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𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧 | 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

�� 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: min yoongi/reader ☆ 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: pure fluff ☆ 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: a little to much fluff ☆ 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.6k ☆ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Yoongi arrives home late. Again. So much time off without him has made you think that maybe there's someone else he's interested in now, and you can't bear the pain of that thought.

☆ 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: The word apapachar comes from Nahuatl, and means "to caress with the soul". It is considered one of the most beautiful words in Mexico, and, personally, it is my favorite of all the words in my language. Btw, sorry for any grammatical errors, English isn't my first language.

You always wait for Yoongi awake. Or at least you try to. The first few times weren't that hard: you just sat on the couch in front of the front door and after twenty minutes he would come in apologizing for being late. You didn't care. It wasn't that big of a deal.

He would come up to you and give you a kiss on the head, kneeling in front of you to rest his head on your lap as a way of apologizing. You always played hard to get, but you could never resist him and ended up accepting his offer of peace, starting to slip your fingers through his soft locks to brush them and massage his head.

It would all continue with Yoongi carrying you in his arms to his room to tuck you in, giving you kisses with quick flutters all over your face between his every move, ending with him hugging your body gently as he traced slow circles on your back.

"I love you" was the last thing you heard before falling into dreams.

But that wasn't happening anymore.

Not in a long time.

You can't remember the last day you even saw him at a time other than him coming out of the bedroom early in the morning, leaving you alone in the big bed you share.

In fact, you can't even be sure if you're still sharing it, as it's been two weeks since his presence in the evenings has been non-existent.

You've almost forgotten what his soothing touch feels like on your heavy back.

You glance at the clock by the door. 03:25 a.m.

Your eyes feel heavy and you don't think you can stay awake any longer. Although to be honest, not that that's of any use. Deep in your heart you know that Yoongi probably won't make it home tonight. Or the next.

Work? Yeah, maybe. You know how obsessive he can be when it comes to producing music. But you're suspicious. And it's at times like this that your doubts are triggered, embracing your unconscious in a way you hate.

You'd be lying if you said you've never wondered if there's someone else. It's normal, isn't it? And sure, you'd have your reasons for doubting, but it doesn't take you long to bury those thoughts to the back of your mind every time.

Only this time it's different.

The back-to-back unexplained absences and the strange barrier of distance that has risen between you do nothing to dull your thoughts.

Yes, maybe you found someone else. Someone who shares the same passion he does for music. Someone who doesn't need so much annoying physical affection. Someone he can talk to about his work without having to explain every little concept.

You feel your eyes fill with tears and your eyes sting.

3:50 a.m.

It wouldn't be hard for him to get someone else. You're the first to say he's the most handsome man you've ever seen, I mean, why did he pick you in the first place? Having thousands, millions, of options. Maybe you were just a passing fancy. Maybe he realized the women he could get and decided to pass you up. You wouldn't blame him if he decided to dump you in a corner at the drop of a hat.

At this point, you're curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you. Silent tears slide down the surface of your skin and land on the soft fabric covering you.

It's okay, isn't it?

You love him. And people who love should step aside if they are no longer reciprocated. That's the way it should be.

You feel a blue feeling run through you from top to bottom. This only intensifies when you hear the door lock rattle heavily.

4:10 a.m.

Yoongi arrives.

When the door opens, you can see his silhouette walking wearily into the house, closing the door carefully behind him. His shadow moves and leaves his coat on the coat rack, sighing heavily. Yoongi moves toward you, but without noticing you yet. Not that there is any light to indicate your presence.

You feel a new horde of tears threatening to come out and you tremble.

Yoongi seems to notice a lump on the couch and turns on the lights just in time to see your figure writhing in spasms under the blanket.

His face goes from tired to worried in an instant.

"Honey, what's wrong, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Yoongi whispers as he approaches your trembling figure. His face looks alarmed as he stands in front of you.

What Yoongi watches closely are your watery eyes and flushed nose. Your flushed cheeks and tousled hair make him fidget.

You still can't speak. Not with the lump in your throat.

"Honey, please talk to me"

Yoongi insists, kneeling in front of you and reaching for your hands underneath the cloth. His heavy eyes are flashing an alarm signal beneath you.

"You are late. Again."

The words leave your throat in a wisp of a voice that Yoongi wouldn't have heard but for the silence there.

Yoongi clenches your hands and looks down, guilty.

"I... The job took me longer than expected, you know I've been working on the album I told you about and-"

You don't let him finish.

"You're going to leave me?" You ask, your voice hoarse. Your tone is the complete opposite of your current appearance, which is destroyed and tearful. Yoongi looks up at you, surprised by your question. He lets go of your hands.

"What are you talking about?"

You feel your chest tighten. You open your mouth again and try to speak, but only rubbery, unintelligible gasps come from your lips. Yoongi distinguishes a few loose things among your babbling, "You're always late," "I know I'm not as interesting as other women," and a halting, "I'll do better."

You don't know how to describe Yoongi's expression as he stands up and turns his back to you, mumbling. He holds his hair before asking you. "What woman are you talking about?"

You look up from the blanket and he turns to face you. Your eyes meet.

"Isn't that why you're not home?"

"I'm not-"

"Isn't that why you don't hug me?"

Yoongi can swear he feels his heart melt with an acidic sense of guilt after hearing you.

He rushes to hug you tightly, wrapping his arms around your sobbing body.

You are like this because of him.

It's his fault.

You feel like you could burst into tears right there.

"Oh, honey," Yoongi's voice sounds broken. More crying builds up in you. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

You allow yourself to relax under his embrace. You missed him so much. Yoongi tightens his grip on you and drowns your sobs in his chest.

"I thought that- that I was the problem and that you didn't like me anymore-" you cry.

"Please, please don't say that," he begs. He takes your face in his hands and removes the hair over your face to look at you. Now you can make out the dark bags under his eyes. Now Yoongi's nose and cheeks are red too.

"I'm sorry" He says."Sorry for being away so much, sorry for not explaining anything to you, I didn't mean for you to feel this way..... I'm just- sorry for everything, honey..."

Yoongi kisses your face in messy motions, desperate to let you know he loves you, that he would never stop.

More apologies spill from his lips between each kiss. He takes special care to cover your nose and forehead with affection, mingling his own tears with yours.

"I-I love you so much and it has never crossed my mind to have anyone else. You're all I want with me, forgive me..."

Yoongi catches you in a protective embrace. You wrap your limbs around his torso, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his body. He smiles, tracing the familiar circles on your back to reassure you. Your eyes close longingly at the movement of his fingers on your skin. You had missed him so much.

His breathing begins to soothe you, calming your crying after a few minutes. Yoongi buries his face in your hair, breathing slowly. He had missed you too.

After a few moments that felt long, you feel him stand up and lift you with him, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and asks you to let go.

"It will only take a moment, I promise. I'm not going anywhere," he says and gives you one of his rubbery smiles. You reluctantly agree, letting go to hug yourself.

Yoongi turns his back on you and walks over to the closet to find you some comfortable clothes to sleep in. He decides to bypass your pajamas and goes straight to his part of the closet to give you his favorite shirt and a pair of shorts. He pulls out his own change of clothes and lays them on the bed next to you.

You feel tired and it's no wonder, as it's after five in the morning. Yoongi takes off your top and puts on his shirt, kissing your shoulders before doing so. Then he puts on his shorts. When he finishes changing you to sleep he doles out more kisses on your face, leaving a soft one on your lips.

You wait for him to finish dressing and when he does, he takes one end of the blanket from the bed and wraps it around you, moving you around until he has laid down as well. He pulls you in until you are facing his chest and turns off the light, lulling you to sleep. His arms tighten around you as he draws slow patterns on your back.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you cling closer to his warmth, feeling yourself slowly fade away.

"I love you" Is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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moodymisty · 10 months

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Tree in bloom - Ch2

< Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 soon >

Author's Note: Tehe, hi. I take forever to draft things. Hope you enjoy.

-pushes this towards the darksiders fandom like a skiddish animal- hello please accept my humble offering I haven't done a multichapter thing in like 9 years sorry if it's a mess

Summary: Even after humanity has just been resurrected, Strife still finds himself using Jones. It’s easier; Until you find him out of his façade. (Taking place days after Death revives humanity, you wade through a world still infested by demons, while Strife struggles with growing attached to someone.)

Relationships: Strife/Fem!Reader

Story Wide Warnings: Canon typical violence, Friends to lovers, Teratophilia, Strife being an emotionally stunted jokster and pouter, Eventual smut maybe, Strife is clingy, One or two OCs maybe to fill things out at times, Shooting guns, rebuilding trust

Word Count: 3949

Ao3 Mirror

'thump thump thump'

Your heart pounds against your ribcage, willing your legs to push as fast as they can possibly go and beyond, stumbling and nearly falling multiple times.

What’s left of the concrete sidewalk crumbles under your shoes; Cracks going deep into the dirt underneath from one hundred years of strain and winding along like a spider’s web.

You have no goal in mind, you never thought even close to that far ahead.

You just need to get away. From everything. Your body had said to run and you listened, not caring where you would end up.

One of your knees almost buckles from how long you've run at a full sprint, struggling not to collapse under your own weight. When you finally do look over your shoulder you see nothing is following, though the Maker's tree is farther in the distance that you'd expected it to be. You can barely see the top of it from over the skeletal remains of buildings; It's safety is almost impossibly far away. Realistically it's probably only a few miles, but that might as well be a million or more right now.

There’s an abandoned storefront right next to you on the sidewalk that has a foyer-like entrance, and you quickly push against the wreckage of what once was a door to slip inside. The moment you do, you can actually stop for a moment and feel how your lungs burn in your chest, heart thumping against your rib cage as if trying to burst forth from it. With a few steps, you turn until you can press your shoulders against the wall, breathing for a moment while slowly sliding down it. Once you fall into a squat, your hands press against your cheeks.

How did he know your name? He spoke like he had recognized you, at least to some degree.

The fact that he had spoken at all had frightened you at first; As you'd been under the assumption that he was a giant, abit lithe demon. But demons didn't speak, at least not often. He also lacked an angel's wings, and was far too large to be anything close to human.

It leaves only one option, but you never really thought you'd live to see one of the Horsemen again. For the people of Haven there's not a single soul that doesn't remember the blur of War's red cape and thundering steed racing through the city, and those sights will continue to stick as a collective memory as they already have for so long.

Your heart still feels like it's in your throat from all the running, hoarse and dry, but at least you don't feel about to pass out now.

But you can't go back to the tree, not yet. If he was following you, walking back to the tree would absolutely make you run right into him again. Though if he was following you, it would be odd that he hadn't managed to catch up with you yet, as even with one look from a good margin away, his stature clearly dwarfed yours.

But even if you can't go back to the tree, you sure as Hell can't stay here. Almost every wall is glass, and any passerby human or other could easily see a cowering fragile mess of a human huddled in the barely standing remains of a building.

Sighing and using a significant amount of effort just to stand back fully upright, you look around through the glass of the door shortly before opening it.

There's nothing alive in view, but you can hear the crackle of never-ending flames and the screech of undead, hellish creatures, somewhere in the distance. It's best not to spend too much time around here, especially alone. You only have a single clip of ammo in your gun, along with a knife.

Just as you feel to make sure you didn't lose said knife in your scramble down the tree, you hear an ungodly screech loud enough to whip your head in every which direction, trying to find the source. When you don't it makes your heart beat faster once again.

There's no way I last through the entire apocalypse only to die to a random pissant demon.

There's a fire escape you quite noticed to your left; You can use it to climb to the top story of this apartment building and hopefully wait out whatever is stalking around, and then trek back to the tree.

The Makers are absolutely going to tear you a new one, that's for sure. Ulthane will probably travel miles from his hovel just to do so. You know it wouldn't be out of character for him, in response to you pulling a stunt as stupid as this. He's yelled at the humans for less.

Rushing towards what might be your safely the metal of the fire escape is horribly rusted, and you put your full weight onto the ladder with no small amount of uneasiness. It creaks and groans in pain, but doesn't break as you climb up the first two rungs.

Afterwards you dare to take a look over your shoulder, and what you see sends you into a fluffy of frantic, clumsy movements.

Quickly your pace increases, but once your hand touches the fourth rung the fire escape begins to pull away from the wall, forcing you to abandon climbing lest you get trapped underneath it. You let out a yelp of pain as the concrete scrapes against your clothes, ripping and biting at your skin through the fabric as you fall to the ground.

Get up get up get up!

But no matter how fast you try to will yourself to, your body is so tired that you can barely manage to scramble to your knees. As you do you hear him, getting closer and closer.

Your hands shake and once again your heart is trying to escape it’s cage, but you still try to push it a bit further, stumbling to your hands and feet getting ready to-

“Don’t run!"

He yells, the tone of his voice and wild glow of his eyes only serving to frighten you further. He looks like he could crush you in one fell swoop, which makes it all the odder when his voice actually fades down to a tone that almost seems unfitting.

"Please don’t run again?”

It seems like your fight or flight response is finally well and truly shot, frozen in place looking at him awkwardly as you pause stuck halfway between getting to your feet. But now it seems like he’s run out of things to say, and halts.

“Shit- I, Just-” A sharp gauntlet rakes through his wild hair, as he paces.

He shifts his weight from one leg to another, glowing eyes not looking in your direction. It's like he almost didn't expect you to actually listen to him. You finish rising to your feet, one slightly behind the other.

He's still trying to write up his next sentence or, something, as he's still looking almost beyond you. When he does suddenly make a move however, taking one step forward closer to you, it's a lightning quick habit to grab your gun and point it right at him.

His body posture doesn't change in the slightest, but he does retract his only step forward and raise his hands up slightly- like someone who is only jokingly being held at gunpoint.

“Look, respectfully; That gun really isn’t gonna do much more than hurt my feelings.”

He laughs, though it seems to be at himself more than anything. He turns his hands so his palms face the sky, and gives a heavy shrug of his shoulders.

“...You can shoot me if it makes you feel better... Or somethin’.”

What?

The barrel of your gun lowers slightly, mouth agape as you look at him. Every word that’s come out of his mouth has done nothing but confuse you even more than you already are. And in that bafflement, you lower down the gun just enough that you can speak to him, voice almost cracking with how dry and hoarse your throat is.

“What do you want with me?"

He just awkwardly laughs.

“I just wanted to make sure you were ok. There's demons all over out here.”

That was, not anywhere near an answer you had expected; And you really have no answer to it. Slowly lowering the gun to your hip height you keep your eyes on him, watching the way the light bounces off the shiner parts of his armor. Some of it is clearly worn down after an untold number of years of wear and tear, especially the scarf around his neck, as that remains as only tattered remains of what it probably once was.

Your feet smidge backwards just slightly, trying to get even the tiniest bit of space between the two of you.

“And what, you care that much about some random human?" You're not a fan of the way your voice shakes, even if barely. Not as if your emotions can betray you, as he probably already knows quite well you're terrified and nearly shaking like a leaf.

But it's just so weird, the way he's so casually talking to you. It wasn't exactly what you had expected from someone so... Fabled.

It's hard to tell what emotion he's feeling with his helmet covering all but his eyes, but it's clear he's thinking.

"Tch," He makes an almost annoyed noise. "Look; Back there, you weren't supposed to see that."

Perhaps it isn't the smartest thing to raise your voice at a Horsemen, and maybe you'll live to regret it later, but you can't help but reel back at the nonchalance; Almost disrespectful.

You caught him slaughtering demons- and whatever else, not doing something embarrassing.

'If he kills me, he kills me. There's no chance in hell I could run from him now.'

"See what? I was just looking for my friend! I-"

And you still haven't found Jones, but the Horsemen suddenly interrupts you before you have a chance to finish.

"And you found him!"

......

You stand there frozen and confused, eyes wide after hearing his voice rise to a yell for a moment, watching the Horsemen shift from one boot to another as if he's resisting the urge to pace. Your gun is still in your hand, you remember; The metal is cold and while you know it won't do shit to him, you can't quite put it away.

"I knew all the humans wouldn't trust," He gestures broadly and almost self-deprecatingly at himself. "Me, so... I made Jones."

Made?

Your lips part, eyes glancing over him as if the answer is going to lay somewhere else.

He has to be fucking with you. This is some sort of sadistic attempt to pull one over on a human thats already about to keel over like a frightened rabbit.

"This, this has to be a joke," You say, and he seems almost irritated you're still confused and flighty, if only for a moment. "This sounds insane, I don't know you're trying to do but-" You're backing up, getting ready to just bail from this and hope to whatever is listening that you can loose him and forget all of this has ever happened.

"Wait!" He stutters as his brain catches up with his mouth. "I know you, from the tree! I promised to help you once I came back!"

Looking back at him, you remember that yeah- Jones did offer to help you once he came back. And, well you think you'd remember if there had been a giant horsemen in the vicinity.

Sure you've been through the apocalypse, seen weirder, but you still have absolutely no idea what to say.

"I'm Jones. Me." He points at himself, but you aren't exactly fully listening.

This is... insane. But there really isn't anyway you can deny the fact that he doesn't seem to be lying, other than just trying to forget this all happened. A valid option, after everything.

“But...”

You can hear that he's probably giving some sort of smile behind the mask, judging by the surprisingly light tone in his voice now. He seems to have gotten over everything that happened before, and has done a full 180.

“I’m actually Strife.”

Your eyes glance back up to his face, instead of his chest. So you were right; He is one of the horsemen. You’ve heard his name before, and it was never said in a pleasant tone.

Granted you've heard all of the Horsemen's names from the Makers, though Strife's was the one that was usually said with the most amount of distain, or with a curse following shortly thereafter.

But once everything settles just a bit, you can't really feel much else but angry. Clenching your hands you throw them forward, before they go back to your sides.

“I, I trusted you!" The horsemen straightens up at your tone as if you hit him, surprised. "You were lying to me this entire time!?”

He seems almost surprised by your sudden outburst, prompted upon the realization that you'd been strung around in the dark apparently, for so long.

You're absolutely going to collapse when you fully realize the gravity of yelling at a man who's brother nearly destroyed Earth.

“Hey! I did it to avoid this!” He gestures between the both of you, and thus the defensive posture you still have. Quickly you fire back, your throat still hoarse.

“And so you thought lying was better!?”

He goes quiet.

When he makes another move you flinch, instinctively trying to keep a minimum amount of space between you two. You already regret yelling at a Horsemen, but he doesn't seem to take mind of it at all, surprisingly.

You don’t trust him as far as you can throw him; And that isn’t any at all, judging by the bulk of his armor and the way he towers over you. Even from almost two meters away, his shadow is still brushing over the toes of your boots.

He attempts to speak in a softer tone that seems incredibly unfamiliar to him- the caterwaul of dustwings echos off somewhere in the background.

“Look- You need to get back to the tree. Let me give you a ride.”

Eyes darting around you don’t quite know what he means by ride for a moment, though it’s only a moment, as he whistles and suddenly- something seems to just come from what feels the air itself.

The sound of metal clops on the pavement as it materializes, and you barely register that it’s shaped like a horse, before it looks at you and you almost drop dead right then and there. The whinny it gives sounds otherworldly, and it matches the look impeccably. With how much armor it has on however, it's nearly impossible to tell if there is an actual horse under there, or if it's just some sort of unholy creation.

Quickly backing in from the creature this time instead of the Horsemen, you shake your head and put your palms right out in front of you; Hell bent on putting as much space between you and it as possible.

“No! Absolutely no way!”

The steed paws at the crumbled concrete as if bored, it’s ghost-like mane flowing in the soft wind that sends a chill through your body.

'Strife', crosses his arms, looking down on you with those glowing eyes.

“What,” He's smirking, you can just tell. “Scared of a horse?” Quickly your face goes from shocked and frightened to angry and frightened, as you take yet another step back and hug your shoulders. You only pull one away from a moment to point at it, and as if on cue, the horse looks up at you seeming almost with banality.

“That, is not a horse! That, That is a-” He turns to look at his ‘horse’, for a second, before looking back to you and shrugging his armored shoulders.

“Looks like a horse to me.”

You never remembered Jones being this smug.

The horse snorts as it stands behind it’s rider, bored with it all as you continue to fight going anywhere near it.

“Mayhem doesn’t bite.”

Of course that's it's name.

You look at the way his eyes glow and the almost ghost-like nature of his mane, and find that reassurance hard to believe. The Horsemen however seems to not notice or doesn’t care that you don’t seem entirely convinced, and instead hits the saddle. You shake your head and speak at a more normal tone.

“No, I can walk.”

Strife seems to almost deflate at the way you refuse his offer, oddly enough. But he seems to reinflate fast enough to attempt at convincing you. He hits the saddle again.

“You’re not going to make it in one piece alone. Just,” He blows air from his lips that sounds similar to a raspberry from behind his mask. “Just let me get you back."

As much as you don’t want to admit it, he’s not entirely wrong. You’re out in the middle of nowhere, and running out this far has already sapped a good bit of your energy. You don't like the idea of taking up his offer, but it's not as if you have any better alternative.

So perhaps the ghostly steed and his lying owner could give you a ride. But once you’re in the tree, you don’t want to be near him anymore. You need time. To figure this all out.

“Ok," He perks up so much so you startle, shifting your feet. "So I just, get on?”

Strife, you have to remember his name, moves his hands, grabbing the saddlehorn with one and gesturing with the other.

“Like I said, Mayhem doesn’t bite.”

The jury is still out on that; You see the way this horse is staring at you as you approach his flank. He seems to only be allowing you this close because his rider is the one asking you to be. Or maybe his bored face just looks intimidating, but you're not going to take the risk and find out.

Grasping the edges of the saddle you heft yourself into the stirrup after a few tries, and eventually make it up without assistance. He originally moved to quickly help you, but when you shifted away, he seems to take the hint that you want none of that.

Shifting around in the saddle it's huge, fitted for a larger than human rider, but at least it's somewhat comfortable. Your toes can barely reach the stirrups however, now that you're seated.

Just as you're attempting to put a foot in one Strife Puts his right foot in the right stirrup, grasping the saddlehorn and suddenly shifting the whole saddle to one side. You grasp tight underneath his armored hand, the edges sharp against your skin before he takes it away once he's seated right behind you.

With one heel he gives the horse a gentle nudge and you’re moving forward, the jingle of metal the foremost sound in your ear. If it’s Strife’s armor, Mayhem’s, or perhaps a combination of both is unknown.

"See, It's not so bad," He says, The chains that serve as the steed's reins jingling in his hand.

"I mean Mayhem's probably the least scary one out of all of them," You assume by 'them' he's referring to the other Horsemen's mounts. "Maybe Ruin? He's just big."

"The one that helped start the Apocalypse?" You say quietly. Strife lets out a nervous laugh, and you can even hear him thickly swallow.

"Oh yeah... Right. That's still a sore spot."

Did he, think it wouldn't be? Humanity is still in shambles, and unless his outlook on life is overwhelmingly positive it's a bit hard to deny that.

It's not exactly something you want to think too hard about right now, pursing your lips.

"Don't worry," He says, continuing to ramble on despite the fact that you really aren't talking back; A combination of being like a deer in the headlights and still a flurry of emotions. "Me and Mayhem are far better than those angry louts anyways."

Hands tightening around the saddlehorn you see the tree coming closer and closer, and with it your home base.

You can almost feel the tense, borderline nervous energy Strife is exuding behind you, as he ushers his steed to pick up the pace. But even then he still doesn't get the hint that maybe you aren't in the mood to talk, rambling on and on.

You get the hint that besides his occassional words as 'Jones', he hasn't had someone to talk to for a long time.

When you stop at the base of the tree, you’re off the horse as fast as you can possibly go, beating even him to the ground. You have to hand onto the saddle and effectively plummet to the ground, but you manage it well enough.

“Don’t get into too much trouble.”

You purse your lips tight and nod.

“...You too.”

He may have lied to you but… It’s not as if you hope he gets hurt. Your feet scrape against the bark of the tree as you back away from him, before turning and racing upwards.

When you’re halfway up and glance over the side, you can see he’s still there, oddly enough. If he’s still when you enter the tree you don’t know, as instantly you feel multiple sets of eyes on you.

You can hear the voice of one of the Makers asking what’s on your heels, but you don’t answer. Instead you keep pace forward, up the rickety steps and out onto one of the larger branches of the tree. Outside of the main central 'room'. You can update them later, as you've going to make yourself far too hard for them to reach and try and force you to do so.

This is a go to spot for a few of the humans when everything is just a bit too much, and you don’t want one of the Makers bugging you. Or really anyone for that matter. As getting more than one person out on the branch would be precarious at best.

It’s decently cold tonight, and you would’ve needed something to bundle up with if you weren’t still so hot from running for your life. And while you are cooling down, the torn and weathered jacket you have on is enough for now. You wouldn't want to go get anything more anyways.

How do you even, how do you even deal with this?

Sickly for a moment you think you’d rather have just found Jones dead or gone, before instantly throwing out that thought.

No, you don’t want Jones dead. Strife. You’re just frustrated. Need a minute.

The two are nothing alike; And that will take more than awhile to get used to.

Get used to, as you assume you're going to see him again. What if he's just gone forever now?

Thats not really something you want, even after everything. His façade versus the real deal are so incredibly different, but he is still technically your friend.

You can here people talking inside the tree, probably about your raging entrance, but you just drown it all out.

A horsemen? This whole time?

You don’t know exactly how much time has past with you sitting out here, as it's not completely dark.

One rare nice thing about the Apocalypse was with most of the light pollution gone, you can see the stars in the city central again.

I need a fucking nap.

#darksiders strife x reader #strife x reader #Strife/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting #Darksiders

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shiny-jr · 2 years

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what a thriller (I)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader. Bit of gore.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts.

Summary: “On All Hallows’ Eve, on the night of a full moon, a lone soul will summon creatures of the night. They shall be awoken from their slumber, and have the ability to bring terror to the people. But, they shall make a single vow to the lone soul that summoned them and leaves an offering, only that soul can reign them in. Yet once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate…” At least, that’s what the book you bought from overpriced Halloween store said. You have nothing else to do and it probably won’t work, so why not try it out?

Note: Okay, I post, now I dip. Yes, I will work on the follower special request still in the inbox now. Yes, this is a halloween special. Yes, I plan for there to be more parts eventually, hopefully before Halloween. Yes, I know it’s only August, but Heartslabyul always takes the longest for me so give me a break. Oh, and this has not been completely checked over for mistakes, so there may be some errors.

spooky scary skeletons | he’s a pirate (will link when complete)

The giant extra large bags of candies stocked on the shelves, the fallen leaves were the colors of the carved pumpkins, the arrival of scary movies on the television, it could only mean one thing: Halloween was fast approaching. The season of sugary goods and fun costumes. Unfortunately, you had grown past the acceptable age of trick-or-treating. If you dressed up and rang some doorbells looking for candy, you’d probably get some dirty looks and the often repeated question “aren’t you too old for this?”

So with not much else to do and no company to have over, you decided to do your own thing on Halloween day, before you would set up and prepare for the influx of children searching for candy at night. Somewhere where you could read this mysterious book you found at one of those temporary Halloween stores. It could’ve been all jokes and fun, just made up tales, but the quality of the thick leather book and the low price was far too good to pass up. Slowly you walked along to where the roads took you, opening the book and beginning to read,

“On All Hallows’ Eve, on the night of a full moon, a lone soul will summon creatures of the night. They shall be awoken from their slumber, and have the ability to bring terror to the people. But, they shall make a single vow to the lone soul that summoned them and leaves an offering, only that soul can reign them in. Yet once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate…”

Well, you found out what you were going to do today. It might even be fun to try and fulfill this spooky silly prophecy. Sure, nothing would happen, but it gave you something scary to do on Halloween. Afterall, how true could this book be when it was from a holiday retail store that sold cheaply made costumes for high prices? Continuing on your walk, you quietly considered what you could offer. So the question was, where would you set this ritual?

SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS (Heartslabyul)

The town graveyard, of course. The place where the troublesome teenagers went at night to scare each other, but you’re certain they would be off somewhere else trying to steal candy from babies or do stupid stuff like seances in the forest. It wasn’t weird for you to come by, considering the graveyard was about a block away and the easiest way to the center of town was through the graveyard instead of going all the way around it. Plus, it was the most peaceful and quiet place for miles, as weird as that sounded.

During the day it wasn’t too bad, but at night it’s considerably worse. When the sun is out, the birds are twittering and there’s the distant sound of honking cars on a nearby road, a sign that you weren’t alone. When there is sunlight, the leaves on the ground are bright orange like the pumpkins, blanketing every inch of ground as the dead within their tombs lay in eternal rest under the shade of the remaining browning leaves that clung for dear life on the outstretched limbs of the trees. But at night? Oh, at night, you couldn’t bear to walk through the graveyard. It felt like a completely different world when the sun went down and the only sound was the crushing of leaves underfoot and mysterious rustling nearby.

However, today would be different, you decided. Today was a fitting day to go over and try this phony ritual in the rare silence, especially while most of the teenagers would be doing their own thing instead of vandalizing random graves or secretly smoking/drinking here without their parent’s permission.

When arriving at the graveyard, your eyes scanned over the vast property for the best place to do the ritual. Then, your eye caught sight of one of the older mausoleums on the grounds. It had been vandalized. Its stone walls colored with crude spray paint as indiscernible words were scribbled on the surface. Frowning at this discovery, you scanned the grounds for the graveyard keeper, but there was no sign of him. Feeling a bit bad and since you had the spare time, you picked up some cleaning supplies from the nearby shed where you knew the gravekeeper kept some things.

Vandalism had happened in the cemetery before, but you hadn’t actually seen it with your own eyes until now. Slowly approaching, you readied the cleaning supplies as you muttered a small apology to the dead that rested inside. As you began scrubbing, the paint came off and it revealed the names engraved on the stone. Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were written on the left wall, Cater Diamond and Trey Clover were written on the right wall, and on the surface of the wall directly opposite of the sealed stone mausoleum entrance was the name Riddle Rosehearts. It appears as if time had eroded away at the numbers that marked the time of their deaths, so it was impossible to discern just how old these graves were.

You were only content when the paint was fully washed off along with the grime and moss that came with the aged stone. It had taken almost all your free time to clean the tall stone walls, and the sun was setting already and the full moon had come out, but maybe it was worth it. Noticing there was a lack of flowers and candles, it was probably safe to say that no one had come to pay respects to the five dead here in a long time. There might be a chance that there wasn’t anyone left who even remembered them. It was a bit sad to see all the other graves decorated with flowers, little knick knacks, and photographs, while this mausoleum stood alone and empty. Maybe these useless items you brought for the ritual might actually be useful, they could be gifts for the five dead resting here. Thinking about it, you’d probably be sad if you weren’t remembered or gifted anything after so long.

So, you removed the candles from your bag and lit them around the mausoleum, one wick for each name. Rummaging through the mess of items you gathered at random from the dollar store, you picked one object to give to each name and place beside their candle. For Ace you left a deck of playing cards that you found on the shelf by checkout, under Deuce’s name you placed a mini blue toy motorcycle that had been in the toy aisle, beside Cater’s candle you set a spicy instant noodle cup that some broke college students had been eyeing in line, Trey’s offering was a single birthday cupcake that was much cheaper than buying a whole batch, and finally you had purchased a bouquet of roses which you placed under Riddle’s name. They were trash items, but hey, you’d be happy to receive any of them if you had been dead and got no offerings.

Standing upright, you admired your handiwork before murmuring, “Here you go… For Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, and finally Riddle Rosehearts. Oh, uh…” Removing the book from your bag, you reviewed the steps of the ritual. Step one, set your location. Check. Step two, light candles. Check. Step three, place the offerings. Check. Step four, to complete the ritual, recite these lines.” Clearing your throat, you flipped back the first pages and began awkwardly reading, “On this All Hallows’ Eve night, while the moon is full, here I am. The lone soul. I use the energy present tonight to summon thee creatures, awake from your long slumber…! Ugh, this sounds so stupid when I say it out loud… Make your vow to me, the lone soul you waited so long for. In exchange for your loyalty, I bring gifts. Once the deed is done and our deal is set, it shall seal our fate……!”

A breeze came by, carrying some leaves and blowing out all the candles. Well, you accomplished basically nothing and wasted a few dollars for the supplies, but the trip wasn’t completely wasted. At least these five dead finally had some company for once. Closing the book, it was now time to return home, and––

Creaaakkkkk…

You stopped in your tracks, slowly looking back at the mausoleum. The heavy rusted iron doors were open, which made a chill go up your spine. That… wasn’t normal, it wasn’t even opened earlier. Weren’t they always supposed to be locked? Keeping your distance, staying a good few feet away from the mausoleum but you moved so you could peek inside without getting any closer. With your flashlight camera illuminating the dark space from afar, you squinted to get a better view just because you were that far and refused to be stupid and get closer. However, when you could vaguely make out the shape of multiple coffins on shelves, their top lids discarded off to the side revealing empty insides, it felt as if your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach.

Suddenly, you felt a foreign sensation grasping onto your hand. Screaming, you instinctively swung blindly with the thick book, until you heard a groan and a crack! Behind you was a figure dressed in black, their hand was nothing but bone, and their head–– Oh, their head looked normal with messy redish hair and an odd heart-shaped scar on their cheek, but their skull literally came unattached and went rolling into the bushes due to the force behind your hit. Much to your horror, the body grasped at nothing and moved towards the detached head. From the bushes, you heard a voice, presumably from the head yelling, “Ow! What the hell was that for? I was trying to talk to you! Wait… what am I saying ow for? That didn’t even hurt!”

What… What was that? Why was there a person with a skeletal hand and without a head, talking and moving as if normal? As you turned around to make a dash for the exit at the graveyard gates, you immediately came face to face with another macabre-like figure. This one had a dark blue shade of hair and there was a spade-shaped scar on his left eye.

When he raised his hand towards you, you instinctively raised the book to defend yourself, and his eyes widened as he began, “Wait, I’m not gonna hurt you! Don’t––!”

CRACK!

You swung again, nearly screaming as his head rolled off just like the first’s did. And just like the first, his head went rolling into the bushes with his walking headless body quickly following. Much to your horror, you could still hear their voices. The heads were bickering with each other, as their bodies rummaged through the bushes to find their missing piece.

With no obstacles in your way anymore, you ran for the gate while the two were busy. The gates were so close, just within reach––! Until a third figure appeared in front of the exit, blocking your path. This one looked similar to the others, but with orange hair brushing against his shoulders and a diamond-shaped scar below his eye. When you moved, so did he, both of you stuck in an awkward and scary tango as he blocked your path each time. “Hold on! Stop, just chill for a second!” How could you chill when you noticed one of his arms was completely devoid of flesh?!

“Look, we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. It’s okay. We would never hurt you.” Another one? The fourth one had short dark-green hair and a clover-shaped scar. He spoke softly and mustered an awkward smile, but what unnerved you was his eye. The eye just above his scar, suddenly popped out of his skull before he hurriedly squeezed it back in place and adjusted his glasses. Noticing your alarmed reaction, he instantly apologized, “Sorry––”

Behind him, you noticed a shorter fifth figure with rose red hair. Oh god, there were five? Was this the new walking dead? Wait… five? Like the five names on the mausoleums…? The fifth… wasn’t all that scary. Yes, he looked like the others, like walking corpses, but he approached slowly and carefully while cradling the bouquet of roses. He stopped a good distance away, but he merely stared at you before smiling and bowing his head, “Thank you for the flowers, they’re lovely. I never expected my–– I mean, our, first offerings in quite some time, to be from the lone soul that would summon us.”

Well that happened. You somehow raised the dead (at least five of them) through the ritual and now they’re claiming that you’re the lone soul that they’re swearing eternal loyalty to? Who knew knick knacks from the dollar store would be enough to appease these hundred of years old walking corpses? They may look kinda scary with how some of their limbs are missing flesh and parts of their bodies have exposed bone but at least their faces and heads are fully attached… for the most part. And they’re actually fairly nice and have gotten attached to you quickly. There’s no getting rid of them, no ritual to put them back to their eternal rest. So what now?

Ace Trappola

Despite being from hundreds of years ago, Ace could fit in surprisingly well in this day and age if it weren’t for little details about his appearance. It was a shame that he died so early on, but he doesn’t mind because he met you. Besides, death wasn’t so bad, it just felt like he took the fattest nap ever known to man.

Right over his right eye, it looked like someone had used a knife to carve the shape of a heart. Additionally, he was missing flesh over the left side of his torso which revealed his bare rib cage that was completely hollow, and part of his ankles (almost always hidden by socks and shoes) were nothing but bone as well.

Along with Cater, he’s quick to get used to the new environment. Also the first to realize that these aren’t little monsters running around, they’re just plain old kids in costumes! How old must they be to have no idea that kids dress up on Halloween? You have no idea, and when you ask Ace merely grins and avoids the question. These fog machines and scary ani-ma-tron-ics are pretty cool!

The playing cards were one of the things he recognized despite the time that has gone by, which is why he appreciated the offering. That, and the ace card has a heart just like his scar. Anyways, sure, the cards may look different, but they’re still cards used for games and tricks. Oh, and speaking of tricks.

Trick-or-treat? Trick, always. Ace is one of the more mischievous ones, he thinks it’s funny to scare the kids passing by. And it is scary, because they think his wounds and bones are so realistic. Oh, it’s real, but they don’t need to know that. Not just that, but he will steal candy from unsuspecting kids. Even better if they get so scared they run and drop their goodie bags. More for him!

He won’t lie, you meeting him for the first time could’ve gone much better. He was just so excited. He woke up feeling energized, arising from his coffin as he heard you recite from the book. Of course he probably should’ve guessed you’d freak out at the sight of him. Part of his body probably rotted during his slumber.

Ace knew this would’ve happened eventually, someone was going to wake him up, they had to. The curse placed on him and his friends prophesied that only a lone soul would bring them back among the living, where perhaps they might actually be able to live like normal to make up for their life that was taken. In exchange for another opportunity, they would be bonded to the lone soul. Well the ritual with the bond must’ve worked rapidly, what else could explain this intense desire to be in your company, making you laugh and simply doing some antics with you? And it was only night one. These desires may increase as each night passes.

Later on in the night if some of those annoying guys try to scare you, he’s immediately snapping back in reply. Hey! Only he can scare you! Don’t worry, he won’t lash out physically into violence. That’s more of the others in the group’s thing. He did imagine burying those jerks alive, but he won’t be doing that… at least for now.

Deuce Spade

Deuce has a harder time adjusting, at times he sticks out like a sore thumb but by emulating others he’s getting better. It’s honestly such a jarring experience. Everything he once knew is now gone, time went on, things changed, but he feels a bit better knowing you’ll be here throughout everything from here on out.

On the corner of his left eye, there was a fairly large scar in the shape of a spade. Over his cheek, from one edge of his lips to his jaw, there was a hole in his flesh that revealed part of his teeth and jaw bone. Even one of his hands was completely devoid of any flesh, which was mostly covered by his black gloves.

At first, Deuce is majorly freaked out by all the changes. Why are all the lights no longer candles but glowing glass? Why are there little monsters running everywhere carrying bags of candy? Is that a giant version of the offering you gave him?! That looks amazing! He wants a closer look! Do you realize how much better this is being with you experiencing all these new things, instead of sleeping?

He honestly had no idea what his offering was supposed to be. It looked like a toy of some kind, but he was nonetheless grateful. So imagine his shock when he saw these box-shaped mechanisms and mo-tor-cyles that looked like his offering. He was entranced. When you ask what if he gets injured on a motorcycle, he confidently assured that he could easily put himself back together even if he was nothing but pieces!

Trick-or-treat? Treat! He’s just copying what you, Riddle, and Trey are doing. Besides, now that he has a second chance at life, he wants to be better! Which is why he refuses to actively try and scare the children, but they’re still frightened. Even as he tried to reassure them and offer candy, the kids broke out crying at what the parents accompanying them complimented as amazing makeup. He just wanted to help out, not be scary…

That meeting was, uh… embarrassing. He can’t believe you saw his head roll off within the first five seconds of seeing each other! Maybe he should’ve learned from Ace’s mistakes and kept his distance so you wouldn’t panic, but he was eager to introduce himself! Ah, don’t worry, his bones and scars won’t get in the way this time!

There’s moments he recalls his life before he died. He didn’t have much. Hell, it was probably his own incompetence and recklessness that led to his death, but then he rememberes who he left behind. His mother. Surely she grieved over her lost son, he ended up a disappointment and made her cry. But he wondered if… she’d be happy knowing he had another chance, that he found someone to dedicate himself to and he was diligently improving his behavior. Would that let her rest in peace and would he be able to move on with a new purpose? He wouldn’t throw away this second chance, he’ll make up for his past mistakes and protect you to the death!

No matter how much he tries, he cannot hide his sometimes brash impulsive behavior. He may lash out, especially if someone’s being rude to you or trying to scare you. But, it’s easy to stop him with a simple scolding. However, there are times where you may fail to notice he’s secretly taken action. Where did he get a shovel from? And why does it have blood on it? Deuce says it’s a prop, but you’re not really convinced when you notice fresh mud on his boots.

Cater Diamond

Like Ace, Cater fits in surprisingly well. He catches on the fastest to slang, able to ease swiftly from the old speech to the more modern dialect. Isn’t this great? He fits right in! Well… almost. If it weren't for the state of his body, then he would fit in perfectly. But, there’s nothing like a little makeup and adjustment of his clothes that can’t fix that.

Under his left eye, there’s a small diamond-shaped scar engraved in his flesh. If you pushed up the sleeve of his black outfit, you could see that on one of his arms, from his shoulder to the tip of his fingers, the limb was completely devoid of flesh. What happened to him to lose so much skin? He won’t say, he’ll always distract you with a story from his previous life if you try to bring it up.

These new devices of the time are so interesting! This cute little magical electric box you always carry around is his favorite! And all these little kids running around dressed to the nines in silly costumes? Fun! He never expected old Hallow’s Eve to end up like this. He likes the holiday way better now. It used to just be a pagan time for festivals, now it’s such an exciting night! He can’t wait to learn more about the traditions from you.

Your offering was too good! Really, he hated sweets and wasn’t extremely fond of bland food, but when you left this magical cup, he wasn’t really sure what to expect. After everything, you showed him how to prepare it. When he saw you’re just supposed to fill it with water and mix to get a spicy and delightful meal? He was floored! This was by far, the best offering he got! Eagerly he slurped up the spicy noodles, despite not needing food for his body to function.

Trick-or-treat? Trick, obviously! He is not about the treat, honestly. Which is why if he won’t playfully scare a kid or get them to laugh, he’ll give them a treat… of spicy ramen noodles! Yeah, that’s right. He’s not giving out candy, he’s giving them a small plastic cup of noodles from the packet you had stored in the pantry. Guess he didn’t quite get the memo that usually treat meant candy, but he’s got the spirit.

You whacked the head off Ace and Deuce, but Cater was smarter than to just get so close after he saw what happened to them. Even if he did want to get as close as possible to you. Just… don’t look too long at the broken parts of his body. He won’t say it aloud but he is a bit… self-conscious about it, more so than the others. But if you push past the black veil of his hat and sincerely compliment him, despite his current appearance, he’ll melt and be much clingier.

To be honest, he was frightened at the time of his death. He was nearly certain that no one would come for him, no one would bring him back, why would they when there were others? How could he be sure there was even someone destined to bring him back? He’d be left to rot for eternity… So imagine his pure shock, his disbelief, when he awoke in a coffin. And what was that voice outside these stone walls…? He needed to get out of here, he needed to see if this was real. When he reached the outside, and saw your living breathing form, well… Part of him was worried this was some cruel dream. Can the dead even dream?

Ah, don’t worry about him! His biggest crime is making a kid or two cry by scaring them. Most of the time he ends up being able to make them laugh and smile though. Just hope that no one tries to egg your house or do any other prank like that. Because he might just do more than merely make them cry from fear.

Trey Clover

Trey fits in well which is a bit unexpected? Not because he’s good with learning about the new environment, but because most people assume he’s a good and decent living guy by his behavior. Which is a good thing, because it means he can stay beside you with no issue, right?

He happens to be the most “normal” looking. He isn’t missing flesh, but he does have a small clover shaped scar right under his right eye. However, his eye isn’t connected properly to his skull, causing it to pop out at times. There is no blood, it just pops out and goes right back in, often caught by his glasses. He gets embarrassed whenever you see it happen.

At first the children in their costumes surprised him, before he quickly figured out they were kids. The huge selection of candies on the shelves and baked goods in display windows from this time period amazed him! For a moment he even mistook firefighters as witch hunters because of their black robes and axes that could be used to chop wood to burn witches and other unholy beings such as themselves! Just a short explanation from you was enough to get him to understand and calm his uneasiness.

A baked treat, a fitting offering for the son of a baker. He’d never seen a cupcake so… colorful. It looked normal with white frosting, but it had rainbow sprinkles and glittering wrappings. It was delightfully sweet, not too sugary but not lacking either. He compliments your baking skill, but you don’t tell him it’s a cheap store-bought good.

Trick-or-treat? Treat! Trey seems to enjoy handing out candy to the children, and he seems like the only one they aren’t scared of! He’s another one that doesn’t quite get that treats usually means just candy, since he wanted to give each trick-or-treater a cupcake he baked himself! How’d he even learn to use the oven that quickly? You have no idea. But it seems like his new favorite thing.

Really, of all times for his eye to fall out, it had to be right as he met you? That was a bit humiliating… Well, he had plenty of time to paint a better picture of himself in your mind, since he could tell that their somewhat grotesque appearance frightened you. But first thing’s first, they had to get you to stop screaming.

It all went black at his death. It felt like it had only been one night when he then awoke in the mausoleum. He could hear a voice past the stone walls, followed by a commotion and a scream. The scream sent a chill up his spine, forcing him to hurry his pace. There was the setting sun and moon, nearly blinding him as he stepped out for the first time in centuries, but you, you were like the light at the end of the tunnel. That’s when he recalled the prophecy. So it was you. It was no wonder he felt the urgent need to come to your rescue when he heard your scream, because you had already bound him to your soul. But there was nothing to rescue you from, as he can tell from Ace and Deuce who quite literally lost their heads. He’d help convince you that they mean no harm.

Trey is the least likely to ever be violent, but he does tend to fret a lot over your health. You don’t want to become like him, do you? He always means well, so there’s never any need to worry about his intentions. Of course, he’ll never say it, but he doesn’t care nearly as much for anyone that isn’t you or those he died alongside. But he’ll stop the other four dead men so that they’re not creating trouble for you.

Riddle Rosehearts

Oh, Riddle… At first he had a difficult time adjusting as well, many things appalled him or shocked him to his core. But, with a few words from you, he was quickly able to act the part of fitting in. The prophecy has been done, he lives once again alongside four other dead. Now, just as it was foretold, he was bonded to a lone soul, you, which he’ll gladly serve for eternity, and not even death can keep you apart from them!

Like Trey, his injuries are not clearly visible. However, under his shirt right over his heart, is a crude scar shaped like a rose. The lines were so intricate to create the design, and his flesh had been stitched together. He won’t speak about it much, but the others say the scar is there because the killer cut the tortuous rose scar into his flesh, tore out that part of skin, and ripped his heart out.

What was this black river outside the cemetery gates? What? It’s firm as stone! You say this is a road? What are all these little hobgoblins running around? Weren’t they supposed to be in the living world, not in hell? They’re just children in costumes? That’s ridiculous! The world has changed so much… Tell him, if he may ask you, what is the year? For how long have they slept in their coffins?

There were so many things to learn, so many changes, but what didn’t change? Flowers. Flowers still existed. Oh, he recalled his former life, tending to the garden and smelling the flowers. It was bitter sweet, as he recalled the very rose scar over his heart. He’s certain that flowers decorated his coffin at his funeral as well. And these roses… they were from you, they brought back many memories, but he’ll treasure this gift nonetheless.

Trick-or-treat? Why, treat, of course! Riddle follows your instructions perfectly, only giving candy to those children that ring the doorbell and say the words trick-or-treat. And to each child, he’s giving an equal amount of candy. Even the buckets storing the sweets have been organized meticulously by flavor and color. He takes this job seriously–– You three, Ace, Deuce, Cater! Quit terrorizing the children at once!!

Riddle felt a sense of calm. Of course anyone should’ve been confused after waking up in a coffin, but Riddle immediately knew what was happening. Someone had fulfilled the prophecy, of course. It was why he was able to walk out of the mausoleum and notice the offering left under his name.

The roses smelled so sweet, and their red color was such a contrast to the dreary dark and dullness of the graveyard around them. Cradling the bouquet gently, his eyes caught sight of the younger two just beginning to reattach their skulls to their bodies. Not too far away, he saw the other two blocking the exit at the gates. This was it. It was the moment he would properly meet the lone soul who he was now bonded to. He could practically feel the stitches above where his heart would be, magically tugging him forward closer and closer to your form. This time, he will make the most of this second chance, and he’ll have you at his side to carry out your commands.

Rosehearts never causes mischief or trouble or unnecessary conflicts. He keeps the other four in line and helps them blend in more with the living crowd. You can trust in him, he will prevent the others from doing anything they shouldn’t be doing… Is what he says, but you can’t be sure. Well, as long as you’re around to calm him, everything will be alright. As long as you do not leave him, no one will have to face the wrath of the walking dead.

Afterwards...

Say, why not go to the land of the dead with them? Because of the prophecy and curse, they never were allowed there but maybe now they would be permitted. Don’t worry about the small details, you may be living still but that shouldn’t be a problem! The land of the dead isn’t that bad from what they’ve heard. There was something deep in their bones, an emptiness as they slept, a longing that they’ve ever known. That unknown emptiness was only filled by you, their lone soul.

Sure, it may be dark and there is no sunlight, but it’s quite lively considering it’s full of dead people. Besides, you’ll have them at their side! What harm can come to you when they are there? You won’t have to worry about the problems from your living life, not when you’re residing down in the land of the dead with them.

It may be frightening at first to see all these grotesque skeletal figures walking about, but a simple bit of adjusting just as you taught them how to get used to the changes of the living world, will get you used to the land of the dead.

Hm, what’s this? You don’t want to? Well, they aren’t entirely opposed to it, they don’t mind staying in the living world with you either. However, how will you be able to live with five walking corpses? Halloween doesn’t last forever you know, and they can’t constantly excuse their appearance with the holiday costumes. It would be long before they’re insisting you reconsider going with them to the land of the dead. Afterall, you did initiate the ritual, you gave them offerings, you lit candles, you bound them to your soul. The book said, once that vow is made, it shall seal the soul’s fate.

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Jonathan Harker saying that he's going to have to contemplate later and make up his mind about what he believes about idolatry and what he had been taught about what's heretical and to use his own judgment was something I didn't expect

It's kind of interesting, actually. His response when first given the crucifix was somewhat mild:

She then rose and dried her eyes, and taking a crucifix from her neck offered it to me. I did not know what to do, for, as an English Churchman, I have been taught to regard such things as in some measure idolatrous, and yet it seemed so ungracious to refuse an old lady meaning so well and in such a state of mind.

It feels not so much that he's deeply opposed himself, exactly. Just that this is what he has been taught as an English Churchman. And even then, it's only in some measure idolatrous, not totally. So right from the start it seems almost like something he hasn't really had opportunity to form an independent/strong opinion on before now, so much as something he's just been told and didn't particularly question.

But the gift was so kind and she obviously cared so much about him taking it that he accepted. Even more, she and the rest definitely got to him a bit, and so Jonathan continuing to wear the crucifix was not only out of respect for her feelings (he could have taken it off and just kept it with him if his only consideration were not offending her), but also because a part of him is already perhaps wondering if it will be helpful. At the very least, he is drawing some amount of comfort from it, even if it's just from the thought of the old woman's care that the gift reminds him of. He must be, because he's still wearing it around his neck while shaving several days later. We know Jonathan shaves every day, so it seems clear that he has a routine of daily ablutions (quite aside from the character notes of him being on an Important Professional Business Trip and probably wanting to look his best). I highly doubt he could have just forgotten he had it on. Continuing to wear it that long was a deliberate choice, even before it tangibly helps him out. And then comes that bit you're talking about:

What meant the giving of the crucifix, of the garlic, of the wild rose, of the mountain ash? Bless that good, good woman who hung the crucifix round my neck! for it is a comfort and a strength to me whenever I touch it. It is odd that a thing which I have been taught to regard with disfavour and as idolatrous should in a time of loneliness and trouble be of help. Is it that there is something in the essence of the thing itself, or that it is a medium, a tangible help, in conveying memories of sympathy and comfort? Some time, if it may be, I must examine this matter and try to make up my mind about it.

The crucifix makes Jonathan feel comforted and strengthened whenever he touches it. Both could stem from the circumstances in which it was given and when he saw it protect him already. He feels comforted/stronger because it is a form of protection, something of which he has very few in his current situation. Or maybe it's comforting/strengthening because of the tangible reminder that as alone as he is currently, there are still people out there who care about him and want/tried to protect him. Both of those options would be purely emotional placebo effects.

But Jonathan wonders if there is a literal benefit to it as well. If there is some kind of holy essence in fact, which has positive effect on him as well as negative ones on Dracula. He has after all already observed the latter. In considering this option, he is showing a willingness to reevaluate what he has been taught and possibly make his own judgement contrary to his prior beliefs about idolatry.

I'm not going to get into spoilers in this reply, but a decision Jonathan later makes about the crucifix, as well as some later statements about souls/God, seem relevant here. It kind of makes me wonder if Jonathan has viewed his religion mostly as a sort of given, natural state. It's something into which he was educated/raised, it is an identity (English Churchman) that he has accepted as natural but not truly spent a lot of time thinking hard about before. His time here in the castle immediately challenges some of the beliefs that go along with it, and as we progress through the book Jonathan's relationship with religion gets deeper and more complex (both in more-sincerely-religious-than-default and more-contrary-to-his-teachings/blasphemous ways).

#dracula daily #jonathan harker #anonymous #replies #i really don't have enough knowledge about the intricacies of religion to go fully in-depth on what this means for him #and there are later scenes i kind of want to consider the buildup towards/introduction of with this in mind before getting too into them #at least for now #but yeah...

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Reading mha fanfics and I gotta say some of yall don't really understand why all might refused midoriya at first and how aizawa would have done the same. I come across too many fics that bash all might for what he said and make aizawa someone who would have accepted midoriya. Let's get this straight:

We are told in the very first line of mha that people aren't created equal. This isn't a story about how you can still make it in a very dangerous field without having powers feel good type of story. It's about unfairness. It's about the reality that there will be things that are too dangerous for you if you don't process certain traits or skills. Going up against ppl with powerful quirks as someone without one is the number 1 way to die or become a victim that then needs saving.

This is what aizawa drills into midoriya's head the first time he meets him. So why would this man tell a quirkless midoriya that he can be a hero? He's realistic and blunt. He would tell him that he wouldn't get very far. He would have said the same thing all might said. All might even tells midoriya that there are other ways to be heroes and he isn't wrong!

After the sludge villain incident, all might changes his mind because he says a hero's soul in midoriya. Aizawa? He would be wary. He would also see that midoriya has a hero's heart but you know what happens in the incident? He helps bakugo and becomes someone who also needs to be saved. This is the exact thing aizawa warns midoriya about. He would acknowledge that izuku is a hero but reckless. He might even admit that izuku is someone who will continue getting intro trouble by throwing himself into fights to help people but recognize that it would get him killed. Would he then offer training to him? Idk. Realistically? Probably not but maybe he would have a word with inko about her sons recklessness.

I also see inko being made to look bad by not encouraging izuku's dream. What mother would encourage her child's dangerous dream?? Izuku is already a target for being quirkless, imagine he goes up against literal villains? The fact that she wanted to pull him from UA is realistic and understandable. This is her child who has had countless near death experiences, who's now a target!

All that to say is that horikoshi writes his adults as responsible (to a degree) yet fanon makes them irresponsible. None of these 3 in good conscience would have sent izuku to his guaranteed death. And I need yall to understand this cuz not all of you tag your inko or all might bashing in ur fics and too many of yall get aizawa wrong.

Also last thing I wanna mention is that I know there are fics where izuku becomes a quirkless hero. Those are fun! And I would understand his discontent against the adults in his life for not supporting him but fans need to understand it and adults izuku would def understand it given, like I said, his first words are: not everyone is created equal. So make your batman/fanon tim drake type midoriya izuku fics but keep canon characterizations in mind or please please tag properly 🙏

#mha #bnha #mha fanfic #bnha fanfic #midoriya izuku #midoriya inko #all might #toshinori yagi #shoto aizawa #mha characterization #mha analysis #i guess?#idk how to tag this here #mha critical #bnha critical

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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 3]

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1131

“Do you want something to drink?” It was the first thought that came to mind, and it had slipped seamlessly from your lips. A familiarity of what you once were taught by your mother. “Water? Lemonade?” It’s been a while since you’ve welcomed someone into your house. Hospitality escaping your trembling figure as it's been too long.

“Water’s fine,” It was painfully obvious he was uncomfortable. Probably believing, before making his way onto your doorstep, that he wouldn’t make it this far. That you would’ve closed the door in his face and left him to face his demons alone. “Thank you.” He offered a small awkward smile.

You grabbed the pitcher and poured water, cool as a cucumber, into one of the wooden cups you’ve collected throughout your travels. Placing the cup in front of him, you took a seat on your couch, waiting for him to start the conversation.

You let him in, and it terrified you. You’ve never done that before, and you know how it ends. Him six feet under and you continue to live with another broken heart. You hated your heart and how easily it accepts people. You were unfit to be an immortal. You were too gentle and loving. Every attachment you’ve made left you more broken than the last. You isolated yourself to protect your already shattered heart. It seems your attempts were futile. Your past just walked right in.

Bucky was silent. Probably not knowing how to even start the conversation. He was broken and bruised by the world he sought to protect. Getting nothing in return but torture and hatred. When the words finally arrived, he took another sip of his water, gathering enough courage to start, and said, “Thank you for letting me in.”

Those were not the words you were expecting to hear. His words were startling as they were gentle. He truly was thankful. He’s been shut out for so long, he expected everyone to treat him the same. An unlucky fool and mindless Hydra tool.

You’ve seen the way the government had portrayed him. A man capable of acting on his own accords however, it was further from the truth. He was a war victim. A captured soldier. A man who lost his life and soul to a heartless organization. The man sitting before you was attempting to regain his life back. Without his family or his longtime friend. They were gone and he was here.

“I was lonely.” You confessed. This man had faced many lies in the past. He deserved the truth. “That’s why I left you in.”

“I-” He began before heaving a long sigh, “I just wanted to ask a few questions. My mind has been scattered. I don’t know what is real or what I’ve imagined. I recognized you. We’ve met before.” He was reaffirming what he knew. His reason for coming here. “Can you tell me? If it was real or not?”

“Okay.” You agreed. His mind might not be all there, the part of him that was Bucky Barnes from the ‘40s, it’s fragmented throughout his subconscious. You could only help with that one day. You were not Steve. You didn’t know him like Steve.

“Steve tried to help you and you tried to help Steve. True or false?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. He might not have known he was doing it, but it painfully struck your heartstrings. Damn your gentle heart.

“True.” Steve always wanted to be a hero. You’d gathered as much from the short time you’ve spent together. Only to be reaffirmed when he fought in the war.

“You were in the alleyway?” He asked before clarifying, “Behind the movie theater?”

“True.” His mind is surprisingly more intact than you’ve previously thought. It was a miracle he didn’t suffer from something more permanent. Would it be called luck? Was it lucky to be caught by the enemy? He was alive but at what cost? His freedom? His body? Was it worth living?

“You were...” He thought for a moment, “Hitting a man with a pipe?”

You shook your head, “False. I didn’t have a weapon. Only had my fist.” Could dreams slip into his memory or alter it in any way. Could it be a normal phenomenon of misremembering a memory. “You remember me with a pipe?”

“I thought so.” He muttered quietly, “It’s muddled. Almost too fuzzy to comprehend.” He was scared his memory was fading into fantasy. An imaginary scenario born out of the dreams he had during his involuntary cryosleep. It seemed dreams and memories collided together when he woke up. Leaving him questions rather than the answers he hoped to find.

“Do you remember what happened afterwards?” You asked. Did he remember everything that happened that night?

“No...” He went quiet for a moment, “I don’t know.” He was trembling. He placed the empty cup onto your table, not trusting himself to not crush it, and fear laced face. You didn’t want to make sudden movements, worried of startling the man and making him feel worse, you chose to speak.

“Do you want me to tell you the rest?” You asked patiently, “You can fill in the rest with what you remember.” He gave you a small nod, still shaking and still terrified. Words seemed stuck in his mind.

You spoke slowly, in case he wanted to speak, “You heard the commotion and saved the day with your fist. It didn’t take you long to finish the fight. You made sure Steve, and I were alright before you started to flirt with me.” You paused, waiting to see if he would interject, “You were charming, a well-practiced lady’s man, you swept me off my feet.”

“We went to an ice-cream stand.” He cautiously added, “I ordered vanilla and you ordered...”

You helped him, “a Nutty Buddy cone.”

“Right.” He stared at the wall, waiting for you to continue the story.

“We spent the day exploring New York City together. I told you it was my first time, and you were determined to show me all the cool spots before we’d part ways.” It was an amazing adventure packed in a day. It was still one of the best days of your life.

“We went dancing?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded, “We danced all night long. We were dead on our feet, but you still walked me home. Like the gentleman you are.”

“I waited for you to go inside.” He stated. That part of the memory was blurry. He couldn’t remember the building, but he knew he waited till you locked the door. He recalled the sensation of being alive coiled in his fatigue. He’s always been a lady’s man, but it felt different when he spent the day with you.

#Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #self-insert #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier imagine #Immortal!Reader #Winter Soldier #marvel one shot #Steve Rogers

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thank-barbatos · 2 years

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That’s a unique ring!

Venti x Reader

Authors note: This is just a small little idea I had that wouldn’t leave my head until it got written, so here it is!

The sun shone down brightly, and a soft breeze surrounded you as you closed your eyes and breathed in the fresh air. You could hear the sounds of nature, leaves were blowing, birds were chirping; and with the natural sounds of the world you could also hear the sounds of a lyre being played right next to you. Your eyes opened as you looked over at the companion who was sitting next to you, on his face a serene expression as he continued to play the soft melody. His signature hat was for once, off of his head and his hair was being gently tousled by the wind. He was oblivious to the loving stare that was plastered on your face as you continued to watch him.

You glanced away from him, and once again took in the scenery in front of you; on the cliff you could see the vast ocean that stretched out to the horizon, and if you turned your head, you could see Mondstadt. The views were stunning, sure, but nothing captivated you better than the bard next to you. Everything about him was simply mesmerizing, and quite frankly, you could probably stare at him for an entire day and still manage to convince yourself that it was a productive day. You looked back over at him, your eyes drinking up every last detail; from the way his hands strummed the lyre to the way that he was flopped down and leaning against the same giant rock that you were.

He seemed to be satisfied with his newest song which was a work in progress, because he let his lyre fade away into the wind as he picked up an apple in the basket between the two of you and bit into the sweet fruit. A hum of satisfaction left him, as he continued to eat his most favourite fruit. Every moment you spent with him, big or small, serious or lighthearted, day or night, you reflected on how lucky you were to be with him. Most people might see him as some silly drunkard; but you know he’s more than that. So much more. He’s someone who has a story of his own; one that he had opened up about and shared with you. He’s had a lot of painful things in his past; so many of those whom he cared about who are no longer here with him. But in spite of that, he’s also so kind and giving; he’s still able to be playful and yet none of that diminishes how truly smart he is. He’s so in-tune with you and the others around you, his empathy allowing him to help others when he feels they need it most.

You felt your heart soar and vowed to yourself that you would be by his side for as long as the universe would allow you to.

“You seem to be staring at me a lot today, care to exchange a bite of this apple for a clue as to what you’re thinking about?” He asked as he held the apple he was eating out to you. You laughed a bit, and took a bite out of his apple, accepting his offer.

“To put it simply…” You paused, thinking of how to phrase what you wanted, before the first words to enter your mind were blurted out; “I’d like to ask you to marry me and spend forever with me.”

A small pause came between the two of you before your mind finally processed what you said and your cheeks flushed quickly in the shade of a rose. You dared to glance at him to see his reaction. His lips were parted, and it was clear that your words had caught him off guard. Before you could say anything else he quickly gave you an answer,

“Yes.”

Now it was your turn to let your mouth gape as you processed his words.

“I’ll marry you. I’d like to spend forever with you too. It’s… been on my mind you know, proposing to you. But it looks like you beat me to it.” He giggled and leaned in to press a small kiss on your cheek. A grin of your own broke out on your face as you pulled him into a hug and laughed, you peppered his face with kisses, joy filled your soul.

“I will ask though…” He said with a teasing grin as he pulled away a bit, “Where’s the ring? Don’t most people who propose have one ready?” He asked.

You gasped and looked around, “A ring? I haven’t… bought one; this proposal was a bit on the spot- ah, but it was genuine, I swear!” You panicked as you started to look around for a ring substitute.

A laugh escaped his mouth once again before he brushed it off, “That’s okay, when we get back in town we can pick rings out for each other! I think that’ll be a cute activity for when we get back! Oh, I bet I could write a song about you proposing to me too! There sat a woman and a man, she spoke her thoughts without a plan, merriment filled the air, together they were the perfect pair-”

As Venti continued to ramble, your eyes landed on something as an idea popped up in your head, you reached over and plucked a dandelion from the ground. You tied the stems up so it would get smaller and smaller, and eventually closed the loop together. You picked up his hand and slid the dandelion ring onto his finger. You smiled proudly at your handy-work, and your action seems to have cut him off from his talking. He stared down at the “ring” that rested comfortably on his ring finger for a few seconds before laughing.

“I see! So you did have a ring after all! It’s a pretty unique one, one-of-a-kind, I can tell! Still, I gotta say windblume, this ring is quite perishable isn’t it?”

A laugh of your own escaped your lips, “That ring is about as on the spot as the proposal was. Still, I wanted to make this day more memorable somehow. So maybe my clumsy handiwork will make it more special for you. Still; we’ll definitely have to get an actual ring once we’re back in Mondstadt!”

His lips shaped into a soft and affectionate smile, his hands reached over and held both of your own, “Each day I’m with you is special and memorable to me. I hold all of our memories together dear to my heart. I love you so much, and I’m really thankful that you chose me at first to be your boyfriend, now your fiancé, and in the future, your husband.” He leaned in and sealed your lips into a kiss with his own. You hummed in satisfaction and closed your eyes in bliss.

“No matter how many universes out there exist, I would always choose you each and every single time.” You spoke as you leaned your forehead onto his own and gazed lovingly into his eyes.

“And I, in every universe, would choose you too, windblume.”

#venti x reader #venti #venti genshin #genshin venti #venti/reader #ventixreader #barbatos #barbatos x reader #fluff #i love him so much #this is so soft #i wanna marry him #Genshin #genshin impact #venti genshin impact #genshin impact venti #thank barbatos

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itwasthereaminuteago · 8 months

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|| Lighthouse ||

Frank Castle & Matt Murdock, ft. season 3 depressed!suicidal!Matt.

1 of ?

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The line keeps ringing out, echoing through his skull like a death knell. He's not sure if the number is even still in use, but he had to take a shot. Just before he's about to give in and hang up, there's a soft click as the call is answered.

He says nothing yet, just waits.

Finally, there's a resigned sigh on the other end.

"Red." Frank says. Thankfully the nickname he'd given him was ambiguous enough that if anyone else had picked up they wouldn't know who was calling and for whom.

"How'd you know?"

Frank wasn't quite sure how to process how he felt when he heard that voice come back at him through the line. There’s a dry lump in his throat he didn't expect that he has to swallow down before he speaks.

"That you were alive?" he replies, "You ain't the only one with friends in the church, kid."

"Can't even trust a nun to keep a secret it seems…" Matt scoffs. "So, I guess you heard…"

"About Midland Circle? Yeah, I heard."

Frank isn't sure he fully believes that Red's sai-wielding woman had truly come back in a second life with some sorta ninja-magic or whatever, but he knew enough that things hadn't ended well after that and he wasn't going to tread over the subject. He knew the guy would be hurting, and not just from having a wholeass building come down on top of him.

He more than knew how losing someone you cared about ripped away part of your soul. Hell, maybe that's why he had called in the first place.

"Don't think this city's ever gonna get rid of us." He adds. They've both had more than nine lives between them, Frank didn't dwell on the fact that he'd been hellishly lucky so far.

"So you're here, then." Matt deduces, and Frank grumbles in response, annoyed that he managed to give himself away without actually realising. He was too focused on keeping him on the line, keeping him talking at least, if not open.

"Guess so. As I said, can't keep me away."

"What is it you want, Frank?" Matt snaps, the devil's edge suddenly ringing clear in his tone.

Frank clicks his tongue. "Look, I know you don't just shake off something like that so easy, and another thing I know s'that you need people around you afterwards, good people."

"Are you good people, Frank?"

He can't help the scoffing sound he makes at that. "Don't do that. You know who I mean. Don't push those friends of yours away when ya really need em."

There's a frustrated sigh. "When I care about people, they get hurt. It's best for everyone if I stay away."

"Yeah, that's what I reckoned too but we both know that ain't true, Red, don't we?"

Silence. That isn't good. Maybe he's pushed too hard too soon.

Just as Frank's about to bare more of himself than he's ever shared with anyone since his family had-

"I wonder what the point is anymore. Every time I've tried to help clean this place up it just spits back in my face." There's a beat before Matt continues. "Maybe… maybe it's just time I stop trying."

It worries Frank that there’s something different about the tone of his voice, it’s void of… something. The kid sounds defeated, empty. This was all balancing on the knife's edge. Frank knew Matt was at a place where he could go either way, easily give him a 'fuck you', hang up, and probably end up dead in a dumpster somewhere, or he could use Frank, take his 'friendly' ear if he wanted it.

“It’s a purpose, keeps you goin’ y’know? You need that. Fuck, god knows I do."

"Made your peace with Him, huh?" Matt jabs bitterly, but at least he's still talking.

"Yeah, maybe… I was thinkin' about goin' to church y'know, when there wasn't anywhere else I wanted to turn. Sometimes goin' to the places you'd think you'd never go can give ya some perspective…"

It's an invitation of sorts. Well, as much as Frank feels comfortable offering without saying "hey, d'ya wanna meet up for a beer and cry it out?"

"It's a free country, noone could stop you." Comes the response, the acceptance. Frank takes it.

"Remind me. Clinton, is it?" He knows it is. He's already on his way.

Another weary sigh. "Yeah."

"A'right." Frank says, "See you soon."

#fratt #fratt fic #matt murdock angst #frank castle angst

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w1cked-w1tch · 1 year

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So..... re: fic writers writing Mayuri like some sexless, detached weirdo..... this is gonna be very long and rambling and the Mayuri part will be at the end. I took my Adderall today and my brain is moving a mile a minute thinking about this, buckle up. The entirety of this post is a spoiler.

I'm powerwatching the entirety of the original Bleach series. I'm currently watching the fights between the Captains and Espada. I've been watching 8-10 episodes a day for the last 23 days so everything that's happened thus far is fresh in my mind. This is also one of my absolute favorite parts in the entire series. These opinions are subject to change, especially since I haven't finished watching the series yet. Please feel free to offer a different point of view.

ANYWAY! The Espada that the captains fight are mirrors of themselves in their personalities, their powers, and even somewhat in their aesthetics. The only difference is, said Espada have not learned a very important lesson that said captains HAVE learned.

Kenpachi and Nnoitra are both huge, (literally huge, kenpachi is 6'7" and Nnoitra is 7') cocky brutes who live to fight. They've both got that muscled but incredibly lean body type. (Yes Kenpachi too. He's less than 200lbs despite being almost 7 feet tall.) And of course the long hair, eyepatch, exposed chest, and huge toothy smile. Kenpachi has learned that it doesn't matter what package his opponents skills come in. Man, woman, soul reaper, arrancar, it doesn't matter. He's learned to respect his opponents, and he doesn't let his desire to be the strongest cloud his judgment during battle. He knows that there are people out there who are stronger than him, that there probably always WILL be, and he's accepted it. He knows that he will probably die at the hands of somebody stronger than him someday. He even verbally acknowledges that he may die in this battle. Nnoitra, on the other hand, refuses to accept a woman being stronger than he is. He refuses to really believe ANYBODY could be stronger. He seems to have somewhat of an inferiority complex despite this. Not only does he desire to be the strongest, he's desperate to be the strongest. He's so desperate that he lets his anger cloud his judgment in his fight with Kenpachi. He's not looking for Kenpachis weaknesses, he's just relying on his brute strength and his hierro to get him through the battle. He arrogantly believes that every hit he gets on Kenpachi is one hit away from the finishing blow, even going so far as to turn his back on him when he goes down briefly. Kenpachi, on the other hand, pays careful attention to Nnoitra's skills and continues to adapt during their battle, even using a technique he says he hates. In his arrogance and desperation he ignores Kenpachi's mercy, instead choosing to fight to the death. Arrogance and disregard/underestimation of the enemy will be a theme here.

Byakuya and Zommari are the most different aesthetically. Their personalities are very similar though. They're both very stoic in an arrogant way. Zommari calls Byakuya arrogant several times, and says it disgusts him. He hasn't realized that he's the one who is truly arrogant. Byakuya comes off that way, but its because he knows how strong he is. Byakuya also knows full well that he comes off as arrogant. Zommari doesn't seem to. Zommari's arrogance is what ultimately does him in. During their entire fight Byakuya is analyzing Zommari's power and skill. Zommari fails to do this, his confidence in his own powers clouds his judgement. This brings in another similarity between them. Zommari says at the beginning of the fight that his powers may seem like magic to an outsider. Byakuya, towards the end of the fight, says that he guessed correctly that Zommari's powers are similar to Kido. Kido would probably seem like magic to an outsider and Byakuya is incredibly skilled in kido. Their special flash step skills are similar as well, being so fast that they leave an after image. At the end of the fight Zommari asks Byakuya if he's ever stopped to consider what he's doing, if he's ever thought about the meaning of killing hollows as if it's a natural thing to do, why he thinks he can kill hollows, if soul reapers think they're God's, who gave them the authority to kill hollows, who gave them the authority to protect humans, tells him that nobody has given him those rights and calls him arrogant once again. This further proves that the only person he thinks about is himself. He can only think about himself and his own beliefs to the point that he doesn't even bother to think about his opponents skills in battle. Not to mention that the Gotei 13 was formed to help keep the balance of the world, and killing hollows is part of that. Byakuya tells Zommari that he's not killing him because he's a hollow, he's killing him because he aimed his blade at his only pride and our view switches from him to Rukia. Byakuya has learned how to think about other people and step outside of his beliefs when it's necessary.

Now to the part that sparked this whole essay. Mayuri's and Szayelaporro's aesthetics both incorporate Aposematism, though Szayelaporro really only exhibits that aesthetic in his released form. They've both got the mad scientist thing going on. They're both very cocky. They're both very brilliant. They both largely view other people as subjects to be experimented on. They're both very theatrical. Now, Szayelaporro is definitely more outwardly sexual. He's got that sensual, hedonistic vibe going on. His Zanpakuto shows this as well. The name in the Japanese version being Fornicarás (You Will Fornicate) and in the English version being La Lujuriosa (The Lustful, or One Who Shows Lustfulness). Mayuri isn't anywhere near as outwardly lewd as Szayelaporro. He's much more subtle. Have you noticed the placement of his sword? He wears it between his legs so that it appears phallic. Like a codpiece. This placement doesn't contribute to the intimidation factor of the rest of his get-up, so why do it? Because he's a fucking pervert, that's why. He thinks it's funny. Plus the..... whatever the fuck it is that he does to Nemu to revive her after the fight. Theres also the image we get of him in the 10th opening where he's sitting, legs splayed and holding the hilt of his sword as though it was his dick, and we're looking up at him as though we're about to give him a blow job. And Nemu's outfit? Her body type? Nobody seems to take these things into account. Mayuri created and dressed her that way on purpose. As far as Szayelaporro being a reflection of Mayuri, I suppose the argument could be made that his outward sexuality is part of the reflection that is the bad part of Mayuri. Something Mayuri has overcome that Szayelaporro has not. But I don't think that's the case. It's not touched on at all during the fight. Plus, like I said, whatever weird thing he did AFTER the fight to revive Nemu sounded like he was molesting her. It wouldn't have happened that way if he didn't WANT it to happen that way. He denies it being NSFW, but it's obvious hes being sarcastic for the sake of things being tv friendly. No, Mayuri makes it quite clear what hurdle he has overcome that Szayelaporro has not. The pursuit of perfection.

It's also clear that his downfall was believing he was already perfect, when no such thing exists. His belief in that also making him believe he couldn't be defeated. Unlike Zommari, Szayelaporro does take his opponents skills into consideration. He's got contingencies like Mayuri does. His failing was not having a backup plan for his backup plan because he thinks his Gabriel is enough to save him. Mayuri comes essentially armed to the teeth with contingencies. We've seen his regenerative abilities, his plan z slime get away, Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo's self destruct mechanism, and the way he talks about drugging Nemu's body tells us he's taken into consideration every possible way she could have been attacked or used against him. Szayelaporro had become so self obsessed that he didn't think he needed such things. In thinking he'd reached perfection he didn't think he'd be affected by such things. That was his downfall.

Anyway. All this to say, please for the love of God stop writing Mayuri like he'd be some purely clinical, sterile scientist in bed. Stop writing him like he'd be uninterested in physically participating in his partners pleasure. Stop writing him like he'd be the kind of person who sees no point in sexual urges or sexual pleasure, or like he'd get rid of his own ability to feel those things. He's very obviously a huge pervert and if you think he doesn't have a room full of things he invented for bedroom activities you're so incredibly wrong. We are shown how much of a pervert he is through his own actions, as well as through his reflection in Szayelaporro. Do the man justice, god damn it.

#bleach #mayuri kurotsuchi #szayelaporro granz #kenpachi zaraki #nnoitra gilga #byakuya kuchiki #zommari rureaux #i spent 4 hours rewatching episodes and writing this post lmao #YAY AUTISM

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freedomarrow · 4 months

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“ Oh, there you are, Leonardo! ” Pelleas calls out as he approaches the archer, gift parcel in hand. “ A merry Winter Festival to you. I hope I'm not bothering you or anything, but I have a gift I wanted to give you for the day. ”

And so the wrapped box exchanges hands between the two of them. When Leonardo opens it, inside is revealed to be a collection of books.

“ I remember you said you were considering returning to your family's lands. I don't know if you've made your decision yet but I thought if you were still thinking about it, you might find some use out of these... They're tomes I've found on governing. I had to self-teach myself a lot after Izuka disappeared... ” A veil of gloom eclipses Pelleas's face then, but he tries to speak past it nevertheless. “ So I tried to find texts in Daein's library back then on the subject... see if the kings before me had anything they had left behind. Those were the ones I found most useful. Oh, um, excuse any notes you see in the margins though. Those might be mine. ”

And true to his word, if Leonardo thumbed through some of the pages, something resembling chicken scrawl could be found on the edges of old parchment.

“ I realized eventually to start taking my own notes elsewhere, but some of them still have my handwriting anyway... but the information in there is still good! I can promise you that. I'm, um, here to try and help you if you need. For Daein. But also for your sake too... whatever you decide, Leonardo, I'd like to be of some help if I can manage it. ”

During the days of the Dawn Brigade, opportunities to indulge in gift-giving were few and far between, and even if they did happen, said gifts were small and practical; a new shirt, a quiver of fresh arrows, an extra portion of food, the works. All across Daein, people tried their best to keep at least tiny sparks of joy alive even as they fed themselves mere scraps, and it was thoroughly bittersweet to both watch and be a part of.

But a desperate soul will find a positive twist in just about anything. He has come to understand, over time, that it served to teach him to appreciate even the smallest of things - things that, as he realized, he would be hard-pressed to so much as notice as a "proper noble". After all, the higher above the ground someone sits, the more difficult it becomes to see the details beneath, however beautiful they may be.

And he appreciates them to this day; after all, being remembered meant that someone had to put in extra effort for his sake.

So it surprises him a little when he hears Pelleas' voice calling him, and turns to see the former prince with a box in his hands meant for the archer. The initial mild confusion is steadily replaced by a light smile - he would not want the other to think him ungrateful, after all - and a quiet "thank you" as he accepts the gift. As he hears Pelleas out, he carefully unwraps it, his hand rubbing across the cover of the tome on top.

His expression widens a hint after the Sorcerer finishes talking, staying silent for a moment longer before speaking out himself.

"Thank you, Pelleas." It has taken a while, but he has finally grown to more consistently say the other's name without tripping against the honorific. "I don't mind your notes in the books at all! If anything, they'll probably come in handy..."

Looking up at him, Leonardo continues. "I haven't made the final decision yet, but... They were inviting me to attend their harvest festival recently. It ended up being, well... busy around here, so I wasn't able to go, but..." Sigh. "They've been trying to subtly let me know here and again that they want me to stay, so... I'm considering it more and more."

A huff - not long enough to qualify as a chuckle, but with amusement audible in it nonetheless - escapes him before the blond offers Pelleas a nod, his smile now much warmer than in the beginning.

"... So these will probably come in very handy. Thank you, I appreciate it a lot. I hope you have a good Winter Festival, too."

#pirrhyc #【 i have my orders ⁎ ic 】#【 i grow fond of the faces around me ⁎ ask 】#【 heavy rests the crown not tailored for you; a weight that crushes easily ⁎ support: pelleas 】#((flails hopelessly))#((thank you so much it was so nice to see Pellas in both my muses' inboxes it makes me so warm))

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scorpiongrassfield · 8 months

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Everyone Dies Eventually

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“But. I’m not ready,” Theo pleads.

You can’t blame him. You aren’t ready to accept it either. You start to feel the chill of the woods at your back.

“Of course you’re not,” Pat says, stepping closer to Theo to offer a comforting pat on the back. “That’s why you’re here as a ghost and not… doing whatever it is people that move on do.”

“... You don’t know what happens after?” Theo says, looking up at Pat like he’s hoping they’ll actually have an answer.

Pat shakes their head with a sad smile. “Nope. No one does for sure.”

Theo slumps. “Oh.”

You’re in the woods again, in your flower field. But you can still hear them talking. You aren't even frustrated about it this time. You don't want to have to face all of it.

“But…” Pat continues, “I wouldn’t spend so much time helping ghosts move on if I didn’t believe that whatever’s next is better than being a ghost, y’know.”

Theo doesn’t say anything. You can hear the trickling of the creek in the background.

“So, what sort of unfinished business do you have?” Pat asks.

“I’m not sure,” he says.

The conversation fades out as you walk out of the field. You let it. You don't want to hear it.

This isn’t fair. None of it.

Theo being a ghost was kind of abstract until now.

You knew he was a ghost, but him being dead didn’t seem real. You could still talk to him. Reach out and poke him. Make friends with him.

But he’s already gone. There’s no undoing what happened to him. There’s only one ending to this.

Pat’s going to help Theo move on, and then he’s going to be gone for good.

You’re not sure you’d handle being dead as well as he did. Just thinking about it makes you want to punch something.

If you died like Theo, you’d probably be one of those angry ghosts. You’d haunt the hell out of Courtney for it. You’d make your death everyone’s problem and you’d make sure no one forgot who you were.

You stomp through the thick undergrowth of the woods as you think about it.

You refuse to think about how scary it would be to die. You’re just not going there. Anger is much easier to handle right now.

The lighter has gotten quite hot in your pocket, so you take it out and look at it.

Focusing on the other mysteries at hand might help you calm down a bit. A distraction is what you need.

You figure this lighter is probably at least somewhat important to Pat, custom engraved and all...

They seemed surprised to hear you took Theo’s phone out of here, but you’ve been bringing the lighter back and forth this whole time.

Pat did have a point. It’s a little weird that you’ve been taking physical objects out of what’s supposed to be a dream and or the interior of your soul. Theo’s phone probably shouldn’t have been in there, anyway.

You don’t think Pat knows what the deal with all of this is. You don’t doubt they know a lot about ghosts and how to help them, so you’re sure Theo is in very capable hands right now. But the other weirdness seems like it might be a bit out of their wheelhouse.

Which leaves you for two options if you want answers.

The shadow, who has said it can’t answer your questions but ends up telling you things anyway... And Ametrine, who is dangerous as hell but seems to know exactly what she’s doing.

Who will you ask?

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honeybeewhereartthee · 4 months

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MY DARLING DOLLS 46

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For some reason there's a cult for Kanata now. And man it was something. Through that being said the trip to the beach still continue!

"uwah... The sea... It's calling for me..." Kanata beams as he stares at the beautiful sea. His eyes sparkle at the sight of the glorious blue water yet before he run toward it from his excitement. He stops on his steps and twirl to look at you.

"My dollmaker, shall we play in the water?" Offering his hand to you, you laugh as you accept it. "Sure sure~"

You cannot help but effected by his cheerfulness and skip with him in the sand then proceed to walk onto the water till the water is above your head....he is not swimming nor where you.

"heeellllppppppppp...!" you scream but as you did for the first time --Kanata who have turn into his doll form cause he realize dolls is not supposed to be on water like the sea-- someone already have swim toward you and have taken you out of the water while you held doll Kanata in your arms safely.

Yet you pass out in the idea that you seems to forget how to swim nor did Kanata knew how to swim. Gott it was the second time already.

When you wake up, the young miss on your bedside or the place your sleeping at beside. "Sorry was it you who save me again?" You felt bad cause it's probably bothersome for her. "...will you really not pay attention to me cause I'm not like those things?"

"no. You got it wrong, it's also the fact that I refuse to be in jail." You pointed out that you saw her as a baby. She did not accept it, rather be the deaf at the idea. "I have decided." She stood up smiling and giggling in Trump. "I just have to find a way."

"no your being silly obviously were born in the different timeline..." You reason out but she already ignoring you as she left the room as if going to seek something. You just stared at the door, wondering what type of bad omen you made cause you might have cause more trouble again.

"don't 'worry' about it dollmaker. If she wish for it. I might able to 'give' a hand to it." Kanata voice spoke somewhere in the room. You look around and saw him in his doll form, drying in one of the hanger beside the window.

"you look so silly." You walk toward the drying Kanata and poke his fabric to see if his dry or not. "Should I squeeze the water off you?" You suggested. Since you notice his still drenched.

"Ah... Ok." He nodded his head before you take him off the clip. You carefully squeeze him with little pinch in the limbs and there. He giggle each time.

"there you go." After a minute or two. You look at the semi dry doll who bounce off your hand before transforming back to his human form with fizzy hair as well some marking that almost not visible in your eyes.

"Let me brush your hair for you." You look around for a comb before asking him seat beside the bed as you comb his hair.

"pretty hair..." You mumble as you carefully brush his hair. "Thank you ~ " his happy with your praise. As you brush his hair, you wonder about something. Like that scene from confrontation with crazy mobs.

"how did you know that?" You cannot help but ask. "Ah? Know what?" He turn to look at you.

"The secret of those people.." you made him turn to look at the front again so you can return to brushing his hair.

"their souls is quite loud." He begone. "Loud?" You wonder what he meant by that.

"People souls are honest, they tells all the burden and things they thought as weight off their shoulder to those who can see or hear them.. they become less radiant and fluffy as the life they live takes troll on them." He pokes one of the fluff besides him that rolled around before hitting his face, making him giggle.

You don't understand what he means, nether does the little fellow on your head does. He never heard such bull crap before. But then again, Kanata Shinkai have been full of mystery since long time ago.

"can you do that to me?" You ask nor really serious about it.

"Ah.... I can't.... "

[ wow so his really saying crap.]

"... Because technically your soul is not with you... It's only your body thats here... Frozen by a 'magic' to be 'preserve' the life with a ring that connected to where your soul is.... Is very far yet close. Yet boundary of time is quite a life years afar if you think about it."

He turn to look at you again, look at where you soul supposed to be but sees the soul of ritsu that helps you maintain your form in this time as well. It was very interesting as he hear ritsu words of calling him out being full of mystery.

"that's sound dangerous..." You don't understand much but a body without a soul??? Is that even possible.

"there's many things in the vast universe that's seems impossible. Through anything can be possible it's matter of you believing it's a possibility or you shutting out the idea with knowledge from others... Ah...." He find himself confuse on his own words. That's getting complicated to explain this.

"Ahh... Next question please..it's getting very hard to explain." He would explain more if he know lots of things but he doesn't have all the knowledge in the universe and beyond. He felt depress for not being helpful but you pat his head.

"It's ok. I kind off understand what you mean. Your so smart Kanata ~" you smiles at him., reassuring him he did good. He finally felt his mode lifted and smile at you. He looks so beautiful when his happy.

"ah.... What's that?" You were looking at his face and saw something. You lean closer to look what it is and realize it's... Scales? "Why do you have scales???" You ask as you lean away, Kanata stares at you in daze as he was so close to you just now. Almost no distance....

"oh no.... I felt 'exploding'...!" He held his face feeling how warm it is. "Ah? Why is my face 'warm'... " He was confuse what's wrong with him which cause you giggle a bit but remember about the scale yet when you look at his face, his scales is gone and Kanata trying to make sure his Alive after experience embarrassment for the first time. "Your so silly." You pat his head. The blue haired doll looks at you.

"I guess so... Eheh." He can only chuckle with you..he would look for answers later.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #my darling dolls au #my darling dolls au main story #my darling doll au main story #my darling doll au #my darling dolls #mdd main story part eight #kanata shinkai #shinkai kanata x reader #shinkai kanata #ensemble stars kanata #kanata shinkai x reader

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essek begging to be evil pretty please

The idea behind this one was that Essek gets revealed to be living in Rexxentrum with Caleb, and the two of them are waiting for the second shoe to drop, but it never does. And Essek gets super put out and offended that the Dynasty doesn't come for him, and he starts taking bigger and bigger risks to prove that he's really a big threat to them, and they keep not caring. I don't know why, but the idea of Essek having an inflated view of his own importance is HILARIOUS to me.

I only wrote the opening scene to this, but the idea was that there would be increasing and increasing shenanigans and Caleb and the Nein would have to keep being like “yes Essek, no you are totally a horrible villain, yes you are terrible” etc while the Dynasty and the Empire both completely ignored that he was living right under their noses in Rexxentrum.

After five years of marriage and cohabitation, Caleb was very aware that Essek was always one step away from an existential crisis at any given moment. It fit very well with his own propensity for the same, and he found that they often tempered one another’s worst impulses, a soothing balm to each other’s souls. The latest crisis began innocuously enough; he and Essek were walking around town arm in arm, as they did on Saturdays, casually perusing the farmer’s market and spending a few hours in a bookstore. Essek was meticulously illusioned as always as a beautiful high elf, secreting himself away several times in alleyways or dark corners to re-up his Alter Self. It seemed as though it was going to be a very ordinary Saturday until, on their leisurely stroll back from the bookstore, Caleb was pushed aside abruptly by a person who dodged between himself and Essek, on the run from some unidentified threat. He and Essek barely got a glance at the retreating figure before they registered shouting in the distance and a troupe of Crownsguard emerged at the end of the street. Spells were flung in the wake of the retreating figure, and one of them hit Essek square on, sending him sprawling. Caleb was already reaching for his component pouch when he registered that the attack was not on them; the Crownsguard continued their chase, completely ignoring the ordinary townsfolk who they had disrupted. As Caleb caught his breath, he turned to offer his hand to Essek to help him up— And a very familiar handsome drow visage stared back at him. People in the streets were staring, as they would at a drow in their midst. Essek glanced down at his un-disguised hands and made a slight noise like a teakettle. “Dispel,” he hissed at Caleb. “They hit me with a stray dispel, of all things.” Caleb shielded him with his noodly body, which did very little to hide the drow that everyone had already spotted. “Nothing to see here,” he said to the passersby around them. “Just my companion and I, out for a stroll.” He reached out and helped Essek up, careful to touch him and offer his arm to him when the stares didn’t stop. A pointed glare finally seemed to redirect some of the attention, and the stunned citizens slowly began to move on, clearly concluding that if the Crownsguard hadn’t been disturbed by a drow in the streets of Rexxentrum, it was probably none of their business. “Let us find an alley for you to recast Alter Self,” Caleb murmured. Essek accepted his help gratefully, and together they found a disused side street, blocked from view of the main street, and Essek re-upped his disguise. The tension didn’t leave his shoulders as he changed his appearance, but at least it eliminated the staring from their neighbors. Essek didn’t truly relax until he slumped into a chair in their house, safely back in his own form. “I fear I have put you in terrible danger,” he murmured. “It will not take long of the reports of a drow in Rexxentrum to reach the ear of Ludinus Da’leth, nor the Bright Queen.” Caleb kneeled before him and took both hands in his. “This is a threat I have been willing to risk by your side, over and over,” he murmured. He didn’t add that Da’leth was very aware that Essek was his partner and made pointed barbs about it every time they ran into one another; he’d honestly assumed that Essek knew that, but increasing his anxiety at such a time didn’t seem wise. “Whatever is coming for us, I am ready for it and happy to meet it by your side.” The two of them spent the next six months on high alert, waiting for the second shoe to drop. It never did.

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popcorn1989 · 1 year

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Osferth and number 12 please!

Note: You didn't write me whether with Reader or another character, so I chose Reader, hope you like it.

Pairing: Osferth x Reader

Summary: Uhtred once said you are a free fighter, you can go where you want. You did, after much deliberation, you decided to explore the world. With a promise to follow Uhtred when he called you. You weren't quite sure how he would find you. But you let fate decide. You left your friends behind, but bad luck followed you. You missed your friends very much, but you were determined that your path was the right one, until fate changed abruptly.

On horseback, you rode after the small group of men and women, all fleeing from their village, which they had to leave in a hurry. A virus that raged and took young and old, fever that lasted for days, bedridden and dying of the consequences that no one knew how to fight. Not a nice death. You thought of Osferth briefly, after a year you did it more often and wondered if perhaps he could help these poor people.

You couldn't, you were just a warrior. And the people before you took no notice of you, or simply didn't care. You quickly decided to help these poor souls, to at least escort them safely to the next village. They had lost so much and had only what they wore on their bodies and grabbed in panic. Glad that no one said anything or asked you to leave, you quickly caught a burnt smell. You let go of the reins and turned around with your upper body, they began to burn the dead, or even the living, so it wouldn't spread.

Many of the people in front of you had noticed the smell and looked around briefly, they crossed themselves before giving a shouted prayer towards God, quietly and each for themselves, but the murmur left goosebumps on your skin. No one cried anymore, no one spoke to the others, they all continued on their way. You turned around a bit annoyed, you knew that you can't expect much from these people, probably not even a thank you, but maybe one or the other would talk about the foreign warrior who protected them and didn't ask for anything.

When suddenly someone came riding out of the forest and stopped, he was wrapped in a brown coat and the hood far over his head. He let the crowd of people pass, and you relaxed a little, but only until the rider rode in behind the people, right next to you. The person didn't speak, and you hoped it would stay that way, your bottom was sore from sitting on the horse for so long, you had a headache from the acrid smell of burning flesh, and you didn't know how you would react to small talk now.

But maybe he had just fled the city like the others to join the homeless. But your hopes of not having to talk were dashed by the young man. "You are a warrior?" he asked quietly, you listened briefly, you knew the voice from somewhere. But you briefly looked behind you, only to realize that they were not only burning the dead, which could cause fear in people. You just nodded at the question and stared straight ahead again. "You are a warrior, aren't you?" he asked again. He hadn't looked at you, and you couldn't make him out from under his hood, only the tip of his nose peeking out.

"Yes, I am," you said a little too proudly, but the young man didn't mind. "Well, I've been looking for you for a long time, it was hard to find you," he said, and you looked puzzled at the woman walking in front of your horse. They were looking for you? Have you made a name for yourself after all these years? You had hoped, here and there you had accepted offers and fought for lords, jarls, even kings. But you didn't get much from them, except their thanks.

You began to understand Uhtred, and he had always rewarded you well. "I am busy," you said, for you had sworn to yourself to protect these people. You heard only a murmur from your companion on horseback "That's just like you" he said softly, and you had the feeling that he was smiling under his hood, that feeling was very familiar. "Who was looking for me?" you now asked curiously. "A lord. A very well known one." he answered

"And what does the lord look like? If he is so well known, surely I should recognize him from a description?" You heard the young man give a short laugh. "You really haven't changed after so many months" he spoke now, and you put your eyebrows together questioningly. This young man knows you, you were sure of it. "Well, I'd say grizzled, scar on his forehead since he was a kid, long hair, deep voice. And has bloody annoying habits. Keeps saying Destiny is all"

You tear your eyes open as you realized who you were dealing with, you pull down Osferth's hood. "Is it really you, Baby Monk?" you asked joyfully as you looked into the smiling face of Osferth, his blue eyes beaming joyfully at you. Seeing him made your weakened heart blossom at how much you had missed him.

"Haven't seen you for a long time," he said, grabbing your hand as you reached for his. "You have no idea how good it is to see you Osferth" - "How I have missed you" he spoke sheepishly, and his smile faded as the sad faces of the people turned to the delighted rider. You clear your throat and nodded apologetically.

"So how long did you search for me?" curiously you looked at Osferth who was thinking "Long.... it wasn't easy, had to ask for a long time and when I found someone who could remember you, the trail was cold for a long time" You nod, a bit sad about the fact that hardly anyone knew you. One year, so many fights for nothing and nothing again. But there was someone, actually many, who remembered you, and it made you happy again.

"When is Uhtred expecting us?" Osferth shrugged his shoulders. "No matter how long it takes, bring this warrior back. Heal and as before - these were his words" you smiled, "And what were your words on that?" you asked curiously. "Nothing" he spoke and smiled sheepishly.

"Ran off immediately, packed my things and then went in search" your grin widened. "So I should just live in a village again, wait until Uhtred needs me?" that's why you left, you wanted to experience something. He looked at you questioningly, "No, you are to live with your friends, and together we will fight whenever Uhtred needs us."

You nodded, you liked that idea, for now, besides Osferth had come all this way to find you. "Do you think we can still finish this task here?" - "I'll help where I can, as will you. You haven't changed, and I'm very glad you haven't" he said. "Neither have you Osferth, you're still my baby monk" a little disappointed he looked to the side. "Just a little older and more mature" you teased him.

#dialouge prompts #the last kingdom fandom #the last kingdom #osferth imagine

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