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LOST SILVER/GOLD X GN!READER [4]

chapter four time babyee!! its much longer than the previous three, it spans like 2000 something words i hope yall enjoy

chapter below the cut!

You had grown since accustomed to 'life' in the void, and you weren't alone in it, atleast. There were some things that stuck out to you as odd, though.

You didn't really have a sense of time of that had passed. Sure, you still had your Poke-Gear, but it was as good as useless. The date and time was still messed up, and no calls would obviously go through it. The strangest thing is.. you hadn't really 'slept.' Or really even had a need for sleep anymore in the first place. You had attempted to rest multiple times.. but to be honest, you were never really sure if you had fallen into slumber in the first place. But that's okay.

It's not like (Y/N) had really tried to find a way to escape this dimension in the last few.. days? Months? ...Years? Okay - it definitely hadn't been years yet but it sure felt like it. They weren't really complaining, though. (Y/N) did kind of miss the lively atmosphere of random passerby around them, though...

Just as you were thinking that, you immediately felt something.. different. You had noticed that ever since your death, you were able to 'feel' other entities around you, like Gold for example. But oddly enough.. this wasn't a familiar presence. Someone, or something, was approaching, and it sure wasn't Gold as he was right beside you.

As it got closer and closer, you looked at Gold with fear. But oddly enough, he didn't seemed phased one bit. It was as if he knew what was coming?--

You could hear ticking; like a metronome. And, strangely enough, that same noise seemed familiar to you, too. But the one being that shared that noise was in her Poke Ball--

"GOLD!" A distorted voice yelled out from the distance - it was unlike anything you ever heard. Gold, in turn, perked up immediately, the boy's head turning to around where thr source of the sound was..

As soon as your eyes met its sight, you stared, flabbergasted. It was Hypno.. that could speak and was very much taller than what a normal Hypno would be? Not to mention its intimidating presence in general.. "HYPNO WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WANT JOIN HIM FOR A NIGHT AT THE BAR - ..OH?" The pitch black eyes of Hypno's met with your own. "WHO.. IS THIS? HYPNO HAS NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE." The Hypno spoke once more, cooking his head and doing a thinking motion with his hands as he inspected your figure. "(Y/....N..)" Gold uttered, seeming floating a little closer to you than usual. "DID.. DID GOLD MAKE A FRIEND??" His distorted voice sounded more joyful. "OH -- HOW WONDERFUL! HOW PROUD HYPNO IS OF YOU!" The Pokemon cheered out, clapping his hands. Though Gold didn't really have that much of a facial expression, you could tell he was embarrassed with the slight red on his cheeks..

"ANYWAYS, WHAT HYPNO ORIGINALLY CAME HERE WAS FOR GOING TO THE BAR -- WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN HYPNO?" Gold sat in silence for a good few seconds.. until the same Unowns formed a sentence for him. "Can (Y/N) come?" You blinked, taking a moment to comprehend that. Hypno's gaze shifted over to you. It was piercing..

"DOES (Y/N) WANT TO JOIN US?" He reaffirmed with his own words. "U-Um.. sure! That.. sounds fun?" You weren't one to drink but hey, if it gets you two out of the void. "OH, JOY!" He sounded kind of sarcastic, but that's probably just the way he geninuely speaks. "IN THAT CASE, HYPNO THINKS YOU BOTH SHOULD DRESS FOR THE OCCASION!" You cocked your head. "Uh.. I-I mean, I would.. it's just --" (Y/N) look around themself. "..There's just.. emptiness."

Hypno let out a echoing laugh. "WHY -- THAT IS WHY WE MUST STOP BY HYPNO'S CAVE FIRST!" As he said that, his white pendulum began to glow a purpleish-pink aura.. and it was as if a tear in the fabric of reality just appeared before you and Gold. How on earth...? "COME NOW, WE MUSTN'T BE LATE! HYPNO HAS A FUN GAME PLANNED WITH HIS FRIENDS!"

Gold simply shrugged, and went through. I mean.. If Gold trusted Hypno, I suppose you probably wouldn't be kidnapped or whatever too. You found yourself walking through the hole and you were immediately hit with the cold night breeze blowing in from outside. The smell of nature finally hit your nostrils again --

You felt.. alive. But not really. You're still dead, sorry.

Hypno followed suit behind you with the hole in reality fading away for now. He ushered you two into the cave and you two were met with.. a pretty sad looking closet, to be honest. Hypno had already had a little bowtie on so he was just waiting in you two outside..

What.. were you supposed to wear..? Most of these were just little bow ties and party gag items.. You let out a sigh as you thought.. Gold, on the other hand, was living his best life. He had found a red bow tie and some balloons.. and he was currently in the processing on writing something on the balloons! Atleast.. to the best of his ability with a black marker in his mouth.. When he got his desired result, he floated over to you and headbutted you in your back, causing you to snap your head over to him. He was smiling right up at you.. it was endearing, in a way.

"Do I look nice?" Gold asked with the help of his Unown, seeming hesitant. "You look awesome, dude!" You beamed right back at him, and to your surprise, he let out a huff of happy air! "Actually.." (Y/N) began, turning their attention to look around at their surroundings. "..You just gave me a good idea.."

Gold could only wonder what he had done as he watched with his hollow eyes with (Y/N)'s curious movement and digging through Hypno's -- albeit kind of shitty -- closet.. and then turned back around. On their neck was a (F/C) bowtie, similar to Gold's own. "Now we're, um.. matching!" The boy of monochrome stared with his mouth slightly agape... that once agape mouth having formed into a open mouthed smile.

Having been ushered by Hypno to hurry up, the two of you found yourselves wandering back through the gloomy and dark cave right to where Hypno was, and he led (Y/N) and Gold through another one of his.. shortcuts. This time being in a whole different dimension. It was a small little bar building that was seemingly in the middle of nowhere, space, and time all at once. As soon as Hypno pushed open that welcoming door, you were hit with the strong scent of brewery and multiple different yummy scents all at once. It was overwhelming.. but in a positive manner.

"HYPNO SAYS NOT TO BOTHER HIM UNLESS YOU ARE IN DIRE NEED OF SOMETHING." The Pokemon simply stated as he walked over to a certain table with.. a desatured, demonic blue hedgehog and a large man in red and black..? Actually, now that you take a closer inspection upon your newfound surroundings, there were a lot of beings similar to you..? Atleast, you assumed they were. You hadn't really seen yourself in a mirror prior to your death..

(Y/N) felt a nudge at their side. "Hm?" They hummed out, meeting with Gold. He swayed his head in a direction and began to head to it. You found yourself mindlessly following behind with your eyes trailing around you, observing every each and different, unique being. For some reason, you feel like you had seen some of these guys somewhere before...

Ah -- who knows. The boy took a seat at the bar stool and you found yourself sitting down in a seat right beside him. (Y/N) had been wondering on what he planned to do.. but those thoughts were soon interrupted as -- what you assumed to be atleaat -- the bartender walked over to you and Gold. He had a strange appearance -- it was like he had a limited color palette or something. The way his body seemingly was glitching out and the piercing gaze of his eye, covered by the ominous shadow of his face. He definitely seemed like a guy you did NOT want to piss off.

"Ah -- Gold." The man in red began. You noticed he had a slight glitch to his voice like you and Gold. "Surprised to see you here, of all people. What can.." His gaze traveled over to you, looking you up and down. It was honestly kind of terrifying, to be honest. This was like the second scary guy you were having to meet today.. "..Who might this be?" He asked Gold. The colorless man seemed to smile when he looked at you, and then back at the bartender. "(Y/N)... my new.. friend.." He almost garbled out. "I see."

"Well then, (Y/N).." He leaned on the counter, holding his hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I suppose." You cautiously took his hand and shook it with a terrified smile. I mean -- you've already perished. It's not like he could kill you again. "My name is Red, but most people refer to me as Glitchy Red." Glitchy explained, taking his hand back down to around his waist. "I've seen Gold around here a'couple of times, but I've never seen you before. What brings you around here?"

"Ah.. I came here with G-Gold and Hypno.. but you probably could guess that.." The being spoke back in a meek voice, looking down. "And.. I suppose it's my first time here as w-well. I only started.. living here, I guess, recently." Glitchy blinked, cocking his head in the midst of cleaning a clear shot glass. "Oh? So what happened to you, then? What kind of tragic backstory do you have?" A little insensitive, but that's okay. You could only shrug. "I.. don't know. I just kind died to my knowledge and then I woke up in the void with Gold."

"..Odd." He looked back up. "Usually when people die, they usually wake up alone somewhere." That puzzled you. "..They do?" You were able to make eye contact with him finally. "Yeah -- but not everyone is the same. Maybe it was just fate."

"Fate..?"

"Yeah, for you and Gold to meet, I guess. If fate really does exist, that is." That left you thinking. "Either way, enough of this ramble of 'fate'or whatever -- what can I get you two?" "..Water.." A distorted voice managed to speak -- you had almost forgotten Gold was there! He was oddly silent throughout the whole thing.. "I.. ah.. water for me, too. I don't really drink.."

Glitchy Red stared at you two as if disappointed, but sighed. "Sure. Two glasses of plain tap water for my two special guests." He sighed, walking back to prepare your orders. You lookee back over at Gold. He had a small resting smile on his face compared to usual hollow frown.. a geninue happy grin full of bliss. What could he be so happy about?

"(Y/N).." He suddenly uttered, turning his head towards you. "Yeah?" You had accidentally been staring at him so you made immediate eye contact. From underneath his hoodie came out his little Unown buddies.

"Do you think fate is real?"

That is a question that left you to ponder. Was fate truly real? All the terrible experiences you've had prior in your life.. to build up to here. To build up to making new friends here. To have the chance to meet Gold.

"I...I.." You fell silent.

"I do." You smiled warmly. "I hope it is.. I b-believe fate is what brought us together-- I truly do." "Me too." The Unown spelled out. Before you had the chance to respond back, Glitchy came back with your orders, placing the two glasses before both of you.

"Enjoy." He simply stated. "By the way, it's on the house. You're welcome." For a moment in time, it was as if you could see a small grin on his shadowed face..? You took your glass and took a drink. You hadn't known how long you had been without water -- but good GOD was it refreshing. It was as if you were parched or something! In the corner of your eye, you had subconsciously been looking to see what Gold was doing but he was just kinda.. staring at the glass. Wistfully. Wasn't he gonna drink..?

It clicked.

"Oh- Gold.. do you need um.." (Y/N) felt a little bad for asking, honestly. "..Assistance..?" Gold looked back at you and hesitantly nodded. They scooted themself with the stool over to their friend, holding Gold's glass. Instinctively, Gold leaned over in your direction and waited.. and you helped him finally get a good ass drink of water without spilling it all over himself. He surprisingly chugged that thing as if it were to disappear! "..Thank.. you." He murmured. "You're welcome!" You beamed at him. He was still kind of close to you, and you got an idea. (Y/N) sat the glass in their hand back on the counter, and with their arms.. They brought Gold close to them; arms wrapping around his figure. They could feel Gold flinching for a moment in their grasp, but calming down immediately. The way he just melted in your arms.. You eventually rose up to meet his eyes but when you did..

He was crying.

"W-Woah -- hey -- are you okay? I-I'm sorry!" You had immediately let go. "I didn't.." "..N-No.." His voice rasped out. "You.. fine... Just.." He floated back into your arms, laying right up against your chest. "You're... so.. nice.." The boy almost choked on his words, sniffling. Had this poor man just never recieved any affection before. "Awh-- Gold.." You stuttered back out, arms closing back around him protectively. You were gonna give this man the best hug he would ever have in his life, dammit!

Your sweet moment was interrupted when you heard loud booming laughter from the other side of the bar, and then you felt almost the entire building shaking-?! MX had been celebrating his victory while Lord X and Hypno wallowed in their own loss, and he tended to forget his own strength, his happy thumps of his fist against the table having shook the entire premise.

Something told you that you and Gold were probably gonna be ushered back home by Hypno soon..

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larissa-the-scribe · 3 months

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Terrarium Lights, Pt. 2.7

End of part 2! Last time on Terrarium Lights: the ghost got a bit of... self revelation. He also goes by Samuel now.

The weekend came and went. Gail went to church, enjoyed fellowship over a shared luncheon, and accosted Pastor Jeremiah for help in prayer. He listened to her story about Samuel gravely, and didn't speak a word of doubt—but his broad, dark forehead was creased, and his rich voice rang uncertain as he clarified that she wanted him to pray for the ghost of a college-age lad who had been living in her kitchen.

"I'll be sure to give you more context and information once I have it," Gail said, "but right now the both of us know precious little, and I want to talk to my husband once he gets back. The ghost is going by the name Samuel for the time being."

That didn't appear to settle any of his confusion. She asked for him to pray for her to have wisdom as well; having secured his promise on both accounts, she drifted off to help clean up the kitchen, chuckling a bit to herself. She promised herself she would not foster that mischievous attitude too far.

The ghost in question was doing both better and worse than before. Overall, he acted less disturbed by his lack of knowledge, but he frequently grew distraught and anxious over his position. The realization that he might well be dead had begun to settle in his mind, and it had not done so easily.

It had, at first. It made sense. Samuel had noticed that he was not in a state of normal living, at least—but the jump from that to not being alive at all, and having no idea who he was or had been because he no longer existed properly, was a bit farther than he was prepared for.

It hadn’t seemed real, or possible, or comprehensible. But it was his reality, so he had to comprehend it, somehow.

Gail tried to help as best she could; but, despite having had her share of existential drama in figuring out herself and her life’s path, none of that was quite the same as realizing you were a ghost. And this ghost in particular was far more prone to angst than she had been (or at least, than she could remember having been). Mostly all she could do was be there, talk to him, and go about her normal life in an attempt to provide some form of comfort, stability, as he alternated between calm and fluster.

Considering his proneness to angst and overthinking, Gail took to leaving books open on her dining room table, giving him the chance to put some new thoughts in his head besides the encroaching fear of the unknown mixing with what little he did know. A hymnbook, the Bible, Pilgrim's Progress, her book on insects, a few collections of poems by Ari Henderson, and a few of the novels they had—Robinson Crusoe, Sense and Sensibility, and Doctor of Grimfeld Hall—were rotated in stacks throughout the next few days. She wanted to put out something more specific, but she had no idea what kind of literary taste Samuel had. He didn't pay the books much attention, but he did flip through the hymnbook at one point, looking for "Rock of Ages."

Turning the pages him much more difficulty now than they had before, in the church.

The atmosphere in the house became something of a growing storm cloud. Something was going to give, had to give, but when, or how, or what remained a looming mystery, demanding unknown resolutions.

Later on, she left a pen and paper on the table, near the books—but he had trouble picking up the pen and maneuvering it properly. That Monday, after she had asked her pastor for prayer, he came to her for help in writing down what they knew so far; perhaps it would help him make sense of… something.

She obliged.

There wasn't much to put down.

To start the paper off with, there were the strange places he had mentioned before, the unknown presence of the friend that had been with him, the vague recollections of a place like Santa Juliana, and (at Gail's prompting) the fact that he was familiar with electrical workings to some extent. Gail was going to say "to a great extent," but she knew nothing of the matter, and as such could not helpfully gauge his knowledge. He, naturally, did not remember if he knew much or not.

After some back and forth and questioning, they also wrote down several aspects of his physical appearance—that his eyes changed shade and amount of color, and that to Gail's eyes his shoulder was torn and bore dried blood, while he could not notice it at all. Upon further observation, they found that Gail could see a decent amount of dried blood matted in his hair, below his ponytail, while he could neither feel it, nor see it (discovered once they managed to finagle the mirrors). They both seemed to agree on the state of his clothes, though: scuffed and dirty, but not in a terrible state.

They noted down that he could interact with real objects, but not affect them much. Gail could touch him, and he could feel it, faintly, and her sensation of him did not seem to be of a normal physicality. Samuel got hung up on the fact that she distinctly felt him as warm.

"That doesn't feel right, somehow," he said. "Maybe it isn't so, but I thought death was associated with cold?"

“I wouldn’t know,” Gail replied, shrugging. “I can’t say as I’d rightly know what the state of the dead is, myself.”

At least for now, he seemed to be in a steadier, more objective mood towards the idea of being dead.

"Hypothetically, I should know," he said wryly. "And yet…” He gestured to himself. “However, warmth could be possibility since I am a kind of… I guess… energy? Energy often produces warmth, so maybe that’s why."

"I can't say as I rightly know about that, either," Gail chuckled. "But I'll take your word for it."

After even further debate and discussion, they also discovered that his sight of the world more or less depended on how colored his eyes were. Times that Gail could remember them being colorless, he could remember as the world around him turning murky and only patches of indistinct light and shapes.

He muttered something about energy and color and light that Gail neither understood, nor write down.

But despite all that they wrote down, Samuel was not pleased.

"I guess… I don't know. It's all information, and that's good, but, well, I don't know what to do with it. What does it mean? I… I guess I thought it would help, but it hasn’t really done anything except occupy time."

"It’s at least a start." Gail set the pen down and surveyed the single page they'd filled. "Perhaps now that we're both paying attention, we may begin to see and understand something more from all this. I don't rightly know what, just yet, but it's more information than we started out with."

Samuel nodded, still frowning.

"I wonder if I could find where you lived, if you truly are from Santa Juliana," Gail said, tapping at the table. "Though we have precious little detail to go off of. The sort of thing as you’ve described in the past could be found in a hundred places in this city alone.”

Samuel hesitated. "Maybe we could go and visit the city? But I… I don't know if anyone else can see me. I suppose I could be rather… alarming, if I have blood on me."

"True. So far you've only interacted with me that you can remember, and we haven't tested out anything further. Though, as far as I know, I'm not special in the way as sees ghosts. Or at least, this would be the first I'd know of it."

Samuel considered this for a bit. "I suppose we may want to test my visibility somehow before going to town?" He bit his lip.

"Does the idea concern you?" Gail asked.

"I… I suppose it does. I don't know of any strong logical reasons as to why it would, but… the thought of it almost frightens me. Less just the idea of meeting someone new, and more the idea of going into town. I guess… there are a lot of unknowns. At least, that would be the best I can figure out. And, well, going and being seen would be bad, but going and not being seen would be just as bad somehow. For it to be further confirmed that I’m… not here.” He pulled at the hem of his waistcoat, and moved to fidget with the buttons of it. “But… I… I do think going to town is perhaps the best next step.""Perhaps," Gail said. He was having trouble standing in place, and his hands kept moving, fiddling with different parts of his outfit. "But we have time enough, I think. You've stayed here for a good while, so I don't feel you in danger of running your time out. If you were, I believe we would have noticed something to that effect before now. So we can wait and see, and test out if others can see you first, and then move forward from there. Decide whether we can just go about town, or else disguise you, or something of that nature."

Something tickled the corner of her mind about another plan they had made, to go somewhere, but it was refusing to take shape.

Samuel sighed. "But test it how?"

Gail tapped the side of her chin. "Well, my husband was delayed some in returning, but since the letter took a few days to get here, I suppose he might be almost back on schedule. We can wait for him to get back. If we need something sooner, or the delay is severe, I suppose we could ask Pastor Jeremiah to come over for some tea and cakes. And once that's done, I can take the terrarium in for Mrs. Oberson as a reason to go all the way into Santa Juliana. She lives rather on the outskirts, but we can make a detour or two. Perhaps even stop by the university—though I don't know if we could see my daughter on such short notice. But we can find another excuse."

"That… that sounds like a good idea," Samuel said. Worry still pinched at his eyebrows, but he made no attempts to alter the plan.

Instead, he began pacing. Gail went back to her chores, unsure of anything else she could do. It was once again time to dust the house from top to bottom, and so she started with the desk and moved most of what was on it to the dining room table.

The terrarium for Mrs. Oberson she left near the edge of the table, so she could see it easier, making a mental note to spray it with a bit of water after dusting.

It seemed like it was doing well, which was encouraging.

Samuel’s pacing ended with him in front of the table, looking over the terrarium.

"I was thinking," he said, leaning over it, "about the idea with the lights. I don't really know how well this would work, but if you had some kind of shade that focused it more outward? So that it wouldn't get the moss. But well, then it would end up more as a… a spotlight than a lamp. And that might be totally unnecessary if there are lights that help plants."

There was strain in his posture and voice—probably trying to distract himself, Gail decided.

"If it were more for spectacle than light," he continued, "you could probably use a very small light, mostly just to highlight colors and setting than actually illuminating things. Like… maybe inside of it, in the moss. Or maybe… pair it with some kind of colored glass, I don’t know. Or maybe if it’s just a problem of it drying out, you'd could water the moss more? Though you'd also have the problem of watering the moss and not activating the electricity. That could be as simple making sure the circuits are properly covered. Or maybe a light ringing around the opening or hanging above it instead of a light inside of it. That would be simpler. I don’t know why I was thinking of a light coming up out of the moss. Though that could maybe look interesting."

He picked up a large old lightbulb that Gail had kept, wondering if she or Michael could make a terrarium small and delicate enough to fit inside it. It was dusty with disuse and its years being spent waiting for another day. Holding it was a struggle for him, light as it was, but he managed. He examined it, noted that it was broken, set it down again.

Gail wasn't quite sure what he could do or what he was even trying to do—he’d never actually interacted with her electric system before, much less the lights specifically, and he seemed even more scattered than usual—but she paused in her dusting to get him a new one. It could do him good to mess around with something new.

He barely noticed—lost in thought, muttering to himself, with a focused and tired look about his eyes—but nodded thanks when she passed him on her way back to the desk.

Samuel gave a strangled yelp.

Gail whirled, to see the lightbulb fizzling on in his hand. He dropped it, flailed to catch it, missed.

"I… I'm so sorry," he gasped, "I didn't mean—”

He froze, eyes wide, the broken lightbulb rolling at his feet.

"It's alright," Gail said soothingly, "it was an accident. No harm done."

The color was seeping out of his eyes—the lightbulb sparked and fizzed.

Gail took a step towards him, to reassure him, to move past and grab the broom by the kitchen door.

Samuel jumped backwards at the movement, flailing again—his arm hit the edge of the terrarium with more force than either of them dreamed he was capable of. The terrarium spun, slid off the table, and crunched to the floor with a spray of broken glass and wet soil.

"Oh no," Samuel wailed—and vanished.

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sybill-the-seer · 2 years

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“When can I start?”

Harry stood in the headmaster’s office, looking up at Kingsley Shacklebolt expectantly. Kingsley had just offered him exactly what he so desperately wanted now — something to keep him busy and occupied, something useful to do to distract him from the reality he now faced, from the horrible ache in his chest that he couldn’t stand to examine any longer.

“Likely end of August. You —”

“End of August?” Harry nearly moaned.

“Yes,” Kingsley replied firmly.

“But that’s nearly 4 months away, why —”

“You need to rest,” said Kingsley simply. “To recover. You’ve been through a terrible ordeal, Potter, and starting Auror training right now will do you more harm than good. Replenishing the Auror ranks will not happen overnight. These things take time, and so should you,” he added gently.

But taking time was the very last thing Harry wanted to do. Just the thought of 4 empty months stretching ahead of him with nothing to fill his time almost made him wish he’d never left the Forbidden Forest after all. He suddenly wished he could close his eyes and never think or feel or see again, and as he closed his eyes briefly, turning from Kingsley, he felt the sharp sting of grief and guilt sweep through him once again.

He left the office and walked down a deserted corridor, the only movement coming from a suit of armor on the stone floor, stirring weakly under a pile of rubble. Almost mechanically, Harry levitated the rubble, freeing the suit of armor, which creaked jerkily to its feet, returning to its regular sentinel position in the corridor. He turned to see a large gap in the crumbling wall. Harry could see into the Transfiguration classroom through the space where the wall should have been, could see the overturned desks and scattered chalk on the floor, and thought briefly of Professor McGonagall. He had seen her earlier today as well, had heard her give him the same advice as Kingsley. Everyone seemed to want him to go home and rest, and the more Harry heard it, the more he wondered where on earth they expected him to go.

Privet Drive was out of the question, of course — the Dursleys would likely still be in hiding elsewhere, and had the Death Eaters ransacked the place while they were gone? Harry didn’t plan to go back and find out. Even if Dedalus and Hestia were already helping the Dursleys back into their home on Privet Drive, Harry knew Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would never allow him to stay there again now that he could legally live on his own. Harry found he was quite unbothered by this thought.

There was always Grimmauld Place. The thought of returning alone to the gloomy halls of his godfather’s old house filled him with increased despair, if that were possible. But he knew the place would have to be checked for threats, and security spells would have to be reinforced before he could return there. For all he knew, Yaxley could still be using the place.

That settled it then, Harry thought. He would stay at Hogwarts. He remembered how happy this would have made him only 2 years previously, but now he felt only numbness and cold. Lifting his wand again, he set to work rebuilding the crumbling stone of the classroom wall.

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“Harry”

He turned to her, his normally bright green eyes dead and empty, dark bruises beneath them, and seemed to take a moment to comprehend her.

“Harry, it’s time to go home.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t stay here.”

“Yes I can. Your family needs time to yourselves. I’m so sorry, Mrs. Weasley…”

His voice cracked, but he cleared his throat and fell silent. Molly could see him struggling within himself, and briefly wondered how long it had been since he had let himself cry. She remembered vividly, painfully, wondering the same thing when he had clung to her after that dreadful ordeal in the graveyard, as she felt him fighting to stay in control, his face screwed up against her shoulder, fingers clenched in the material of her robes.

He ducked his head then, and made to turn away from her, back toward the crumbling stone he was bewitching, but she moved forward without thinking twice. For a second time, Molly Weasley pulled Harry into an embrace. He was taller than her now, and she had to reach up to cradle the back of his head in her hand. For a second time she felt Harry bury his face in her shoulder, and this time she could feel warm tears in the crook of her neck, heard a single, shuddering breath as he once again tried to restrain the emotion before falling silent. How long they stood there in the silence, Molly didn’t know; she could feel hot tears running down her own cheeks, and she let them fall. Harry was still, but held to her tightly.

It was Harry who finally broke away from the embrace. His eyes were slightly red, but he showed no other signs of having lost control. His jaw was set.

“You’re coming home with us, Harry.”

Harry nodded, admitting defeat.

“Go get your trunk.”

“I don’t - I mean…”

“Right, that’s right,” she said hastily, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, dear. Force of habit - doesn’t feel right to leave this place without trunks in hand, does it?”

Harry gave a weak chuckle, and for a brief moment she thought she saw the barest hint of a smile.

“Come along then.” And she put her hand on his back, guiding him toward the staircase down to the Great Hall where the rest of their family was waiting.

#my writing #fanfic #harry james potter #molly weasley #mrs weasley #post battle of hogwarts #post war #angst #hurt/comfort #tw mention of suicidal ideation #what would harry do without the weasleys

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honey-i-shrunk-the-son-inlaw · 8 months

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Long.. long, road…

You were once a prime being in reality. Though they grew depressed with your long life and reincarnated yourself into a dragonkin. Then you went into what is now known as the Astra Sea, here you found a dead god of time and prophecy allowing you to go through time at a 10x accelerated rate watching the multiverse go bye. You have waited there for so long that numerous multiverses have Died, Started, and Died again. You were able to survive this long due to the seas feature of stoping age and needing to eat. There you observed reality in a contemplative state. So they’ve waited till six multiverses have started and perished. Now you’re on the Seventh somehow reminiscing on a memory forgotten long.. long… long ago. It seems fate was your side because a wandering lesser goddess sensed an urgency in the Astral Sea and came there. There she found you a lost lonely solemn creature. She decided to approach you, you didn’t react to her presence you don’t react much to of anything anymore. She places a enchantment on you so that you could comprehend speech and introduces herself. “I am Naralis Analor a lesser member of the Seldarine an elvish goddess of suffering, healing, and death.” You attempt to but do not speak because you have forgotten how over your long existence instead you right very ancient runes in the air roughly stating “greetings I do not know my name, sorry. Please be on your way.” Analor didn’t like this answer a stated “You are suffering in this void so much so that even I managed to sense it. I will be taking you with me. And I will being your caretaker no, if, ands, or butts!” You aren’t happy with this but just go along with it. She places a ward on you to halt your aging process once you exit this domain, because supposedly it causes rapid aging when exiting. you exit you feel a unbearable hunger “Oops I forget that the hunger you would normally feel catches up to you.” She snaps her fingers and a massive banquet table appears and you instantly devour all of the food so much so that you finish an entire gods pantry. “I’m quite pleased that you liked the food.” -Analor. You sit there quite pleased with your meal. You right in the same runes again “Thank you, haven’t eaten in a long long time.” She asks “how old are you exactly, I do understand that some beings go into the astral sea to become immortal. But you’re an oddity no one has ever gotten quite that ravenous of a hunger or needing that powerful of a ward?” You look at her thinking about the time spent and ending up having to give a ruff estimate. “I have existed in that place longer than this multiverse has been thought of..” She looks at you in shock and astonishment. “Are you saying that you are older than this multiverse!?!”-Analor “older I don’t have the exact age I don’t even have that number from when my original universe…” Analor look at you in astonishment and a bit of greed. “How many multiverses have you been around for??” You look with a bit of worry. “Seven I’m currently on multiverse number seven.” She appears empathetic towards your answer knowing that you are a very ancient and very lonely person. “How about I teach you about the current universe as well as multiverse that I know of? And after that I can sponsor you as one of my clerics or paladins?” You go I along with what she is saying for now because you don’t have a choice in the matter, you’ve lost all of your magic after each multiverse was created and expired you couldn’t currently escape back to your domain even if you wanted to. “Okay if that is your wish lady Naralis Analor of the elves. I will be in your care.” She peered at you happily with a devilish smile. “I will bestow you the name Drystan evermore. And grant you healing for happier days.” She then begins to tutor you on basic knowledge and everything essential for living and surviving as a Adventurer. She helped you out many times in the pursuit of magic and even bestowed her divine boon and a familiar a fox that you named spring for its fey and beautiful nature.

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dramaticdads · 2 years

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Broken

I wrote even more Sparrow angst because I couldn’t get the thought of him being aroace and miles deep in interalized aphobia out of my head. So if you’re interested in seeing that, here you go.

Word count: 3801

CW: Strong internalized aphobia, feeling broken, mutual co-dependency, Lark and Sparrow arguing, unresolved tensions

Summary: In which Sparrow experiences aroace feelings and is fairly certain it’s just yet another thing that’s wrong with him.

Sparrow and Rebecca slept in the same bed. Not that there was anything remarkable about the fact. They were married, after all, and that was what married couples did. It was one of the few normal things that Sparrow could recognize from his own childhood. His parents were married, they loved each other, and they slept in the same bed.

Sparrow had come to know Rebecca’s habits while she was sleeping. The warm breath from the lips that had kissed him right before they fell asleep side by side. The way her hair became messy in the mornings. And he liked it too, probably. He liked her smile. The way she seemed happy with him. With their little family.

Sparrow liked having a family. He liked waking up and knowing there were people there. The way he, on a good day, could recognize the little noises from the mornings in the house he grew up in. Even if it was different, in the ways that mattered.

Rebecca kissed him every night before they went to sleep. The kisses were nice, he thought. Warm. He’d learned to kiss back too. It had been difficult to remember when to do so, at first, but he’d gotten better. Had memorized the time of night where she approached him and had started initiating it too when it seemed appropriate. He’d been somewhat surprised, after the first kiss, at how wet his lips became afterwards. How dry his tongue turned when the kiss grew more intense. That was how it was supposed to be, he’d later learned, and he didn’t really mind in the end.

Rebecca was good at knowing how it was supposed to be. Sparrow had no idea half the time. Most of the time. He no longer knew exactly who to blame it on, but his whole life had been an anomaly in many ways. Oftentimes he hated it. Lingered on the thoughts for longer than he would like. He knew it was probably not a good idea to do so, but sometimes it seemed to have a purpose. When he could try to pinpoint exactly what went wrong and where. Try to find a why and a what, instead of the incomprehensible jumble of lines tying knots on each other wherever he went.

Sparrow used to believe he and his brother could rule the world. That if they put their minds to it, the stars would align, and everyone would kneel before them. Reality had come crashing down even before the sun turned dark.

It hadn’t taken that long, back in this world, for Sparrow to realize that he had been ruined for good. That the Forgotten Realms, the Doodler, had been the final straw to make Sparrow completely unable to understand anyone besides his brother. He wished it hadn’t, beat himself up constantly, because surely there was something in his mind that comprehended the language everyone else so seamlessly spoke.

He’d tried his best to go through the steps, though. Meeting Rebecca had been a sort of saving grace. Because Sparrow couldn’t leave Lark’s side. He needed Lark, Lark needed him. They were stronger together, weak and shaking on their own, and that was one of the many things that were abnormal about him. It was one of the things he wished he could change, and yet it was the one thing he couldn’t let go of, even if he knew it was impossible to fit in like that. He couldn’t just be around his twin brother and no one else.

But then he met Rebecca, and she smiled at him in that way you’re supposed to smile at people. At people you have feelings for. She kissed him, and there was someone to latch onto who understood this world fully, who fit into it so perfectly, and she said she loved him. He didn’t know why, but she understood the world and she loved him, and she was okay with Lark being there too. Soon enough they had a family. A happy and (almost) normal one, that you could take nice pictures of and put up on walls in the sort of homes that weren’t littered with museum souvenirs and crystals.

When he became a father, he realized that that was the sort of thing he wanted for a kid more than anything. A family no one would whisper about behind their backs. A life where you didn’t need to fend for yourself. Where you didn’t have to fight tooth and nail to get away from attacking bounty hunters or kidnapping grandfathers. A life where you went to school and the teachers didn’t declare you a problem, and you made friends your age, who you could lightly joke with or go play a ball game with in someone’s yard. Because Sparrow felt he had started to see something pleasant in the unremarkable. It was so inaccessible and impossible, that it seemed even more fantastical than the literal magic he’d been exposed to himself.

Of course, the universe didn’t seem to agree with that desire, because the world was ending around them. Once his father had lost, it was his turn to fight. Lark and he understood the importance of not involving the kids, and that was the strongest desire Sparrow had as he fought. That this fight would be won, simply so the anomaly would be over and would never become relevant to any of the children. That they could at least keep it at bay until the kids had moved on to some other place where things were simpler.

Lark was the odd one out, he sometimes thought to himself. But he knew that was unfair, even though Lark being around Sparrow and Rebecca all the time was somewhat off. Even if Lark rarely smiled at all and always had a loaded shotgun nearby. Because sometimes Sparrow felt like there were more things off about himself than Lark. He desperately hoped he was good at hiding it, but he knew the way he was feeling wasn’t right. That there were broken things about him that no one else seemed to experience.

Because Rebecca kissed Sparrow every night and it never made him feel very much at all. She held him close and all he could pay attention to was when her arm held him in ways that were somewhat uncomfortable. He looked at her, and he could tell she was pretty, but he knew so deeply that that wasn’t enough. That it was wrong that it felt like a chore sometimes, when Rebecca let the kiss linger for long enough to provoke further action.

But Lark seemed to understand that sort of thing. Sparrow was not a fool and Lark was not discreet. Sparrow still remembered many of the brief flings Lark had had, even if the brother never spoke of them too deeply. Sparrow had seen Lark kiss others before and knew how he looked whenever he’d done so. He had immediately picked up on the signs when there had been something akin to a fling between Lark and Rebecca, that Sparrow felt he should’ve minded more than he did. Rebecca had seemed brighter, even if the guilt was written all over her smile. She was still smiling, and that was what was most important.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Rebecca asked one day, as she pulled back from a kiss.

"Wrong?" Sparrow blinked with some confusion, because what could he possibly have done to make her think that?

"You don't seem all that excited is all…"

That made Sparrow tense, "Oh, sorry,” And he was unsure what else to say. He should've been more awake. He should've smiled, he should've, "You look good. I'm just tired, is all." He tried, because he was, in a way, and it made it so much harder to perform it right.

He looked at Rebecca, all the parts of her that were pretty. The parts that might've made him feel something if there hadn't been something off about him. Sometimes Rebecca gave him looks that implied she found parts of him attractive. Complimented the bits you were meant to compliment. For some reason it made him feel worse. Knowing she was giving him a form of appreciation he could only pretend to give back. That he wasn’t even sure he appreciated properly.

She’d dropped it for that night. Had left him be, and a part of him wished she hadn’t, because the thoughts had started flooding back.

He loved her. He always felt he loved people deeply and surely. Rebecca certainly meant something to him, because the ring was on his finger for a reason, pretty, yet unassuming. So why was it that he wasn’t doing this right?

He couldn’t let this show. Not just for Rebecca but also for the kids, because it would ruin everything he hoped for if they learned they lived in a home with a father who couldn’t even find the right feelings for his own wife. The worst part was that kids were smart; they knew more than what one would think. Sparrow knew, because he and his brother listened, watched, picked up on signs consistently back then. They knew when there was something their parents left unsaid.

“What’s wrong?”

The words had been so out of place that Sparrow found it difficult to believe that they had even been said at all. That the voice Sparrow recognized better than any other voice in the world had uttered words like that so suddenly, when Sparrow had simply been reading a book on the couch.

It was Lark. Lark was watching him. He had turned away from what he was whittling with his sharp dagger, wood shavings in a neat little pile on the table. The two of them had been sitting in the same room as usual, quietly existing side by side as they’d always done. Quietly, because they had never needed to speak much in the first place. They simply understood, without further explanation. Perhaps Sparrow missed when they had something to scheme about. When the words exchanged between them were not brief necessities in the midst of battle, but this was simply the way things were now.

“Hm?” Sparrow responded, because for this reason, he had not expected Lark to speak at all.

“It’s written all over your face, brother.” Lark responded, his voice somewhat gruffy. ‘Brother’ was a word that caught Sparrow off guard these days. A word that used to be a simple and childish way to address one another, which had now turned into something heavy and fond all at once. Accusatory, sometimes. “Spill it.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I was just reading, Lark.” Sparrow tried.

“You haven’t flipped the page for almost fifteen minutes, and your eyes weren’t focused.” Lark continued matter-of-factly.

“Why were you watching?” Sparrow asked, already knowing the answer.

“I wasn’t. I can just tell.”

Sparrow sighed, “It’s nothing of consequence.”

“It seems to be of consequence to you,” Lark appeared almost annoyed, and the fact got on Sparrow’s nerves to be entirely frank. “What is it? Is it Normal’s costume? Something with Rebecca?”

“It’s not about them.” Sparrow responded sharply.

“Just tell me, then. I’ll figure it out eventually anyway.” Lark informed, and Sparrow despised how he was most likely right. No matter how unlikely it was that he would enter that specific trail of thought, unless Sparrow was being a great deal more obvious than he attempted to, Lark would probably find the answer.

The truth was, though, that Sparrow wasn’t entirely sure what he was thinking about, or what was bothering him. That was exactly what made him so annoyed with the question in the first place, even if he couldn’t get mad at Lark for being observant. Sparrow knew he would’ve asked much the same, had their positions been reversed.

“It’s bland.” He replied, “It’s just some personal thoughts.”

“You’re being introspective?”

“I suspect there’s something wrong with me, is all.”

The room went quiet, the comfortable and familiar silence gone in favor of something less ideal.

The worst part of it was the way Lark’s eyes narrowed. As if the comment had not merely been about Sparrow himself but about the two of them as a unit yet again. As if any fault found in either of them could easily be applied to the other, because whatever went wrong with Sparrow must’ve gone wrong with Lark, and whatever thing that was making Sparrow question his lack of normality would always include Lark as a part of it.

“Just me, though,” He added for that reason, “Not them, nor you.”

Lark’s shoulders untensed and something in his expression softened in the sort of way Sparrow didn’t feel he could look at for too long, “What would that be?”

“I’m not…” he tapped the cover of the book as he looked for the right words, “Feeling things properly.”

Lark raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, regarding Rebecca. People. The things… Those things you’re supposed to feel.”

“What? Love?” Lark uttered in a way that sounded much like a joke.

Sparrow flinched and looked away, “I don’t know…”

Lark seemed caught off guard by Sparrow’s resignation, “Come now. You’re Sparrow, the love wolf,” And the title hit differently when his brother said it, because Lark was never the one to say it, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s not- it’s just- the feelings. The… Attraction, more so.” Sparrow tried, and Lark’s expression shifted subtly again, leading Sparrow to immediately elaborate, “That feeling I can read on your face when you’ve kissed someone.”

Lark seemed extremely caught off guard by that phrasing, “Me?”

“Yes,” Sparrow said, his voice quieter, “Your face turns warm. You feel it in your gut, I think. About those people you draw away from when you feel it too strongly.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said it like that because it clearly resembled an accusation, though Lark hardly seemed phased. “And what about that feeling?”

“I don’t feel it.”

Lark was confused by the statement, “Recently?”

“I never did,” And some desperation creeped into Sparrow’s tone right then, “I’ve tried to. I’ve tried very hard but it’s just not working.”

“For Rebecca?” Lark asked, and Sparrow for a moment felt as if Lark was just playing dumb, because surely he understood more of what Sparrow was saying.

“For anyone!” he explained, “It’s like- it’s like they all know something I don’t. Like they… They expect me to feel something I don’t. Rebecca kisses me and I don’t feel anything in my gut except sometimes I feel guilty for that reason. And it’s starting to bother me, because I think a part of me assumed it would show up eventually if I went along with it for long enough.”

“You’ve been with Rebecca for years.”

“Exactly.”

Sparrow wondered what Lark was thinking about him right then. Did he even believe a word of what had been said? Did he think Sparrow ungrateful? If Lark had been with Rebecca once, surely he saw something in her that Sparrow did not, and was that not unfair? Because Rebecca deserved to be viewed in the same way she viewed Sparrow, and he was not capable of providing that. Did Lark find Sparrow’s concerns entirely silly and unimportant? Was this even worth all this thought when it came to others like second nature?

Lark inspected Sparrow for a few moments like he was trying to find information that was more difficult to access than usual, or simply confirm the information he already had. “That sounds confusing,” he simply stated, his tone softer than usual.

“It… Doesn’t matter much, though. It’s not like it’s something I can do anything about at the moment. I’m married, there is a whole family on the line and the details of my feelings don’t have enough weight to let that go.”

The silence after that continued on for long enough for Sparrow to feel as if he’d ended the conversation entirely.

That was when Lark spoke certainly and suddenly, as if Sparrow had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world, “What are you talking about?” his eyes hardened, “Of course your feelings have weight in this!”

Sparrow tensed, “Maybe so, but not enough.”

“Clearly you’re not comfortable with this, and that means something needs to change.”

“What do you suggest then? Do you want me to get a divorce because the vibes are off?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, brother,” Lark said, and he sounded more tired than anything as he did so, “I think maybe new boundaries need to be set, or you need to talk to her about it. Married people are meant to communicate, anyway.”

“So, what, you just want me to go up to her and explain I might never have felt anything for her? How do you think I can possibly do that without destroying everything?”

Lark sighed, “Brother-“

“Not everyone can just drop everything the second it becomes emotionally overwhelming to them!” Sparrow hissed, the words dripping with something far too personal.

Lark glared at him, “That’s not- that’s not even what I’m asking you to do! You’re not listening it’s just- “he placed a hand on his forehead and took a sharp breath, “God, you never stand up for yourself! You just take the punches unless someone else steps in. Sometimes you need to confront these things. You can’t just let them bubble up and explode at the final fucking second!”

Sparrow’s eyes widened with a mix of emotions that were stronger than anything he could get himself to express in coherent ways, “How can you- how can you just say that?” he breathed, “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You don’t know what it’s like to have to hold all of this together!”

The words were heavy, landing like the hammer of a blacksmith striking the anvil, and a part of Sparrow regretted them the moment they’d left him. The silence lingered in the air like blades waiting to be swung.

Lark’s glare shifted as he let out a short, baffled laugh, “I don’t know what it’s like?” he whispered, “Do you- do you have any idea… I…” he took a deep breath with frustration, “Everything out there. The sun, the things we're constantly fighting… All of that was started by me,” he smiled humorlessly, “Do you think that shit’s easy to live with? Do you think I’m just going about my day, leaving behind anything I find too difficult? No, brother, I’m finishing my battles, and excuse me if the battles that are important to finish are bigger than just some emotional speedbump!”

Sparrow’s heart clenched, and he tried not to linger on how this was the first time Lark had said what happened back then out loud, “Emotional speedbump? Please. This is our family. This is everyone’s kids we’re talking about. I get what you’re saying, Lark, but the Doodler isn’t just your battle. We’re all constantly fighting it together, and that doesn’t mean that everything we have aside from that doesn’t hold any importance.”

“And that’s exactly what we need to protect. There are threats to it around every fucking corner, and just because you’re always letting your guard down doesn’t mean I can too.” Lark stated darkly, “I constantly need to protect you when-“

“And you think I’m not protecting you?” Sparrow asked, “The only reason you have anywhere to stay at all, is because of me! You’re living in my house, you’re a part of my family, you’re here while I’m raising my kids.”

“I’m protecting it,” Lark’s voice lowered, “And don’t pretend you’re not desperate to keep me here.”

“Because there’s nothing out there for you! Your head never left the Forgotten Realms!”

“It came here with us.”

“You brought it here. You just said.”

“What, you think I did it just because I couldn’t handle the thought of coming back to this?” Lark asked.

“It certainly feels like it sometimes!” Sparrow near-shouted.

“That’s a fucking low blow and you know it. As if coming back here isn’t the source of the majority of your own insecurities.”

Sparrow huffed, “Are you trying to blame it on me now?”

“I’m saying that this whole thing isn’t meant to be about whatever stupid decisions we made as kids,” Lark sounded almost desperate right then, “There are more important things at stake than blame. I’m not the one projecting insecurities about my own childhood onto another kid.”

Sparrow’s heart dropped, “Are you fucking kidding me?” he whispered, “You’re regularly handing him weapons. “

“He needs to defend himself. “

“He’s not supposed to be involved in anything he needs to defend himself from. We both agreed on that.”

“The world doesn’t care what’s supposed to happen.”

“I… I don’t want to do this right now.” Sparrow tried.

“Do what?”

“You know what I mean.”

It was as if the tension froze in the air at the words and started melting onto the ground, slowly but steadily.

Lark sighed deeply and turned to his knife and what he was previously carving. An unfinished bird, Sparrow noted. “All I’m saying,” Lark said quietly, “Is that this is only going to get worse if you ignore it.”

Perhaps he was right. The words clung to Sparrow’s mind in the days that followed. Whenever he saw Rebecca sleeping soundly, whenever he sat by himself and allowed his thoughts to run free.

And he knew, in the end, that it was a sign that Lark cared. Because if Lark did not, he would not have said anything at all, and the soft way he’d called the situation confusing would’ve been replaced by him rolling his eyes at Sparrow’s pointless ramblings. Sparrow had not expected the situation to be acknowledged in such a way, had not expected Lark to care enough to shout about it, and maybe that was Sparrow’s own mistake. Because Lark and Sparrow knew each other more deeply than anyone else ever would, and he should’ve known that Lark would’ve noticed, that Lark would’ve cared more than Sparrow could get himself to.

“I’m sorry.” Sparrow had told Rebecca a few days later, as they were lying side by side.

“Sorry? Why?” Rebecca asked, confused.

“I’m… Emotionally I think I’m always in a bit of a weird place, is all, “he tried, “And I’m sorry if that ever hurts you, in any way.”

“Oh, it’s alright, love,” Rebecca smiled fondly, “You can always let me know what’s going on with you. If something needs to be addressed, I’m sure we can find a good compromise that’ll make things easier for the both of us.”

“Yeah,” Lark was quiet for a breath, “I’m sure we will.”

Sparrow and Rebecca fell asleep in the same bed.

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slasherhaven · 3 years

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Hey! You did a request where the slashers' S/O finds out about what they do and leaves, what about a version where they find out and are scared, but try to accept it? Like they are very much terrified and not sure how to react, but they know they love their slasher. If that makes sense. Thanks so much! Your writing brings me so much joy 💜

Part 1 Here

The Slashers S/O finding out what they do (But this time they stay):

Thomas Hewitt

You had known Thomas for a while now. When he worked at the meat processing plant. He was quiet, kept to himself, but he was sweet. The sweetest man you had met in that place.

The two of you became close, you started dating.

Then the factory closed, most people moved out of town. You were trying to stay but it was getting difficult.

But the Hewitts stayed and you visited Thomas everyday. Luda May loved you and you loved her, thinking of her as a mother figure.

You loved Thomas and he loved you, more than anything.

You visited everyday, and today it seemed that nobody was home. But the door was open so you just let yourself in, knowing nobody would mind.

You called for Thomas but got no response. But you heard a sound in the basement.

Maybe he was doing some repairs or something down there? You just shrugged and headed down the stairs.

You froze at the bottom of the stairs.

There Thomas was, the man you loved, hacking up a body, reminding you of his time at the factory…but much more disturbing.

The stair creaked as you shifted, catching Thomas’ attention.

He turned, expecting Hoyt or Luda May but he saw you and froze.

“Tommy…”

You looked between him and the body of a young man before coming to your senses, darting back up the stairs.

Thomas followed behind you. He wanted to explain…to beg for forgiveness…or do something.

You were the best thing that ever happened to him, the only person to show him kindness and love. You made him feel like he might actually deserve love, somebody as good as you, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He couldn’t even comprehend the thought of losing you.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you nearly ran right into Luda May. Seeing the fear in your eyes and the tears staining your cheeks, she knew what had happened.

“Oh sweetie, come on, it’s going to be alright. Let’s sit you down and get you something to drink” she placed a hand on your arm, looking back at the panicked Thomas, and ushered you into the kitchen. “It’s all going to be okay, you’re family. I’m sure Tommy will explain everything to you” she placed a cup of sweet tea in front of you before leaving you and Thomas in the kitchen.

He sat with you and he did explain everything. How it all began, how Hoyt seemed to lose his mind. There was a moment you thought you were going to throw up when he informed you what they did with the bodies but you managed to keep your food down, drinking from your tea.

And Thomas apologised. For what he does, for hiding it from you, for you having to see it, for you having to be with somebody like him.

Your fear was overwhelmed by your love and protectiveness over the man in front of you, even now he was so sweet. You told him that he didn’t need to apologise for you being with him, you were with him because you loved him. “...I still love you” you confessed, realising it yourself.

Even after all this, you loved Thomas. You knew that this should have put an end to all feelings you had for him but it didn’t, you still loved him more than anything.

Thomas was surprised by your confession. He knew you loved him, he just didn’t think you could still love him after this. He could cry just from how much he loves you.

This was a lot but you would try to understand, try to accept it, all so that you could be with him and be there for him.

Like Luda May said you’re family, so you’ll probably be moving in with them. Thomas is super protective of you, making sure you stay as far away from the gory business, which you appreciate.

It would be a slow process, accepting this way of life, but Tommy was the reason you were doing this and he made it worth it.

Bo Sinclair

Continued straight from Part 1.

You stayed, mostly against your will, but you hadn’t spoken to Bo since you found out the truth about the town. He tried to talk to you but you were still processing, so he attempted to give you some space.

You noticed that he was trying to give you space, to be less intense, to not scare you or come on too strong. You appreciated that because it was so unlike him, it showed that he was trying in some manner.

Eventually the time came that more visitors came to the town, and you had been sent up to the house and told to stay there. You weren’t about to argue with that.

It was dark by the time everything had been ‘dealt’ with. Vincent was in his workroom and Lester had gone home, Bo hadn’t come back to the house yet. So, you had just decided to go to bed and try to ignore everything that had happened today.

It was late when you heard movement downstairs, of course you hadn’t actually managed to get any sleep. You heard a bang followed by Bo cursing. You sighed before climbing out of bed and walking downstairs to see what was going on.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Bo using a damp cloth to clean the slash wound on his arm. You figured there was a struggle when he was...doing what he does.

You walked over to him, taking the cloth out of his hand. He was about to snap until he realised it was you, he seemed to relax then.

“I’ve got it” he assured you, reaching for the cloth.

“Just let me help” you sighed, bringing the cloth back to his arm to wipe the blood away. Bo wasn’t going stop you, at least you were talking to him.

You cleaned away the blood and decided that the wound didn’t need stitches, just a bandage.

“Thank you for being patient” you spoke quietly as you wrapped the bandage around his arm. “I just...I need a little more time. This isn’t easy but it’s helping, I promise.”

Patience wasn’t something that Bo was good at but he was managing it, so you just wanted him to know that it was paying off, he just had to keep it up a little longer.

Bo didn’t respond, he didn’t know what to say. He was just glad that you were talking to him, and that you did see things going back so somewhat normal, you just needed more time.

“Thanks” Bo mumbled as you finished securing the bandage.

“No problem. Don’t like seeing you hurt” you whispered, nearly pulling a smile from him. Even now, you cared about him and that meant a lot. “Do you think...do you think you could just lay with me tonight?” honestly, you had missed him, you just couldn’t go right back to normal quite yet.

“Sure thing, darlin’” Bo wrapped his good arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards his chest. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist, the two of you just standing there for a while as he rested his chin on top of your head.

After a tiring day, Bo would normally come back to you. That hadn’t been an option lately, but things seemed to be getting better.

Vincent Sinclair

Continued straight from Part 1.

You had to stay, there was no way Bo would let you leave, so you stayed, even if it was kind of against your will.

You were able to keep up with your chores, distracting yourself from the reality of the town.

Vincent distanced himself from you a little, figuring that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him, but he couldn’t just leave you alone right now. He’d check in on you, making sure you were doing alright.

There had just been a lot of tension between the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say or do.

It took a lot of time for you to process everything that you had learnt, and Vincent had taken the time to explain everything to you, and answer any questions you had.

Things had gone back to normal, other than your relationship with Vincent. You still shared a room, you were still technically together, the two of you just didn’t really act like it anymore. Neither of you really knew where you stood, but you both knew that it was you that would have to make the first move to letting him know you’re alright.

It had been a rough day, Bo was in a bad mood, and you and Vincent couldn’t lean on each other to feel better. Until that night.

You walked into the bedroom to see him sitting on the end of the bed, he looked over at you as you closed the door, wondering what you were thinking when you walked right up to him.

You moved to stand between his legs and reached up, removing his mask and placing it down on the bed beside him.

Vincent lent into your touch as you caressed the scarred side of his face. It was difficult to come to terms with what was happening in the town but you managed it, and during that time you were reminded that Vincent was still the same Vincent you knew, the man you loved.

“I love you, Vinny” you spoke softly, knowing that was all you needed to say to promise him that everything was going to be alright.

The two of you spent the rest of the night just holding each other, feeling some comfort in knowing that you were still there for each other and that wasn’t going to change.

Lester Sinclair

You had thought Ambrose was a blessing. The three brothers taking you in during your time of need. You moved in properly with Lester a little later when you started dating.

But this town was far from a blessing, you realised that when you discovered the truth about the town, learning about how the brothers got their victims and what they did to them.

As soon as you saw all of this, you hurried back to the home you shared with Lester.

Oh Lester…sweet, energetic, kind Lester…how could he be apart of this?

You couldn’t even think straight, pacing around the room, wiping the tears away from your face. You suddenly turned to the front door when it opened and closed, Lester stepping inside.

His heart broke when he saw your tear stained face. You knew…you knew everything...

“Y/n, I…I’m sorry” was he apologising for being involved in those people’s deaths, he guessed so. He knew it wouldn’t help but he hoped you could see his sincerity.

“How could you be a part of this, Lester?” you asked, tears staining your cheeks. You just couldn’t picture the man you loved ever purposely hurting an innocent person.

“I…I’m sorry” he wanted to give you an explanation just like you deserved but he didn’t have one, not one that would make things better. So he just apologised again, because he was so sorry that you had to see any of this. “I know it ain’t right but...I-I never hurt those people” he told you.

“No...you just sabotaged their cars? Took them into town so your brothers could kill them?” you looked at him in disbelief. You knew what he was trying to say but he couldn’t distance himself from this.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to get mixed up in this” he apologised yet again.

“...you’re killing people, Lester” you shook your head. He wanted to argue the technicalities but knew that it wouldn’t matter. “...I’m scared” you confessed. Even now, you couldn’t fear him. You knew that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

In fact, you had a feeling that if you wanted to walk out that door, he would let you.

“I’d never hurt you, Y/n” Lester promised you and you nodded, knowing he was being truthful. “Please...please don’t leave” he pleaded with you.

“...I’m not going to leave” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. How did you end up in this situation?

“You’re not?” Lester asked, clearly surprised.

“I’m not...I just...I need some time, okay?” you knew that you needed to sit down and talk to him about all of this some more, you needed to know their reasons and how this all started. You couldn’t just move on without that conversation.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Thank you” he nodded a little frantically, just happy that you weren’t going to run away. Even if he couldn’t blame you if you did.

“But I can’t go into town. I can’t look at those figures or even your brothers right now” you told him, shaking your head.

“Okay, that’s fine, as long as you’re here” Lester nodded again, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around you.

You tensed for a moment before relaxing, remembering that this was still your sweet Lester. So you wrapped your arms around him and just cried into his shoulder while he held you and shushed you.

He knew that this wasn’t going to be easy, that a lot of things would change and he would need to be patient, but he was ready to put in the work and show you that he’s still the man you thought he was.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Continued straight from Part 1.

After calming down and processing everything you had just learnt, you unlocked the bedroom door and stepped out. But Asa wasn’t there.

Heading down the stairs, you found him waiting in the living room, knowing that you couldn’t leave the house without passing him there.

As soon as you stepped into the room, he was looking at you, clearing trying to figure out what you were thinking and feeling.

He gestured to the place beside him on the couch, and you knew you didn’t really have a choice. So you sat down beside him, leaving a fair amount of distance between you both.

“I’ll tell you everything, answer every question you have” Asa promised, and he did. He told you everything he does and why, he answered all your questions. Got you tissues and made you a hot drink. He would have made you food but you didn’t have much of an appetite.

“Where you ever going to tell me or...did you think I would just never find out?” you asked.

“You wouldn’t have found out. If it weren’t for whoever sent you that package, you wouldn’t have found out” he sounded sure of himself. You wished you could argue with him but you knew he was right, you had no clue. If he didn’t want you to know, you wouldn’t have ever found out.

“So you would’ve just kept lying to me?” you didn’t know whether to be annoyed or pleased that he was being so honest with you now.

“Would you have preferred I tell you everything and risk this exact reaction?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious, but you didn’t have an answer for him.

“...you’re going to find out who sent that package, aren’t you?” you asked and he nodded. “And what will you do to them?” you already knew the answer.

“I’ll take care of it” Asa told you simply. You just nodded, how were you supposed to respond to that? “Nothing has to change” he assured you.

“It will...it already has. You’re a murderer, Asa. How am I supposed to just overlook that?” you asked in disbelief.

“The fact that you came out of the bedroom, that you’re sitting and talking with me now, tells me that you’ll be able too. Some day” he told you, making you sigh. It made sense. You were reacting far too calmly now. “No more secrets. I tell you everything and you be honest about how you’re feeling. That’s the only way this can work, okay?” he asked.

“...okay” you agreed with a small nod.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse has plenty of enemies, not that you know that, and it was one of those enemies that decided that the best way to get to him was through you.

You were home alone, Jesse away on a business trip, when somebody rang the doorbell.

When you answered the door, nobody was there. Just a box set on the doorstep.

You were careful, you looked around, gently opened the box but only saw videotapes. Weird.

You took the box inside and took a closer look. There were plenty of videotapes, the box full. Each one was labelled by a state, a town, a month. You didn’t know what any of that meant.

So, like an idiot, you played a tape.

You were horrified. The video was of a young woman being murdered gruesomely.

Why would anyone send you a box of snuff films? Who could be so disturbed.

And something in your gut told you that these were real.

You were just about to turn it off, sick to your stomach, about to call the police. About to message Jesse about this awful thing.

But then a man walked into frame. Bald, tall, fitted black suit, and wearing a chrome skull mask. Something so…unsettlingly familiar.

It couldn’t be…it just couldn’t be your Jesse…

But it was and you knew it. You turned off the video, ejecting the tape and throwing it to the ground, tears streaming down your face.

All these tapes…proof of the horrific, sadistic murders that the man you loved had committed.

The front door opening and closing made you jump…

You turned and came face to face with the man.

He was about to sign a greeting as he approached you but stopped when he saw your terrified, tear stained face.

He took in your expression for glancing down at the box of tapes, noticing the one you had thrown down and broken…how did you get those tapes? Of course, he knew what they were instantly.

He was going to find out who gave you these and he was going to make sure they regretted it.

“Jesse…please tell me these aren’t real…that, that isn’t you” you pleaded with him, even if you knew the truth now. He didn’t respond, just stared at the box of tapes. “They’re-they’re all yours?…all you?” you asked.

You let out a broken sob when he nodded. There was no point lying now, you knew, it was over.

How could the man you loved do these things? He had always be so wonderful, so perfect, if you didn’t have all this evidence, you wouldn’t have believed it.

“…are you going to hurt me?” you asked and he instantly shook his head.

God, you wanted so badly to believe him but after seeing what he was capable of…you just didn’t know anymore.

“How could you do those things, Jesse?” this was the man you wanted to marry…but you didn’t know him at all. “Do you get off on this shit?” you were looking at him like you didn’t recognise him and he hated it.

He took a step towards you but you took one back. You were scared of him…and that was the last thing he ever wanted.

‘I’m not going to hurt you’ he signed. ‘…I’m sorry…’ he apologised because that’s all he could do. There was no explanation he could give you, no gift or gesture that would earn your forgiveness, there was nothing he could do to make this right. All he could do was give you a weak apologise.

“…you’re…I don’t know you, you’re not my Jesse…I…” he stepped towards you again but you took five steps back this time.

The images on those tapes flashed through your mind. Those women, the way he killed them…how could he ever do something like that and come home to you. To touch you, to love you. You were disgusted with him and yourself.

It must have been the adrenaline in your body but you finally took action, not bothering to grab your coat as you hurried past him and towards the front door.

You gasped when he caught you by the waist pulling you into his chest. You couldn’t even fight it, you just broke down, crying into his chest. He knew he just had to stop you from running out in a panic, he needed to prove that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He held you, much preferring this to you running away.

“This is your...work?” you asked quietly. All those trips...he was actually hurting those people. How could he even hide this from you for so long?

You looked up at him just to see him nod.

“But you enjoy it...don’t you?” he paused and then nodded. The answer didn’t really matter, either way he was killing people for profit, did it really matter that much if he liked it or not?

He just kept a hold on you as you cried. Once your sobs calmed down and you seemed to have gotten over the initial panic, Jesse pulled away slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“...I knew something wasn’t right. You never talked about your work, or how you got all this money, I knew it was something shady but...but I never expected this” you confessed. He ran his hand over your hair, of course you didn’t, you had trusted him. “I...I’m scared, Jesse. I can’t get those tapes out of my head, I’m scared of the things you’ve done but...but I can’t be scared of you. You really wouldn’t hurt me, would you?”

Jesse instantly shook his head. He’d never hurt you, he can easily promise that.

“I’m going to need time, Jesse” you told him but he already knew that, and he was willing to wait, to prove that he was still the man you thought you knew.

First Jesse would put those tapes somewhere safe, get them away from you, then the two of you can talk about this, he can try to explain himself and stop hiding things from you. He wanted you to know everything, because only then can you move on together. Once you know everything, he won’t have to hide anything and he won’t have to worry about you finding out.

It might be difficult for a while but in the end this could strengthen your relationship, it just needed some patience.

Otis Driftwood

Continued straight from Part 1.

After you left, Otis came after you, worried about you going to the police. He had grabbed your arm without thinking about it, hating the feeling he felt when you flinched and looked at him with fearful eyes. He promised you that he wasn’t going to hurt you, that you were safe, before guiding you back to the house.

By this time, both Mama and Baby were home. They both greeted you as you passed through the living room, both of them carelessly telling you that everything was going to be alright.

Otis took you to his room so that just the two of you could just talk, without the rest of the family getting involved. As soon as he released your arm, you crossed the room to put some distance between you both.

“What do you want?” you asked, looking at him like you didn’t recognise him at all.

“What so I want? What do you mean?” Otis asked. He didn’t want anything.

“Why not just let me go? You said you aren’t going to hurt me...so let me go” you glanced at the door behind him, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy but giving it a shot anyway.

“I can’t...” he sighed.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because the last thing we need is you running to the police” he knew you already knew that.

“I won’t. I promise” you assured him. He wanted to believe you, and for the most part he did. Maybe his reasons for keeping you around was even more selfish than saving the family’s ass, he didn’t want to lose you. “...why are you doing all of this? I...how could you hurt those people?” Otis wasn’t the most ordinary man, far from it. Maybe it was your fault for not suspecting your boyfriend was a sadistic murderer.

“C’mon, you’ve always known something wasn’t quite right but you always overlooked it, right?” Otis asked, you hesitated but nodded. “This is what we were hiding, what you had been curious about, you just don’t like it...but you don’t need to be afraid” he assured you as he walked up to you.

“It’s not that easy, Otis” you scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“I know, and we’ll give you time. I just need you to trust me” Otis placed his hands on your upper arms, making you look up at him. “Do you trust me?” he asked, stroking his hands up and down your arms.

“...I do” you nodded, sighing when he pulled you into a protective embrace.

Hell, are you a little more fucked up than you thought?

#thomas hewitt x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

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geekwritersworld · 3 years

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His greatest dream

Pairing: Henry cavill x reader

warning: tooth rotting fluff

summary: Henry’s greatest dream becomes a reality

a/n :let me know what you think. Feedback is always welcome!

He continued to feel dazed. The reality of the situation not quite sinking in, not even 9 months later. Even as he held his newborn daughter in his arms, Henry couldn’t quite comprehend that he had a hand in her making. He couldn’t comprehend that someone so small and absolutely precious was the result of the love that he shared with his wife.

Yet here she lay, bundled up in a pink blanket in his arms. They hadn’t seen her eyes yet, since she was just 2 days old, and didn’t open her eyes completely as yet. You slept peacefully, or so he thought, but unbeknownst to him, you were watching him hold your baby with one eye peeking open.

His muscular arms making his daughter look even tinier. She may have just been 2 days old, but Henry had already decided that she needed to be protected from the smallest of things, for instance, even when the nurse held your baby, checking her vitals, you, were concerned but trusted the nurse to know what she was doing, Henry however watched her every move, and panicked when the nurse turned the other way around holding your daughter, so he could no longer see his baby, her back facing him.

He even refused to head home, despite the fact that visitors weren’t allowed after 9pm, and so, after 20 minutes of the nurses asking him to leave, and Henry politely refusing, Henry ended up sleeping on the small couch in front of your hospital bed, which his back didn’t thank him for the next morning. The hospital staff no longer urged him to leave, knowing it was pointless.

You of course found all of this quite sweet. He turned around gently, his big palm supporting your tiny daughters head. He sat down on the chair next to you, and stared at you. Still oblivious to the fact that you were awake.

His daughter was only 2 days old, but he still found it extremely difficult to believe that someone that small and beautiful was his daughter, and if that wasn’t difficult enough to believe, the fact that her mother, the angel of a woman laying next to him, was the woman he got to call his wife, became all the more difficult to believe.

The last 9 months of Y/n’s pregnancy were as difficult to watch as much as they were a beautiful.

Sitting next to her as she threw up each morning, watching her slowly but surely over the months start to feel nauseated and sick at the smell of a lot of her otherwise normal day to day foods, was difficult. But Henry didn't complain, because he didn’t have the right too, after all she was the one carrying their child.

So he did what he could- Henry attended the appointments, held her hand through the ultrasounds, held her hair back when she threw up, got her the food she craved, and changed certain foods from his own diet as just the mere smell of them in the refrigerator made his wife sick.

She assured him that he was doing enough, but to Henry it didn’t feel enough.

Time had gone by excruciatingly slowly when Y/n had gone into labor. The painful look on his beloved wife’s face had been hard to bare because Henry couldn't even imagine the amount of pain that she was going through, And he didn't know how to help ease her pain .

But 17 hours later, his daughter, their baby, slept peacefully in his big strong arms. Looking at his wife, who seemed to be asleep and looked exhausted, which was naturally a given, she looked so peaceful at the same time.

Henry was overjoyed at the sight of their baby in his arms after 9 long months, but he was also just as grateful that his wife was through with the most painful part of it all.

And he realized that his greatest dream, that he had so often though of , had become a reality after all this time.

He’d protect their baby girl, of that she had no doubt, watching him with their daughter. And he made a mental list of all the things and people he had to protect their baby from. He knew that 13 years from now, he’d have a tough time keeping the boys away from his daughter, she barely had any distinctive features because she was only 2 days old but he knew that she would grow up to be just as gorgeous as her mother.

He’d protect her regardless. He’d give her the best he could and when she was old enough he’d introduce her to his gaming PC, that is if his wife allowed it. He’d protect his daughter and his wife for as long as he lived.

He watched his daughter raise her tiny little finger ,from the side where the blanket had slipped a little, trying to grasp at nothing in particular.

“she’s so beautiful” he looked up at his wife, who slowly sat up and pushed away the hospital blanket off her, the sunlight just adding to her beauty. It always made him smile, the way she would look breathtaking no matter how exhausted she felt.

“you’re awake-”he’d barely finished his sentence, when the tiny bundle of joy in his arms started to whimper and let out a small cry “and I think she is too” he said smiling and cooing at his baby, gently, he placed her in his wife’s arms , knowing that his daughter was hungry.

he leaned back in his chair, smiling and letting out laugh, making Y/n turn towards him confused.

“what?”

“she’s only 2 days old and she’s already taking over what’s mine”

Henry’s daughter had him wrapped around her tiny finger and he had no complains. She’d play him like a fiddle and he wouldn’t care.

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slashbitch2 · 3 years

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Lying To Her Love

i noticed there were no fics for lorraine and felt i had to remedy that

also no hate to ed he's a dilf

Lorraine wasn't really sure what prompted her to stray from the group. Conjecture would be the only way to describe it: a sudden desire to distance herself from Ed, to explore the house alone. A new feeling had also arisen deep inside, in her chest if she had to place it, similar to a compass. Like there was an internal needle pointing in the direction she was supposed to go, and she chose to trust this instinct. Though thus far her inference skills had brought about nothing but terrifying situations.

And unfortunately, it seemed this time would be no different...

The needle slowly spun round to point out a set of stairs leading down toward the basement. A layer of dust had settled upon each step, indicating that no one had ventured down so far, which only served to intrigue her further. How, in a paranormal investigation, had no one thought to check the basement? As she drew closer, Lorraine realised there was a very faint set of footsteps. They were too imperceptible to have been made recently, yet the house had supposedly been uninhabited since the disturbances began over a week ago.

Had it not been for the very insistent compass directing her down, the footsteps would've been convincing enough. Careful not to unsettle the evidence, she began to descend down the staircase, one hand tracing along the brick wall as if to ground herself in reality. With each step she could feel a weight bearing down on her chest, a dizzy wave rushing over her. At one point the sensation grew so overwhelming that she had to pause and close her eyes. Whilst stood still, the strange pressure that had been building up in her ears reached its peak. Without opening her eyes, Lorraine knew she'd crossed over to one of her prescience visions.

However, when she eventually did open them, it was to find everything exactly as she'd left it. There were no indications that anything had changed, except for the familiar feeling that she was watching through someone else's eyes. Or rather, watching what someone else wanted her to. She'd been brought here for a reason, and by god she was going to get to the bottom of this. Reinvigorated by a new determination, she practically skipped past the last few steps and onto the cold basement floor.

Here Lorraine found the first confirmation that she was no longer in reality: natural light flooding in from no visible source. It was a welcomed change from the gloom of late evening she'd left behind, but only made her more weary of whatever she was about to encounter since it was clearly trying to lure her into a false sense of security. Nonetheless, she cautiously ambled further into the open space. In fact, it was eerie how empty the room was. Usually she'd be climbing over piles of abandoned objects, trying to give equal attention to each one which often invoked fabrications of the mind. However, here there was nothing for her brain to work with, save for the occasional movement out the corner of her eye that she knew was nothing more than fiction to fill the void and warrant her apprehension.

By the time she'd reached the opposite end of the room, nothing yet had occurred to explain why she'd been dragged into this particular vision. And then, an abrupt, horrifying possibility dawned on her. What if she was stuck here? It had never happened before, but then again, in most cases 'the cause' would've revealed itself by now.

Although, with this realisation came another equally strange one. Lorraine could feel no fear, no panic, no negative emotions. All she was aware of was complete relaxation. Even her most horrific memories and upsetting images couldn't create any response. They were nothing but distant stories told by a different version of her. The positive aura filling the room started to shift into something else, into an almost crippling pleasure. It was both intense and insufficient. She found herself clutching at her stomach, as if she'd suddenly been made aware of an incapacitating emptiness. She longed for company, yet the idea of returning to reality appeared an incredibly unappealing one. Instead, Lorraine wanted to fall further into this dreamlike pleasure.

But that was what it wanted.

With great difficulty, and an exclamation of discomfort, Lorraine turned on her heels to begin her escape. Though she halted upon catching sight of a figure stood before her. She compelled herself to push past the profound ache lingering in her gut, standing up straight to face this mysterious being. Here she came across the second confirmation that this wasn't reality, not that she needed it anymore. You were indescribably beautiful, radiating a sort of divine light like an alluring beacon of possibility.

Most spectres or demons Lorraine met were the opposite. They enveloped the light around them, constructed a dark gap in which there was nothing but pain and regret. They represented everything that couldn't be. A screaming phantom that reminded her to appreciate life.

But you-

You represented all that could've been without any guilt or anguish. You emanated both warm nostalgia and burning desire, the effects of which were palpable for anyone who could tune into the energy, and Lorraine was being strongly subjected to it. Though first and foremost, she had a job to do.

She swallowed, refocused her attention to the task at hand. "Why-" Another wave of dizzying desire washed over her. She tried again. "Why are you-" The world around her was spinning. She blinked rapidly to try stave off vertigo, but stumbled anyway.

A cool reprieve from the searing pleasure caught hold of her. Using the embrace for support she stabilized herself only to come face to face with you.

Despite your overpowering influence on her, you appeared surprisingly human up close. Normal enough to blend in with reality, but sufficiently attractive to be memorable. Still there was something irresistible to your appearance that encouraged Lorraine to sink further into your hold, to move her hands to wrap around the back of your neck. She hadn't felt so loved since early on in her relationship with Ed...

Ed.

She shouldn't be doing this. Her marriage commitment ought to have her fighting against you- but that was practically inconceivable. Besides, how could something morally wrong feel so right? No, this wasn't infidelity. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but not that. She would never cheat on Ed.

The temptation was intoxicating. Lorraine's hands started to trace patterns along any available skin, savouring the unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation. You weren't a living breathing person so there was something different about the way you felt that she was eager to investigate. In response to her caress, you brought one hand up to cup her cheek, maintaining intimidating yet intimate eye contact. The touch emitted pure pleasure and Lorraine gasped as she leant into the contact. Time seemed to slow as neither moved, opting to stare at the other in silence instead.

She was vaguely aware that time moved differently in her visions. That the longer she spent in one, the more time had passed upon return. Though currently it was the least of her worries. All she could focus on right now was you and the close proximity that appeared to be narrowing still. Your gaze had dropped to the lower half of her face. Lorraine did the same, her eyes fixating on your lips. However, before you closed the gap she raised a hand, motivated by a new desire. She was shaking slightly, but ignored it to gently brush a finger along your lips. She wanted a taste of the upcoming kiss, and was pleasantly unsurprised. As expected, the touch only reasserted her conviction.

She'd never wanted anything- anyone- as much as she did now.

Suddenly your mouth was upon hers, bringing cooling bliss with it. Lorraine moaned. She felt again a rush of possibilities, the surging tide of everything that could be. The muted uncertainty at the back of her mind blurred into nothingness as she clung onto you. Your mouth was the only solid thing in a swaying world, and she planned on indulging herself in the addictiveness of it. She parted her lips, provoking insatiable tremors along her nerves and another rush of giddiness. She felt young, as if she were experiencing intimacy for the first time again.

Your hands were everywhere, carrying an influx pleasure. She'd never felt anything quite like it. Time became irrelevant, everything except you was meaningless. She was lost to an eternity of bliss, in a realm of endless fulfilment. It was incomprehensible, otherworldly.

And then it was over.

She hadn't noticed she was lightly crying, or trembling so much. Or that she was on the ground. You'd simply disappeared and she'd collapsed. But someone was holding her now, someone else.

"Lorraine!" Ed was crouching before her, gently shaking her out of the dreamlike state and back to consciousness. She'd never loathed him so much for saving her.

"What happened?" He asked, lowering to meet her eyes. "Are you okay?"

She scoffed, her mind trying to comprehend all that'd just happened. She was left reeling from the sudden weight of Ed's touch and separated from him. "I'm fine." Her voice barely breached a whisper.

"Did you see anything?"

Lorraine finally met his eyes, but she couldn't tell him.

"No." She answered. "There's nothing here." She lied.

#lorraine warren x reader #vera farmiga x reader #lorraine warren

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zintranslations · 3 years

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Kaleidoscope of Death, Extra 1

Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu Link to Chinese / Novel Updates

Extra: What He Is

It was an afternoon after they'd both returned to reality when Ruan Nanzhu figured out that Lin Qiushi had likely detected his little secret.

Ruan Nanzhu had nothing to do that day, and was flipping through a book on the balcony. And when he found an interesting line, he had read it out loud to Lin Qiushi.

He said, "when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back at you."

Lin Qiushi was napping at first, but when he heard this, he mumbled back, "anything you do unto the abyss will be reflected back at you, is that it?"

"Probably."

Ruan Nanzhu didn't think too much about it, leaning down to kiss Lin Qiushi on the mouth.

Then he heard Lin Qiushi say, "then maybe I should pull my zipper down at you…"

Ruan Nanzhu went still for a moment before chuckling quietly. In that moment, he understood that Lin Qiushi knew everything.

"That's right," was how Ruan Nanzhu answered. "So you should treat the abyss better."

Regarding the oddities in their life—at first, because all his attention had been on Ruan Nanzhu, Lin Qiushi hadn’t noticed. After Ruan Nanzhu returned though, all these oddities began gradually floating up to the surface, like icebergs hidden under the sea.

In Lin Qiushi's memories, he did not smoke. Even if he carried smokes on him, it was for the convenience of handing to others in his line of work. But after leaving the doors, he became fully an addict. He could smoke multiple packs a day, and felt none of the disparity of a first-time smoker.

And the family that had once been so distant began constantly contacting him, saying all this stuff like how much they worried about him. Bai Ming too—he was supposed to be Ruan Nanzhu's good friend, but now was acting like he’d known Lin Qiushi for years…

All these things, Lin Qiushi took in without looking in too deeply.

The answers to some questions weren't all that important to have. As long as Ruan Nanzhu was by his side, he felt like it was enough. As for what Ruan Nanzhu was…

Lin Qiushi reached out and caught his lover's earlobe in a pinch. Leaning his face in close, he murmured against Ruan Nanzhu's cheek: "My dear, what in the world are you?"

Ruan Nanzhu was reading, and glanced up at Lin Qiushi. Suddenly, he smiled.

"I'm your milk tea," he said.

Lin Qiushi, "…"

Ruan Nanzhu, "aren't you going to ask me why I'm your milk tea?"

Lin Qiushi lifted a brow. "The last time I heard this joke I was still a virgin. And now I'm already a mother of three."

And the two began to laugh, the atmosphere filled with the feeling of joy.

Ruan Nanzhu thought at first that Lin Qiushi would pursue the question, but Lin Qiushi only stretched and got up off the bed. He said he was going to take a shower, and ended the topic there.

Ruan Nanzhu watched Lin Qiushi go and parted his lips, mouthing a few words. Had Lin Qiushi turned right then, he would have found Ruan Nanzhu telling him one thing—I'm the door.

I'm the door. That's right. What Ruan Nanzhu said was, I'm the door.

He was the twelfth door.

But the truth was, prior to the night-time riot of a hundred ghosts, Ruan Nanzhu had not been aware of this fact. His memories were flawless, as if he truly was the leader of Obsidian. As if he—having started entering doors as a teenager, having surmounted countless obstacles and tribulations, and having finally made it past the tenth door with great difficulty—was a completely normal person. Ruan Nanzhu had possessed no memories regarding the doors, and had also been of the firm belief that he was a simple human.

This firm belief of his, after the night of a hundred ghosts had ended for him and Lin Qiushi, had been abruptly shattered.

Back then, the hours of the day were getting longer and longer, while their nights got shorter. The time Ruan Nanzhu and Lin Qiushi had together too had entered a countdown. When night no longer came, Ruan Nanzhu thought he was never going to see Lin Qiushi again—he’d gone crazy looking for the key and trying to escape, but very faintly, he’d also realized that some things appeared to have slipped out of his control…

What he hadn't told Lin Qiushi was that he also saw ghosts during the day. At first, this was because he didn't want Lin Qiushi to worry. After, it was because he realized these ghosts wouldn't hurt him. Terrifying ghouls lived on every corner, and even when Ruan Nanzhu opened his own suitcase, he would find the horrifying Hako Onna hidden inside—she had on such an innocent expression when Ruan Nanzhu dug her out, was all.

From the initial shock tinged with terror to the cold numbness that followed, Ruan Nanzhu went through about half a month like this.

By the time he truly comprehend that he would never see Lin Qiushi again, Ruan Nanzhu could already coolly sock the lady-ghost perched at the head of his bed onto the ground, telling her icily to not squat above his head, that he wouldn't grow tall this way…And perhaps he was seeing things, but he thought that after he said this, the lady-ghost looked a little bit wronged.

Angrily, Ruan Nanzhu had thought why are you feeling wronged? I haven't even had a chance to feel wronged.

At that point, though the situation around him was growing increasingly eerie, Ruan Nanzhu was still completely ignorant. He had no idea what was happening, and even thought that this was the doors punishing him. That was what he believed until one day, a little spirit in red guided him to a particular location.

When Ruan Nanzhu got there, he instantly recognized it as the apartment where Lin Qiushi had once lived. Only, the apartment complex hadn't been fully constructed yet, and it was all still ancient builds of tongzilou.

That little spirit-ghost was standing on the fifth floor, waving to Ruan Nanzhu. Ruan Nanzhu looked up at her, frowning.

"The fifth floor? What have you brought me here for?" He observed the ghost's appearance a little more closely, and said in disbelief, "you're not Satchan, are you?"

As soon as he said this, the little ghost before him smiled shyly…though, her making such an expression with that ghastly pale face wasn't cute at all.

Ruan Nanzhu was in a hurry to leave, but had no lead on the key still. So he figured he'd try any last resort, and went to see exactly what Satchan wanted to show him.

Ruan Nanzhu went up to the fifth floor and headed toward the room at the very end. He pushed open the barely-shut door, and found an abode. There was nobody in the room, only an old and dilapidated television sitting at the head of the bed. It seemed to be playing some kind of program.

Ruan Nanzhu's gaze fell on that television, and a bit of shock came into his eyes. He even thought he was seeing things as he sped over to the screen. Only then could he be certain that the TV really was showing him a young Lin Qiushi.

Lin Qiushi was walking on a small path. Two people appeared at his side, and they were both people Ruan Nanzhu recognized—Xiong Qi and Xiao Ke, whom they'd met in their first door. Ruan Nanzhu held his breath, eyes stuck to the image on the screen.

"Where are we?" The young Lin Qiushi looked very youthful, and harbored terror in his dark eyes. He carefully asked next, "who are you guys?"

The images kept playing, and Ruan Nanzhu watched it all. What the television played was how Lin Qiushi passed his first door without Ruan Nanzhu.

Ruan Nanzhu's fingertips grazed the icy screen, gently caressing Lin Qiushi's cheek through the glass. Even this young, Lin Qiushi was so easily entrancing.

He was just like raw, undiscovered ore; anyone who knew true value could see that there were dazzling treasures to be had inside.

So smart and brave and calm. Someone who wasn't blindly kind and yet maintained a bottom line—Ruan Nanzhu thought that under any and all circumstances, his lover still so thoroughly captured all attention.

The program on the television became a TV show, and it was all about Lin Qiushi. It was about how he entered doors, how he met a group of friends, how he took over Obsidian…

Ruan Nanzhu watched obsessively. A thought even popped into his mind, that why, when Lin Qiushi was going through all this, had he not been by Lin Qiushi's side? If only he could be with him, then how wondrous an experience that would be…And then Ruan Nanzhu startled back to attention, having detected his own odd state.

He had been at Lin Qiushi's side, and had gone through the test of the eleventh door with Lin Qiushi. But if that was so, then why had such a thought come to his mind just now?

Ruan Nanzhu could sense that something was wrong.

And that sense of wrongness grew broader, following the development of the TV show, as if an unstoppable pandemic.

Ruan Nanzhu saw Lin Qiushi's family in the show, and saw that the way they interacted was exactly the same as how he and his own family interacted. Ruan Nanzhu even saw Bai Ming, who ought to have been his own friend. On TV however, he was Lin Qiushi's sworn brother…

Lin Qiushi slowly grew up. Out of youth, he became a grown, mature man. The people around him came and went, yet his initial resolve never wavered, as if any darkness that was cast upon him couldn't even leave a shadow.

After watching Lin Qiushi for three days and three nights straight, Ruan Nanzhu finally realized something…He, didn't seem to be human.

He hadn't so much as rested in three day's time, but he didn't feel hungry. Nor did he feel tired. He was still full of energy, and had maintained his optimal state.

Time was null where he was concerned.

The ghost who had brought him here squatted beside him, staring up with big eyes

Ruan Nanzhu had been wary of her at first, but later grew exasperated. He said, "what are you showing this to me for? You want to tell me I'm not human?"

Satchan twisted her head, and said nothing as she watched Ruan Nanzhu.

Ruan Nanzhu had more to say, but Satchan pointed a finger at the screen, indicating Ruan Nanzhu should keep watching.

Ruan Nanzhu thought, it wasn't like things could get worse. So he'd keep watching. He couldn't leave, and he couldn't see Lin Qiushi—it hardly mattered at all if he kept watching.

So Ruan Nanzhu kept watching as Lin Qiushi's time ticked on forward.

He was like a voyeur, peeking into every corner of Lin Qiushi's life after Lin Qiushi began entering doors. He watched Lin Qiushi cry, and he watched Lin Qiushi laugh. Watched his brilliant smile when he made new acquaintances, watched him sob himself mute when he lost a dear friend. Time ticked on bit by bit, and the Ruan Nanzhu who didn't need to rest had already lost all concept of the thing.

Finally, the images underwent a decisive change.

Ruan Nanzhu watched Lin Qiushi enter his twelfth door, and when the scenery twisted, Lin Qiushi appeared in a familiar rental apartment.

And at the same time, the scene around Ruan Nanzhu too began to change. Ancient decor retreated, and his surroundings became identical to what was on TV.

On the television, Lin Qiushi lied deeply asleep in bed. A dark shadow appeared beside him. There was no discernible shape to the shadow. It was only a clump of dark umbra. The shadow extended a finger and very carefully touched Lin Qiushi's cheek. It went from forehead to nose to lips, all exceedingly gentle, as if it was scared of waking the sleeping Lin Qiushi.

Then the shadow's form began to change. Black retreated from his body as he began to look more and more like a person, until at one particular point, he looked completely identical to the Lin Qiushi lying on the bed.

But the shadow didn't seem to want to have the same face as Lin Qiushi, and so quickly changed its appearance again. The moment the shadow decided on its final form, Ruan Nanzhu, who was watching all this from outside the television, chuckled bitterly—that shadow looked exactly the same as he did.

That's right. The shadow was Ruan Nanzhu.

Had it been anybody else, seeing this might have driven them crazy. But Ruan Nanzhu remained calm. Honestly, watching Lin Qiushi's life these past days, he'd already fathomed such a guess. It was just that seeing it with his own eyes now was still a little bit shocking.

On the television, Ruan Nanzhu smiled so longingly at Lin Qiushi. Then he began to fade, disappearing from Lin Qiushi's side.

And when Lin Qiushi woke up the next morning, the first thing he discovered was that Chestnut wouldn't let him hold it anymore.

The cat that had been so attached to him actually hissed and puffed up its fur at him, as if it didn't recognize him at all. And cat-slave Lin Qiushi, after seeing such a thing, was at a complete loss for what to do. Against the cat perched up on high ground with such a look of disdain on its face, Lin Qiushi could only mope, saying, "Chestnut, why don't you want daddy anymore? Chestnut?"

Once Ruan Nanzhu saw Lin Qiushi in such a state, his shoulders began to tremble. And then hearty guffaws were spilling out, because he knew that the story that belonged to him and Lin Qiushi was about to begin.

Sure enough, a few days later, Lin Qiushi opened a door.

The inside of the door ought to have been a sight he'd already seen, but because his memories had been altered, his gaze was completely strange. And this time, the path that he walked on had a new, unfamiliar face.

Ruan Baijie in women's clothes shuffled pathetically up to Lin Qiushi with tears in her eyes, asking Lin Qiushi where they were.

And when Lin Qiushi asked for Ruan Nanzhu's name, it was the three words “Ruan Baijie” that came out of Ruan Nanzhu's lips.

This was how they met.

The Ruan Nanzhu back then had also thought he was a regular human. He'd gotten his wish; in another way, he'd become an addition to Lin Qiushi's journey, and became an integral character who could not be removed from Lin Qiushi's life.

This was very satisfying to Ruan Nanzhu. Only, everything had to come to an end. Even the twelfth door had to end.

Ruan Nanzhu had still not recovered any memories of when he'd been inhuman. He only knew that he wasn't human, but what in the world was he? Ruan Nanzhu was still thinking of this question when he glanced at Satchan blinking up at him.

He suddenly said, "I'm not the NPC guarding the twelfth door, am I?"

Satchan peered at Ruan Nanzhu, not speaking, but Ruan Nanzhu spotted a touch of disdain in her gaze.

Ruan Nanzhu, "…" Ah fuck, it seemed he was.

To tell the truth, wiping his own memories to the point where it was likely he'd never get it back seemed to Ruan Nanzhu like something he was capable of. And now, he'd obtained his objective; he'd gotten the affection of the one he loved.

"I'm a bit happy about this, what do I do." There was nobody here, only endless ghosts, and Ruan Nanzhu sat in the dark softly grinning. "I just think about all that we've been through, and I feel so blissed out."

Satchan naturally wouldn't give him an answer.

"But now comes the problem. How do I get out?" Ruan Nanzhu lifted his head, looking around at the unfamiliar apartment. "I can get out, right?"

He thought about it for a moment before looking at Satchan once again.

"What else do you know?"

Satchan peered at a clock on the wall.

Ruan Nanzhu, "the clock?" He stood up, watching the ongoing, twelve-numbered clock, sinking deep into thought. Then he took the clock down.

He took the cover off the clock, and when he found nothing inside, pressed the button that controlled the hour hand, starting to turn it. Suddenly, he thought of something, and asked Satchan one last question: "That's right…When Qiushi and I crossed the doors, if I didn't successfully pass, would I have died?"

Satchan's expression at this went a bit strange, looking slightly like pity, and also like she was looking at a mental patient. In the end, she nodded.

Ruan Nanzhu snickered, thinking this really was his style—everything had to be done to perfection, and approximate reality as much as possible.

Ruan Nanzhu turned the clock. Moments later, two keys fell to the ground. He picked them up, read the words on them, and couldn't help but smile again.

Illusory life, an authentic death. No matter what kind of world Lin Qiushi wanted, Ruan Nanzhu would give it to him.

He could choose a cruel reality, or he could choose a beautiful dream. And the power to choose, Ruan Nanzhu had already set in Lin Qiushi's hands.

Only now that he thought about it, it was all probably superfluous; Ruan Nanzhu hardly needed to think to know Lin Qiushi's answer. He grabbed the key and left the building. He opened the door and found only one door in the hallway. That door was filled with gentle white light. Ruan Nanzhu approached and stepped inside.

The world-line changed accordingly.

The members of Obsidian, who first had no memory of a person named Ruan Nanzhu, felt a little extra something in their minds. So when they saw Ruan Nanzhu coming downstairs in the mansion, nobody looked shocked—Ye Niao even called Lin Qiushi in a state of excitement, telling Lin Qiushi that Ruan-ge was back.

On the other end of the line, Lin Qiushi was of course ecstatic.

Ruan Nanzhu, on the other hand, sat in the living room, silently observing his surroundings to make sure that it was no different from the ones in his memories.

"Ruan-ge, you're finally back," Ye Niao was saying to him. "Don't you know how hard Lin-ge had it this past year?"

"Year?" Ruan Nanzhu startled. "It's already been a year?"

"Yeah," Ye Niao said. "It's already been a year."

Ruan Nanzhu thought that it was a good thing he didn't hesitate. Had he waited any longer, Lin Qiushi's kids would already be three by the time he came out…

The two reunited in joyous embrace.

Lin Qiushi actually never asked why Ruan Nanzhu was only showing up now. The truth was, as long as Ruan Nanzhu came out, Lin Qiushi would never fault him.

But even immersed in happiness, Ruan Nanzhu quickly discovered one unfortunate thing. Ever since he came out of the door, the twelfth door for everybody else appeared to have been sealed off. A paper seal was stuck on it, as if telling the outside that the door was now empty.

With Lin Qiushi's intellect, after linking such an incident to other oddities, it wasn't difficult to guess that Ruan Nanzhu wasn't human. When he realized this, Ruan Nanzhu felt a bit panicked. He couldn't be certain, after all, whether or not Lin Qiushi would mind. At the end of the day, questioning whether or not your lover was a door god didn't seem to be a particularly joyous occasion.

And so when Ruan Nanzhu took the phone that Lin Qiushi had been browsing the forums on, he'd closely observed Lin Qiushi's reaction. Only when he found nothing changed in his lover's expression—that Lin Qiushi didn't seem to have noticed at all—did Ruan Nanzhu let out a held breath.

Of course, only later did Ruan Nanzhu realize that it wasn't that Lin Qiushi didn't know, it was that he pretended not to know; he didn't care at all what Ruan Nanzhu was.

"So how did you befriend Bai Ming in the first place?" Lin Qiushi sat on the sofa, remote in hand and watching TV as he idly chatted with Ruan Nanzhu.

"He was in coincidental possession of a high-level door hint, and I needed to bring someone through. So we hooked up," Ruan Nanzhu answered.

Lin Qiushi twisted around to look at Ruan Nanzhu, saying, "so what's he coming to chat with me every day for?"

"Hey, can you two stop pretending like I'm not here, chattering away like that?" Bai Ming munched on the sunflower seeds that Ruan Nanzhu had just fried up, angry. "Go take your banter somewhere else! Also, it was love at first sight from me to you, Lin Qiushi, isn't that alright?"

"No," Ruan Nanzhu said. "Get your claws off him."

Bai Ming, "hmph. Selfish."

Lin Qiushi's lips curved up, saying nothing.

Bai Ming got up and took his leave, saying his dearest had texted, that they were getting dinner.

"He still has time to get dinner with you?" Lin Qiushi commented idly. "Isn't he busy with his new movie?"

"He is," Bai Ming sighed. "But I like him making movies. Have you seen his The Way of Kings? I won't lie to you, on that set, we—"

"Shut it," Lin Qiushi and Ruan Nanzhu said at the same time, both of them hitting pause on Bai Ming's dirty joke at top speed. They didn't want unfortunate images coming to mind when they were watching the movie, after all.

"Damn." Bai Ming flipped up his palms. "You two are just getting more and more alike."

"Is it bad to be alike?" Lin Qiushi asked.

"You like dating someone with a personality so similar to yours?" Bai Ming said.

"I do." Lin Qiushi started grinning, but his tone was perfectly serious as he spoke. "My personality's great, why wouldn't I like it?"

Bai Ming, "…" He'd realized the two of them were intentionally stuffing him dog food, and so turned and left promptly, cussing out the two bastards all the while.

Lin Qiushi and Ruan Nanzhu shared a hearty laugh. Then, watching each other, they found in each other's gazes a certain profound meaning. Only, within that meaning, there was also love that couldn't be concealed.

Why must some things be so clearly thought out? Lin Qiushi thought. As long as Ruan Nanzhu was by his side, it was enough.

[Ch. 139] | [Extra: Shameless Couple (1)]

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I'll See You in my Dreams- Soulmate AU

AN: First off, sorry I didn't have this up earlier, I went through so tough writer's block that is kicking my ass and my school year has begun so I had to focus on that for a bit. Second, I wanted to say, the next thing I write is probably going to be the next part for Merman!Din because I hit 100 kudos on the fic over on Ao3. Third, starting probably towards the end of this week, maybe Thursday or Friday, I am going to start character takeovers. I will make a post about who it will be and how long it will be around during the morning and reblog it throughout the day along with any disclaimers/rules. I am thinking this is something I can do during the weekends when I don't have classes and Im not writing. Love you all and I hope you enjoy this fic!

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Pairing: Paz Vizsla x Reader

Words: 1K (sorry its short....)

Summary: What if you, someone from Earth, miraculously were soulmates to someone in a galaxy far, far away?

Warnings: descriptions of pains, sadness, yearning, soft love confessions and promises, unedited bc I am tired and just wanted to post this

The dreams, oh, the dreams….

They come and they never stop, always leaving wondering and wanting, aching.

You do not understand them, what they meant, if anything other than a manifestation of desires, but when he appears you feel like you are in another world, another galaxy all your own, made for you and him alone. He tells you you are his one, his only, and your heart soars with every small touch and smile. His whisper of your name, and promises sworn in a language so foreign, yet familiar after years of their whispered softness, cause you to feel like you're floating, like you are where you are meant to be, in this loving man's arms.

Only...each day as you wake, you come crashing down into the same disappointing reality, reminding yourself that he is not there, and he is only a cruel trick your mind plays upon you heart and soul each night, laughing as you wake to the same cold loneliness of day, ripped from the warmth of his arms that hold you each night. It had been like this since you could remember, even as you were a child he would appear in your dreams and ask if you wanted to play with him. He told you stories that his family, his culture taught him, the things that were even at that age obviously very important to him.nYou parents would praise you for your creativity when you repeated the stories to them. They never understood.

Your parents didn't understand why you never let go of this imaginary figure in your dreams. They couldn't comprehend why even after you grew away from the imaginary friend stage you still talked about the boy that simply did not exist to them.

The older you got, the more you realized that you wanted no one else but him. No one else could make you smile or laugh the way he could. No one else made you feel safe the way he did. No one could come close to making you feel cherished or content the way he did. No one could touch just how loved you felt each night when he gave you that shining smile, followed by an endearment in his sacred language- he had attempted to teach you a few basics at one point, but he only kept chuckling and teasing you softly as you tripped over the words he said so effortlessly.

It wasn’t until you were graduating high school and looking into colleges when it dawned on you how much you loved the man in your dreams. How you would never be happy with another, not knowing he was there, even if he was not real. You would never find anyone better than the boy you had watched grow into a man, than the person who listened to you talk endlessly about your life, the one you told all your secrets to never holding any information back because you knew he would never judge you. But this, this realization you kept to yourself, not wanting to share and find heartbreak from the one person you knew you would never be able to recover from.

So you pulled back slowly, never fully distancing yourself how could you, but you tried to never come too close, fearing the pain that would follow if you did. And you hated every second of it.

As you progressed through college, you both lamented your stresses to the other seeking comfort in just venting or just listening to the other’s voice. You were busy with school, stressing over finals and papers, while he was worried about his people, his covert who he was now lead and teach, he worried about the future generations as his people’s numbers kept diminishing.

Life and stresses seemed to take over and pass in rhythms. Soon you both found yourselves in a comfortable dance, but one that had each side aching for more but unable to ask for it.

By the time you graduated from school, on track already to work your dream job, you found yourself suddenly feeling hollow. A feeling that started showing up in dreams, a feeling that was only suppressed when you brushed against his hand, or he reached out and hugged you before you both woke. But it did not take long for the feeling to spread into your waking hours. Life became numb at best, painful at most. The feeling only getting worse as you were with him. Some nights it felt like your entire body was screaming for the man you could not have.

But it changed one night suddenly. You had not even got to say hello or hi to him before he pulled you into his embrace, whispering words of defeat, whispering how he could no longer hold back, being apart from you for so long hurt him. He said that his very soul was hurting and he just needed to hold you for the night. And you caved. You caved and held him as tightly as he held you, hot tears slipping down your cheeks as you hiccupped the words you never wanted to tell him. You stuttered through devotions and dozens and dozens of ‘i love yous’, and you were overjoyed, bursting at the seams when he returned each with his own love confession, with his own devotions for you. And you only cried harder, finding yourself slowly being soothed by his rumbling voice in his chest and his calm words.

You both stayed like that. The night ticking by but moving slower than normal, or it could just be the quiet nothing of the world as you held tight to each other. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, hopes to freeze in time and never wake again if it meant staying here wrapped in the other’s soft love and body.

But….like each night come to pass, you found yourself being lulled and pulled away from the man you loved so forcefully. He could feel it too, you knew he could by the way his arms tightened, and as his final words were whispered into your ear before you were ripped apart.

“Mesh’la, my fierce love, I swear on the name of my ancestors, that I, Paz Viszla, will find away to reach you in daylight. I will come for you, cyare, I promise with all my being I will come to you.”

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Lovely Writer: Count 20, 21, & 22

Based on the promos and the end of the Episode 8, these chapters should be included in Episode 9 of Lovely Writer. Keep in mind that they often cut scenes or move them around. And yes, this includes Nubsib and Gene’s first time.

Count 20

After leaving Siam Paragon, Gene waits in his condo. While he’s there he gets LINE messages from Nubsib telling him to eat and wait for him.

After, Gene gets drunk texts from Aey that include closeups of his lips and pictures of a man. Gene asks who the man is and Aey says Gene is too jealous, but the man isn’t Nubsib.

Gene says he isn’t jealous and goes to get dressed to meet Aey. He’s not a parent but he is worried about Aey being drunk at a bar with some random man.

Gene goes to the hotel bar and is relieved to see Aey is sitting alone.

Gene tells Aey to pay so they can go but Aey buys Gene a mojito.

Aey says he’s surprised Gene came without Nubsib and Gene remembers that he hasn’t texted Nubsib back or told him where he went. He goes to text him but Aey stops him from grabbing his phone. He tells Gene that they were talking right? And Gene doesn’t want Nubsib to interrupt them like last time. Gene says fine but they can talk at home, they don’t need to do it at the bar.

Aey asks Gene if he likes Nubsib and goes to touch his face. The bartender brings Gene’s drink over and interrupts them so Aey stops. He tells Gene that he could tell Nubsib likes Gene.

Gene asks Aey if he’s gay and Aey says yes, he doesn’t like women. He’s actually prettier than most women.

Gene can tell that Aey is very drunk to be talking like this so he orders him water, but Aey just orders another alcoholic drink. He asks Gene why he hasn’t touched his mojito and tells him he’s cute.

Aey says it’s stupid but he’s happy that Gene was worried enough to come see him at the bar. He says that a kind person like Gene can like him so he should stop liking Nubsib and like him instead.

Gene says he wants to go home and Aey says Gene doesn’t have to—he can hold on to him tonight.

Gene doesn’t have the strength to push Aey away and he’s surprised by how much stronger Aey feels now when before he seemed so small. Nubsib steps in and covers Gene’s mouth so Aey can’t kiss him.

Nubsib and Mhok have arrived from the after party. Aey asks what they’re doing and Mhok takes Aey away to talk. Nubsib is so scary, Gene doesn’t dare to look at him or speak.

Gene sees his untouched drink on the bar and the thousands of baht Aey threw next to it and feels guilty so he goes to drink the drink, but Nubsib takes it and drinks it all at once.

Nubsib says they can go back now and takes Gene to his car. Once they’re inside he aggressively kisses him and asks Gene what he should do with him.

Nubsib asks Gene “Do you know what you did wrong?” and Gene says he was wrong to go and talk to Aey even though Nubsib told him not to, and Nubsib tells Gene no, he was wrong to make him worry. He tells Gene he gets very worried when he can’t contact Gene.

Gene says he told Nubsib that he’s not a kid so he doesn’t have to worry and Nubsib tells him that he told him already, it’s not related to his age. Nubsib worries about Gene because he’s his important person.

Gene finally tells Nubsib “...sorry” and Nubsib kisses his cheek and tells him not to forget this.

Gene asks if Nubsib is still mad that he came to see Aey and Nubsib says yes, because he’s not just protective, he’s also possessive.

Gene admits that he also got jealous when he thought that Aey might have been at the bar with Nubsib.

Nubsib tells Gene that they’ll make a deal. Nubsib will always tell Gene where he goes if Gene does the same. Gene agrees.

Gene asks how Mhok knows Aey and Nubsib says they’re friends. Gene thinks that’s weird cause they never seemed close to him.

Gene also can’t comprehend Aey liking him even though it came from his mouth. He asks Nubsib why he likes Gene even though Gene isn’t super handsome or rich and Nubsib says that Gene is cute and he likes him. So what? And if Nubsib likes Gene, then so can other people.

Nubsib drives Gene home and Gene gets LINE messages from Aey. He asks Gene out for another drink. Gene says Aey has drunk enough and mentions that Nubsib drank Gene’s drink. Aey then asks about what Mhok and Nubsib talked about. When Gene doesn’t answer, Aey tells Gene that he drugged his drink—the mojito Nubsib drank. Aey tells Gene that Nubsib should soak in a cold bath all night if he really drank it.

Count 21 (Nubsib POV)

Nubsib thinks Gene looks very cute but weirdly anxious and jittery.

He tells Nubsib “You ate...” but can’t bring himself to say it.

Nubsib asks Gene if it’s hot and if he wants him to turn on the air conditioner and Gene freaks out a bit. He asks Nubsib if he’s feeling hot and then tells him to speed home.

As soon as they get back to the condo Gene pushes Nubsib to take a cold shower to save money on the electric bill. Nubsib tells Gene it’s just a bill, it’s not a big deal. Gene starts listing the other benefits of cold water like that it won’t dry out Nubsib’s skin and it will help burn fat.

Nubsib laughs and thinks Gene being weird is cute. He goes to take a shower and then comes out. Gene goes into shower next and Nubsib peeps at Gene’s phone. He sees that Gene was reading an article about sex pills.

Gene comes back to the bedroom and berates Nubsib for not taking a cold enough shower. Gene noticed steam on the mirrors.

Gene showers and then comes out wearing Nubsib’s clothes, which make him look small.

They lie in bed together and Nubsib starts playing up the symptoms in the article he saw Gene reading. He says he feels hot and Gene checks his forehead. In reality, Nubsib is only hot because he’s lying in bed with Gene.

Gene puts Nubsib’s head in his lap and says they should go to the hospital. Nubsib says, “I’m hot so I need to go to the hospital?”

Gene finally admits that Aey texted him and told him that he drugged his drink with sex pills.

Nubsib asks Gene where someone would even get pills like that (as a joke). He then tells Gene that he’d never drink something if it looked suspicious. He’s totally fine.

Gene doesn’t believe him because if Nubsib was normal, he would have hugged him already.

“Do you want me to hug you?”

“No it’s just usually like that.”

“Okay, so I’ll hold you tight later on.”

Gene narrowed his eyes. “Then why won’t you just hold me now?”

“...”

“It’s because you’re uncomfortable right? You don’t have to pretend to be a good person, you can tell me about it.”

Nubsib wants to comfort Gene but he likes how worried he is about him. He tells Gene he’ll go to the bathroom and take care of himself later. Gene says then it must be bad right? The pills are strong.

Gene says that if he doesn’t go to the hospital, he needs to take care of it himself.

Nubsib tells Gene to relax and that they should just go to bed. He says, “I told you there’s nothing. You were just fooled by me.”

Gene doesn’t believe Nubsib and pounces on him. He tells Nubsib that he’ll help him himself. Nubsib tells Gene that he doesn’t have to force himself to do anything and Gene says he’ll only use his hand.

Nubsib tells Gene it’s fine and Gene says, “Don’t be a hero.”

Nubsib says, “At this time, you haven’t accepted me yet. If we do it like this, it’s me taking advantage.”

Gene says, “You’re not taking advantage. I’m offering to help myself.”

Nubsib reminds Gene that he promised to hold him tight and say it loud when he confessed.

Gene holds onto Nubsib and shyly says, “Like...like...like.”

Nubsib laughs because he’s so happy.

They smile and Nubsib asks if Gene still wants to do it.

Gene says yes because Nubsib’s hard.

Nubsib says it’s not because of any drugs, but because Gene is cute.

Gene’s face says he doesn’t believe Nubsib. He tells Nubsib that if he’s too embarrassed to go to the hospital then Gene will do it himself. He starts taking off Nubsib’s pants and Nubsib reminds Gene that last time he told him he wouldn’t hold back.

Gene isn’t listening and tells Nubsib to help him with his pants. Nubsib “helps” by kissing Gene and taking his shirt off. He takes his pants off too and Gene tells him, “I told you to help me.” Nubsib tells Gene that he is helping him, because he doesn’t want to do it alone.

Nubsib spreads Gene’s legs and Gene asks if they’re seriously going to do it. Nubsib says yes and they’re going to do it vigorously which makes Gene’s eyes widen.

Nubsib licks Gene’s chest which makes Gene very embarrassed.

Nubsib thinks that Gene looks like he’s not in his body, because he’s so inexperienced he’s oversensitive to everything.

Nubsib eats Gene out and wants to explore every nook and cranny for hours but stops because if he keeps going then he’s worried he’ll get too rough.

“It hurts, Sib.”

“Be patient.”

“I’m sore.”

“Yes, I know. I know.”

Wet eyelashes and tears. They rolled from the corner of his eyes and made my heart faint. I stopped what I was doing and my other hand, which was still free, gently stroked his small face.

We kissed and touched. Eventually, Gene’s heavy breathing lessened.

Even if I’m patient, there’s no way for someone to not get hurt during their first time. I poured more lube on my hand and moved forward. Knowing that Gene was suffering, I was also suffering.

Close to entirely inside his body, he tightened. I smiled even though my jaw gritted. I wanted to control myself so Gene wasn’t afraid.

In a hoarse voice I said, “It’s all inside.”

“...”

“Can you feel it?”

Gene nodded. I paused, waiting a little longer, before slowly moving my hips. Gene’s eyebrows which were still drawn tight, slowly loosened with time.

“Ah...ah!”

I was patiently moving slowly before increasing the speed little by little.

“Gene...Khun Gene.”

I moved the palm of my hand to support his buttocks, to soften the impact. Under my body, Gene moaned as if he wanted hide how he was feeling. The sound of the thrusting and the lube sounded rough.

“You’re...too big.”

“...”

I accidentally thrust too hard, until I heard a high pitched cry. Almost completely withdrawing from his body before invading again. I couldn’t help but say harshly, “Who taught you to speak like that?”

“I...can’t.”

The dim lights made me see it all. His red face and torso. The eyes dim with tears. The rhythm that moved his hips deeply. I moved both hands to hold his waist. Looking at the emotions on Gene’s face, I tried to remember it precisely in my brain.

“Gene, do you know...how long I’ve waited for today?”

“Yeah.”

“Call my name, let me know that I’m taking you, Gene.”

“...”

“Who is taking you Gene?”

“Sib.”

“...”

“Nubsib.”

I leaned down to caress Gene, and he hugged me. A small, cute moan was heard repeatedly in my ear before I thrust my hips deeper for the last time.

Buried so close that we were almost fused, made sure that the person in front of me was all mine.

Count 22

Gene wakes up with Nubsib’s forearm around him.

He tries to get up and Nubsib asks where he’s going.

Gene says that Nubsib has class right? And Nubsib reminds Gene that it’s Sunday, and he doesn’t have filming today either.

Gene says he wants to take a shower and Nubsib says it’s fine because he wiped him last night. Inside too. So Gene’s body is completely clean.

Gene pushes Nubsib and Nubsib laughs before kissing the hand Gene used to shove him.

Nubsib tells Gene to take a shower later and Gene says fine but he still wants to go to the bathroom. Nubsib carries Gene to the bathroom.

I automatically moved my arm around Nubsib’s neck. The quilt around me came off and the cold air from the air conditioner blew. I froze knowing that I was totally naked and not wearing any clothes. Faster than I could think, I tensed my legs to try and hide. But I cried out because of the sore muscles in my back.

“Ouch!”

“I know you’re shy, but don’t hurt yourself.”

“Isn’t it because of you?”

Nubsib’s sharp eyes lowered slightly. “Then I’ll take care of it for you.”

“There’s no need!”

Gene makes Nubsib leave. It’s kind of hard for him to stand but he manages. He notices that there are a lot of red marks on his body and hopes they go away soon.

Gene asks Nubsib to bring him some clothes and he does.

He carries Gene to the couch and Gene smells him cooking.

Nubsib then carries Gene to the kitchen and Gene gets embarrassed over how Nubsib isn’t even bothering to let Gene walk and is just wordlessly carrying him everywhere.

Nubsib gives Gene medicine and Gene asks if Nubsib is okay too after the drug he took last night. Nubsib says yes he’s fine.

Nubsib calls Gene just “Gene” and Gene says they aren’t the same age.

Nubsib says that might be true, but Gene is his boyfriend.

Nubsib says, “Would you prefer wife or beloved?” and Gene says, “Let’s stick with Gene.”

Nubsib carries Gene back to his bed and tells him to sleep.

Gene wakes up at 9AM and thinks Nubsib’s condo is really well stocked and he’s lucky to have a housekeeper.

As he makes breakfast Nubsib comes up to him and kisses his cheek, scaring him.

Nubsib holds Gene and asks if he’s going to write all day and Gene says yes.

He hasn’t gone back to his own apartment since the day of the event because he misses Nubsib so much.

Nubsib kisses Gene with tongue and Gene tells him to stop doing this when they just wake up. Nubsib says, “It’s a morning kiss. Never read it in a novel?”

Nubsib asks Gene to come to set and visit him today. He’ll take Gene out to eat.

They eat breakfast. Later on, Gene goes to meet Nubsib at the set.

There’s nowhere for Gene to sit on set and it’s too hot to stay outside so he goes inside and stays in an air conditioned room.

Aey comes in and says he’s surprised to see Gene. He thought Nubsib would keep him away.

Gene is silent and Aey acts why he’s acting this way.

Gene is so angry he can’t even speak—thinking about all the side effects the pills could have had.

Aey says that he lied to Gene because Gene didn’t answer him. He didn’t put in any drugs at all.

Aey says he’s sorry but he just wanted to get back at Nubsib by having him soak in an ice bath. He didn’t put anything in there.

Gene is frozen in shock.

Gene says playing a joke is one thing, but they could have called the police too.

Aey asks if Gene hates him and Gene says that if he hated Aey he wouldn’t be standing there talking to him.

Aey then asks if Gene likes Nubsib and Gene says yes he does.

Aey starts laughing to the point where he’s crying and says that it’s really cute how Gene thought that he liked Nubsib.

Gene thinks that between Nubsib and Aey, if all young people today are like this then he doesn’t want to leave the house.

Aey stops laughing but he stays smiling. He tells Gene that he actually saw Gene on Nubsib’s phone before the casting and he became interested because Nubsib doesn’t care about anyone but he cared about who was in that picture. That’s why Aey followed him to the casting.

Gene is so confused by the fact that Aey doesn’t like Nubsib.

Aey says that if Gene won’t be his boyfriend then he can be his friend-in-law and Gene doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

He tells Aey not to play pretend like this again and Aey laughs before leaving.

Gene meets up with Nubsib who comes in from set.

“Nong Aey told me he didn’t put anything in the mojito. So were you affected or were you not?”

“Mojito?” Nubsib’s eyebrows raised. “What mojito?”

“Don’t pretend to forget. Not even a week ago, the drink you drank for me.”

“Oh!”

“Oh!?”

“...”

Nubsib went silent. Seeing that reaction, I immediately guessed. I pointed a finger at him.

“You bad boy! You fooled me!”

“Gene.”

“At that time I was worried about you, but...”

“I told you multiple times I wasn’t affected. Don’t you remember?”

“...”

“Where would you get sex medicine from?”

“If it looks suspicious, I won’t pick it up and drink it.”

“I told you I wasn’t. You were fooled by me.”

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katymacsupernatural · 3 years

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Not My Reality Part 1

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Y/N wakes up in a nightmare. Is it her new reality, or can she figure out how to fix it.

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This is a short, 2-3 part series.

“Mmm, I love waking up like this,” Jensen mumbled against your skin, his body warm as you kissed your way down his chest. “We could make this an everyday tradition.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” you sighed, looking up to see his green eyes twinkling at you before he flipped you over onto your back. Resting on his elbows, his hips pressed against yours, his erection trapped between your bodies. “But we might switch things up occasionally. Maybe I’ll be the one waking you up.”

“Jensen, please,” you whispered, raising your hips up to meet his, closing your eyes as you waited for that moment. The moment when the two of you became intertwined. Suddenly he pulled away, your skin cooling instantly. “Jensen?” You called out, opening your eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Sitting up, you realized you were dressed in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. No longer were you on your bed. Instead, you were sitting on a stone park bench with rain gently falling down. “Where the hell am I?” You muttered out loud, looking for some sort of clue. This park didn’t seem familiar, with it’s vibrantly green trees and creek cascading beside the walkway. The grass was green and perfectly manicured. Nothing like the park by your home in Vancouver.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” This security officer asked, stopping his bike long enough to lean down and check on you.

“Yeah,” you answered, not wanting him to take you to the crazy bin. “Just taking a break.”

He didn’t seem completely convinced but continued on, leaving you to sit and wonder exactly what the hell was going on.

Sitting in the park wasn’t going to solve any of your problems. Reaching into the pocket of your jeans, you came up empty. No cell phone, no wallet. Nothing. Standing up, you began to go the same way the security officer did, looking around as you went.

There was a family off to the side, having a picnic while in front of you a man played fetch with his dog. A city came into view as you passed the trees. A city you had been to once or twice. But it was thousands of miles away from where you had just been.

Austin, Texas. Known for its bustling nightlife and sunny days. Jensen had actually considered moving here a couple of years ago, but the two of you had settled down in Vancouver. “I have to be dreaming,” you kept muttering to yourself as you came to the parking lot. Only a handful of cars were in the lot, with a bus stop at the edge. But you couldn’t take the bus. You had no money and no idea where to go. You were stuck here, with no idea what to do next.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out, immediately relieving some of the stress you were feeling. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“I’m trying to figure that out as well,” you turned around, giving Jared a huge hug, ignoring the sticky sweat as you clung to something normal in this otherwise crazy day.

“Whoa,” he chuckled. “I probably stink. I’m out on my run. But you never come down to Texas. It’s a nice surprise, but why are you in the park?”

“Can we sit down?” You asked him, leading him to the nearest park bench. “So, you’re never going to believe me but I was at home, in bed and then I was here. I have no idea how. No cell phone, no wallet. Nothing. I don’t know what’s going on.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to comprehend your words. “What the hell did you drink last night?”

“I didn’t drink,” you sighed. “But I kinda wish I had a drink now.”

“So where are you staying?”

“I don’t have a place. Or anything to get a hotel room.” You didn’t even have your idea to get money at a bank or anything. Maybe, if you borrowed Jared’s phone, you could get Jensen to wire you some money. Maybe he could fly down to bring you back up there. “Maybe I could call Jensen and…,”

“Don’t bug Jensen with this,” Jared insisted. “He’s busy right now, and probably doesn’t want to see you. Listen, I’ll bring you home with me, and after I take a shower we can figure this out okay. But if you’re using, I do not want to bring that home around my kids.”

Slapping his shoulder, you stood up. “How dare you imply that I’m on drugs! Sure, this morning has been crazy enough to be drug-induced, but you know I would never do that.”

He raised an eyebrow before heading towards the pickup parked at the far end of the lot. “Y/N, I don’t know whatever you’re on, but I really don’t know you well enough to know if you’re on drugs or not.”

His words stung. But worse than that, they rang false. Jared had been your best friend, even before you had fallen for Jensen. He had introduced the two of you all those years ago. And he knew that you would never do drugs. Your best friend in college had overdosed, dying way too early in life.

Sitting in the passenger seat, you began to realize that this might be more complicated than you had originally thought.

Jared stayed silent as he drove on the outskirts of town, heading for the fancier house on the other side. “Why were you running in that park?” You asked him, trying to break up the awkward silence.

“It’s one of my favorites,” he answered, turning into a subdivision. “It’s not that far from here, and I like the creek.”

He didn’t seem to want to be too chatty, and you were okay with that. At least for now. All you wanted to do was call Jensen and have him pick you up. Have him hold you while you both laugh about what a crazy day this had been.

“I don’t think Gen and the kids are home,” he said as he pulled into the garage. “Why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen while I clean up.”

He headed straight up the stairs, leaving you to find your way to the kitchen. The coffee was already mated and staying warm, and you poured a cup. Sipping as you stared out the window, you tried to come to terms with what happened. But it was hard when you really had no idea what happened.

“There’s no place like home,” you joked, tapping your heels together, wishing that it would work. But when you opened your eyes, you were still looking at the Padalecki’s extensive garden.

“That coffee waking you up?” Jared asked as he came down the stairs. His hair was wet, and he had changed from his running shorts to a pair of slim jeans and a Texas longhorn shirt.

“I wish,” you muttered. “Jar, I know this is going to sound crazy, but tell me. How did we meet?”

“We met on set,” he answered as if you had truly gone crazy. “You came on in season three, as a special guest. Why?”

That wasn’t what you remembered. The two of you had met long ago, when he was filming Gilmore Girls. You had hit it off, becoming fast friends. His friendship is what landed you that role on Supernatural. “No, that’s not right. Don’t you remember that episode in Gilmore Girls?”

He shook his head, the doorbell chime stopping whatever he was planning on saying. Without a word, he turned and left.

You followed behind, staying out of sight as he opened the door. “Hey Jensen!” Jared exclaimed. “But now’s really not a good time.”

“Jensen!” You exclaimed, pushing past Jared and throwing your arms around your husband. “You can’t imagine the day I’ve had. But how did you get here so fast?”

With your head snuggled in his shoulder, you missed the silent communication they shared. Jensen pulled you back, staring down at you with a troubled expression. “Y/N?” His voice was empty of the usual warmth and love, and it had you slightly pulling back. “What the hell are you doing down here?”

“I have no idea. But I’m just glad you’re here.” Standing up on your tiptoes, you tried to give him a kiss, but he pushed you away.

“What the hell is going on? Y/N, you can’t just kiss me. You know I’m married,” he explained angrily, turning your entire world upside down.

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ungodlydandelion · 2 years

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Triggers don't care about intent.

It doesn't matter to my brain whether it's my father grabbing my inner thigh (memories of begging for him to stop grabbing or "tickling", my increasing desperation being ignored until I lashed out, the pain, the fear, the getting in trouble for lashing out) or my partner (which would be fine if I were normal. He's gentle. So gentle. It doesn't matter). It doesn't matter whether a christian, Jewish, Muslim, atheist, pagan, humanist, etc. is citing a biblical passage in earnest.

The reaction is the same.

Time travel through nightmares.

An inability to breathe.

A tightness in the chest.

Physical pain in the throat and joints.

Eyes flickering, heart pounding, body beginning to rock forward and backward - sometimes perceptibly, sometimes not.

Hands shaking.

Slow detachment from reality.

The longer the exposure to the trigger, the harder it becomes to see. Things get hazy, as if through gauze; then wobbly, as if through water; then impossible to remember. It's not that you're not seeing. You're just not retaining the knowledge of what you've seen.

Eventually you lose control over yourself. I've been told I proceed as normal, if robotic in movement and tone. If I'm aware, it feels like something else is piloting my body and speaking for me, but I don't care because I'm not feeling anything. My chosen family notice. No one else does. I've spent entire days at work or at family holidays in a sort of fugue state before. Not very creative, on those days, but still working.

It's eerily fascinating from an emotional distance. It's oddly tiring.

Anger can stop it, but anger isn't particularly better. The shaking still happens. The tightening and the pain still happen. I used to cry when angry. Crying hurts me. It feels as if it's being dragged from my chest. It does not come naturally to me. I remember being told that crying was just begging for attention. Only bad kids do that. I used to be proud of how little I cried. I'm not anymore. The loss in control still happens. But I can still see and feel. So it's probably better.

But anger isn't safe. When I lose control in anger, I say horrible things. I hurt people's feelings. I get myself in trouble. I can't work well while angry. Because I'm not a robot, I'm a jittery chihuahua looking to bite.

My body betrays me. It's incredibly frustrating. I don't think people realize how annoying it is to be years past a threat and still prepared for danger. There are so many security features in my head that it's hard to get things done. And yet, when I try to remove some, I find myself in repeat situations. It's a lose lose experience.

I'm tired. I haven't dealt with the most serious states of being triggered in a while, but even the lesser ones take a toll. I'm just so tired. I can't get work done. I spend my time looking... for something. I don't know what. I don't want to be like this. Yet going to work and keeping my home in order seems increasingly impossible. And it's not just because of the triggers! I have more issues!

And getting help seems incredibly impossible, because at every step I have to try to explain this is not my only problem to someone who has never worked retail, much less been raised like this. And they cannot comprehend. They can barely summon the wherewithal to be tactful to my face.

Godlessness. I am so tired.

#ptsd #exchristian #text #exvangelical #religious trauma #ex christian #ok 2 rb #rant #long post

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animatedarchives · 3 years

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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

— 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀

author’s note: wOOHOO it’s day 6 of the winter collab and today’s prompt is deck the halls! i used it to set the scene instead of using it as a main idea but i hope you like it nonetheless!! :D

genre: fLUFF i want semi to sing to me too :(

warnings: none! just warm christmas vibes :>

word count: 1.6k words

You and Semi loved Christmas, but today he was being overly enthusiastic about it, and you weren’t entirely sure why.

You normally bought a small tree to decorate every year for Christmas together, but today he came home with one that was double in size, insisting that you help him set it up before the day was over.

“What do I get for my assistance?” you raised your eyebrow playfully. You were already going to help him like you always did, but there was no harm in bargaining for extra benefit.

Semi smirked. “I’ll finally tell you what I want for Christmas,” he said, eliciting a gasp from you in response. You’d been pestering him to tell you for weeks, but every single time you asked, he refused to answer, saying that it was a secret.

So you accepted his offer without another thought, excited to hear what it was that Semi wanted so you could get it for him. Your boyfriend grinned as you sealed the deal.

Everything was going to plan.

You and Semi spent the day decorating the house together, singing and dancing as you enjoyed each other’s company. By the time night had fallen, everything was decorated and the atmosphere emanated a certain coziness and warmth.

“Looks pretty good, huh,” he beamed. You nodded and twirled the shiny golden star in your hand, walking over to the tree to finally add the finishing touch. You stood on your tiptoes, letting out a strained sound as you tried to place the star at the top.

Semi chuckled as you tried to stretch further, amused at how cute you still managed to look despite your little struggle. He approached you from behind, wrapping his arms firmly around your hips before lifting you off the ground.

You shrieked in surprise, quickly grabbing onto his arms in order to regain your balance. But Semi’s grip on you was strong and reassuring, making sure not to let you fall while he stepped closer towards the tree.

You slowly twisted your torso, the peak you couldn’t see before now clearly in view. You extended the star forward, carefully crowning the large fern with its final decoration of the day. You tapped Semi’s arm to let him know you were done, and he gently lowered you down, holding you steadily in his arms as your feet touched the ground.

Both of you admired your work, watching the lights twinkle around the bejeweled tree as the fireplace crackled warmly in the background. The ambience was perfect. It was just what he had hoped for.

He smiled as you sank into his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist, while he rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I love Christmas,” you sighed dreamily as you inhaled the faint yet distinct scent of pine that your boyfriend’s sweater held. “But I love you more.”

Semi’s heart skipped a beat at those nostalgic words, his mind going straight to the object in his pocket as he kissed your forehead and pulled away. The stage was finally set. The time to act was now.

“So, you wanna know what I want for Christmas?” he quirked an eyebrow teasingly. You scoffed at his question, knowing he already knew your answer.

“Yes, Eita, just tell me already!” you replied, scrunching up your nose as you huffed impatiently. You worked hard for your reward. You deserved to get your answer.

Semi laughed at your silliness, but he loved you all the same. He gazed at you with adoration, and his heart began to soften.

“I’ll do you one better,” he said, removing himself from your hold and walking to the corner of the room where his acoustic guitar was propped up against the wall.

“I’ll sing it for you.”

Your eyes sparkled at his response, akin to a child receiving a gift on Christmas morning. You loved it when Semi sang to you, which was why he decided he had to do it today. His hand brushed against the undeniable object in his pocket, his heart skipping a beat as the reality of the situation began to sink in.

This was it.

Semi took a deep breath and began to pick at the strings with his slender fingers. Time seemed to slow down and the air around you became full of romance and intimacy. Semi closed his eyes and quietly hummed along to the tune, an effort to calm his racing heart.

He opened his eyes again to look at you, and a smile crept up onto his face when he saw you swaying gently along to the music. He melted at the sight, and his love for you bled into the lyrics he sang as his melodious voice filled the air.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.”

You wanted to scoff at how cheesy he was being, revealing that the big gift he had wanted for Christmas was you all along.

But something about the raw emotion in his voice changed your mind, and you reveled in the sweetness of the words woven together by the silky smoothness of his voice.

“I don’t care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree.”

You began to lose yourself to the music, humming along as Semi slowly strummed his guitar. It felt like you were dreaming, and you watched as Semi slowly began to approach you. His eyes never once left yours, and he continued to pour out emotion into every word that emerged from his rosy pink lips.

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know.”

Semi stopped in front of you, and your heart swelled as you gazed up into his warm, brown eyes. You honestly didn’t know how it was possible to love someone so much, but you did know that there wasn’t anyone else that you’d rather be in love with.

“Make my wish come true…”

And just like that, your heart skipped a beat. Because as soon as the lyrics left your your boyfriend’s lips, he slowly began to sink down until he was on one knee.

No way... It- It can’t be...

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him pull out a small, black velvet box. You suddenly rememebered how he’d been subtly brushing his hands near the pocket of his pants, making it seem like he was wiping his palms. All of a sudden, everything made sense. The decorating of the house to set the mood, the offer to reveal what he wanted for Christmas just so he could sing this song.

Was this what he had planned all along?

Your vision became blurry, your mind spinning out of control as tears began to well up in your eyes. Seeing you on the verge of tears made a lump form in Semi’s throat, but he forced himself to continue, determined to profess his love for you.

“All I want for Christmas…”

You could barely comprehend what was happening, everything was moving much too fast. It was like you were floating in the clouds, unsure it was real because it felt too good to be true.

But then the physical wetness of a tear trailing down your cheek finally cemented reality for you, and you were pulled back to your senses again.

This wasn’t just a dream.

It was all real.

Semi’s voice trembled, as did his hands. He was barely able to get out the last two words, slowly opening the box to reveal a glittering diamond ring.

“Is you.”

The final note and last lyric of the song struck a cord in your heart, and the tears began to flow freely from your eyes. Semi gently set his guitar aside, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles to help put you at ease.

“Today is a special day Y/N, because it was the first time that I told you I loved you,” Semi said. You remembered feeling Semi tense earlier when you’d said you loved him, now realising that it was the core of why he proposed today out of all days.

You let out a sob, never expecting him to remember such a minor detail. But little did you know that to Semi, it was the one thing he’d never forget.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday; how we kissed underneath the mistletoe and then spent our first Christmas together exactly one week later.”

Your heart swelled with emotion at the memory — the feeling of Semi’s lips pressing softly against yours as your heart began to warm despite the freezing cold air.

“We’ve spent every Christmas together since, and I don’t ever want that to stop. I want to spend the rest of my Christmases with you, waking up next to you each snowy morning, cuddling by the fireplace with our warm cups of cocoa and decorating our home where we’ll raise our children together.”

“You are the only thing I need, Y/N. Not just for this Christmas, but for the rest of my life,” he smiled softly. “So uh, for my Christmas present this year...” he chuckled nervously.

“Will you marry me?”

You could hardly contain yourself any longer, tackling him to the ground as your heart burst with happiness.

“YES YES YES!” you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He gently held your body in his arms, rubbing your back soothingly as you sobbed into his shirt.

You pulled away with glassy eyes, extending your finger to allow him to slip the jewel on. The ring fit perfectly on your finger, seemingly made for you, just like Semi was.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he said, gently cupping your cheek before placing a kiss on your forehead. You placed your hand over his, melting into his tender touch as you looked at him with endearment.

“I love you too, Eita,” you smiled as you leaned forward to press your lips against his soft ones, your souls intertwining together as your hearts beat as one.

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To the Stars Who Listen- Part 14

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1480

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Once again, apologies for the delay! And more apologies for what’s to come.

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It’s only Natasha, Steve, and you in the lab. Everyone else was told to stay away for the meeting with Doctor Strange. He should be seeing you any minute now but you had yet to hear word from FRIDAY of his arrival to the tower. His incoming tardiness only served to amplify the tense silence in the room.

Natasha and Steve were under the impression that you had no idea of the secret they were keeping when in reality you knew the real truth for Doctor Strange’s involvement. You had yet to tell them that you knew and you had already resolved not to confess that to them knowing their guilt would be too much to bear at the moment.

Late or not, you just hoped that this doctor would be able to reverse the damage done and allow you to go back to the life you had.

You were over the random confessions you pulled out of your friends and the constant fear of this power potentially killing you. You just wanted to return to your life as an Avenger who only had the power of your own human body to face the world.

You were content in being normal.

Yes, people lied to you and spoke half-truths. Yes, they kept secrets and withheld information. None of that was new, but being a lie detector… being able to sense all of that now was taking its toll.

You longed for the days in which you were blissfully ignorant of all that.

The clock strikes twelve and Natasha lets out a sigh.

“For a highly awarded surgeon, I would have sure hoped he knew the importance of being punctual…”

As the last words left her mouth, a gold ring starts to appear at the end of the room and a figure steps out.

The man is donned in a red cape, blue robes, and a glowing amulet laid on his chest.

“Agent Romanoff,” he greets. “I’m Doctor Strange. I believe we spoke on the phone.”

Natasha smiles politely swallowing back her recent words, “Yes. Thank you for coming. We have a special case and we’re hoping you’ll be able to help us.”

Doctor Strange glances at Steve who offers a nod in greeting before turning to look at you. He takes a step closer and you straighten up on your seat. He looks at you from head to toe with a calculating gaze.

“May I look at your hands?”

You offer them to him and he takes them into his own. You notice the array of scars and the slight tremble of his palms.

The question burns in your mind of the story untold on his skin and he takes notice.

“Car accident and multiple surgeries,” he answers as if he read your mind. “A lot of nerve damage. Not much could be done on the medical side.”

“But the mythical had a solution?” you ask.

Doctor Strange stops his inspection and looks into your eyes. For the first time since he’s appeared, he dons a small smile.

“Yes,” he answers.

You wish you could smile back. Doctor Strange seemed like a closed off character that held a hidden warmth. The makings of a good friend and future ally if need be. Except, you weren’t in the best of moods since Loki’s revelations the prior night.

Doctor Strange releases your hands soon after.

“When was the last time you used your siphons?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“And the stones haven’t been overcharged yet?”

You look down at the palm of your hands and frown when you realize that the stones were sitting normally. Loki had warned you that you had to use your siphons daily to avoid overcharging and breaking them.

With everything running in your mind, you hadn’t realized that alarming detail that laid so blatantly in your hands.

“I- I didn’t notice,” you stammer out. “They should be lit up by this point…”

Doctor Strange frowns.

“What does that mean?” Steve asks. “Is her power fading away?”

“Not at all. In fact, I would say it's the opposite,” Doctor Strange answers. “You were right, Agent Romanoff. It seems like her body has evolved to the point in which it is able to retain the power of Veritas. The siphons are still helpful but they will no longer become necessary for her.”

A silence accompanies his statement as Natasha and Steve turn to look at you. The secret they were keeping is out and it was obvious from your tired expression that you already knew about it.

“That’s uh… That’s great,” you mumble. “Any way I can reverse what’s been done?”

Steve and Natasha call out your name.

“We should talk about this…”

You ignore them. You didn’t need to hear their explanation. You just wanted to hear a solution from the local expert.

“Doctor Strange,” you speak again. “Is there any way I can go back to how I was?”

He hesitates and you knew then that the answer would be no.

“Had I been consulted earlier, perhaps something could have been done or at least the risks would be minimal, but as your body has been impacted and changed by this power any kind of reversal would wind up killing you. The power of Veritas is ingrained in your DNA now and if I were to remove it, I would remove your life essence too.”

You block out the rest of his explanation. Not as if it was directed at you anymore seeing as Steve and Natasha were still asking questions and attempting to find a cure elsewhere.

They’re all so focused on scrapping up a solution that you’re able to slip out of the lab without them noticing.

You don’t know where you’re going. You blackout for a few minutes until your mind clears up enough to find yourself on Thor’s residential floor. Specifically, right in front of Loki’s room.

You knock and Loki is quick to answer.

“Little mortal,” he greets. “Meeting cut short?”

You look up at him and a burning anger starts to burn deep inside you.

“Tell me you didn’t know.”

His amusement falters. His true feelings revealed now that the mask has fallen. Concern laced his features but you don’t care about the truth anymore.

“Didn’t know what?”

“Tell me you didn’t know that this could have been reversed,” you tell him. “That I could have been back to normal had we consulted other sources. Tell me you didn’t know.”

Loki remains silent and the mask rises again. You are quick to tear it down as you push him back.

“Tell me the truth!” you yell. “Did you or did you not know?!”

Loki glares down at you but you weren’t afraid of him. Your body was evolved to the same kind of strength and power that he had. You were equals now as much as you hated it.

“So what if I did?” he asks in return. “You were presented a gift and look how blessed you are now. Your skills as a warrior are amplified by strength. You are immune to illnesses and mortal weakness. You are a truth-seeker and can pull out secrets and confessions from anyone.”

Loki peers down at you.

“Thanks to me, you are a Goddess among men.”

Your anger turns to rage.

You don’t know if it’s because of the credit he’s handing to himself or that he admits to turning your life around for his own amusement.

No, it takes a second to realize that it’s because he’s lying to you.

He’s lying about everything.

Loki knows that he is and you can’t comprehend why he would still do it when he knows you’ll sense it.

“You’re selfish,” you tell him. “And you’re cruel.”

Loki feigns indifference but you can tell the damage you’re inflicting. You’re better than this but Loki has damaged you enough and you are done playing his game.

“You used my situation to broker a deal, but the deal is done,” you tell him. “My body has evolved to the point that I will no longer die from this power. I will no longer need the siphons nor your guidance. From this day forward, you and I… we are no longer friends.”

You think you see fear in his eyes but it’s quickly gone and it intensifies your fury.

As much as you hoped, Loki could not release himself from the role he’s chosen to play.

You wanted him to fight. You wanted him to rip off that mask he’s always donning.

Loki had never been a villain to you. Not until recently.

He had always been honest with you but he’s stopped. You had no idea what changed and why he started to lie to your face so blatantly.

It hurt and with this pain, you decided to wield it against him too.

“Forget my name. Forget everything. We’re strangers again.”

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