” He agreed, a small bittersweet smile overtaking him. “But only if you consider one of us going with the other.”

You felt your face warm, that was such a drastic decision, but you supposed you had time to think it over. Yet you still wanted to tease him slightly.

“Are you asking me to run away with you?” You teased, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’ve only known each other for a day.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Lorsan stubbornly replied back, trying to hide how warm his face felt. You were right, after all. What business did he have asking you to leave everything behind for him? Because he felt strangely for you? He hardly counted that as a reason, but he still held hope, heart fluttering at the thought of you by his side.

“Too bad there wasn’t a way we could stay in contact,” You sighed, standing up to clean the table.

Lorsan’s ear twitched, eyes widening at his brilliant plan, of course it would take a bit of a toll on him, but for you, it was worth it, “I could contact you through the wind! You’ll just have to keep an ear out for my messages.”

Your eyes also widened, not having expected such a response, “I would be able to hear it?”

“You should,” Lorsan nodded excitedly, ears bouncing with the movements. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been pretty good at all this Windwhisperer business from a young age.”

“Then I’ll look forward to the wind.”

That had been over a year ago. The time between Lorsan updating you had grown far and few in between. Your naiveness has dissipated. It was a wonderful fantasy while it lasted, but there were too many flaws in the plan. No matter what way you thought, a problem arose. There was no way you could sell your farm or animals, there was no way you could drop everything just for him. It was too extravagant an ask. And Lorsan couldn’t drop everything for you either. Yes, he may have always dreamed of the world beyond the dark forest, but he had a duty that held him back. That didn’t stop his chest from aching every time he was reminded of you. Farm animals were common on his journey, and he remembered how sweetly you smiled at him as you showed him your chickens. How he longed to stay with you. He didn’t want to be tied down, but was it really being tied down if you were by his side?

While you had given up, Lorsan was still pursuing his dream. He had finally managed to find someone that could dispel the corruption. Not to mention it was thee Merlin. He didn’t waste any time getting them on the first ship to the dark forest. It took more time than he’d like to clear everything. He had met his sister and old friends, but a part of him still felt like he was missing. He loved his people, he really did, but he would constantly strain his ears, listening to your soothing humming that the wind mercifully sent his way.

When everything was said and done, his Master Arden had noticed the gray haired man’s despondency. Lorsan had been given many tasks, not allowing him a moment’s respite. Not even being able to think of coming back to you like he had promised. That familiar feeling of the trees closing in on him returned. The comfort of the forest had become a prison once more.

“What’s troubling you,” Arden asked his pupil, wanting to alleviate his worries.

Lorsan snapped out of his stupor, he had found himself trying to listen for you once more. “I met someone,” Lorsan explained, knowing better than trying to hide from his mentor. “But my duty lies here, in the dark forest.”

“A good whisperer should listen to not only the wind, but also to his own heart,” Arden responded wisely. “Need not worry about us, as our problems have been resolved.” Lorsan felt his breath hitch, hope overtaking him once more.

…

It has been a normal day for you. Waking up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before going to the chicken coop. You put the eggs in your basket, the movements being nearly autonomous. Your days blended together, repeating the same motions over and over. The wind had become a low whistle like it had before, no longer carrying the words you once searched for. Your days have dulled once more. You were just a mere farmer after all.

“I wonder if there’s any food.”

You paused, not sure if you were just hearing things. If your monotonous days had finally broken you and you were hallucinating a reality that had once been real. Your head turned, albeit hesitantly, and your eyes widened at the familiar head of gray hair, green eyes, and bunny ears. You could never forget such a pretty face, nor the sheepish look that rested across it.

“You’re back,” You stated, slight awe in your tone. You hadn’t really thought he’d ever come back.

“Of course I’m back,” Lorsan scoffed, crossing his arms. “I did promise you, didn’t I?” Your eyes soaked in his figure, noting the backpack that he carried and the slight grin on his lips.

“It’s just been awhile,” You replied, rubbing your arm nervously. “I thought you forgot.”

Lorsan’s jaw fell slack (somewhat comically might I add), “How could I ever forget someone like you!” You felt your heart jump. That feeling you thought you’d gotten over returned like nothing had ever happened, like you both hadn’t been separated for years.

Feeling a bit insecure, you couldn’t help but bring up what weighed on you, “You stopped sending messages.”

His ears drooped slightly in response, “I’m sorry about that. It takes a lot of energy for me to do that, and when I found someone that could help, I wanted them to help as quickly as possible so I could come back.” You truly felt silly. Of course he was busy, he was a hero after all.

“It’s alright,” You smiled, the ache wasn’t fully gone, but you understand. “You’re here now, aren’t you?”

Lorsan perked up at that, a bright smile overtaking his features, “Yes! Do you remember the second half of our promise?” That was the part you were dreading. Telling him you couldn't move to the dark forest. You nodded, shifted back and forth on your feet.

“If it would be okay with you, I would like to move in.”

For the second time that day you felt yourself freeze. He…wanted to live with you? Didn’t he want to be with his friends? Didn’t he want to live where he grew up? Was he being serious?

“I-I mean it’s okay if you say no,” Lorsan fumbled, feeling his nerves consume him. “I understand, b-but I really enjoyed that day, and I wouldn’t mind helping you with your chores.”

You really shouldn’t say yes. Yes, you got to know him better through his messages, but he still didn’t know you all that well. Even though it had been years since that day, it felt like a rushed move, but his pretty green eyes had your resolve melting.

“Okay,” You agreed, a sheepish smile crawling over your lips.

“Really?” Lorsan gasped, bouncing on his feet.

“Yeah,” Your grin widened. “Just don’t cause too much trouble.”

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roseborough-if · 2 years

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[a slife of life / romance story set in the countryside of emerald acres] 🤍

DEMO (TBA) / PINTEREST / KO-FI

Note from the author: Hi and welcome! I'm Vilna (she/any). This is my first interactive fiction project that is still very early in developement. I was inspired by various medias, primarily Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon, to develope my own little game in novel format written in twine. I hope you enjoy your stay!

Tales from Roseborough and this blog is only suitable for 18+ audience for eventual optional sexual content. Ask box is open for any kind questions (nsfw included).

THE STORY:

You are a farmer who has very recently become one after your distant grandparents you've never met have died and have left their old farm and everything that comes with it solely to you.

You don't know why they would do such a thing but you have been quite bored of your current life for some time so you decide to take a leap faith and leave the comforts of the city behind to move into the idyllic Emerald Acres for a new beginning. The countryside is certainly breathtakingly beautiful; your new farmhouse comes with a huge garden exceeding all of your expectations and the animals are so cuddly and cute, too!

Unfortunately, you have no idea what you're doing but it can't be that hard to run a small farm all by yourself. Can it? Maybe with some help from the other residents of Emerald Acres you may have a better chance at making it...

Fully customizable MC. Decide your character's name, gender (trans + non-binary inclusive), pronouns, physical appearance, personality & background ++ The only thing that is locked in is that MC will always be queer-coded, no matter how you play them. 🏳️‍🌈

Name and maintain your farm by taking care of your animals and garden. Do you thrive in your new life as a farmer or do you hate every second of it? Will you settle down permanently or will you return back to the city with your tail between your legs?

Discover family secrets! Apparently the farm and the house come with certain strings attached.

Choose an animal companion who will follow along with you on your adventures.

Explore the Emerald Acres: the village of Roseborough, the Wuthering Woods, Honeyfur river and other surroundings.

Romance 1 out of 6 possible candidates. Queerplatonic routes are available for Juniper and Bunny/Bo.

Build lasting friendships with the other main cast + side characters.

ROMANCE OPTIONS:

🧸 Bunny / Bo Abernathy [F/M], she/her or he/him. || intro.

B, along with their daughter Sunny, is your new friendly neighbour who owns a farm a couple of kilometers away from you. They are always willing to listen to your troubles and help in any small or big way they can. They are one of the kindest people you've ever met but remain surprisingly tight-lipped about themself, perhaps for a good reason.

»»-----------► I've never known someone like you. Someone who makes me feel so loved and happy that I feel like I could just float away.

🔧 Oskari Kivi [M], he/him. || intro.

You never expected to meet him again here of all places. Oskari is a city boy through and through and your past with him is complicated (whether you were lovers or just friends) and you haven't seen him in at least four years since your fallout. You're not sure whether it's a good or bad thing that he hasn't changed at all.

»»-----------► I missed you. A lot. I just wanted you to know that.

🐾 James Briar [F], she/her. || intro.

The fact that James is hot as hell only slightly makes up for her rude and disagreeable behaviour when you first meet her. She is the town's only vet so you will need her services from time to time whether you like it or not. James seems to have great love for animals, but claims that fellow humans are not her thing. You don't quite know what to make of her.

»»-----------► When I first met you I thought you were a spoiled city brat. Turns out I sort of like it.

🦋 Juniper Starling [NB], fae/faer. || intro.

Juniper is an eccentric but respected figure in Roseborough as fae runs a small (and free!) healer's clinic offering help without turning anyone away. Fae must be one of the most beautiful people you've ever met and seems to always have a line of suitors following faer wherever fae goes. You need to stick out if you want faer attention.

»»-----------► You are certainly an interesting one, kitten. I will have to keep a close eye on you.

🥧 Willow / William Higgins [F/M], she/her or he/him. || intro.

Will is almost as new in the town as you; they bought the tavern of Rosebud a few months prior and are still adjusting to their job and everything that comes with it. Will clearly feels out of place and lonely in their current situation, at least before meeting you. They seem friendly, if a little overly flirty, and eager to get to know you.

»»-----------► Oh, you are absolutely precious, sunshine. I could just eat you up for a dessert.

🔮 Sage Moonfall [NB], he/him and they/them. || intro.

The people of Roseborough call him the Hermit of Wuthering Woods but that seems to be only a fraction of the truth. There's a rumour that they are over a century old and something not entirely human, but no one has the courage to approach them to actually ask. He seems to be endlessly fascinated by you.

»-----------► Tell me: what do you desire? I could make that happen with the snap of my fingers.

#interactive fiction #twine wip #lgbtq #dating sim #interactive novel #queer fiction #tales from roseborough #roseborough if

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rozyteaa · 1 year

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Robin and Eden

𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍 Psssssst! Got a click on this two! I really love the idea of them kinda meeting together and also as an alternative to meet Robin!

𓂃 𓈒𓏸𑁍 And and and! This came up when I was practicing how to... *sobs* draw Eden (so many failed attemps— *sobs*) and was thinking about scars... and then about Robin having scar on their face after the dock event. The other source of inspiration is that fanart of Robin rescuing PC who already got Stockholm Syndrome from Eden. I'm trying to find it but I can'tAAAAAAAAA— pls tag or send me a link of it because I want to credit the author! If I remember well their PC is also a bunny...?

₊❀̥୭❛ Thank you in advance and let's get started!

PC have different soft bad-endings and most of them are being kidnapped then secluded in an area.

One is from the underground farm, one by being kidnapped by Kylar, one in asylum... and the one of many is being sold to Eden.

How Robin knew: they heard it from an orphan. Not too farfetched since the forest starts from Danube Street and one of common places that they frequent is the Soup Kitchen in Wolf Street so chances is they saw Bailey and PC!

First, if you haven't met Robin yet...

their motivation to search for you would be because you're their only friend left. To be specific, they've known you for so long and whether you two are close or not Robin cares about you.

They would think that you managed to go somewhere else and live your new life... just like the others. But that wasn't the case until they heard from an orphan that you got taken deep in the forest. This kicked their worry and started their search.

If you saved them from the dock...

They thought it isn't strange that it's not strange that you'll go disappearing to day to night and even for days. They want to believe that you will come back soon... but deep down this one in particular didn't sit right to them

Especially when the subtle air in the orphanage with whispers and glances that won't meet their eyes

Days turns to week and you're still missing. When they spotted Bailey, fear of realization dawned upon them

The caretaker would be at this point and started to put missing flyers. They may seem not care for the orphans but they do and that care stems from them money they can profit.

Robin just stood there for a while before pacing without purpose but to make their brain stimulate and think. When they spotted a couple of orphan, they approached them with so much force that it seems tackling the poor guy they first got the hand on.

With desperate voice they asked where are you, if they've seen you.

The orphan tried to separate them from the guy and with hushed voice they gave him the information: Bailey took you deep in the forest. That's all they know.

Regard of trauma or confidence %

Robin isn't a stranger by the forest. They sometimes take a stroll or have a picnic there. Being sorrounded by silence and nothing to worry about is comforting.

So trauma and confidence just changes Robin's attitude at the whole ordeal.

If trauma is still present or low confidence, Robin would try to search for you because they think they don't worth much at this point and with you in mind at their last moment would be worth it

Low or high you can say they developed an attachment to you...

No, wait. That's Kylar. Scratch that. Robin did it because they're a good person deep down and that's what they think the right thing to do so trauma and confidence were thrown out of the window and all they think is you.

Ofcourse, it also up to you, in the end, if to go back with them or not.

Probably won't take you at the orphanage first because of Bailey but another shelter so you can still move freely.

Risk is being caught being caught by Eden or Bailey. Don't think that the hunter won't break the orphans door if you disappeared. Chances are Bailey shrugging it off because... it's not their problem. They got paid and that's all that matters... Probably would use you as a hostage and demand a higher price. In most case I can see Eden is on their own

Little quick note:

You being in the refuge puts a lot of comfort to Robin that it higher their confidence. Idk. This made me think a bit of a Yandere!Robin, ahah. But let's keep them the precious bebe that they are who drink #respect juice every morning!

Anyways

If you don't go with Robin or fail at escaping...

...obviously, they'd be caught by Eden.

As soon as the hunter caugh their scent, big soundless steps made their way behind the orphan and their hand quickly grabbed for the neck and lifted them up.

Robin didn't go without a struggle and puts a bravado.

Both asserting dominance. Eden knows what they are doing and their power.

On the other side, Robin is on their desperation. It's either getting you back or going like that.

Kinda like a parallelism between Robin and Eden... If we'll add more detail to Robin's appearance after the dock, they'd probably have scars on their face. Not much but still visible.

Meanwhile Eden have many of them after years of survival in the wild. And their body differences. So it's basically a giant compared to an average person 😭

Eden, expert that they are, recognize Robin's will. They mostly see Robin like an animal protecting their family.

So, frustated and perhaps seeing a bit of themselves to Robin 🥺 , the hunter threw the orphan on the ground.

Looking down and casting shadow, they met eyes to eyes that still have grit on them

The hunter pointed at them with firmness. Then back at the forest. "Go."

Eden simply said before walking toward you, lifting you up and taking you back at the cabin.

Either Robin tries another futile fight or stay there watching you disappearing, there's can feel a strange safeness.

You were, somehow, safe with the hunter...

Doesn't mean that they've given up.

I can see Eden kinda having respect of Robin for that and Robin having bit of comfort toward Eden even though the hunter intimidate them. Both also lived like a hermit. Eden in the forest, and Robin in their room. Only goes out when they need to.

Meanwhile my headcanon of Eden's opinion to other Kylar their only see desperation and instability that won't be able to keep you safe. Sydney, despite the willingness, still lack of backbone. And Whitney, who can be possessive of their own, they simply don't like them. if Eden finds Whitney selling you off you're back in the cabin. Plus Eden doesn't like Whitney's town-vibes. The other they are chill is Alex but also finds them kinda soft, somewhere near Sydney Ú_Ù. And we don't talk about Avery.

#.rozy diary #.rozy shelf #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #eden the hunter

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teecupangel · 10 months

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Hello my dearest writer. I just wanted you to know I am amused by your creative brain.

So I wanted to ask a senario that ezio (modern au) was kidnapped in his childhood by abstergo and became a templar instead of an assassin. And then desmond, altair and connor(in one team) wanted to bring him back because he is the prophet and an old friend from childhood.

(Sorry for my english friend)

I’m glad you’re enjoying the ideas I’m throwing out in the wilds but, let’s be clear, these ideas come into existence because of wonderful asks and submissions like yours so you guys are the ones feeding my plot bunny who… isn’t even my pet, they just appear in my backyard one day.

Okay, so for the three to count Ezio as their old friend from childhood, that would mean they would have met Ezio a few times. In this case, I propose we give Ezio a very similar childhood to his canon self where he was raised without knowing of his Assassin lineage.

Altaïr, Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond are of similar ages (although I kinda like the idea that Altaïr is the oldest by 1 year, Desmond and Ezio are the same age and Ratonhnhaké:ton is a year or two younger) but they were raised as Assassin. They know the whole Assassin vs Templar thing, but they’ve been told to not tell Ezio anything. As far as Ezio knows, he’s just visiting an out-of-the-way place where he can play with three boys near his age (we can add that Federico is there for a monthly sparring or so with the older kids and Ezio thought it was just like a club competition or something?)

Anyway, my initial thought was Ezio getting kidnapped during the Great Purge but, if he’s the same age as Desmond, he’d be 13 by then, and I think we should push for Ezio’s ‘indoctrination’ at an earlier age.

So let’s use Haytham’s age of 10 instead and Abstergo learned of the Auditores’ Assassin lineage by luck (and tenacity). They abduct Ezio while he was in school then made the poor child believe that his family left him when they showed him an empty house as the rest of the Auditores have fled to keep their other children safe. There were actually Assassins stationed near the house, just in case Ezio comes back or if Abstergo comes knocking, but they were killed by Abstergo before bringing Ezio there.

So, in this case, Ezio grows up believing he was abandoned. He would miss his family but also, either believes he hates or pretends to hate them for abandoning him. He would be indoctrinated into thinking the Assassins are killer deluding themselves into thinking they’re saving the world without understanding how their actions have only brought misery and destruction to the world.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond doesn’t run away because Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton are on the Farm as well. (Although, Altaïr did say that if Desmond was running away, he was running away with him, and they’ll drag Ratonhnhaké:ton with them who just goes “you don’t need to drag me, I’ll come with you guys.”)

Ezio’s kidnapping is the cold water that made Desmond realize that Templars are real, and the three actually spent years believing that Ezio is already dead.

Umar is alive in this one (yey!). He’s Bill’s best friend and is one of the best Assassin in the fields, maybe there are even talks of him becoming the mentor’s successor. Because he’s usually being sent for dangerous missions, he left Altaïr on the Farm and Altaïr is Desmond’s childhood friend who may or may not be Bill’s ward. Of course, when the Great Purge hits, Umar dies (aww) for maximum angst!

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mother is an Assassin, but he’s staying with his grandfather on the Farm as his mother goes to the field a lot. Maybe partner Kaniehtí:io with Desmond’s mother for field missions to give us a reason why Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond got close in the first place? Or, if you’d like, Edward is the cousin of William Miles’ grandfather, so they’re ‘distantly’ related. (Haytham either being an Assassin, dead ala Tyranny of King Washington, or still a goddamn Templar in this one is up to you)

They learn Ezio is alive because he starts appearing on cameras and public after he officially became a Templar. He was raised by Vidic and goes by Ezio Vidic instead.

Ezio and Cross don’t really see eye to eye. Ezio thinks Cross is too reckless and should get more medical aid and tests before being cleared for duty. Cross thinks Ezio acts too ‘nice’ and Cross is the only one who calls Ezio out and tells him straight that he knows Ezio still haven’t let go of his past.

Berg joins the Order for the same reason as the canon but, instead of being Cross’ equal/sorta-lackey, he becomes Ezio’s second-in-command. He is secretly ordered to kill Ezio if Ezio ever shows any hints of returning to the Assassins.

I think in this scenario, we should not add the Animus because that would complicate things too much (also, Ezio would be a descendant of Renaissance!Ezio and putting him into the Animus would mean that Abstergo would have access to the Apple sooner)

In this scenario, let’s make the ‘Prophet’ a title which means that Ezio alone can open a specific door that houses the most powerful Isu artifact (your call if that’s true, or it’s actually the final door to the Grand Temple, and we’re gonna kill Desmond again XD).

Abstergo doesn’t have the location, but they have the Prophet. The Assassins have the location but not the Prophet, so both sides want Ezio.

His three childhood friends just want their friend back.

(What about the other Auditores? I think it would really push the plot if Ezio actually shoots Federico, whether he doesn’t know it was Federico or he deliberately did it to show where his loyalty stands, Federico survives because Ezio miss his vital organs. Whether on purpose or not, they can’t be sure)

I have to admit, this scenario reminds me of an idea I have (which I was thinking of writing for Halloween… if time permits… probably won’t, idk) of a Canon Divergence AU where Ezio was raised by Berg and joined the Order and became part of Sigma Team. He knows he’s adopted, but he doesn’t know who his birth parents are, all he knows is that Berg adopted him when he was born.

Anyway, Sigma Team gets called in for an urgent mission because a secret Abstergo facility in Fairport, New York (which was pretending to be just a plastic surgery clinic) lost all communication and the entire place went dark.

The last camera footage they saw was two men entering the facility, they wore hoods but facial recognition from cameras providing other angles confirmed they are two known terrorists code-named ‘Altair’ and ‘Connor’.

And Abstergo knows what they’re there to get…

In the deepest part of the facility sleeps ‘Sample 17’.

(So the main idea is: Ezio is trying to take down Altaïr and Ratonhnhaké:ton while the two are trying to find ‘Sample 17’. And… uuhhh… it’s meant to be of more on the body horror side… kinda like… Dead Space type of body horror because ‘things are not as they seem’)

(Your English is fine, dear friend :))

#templar!ezio #yum yum #modern day childhood friends au #ask and answer #assassin's creed #ezio auditore #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #daniel cross #juhani otso berg

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It’s The Great Pumpkin, Phineas Flynn | Oneshot

For the October task, Do You Like Scary Movies?

Featuring: Candace Warnings: None

Phineas Flynn didn’t believe in Santa Claus. He didn’t believe in the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy, either.

But he did believe in the Great Pumpkin.

When Phineas was five, he’d woken up in the middle of the night to see his mom slipping a coin under his pillow after he’d lost a tooth. And from that point on, he set about empirically proving, once and for all, the veracity or falseness of every mythical holiday entity. The next year, he saw his parents putting the presents under the tree, and hiding eggs around the lawn.

This year, his dad packed up and left with no warning. This year, his mom was hard to reach, and Love Händel was always blasting from her room. This year, Candace was extra irritable, and Phineas only had one thing left on his list.

Candace insisted that Phineas must have made up the Great Pumpkin himself, because nobody else on the planet had even heard of it. But Phineas didn’t care what Candace thought. He didn’t care what anyone thought, because everyone laughed when Phineas tried to explain the Great Pumpkin. And Phineas didn’t care if people laughed at him.

It just felt important. Like this was his last chance at... something.

“What’s the Great Pumpkin?” the red-haired girl looked at Phineas curiously, and Phineas didn’t see anything mean or teasing in her expression like with everybody else.

Phineas didn’t need anyone to believe him, or even to come with him to the pumpkin patch on the night of Halloween. But it would be kind of nice if someone did.

“The Great Pumpkin comes on Halloween night to the pumpkin patch, bringing gifts for everyone who believes in him. But only those who believe in him,” Phineas said seriously, turning his attention back to the letter he was drafting for the Pumpkin.

“Give me a break,” Candace groaned, rolling her eyes, as she walked past the scene that was playing out on the playground of Danville Elementary. “You’re gonna miss trick-or-treating for some stupid pumpkin that doesn’t exist?”

Phineas ignored her.

The red-haired girl seemed unfazed. Maybe she really believed Phineas, or maybe she just liked him, or maybe she’d jump at the chance to get a present, even if it wasn’t guaranteed.

“So you’ll be there tonight?” she asked. “Instead of tricks-or-treating?”

“Yeah,” Phineas said, signing his name with a flourish. He looked at the girl. “Will you?”

She nodded, and sure enough, as the moon rose over the pumpkin patch at Hundred Acre Farms, there were two small figures among the pumpkins, watching, shivering, waiting. Phineas’s gaze was firmly fixed on the sky. The girl kept glancing over her shoulder at the exit. She was growing impatient.

“Any minute now...” he murmured, and he wasn’t actually sure about that, but he wanted to be. This was either the beginning of something or the end of everything. And for a while, Phineas had been content to live in that in-between space, but he was a whole year older now, and he felt he deserved answers.

Because what if the adults all lied? What if there was no Santa Claus and no Easter Bunny and no Tooth Fairy, and no Great Pumpkin, either? What if holidays came and went and the mythical, magical people who were supposed to turn up weren’t mythical or magical at all, they didn’t turn up because they didn’t really exist, at least not the way you wanted them to?

What if there was no Great Pumpkin? Just a bunch of crappy little weenie pumpkins that got eaten by goats, eventually?

Before Phineas could ponder this any longer, though, there was a stirring in the distance. Phineas sat up straighter. “This is it! It’s him!”

It was too dark to see, but Phineas was certain. This had to be the Great Pumpkin, didn’t it?

He leaned forward, and the girl leaned forward, too, and then she groaned loudly.

“It’s a freaking dog, Phineas! It’s a beagle!” she complained, standing up and dusting herself off. “I’m going home! It’s too cold for this. I want to go trick-or-treating. And my dad’s probably wondering where I am anyway.”

Phineas’s dad wasn’t. His mom probably wasn’t, either. So he stayed in the pumpkin patch, his chin stuck out over his knees, looking up at the moon with his hope waning by the moment. The Great Pumpkin hadn’t come yet, but... well, if it did, Phineas didn’t want to miss it.

When Phineas woke up the next morning, sprawled across the pumpkin patch, alone and shivering and covered in dew, there was a pillowcase full of candy next to him. A gift from the Great Pumpkin! So he had missed him after all!

He snatched the pillowcase up and ran all the way home, burst through the door, and ran up the stairs two-at-a-time. “Candace! He came! The Great Pumpkin came! I told you so!”

Candace didn’t look up from the magazine she was reading, but she did smile to herself. So Phineas hadn’t noticed, after all, that the pattern on the pillowcase matched the exact sheets she was perched on right now.

Yes, the Great Pumpkin came indeed.

#swyntask #i just think charlie brown is rlly cute idk lol #self para #candace #the redhead girl could be the little redhead girl from charlie brown canon or it could be laurette lol #this isn't like canon but its not not canon idk #also we're pretending this takes place in a universe where this could logistically happen and children could just stay up all night in #a pumpkin patch unsupervised #ITS CHARLIE BROWN OK

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More thoughts for u

Ok so you are a carrot farmer, the farm is your pride and joy. You’ve built up from the ground by yourself. So when carrots starts going missing you notice. It starts small, only a few carrots here and there, you can handle that you’ve dealt with pests before. And yet this particular pest seems to avoid all of your normal traps.

It starts to escalate.. Entire fields of carrots go missing at a time, and after finding one of your traps ruined, you must admit that whatever it is its bigger than you expected. You set up a much bigger trap this time and risk some of your precious golden carrots to catch the thief. You did not expect to see a big ass Rabbit hybrid caught in your net the next day.

This however could be an opportunity, farm work is hard for just one person, and the hybrid looks strong enough for farm work. So you propose an agreement, he helps you around the farm and then gets paid in carrots for it. After he agrees and you let him out he introduces himself as Technoblade.

Technoblade becomes a valuable asset to the farm, turns out he has some experience taking care of crops. He becomes a steady presence in your life and you offer him to live with you in the farm house. For convenience of course. Nevermind that you catch yourself staring a bit too much at him when he's working.

Things go just perfect, everything is normal until Technoblade’s heat hits. Things start heating up between you rapidly, but you don’t really mind. Who knew a rabbit in heat could be so attentive to their partners needs.

-🐛

FUN FACT! Pretty sure only female rabbits have a season unsurprising if I remember right the season starts in spring! But males are ready to go most of the year! So Bunny Techno would be dtf 24/7!

Your fields were your pride and joy, endless rolling lines of seasonal root vegetables, potatoes, beets, wheat and carrots all rotating out as you waited and tended, but no matter the season the carrot patch was always full and growing, the little orange plants being worth so much more the further from their season. There was also the fact that when you had the ore, the golden variety is much much more filling, for both yourself and your coin purse.

But recently there have been a few... Missed lines in your fields, small sections with a few carrots pulled up or straight missing, the first few times it was fine, likely some traveller or animal getting some food, but now, now there was a whole quarter of your field missing. This was far from some little shit engaging petty thievery, this was something more.

And oh how you were right.

Being a farmer came with a little trap knowledge, nets and hidden triggers letting you catch foxes and other undesired animals as they came to try and ruin your hard work, Only no matter how you trapped the outskirts of the field, there were frayed lines and snapped nets, and so you rig up one of your bigger kits and wait. The sacrifice of a few of the remaining golden carrots would be good enough to know who had taken a quarter of your harvest.

The thing you caught with the bigger trap made everything much clearer, it wasn't a full warren of rabbit-like you had though, it was a full-blown rabbit hybrid. Bulky and broad despite the diet he must undertake, hands clenched around the net as he follows your path around him. You can admit to what you did being a little based on how strong he looked, and how in a single night he had managed to pull up what would have been several hundred carrots, but not soon after offering the hybrid a deal you were letting him down and guiding him towards the now empty barn.

For more carrots, Technoblade would help you with the other fields, and the carrot field would be left alone from his hunger.

Work went well, the month slipping by faster than ever with an extra set of hands on the farm, and maybe, just maybe some days went sideways as you watched the bulky bunny man weed and plough the fields, dirt and sweat staining the linen shirt he was so prone to wearing. There was definitely no alternate reasons for moving him from the barn to your spare room, no reasons at all definitely not the enjoyable rumble of his morning voice, or the soft feeling of his ears rushing against your shoulders as he leans on you in the morning, waiting to be able to eat.

Nope, no reason at all.

But when spring sets in and you're alone in the carrot field, something you have not done in months, there is little warning before distant thumping is strong arms around your waist, pushing you down into the grass between fields, pink hair veiling your faces as you stare up into blown-out red eyes. Everything felt warm as if the summer sun was beating down on you rather than an insistent set of lips latching onto your neck as they leave a trail of marks and muttered some things that your ears strain to catch.

You had been eyeing up the hybrid for long enough and now the beginning of a female rabbits season was upon us, and you were his burrow mate, sure not a bunny like him, but he had seen how you watched him, smelt how you reacted to the days he wandered the fields shirtless. But he needed to hear you say it, to hear you admit to wanting him, it was his season but gods he would wait till he was allowed to fuck you into the dirt like he so desperately wanted to.

"Need to hear you say it, to say my name and let me fill you, fuck you into the floor and mark you as mine. My mate, my partner, mine mine mine, leave you dripping with my cum, fucked out and so pretty... Say it, 'Technoblade please.' SAY IT..."

#🐛 anon #c: technoblade #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #k: hybrid #k: heat/rut #k: marking #k: implied breeding #mxad #anon response

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foxgloveprincess · 3 years

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Shifting Gears

A Story Written by pisseddaddy (In Collaboration With @foxgloveprincess)

Pairing: Stucky x Female Reader [First Person]

Summary: Small town life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Especially when everyone’s a piece of shit. We all wear our masks, but how long until they fall?

Warnings: Rape (Non-Con that kinda turns into Dub-Con at the end, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Unprotected Sex, Holding Someone Down, Forced Orgasm, Biting), Dark Fic, Manipulation, Possessive Behaviour, Modern AU, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Cynicism, Cursing, Misogyny. Please proceed with caution.

Words: 5.7k

Credits: For the beautiful edits of sexy Steve and Bucky made by @nix-akimbo and to the anon who inspired this: link

Song lyrics from Frank Sinatra’s ‘That’s Life’.

A/N: Steve and Bucky are veterans but they didn’t fight in WW2 (this is part of a modern AU).

This story was written by pisseddaddy (also known as the nonnie who calls me bunny). If you haven’t read through the asks on my blog between us, she approached me to ask if I could help her with this project and I agreed, stepping in to help her edit her story and share it with all of you (since she doesn’t have a Tumblr of her own). We both have enjoyed working together and are now ready to share this with all of you!

Dividers by firefly-graphics

We would love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post this work, at all.

I guess I would be the Beta on this one, but I’m human and fallible, so all mistakes are my own. 😊 If I’ve missed any tags, please let me know.

Enjoy!

Tagging (with no obligation to read, just if you want): @nix-akimbo @saiyanprincessswanie @slothspaghettiwrites @kleohoneyao3 @caffiend-queen

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age, thank you!

Life in a small town is simple. Time ticks differently—slower—here. You do what you need to do in order to survive. Preferably with the least amount of effort.

So, maybe not so simple. But it’s what I’ve gotten used to.

I’ve learned to stay unobtrusive, cautious, always act friendly, speak only when spoken to—just stay as invisible as possible if you don’t want to end up the talk of town. Of course, men are freer than women, their actions less scrutinized, lauded more for less. The scales of equality imbalanced.

I think Orwell understood something vital when he picked pigs for his Animal Farm. Our mayor, for example, is a fine pig, if you ask me. A greedy, slimy, old, ugly brute hungry for power, dominance and luxury—or as he prefers to describe himself, a sensualist with a great love for the finer things in life. His grabby, unwelcome hands pinching every ass they can reach. But he’s not the only dangerous character in town.

Enter two dubious mechanics, Steve Rogers and James ‘call-me-Bucky’ Barnes. Yes, those two know the art of deception.

I will admit, they cut a fine figure, both Adonis-like in stature. And I would be lying if I said they’re not wanking material—tall, ripped, asses you can crack nuts with, the body of real soldiers. Their faces angelic, Rogers’ framed with honey-gold locks and Barnes’ with chestnut brown curls.

Apropos soldiers—they’re veterans. Yep, makes them to two real heroes, I guess. Rogers came out of that hell quite unharmed, but Barnes paid a higher price. He lost his left arm to the fight. Sure, the army compensated him with a first-class prostheses, a cybernetic arm, all shiny titanium. For whatever reason, it seems to be quite the fantasy for the ladies here, but it can’t really replace the real thing.

When it comes to their characters—well, that’s a whole other story. Rogers is the more social one. Always ready with an attentive ear for everyone, respectful to the elders in the community, and helpful where he can be. Barnes is more reserved, farouche even. Maybe because of his arm. Though in general, both always have a friendly smile on their face, a cocky grin here, and a respectful greeting there.

Their lifestyle is, indeed, always the talk of the town. Both living together in a tiny apartment over their shop. You can guess how such an arrangement stimulates the imagination of small-minded people.

The men tend to be more pragmatic saying, “They’re both vets. They saw and did things during their service no man should. Of course, they want to be left alone more often than not. And with the way the women in this town prattle and giggle. Who can blame them? But they’re some fine lads.”

The women are often more imaginative.

As for myself, I’m sure—deeply, instinctually sure—they’re as fishy and filthy as the rest of the town. After all, in the end, we’re all wearing masks.

The only problem is that avoiding them is nigh impossible. They have the only mechanic garage for miles, Goddamnit. When your car is broken, tough shit—they’re your only viable option.

I’m still cursing the day when I had to call them because Putin—my car, named jokingly after the Russian President—packed up. I should have expected it, really. It’s a very old Lada my grandfather bequeathed to me after his death. He bought it in Berlin during his stationing as a soldier in the late 80s, and then brought it home. He often told me stories of how his German friend and he used it to smuggle everything from West Berlin to East Berlin and, sometimes, vice versa. His favourite story involved catching a glimpse of Putin, himself, at Checkpoint Charlie. Although, everyone knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yet he swore it until the day he died, and thus, the car earned the name Putin. And the name is still fitting: a death-trap, way past its time for retirement, and the bane of my existence. But I digress.

The first time I met them was actually okay. I can’t really recall the exact circumstances, maybe one night dancing at the bar or out and about at a local funfair. In the end, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is this: it was the first nail in my coffin.

They were friendly, polite, funny—everything the townsfolk usually described them as, but there was a heaviness in the air. The subject of our conversation escaped me. Surely the usual, unimportant small talk like ‘How is work?’, ‘Still unmarried I see’, ‘A nice fella will come and make a real woman out of you soon’. And the only thing you can do is smile, nod like a good puppet, think to yourself that this prick can go fuck themselves, find a shitty excuse to leave, and repeat the same shit with the next person.

But with them—it was as if I was the joke without even realizing it. The skin prickling at the back of my neck, my hairs standing on end. Something set my inner alarm blaring and if I had known what I know now…I would have driven Putin into a very deep, watery grave.

Shit started when that stupid hunk of metal decided to quit its job. I was doing business for Mrs. Baker; a lovely old lady for whom I work.

Usually, I only take care of her accounting. But her only son called in sick—well, really, the sucker either couldn’t hold his liquor or didn’t know his limits—and wasn’t able to do his job. I was asked to do his deliveries. And you can’t exactly say no to an old lady, who’s your boss, and lets you rent for cheap in small town like this without becoming persona non grata.

So, I plastered a smile on my lips, forced out a meek, “Of course, Mrs. Baker. No problem, Mrs. Baker,” and saw to the deliveries as quickly as possible.

Have I already told you that my damn car decided to quit? In the middle of nowhere. I had no other option but to call Stucky’s Garage—God, who came up with that stupid name anyway?

Lucky me, it was just a small problem with the battery. Unlucky me, James ‘call-me-fucking-Bucky’ Barnes was the one I had the honour of working with. That bozo was even creepier than his bestie, Rogers.

But it wouldn’t be the last time I saw him. After that day, the damn car broke down three. more. times.

Have I said it would’ve been a wiser decision to just drown Putin in a very deep lake?

The sun shone bright and warm as I drove home one day. And this bucket of bolts decided it would be a great idea to play ‘Guess Who’s Quitting’—again.

Not again, please, I silently prayed, resting my head against the steering wheel, eyes squeezed shut and a wave of hopelessness washing over me. How is it possible that this damn car kept fucking breaking down? I just had a car repair last week.

I drew a deep breath into my lungs, calming my initial panic. Stucky’s Garage was not an option I wanted to choose. The last three times were uncomfortable enough—Barnes’ leering stare inspecting me like a prized breeding cow. I bet if he could, he would have weighed my breasts like udders, inspected my eyes and teeth for illness, and given me a slap on the ass when he was through and decided to buy me. I didn’t care if they’re well respected and nice to everyone else, every time I found myself around them, a sickening feeling washed over me and my blood ran cold.

I could call the auto shop of the neighbouring town. But fuck, they’re miles away—definitely not gonna drive all the way here. And even if they did come, how was I supposed to explain myself? People would talk when they heard word of it.

What would I say when they asked, “Cutie, what’s with that nonsense?” or confronted me to say, “We’re all a big family. We support each other.” And those would be the G-rated conversations.

Sighing heavily, my only option loomed over me like a weight on my shoulder. So I scrounged around my glovebox, found their card, and extracted my mobile phone from the depths of my backpack. Reluctantly, I typed each number into the keypad and waited with bated breath as the line rang.

“Stucky’s Garage what can I help you with?” greeted a deep, melodic voice.

My eyes closed as I gathered my voice and mumbled in reply, “Yeah. My car. It’s broken…again. It won’t start. I’ve checked everything. Don’t know what the problem is now.”

A sonorous chuckle resounded over the phone speaker in response. “Well, kitty, give me your whereabouts and I’ll pick you up.”

My eyes glanced about my surroundings, muttering my location along the road. And with a final word, the call ended.

Wiping my sweating palms on my baggy jeans, my mind wandered in contemplation. My attention finding a focus on the denim, somewhat peculiar in a town where proper women wore only skirts and dresses. Jeans were for men, baggy and often ill-fitting, paired with a white ribbed tank and a chequered shirt. My fashion choices often made me stick out like a sore thumb, but I had my reasons—one being that pig of a mayor with his wandering hands—reason enough to forgo being considered a true lady.

Lost in thought, Rogers’ truck surprised me as it pulled up to tow my car. My eyes flashed to the clock on my dashboard, mildly stunned by such a hasty arrival. Rogers stepped out of his vehicle, his figure strong and broad, the tails of his open button-down shirt waving in the wind.

“Again, kit-kat”, he laughed, leaning his forearm over the window of my car and lowering himself to catch a peek of me, “It seems you enjoy our services quite a bit.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I rebutted bluntly, “I had my car fixed last week and now it’s wrecked again. I’d say you’re doing a sloppy job.” My fury bled into my tone, vexed by his audacious claim and raring for a fight.

“Now, girlie, you better behave and watch that dirty mouth of yours,” he bit, his tone strict and eyes wild, staring me down as his jaw ticked in irritation.

I choked out a small “sorry,” and climbed quickly into his breakdown vehicle. My mind raced, struck by my knee-jerk response to his ire—that was new, addressing him so weakly. Despite my normal meek and mild demeanour, they never failed to draw out that fighting instinct. My eyes narrowed as I watch him hook up my car to his truck, more wary of him than before.

The truck shifted slightly as he hauled himself into his seat, a heavy sigh breezing past his lips, “I know it’s frustrating that your car keeps breaking down. Tell you what. Today we’ll fix your car for free.” He cut his eyes to me, dark with mischief and desire. His hand reached over to pet my thigh, fingers stoking up and down in a sensual caress. “You know, cause of the sloppy job.” His lips quirked in a cocky smirk—bastard.

I held my tongue and nodded, shifting on my seat to squirm away from his touch.

You’re probably thinking: ‘Oh God. That’s gonna be a long ride.’ You’d have been wrong. It was a blip in comparison to what happened after.

The ride itself didn’t take long and Rogers managed to drive without further inappropriate advances. Unfortunately, the moment he stopped in front of the garage I realized how completely alone I was with the two men whom I despised. My stomach immediately sank with dread.

“Get out and tell Bucky we’re here, will you, kitten?” Rogers requested—though with the brutish grunt of it from his lips, it sounded much more like a demand than an actual question.

My feet found the solid ground outside of his truck, kicking up dust in my wake as I hesitantly scuffed my way into the shop. The air smelled of old oil, rust, wet concrete, and cigarettes. Music drifted around the room, old-fashioned crooners lilting their lyrics as a soundtrack. Something from the 50s or 60s, some of my personal favorites. Frank Sinatra, a man who knew his setbacks, the love of my life. My ear perked up, catching the words as they played from a crackling radio.

I said that's life (That's life)

And as funny as it may seem

Some people get their kicks

Stomping on a dream

But I don't let it, let it get me down

Cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

I reached the counter, a big used book and a bell sitting atop the cracked linoleum. Staring at the bell, I couldn’t bring myself to tap on it and draw attention to myself. Instinct screaming at me to turn around and run away—leave this place and my car and get as far away as possible. Just leave a note and get the hell out of here.

But before I could force my body to move, Rogers suddenly stood behind me, trapping me between him and the counter. His fingers smacked the small mechanism of the bell, the ding shattering any chance I had for a hasty escape. The sharp chime echoed through the room and down the hall. Rogers’ smell invaded my senses, a strong musky scent that tickled my nose.

His breath brushed against my ear, “Kitten, what is wrong with you today? You seem so tense. Here let me help you,” he whispered soothingly to me, like a secret meant for just the two of us.

He started massaging my shoulders, his hands kneading all the knots. I bit back a moan of pleasure. It felt so good—sogood. His fingers pressing against all the tension locking up my back, muscles melting as the stress drained away. Fuck. Never in my whole life had I received such amazing treatment.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice scathingly scolded, ‘Bitch. Focus. He’s touching you without permission,’ but it was so far away, so easy to ignore. And the massage felt so good. I couldn’t help but dissolve into a needy, mewling mess.

“That’s it. That’s it, kitty. Let go,” his voice soothed, lulling me further and further away from rationality.

I didn’t even notice the small rhythmic brushes of his pelvis. How he rubbed his hardening cock against my ass—smoothly, gently. I was so lost in state of needy hunger that I missed Bucky approaching from down the hall, eyes dark and hyper-focused on the scene like a predator.

“Having fun, I see,” he chuckled, an amused smile on his smug face, posing in place like he owned the whole damn world in his stupid blue jumpsuit. The upper part wrapped around his waist, the arms tied in knots, exposing his athletic chest barely covered by the stretched cotton of his white tank.

My eyes caught the glint of his cybernetic arm. The first time I had ever allowed myself to look, curious at the design of the prosthetic. The plates shifted as he flexed and crossed his arms over his chest. Was that clicking coming from his arm?

That noise, that mechanical whirr, was enough to snap me back to my senses. With a heave of force, I pushed Rogers away, leveraging just enough space between the counter and him to squirm out. My cheeks filled with embarrassed heat, mentally berating myself at my folly.

All I wanted was to leave this damn place, so I let that instinct guide me, turning on my heel and ready to run. But before I even took one step, Rogers caught me, holding me tight against him, my back crushed to his chest. One of his arms settled between my breasts, the other wrapping around my belly, yanking my body back around and forcing me to turn my attention to Barnes.

“Now, now. No reason to be embarrassed. In fact, you should feel flattered. Usually, we don’t treat our customers so warmly,” he taunted, cleaning his flesh hand with a dirty cloth and removing the glove from the other. “Furthermore, Steve already told me that we’re fixing your car for free. Sloppy jobs aren’t something we want to be associated with.” He stared at me, a shit-eating, self-satisfied grin stretching his lips—God, I wanted to punch it. “Follow me into the office where we can discuss your problem.” Barnes bid as he turned away and led us back to a small office.

I didn’t want to move. Really, I didn’t. But Rogers had me in such a strong grip and with every step he took, he nudged my feet forward, forcing me to match his progression down the hall. And then there we stood in that damn room, the door locking behind me with a click.

The room was littered with junk, cupboards lining the walls, piled high with papers. A desk sat in the middle, smeared with oil stains and ink smudges. An ashtray pushed to one corner of the desk, filled with a mound of ash and stubbed out gaspers.

Rogers sat on the desk, positioning me to hold me tight while sniffing at my hair like a rabid dog, running his nose over the skin behind my ear. My shirt hung off my shoulders, dishevelled and wrinkled. The strong man and my fear immobilized me while Barnes stood proudly at my front, one hand on his hip, cocky smirk mocking.

“Surely you remember our first encounter,” he said, stalking toward us.

I shook my head in denial, thoughts jumping with each step closer he took. He paused before me, cocky grin melting away, and I tensed. As if it wasn’t enough that Rogers was already violating my personal space, Barnes reached out, stroking my cheek tenderly with so much naked adoration in his eyes—it certainly wasn’t helping me one bit.

“That’s okay,” he assured softly, “We remember. The mask you wore. Always so good. Always a smile on those beautiful lips. Always answering meekly. Always so polite.” He chuckled quietly, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “But we saw through your façade. So much contempt and disdain in those shiny eyes. It’s kinda surprising how much hate fits in such a lovely body.”

My head shook. I didn’t want to hear this—I wanted to get out of here. Wriggling my body, I contorted my posture to push, pull, kick—anything to escape—but Rogers and Barnes held me steady in their unrelenting grasp.

“Yes,” he purred, “the truth hurts. But it’s not like this is news to you.” His voice dropped low, secretive, sultry. “It intrigued us how well you played you part. Always giving your opposite the feeling of superiority, never taking it for yourself. That’s what people like—feeling superior—and if you play your role well enough, they’re willing to pay. Handsomely.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked, needing answers. Because this conversation—or, better, monologue—made my palms sweat and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My initial feeling of dread spread over my whole body, dripping down my spine like molasses.

“Because we want to give you what you really want. Freedom. Freedom from this constricting social cage.” His fingers brushed delicately over my cheek. “I mean, in the end, a wild cat like you doesn’t belong here.” A twinkle glittered in his eyes, shining at me in delight.

A flicker of anger danced through me as I bit out, “Deal.” I jerked my head away from Barnes’ caress. “Let me the hell out of here. I don’t fucking like your games.” My shoulder dug into Rogers as I thrust it back, trying to get away.

“In due time,” he replied cryptically with a brief nod to Rogers, and suddenly I was pressed face first onto the table. Barnes moved behind me, pushing my hips painfully against the edge, resting over me and caging me with his body. “Stevie, hold her arms.”

In a flash—too quick for me to really react—Rogers had my upper arms in a vice-like grip, stretching me out in an awkward position across their desk. Continuing to wriggle like crazy, determined to gain my freedom, the reality slowly set in that I was completely trapped. The fight within me intensified, my lips pulled into a feral snarl as I bucked and kicked back, heated adrenaline rushing through my bloodstream.

“Wild cat. Don’t make things more difficult,” Bucky grunted, tearing at the zip of my jeans and ripping the denim down to my knees, “It will happen one way or another.”

With his foot, he pushed my jeans to my ankles, the sound of his boot thumping against the floor. My knees smacked against each other at the harsh movement, my whole body nearly falling backwards. Only Rogers’ hold on my upper arms, tightening immediately in response to my loss of balance, kept me in my bent position.

“Steady. Steady.” A breathless laugh left Barnes’ mouth. His groping hands pushed my hips back against the edge of the table, pinning me in place. “I imagine you must be totally confused,” he mused, stroking the exposed skin of my rump in a soothing gesture, hovering over me once again. His hands wandered under the hem of my shirt, tracing upward along my side to place his warm palm against my belly and knead the bit of excess flesh there. Though I remained motionless, my teeth ground together, seething at his boldness. But both men paid my ire no mind. And when Bucky was satisfied, he moved on until his fingers graced the underside of my breasts. Stroking the skin there delicately but refraining from really touching them.

Humiliation surged hot up my spine, splashing across my cheeks, which I tried to hide in the crook of my arms. But Rogers kept them firm in his control, giving me no leeway to hide from my violation.

Barnes dipped his head closer to me, his breath tickling me at the nape of my neck, “I know you’re scared,” he crooned into my ear, “but this will be good for you—for us.” His hand cupped my tits, kneading them lewdly, rolling my nipples between his pinched fingers and sending little jolts of pleasure down to my pussy. Small moans escaped my lips, forced out from his ministrations even as I tried to bite them back.

My chest rose and fell heavily with my gasping breaths. And Barnes took my reluctantly debauched state as a signal to move to the next level.

“Stevie, hold her tight. She’s gotta stay put.”

Barnes lowered himself down to his knees, hooking his fingers into my white panties and pulling them carefully down, until his view of my ass was unobstructed. My legs shivered. From what, I didn’t know—the cool air, the fear, the potential for pleasure, the adrenaline.

“We’re not gonna hurt you. Never,” Steve rasped, blue eyes blown black with lust, his fingers gently stroking the skin of my upper arms, even as he held me tight.

The vulnerability of my position gnawed at my guts, a nauseous, terrified feeling. The newness of this situation added to the sickness—never had I let a man so close to my most intimate parts—but Barnes didn’t care.

He spread my legs as wide as the taut fabric of my jeans would allow and dove in, lapping doggedly at my lower lips and clit. Nothing could prepare me for a sensation so new, so foreign. I shrieked at the first contact of his tongue and tried to escape, pushing my weight on my hands and tipping forward to stand on my toes.

Steve only laughed, preventing any further movement and pushing my upper body back to lean on my elbows. His fingers brushed over the apples of my cheek, a warm caress, as he tilted his face dangerously close to mine.

“This is important,” he assured, eyes sparkling with an adoring stare. “We need to bond.” His teeth flashed at me when he smiled, the expression making my knees weak. “You know, men fall in love with a woman before sex.” His fingers continued to brush over my cheeks, my skin prickling under his touch. “Women fall in love afterwards. We already love you. We love you somuch.” His voice dropped to a low whisper, his words ringing in my ears like a sinister threat. “Now it’s your turn.”

Before my mind could even fathom the stupidity of his statement, Steve’s lips descended, capturing mine in a tender kiss. Working together with Bucky’s ministrations, my mind whirled, too distracted to form even one clear thought.

It was just too much.

Though Steve started kissing me softly, almost chaste presses of his lips against mine—small butterfly kisses that intoxicated me—they soon turned sloppy, wild, feverish. Throaty, whining mewls rushed past my lips, but Steve swallowed every noise I made, muffling me with flicks of his tongue.

Steve assaulted my senses from the front, Bucky from the rear—his needy mouth sucking at my folds, licking with the flat of his tongue from my hole to my clit, thrusting inside my fluttering walls.

I freed my lips from Steve’s, gasping in desperately needed air. He allowed me the short reprieve, but kept my face close. Exchanging breaths between our gaping mouths, his breath fanning into mine, my moans responding in answer.

“Bucky, I think she’s close,” Steve groaned, eyes flitting briefly over my shoulder before returning to my face.

A sharp, surprised shriek punched out of my lungs, my pleasure killed in an instant. Jerking away from Bucky, my nose pushed into Steve’s cheek, shock coursing through my veins. What the actual fuck—that ass just bit me, that fuckhead really just bit my pussy, hard.

“Bucky is a bit of a biter,” Steve explained easily with a laugh.

I moved my face away from his as much as he’d allow and stared into his eyes, dumbfounded. No shit.

Steve only laughed harder in response, his fingertips digging into my cheeks. Even Bucky joined in the amusement, chuckling into my sensitive folds, another brush of his teeth over my swollen flesh prompting my hips to jolt away. But with their combined grip, even in their mirth, they didn’t let me get far.

Slowly, Bucky stood from his position behind me, nibbling on my inner thighs and my rump. His legs pressed to the back of mine as he loosened up the knot of his sleeves around his hips, jostling the rest of his jumpsuit until it hit the floor. He shoved up my shirt, kissing along my spine until he draped over me again, pressing his nose to the back of my neck. His feet shuffled forward that miniscule bit more to press our bodies flush together. The air whooshed out of my lungs as his teeth nipped at my nape, his facial hair tickling over my skin.

His dick slotted against my pussy lips. His pelvis rocking languidly, coating his cock with my arousal.

Panic lanced through me, feeling the heated weight of his girth so close to my entrance—a slap of reality splashing over me. Like a wild, captured animal I wriggled my body—once again fighting to get free.

But my movements had the opposite effect from my aim, Bucky groaning deeply, his hard cock pressing more insistently between my folds. I ceased my struggle immediately, but the damage was done. He nearly collapsed on top of me, rutting against me whilst restraining my movements. Only Steve supported us on the desk, holding my arms diligently.

Steve caught my face before it could hit the sturdy wood, his large hand engulfing the right side in a touch too hot.

My eyes met his, pleading, “You said you want me to be free. So let me go. I don’t want this.” Tears pricked the back of my eyes, threatening to spill out and down my cheeks.

“Wild cat,” he cooed in response, “Everything has its price. You of all people should know that.”

As if to punctuate his partner’s remark, Bucky thrust into me. Never in my whole life had I felt so stuffed and full. With every inch Bucky pressed into me, he groaned and panted harder, the caress of his breath fanning across my skin.

“Fuck, kit-kat. You’re so damn tight. Made for my cock,” he moaned, throaty and guttural—more like an animalistic growl than any man-made noise.

The pain of being split on Bucky’s cock was not bad—physically. But, God, why was this situation so fucked up? I wasn’t supposed to like it. Yet I could not deny that I felt the slick drip of my juices down my thighs.

I took a deep breath, centring myself so I could form some cohesive thought. Calm down. A natural reaction of the body is to protect itself from any harm. Deep breaths. Stay calm. This didn’t mean anything.

It didn’t take long to become somewhat accustomed to his intrusion inside me. And, as if psychic, he chose that moment to start moving his hips gently, pulling out and pushing in. It felt good—too good. My teeth sank into my lower lip and my fingers curled, scrambling for purchase on the wood top of their desk.

Bucky’s tentative jolts quickly turned into something more deliberate. One hand gripping my hip, the other—the metal one—cupping my belly again. His fingers pressed against my flesh, the bulge of him inside me appearing and disappearing with each thrust of his dick. He groaned, long and low and deep.

“Kitten, feel this,” he prompted, grasping my left hand and placing it on my belly. He secured my hand in place with his metal one, interlacing his fingers with mine.

It felt so strange, feeling him thrust inside me, feeling the shape of his cock enter and re-enter, feeling his metal hand clasping mine. It was intoxicatingly, perversely erotic and I couldn't help but moan.

My orgasm built slowly, so lost in pleasure that I missed Steve letting go of my arms, stepping away from us. But then I registered his presence somewhere behind me.

“Bucky, baby, lift your shirt. Give me a good show,” he rasped, breathy and tense.

Bucky grunted in annoyance, but straightened his posture, allowing Steve a full view of our bonding. Metal fingers retracted from mine, his hand moving from my belly. He told me to stay in place, his left hand mimicking his right and clamping over my hip.

My eyes flicked over my shoulder, catching sight of Steve shoving his jean under his ass, enough to free his cock, stroking it slowly and massaging his tip.

“I don’t think I can’t hold it any longer,” Bucky panted, fingers pulsing around my hips, digging into my skin, sure to leave bruises. “She’s too damn tight and so warm. Fuck, best pussy I’ve ever had.” His movements became more erratic, pushing my hips upward into a strange angle so that the brush of his pelvis assaulted my clit.

And, Goddamn it, if that wasn’t exactly what I needed. I came. Hard. With a silent scream on my lips, a deep guttural moan bubbling up behind it.

Bucky followed me into his climax moments later, the sensation of his warm spend spurting into me accompanied by the sudden heavy weight of his body. Our chests heaved with deep inhales of much-needed oxygen, our respective highs flushing through our systems. His breath brushed across my shoulder as he peppered small kisses everywhere he could reach. He buried his nose at the base of my hairline, whispering a small, breathless, “Hot bitch,” like a sweet nothing.

When he found his strength, Bucky pushed up to hover over me again. His cybernetic hand touched my throat, forcing my face to meet his. He bent to give me a chaste kiss, leaning his forehead gently against mine. His eyes closed, a content expression painting his features.

Absurdly, that felt more intimate than the sex itself. Just then, a thought sprang to mind—that was our first kiss. The whole time he never kissed me, only Steve. A confused intrigue fluttered in my belly.

“Bucky. Move.”

Reluctantly, Bucky let go of me, huffing in irritation at Steve’s impatience.

My limbs felt like jelly, Bucky’s cum running down my thighs in globs and I barely had the strength to hold myself up. But before I fell Steve caught me, swiftly flipping my body around and until my back met the table.

Sweat clung to my body, the exertion finally taking its toll. But in the end, I honestly didn’t care anymore. I knew what happened next and had no strength to fight it.

While Steve took his time, pulling off my shoes and removing my jeans, freeing me from the makeshift restraints, Bucky pulled up his jumpsuit and dragged a chair next to the table. His eyes remained locked on my form, as he adjusted his seat to find the perfect spot. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers again, resting our hands on the table next to my head.

My mind floated, lost in the foggy absurdity of the moment, when Steve suddenly grabbed my legs and dragged me closer. I squeaked—a pathetic sound—and scrambled for a hold on his biceps for some sort of security.

“My beautiful wild cat,” Steve purred, bending over me with a glint of dark lust in his eyes. “Now it’s time to love me.” He captured my lips with his, his cock splitting me open and hitting home.

So here I am—and this shit is definitely far from over. But when did I start calling them by their first name?

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king

I've been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing

Each time I find myself laying flat on my face

I just pick myself up and get back in the race

#stucky x reader #dark stucky #tw rape #reader insert #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark fic #mechanic stucky #modern au #tw non con #tw dub con #dark fanfiction

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namjooningelsewhere · 3 years

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Say Yes Maybe?

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Lovers to soulmates, lots of fluff!!!

Rating : 18+

Summary - It's Jungkooks birthday and a plan for a mini vacation is on. It has to be the best birthday ever and you were planning to make it the even more memorable.

The boys were supposed to back today from their tour after a long long time and i had missed him a million much, It was hard him not being around. It was hard to sleep with the empty bedside when i knew he would be right there most of the times to wake me or rather smother me with the best kisses- My Kookie.

I wrote a one-shot for first time, hope you like it, please do let me know your feedbacks would mean a lot.

Though this year marked a different beginning for me as i was sure of one thing i wanted to make this birthday the best for him. I had a surprise trip planned ahead for Jungkook. I had figured it out with Namjoon in accordance with their dates and i was going to surprise him at the airport.

I was waiting in the private lounge when i got the arrived text message from namjoon. Somehow they walked cluelessly and Jungkook froze the second he saw me, he couldn't absolute figure what i was doing at the airport in a private lounge. Namjoon smiled at me and tapped him on the back- Have fun buddy. Everyone gave me a teasing wink and left.

Jungkook was beyond amazed and he just kept staring which made me chuckle. "Baby what are you doing here?" and what's all this? What were those looks for?" He couldn't help but just ambush me with his questions. "Kookie relax I'm not kidnapping you." I said.

"That doesn't answer my question though." He sulked. We are going somewhere. I tried giving him a hint. There was a gleam in his eyes ."Where?" he asked with an amused look in his eyes. "Maybe i am whisking you away for your birthday?" I asked is that information enough for you as of now kookie? I asked innocently.

I let the destination remain a secret for now enveloping his boarding passes in a sticker so he couldn't figure where we were headed. It was a short flight considering he flew non stop for 18 hours but it was only a short while that we reach our destination to give him the surprise of his life.

It was two years since we started dating and it was an absolute roller coaster ride with kookie, There was never a dull day with him around and he made sure of that even when he was away. Of course we had our share of ups and downs but again it was normal to happen. But there was nothing Jungkook's kisses couldn't fix.

It was almost evening when we reached our destination. He went running like a excited child ready to explore whatever was thrown at him and you enjoyed watching him. We stepped out of the airport he dropped the bag he was carrying signing a no way with those doe eyes, All i could was smile at this bunny of my boyfriend- "Welcome to Milan, My love"

It was like a dream come true to me i always wanted a road trip and with man of my dreams and now i happened to have both of that and i knew i wanted to make this the most special birthday of his life, one which will be a fond memory to both of us. We checked in to the hotel to rest for the night before we left for our road trip.

It was so good to be with Jungkook finally, to feel his arms wrapped around me while we stood gazing at the window, Or his hands that cleaned me when we had shower together. We cuddled like nobody's business and fell asleep in each others arms tired yet content to be each others arms for the night. Just our kind of night.

The next morning was a fresh start since we just waited for our breakfast while a ride arrived honking infront of the bnb. I gave our copy of documents to the person and looked at the beauty of the car, she was an vintage beauty but very gorgeous. "Baby this is umm really sweet was all Jungkook could manage before he pulled me into a bear hug.

We drove through the countryside in Piacenza, It was a beautiful place by with open farms, picturesque villages with a typical rustic northern Italy atmosphere. We just grabbed something to eat and left on our way. It was a sight to watch Jungkook's hair in the wind looked like a sight i would die for.

I clicked as many impromptu candid, Fake candid's of him when he tried to pout in most of them, But i wasn't at fault either, Why would you hold back if you have a muse like ? He was such a sweetheart and his excitement had me bubbling inside, This guy had me falling in love with him more and more.

We stopped at Cinque Terre for the night, and god damn that place, i was speechless once i saw the place while i booked it online. It was a rustic cottage stay by the beach. It was beautifully laid out in the landscapes of olives, and wild flowers. The night was spent drinking wine lots and lots of it and some wild love making. I'm sure everyone around must have heard it.

I woke up to the sound of water gushing, and an empty bedside. I wore his shirt and just peeped in from the balcony, There was the man washing the car, Jungkook looked like a sin washing the car shirtless with a track, almost wet hair and those abs that flexed whenever he stretched to wipe the surface.

This man was going to be the death of me. I called him casually, he came running to me, "Good morning beautif.. Before he could complete i crashed him to the wall and kissed him which well ended up in a lot of heated make out and a lot of morning sex. "It was the fucking carwash isn't it?" He said grinning from ear to ear. "Nope, It was the shirtless Jungkook, hair wet and the abs." I chimed. He froze to the detailed description before pulling me in to smother his Jungkook kisses.

We drove through the Pisa had our share of touristy vibe of the leaning tower of Pisa before we headed to San Milato in the Tuscan countryside. It was supposed to be three days on the road before it was time for Jungkook's birthday and i had certain plans to celebrate so we had to make sure we had to reach Naples.

It was finally his birthday eve and we spent the night in the calmness by the sea a bonfire some marshmallows and some cake which happened to be utilized in a lot of other ways later. "Happy birthday baby" I said as we laid on the sands for the night.

It was in the evening, i had planned a surprise for him at the private beach by the hotel, It was more of a candle light celebration with some music and a dance maybe with the most handsome and hottest man in this world Jeon Jungkook.

It was after the celebration that we sat on the cliff by the sea with some dim lighting which were making the view even more beautiful. I sat with him with my head on his shoulder and hands intertwined in his. "Baby this is the most beautiful birthday ever, Thankyou for just bringing me here with you so unexpectedly, Thankyou for the amazing time we had and for everything. I love you doll, I just wish the time freezes here forever with you right here next to me." He said almost in tears.

"Then make it, I said taking my cue to ask what i wanted to right since the first day i started planning this trip. "As in?" He questioned.

"Jungkook i don't know how to say this without scaring you away, but i think I've fallen in love with you beyond anything and it would be the best thing in this whole fucking world to wake up next to you, grow old with you just tolerate those lame jokes you make, just drool over you the way i do, and let you convince me for anything with those puppy eyes for the rest of my life. Jeon Jungkook Will you marry me please?" I completed getting down on one knee for the man of my life.

He stood there frozen at his place and it almost made me think he was going to say no, my world was spinning right next to my eyes and i managed to control a sob. "kookie you don't have to answer me just yet if you don't-- He swiped me off the ground hugging me "Yes baby yes.... I am the luckiest person you know", He said with a sparkle in his eyes. I took out the box i got from my purse with his name engraved on it. "Baby where do i go for a ring" he whined. "Its okay baby i can have mine when we go back."

The next two days were spent in holding hands, making love, visiting historical places and driving by the countryside eating pizza, drinking wine, going all touristy before it was time to go back home to getting back to people who i badly wanted to celebrate with. Celebrate me and my kookie, celebrate US!!!

#bts jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook #jk headers #jk icons #jk gifs #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #proposal #roadtrip #milan #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts scene #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #bts x you

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chidoroki · 3 years

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Norman - 22194

March 21st is here and it’s time for yet another birthday post. I already rambled on about Emma and Ray on their special days, so now it’s finally time to complete this full-score tradition with Norman. It might not be as detailed or long as the other two, since he was absent for a good chunk of the story, but it doesn’t make him any less important! I’ll be honest now, the boy isn’t my favorite character (he doesn’t place anywhere in my top ten for this series either) so I probably missed some moments worth mentioning but I did my best to praise this child anyway!

(spoilers for the entirety of The Promised Neverland, so if you haven’t read/completed the manga yet, consider this your first warning, because I’m once again going from start to finish with this.)

Since I want to stay consistent with the other two posts, this will focus on the manga timeline, as season 2 is, well.. it’s own thing. I’ll mention some things but don’t count on much. With that, let’s go.

- He achieves a perfect score on Grace Field’s daily tests, alongside Emma and Ray.

- He is, without a doubt, the smartest kid the house has ever seen, as he passes each test flawlessly and has maintained a 300 average.

- He’s a complete strategist who is capable of achieving victory (even in something simple as tag) by observing his opponents moves and analyzing their weaknesses in order to counter.

- Knows how to pick locks. The scene from ch1 was left out but we see him doing so later on in ep02.

- Stays relatively positive and calm after learning about the truth of the farm.

- Even going as far as giving Emma a reassuring smile, which I think is impressive given the literal nightmare fuel they’ve just witnessed.

- I’m giving him half credit for suggesting the idea of there being tracking devices, since anime has him reveal this possibility while in manga it’s Emma.

- Both of them realize what determines the shipping order and that the demons favor their brains.

- This silly panel that I love dearly.

- Made sure to do a sweep of the entire house beforehand to make sure their escape planning doesn’t get pick up on.

- Figures out that Isabella only knows the children’s locations when she checks the tracker and that it can’t identify who is who.

- Has the nerve to lie right to Isabella’s face.. not that she believes it, but still gutsy nonetheless.

- Knowing the house probably wouldn’t have any rope, it was his idea to use the spare tablecloths.

- Had a feeling that Ray would reveal the harsh reality of how dangerous it would be to escape with all the children, which turns out to be correct.

- His laugh in ep02 is so precious.

- This statement being 100% accurate.

- Manages to convince the logical Ray, who we know now has spent many years coming up with a solid, safer escape plan, to join in and assist with their crazy and reckless plan instead. Having Ray on their side also grants them many advantages.

- Absolutely hates to lose, which is a good mentality to have in a world where your life is a stake and your time is limited, which eventually leads him to consider every possible opportunity to stay ahead of his enemies throughout the remainder of the story.

- Realizes that the trackers must only send out a signal upon being broken, which we found out to be true in Ray’s one-shot chapter.

- - Him looking completely terrified in this panel.

- He managed to catch all the Grace Field kids in a game of tag even after they received advice from Ray about how to survive longer.

- The goddamn intimidating energy he gives off here is fantastic.

- Despite his body being physically weak, he manages to survive and win against Krone during their game of tag.

- Just like Ray some couple chapters ago, Norman is completely serious about this idea.

- Suspects there’s a traitor among the kids and swiftly comes up with a plan to lure them out.

- This panel of him “dead” from the first side story.

- He has a feeling the spy is Ray, so he moves up the day of the escape to catch him off guard and send him into a panic.

- Even though the anime didn’t include it, he managed to throw off Krone as well with some fake footprints to keep her off their backs.

- Was honestly considering on leaving the spy behind while the rest of them escaped, though he doesn’t seem real happy about the idea, considering the traitor is Ray.

- His plan on fishing out the spy was flawless as he finally calls Ray out by revealing that the information he gave about the ropes and where he hid them were fake locations.

- Not only was Ray the first one Norman suspected, but he caught onto him way back when Krone first came to the house. All the information Ray was feeding them helped Norman come to this conclusion as well.

- Along with Emma’s words about believing that no one in their family is truly bad, Norman refrains from cutting Ray off to allow him to become their trump card. This was a risky move itself, knowing Ray could sell both him & Emma out at any time. Norman tends to prioritize victory, so while staying alive is absolutely necessary and that could’ve been achieved without Ray (as he could’ve just used Ray then ditch him later), he still decides to make the offer as realizes that in order defeat Isabella, Ray’s full cooperation is essential.

- Realizes that it was Ray who hid Little Bunny in the first place and lead Norman and Emma to investigate the gate that night, which leads him to believe that Ray isn’t really an enemy.

- He’s also left handed. Yes, that’s important. Not only for later in the story but because we’re superior. I’m sorry y’all had to find out this way.

- This stupid, little face he makes.

- Suspects that Ray doesn’t actually plan on escaping at all and intends to kill himself.

- Just like Emma and Ray, Norman also recognizes and understands morse code.

- Look at this precious child, not even angry after getting punched and knocked over. (because i certainly would be)

- Finds Ray’s hidden supply of oil which confirms the method for his future suicide. This also helps Norman later on when he comes up with a refined escape plan by using the fire Ray plans to start.

- Figures out Krone’s true intention about why she wants to join forces with the kids in the first place.

- He ends up accepting Krone’s offer anyway, because despite the large risk, any information that can snag out of her would benefit them.

- You mad lad, look at you, taunting the bringer of death yet again while a smile on your face.

- And he still manages to find some strength to smile while upon death’s door.

- Not for long though, as once he’s given the chance to be alone, he finally breaks down. Having the cup overflow with water really helps demonstrate how impactful the thought of dying hit him as Norman was overcome with so many emotions that he didn’t even have the strength to hold onto the cup or his facade. It’s then he starts to feel scared and sorry for himself but away from Emma and Ray’s eyes as to not worry them.

- His entire internal monologue as he comes to terms with his unfortunate situation and flips back to his determined “I can’t lose” attitude to help everyone else escape. Also, his theme ‘22194’ hits especially hard.

- For someone with weak, physical abilities, he manages to climb the wall on his own.

- Though the cliff stopped his escape, he used that opportunity to survey the surrounding area of the entire farm to rely his findings to the duo and provide them a safer escape route.

- Completely adamant about his decision to accept his shipment in order to give the rest of his family a chance to escape. (hell, id’ be terrified right now)

- This hug that is sure to break everyone’s hearts.

- Quick to react to Emma’s last ditch effort and prevented her from slamming her already busted up leg into the ground.

- Not only did he predict that Ray would start a fire to distract Isabella and on which day, he also left behind the pen and key he received from Krone along with a new, detailed plan (which he managed to come up with in only a few hours by the way) that would allow the kids to cross over the cliff.

(post season one spoilers below. again, focusing on the manga timeline, so any new season 2 events will be mentioned sparingly.)

- Like Ray, Norman was able to figure out how the pen worked well enough to see Minerva’s message regarding B06-32.

- Since he doesn’t show up again for quite some time post-escape, there isn’t much to talk about.. but at least I can make fun of him thanks to extra pages, like how he wouldn’t have enough strength to use a bow.

- But hey, props to s2ep10 for actually giving us Norman shooting an arrow. He was pretty decent with it too, as he hit his target on the first try behind a darn smokescreen. The manga did show him holding a bow in ch161, but that’s it.

- Not relevant to the actual story at all, but his smarts certainly make anything possible.

- I’m sorry but these tiny failures of his bring me great joy.

- Though the tests at Lambda are harder than those at Grace Field, Norman still managed to get every question correct. Every single day he was there. Even when the facility manages to increase the difficulty of the tests, he continues to pass each one with flying colors.

- Since he noticed someone who’s right handed also takes the same tests he does, he makes an attempt to communicate with them via a Rubik’s cube. He waits patiently for five months until he finally gets a response from Vincent around Christmas 2046.

- Dealt with the experiments/drugs that were forced onto him and the seizures that resulted from them.

- Even with the tight security and surveillance, he somehow acquired explosives and successfully blow up Lambda and escapes with the survivors.

- Again, not significant to the story, but seriously dude? You just fainted and yet you still get this crazy question right effortlessly?

(post time-skip)

- Contacts Lucas moments before the B06-32 shelter gets blown up and gives him the numeric code that eventually leads Emma’s group to the “Jaw of Lion.”

- Destroyed numerous mass production farms since his escape from Lambda.

- As well as save countless children from other farms and used the Paradise shelter found by Smee’s network to give them a sense of safety and taste of a normal life.

- The darn glow-up he receives, like sweet lord child, are you sure you’re still 13??

- - His cute, squishy cheeks though!

- He may look like he’s in his thirties, but still has the strength of a child. (see anime? this is how strong ray’s slap should have been!)

- Learned a great deal of demon history and gave that lengthy lesson about the demon’s genetics and how they inherit the characteristics of whatever they eat and evolve accordingly.

- With Emma’s wish about saving everyone and lively happily still on his mind, he thought of a safe and certain method in order to create such a future for all the children raised as food.. which ends up being complete extermination of all the demons caused by a civil war. His plan also includes ending the Ratri clan as well. How cheerful.

- Are you surprised to learn that Norman getting tackled by the younger kids is my favorite panel of him?

- You weak, little bean, I’m sorry I enjoy making fun of you so much.

- Successfully forms an alliance with Lord Geelan and his clan by offering revenge on the royal family, the five regent houses, as well as the Ratri clan, thus putting Geelan in full control. In return, it would grant Norman the full release of farm children, permission to self-govern and some much needed power in terms of demon strength.

- He knows full well that the entire alliance is a lie and both parties are only using each other, though in works in his favor, as it will send the demons to destroy each other without the lose of any human lives.

- This absolute powerful panel that the anime decided “nah, we’re gonna change this too” because they’re cowards.

- Narrowed down possible locations on where to find Sonju and Mujika. Sure it was with the intention of killing our demon friends but his map was accurate.

- Survived who knows long with his seizures at level 4, and because of his severe condition, he’s completely set on following through his plan and succeeding before his time runs out.

- Seems to enjoy blowing stuff up, such as the imperial city’s bridges to send the place into a panic and trap all the citizens.

- Advised the Lambda crew on how to effectively fight against the queen by attacking relentlessly.

- Let loose a poison that causes not only normal demons to degenerate, but the royal family as well, such as the five regent heads and the queen who’s name is too long and complicated for me to ever remember, who all have the cursed blood. (at least that’s how effective it was in manga, in anime it did absolutely nothing to vylk)

- He somehow managed to learn, speak and understand the demon language, which, according to Shirai (vol16 author notes), is actually an uncommon language nowadays. (and we’ll unfortunately never know how this language actually sounds, thank anime..)

- Do I even praise him for killing a demon and well.. all this? Sure in the anime he tried killing Vylk, but old demon was fair more innocent compared to the royal family, so I have no idea.

- I will give season 2 some credit and say I prefer their take on the “right now you look like a small child, shaking with fear” panel.

- But not too much credit, as they didn’t give us the full trio hug as the manga did!

- Then again the anime did have him about to apologize to Vylk and Demon Emma for his actions, which is something, I suppose? since in ch154 he says he didn’t regret killing the queen and royals, which I guess is justified because they were the bigger problem, but oh well.

- Might have apologized to Ayshe for killing her father? Can’t be sure but that’s the unanimous consensus in the fandom right?

- Instantly comes up with counter moves and directions for the entire group upon hearing the enemies locations from Vincent during the GF raid.

- I honestly can’t look at this panel anymore and not laugh about it.. because reasons.

- He just keeps on winning. (also he looks real good here, i’ll give him that.)

- He and everyone else are skeptical about there being no “reward,” and for rightfully so.

- Upon learning that Emma is missing after everyone crossed over to the human world, they all adopt her optimistic attitude and swear to find her no matter where she might be.

- After a stressful two year search, the kids finally find Emma and Norman is so overcome with emotion that he busts out into tears of joy, despite finding out that she lost her memories due to the reward. All that matters to him is that Emma was safe and happy and he accepts her just the way she is.

And I guess.. that’s it. I’m sorry again, I know this is truly the weakest post out of the trio and I have no doubt I glanced over a whole bunch of great moments but it still had to be done! Making fun of him probably wasn’t the best thing to do on his special day either, but I assure you this child is very powerful. Who else do you know that is capable of sending an entire fandom into a panic and rage furiously by just simply showing up?

Ah ha okay, now I’m done. In all seriousness though, this lad is great and through everything he has endured, he definitely deserves to be celebrated today, so happy birthday to our boy Norman!

#the promised neverland #norman #tpn norman #tpn manga #tpn anime #chidoroki used chatter

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bakubitch-minusultra · 3 years

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Not Alone: Chapter Twelve

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P

-> Word Count: 4.2k

-> Warnings: talk abt breeder farms, cooking/killing a bunny lol

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat @zphilophobiaz

People pass by Y/n, becoming a sea of faces. All she could think was how she would get Mina back too. She would do anything to get Mina back. It seemed that it had become her centennial project. She wondered if she would ever just have the people who had become her new family all together, or would she die still looking for one.

“Where did they take her?” Y/n asked again. The huge boys hug and mess with each other’s hair. She wanted to shout but Bakugo saved her the trouble.

He looked around, “Where’s Mina?”

“Hunters got her two days ago. She went looking for Y/n and I heard her screaming at the edge of the field. I couldn’t run. They took her in a truck.”

“I’m so sorry Kirishima.”

He shook his head, “Y/n you went for food after you went for medicine to save me. None of this is your fault. We’ll get her back.” He looked at Bakugo and smiled. “I can’t believe you’re alive man.”

Bakugo ruffled Kirishima’s hair again, “You too shitty hair. You should have died a long time ago with your survival skills.”

Kirishima laughed, “Mina.”

“We need to get her back shitty hair.”

Kirishima nodded. Y/n couldn’t pretend that everything was warm and fuzzy.

She shoved him, “So how did you end up here? Why didn’t you stay at the farmhouse in the barn bunker?”

“I tried to go after them. I went over the hill and broke the branches like you told me. I knew you’d find me.” He shook his head at Bakugo. “She’s like a fucking terminator.”

Bakugo laughed, “I know.”

Kirishima fixed his hair, “Anyway, I came here yesterday. They all know you Bakugo.”

Bakugo shrugged, “I made friends at camp shitty hair.”

Y/n hated the way he called him shitty hair. She hated Bakugo in a horrid way. She wished he was at the breeder camp instead of Mina. Him and his girlfriend in the shorts. They have their mini reunion. She turned away and walked to the nearest small tent. She looked in the flap. A younger looking guy was asleep inside. Half his face was burnt. She walked from one small tent to the next, until she found one with a man with blond hair holding a pen and looking at a map that was spread across a table.

“Are you Monoma?” He nodded, but looked at Y/n suspiciously. “I need to know where the closest breeder camp is.”

He chuckled, “You aren’t thinking about volunteering are you? The food’s not that bad here.” She doesnt laugh, instead she looked at the map. She didn’t know how to read maps. She added it to the list of things her father should’ve taught her.

“My friend was taken. I need her back.”

He started laughing again, “What do you plan on doing?”

She looked up into his periwinkle blue eyes and stare him down, “I’m going to get her back.”

“Look, I get you’re upset but there is no getting them back. They go in and nine years later they get a nice house in the city. It’s not a baf gig. They get healthy food and a place to sleep. Your life here is harder.” She felt her face change. He put his hands up defensively, “Look we have bigger fish to fry than worry about one girl at a breeder farm.” He turned his back on her and looked at the wall of the tent where other maps were hung. She felt her fingers twitch. She wanted to pull an arrow. She left the tent disheartened and lost.

“Y/n where’d you go?”

She looked up at Bakugo and Kirishima walking toward her. She scrunched up her face and walked away from them both. She didn’t know how to be dramatic. She felt the need burning inside of her, but she didn’t physically know how to get angry without using her hands. She walked to a group of ladies who were standing around a fire.

She smiled sweetly and looked at the one who looked most like her mother did, “Hi.”

“Hi sweetie.” The rebellion people were nice.

“Do you know where the nearest breeder camp is?”

She frowned, “Yeah.” She looked over at a dark strawberry blonde who had a scar along her mouth, “Beth where was that camp that you all saw not far from here?”

“South east, over two small mountains and a ghost town. Used to be a place called Licoln there. Stay on the outskirts of that place.”

“Thanks so much.”

“You aren’t trying to go there, are you?”

Y/n shook her head, “No way. Just wanted to know where my friend went. Her nine years is almost up.”

The lady with the scar laughed bitterly, “Honey she aint coming back out here to shit in a ditch. She’ll get herself a nice place in the city. I hear they even got air conditioning again.”

A lady with a t-shirt with a big tongue on it laughed, “Oh girl, what I would do for air conditioning.” They all laughed and it made Y/n grin. She walked away from them and went back to the small tent. The man looked less than pleased to see that she was there.

“Really, you’re back again. Look I’m not sending a bunch of men to their death over some girl.”

“I’m not asking you for a thing. I just want to see the map.”

He held his arm out at the one on the table, “Have at it.” She looked at the compass on the map.

“Where are we?” He dropped a finger onto the map next to a blue line. She dragged her finger southeast to the place that said Licoln. She looked up at him, “Which way is south east from here?” He pointed to the back of the tent where the other maps were. He was blocking her view of them on purpose. “Thanks.” She started to walk in the direction he had told her.

Her quiver wasn’t very full. Normally she would make arrows once a month but she hadn’t had a chance in the last month. Nothing had been the way it would have been back at the cabin. She thought about the moment she stood at the door as Mina knocked outside of it. She remembered the regret. She saw Kirishima and Bakugo and started to walk faster. She didn’t know what to say, but running away from them seemed like a pretty good idea. Kirishima still has a limp, but they move quickly.

“Y/n wait up,” Kirishima shouted. She wanted to be alone. It figured the only boys she’s ever liked had to be friends. Her mom would have been proud. She too had a thing for friends.

Fingers bit into Y/n’s arm and spun her around.

Bakugo towered over her, “What are you doing?” He looked annoyed.

She pulled her arm away from him, “I’m going to find her.” She looked at Kirishima, “Stay here and get better. That leg isn’t going to heal with you walking around so much.” He looked hurt.

Bakugo grabbed her arm again, “Y/n we aren’t going to let you run off half cocked. We need a plan.” She felt angry, maybe it was because she liked them both or maybe it was because they’re not running after Mina, like she expected they would.

She glared at Kirishima, “When you fell in that holse she did the bravest thing I have ever seen anyone do. She told me that she didn’t care if I shot her but I had to come find you.”

He shook his head, “We need a plan.”

She pointed south, “There’s a three day hike, we can plan on the way.”

Bakugo’s grip on her arm tightened, “We’ll be down a mountain and in the woods alone with no resources when we find her. What plan can you come up with there?”

Y/n shook her head again, “I’ve made it this far without anyone.” She pulled her arm free and took a step back, “I don’t need either of you.” She felt something in her stomach. She should’ve grabbed food. She started her hike. She realized she not only had a plan but that she was starving. She heard their footsteps behind her.

“She’s really stubborn.” Kirishima tried to whisper, but Y/n could hear him.

“I noticed that. How’s the leg?” Y/n made a face but didn’t look back at them.

“Good. She did surgery on it. I don’t think I’ll ever win the Boston Marathon if it comes back in style.” Bakugo snorted, Y/n wanted to laugh, but she was pissed off.

“Mina been a handful?”

Kirishima laughed, “Oh my god. The year she started the road to womanhood was the beginning of the end. Oh my god it was so bad.”

Y/n felt her face flush with heat. She remembered getting her first period and cringed. She had thought she was dying for a few days. She had to read an encyclopedia on health in order to find the answers she had been looking for. She made rags and stayed indoors. She rubbed clary sage oil on her stomach for the cramping and put warm compresses on her stomach. It was the first thing she added to the list of things he should have told her about. Being twelve and alone in the forest was daunting. Bleeding every month for no reason was much worse.

She realized how far ahead of them she was when she came out of her daydream and couldn’t hear them. She looked back. They were laughing and walking like it was a stroll in the park. She glanced up in the trees to see the guard strategically placed. She knew they were still safe from the others but she couldn’t imagine laughing and joking and catching up the way they were.

She walked faster. She missed the silence and uncomplicated days of traveling with Hades. He would hunt and they would touch each other every now and again but neither of them needed to make a sound. She looked back at Kirishima and noticed the way he lumbered through the woods and let out a sigh. The bottom of the mountain led to a valley and she climbed a tree and sat on a sturdy branch.

“What do you see?”

“A highway. There’re cars on it, they’re burned.” It frightened Y/n. Scavengers were always nearest to the old remains. She stayed away from the remains.

“Do you see movement?”

She shook her head but narrowed her eyes to improve her vision. The infected had a way of not moving when you needed them to. The sun was going down and she wanted to scross the highway and be halfway up the next mountain before it’s completely dark. She climbed down the tree and tried not to look at either of the hulking men standing next to her.

She pulled an arrow and crouched low to the ground. She shut her mind off. She tried not to think when she was scared shitless.

She could hear Kirishima walking behind her, no doubt completely upright and picking his teeth with a piece of grass. Y/n decided to shoot him herself if he started to hum. The grass on the side of the highway was long. As she slipped through it the wind played with it, making it whisper. The birds here were not the kind who warn you of prey, they were scavengers. They wanted you to die.

The long grass swayed and played with her hair. Her heart was beating faster when her foot touched the gravel on the side of the highway.

She looked back at Bakugo and he nods. Kirishima’s lips curled into a smile. She couldn’t help but want to smile with him. She saw herself back at the cabin for the briefest of seconds. Images of her and him laying on the couch filled her mind. She smiled remembering the way they tried not to get caught staring at each other.

Her mind snapped back.

She closed her eyes and listened to the wind. There was no sound. She climbed out of the huge ditch and walked quickly and silently up onto the broken asphalt. It had started to crack from the weather and lack of care. Where her foot stepped first it crumbled. Her eyes scanned every inch of the deserted highway. Burned out cars sat staggered along the long straight road. The people caught in the traffic jams when the tidal waves were coming or the bombs were dropping to contain the sick. They fled from their vehicles. They left everything and ran. She remembered running.

She shook her head back to focusing. She slipped between an old burnt SUV and the skeleton of a small car. The hood of the car was lifted and the battery was gone. Not uncommon.

“Which way?” Kirishima asked louder than Y/n would’ve liked.

“Shhhh.”

The gravel on the other side was a welcomed sight. When her feet touched the grass she broke into a run. The bushes hit her in the face when she entered the forest. She ran until shesaw the tree she wanted. She climbed it and sat with her arrow pulled and at the ready. She scanned the highway and the ditch vigorously.

Kirishima was huffing and panting while he rested below the tree.

“Oh man you can run. Holy shit. I thought your leg was hurt. Whoa.”

“Kirishima.” Bakugo was back to being Business Bakugo. There was no fun with him, only survival. She didn’t take her eyes off the road. Nothing moved. She was about to climb down but she waited one more second. She saw the bushes across the move and pulled the arrow tighter. It looked like an animal but she couldn’t see clearly.

“I see something,” she said in a low voice.

“What?”

“Animal. Dog maybe.”

“Shit.” She looked down through the thick branches at Bakugo’s;ook and raised an eyebrow. “Trackers.”

He doesn’t finish the sentence and her eyes scanned across the highway again. The animal was gone. Nothing moved. She climbed down fast and turned to face the dense woods.

“That way.”

Kirishima looked pained, “Seriously? We’re going to run some more?”

She looked at him and nodded, “Think about what it’s like for Mina now. She’s terrified. She thinks the breeder camps are what we all think. She is waiting for her turn no doubt.”

He flinched, “Jesus Y/n. Easy on the visuals. She’s my friend for christ’s sake. I’m not bitching, my leg is just killing me.”

Y/n glared, “Is it bleeding?”

“No but it hurts.”

“Climb the tree and wait for us,” She handed him a water bottle from her belt. But Kirishima shook his head and looked at Bakugo who’s face was stoic

“Bakugo I’m not staying.”

Bakugo licked his lips and thought for a second, “You can’t hold us up.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes and sighed, “Let’s just go.”

Y/n held the water bottle out for one more second but he didn’t take her up on the offer. She turned and started to run. Her leg was sore and her stomach was empty. In her haste she never stocked up. Mina had been hard on her rules.

When the sun had started to set they were where Y/n wanted to be. Kirishima hadn’t complained and Bakugo was starting a small fire. She took her bow and found a nice quiet spot to sit and wait for something to make a sound.

The silence of the woods was alarming. She had never been in the woods here. She was exhausted but she stayed focused.

She heard the crunch of a stick and raised her arrow in the direction she heard it in. A large hare hopped over a branch and sniffed the wind. It’s ears twitched and Y/n knew that it had smelled her. She released the arrow, anticipating the hop it would do. The arrow slices through the neck of the rabbit. It tried to move for a second and then stopped. She gutted the hare where she killed it. She never brought it back with its guts. Leaving guts outside the cabin proved to be a mistake. She skinned it quickly with the skinning knife she kept and left the animal’sremains and carried the carcass to the fire.

She heard the cracking of wood when she got close. Bakugo was standing over the fire and Kirishima was sitting on a log next to him.

“So is there something between you two?” Bakugo asked but didn’t move his face.

Kirishima shrugged, “I don’t know. She’s a tough one to get to know. We kissed but it was a mistake.”

Bakugo looked at him and smiled, “I hear that. You remember the Laura Croft movies where Angelina Jolie was all hot and quiet but would kill anything that moved?”

Kirishima laughed, “Yeah. Exactly. Jesus, give her some pouty lips and bam. Laura Croft.”

Y/n felt her insides trembling. She didn’t remember the movies they were talking about. She couldn’t help but want to cry.

Bakugo laughed and shook his head, “But what a bitch though hey.”

She grabbed a rock from where she was standing and tossed it back a few yards. They couldn’t see her if she crouched.

“She’s back. Manners.” Bakugo spoke low and started poking the fire. She stood and walked from the bushes. She just wanted to throw the stupid hare down and leave them there, but her stomach was growling. She was exhausted. She would stay as long as it would take to eat and then she would be sleeping in a tree. Maybe if she was lucky she would fall in her sleep and wake up in hell.

Bakugo held out a small sack, “I have some potatoes from the camp and tinfoil.”

She nodded, “Okay.” She felt awkward. Kissing both of them was obviously bad, but having them call her a bitch after they kissed her was awful. Having Kirishima say it was a mistake was killing her. She couldn’t look him in the eyes. She walked around him and found a good stick to make a spit with.

She searched the ground around the fire until she found a good branch. She stripped the small branches and leaves from it. She smirked and shoved the stick into the open neck. She was imagining it was one of them.

“You’re a scary little thing.” She frowned at Kirishima who was watching her get the hare on the spit. “It’s a compliment.” She didn’t stop frowning. It didn’t feel like a complement. Even if it was, it wouldn’t stop the pain of the kiss being a mistake.

She built a spit with rocks and branches and twine from her backpack. Bakugo sliced the potatoes and laid them in the tinfoil. He placed them high on a rock with a flat surface in the fires circle of rocks.

Bakugo glanced at her, “So what’s to plan?”

“Get captured and free us both.” He laughed at Y/n. “I can do it.”

He shook his head, “I know you can, it's just funny that’s all. You’re willing to sacrifice yourself to save my friend?”

“She’s the only person I’ve met that I liked. Genuinely.” It was a stab at them both. Fuck them.

He raised his eyebrows, “Fair enough.” He looked hurt. The image of the girl in the short shorts didn’t leave her mind easily.

Kirishima looked hurt, “What am I, chopped liver?” Y/n smiled. She hated that she was smiling. She hated that he made her smile so easily. He grinned at her and she remembered his hands on her. She couldn’t stop staring at his lips. It made her feel sick.

Bakugo cleared his throat, “So how’ll you get captured?”

She shrugged, “Just act lost near the area.” She glanced at Kirishima who was still staring at her. His grin hadn’t left his face. She dug her stick in the dirt and drew a circle. She hit a rock and dirt went flying up at Kirishima’s face on his stump.

She laughed as he wipped his face clean, “Thanks.”

Bakugo laughed, “Stop being a baby.”

Kirishima shook the dirt out of his hair, “You did that on purpose.”

She put her hands up with the stick in them, “I didn’t, I swear.” She wish she had.

“I don’t think you shouldgo there, Y/n.”

She dug with the stick again, “I have to.” She didn’t say that she led them straight to Mina. She doesn’t say that it was all her fault. She didn’t have to. They all knew it was true. Bakugo turned the hare on the spit slowly. The smells were starting to make her stomach make noises she hadn’t heard since before she found the cabin.

Bakugo looked around, “When you get captured you need a way out.” He got up from the fire and muttered, “Kiri turn the hare.” He went to a tree and ripped off a branch. He sat next to Y/n on the log. The warmth of his body was touching her and it was setting her nerves on fire.

He bent down and drew a rectangle. In each of the corners he made small boxes, “There is a section that is for the women who are pregnant or about to be impregnated. This is probably where you'll go. Then this wing is for the younger girl who can't have babies yet. This is for the women with the babies. This is where the little girls are kept. Girls they raise to be breeders." He moved the stick to the other side and made a smaller box, "This is where the men are, if there are any men. Sometimes they don’t have any there." He cleared his throat nervously and drew an X in the middle but off to one side, "This is the fertility lab. This is where the lab coats and doctors and cleaners all stay. This is your only chance. They will have a dump somewhere near the clinic. The garbage goes every few days."

She frowned at him but Kirishima asked the question burning in her mind before she could, “Dude how do you know so much about the breeder farmer?”

Bakugo blushed in the firelight, “I lived there for a time.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, “As a cleaner or a doctor?” He laughed like he knew the answer.

Bakugo laughed, “I wish.”

Kirishim shook his head, “Nasty bro. Nasty.”

Y/n felt lost. She looked blankly at them both. Bakugo’s face looked like it was on fire.

“I was forced to um… donate.” Y/n didn’t understand what they were talking about.”

Kirishima started to make an odd motion with his fist, “He had to jerk his chiken for the big men.” She didn’t know what that meant but she nodded before they explained. Bakugo looked at her face and laughed.

Kirishima turned the hare, “So how many little Bakugo’s are running around?” Y/n felt her stomach drop. She understood. She felt judgment burn its way across her face.

“I wasn’t exactly in on the plans.”

Kirishima poked the hare, “How was life there?”

Bakugo snorted, “Thinking about signing up?”

Kirishima looked up, “Hey if there are three square meals a day and I get all the, um, reading material I need to deliver the goods, I’m in.”

The humor fell from Bakugo’s face. He almost twitched when he shook his head, “No. No three meals and material shitty hair. It’s more like milking a cow.”

Kirishima ignored the terror on his friend's face and grinned ear to ear, “Are there milk maids?”

Bakugo nodded, “Not the kind you’re thinking of. Mine was a guy named Dr. Stevie.”

Kirishima gagged, “Oh shit never mind.”

Bakugo looked down at the drawing again and chuckled, but Y/n could tell he was haunted by it.

“There’s no human contact Kirishima. It’s all done by machines, the girls and the boys. Anyway this section here has the surgeon’s clothes and boots. Change and climb into the garbage bin in the morning on a Tuesday or a Thursday or a Saturuday. The garbage comes around lunch and the best chance you have at not being noticed is then. They’ll be looking for you after lunch.”

Y/n felt sick thinking about the plan. She was not as strong as the look on her face suggests she is.

“I think it’s done,” Kirishima poked the hare.

Y/n shook her head, “Always over cook wild animals.”

Bakugo nudged her with his body, almost playfully, “You sure about this?”

She nodded and reached into the flames to turn the potatoes. The fire licked at her skin but she ignored it. It hurt. It was a warning of pain to come if she continued to stick her hands in the fire. Sitting between two men she couldn’t help but feel like it was appropriate.

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innittowinit · 4 years

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SBI headcanons awooga

Some headcanons and things for my sbi fd! Abandoned amusement park fic lol

Here's the link if you haven't read it btw

SBI last name is Reid, DT last name is Jackson btw lmao, i probably won't mention it much though unless it's like Mrs Reid for the sbi mom y'know

This has Tommy, Techno, Wilbur and Phil included; lmk if a dt post would be a good idea too

Tommy

The youngest brother, he’s seven lmao what a child

Even though he’s the youngest, he’s also the most confrontational and will gladly ‘fight’ anyone who talks bad about his brothers

He can’t fight

He’s very tall for his age but is also extremely light since he’s always running around

Phil tries to get him to try new foods a lot but Tommy’s a really picky eater

...Tantrums.. Every time he doesn’t get his way

This lead to his brothers spoiling him quite a bit, he’s still sweet enough though since Phil has had many stern conversations with him about being nice to people

Has a toy music boy, with collectable discs

Wilbur got his first disc for him, it’s his most prised possession

Every time he does all of his chores (which are really just small things like clean up after himself and keep his room tidy) someone, whether its his Mum, Wilbur or someone else, gets him a new disc

Techno got him ‘Pig step’ for his seventh birthday and he listens to it every night before bed

One time he snuck downstairs while Techno and Wilbur were having a sleepover and watched the horror movie they were watching without them realising it. Techno and Wil were the ones to get into trouble since Tommy wouldn’t sleep for a week afterwards.

Techno had to read him a story every night until he stopped thinking he was going to be eaten by a demon in the middle of the night

Drinks way too much caffeine for a kid, someone take this boys coke away

He’s got a habit of biting his nails, which has left him with some pretty crooked teeth, which will probably need to be fixed with braces when he’s older.

It’s also gross because he climbs so much there’s almost always dirt under his nails

Hasn’t really grasped the whole concept of not saying everything he thinks yet

Oh my god someone shut this boy up

He still believes in Santa and The easter bunny too

One time Techno told him Oogie Boogie from the nightmare before christmas was real and he cried

He talks a lot in school because he finds it boring but he’s also very good at maths and English for his age

Wilbur

Middle child, Wil is 13. Techno’s twin

He’s pretty insecure about his music even though he’s been playing his whole life

That’s why he likes being able to practice in L’manburg, there’s no pressure to be perfect when he’s alone with his brothers

Super extroverted and confident in everything else though, Since Techno can’t talk to most people, he usually tries to speak for both of them

After realising that Techno didn’t really like it when he said ‘Techno thinks’ a lot, back in primary school, he adapted to trying to speak for what Techno wants without making Techno’s issues obvious

They tell people who need to know, but for people they’ll only talk to a few times they usually just get away with Wilbur acting super obnoxious and loud so it seems like Techno just doesn’t have room to talk, rather than that he can't

It’s easier than getting into it since they don’t feel like most people will understand

has separation Anxiety, when he’s not with his brother he doesn’t relax/ feel safe at all. If it happens at school he won't do his work at all/ Will probably just leave the room and try to find Techno

Everyone kinda knows this and they try to suit things around it without saying it outright

He’s kinda embarrassed, he likes to think he’s the one protecting Techno but really they need each other the same amount

Techno gets this though, He doesn’t mind if wilbur has a bit of a saviour complex, he’ll play along if it makes him happy

They’re working on it with their Therapist though so don’t worry, he won't grow up to be an ass

Interests (besides music) include:

Watching obscure documentaries

Disney movies, favourite is peter pan

Skating

He and Techno got Picked on in primary school for being so close, he learnt kickboxing so he could defend himself if things ever got physical. Luckily they didn’t but he still knows how to kickbox so watch out

Almost always turning in homework late, he’s good at talking his way out of Detentions though.

And when he cant talk his way out, Techno finds a way to get detention too

He’s VERY protective of his younger brother(s(he was born first so he likes to insist that Techno is his little brother))

That’s good for the most part but he can be a little overbearing sometimes, he’s got detention many many times for cussing out people who so much as looked at Techno wrong

When he’s feeling guilty he mumbles a lot

Techno

Middle child, 13. Wilbur’s twin

Has selective Mutism, completely fine talking to Wilbur, Only talks to Tommy and Phil if Wil is there too but other than that he’s completely fine talking to them as well. He speaks to his parents but not as openly as he does with his brothers, with them its usually very quiet, one word sentences

Like Wilbur, separation Anxiety also, It’s not as bad as Wilbur’s is though, Wil just makes him comfortable enough to talk with his brothers, he can deal with being without Wilbur but he absolutely doesn’t want to

He can be a bit arrogant and possessive of his brothers at times, he’s a bit scared of them leaving him because he can be so difficult so he has a tendency to be cold to any new people they bring home

Interests include: Pvp games, ancient china, farming

He was hyper-fixated on a cartoon when he was younger and now he has multiple cosplays from it that he’ll probably never wear again

His hair is LONG and pink, they never figured out why it grew so fast or why it was pink but it is lmao

When he was born his parents were terrified, they thought he had some kind of rare condition that was going to hurt him but the doctors eventually came to the conclusion that he just had healthy hair that grew fast and the pinkness was due to an abnormality in the melanin in his system or something idk fellas im failing science pls pretend this part makes sense

Being silent with long pink hair as a kid, he got picked on a lot. There were many instances where he just pushed kids over or hit them because they were being mean

Since he’s the quiet one, teachers usually trust him a lot so he and wilbur used to skip class a lot, back when they got picked on, by saying they had to help another teacher do something

In an attempt to get him to be more social, his parents signed him up for violin lessons aged 8, he really liked his teacher and had even managed to speak a little to her over the past 4 years he took lessons

Spaces out a lot

He watches a lot of conspiracy theory videos but he doesn’t actually believe any of them, he just finds them interesting

One time he convinced Tommy they were living in a simulation and Tommy hit a kid to see if his hand would pass through

He’s spoken a few words to squidkid too since they’re childhood friends and he’s very comfortable with him. Ironically all he seems to say to him is ‘bozo’ to tease the other for saying it so often, instead of literally any other insult

Phil

Oldest brother, 16

Cares about his brothers so so so so so much like he will do anything to keep them happy and safe

One time he missed an exam because Tommy was sick and he wanted to take him to the doctor before anything else

Tommy was fine btw, just one of those bugs you get when you're little

Their parents are pretty distant so Phil has been pretty much raising them since he was little, he doesn’t mind though

Their parents aren’t bad people or anything, they just get called out a lot for work and can’t be at home a whole bunch, it’s a big part of the reason why Techno never got comfortable talking a lot around them

He works at a Nearby florist to get extra cash to buy his brothers things when his parents arent home

When their mum is home, he brings her flower arrangements home from work because he is sweet <3

He’s really into mythology and Folklore as well as drawing, when he was younger he had multiple sketchbooks filled up with different creatures that he had drawn

When he, techno and wilbur were all little, he used to play a game with them where they’d describe a monster off the tops of their heads and he’d draw it for them

Techno and Wilbur loved this and always put up Phil’s drawings on their bedroom walls

When he was 13 he used to write angsty poetry, He told wilbur about it one day and that's when wilbur first started adding lyrics to his songs

He can be pretty gullible, he likes to believe that people mean good no matter how hard it might be to see it that way

He can hold grudges for a pretty long time, he’s quick to forgive when it’s himself that’s been hurt but it’s very very hard to get on his good side again if you hurt his brothers

Watches Alien theories with techno, unlike techno he actually believes in them

Has the ‘i believe in aliens’ poster

When they were little, he used to grow strawberry plants with techno and Wilbur, this is what prompted techno to start growing other vegetables in their garden himself

#sleepyblr #sleepy bois inc #sbi #fanfic #mcyt #mineblr

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alternateafterthought · 4 years

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Golden Time - Part 2

> Pairing: Hybrid Jeon Jungkook x Reader

> Summary: Y/N has been rescuing and recovering hybrids her entire life. Now she has inherited her grandparents hybrid sanctuary. It was a normal rescue, get the hybrid, recover him and give him a choice, stay on the sanctuary or find a life for himself. Why was this one so different?

> Genre: Hybrid!au, romance, smut, angst, fluff,

> Warnings: None

> Word Count: 1609

> A/N: Hey guys... so this the second part of my Jungkook hybrid story! I was really not sure whether this part should be posted or not?! I thought maybe it was too slow or just didn’t work in the story!! I would really love to hear your feedback! ALSO those who wish to be added to an eventual tag list, please leave a comment or an ask or message me!! Thank you so much for your support!!

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The process was easy. Signing what she needed, exchanging the heavy, spiked leather collar around his red, scarring neck to something soft, completely unnoticeable. Even going as far as to give the hybrid a change of clothes.

Saying goodbye to Mr and Mrs Bonavich at the door to Mr. Lee's office was easy. Mr. Lee however, insisted on walking Y/N and her new hybrid out. Mr. Lee even went as far as to help Y/N into her coat, his hands lingering a little too long before Y/N walked with a purpose to her car.

Before she knew it, Y/N was pulling into the long dirt driveway of her farm. Even as late as it was, the smaller houses around her property all had their lights on. Like normal, when she left the property, they would keep them on, until she got home.

Y/N had kept a watchful eye on the hybrid in the seat next to her. He seemed so confused seeing all of the smaller homes around a larger one in the middle. Y/N would explain everything once inside, and maybe she would get him to finally speak, even if it was just his name. That's not to say she doesn't already know it, having heard Mr Bonovich say his name a few hours ago, but there was no harm in him telling her his name.

Finally walking up the porch steps, Y/N was happy to be home, the heels on her feet were starting to really hurt her. Pushing the large heavy wooden door open, Y/N stepped aside to let the hybrid into the warm house. She pulled her shoes off, holding them in one hand, her coat in the other as she finally broke the silence.

"Welcome home." Y/N looked to the hybrid who's eyes were still trained to the floor. "Mi casa and all that."

Y/N was hoping that would ease him up a little, maybe even have him look up. It didn't work.

With a nod of understanding, Y/N motioned for him to follow her into the open living room, hearing him remove his own shoes. Throwing her coat over one of the large couches, Y/N looked around her own home, seeing her grandparents in everything around her.

"The kitchen is right through there. You can eat anything you want." Y/N softly smiled up to the hybrid. "If there is something you want, I keep a list on the fridge and go shopping once a week. You're welcome to add anything to the list."

Y/N got a nod out of the hybrid as he finally looked up. His large brown eyes scanning the room he was in and to where she had pointed. She saw his nose twitch a few times, no doubt smelling the other hybrids around.

"On the other side of the stairs," Y/N walked back into the hall by the front entrance in front of the large stairway. "There is a sitting room, my office and a library. If you'll follow me up stairs."

Y/N almost dragged her feet as she climbed the stairs, the day was starting to catch up to her. She could feel the hybrid behind her, walking slowly, his own footsteps unheard, soft. Finally standing at the top of the staircase, Y/N waited a few seconds for him to stand next to her.

"If you go back down that way," Y/N pointed behind them, down the open hall to a door. "That's my bedroom. That is your bathroom." She pointed to a door next to where they stood before walking to another door. "And this, is your bedroom."

Opening the door, Y/N moved back enough for the hybrid to see into the room. It was mostly bare, a double bed, a desk, bedside tables and lots of sunlight. His large eyes scanned the bare room, he seemed like he wanted to walk around the room but something stopped him.

"I know it's a little bare, but I thought it would be good for you to decorate it yourself?" Y/N offered, for the first time seeing the bunny hybrid look at her. "You can go in, the wardrobe has clothes in it already, about your size I would say." Stepping back from the door back to the bathroom. "You can have a shower to if you'd like. There are fresh towels in your bathroom, I also got hybrid products for you to. I'm going to go down into the kitchen and make something to eat. Come down when your ready, okay?"

Y/N received a small nod from the hybrid before she smiled and walked to the end of the hall to her room. Quickly changing into more comfortable clothes, putting the heels in her hands away before finally getting back down to the kitchen.

It was already quite late into the night, checking the time as she moved past the old family clock. A sandwich would be perfect right now, Y/N promising herself to cook a proper meal tomorrow night.

"After I go shopping at least..."

Y/N's voice trailed off before there was a light knock on her door. It was normal for anyone who lived on her property to knock at any time of day or night. So answering the door at 11pm on a Friday night to one of her hybrids that lived on the sanctuary was normal.

Opening the door, Y/N was greeted by Mrs. Astor, a beautiful bunny hybrid who had watched Y/N grow up. Her hair had faded to a silver many years ago, a pair of light glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, her ever peaceful eyes smiled at Y/N. Mrs Astor had lived on the sanctuary all of Y/N's life, and always taken care of Y/N.

"I was waiting for you to get home. You told me you were bringing a new hybrid home and I knew you weren't going to go shopping until tomorrow." Mrs Astor spoke softly, the loving smile never leaving her face as she handed a bag of food to Y/N. "It's all still nice and warm and it smells like you have another bunny. They should enjoy what I have."

"Thank you, Mrs Astor." Y/N leaned forward, hugging the older woman with one arm. "I'll bring everything over tomorrow."

"Take your time, sweetheart. I know how it is to have your whole life change overnight." Mrs Astor held Y/N's hand tightly. "He will take some time to get used to everything and will need you." Mrs Astor hugged Y/N again and whispered; "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

Y/N waited at her door, watching the old woman walk back to her small house. It was only a few meters away from Y/N's main house, and the paths were perfectly lit, but Y/N liked to make sure she got home safely. When Mrs Astor reached her door, her granddaughter was waiting for her, sending a wave to Y/N as she helped her grandmother inside.

When Y/N finally made it back to the kitchen, she grabbed out two plates and unloaded the food. Happily seeing some of her favourite things, hopefully the new hybrid to call this sanctuary a safe haven would like them too.

She heard his soft footfalls on the stairs, soon the bunny hybrid was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. For a moment he just watched her, Y/N noticed he had changed into loose clothes. They looked good on him, warmer then what he was wearing when she had first seen him, he seemed to hold the soft material against his skin.

"Is there anything you don't or can't eat?" Y/N asked as she looked up to the hybrid.

He softly shook his head before moving a little closer to her, standing on the opposite side of the bench. His eyes scanned the food, his nose twitched almost happily. He must be hungry.

"Mrs Astor, who lives in the first house to the left, made some food for us." Y/N proudly showed the food. "It's really good. She's a rabbit hybrid just like you."

Again, the hybrid just nodded. It would seem the hybrid wasn't all that talkative, which didn't surprise Y/N all that much.

"I'm Y/N by the way. Y/N Y/L/N." Y/N handed the hybrid a plate, which he gratefully took with a small smile.

"I'm Jungkook." He answered softly, bowing with the plate in his hands.

"It's a pleasure to officially meet you Jungkook." Y/N smiled widely before gesturing to the chairs at the counter. "We can sit here to eat."

Another nod from Jungkook and he placed his plate in front of one of the chairs at the counter, patiently waiting for Y/N to sit first. When she finally did, Jungkook joined her before they started eating. It was quiet, only cutlery against the plates before anyone talked.

"I will be going into town tomorrow." Y/N spoke as she rinsed the plates. "I was thinking maybe we can find you some things to decorate your room?"

Jungkook nodded, standing at the counter again, but his eyes were focused on Y/N. Listening to her talk.

"Will you be okay to come into town with me?" Y/N asked. Finally closing the dishwasher and turning to face Jungkook.

Nodding again, Y/N finally called it a night. Both of them walking up the stairs and to their separate rooms. Y/N was about to close her door before she heard him talk.

"Miss?" Jungkook called softly.

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For everything." Jungkook bowed again, not seeing Y/N little smile. "I promise to work hard for you."

"You are not here to work Jungkook." Y/N smiled at his confused look. "You are here to simply live. I just want you to be happy." Jungkook was still confused, Y/N would no doubt have to tell him everything tomorrow. "Get some rest tonight Jungkook. We can talk in the morning. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Miss."

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schibi12 · 3 years

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Toonvengers: Age of Ultroon

* cue the Avengers theme for the third time*

I know Guardians of the Galaxy is the next movie in the Phase 2 lineup but I feel storywise that Avengers: Age of Ultron is a better follow-up to The Winter Soldier so Phase 2 is gonna end on a fun note.

Our group of heroes has found the last HYDRANT base and where Loki's Scepter has been hidden all these years and where HYDRANT agents and scientists have been experimenting with it to create weapons of mass destruction or as a source of energy which failed so they decided to see its effects on toons, most of the subjects had fatal effects on most of them except for some twins, the exposure of the scepter gave these pair of siblings some superhuman powers and during the chaos of the raid the twins got out and tried to defend the base the best they could and although they failed they did plant a seed of fear within Bugs Bunny hoping that it will lead to his own self-destruction.

Okay, i had my fun being coy and secretive on who the Maximoffs are, so Pietro Maximoff I could have picked the Roadrunner or Speedy because they have superspeed, easy right? Well no because it's never been about their abilities, it is about their personality and character so my first and only choice for Pietro is Wakko, ok so Pietro is quick-tempered, a bit cocky, tenacious and impatient but what sealed the deal for me was his deep bond with Wanda, this loyalty, reliability and fierce protection of her and that just reminded of Wakko in Wakko's Wish, plus I find it hilarious that Wakko would be the one speeding around bothering Goofy

So if Wakko is Pietro then Dot is Wanda they're both aggressive, a bit bossy, level-headed, passionate, caring and vengeful, plus her magic would be colored a bit lighter a combination of Wanda's red and Dot's pink.

So our heroes successfully raided the HYDRANT base and have Loki's Scepter they shall celebrate with a party but before Thor takes the scepter for safekeeping in Asgard, Bugs Bunny and Donald decided to study the scepter and use it to initiate the Ultroon program designed to protect the world, so using the scepter of a crazy evil god who wanted to conquer the earth to start an AI program meant for world peace may have not been the best idea, so Ultroon scared and confused kills Bugs Bunny AI and gets himself a nice robot body starts quoting Pinocchio and ruins the party the heroes easily destroys the robot bodies and start to investigate on their new enemy.

So Ultroon decides the best way to protect the earth is to kill all the toons and start anew and with the internet, at his metaphorical fingertips he can easily create some android minions and block and access whatever type of information he needs except for weapons of mass destruction weird huh? But still, he needs some powerful allies so he travels to the country where the last HYDRANT base oh yeah I didn't tell you the name of this poor war-torn country, well the name is Warnerkovia, and here is where the Maximoffs were born, raised and reside and well he tricks them into joining his cause saying that they are gonna destroy the Toonvengers, an act of personal revenge for the twins since Bugs Bunny weapons were the cause of their parent's death.

So shenanigans ensue Ultroon and the twins steal some vibranink the Heroes try to stop them they fail Dot makes them see their worst fears unleashes the Hulk and Bugs Bunny has to stop them with the Hulkbuster armor they hide in Hawkeye's farm where they discover he has a wife and son so they decide there next plan of attack and they discover that all that vibranink is to create perfect robot body for Ultroon , so most of the team go to kidnap the robot body, gain some new allies since the Maximoffs discovered Ultroon true motive and left him and helped the Toonvengers but Romanoff got kidnapped by the androids when they acquired the body, Bugs Bunny was investigating why Ultroon hasn't hacked to codes of weapons of mass destructions and Thor was being a weirdo in this creepy hot tub. All our heroes reunite and Bugs decides to use the robot body to create that protector of earth he wanted in the first place since he discovered that his AI was protecting and defending humanity from the inside hiding within Ultroon program and that's why he didn't have access to the weapons and Bugs decides that he is the perfect AI for the job and embedded with the Mind Cell from Loki's scepter it is armed, a mini fight ensues between the heroes to give life to the android or not but Thor comes down with lightning and completes the process of giving life to the android, he attacks them but later calms down and proves he is on the side of good by proving he is worthy to use Thor' Mallet and they name him Vision because Thor had a Vision, oh wait I never told you Bugs AI name it is Y.A.K.K.O.

So yeah Yakko is Vision why you may ask well they're both know-it-alls, they value life, only attack when threatened, protective, and would rather end things peacefully like Yakko once said use the pen and not the sword when you're in a fight.

Romanoff sends them Ultroon plans of lifting Warnerkovia capital city off the earth to use it as a meteor to exterminate humanity through a secret spy radio line so all our heroes go to the country save Romanoff, fight against an army of androids and save as many civilians as they can and well our heroes get some support from some allies like Daffy, Oswald Hill and Fury and with Helicarrier for the civillians who are still stuck in the floating city and they get them out of there before the explode the city so it doesn't crash so all our heroes destroy most of the androids, Vision incapacitates Ultroon's access to the internet and they're ready to explode the city but before Hawkeye can get to the Helicarrier he sees a child injured so he goes to get him and take him to his mother on the ship but before he can get there bullets are raining down from a quinjet piloted by Ultroon he just gets down and hopes for the best but luckily for Wakko was close and runs as fast as he could to save him and moves the bullets but he dissapears he went so fast he entered another universe he couldn't go back to his original universe no matter how fast he went he couldn't although this universe did had other toons with powers which they called mutants so he didn't feel that far from home.

Back in our universe Wakko was nowhere to be seen Goofy just knew he just saved his life so he grabbed Wakko's cap the only thing he left and went with the child to the safety of the Helicarrier, but for Dot she couldn't sense her brother anymore so she thought he was dead and in a cry of pure anguish she let out a burst of her power and destroyed all the androids in her range she leaves her post and goes out for revenge killing Ultroon's primary body but she left her post causing one of the androids to activate the machine that was keeping the city afloat so in a hurry our heroes manage to explode the city before the impact, Vision saves Dot and finally kills Ultroonand the Hulk escaped on a quinjet but hasn't been found.

So our heroes have a new facility, Thor leaves on a mission to learn more of these Cells but trusts Vision to keep the Mind Cell safe, Hulk is still missing and but they have new members, and are ready to train them.

Also, I know that Vision and Wanda have a romantic relationship but for my au it's gonna be a sibling relationship, and no I'm not implying Warnercest and if you like that sort of stuff please unfollow me.

So that is it for today, I really hoped you enjoy this post I had a lot of fun writing it and I will see you real soon!!

Wait do you hear that where is that 80's music coming from?

#marvel toon au #toonvengers #marvel #toon au #warner bros #animaniacs #yakko wakko and dot #i couldnt kill Pietro #sorry not sorry

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There Are Two Ways To Live A Life

“There are two ways to live a life either forget everything or, remember nothing.” - Santosh Kalwar.

Jamais vu: From the French, meaning "never seen". The illusion that the familiar does not seem familiar.

We have only one person to thank for this (again) - Dee - @BangpurpleTan - this idea is based very strongly on her indescribably brilliant edit here. All Dee's edits are a blessing on the timeline but this one fuelled the plot bunnies immensely.

This fic is endgame Xicheng.

If you follow me on Twt or on AO3 you’ll probably be aware this is already updated to chapter 5 over on AO3 - I’ll post the rest to tumblr over time if there’s any interest.

Chapter 1 - If Snow Melts Down to Water

“If snow melts down to water, does it still remember being snow?” ― Jennifer McMahon, The Winter People.

He could smell nothing but fire and death; the scent of blood hung in the air; between that, and the smoke, it was almost too thick to breathe, even where the smoke was less thick, here, as he lay on the courtyard floor in front of the great hall, in a pool of blood that was both his own and from the other’s lain slain around him.

It was red flames and redder blood that were the last things he saw before his eyes drifted closed, and everything else faded to black.

Jiang Shao woke suddenly from the nightmare, taking in a deep gasp of air as if he really had been struggling to breathe, suffocated by the smoke from burning buildings.

But a nightmare was all it was, wasn’t it? His hands tightened in the quilt covering him, but he forced them to relax, as his movements woke the sleeping figure at his side.

“Shao-er?”

He tried to force his breathing to steady, and cleared his expression, as he turned it on the now wakened Xue Rong.

“It was just a bad dream. It’s faded now. I’m sorry to wake you.” He sounded normal. Or at least like he’d sound if he was woken from sleep by a normal nightmare.

“I have to leave soon, so it’s fine. You should stay and try to rest a little more though.” A soothing hand squeezed his shoulder, intending to offer comfort.

Jiang Shao nodded, and lay back as Xue Rong rose, threw on his robes, and, with a final goodbye, disappeared into the still-dark morning.

He was glad; it gave him time to consider the thing that bothered him the most about the nightmare; the death of the woman who looked exactly like Jiang Shao.

Could it be that it wasn’t a nightmare, that it was an actual memory trying to surface?

He didn’t know.

In reality he could remember nothing about his childhood. He had no memory of who his parents were, and therefore the figure in his dream could either be formed from a subconscious remembrance, or his dreaming mind making up a maternal figure; what else did he have to go on except his own features?

His earliest memory was waking up in the home of a farming family somewhere near Yiling. A merchant prince passing through had, apparently, stumbled upon him wandering dazed and barely alive in the wilderness, and taken pity on the severely injured young man, paying for the village healer to tend his wounds and the family to board him until he was well enough to leave.

Less honest folk might have seen the opportunity to accept the gold, slit his throat the moment the merchant had moved on, and profited greatly from him; luckily he hadn’t fallen into the hands of dishonest people.

He didn’t know his exact age; the best guess that could be made was he had been in his mid to late teens when found. He didn’t know where he was from; though they claimed his dialect was that of Yunmeng.

When he had healed enough he helped during the harvest season alongside the family’s own sons, as thanks for their kindness, and then left in search of the merchant who he owed his life to; he had no better idea of what he could do than to pledge himself to that man to repay his goodness.

There had been a part of him that hoped the travelling would spark memories; but it hadn’t helped at all.

Once he had caught up with the merchant in Jiuzi, that kind gentleman had again taken pity on him, and had offered him military training, as long as Jiang Shao joined his personal army, and they were both pleased to find out that, though Jiang Shao’s mind didn’t know it, his muscles clearly showed the memory of martial training.

Jiang Shao was thankful that he could be useful, and had found a place in a world he didn’t really know.

A little while into his tenure in the private army of Ye Qingyan he had been part of the forces his master had loaned to join the imperial army to quell an invasion from the northern kingdom. He had recommended himself to the son of the Emperor by saving his life on the battlefield; he had taken a wound that had been meant for Xue Rong, earning his gratitude and thanks.

They had met again some years later. By this time Jiang Shao had undergone training as an assassin and spy for his merchant prince master. Ye Qingyan had rendered some service to the then acknowledged Crown Prince, enabling the two to renew their acquaintance and friendship. Some time later the merchant had elected to step away from court life in the capital and retire to his family estate in a distant province, to focus on his new young wife and the children she would hopefully bear him. A father and a husband had no need for a spymaster and assassin, so Jiang Shao had been ‘gifted’ to Prince Jin, as a final act of service and good regard by Ye Qingyan.

It wasn’t long later when the old emperor’s failing health had put his intended Crown Prince on the throne, and Xue Rong had donned the Dragon Robe.

Now Jiang Shao was the Tianzi’s secret weapon. His hidden blade.

To the court he was passed off as a male lover the Emperor had taken as a young man, who he still occasionally bedded, and appointed to a minor ministry role, which sent him travelling around the empire. A perfect cover for a man often sent from the capital to enact the will of the Emperor in secrecy.

Jiang Shao turned over, and pulled the blankets over his head, trying to calm his swirling thoughts.

Despite Xue Rong’s orders, he didn’t think that he’d be able to sleep again that night; but undeterred by his doubts he did drift off again just before dawn.

***

The moonlight shone through the laden branches overhead, giving the night an ethereal glow, making it feel almost unreal, as they walked along the paths together. No matter how much he tried to give himself the courage to meet the other’s gaze head on, he still couldn’t steal more than quick glances from beneath his lowered lashes.

The other was too handsome. Too perfect. Especially with the moon’s pure gaze limning his jade-like features. It was almost overwhelming to be near someone as gentle and warm as dawn light; and to think that he might like him too.

Overwhelming.

Jiang Shao’s heart had begun to flutter in his chest as the taller boy paused on the pathway, reached up into one of the overhanging bows, and pulled free a sprig of magnolia blossom.

His mouth formed a tender smile, and he held the sprig out to Jiang Shao; who reached for it tentatively. It was all he could do to stop himself from clutching the gift to his chest, and he felt a rush of heat climb up his neck in the still night air.

“Thank you.” The words were barely more than a whisper, as loud and as forceful as he could manage past the lump in his throat.

They walked on a little further, to a cluster of buildings, where Jiang Shao mounted the steps, and the taller boy paused at the foot.

Jiang Shao stopped, and turned.

He felt unutterably sad.

“Tomorrow I’ll have to return home.”

“I know. I’ll miss you. But I’ll wait for you. Forever if I have to, A-Cheng.”

Some of the sadness melted away at his words.

“You will?”

“I will.”

He felt an answering smile shape his mouth, before the other took Jiang Shao’s ( A- Cheng’s?) hands in his own, then, leaning up due to Jiang Shao’ s position on the steps , brushed a gentle kiss against his cheek.

The dream faded, and Jiang Shao woke up plagued by a feeling of indescribable sadness and loss.

He was frustrated that whenever he experienced these unusual dreams, he couldn’t tell whether they were created from his lost memories, or purely formed from nothing at all.

He had spent a long time under the yoke of regret, caused by the hopelessness of knowing nothing about his previous life, whether he still had parents living, or other family; whether he was been missed, or had been mourned, when he vanished. The feelings were crushing. And there were something that, if he hadn’t learned to put aside and compartmentalise them, would probably have destroyed him by now.

So he had learned to put those feelings aside, bury them deep and only take them out when he was feeling particularly maudlin or introspective.

A luxury he didn’t often afford himself.

To the rest of the world, what little he interacted with of course, he was a cheery young man with a ready smile who went with the flow of life, no matter where it took him.

That mantle was heavier some days than others.

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The sun was bright and clear that morning as he stepped foot back in Jiankang after several weeks in the provinces.

He still wasn’t entirely used to the hustle and bustle of a capital city; especially after he had been away for any length of time. There was something that always seemed to make him feel like a country bumpkin when traversing the packed streets of Jiankang.

It was probably the air of importance everyone seemed to try and give themselves in the capital; it was never a feeling that manifested itself in small agricultural towns with equally as busy markets, for example.

His discomfort told him he had never been a city boy, even in the past that he couldn’t remember.

It seemed, to him, that people in the capital considered that they were made more important by mere virtue of being so close to the Son of Heaven.

If that were genuinely the way it worked, however, it made Jiang Shao particularly lofty in rank.

In reality, the idea amused him immensely; it wasn’t a concept he could take seriously. He was a nobody who had had the good fortune to recommend himself to Prince Jin before his ascension, and who proved useful still to the Tianzi.

And that was all Jiang Shao needed from life. A purpose to drive him on. And what more purpose could he wish for than to serve his Emperor in protecting the Empire and it’s people?

He paused at a vendor and bought Jianbing; if he ate on the way back to the royal city he could quickly bathe and be ready to report to the Tianzi when the Emperor’s schedule allowed.

He wandered along the packed streets as he ate.

The thing he missed most when returning to Jiankang was the food. His palate naturally craved spicier foods than were typically available here; he was a long way from what might have once been his home. Although home was an assumption he made only, going only on the dialect he spoke with, which had been softened over the years by his travel in the private army of Ye Qingyan and then his life in the capital in service of the Emperor.

He pondered as he walked; perhaps it was time to request a little time away from the palace, so he could return to Yunmeng to investigate his possible origins. He had wandered through the lakes soon after he’d left the farm near Yiling, hoping to stumble across some clue as to who he was, or jog his lost memories, but the area was occupied by invading forces, and was a bloody war zone; it wasn’t safe for ordinary people to be caught in the crossfire of two massive armies.

He had heard tell of a slaughtered family, of young generals making names for themselves, and he privately wondered if, before his memory loss, he might have been part of the defending army, and that was where his wounds had been earned. But how was he meant to pinpoint one missing life in a sea of so much death and destruction? It would have been impossible, and he couldn’t stay, and take the risk of falling into the hands of either side; how could he when he didn’t know friend from foe? Interrogators wouldn’t believe a story about lost memories if he fell into the wrong hands and was thought to be an enemy spy.

So he had abandoned his search and continued east in pursuit of Ye Qingyan, avoiding battles and armies as he travelled across the Central Plains.

Now, with his gained skills as a spymaster and information broker, he might still come up against the same impossible task of identifying one lost grain of rice in a field full of it, but he had more hope than he had then. Even with the passage of time a cold trail might sometimes be stumbled upon.

He had spent so many years putting the sadness, the emptiness, the sense of being broken, less than his whole, aside, covering it with a smile and a laugh. He hadn’t dared to dwell on it, lest it crush him.

But every little while, he would dream one of those unusual dreams that seemed too real to be purely imagination, but not real enough that he could be certain they were so. They plagued his sleep in clusters, and now those clusters came with increasing frequency.

What if it was his past life trying to break through to the surface, now the trauma had faded?

He should at least try to see if there were any trails to follow in Yunmeng. And he had a possible birth name to begin with.

Chéng.

It wouldn’t make things easy but it would ensure he was able to disregard some leads.

He finished his makeshift breakfast, called briefly at his lodgings in the barracks to bathe and change out of his travel-stained clothes, (oh how it annoyed Xue Rong, even now, that he refused to use the ministerial palace that had been allotted to him,) and made his way to the Emperor’s hall.

He intended to let Xue Rong’s aide know he was back and ready to report at the Tianzi’s leisure, then spend his time bringing himself up to date with happenings while he had been away from the capital.

Due to the fact he approached from the barracks and not the city gate, he saw the group approaching before any of them would have been able to see him.

He halted like he’d walked into an invisible wall.

One guard escortedtwo gentlemen cultivators

He guessed from their dress and the easily identified symbols of their clans that these two were likely Lan Xichen of the Gusu Lan sect, and Jin Guangyao of Lanling Jin, and current incumbent of the title of Chief Cultivator.

One was dressed in richly appointed gold robes, decorated in a peony motif, he was of medium height and bore a vermilion mark on his forehead. He wore a gauze hat, which was just as exquisitely embroidered and jewelled as his robes.

Jin Guangyao, Lianfang-zun, half-brother to the current Jin Sect leader.

And the second man should really have been overshadowed by the first, considering how plain his garb was in direct comparison to his companion’s. But in reality was like the dawn light measured against a star in the sky; it could only outshine.

This man was tall, willowy, and perfectly graceful in figure, movement and look.

A pristine white headband decorated with clouds sat at his brow and he was robed in pure white.

Lan Xichen, Zewu-jun, current sect leader of Gusu Lan.

That gentleman looked at his companion, as Jin Guangyao spoke to him, with gentle amber eyes. Eyes that Jiang Shao sometimes saw in his dreams.

Pure white robes.

Mourning robes. A strident, mocking voice, one he knew so well, but not at all, sounded in his head.

Gentle amber eyes.

A-Cheng. Tender tones spoken lowly in a rich timbre.

There was such a clamour in his head suddenly. He must have made a noise, or they caught his movement from the corner of their eyes, because the pairs’ gazes turned his way.

But he was a creature of the darkness and secrecy, and he didn’t wish to be seen. Not yet. Not like this, when he didn’t know up from down or real from false, so he ducked out of sight, and sank to the ground when he was assured he was unseen.

The implications were overwhelming.

If the jade-like lover of his dreams was real, how many of the others who appeared there were?

Chapter 1 Notes:

This is a post I referred to quite heavily, originally from lansizhuis blog but added to, as is one of the beauties of tumblr, by even more useful and helpful information by various people. I, and no doubt others who've found the information useful, can only thank them for their sharing their findings with the rest of us.

I needed an idea of what would be going on at court for the Emperor and Jiang Shao in the mdzs timeline. Xue Rong is therefore enthroned as the Emperor of the Southern Dynasty, who's capital would have been Jiankang, (present day Nanjing), in the 450's, which is situated georgraphically between where the Jin clan was based in Lanling, (present day Linyi), Shandong province, and the Lans in Gusu, (present day Suzhou, just south east of Nanjing), in Jiangsu province.

It's perfectly fair to say that an Emperor, at war with a powerful neighbouring empire would be very uncomfortable with these two powers almost pincering his capital, and would be suspicious of them if they weren't openly declaring for or against him. The entire arena for what happens in MDZS is in the borderlands between the Northern and Southern Dynasty's lands, it would make both north and south very nervous.

This is canon time divergence AU MDZS, but alternative universe SGQJ, which was set in the Zhou Dynasty. over a thousand years before when the likely time for MDZS to be set is, as per the research done by anon and others in the post linked above.

#mdzs fanfic #the legend of two sisters in the chaos fanfic #crossover #shaorong #xicheng #chaptered fic #mdzs canon divergence #alternate universe two sisters verse #blood #injury #amnesia #torn loyalties #slow burn xicheng #TWTLAL AU #Shay's stuff

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Little Talks

for @give-grian-rights Bonfire Bunny Funeral but more angsty than funny.

Also I headcanon that Taurtis’ “To The End” series is Taurtis just living the rural life for a while to take a mental vacation.

TW: Mention of slavery/abuse, shipping (NOT OF IRL CUZ DAT NASTY!)

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He was here.

A place he didn’t ever want to return to. A place with too many painful memories. All of Grian’s pain may be inside of a coffin but that couldn’t help bring these unwanted thoughts.

He noticed the boxes of matches and gallons of gasoline and thought to himself that burning the body was too honorable for him. He would rather him be chopped up and fed to the dogs, well beggars can’t be choosers.

It had also been the first time in a while he had heard from Taurtis since EVO. Taurtis would send him letters about a farm that he made and even send pictures of his pet sheep who seems terrified and his holding onto a floating piece of grass. He seemed so happy and Grian assumed that Taurtis didn’t want to see him.

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Taurtis had been wondering why Grian was avoiding him and it was getting to the point that he assumed that Grian did see him as disposable and weak, something Sam would imply. Taurtis shook his head and went to go look for Grian.

He had made it to their old home. The thoughts of Taurtis being treated as less of a human, being to the point where he sleeps on a dog bed causes Taurtis to feel like the air in his lungs were ripped out and caused him to panic. Wow, even when he is dead, Sam controls Taurtis.

Taurtis eased his breathing and opened the door, only to meet Grian standing there and watching with watery eyes. Taurtis rest his hand on Grian’s shoulder and expected him to flinch or push Taurtis away and scream that he is pathetic.

He instead got Grian singing, something he would do with Professor Beak as a way to vent

“I don’t like walking around this old and empty house”

“So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear.” Grian gasped to hear Taurtis sing along with him.

“The stairs creak as you sleep, it’s keeping me awake” Grian looked at their abandoned home which was now in shambles. The thoughts of being locked in the dungeon again was causing him to shake.

“It's the house telling you to close your eyes“ Taurtis gave a sincere but pained smile.

“And some days I can't even dress myself” Teardrops stained the oak planks and it was hard enough to cause Grian to have issues with changing into anything but his sweater. He did love dressing up, but Professor beak would have to ask him “what is his name” until he gets the answers right.

“It's killing me to see you this way“ Taurtis cupped Grian’s cheek and wiped away Grian’s tears with his thumb.

“Cause though the truth may vary. This, ship will carry our-” They harmonized together and Taurtis brought Grian into his signature bear hug while rocking them side to side.

“Bodies safe to shore”

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They sat in the hearse along with the others and had Sam’s rotting corpse tied to the bumper of hearse, while being dragged across the road and the smell of decay and years of not having a shower or a bath.

They had made it to under the bridge and Grian was singing to himself and also to Taurtis.

“There's an old voice in my head, that's holding me back” Grian looked down and years of belittlement, victim blaming, gaslighting and just abuse in general contributed to his low self esteem.

“Well, tell him, that I miss our little talks” Taurtis gave him a knowing look. That he knows who this voice is.

“Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past“ Grian looked to the group which were positioning Sam into the makeshift grill. Hoping that this would give all of the people Sam has harmed for his gain, closure.

“We used to play outside when we were young, and full of life and full of love” Taurtis chuckled in a way, remembering that Sam used to be an awkward kid who would wait for Taurtis when he was scared of the stairs.

“Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right!” Grian gripped his hair and shut his eyes tightly. Taurtis frowned and spun Grian around and held his shoulders.

“Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear“ Taurtis looked at Grian and hushed him. He had a face of tough love.

“Cause though the truth may vary. This, ship will carry our-” Taurtis made Grian sing along with him and it seemed to calm him down. The smell of cooked rabbit and burnt human flesh surrounding the air wasn’t helping however.

“Bodies safe to shore”

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“Hey! Don't listen to a word I say Hey! The screams all sound the same, Hey! And though the truth may vary This ship will carry our-”

“Bodies safe to shore”

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The two sat in silence as they sat on the swing sets in the park. They gently rocked back and forth and held each others hands as a way of comfort.

“You're gone, gone, gone away. I watched you disappear. All that's left is a ghost of you” The two harmonized as if they had the same thoughts going on in their heads. It was if they were trying to talk to Sam and tell him that they suffered and they still do because of him.

“Now we're torn, torn, torn apart. There's nothing we can do. Just let me go, we'll meet again soon” They had sung that to each other and tried to move their hands away but the other one held tight, for fear that they would never see each other for a long time.

“Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around! I'll see you when I fall asleep” They looked at each other and teared up. They didn’t want to leave each other. When Taurtis got of the swing, Grian practically tackled him in a sorrowful hug.

“Don't listen to a word I say!” they had sang as if they were apologizing to each other for something that happened years ago

“The screams all sound the same” The cries of help had been mute, but now they are louder than ever.

“Though the truth may vary, This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore” They looked at each other with tears, yet smiles on their faces.

“Don't listen to a word I say Hey The screams all sound the same Hey Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore”

Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore”

One was looking for something in the others eyes and they closed the distance with a hug and a gentle, loving, “goodbye for now” kiss. Ignoring the cheers of the others and Dom screeching “About damn time!”.

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#original post #original work #grian x taurtis #taurian #taurtis #grian #yhs taurtis #yhs grian #bonfire bunny funeral #I am proud and sleeby bc of this so sorry if the end seems rushed #tw slavery #tw abuse #hermitship #tw hermitship

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