#can't believe this man has me kicking my feet like a FOOL
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Chuuya punishment head canons? Or Jouno whatever you want
Author's Note: How about both?
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Yandere Chuuya Nakahara (Punishment Idea)
Chuuya is a pretty short tempered person, so when he punishes you it's far from pleasant.
The thing is with Chuuya is that he doesn't actually want to hurt you, he either lets his emotions get the better of him and he does shit without thinking, or he does it because he doesn't know what to do.
Chuuya is definitely the kind of yandere to punish you either sexually or physically. When he's mad he pins you down and has a grip on your neck, telling you to disobey again, that he fucking dares you to do it again.
I can see one time you two were in a heated argument. And you ended up saying something that made him snap.
"You little bitch..." Chuuya would say, before you see a chair float from behind him.
You'd run away as soon as the chair was sent flying towards you, causing Chuuya to chase after you. Sadly, you weren't fast enough and he ended up tackling you.
"Let me go! Get off me!"
Chuuya would pull your hair and tell you that if you wanted him to be mean you should've just asked.
Chuuya would punch you, over and over again. You can whine, scream, beg him to calm down, but none of it works. He's too blinded by his own rage to realize what he's doing.
After half an hour he comes back to his senses and he's shaking, eyes wide and him picking your limp, passes out body.
You wake up in his bed, your face and body bandaged, and Chuuya hugging you, saying sorry and that he was being an idiot and how he would do anything to protect you.
Chuuya mainly does sexual punishments when he's not mad but he knows he has to punish you. He normally gags and ties you up, just so you don't fight. Soemtimes he gets carried away and you can end up bleeding. Chuuya is very, very rough.
Sometimes Chuuya will starve you or isolate you. Chuuya sometimes gets carried away is all.
Afterwards Chuuya does anything he can to gain back your forgiveness. He'll buy you whatever you want. Want him to leave you alone for today? Ok, call him if you need anything. Want him to buy food? Ok, what you want?
Chuuya is such a Tsndare not gonna lie.
Saigiku Jouno
Jouno.,. Where do I start.
When I did my Jouno Yandere Idea, I did talk about what he would do.
Jouno is sadistic son of a bitch, he takes great pleasure in breaking you down in his obedient little pet.
He tortured you, literally. It doesn't matter how severe or minor your offense was, he's torturing your ass. You tend to pass out from the pain and injuries. He tends to break your bones slowly, any cry you let out turns him on, and he makes it even slower so you cry louder.
He does this all in the basement. He'll kick you when your already on the cold concrete floors, already in pain from previous injuries. And, just to add to the humiliation, he does this all when you naked. Even though he can't see your naked body, he can feel your race with panic as he forces you to take your clothes off.
He'll leave you starving for weeks, only giving you water so you survive, but no food. And hie punishments last weeks, never one day. He'll ask you once a week if you're don't with your little rebellion, and if he doesn't believe you enough aka he wants to see you suffer even more, he'll keep punishing you.
And his mental abuse is fucking crazy. This dude will give you a false sense of security, like he'll tell you that he'll be back and then he leaves you down there for two weeks with no contact at all. So when you think maybe it's over, he comes back down with a knife and holds it to your throat, telling you that you're a fool if you think it was over.
Each day is new, so you never know what he's going to do to you. If he going to break your arm, or will he cut the bottoms of your feet, or will he pin you down to the floor and rape you. You never know. He'll also degrade you and dehumanize you like crazy, this man is a monster.
Afterwards is a real mind fucker. He'll take you upstairs, give you a bath, tend to your wounds, kiss you on the cheek and tell you that he was sorry and that he never wanted to hurt you and how much he regrets it. He doesn't mean a single word he said, but the way he said it felt so sincere.
He'll tell you that you're such a good girl/boy, and he acts like nothing happened. Your brain eventually blocks out the event until something triggers it, like Jouno's sadistic and terrifying smile, or any minor injury triggers a flashback. You often have panic attacks because of what he did, and if you're out in public and have you, he'll tell people you just had a bad day, and when you get home he'll sit you in lap and grab your face, telling you that if you try to leave him or escape, that he was going to break your ankles.
But despite all this, he loves you and won't let anyone else hurt you, only he deserves to see the pain on your face, no one else.
After these punishments you realize why you fell for him. His "caring" behavior and the sweetness in his voice, whenever he'd kiss you and tell you that he loved you, you loved him, right?
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[Johnlock] Interruption of corporal punishment
A johnlock short story, I use Chinese into English.
35 years old Watson x14 years old Sherlock
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Sherlock's stomach is against the man's thigh, his head is hanging in the air, and he is lying on his stomach to accept the punishment, and his alpaca coat is wrapped around his small body. Sherlock's legs are still flapping around, which makes the doctor feel that he is lying on his legs.
Is it a cat or a rabbit... ? Watson begins to hate his own messy brain. Sherlock is only 14 years old. His development is a little slower than his peers, and he is always following his butt, which makes John feel like raising a child... Sherlock is the cutest kid he's ever seen, whether he's wearing a blue ice silk robe or a little black trench coat. Oh, and because Sherlock's little face looks smart, Watson doesn't recommend spending too much time with him on his days off.
The doctor rubs the wooden ruler in his hand and takes one look at Sherlock's small brown leather boots, which are half off. The top of the shoe is caught back by the ball of his foot. "Take it off." He points to where his boots are, even though Sherlock can't see them.
Who knows how many new clothes he has in his closet that Watson hasn't seen before? Sherlock loves to wear his little black trench coat when he's out and about, but because it's so skinny, that belt is just for display at home. MMHHHMMM... He's very good at dressing himself... Well, John actually used the very adult word "dressing up" as if in his heart he thought Sherlock was dressing up for John, a thought that made John sick.
"Don't." As Sherlock said this, he kicked his boots off. The leather boots tumbled a few times, and the metal cat decoration on the upper made a screeching sound when it hit the floor.
It's so cute that when Sherlock comes running up to him in his little leather boots, John automatically bends down to greet him, even though Sherlock doesn't like to yell like the other kids.
It's just... Sherlock tricked him... Having fooled all the doctors, he thought everyone was stupid, and John couldn't imagine what the child would do when he grew up.
"Oh, you came here and pretended to be an autistic child to gain my trust, and then what?" Watson picked up the wooden rule and slapped the boy's feet. Without a sound, he squeezed the doctor's thigh with his right hand. "Sherlock, you have an IQ higher than any other 14-year-old, and you chose to cheat a psychiatrist into the inpatient department, along with a surgeon? You did a good job."
John recalls the countless times he's half-crouched in front of Sherlock to read him a storybook, or driven the adorable (not cute yet!) kid around. Going for a ride in the suburbs, just to make him feel better.
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"Autism?" The doctor pinched the report form and his jaw tensed. He couldn't believe it... Is that why Sherlock has never spoken?
"Grade 3 autism and major depression." As he silently read a few lines, the muscles in his thighs began to contract.
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"I was so worried about you, and now you're telling me it's all fake?" As the doctor's breath grew hotter, he could not control his anger, which John hated most: deception.
People in social groups often choose simple lies to maintain relationships, but Sherlock, who can turn the most important part of the word into a lie, will he normally integrate into some normal relationships when he is an adult? The answer is no. Taking a step back, Sherlock's behavior is simply because he's... He despised no one, the other doctors, John, his brother Mycroft... He's just happy to play around with everyone and watch them laugh when they wake up. What will Sherlock become in the future? The worst thing is that his heart knows how to show the good side, his face is very beautiful, no one will refuse a beauty with high intelligence, this is... The problem.
Sherlock shuffled back and buried his face in the doctor's lap, his knees against the hard floor, his toes curled up in his socks, and his head rubbing against the doctor's thigh.
Acting coquettish? Wronged? Or what? In any case, John's face grew serious, and it was impossible to spoil him any longer.
"You've lied to me for so long, is it hard to say Sorry?" Dr. Watson felt his thighs start to get wet. "Are you crying? Sherlock, if you want to continue acting, I can only say that you've fooled me once again."
Sherlock's head starts to shake and the sobs become more pronounced. John tugs at the boy's hem and the man on his lap stops sobbing. "Okay, you stand up and tell me." The man said helplessly.
It's quiet, no sobbing, no clothes rubbing, and after five minutes, John suspects Sherlock has fainted.
"Sherlock!" John took the boy by the armpit and pulled him up. He saw that his pretty face was wet with tears, that his eyelashes were drooping, and that his lips were marked by teeth. Sherlock glanced up at John, and in no time, the boy was lunging toward the doctor, the soft flesh of his cheeks pressing against John's ribs.
Shouldn't Sherlock be the person most likely to say Sorry at this point?
“Sorry……… Sherlock……… I scared you, didn't I?" John held the boy closer and stroked his head. "Tell me what happened, will you?"
“John…… " Sherlock refuses to look up. His heart starts racing and his hands can't stop shaking. The boy remembers the conversations he heard in his hospital bed during the day: John... John…… They say John is going on a date ………… And... Sherlock isn't cheating. He didn't intentionally pass on those test results... Sherlock isn't lying!
Sherlock closes his eyes, tears squirting from under his lashes. He turns his head, not sure if he wants to be closer to John or further away. His heart is still beating faster. The fabric of Watson's jacket is pulled over Sherlock's nose, and his voice is slurred.
"You need to tell me what it is?" John mentioned the neckline on the back of Sherlock's neck, and suddenly he remembered Mrs. Hudson's cat, who always picked up the white cat like that.
"PFFF... Let go of me!" Sherlock rubbed tears into the doctor's chest, he pushed the doctor's hand, and sat on the corner of the bed by himself.
"You use... Ruler... Punish me with that!" The boy grabbed his pants leg and tears filled his eyes together. "John..."
John used to spend the whole weekend with Sherlock. Ever since he started dating... Sherlock will never see John again!
At first he thought he wasn't likeable enough because John's date... To be honest, they're pretty, and their hair looks smoother than Sherlock's, plus they're slender, not short like Sherlock, like a bantam cat... Sherlock wishes he could grow faster, so he starts eating more, but instead of making him taller, it's actually making his face rounder... J
Oh, my God, does anyone like a round bantam cat? At least John doesn't have Sherlock………… on his list
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"I've decided to re-evaluate you." 'said the man suddenly.
"I don't need that..." He didn't want John to know he had anxiety problems, and Mycroft had him tested... Sherlock hates doctors' questions, so he chooses to disguise himself as having another medical condition.
"Just the two of us, okay?" Half kneeling on the floor, the doctor stroked the boy's shoulder with his right finger, and saw that the boy's eyes welled up again.
As John's brain starts to heat up, he remembers Sherlock's usual symptoms: a racing heart, insomnia, headaches, stomach aches... If his judgment is correct, this is the somatization of anxiety.
"... If it's just John and no one else..." He bowed his head, avoiding the doctor's eyes. "I can promise you that."
"Would you like to fill up your little belly before you begin?" John saw that the boy was in a better mood and couldn't help teasing him.
"I..." Sherlock doesn't want to be a bantam cat anymore anyway... But will the face become rounder?
The doctor squeezed the boy's face in his hand and took him back in his arms. "Trust me, everything will be fine."
END
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Silent Scream (for Core)
"It's honestly hilarious to witness."
He slides himself onto the chair beside Core's, casually throwing an arm out and around the other man's shoulders as if they've been old friends for years, kicking his feet up on the table and smirking as their gaze tracks to the same subject, across the bar, not looking at them, seeming to have some kind of heated conversation with Sage.
"All of you are just wittering on and on and on about him, you know? I understand that the rumour mill has been running on empty for a while now, ever since everyone realised that yes, Wolverine really is playing 'hide the adamantium claw with Cyclops and Jean Grey,' but have we not exhausted this subject already?"
He gestures at his counterpart.
"What is it that keeps you all Chatty Cathies going on about him? Do you just enjoy the drama of having a genocidal maniac walk amongst you? Because I must say, you don't seem to mind that I'm here! Or dear old Nathaniel, or Cyclops, or broccoli slayer Grey, or 'I murdered my bloodline and all I got was this shitty angst that won't cause any actual change in my personality' Wolverine - none of them, you'll so much as bat an eye at! But him? You seem to take it as a betrayal!"
He scritches at his chin.
"Did you expect better from him? Does it stick in your craw that he, unlike everyone else, had morals and principles and lines he wouldn't cross, until, oh wait, there they are, there they gooooo! Is it the hypocrisy? Because my sweet summer child, everyone's a hypocrite, they just like to act like they aren't because otherwise you can't dip your wick into all of that sweet, sweet self-righteousness."
"Or maybe it's the fact that it feels like it happened while you weren't looking, like you could have stopped it? That one's probably true, actually, you could have just killed him a long time ago - maybe around that time he started palling around with all the other super scientists, talking about the most 'moral' way to kill planets, that'd be my personal jumping off point."
He sips at his dry martini.
"Or . . . is it because he makes you all feel like fools? Is it because he's been here since the very, very start, he was the fourth one in the door, and none of you seemed to realise or care that you were harbouring a monster in your midst? I mean, he told you. He called himself a Beast long before he looked like one. He might as well have jumped in front of you all and waggled his ass at you, inviting you to take him down, because he's just so obviously evil.
But no! Nine Presidential Medals of Freedom! Does it make you feel stupid, that that's what he always was and you all just let him pretend for 20 years? 'Oh my stars and garters,' all that prattling on about Star Trek and Twinkies and Shakespeare, every time he was there to provide a shoulder to cry on - all of it a distraction."
Down, down, down goes the booze, and he clasps Core on the shoulder.
"Because believe me, little Core. We've always been like this. He just took a little longer to marinate. And if you feel stupid, you should, because you are."
He belches and stands, winking at Beast from across the bar.
"Do lose sleep over it, won't you?"
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🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why? (Would be interested in this one particularly for Sebastian as well as Mercer!)
Mercer's Answer
"Favorite? Well tha' ain't really fair ta be pickin' an' choosin'. They'd think I didn't love 'em if I did tha', right?" Mercer kicks his feet up on the desk. "An' tha's tha last thin' I'd want. So rather'n do tha' I'll jus' tell ya wha' I like 'bout all'a 'em. Or well... some'a 'em. I can't go through all'a Sari's family. There's too many ta keep track of..." He looks as if he's going down a list of people in his head. "Anyroad, startin' with Sari, she's carin' an' generous an' will take care'a anyone who needs it. Sai's 'er cousin an' she's all sass, but I wouldn't be breathin' if it weren't fer her. I ain't sure if Gizmo wants ta count as family, but... I'd wager he does an' pokin' fun at him's one'a m'favorite thin's ta do... an' he's damned fine with a wrench." He leans back, clearly thinking about who is next. "Gadget makes sure I'm on top'a m'shite. I'd starve without 'im, I swear. Lazne does tha', too, o'course. But she's also real good at pushin' me in tha direction I need ta be goin' in..." He trails off. "Last one's Bash, I 'spose. An't tha's... well... tha' boy could charm tha pants off'a basically anyone. I jus' wish he'd learn ta use tha' fer somethin' better'n wha' he's been usin' it fer. Don't get me wrong, I love 'im. I'd do anythin' 'e needed, but damn does he need ta be brought back down ta size."
Sebastian's Answer
The elezen man sweeps his tailcoat out from under him as he sinks down onto the crimson setee. He only manages a small smirk. "It is almost as if you ask me to tell you which great wrym I would prefer to be consumed by. Though, such a comparison gives my siblings far more credit than either of them deserve. Dacien has the wits of a turnip, which speaks volumes about Marcette, as he is most certainly her better in all things not concerning lace or embroidery."
Sebastian crosses his legs and rests his black gloved hands atop his knee. "My mother was, most certainly, the best of us. How she produced the two of them is truly beyond me. Their father must have been an absolute fool." There is something in his tone that suggests he doesn't believe that, but it is gone in the blink of an eye. "Her death was not only a loss to me and the House of Vairemont, but to all of the Holy See, and I will hear no different."
His blue eyes sparkle and he sucks in a deep breath. "It would seem I am still not accustomed to knowing the identity of my father, as I have failed to mention the brother he left me. While not as... plentiful as what my mother bequeathed me, August is not to be ignored. Though, sometimes I wonder if he wishes to be as he spends all of his time hiding his skills away in the dark of that shop. Surely he would be better suited to the Crozier? He won't hear of it, of course." That little smirk grows as he speaks. "I do find it interesting that he lectures me on how I have allowed the nature of my birth to inform my views of life, while he has done the exact same thing. Do you not find that interesting?"
With a quick flick of his wrist he waves the conversation away. "But, back to the question at hand. I am sure the answer is quite clear. Were I forced to choose from my living kin, I would name August. In fact, it would seem that there was no need of force. I have made the declaration only moments after being asked." The smirk grows. "Do run along and tell my sister, would you? I would wager I can hear her screams from here."
((Thanks for the ask, @wispofwillow. TLDR; Mercer won't choose because that's just not how he works. Sebastian will absolutely choose and then use his choice to aggravate his other siblings. Dacien won't care and he knows that, but Marcette... there is nothing worse than being cast aside for a filthy brume rat.))
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Demons Unleashed ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Gaiden Pt.12 ~
Captain Whisker : Arrrgh! Shiver me timbers! No one can beat an army like that! How on earth did one lucky pirate manage to beat the Ghost Pirate!
Nami : I told you like the strongest of all pirates, you can't handle someone that is strong with cool weather techniques from my staff. I was originally a concept girl with a battle axe, but this is okay for me to control weather.
Johnny the Sultan : Not what I expected from Cat Burgulars.
Captain Whisker : [To Johnny] Shush now, Sultan, or I'll make you walk the plank!
[Unrest - Hidenori Shoji]
Nami : Start talking or else my strong bare feet will smash you into tiny bite-sized pieces of scrap metal. Now you won't be bothered by a woman who loves to kick pirate asses all day, would you? Same goes to the Marines.
Captain Whisker : Alright, you win! And not the fetishes, that's why pirates needed a pant leg! Except for Dan Schneider!
Nami : What is your deal with finding the Jeweled Scepter for what?
Captain Whisker : Listen to me, Cat Burgular. Eggman Nega ordered us to destroy Blaze's world, ever since he came back from the future 200 years after the reset of 06, he was planning on using it for power, death, and destruction! That's why we were greedy for treasure!
Nami : Is that so? That's what you get for finding something that is deadly. As a matter fact, you man-made machines know nothing about the golden age of piracy and that's why the navy were one step closer to kicking pirate ass. They'll send you to a dark horrible place where you can never get out and that's called being behind bars.
Captain Whisker : No! Not the brig! Anything but the brig!
Nami : Where is your true Pirate Leader, ya scurvy dog?
Captain Whisker : Wait! I know where our true pirate leader is!
"Meanwhile later..."
Maka : Medusa! This time I will finally put a stop to you!
Moirai Albarn : Sister! Control your anger! I don't know why you wanted to face her who released the relative of the Kusakabe, why would she wanted to revive Asura in order to spread a mad-man's influence.
Maka : Because she's the one who enforced Crona to become a Kishin, she wanted to bring chaos on this planet and I will make her pay for trying to destroy my world! [To Medusa] Spill it, Medusa! Why are you doing!? Why would you do this for the Sake of Real World!?
Xenahort : Because, stubborn little girl. You've blindly wandered into fighting a diversion.
Maka : A diversion? What are you talking about?
Xenahort : Your anger against this cold-blooded and heartless witch is literally a heartless itself. (mimics as Medusa Gorgon) "Maka, kill me"! "Maka, destroy me"! (snickers) Fool! The Medusa Gorgon witch you faced against is only a heartless trying to give orders onto crave all that death and destruction in order to cover the entire planet into darkness! And in turned--it manipulated you for consuming your heart into action, and for Crona itself.
Moirai : You! You tricked my sister into fighting her and using her rage to consume her own heart! Why you sinister old man! I can't believe that you were behind the evil forces from Soul World. The Eyes of Truth itself were right, you are really something. So you were controlling a heartless doppelganger of the real and original Medusa Gorgon. I cannot believe that my own sister would nearly fell into the hands of darkness. And I realize that what you're thinking.
Maka : KUSOOOO!!! I will make you regret and...
*Heartbeat+Energy Warbling*
Maka : (yelling in pain)
Moirai : Sister! The Gorgon sisters, our arch enemies, no her enemies have been fighting heartless, the forces of evil from Soul World were a diversion? There was no Kishin, there is no God in the Ohkuboverse, all of these were lies from Shinra Kusakabe! Why did my sister fell under the will of Shinra Kusakabe? And it's all thanks to you, wasn't it?
Maka : No, don't thank me, thank "him" by the way.
Moirai : What?
Ansem : (chuckles) Foolish meister. It was I who has been controlling the heartless doppelganger the entire time, only just to find out that the forces of evil were a diversion set up by Demon Vibe!
Erazor : And just for the record, I fooled that Tsugumi Halberd harlot into thinking that she defeated Shaula Gorgon, but it was her heartless that I ordered her to destroy the legacy! Revealing that the Traitors army she led was only a front by me. Just buy her some time in order to hide from the son of Shinra Kusakabe.
Moirai : Villains of the Gaming World, all of you are pitiful and becoming senile. You and your wicked ways of ending things in are darkness. All the crazy stories of her were always false, and that's why Shinra Kusakabe is the bigger fool than her although he did died because of his influence, hope her friends would pull this one through.
[Leo Stenbuck (Break Out!) - Akihiro Honda]
Xenahort : I would be amusing if I were you.
Moirai : What?
Ansem : Take a look, meister. You have such good friends, girls of the devil's will. You have been under the influence of Shinra Kusakabe in order to make his legacy strong and spread all the lying you could resist.
Liz Thompson : It's Maka and Shinra's fault! They're the ones who started us to be part of the story and made it all into a lie about it!
Maka : What? no. I would never do that! Why me?
Xenahort : It's no use. You cannot resist the truth, Maka. You blinded you and your friends from leading them to astray and the story of your world was false. All just make-believes. You could never escape from the horrible you have witnessed. Would you rather save this world of lies or will you wake up to reality in the real world? Guess it's your choice on whether you waking up from a fantasy of your own world that doesn't exist. If they are gone along with this pitiful world created by the devil, then I'm suggesting that they will wake up too.
Maka : No...I can't...I'm not a liar! Why did I even tell a lie! Led astray? blinded by the lies of Shinra, no, I just can't--I just can't---NOOOOOOOOO!!! (wakes up from dream, covered in sweat) *panting*
Moirai : Looks like someone finally woke up after having a bad dream.
Maka : Moirai! I'm begining what that old man said. The lying, the world that we lived in, me waking up from a fantasy. My people believed that Soul World does not existed and I existed in the real world! Me being under the influence of the devil. Where did things come to this. Why I did suffer everything of being the female hero of a stupid story?
Moirai : You think that is necessary to think about the world of Soul Eater. But it turns out Soul Eater is not the world to think of, you did not showed the world any courage. You showed with our. Why do you think that you and the Nightmaren would a heart filled courage, why is that.
Makoto : Because I would like to explain this to you. Before your world in Soul Eater was created, both you and Shinra lived in the same universe for more than over a year after Demon Vibe created the Ohkuboverse. He used the Ohkuboverse as a facade to control the heartless' attention. The symbol of the three eyes, were the eyes of the shadow realm. You got a story right here, in the real world. Right here.
Maka : Well I guess I am simply understanding that feeling. All that courage, all of that bravery, If I'm really a hero that is the light then Crona must be a person born from within the darkness.
[Deep Thoughts - Sota Fujimori]
Maka : After all of this Crona nonsense, it feels like that my hearts giving to someone that is born from darkness and I am the light. Why do I feel so ashame for doing anything that I was told? Am I good hero or not?
Moirai : Maybe you are kinda of a great, Maka. That's what you are, and we needed you all the time, you got your heart stuck in a love triangle, you make love with another person. That's how life in Real World AU must be to live life the fullest. You just gotta understand it, you know.
Maka : What do you know about that? I mean, I don't have to show the world my courage or bravery, I can show it with valor. So, now that I wanted to feel like a hero again, that's why I decided to beomce a hero once more, I only felt ashame because of my frustration of not being a hero to Soul World, but a hero in the real world that makes feel alive again!
[Venus - Akira Yamaoka]
Maka : [dresses up to be prepared] Now this is what I'm talking about! Dressed as the hero that I always wanted to do! This is what the real world me feels like!
"Maka Albarn : Hero of Real World AU".
Moirai : I'm one step closer to you on saving this planet from deterioration!
"Moirai Albarn : Heir of the Phantonian Race"
Makoto : Don't forget, remember who you trusts the most and never trust a enemy through the wretched lies from their eyes. There more to make them lie.
"Makoto Asagiri : Elite Phantom of the Phantoms of Society."
Maka Albarn : Let's make evil never win to us, l am back in action!
Moirai : Let's do this sister! For old time's sake.
Makoto : Gladly this will be a new journey to begin. Our world must not fail us. You know what to do.
Maka Albarn : Like I've always prepared to do this!
"CALAMITY IN 2007 ON A GLOBAL SCALE"
"UNLEASHED AN INFERNAL BATTLEFIELD ON REAL WORLD AU"
"DARKNESS HAS STILL AWAKEN FROM REACH!"
"OUR HERO AND CHAMPION OF EARTH AND LIGHT IS BACK IN ACTION!"
"THE MEISTER IS READY TO DEFEAT TRUE EVIL ONCE AGAIN!"
~ Stage 12 : Maka Albarn Back in Action! ~
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Sirius can't deny that Remus coming up to him to tell him he has broken up with his boyfriend and has actually been in love with Sirius all along, is something he has daydreamed about probably a million times. Now that it's becoming reality, however, concerns that didn't matter when it was just a daydream suddenly become reality as well.
(Surprisingly, short Wolfstar Fluff😉 Sirius pov, which I rarely write, since I love gushing about how wonderful Sirius is, so Remus pov usually fits better😅)
However Long It Takes
“Guess what? That lady from downstairs just got a dog! The cutest thing, you won’t believe.” Sirius kicks the door closed and hangs his coat on the coat rack. “She’s fond of you, right? Maybe if we play our cards right, if she ever needs a sitter...”
Sirius’ voice trails off as he looks over at Remus, sitting on the couch, staring off in the distance, fiddling with his sleeves. There’s no book in his lap and no cup of tea in his hand. “Moony?” He asks gingerly, as he sits down next to him on the couch. “Everything alright?”
Remus looks up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just... Ehm, Fabian and I... We broke up.”
Sirius’ eyes widen. He didn’t even know they were having problems? Sure, he has never been a fan of Remus and Fabian dating, for obvious reasons, but now he finds that he’s even less of a fan of Remus getting his feelings hurt.
Sirius snaps into action. “Right!” He says, jumping to his feet. He’s got this. “Chocolate! We need chocolate. I can make a quick trip to the store, and I’ll be back before you know it. Chocolate ice cream, or do you prefer regular chocolate bars? I can also go to that shop downtown and see if they have that chocolate cake you like so much, but that’ll take a bit longer. I any case, I should first make you some tea...”
“Sirius, wait!” Remus grabs his wrist before he can go to the kitchen. “I would actually like to just... talk to you. Please stay?”
“Of course, Moony!” Sirius sits back down, cross-legged on the couch across from Remus, and takes one of Remus’ hands in his, rubbing soothing circles over the back. “I’m here. Whatever you need.”
Remus gives him a grateful smile, and Sirius carefully asks “So what happened?”
“Fabian, he...” Remus seems to choose his words carefully. “He has discovered he has feelings for Benjy.” He now glances up at Sirius anxiously, as if to gauge his reaction, like he’s expecting Sirius to get angry.
Sirius blinks, then lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Honestly, that guy... Well, Benjy’s gonna be the happiest man in the world. I hope he won’t give in too easily though, and makes him sweat a little. The twat deserves that for taking Benjy for granted all these years.”
“You aren’t...” Remus says hesitantly. “Upset?”
“Shite, sorry Remus!” Sirius quickly says. “That must be the last thing you want to hear! I’m sorry, that was totally insensitive of me.”
“No.” Remus shakes his head. “No, I mean... You and Benjy...You seem to have gotten really close.”
“Oh, no,” Sirius says when he realises what Remus means. “Benjy and I are just friends. We actually bonded over sharing the same miserable fate,” he adds with a self-deprecating laugh.
“Miserable fate?” Remus frowns.
“Yeah,” Sirius shrugs, trying to play it off. “Hopeless fools desperately in love with their already taken best friend.”
Remus’ eyes widen and Sirius mentally hits himself on the head. “Bloody hell, I keep saying the wrong things! You just went through a break-up, the last thing you need is for me to bother you with my stupid feelings! You must’ve felt so bad, hearing your boyfriend has feelings for his best friend...”
“I felt... relieved, actually,” Remus says softly, turning his hand around in Sirius’, lacing there fingers together. “Relieved that I wasn’t the only one.”
Sirius’ heart is racing as he searches Remus’ eyes. Remus steadily meets his gaze, and Sirius sees nothing but fondness, admiration, and... love.
Sirius opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, trying to find words. “You mean...? But you can’t possibly... “
“I love you, Sirius,” Remus simply says.
It physically hurts Sirius, but he withdraws his hand, away from Remus. “You just came out of a break-up. You’re probably very emotional right now, not thinking clearly. And I can’t... I can’t be a mistake. That’ll kill me.”
“I wouldn’t say those words if I didn’t mean them.”
“I know, Remus. I know. I’m not saying you’re lying, it’s just... You could be confused. Maybe you’ve convinced yourself that you have feelings for me, so Fabian choosing to go after Benjy hurts less, but that’s not... You don’t really... It’s... ” Too good to be true, Sirius thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud.
“You’re right,” Remus says, and Sirius’ heart sinks. He adverts his gaze and stares down at his knees.
So close.
He had been so close to having his every dream come true, but he can’t fool himself like that, or worse, allow Remus to fool himself like that.
Remus must’ve seen it on his face, because he reaches out and squeezes Sirius’ hand. “Hey, look at me.”
Sirius looks up. The admiration and love is still there.
“For the record,” Remus says. “My feelings are real. I’m not emotional or confused. They’ve always been there, but it took me seeing you with Benjy, and the chance to evaluate how the idea of you fancying Benjy made me feel, compared to Fabian fancying Benjy, for me to realise it. I just meant that you’re right that it’s soon after the break-up, and that it must be very sudden for you. But I’ll prove it to you.” Remus’ face is suddenly full of determination. “I’ll prove to you that you’re not a rebound, and this has nothing to do with getting back at Fabian. I’ll give you as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you, however long it takes. My feelings aren’t going anywhere.”
Yes. That would be the smart thing to do.
Give Remus time to process the break-up and clear his mind. Give him the chance to figure out what he’s really feeling and what he really wants. Then, if Remus is still interested when enough time has passed, they could maybe try and give it a go, and go on a date. Yes, that would definitely be the smart thing to do. And contrary to popular believe, Sirius is a smart person, who can make smart and sensible decisions.
But the thing is, Sirius thinks, as he throws himself into Remus’ arms and kisses him soundly, sometimes, he just doesn’t want to be smart.
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⤷ AN EIGHT-LEGGED PROBLEM
OIKAWA TOORU & SAKUSA KIYOOMI & HAIBA LEV & MIYA ATSUMU X READER -> 1.8K
you save your boyfriend from a massive problem which is currently in the corner of your bathroom )
REQUEST -> n/a
CONTAINS -> spiders, bugs, you picking up said creepy crawlies, hq boys being no! help! at! all! (but that's ok bc we love them for it), fanon-ish sakusa cos i haven't read the manga and he had like 5 seconds of screen time so i'm just going off of what i've read + seen, clear favouritism despite the fact that i know basically nothing about sakusa, manga timeskip spoilers in sakusa's
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> haven't seen one where the reader is the one in the relationship who takes care of bugs so since i'm a #girlboss who throws spiders out of my room whenever i see them without breaking a sweat i'm writing that into a fun lil thing with the haikyuu boys that i strongly believe are scared of bugs. also besides the point but look at the pretty colour palette that their banners make fjfjfjdj will go back to writing the requests after this! inspiration just struck
❍ OIKAWA TOORU
-> omg this fucking guy
-> don't let his pride fool you this man HATES bugs with a burning passion
-> he'll never admit it though
-> between you and the aoba johsai team he would never hear the end of how the great king oikawa would cower at the sight of a moth doing laps around a lightbulb
-> so when you pretended not to hear the shriek that left your boyfriend when he saw something flying around the bathroom light and he declined your offer to get rid of the moth for him, this left oikawa in a pretty difficult situation
-> it was just him alone in the bathroom, trying to brush his teeth while eyeing the bug warily
-> you came in a few minutes later, getting ready to go to bed as well
-> "you know, babe, that moth's been there for quite a while," you teased him
-> oikawa hummed in response, his eyes never leaving it as it continued its circumnavigation of the light fixture
-> "oh, you know. who am i to kick someone out of their home? i'm no monster"
-> you almost snorted at how poor of an excuse that was, but ruffled your boyfriend's hair anyway
-> "i'll take care of it, ru, you just finish getting ready"
-> "but y/n-chan, that moth has feelings! don't be mean to it!"
-> you gave tooru a very blank stare at that
-> "so do you want me to leave you alone with your new friend?"
-> "......no"
-> "that's what i thought"
-> you went up to the moth, managing to trap it in your hands before releasing it from a window
-> oikawa shuddered as you came back to the sink, giving your hands a quick rinse before resuming with brushing your teeth like nothing had happened
-> "you're so brave, my love"
-> "anything for you, babe"
❍ SAKUSA KIYOOMI
-> bless this poor boy
-> so it's no secret that sakusa isn't the fondest of germs
-> and that extends to bugs and spiders too
-> besides a normal amount of disgust that he held for them, the thought of where the insects had been or placed one of their many feet on never failed to make his skin crawl
-> that's where you, his wonderful significant other, comes in
-> as much as he loves you, he just can't understand how you always stared at bugs with wonder in your eyes
-> you'd even pick them up, cooing at the way they crawled up your arm while sakusa just stared at you in disbelief with a can of bug spray in hand
-> tonight was one of those swelteringly hot summer nights
-> you know, the ones where the air seems to be still no matter how many windows you open and every insect in a mile radius is actively trying to enter your home
-> you were spending the night at your boyfriend's apartment, ready to have a relaxing night in with him since your schedules had finally synced up and allowed you both to enjoy a day off at the same time
-> it took months of trust before sakusa finally admitted to you how much he enjoyed doing skincare
-> so whenever you two spent the night together, you decided to start the evening with some face masks and idle binging of a tv show
-> against his half-hearted protests, you had insisted that sakusa wore a headband while this happened (one that had a very cute duck face printed on it)
-> just to keep the curls out of his face, of course
-> whenever he caught you sneaking a candid of him with facemask and duck headband on, he just shot you a halfhearted glare and threatened you to never send that to atsumu or the rest of the msby team
-> (you set it as your home screen instead)
-> anyways, i digress
-> so tonight you decided to cool down from the heat with a few facemasks and cuddling in your boyfriend's heavily air conditioned living room
-> but he kept all his skincare stuff in the bathroom, so you went to go get them as he set up a show to watch along with some snacks
-> you flicked on the light, going to his cabinet when something in the corner of the room caught your eye
-> there was a fairly large spider, desperately trying to crawl up the smooth tile wall
-> you decided to take pity on it and release it
-> but when you had it cupped safely in your hands, you decided to terrorise your poor boyfriend just a little
-> "hey, omi, look what i found!"
-> your boyfriend perked up at your signature nickname for him, though his eyes narrowed as he saw your clasped hands held in front of you
-> "no"
-> "but baby, you haven't even seen-"
-> "no"
-> you giggled at how defensive he had become
-> "come on, don't you want to name it? it's very cute"
-> "i want you to throw it out, y/n"
-> "alright, alright"
-> you took the spider to a window, releasing it back outside before heading back to the bathroom and grabbing a few masks for real this time
-> sakusa gave you the cold shoulder as you sat down next to him, humming as you gave him a face mask and putting it on without a word
-> "aww, baby, i'm sorry"
-> "..."
-> "i'll give you a head massage if you stop ignoring me?"
-> sakusa turned to you, his eyes narrowed in thought as he stared you down
-> the act soon broke, though, and he smiled against the sheet mask that was on his face
-> "it better be a good one," he huffed as he tugged the duck headband off, already sighing at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp
-> "omi, come on, what do you take me for?"
❍ HAIBA LEV
-> ngl lev gives off equal amounts of being terrified of like the tiniest spider or just finding bugs insanely cool vibes
-> it's funnier to imagine this 6-foot-something guy scramble away from a fucking crane fly in terror though so this is how it's going to play out
-> when you invited your giant of a boyfriend to your flat, you didn't anticipate just how small he made everything appear
-> he even towered in your doorway, having to stoop to step through into your hall
-> "woahh, i love your place!"
-> it was his first time staying over for the night, and lev was making sure to drink in every aspect of your interior design
-> you found it sweet of him, and watched as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the little trinkets you had collected over the years to make your small apartment seem more like a home
-> you didn't expect him to scream at the top of his lungs and practically run back to you, though
-> you jumped at the sound, watching as he scrambled away from your lamp and pointed back at it with a shaking finger
-> you squinted at it, making out the very menacing form of a crane fly as it bumped into the lampshade and continued on its path
-> "lev, you big baby," you giggled, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass and trap it
-> "y/n, don't leave me alone with it!" he yelped, and you rolled your eyes at his antics
-> you came back, smoothly capturing the insect and throwing it out of a nearby window
-> lev was sat on your couch the whole time, hands covering his eyes as he curled in a ball
-> "is it gone?" he asked, and you you giggled at how childlike he was acting at the moment
-> "it's all good, baby" you smoothed his hair and lev gratefully leaned into your touch, a sigh of relief leaving him
-> "thank you, y/n"
-> "i'll get rid of all the bugs in the world for you, lev"
❍ MIYA ATSUMU
-> gives off the vibes that he used to eat bugs as a child i'm sorry but
-> have mercy on his soul lmao
-> so twins are supposed to be identical right?
-> anyone who spends more than a few minutes around the miya twins know that that's a complete fucking lie
-> and you've had the misfortune of being friends with them for a very long time
-> like your mums were friends and you were all born around the same time
-> you've been pulled into their shit before you could walk or talk
-> so you're well aware of just how different these mfs are
-> even though they were both absolute bastards, osamu always had a slightly more mellowed out approach which would always end up with atsumu getting the blame for what they got up to
-> especially as a child, osamu loved to terrorise his twin with the unwilling help of you
-> one of the ways was through osamu exploiting one of his twins' fears
-> that being bugs and spiders
-> he always cackled at the sight of atsumu screaming and trying to run away from him due to the spider he was holding
-> as they both grew up, this became less of a frequent thing for osamu to do
-> you also somehow started dating atsumu, but nobody could exactly pinpoint a moment that signified a beginning to your relationship
-> but since you're dating the world's biggest manchild in disguise, and osamu gets annoyed with atsumu quite easily, you would have to swoop in to rescue him from time to time
-> recently the twins had been getting a little snappy with each other, and it had yet to sort itself out
-> from what you had heard your boyfriend was in the wrong this time, but you still listened to him whine and rant about it
-> you were going to the inarizaki school gym to say hi to your boyfriend and best friend before practice started, only to see absolute chaos unfolding
-> with kita yet to arrive, the twins were effectively unleashed and that much was clear with the way atsumu was practically screaming his head off as he ran around the gym
-> your eyes took in the rest of the players- aran had his head in his hands, suna was snickering with his phone out to record the newest miya twin fight, and osamu's deranged laugh could be heard above everything else as he chased his brother, hand held out in front of him
-> only one thing was capable of making atsumu scream like that, so you already knew what was happening
-> atsumu quickly spotted you hovering in the doorway, and made a beeline to where you were
-> his eyes were panicked, and you were quick to wrap him in a hug as you shot osamu a nasty glare over his shoulder
-> literally this lmfao
-> "that's enough, 'samu"
-> your best friend paused, before a smile spread across his face as he dangled the centipede in front of him
-> "you know it was rubber, right?"
-> you felt your boyfriend tense in your arms and you bit your lip to stifle a small giggle
-> but at least they would be back to normal by the end of today
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Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo
Bodyguard AU! 🕶
Gender neutral reader
Collage by @realremyd
Warnings: Blood. Stabbing. Character death.
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Part 14
They had to pry him away from you. The ambulance had finally arrived. Steve and Bucky needed him to let go of you. He wouldn't at first, but when they told him help had arrived, he let go, but not before leaving a lasting soft kiss on your forehead.
Any softness, love, or friendly demeanor he had left melted away.
Colonel Zemo was here, and he would stay here until Walker lay dead at his feet. Helmut was messing around any more.
Leaving you lying there hurt, but he couldn't waste any time. He barely spared Bucky and Steve a glance as he walked out of the room. He looked down the hall to where he believed Walker had gone.
Walker was still on the property, he was sure of that. He walked down the hall, ignoring the calls of his name.
Steve and Bucky let him go.
His hands were clenched into fists ad he walked, seemingly, calmly down the hall and around the corner.
He would have time to mourn later.
He wasn't sure exactly where he was going, but he would keep on going until he found any sign of Walker. His breathing was even, his steps calm and collected, his eyes focused ahead, despite how red they were.
He catches sight of something out the window. These windows over looked the garden. Though it was pretty much bare due to him having not the heart after Heike to have anything beautiful on site, he could still say the view from here was amazing. You could see quite far during the day.
Standing there, smiling up at him, was John Walker.
"Bastard."
Helmut turns away from the window and continues walking. He walks down the staircase, ignoring the fuss happening around his home.
He heads toward the door. Before he goes outside, he eyes the weapon on the wall just off to the side. His home was decorated with many things, and down here he had a sword up in the wall. It was a gift from his father years ago. It had been on display ever since.
He took it carefully from the wall.
Helmut heads outside slowly. Walker is still standing where he had been before. He was just waiting for Zemo.
The sword glistens in the low light. Zemo holds it with confidence.
Walker grins.
"I've been waiting for this," Walker states, staring at the other man in front of him.
Helmut glares at him.
"I told you, oh so long ago, that I would take away everything that made you happy. How does it feel to open up to someone and let them in, only to have them ripped away from you so quickly?"
"I will kill you."
"I will kill you," Walker said, pointing at him.
Helmut held up the sword.
Walker only has a gun on him. He holds it up.
"You brought a sword to a gunfight."
"You will die the same way they did. I will stand here and watch you bleed out until all your life drains away."
Walker smirks.
"I'd like to see you try."
Helmut takes a swing of his sword. Walker steps back to avoid it. He laughs mockingly as Helmut swings again.
Though Zemo moves with the skill of a practised swordsman, Walker is quick on his feet to avoid being hit. He lives how riled up Zemo was. This is exactly what he wanted.
Swing. Step. Dodge. Laughter.
Swing. Step. Dodge. Laughter.
"Come on, hit me Zemo!"
Helmut remains calm. He stares at Walker with plenty of focus. He holds the sword up still.
"You're a weak man, Zemo."
"And you're pathetic."
Walker let's out a loud laugh.
"Is this the worst you can do?"
Helmut moves with sudden speed and ease. Walker isn't entirely sure what happened, but before he knows it, Helmut has him pinned up against the nearest wall with the sword pressed into his chest. He can feel the blade digging into him lightly.
"Clever."
"Do not underestimate a broken man," Helmut hisses.
Walker looks him in the eyes.
"You really did fall for them, didn't you?" He asks softly.
Helmut breaks right in front of them.
"More than anything. You took Heike from me and I thought I would never feel that way again. Then they show up. At first I thought they were wasting their time, but they saved me from you. I saw them a little differently after that, and thought, perhaps, this was the second chance I wanted. Perhaps I would have this person all to myself. Someone to love and care for."
Walker smirks.
"Then you took them from me. I should have stopped them from going after you. I should have pushed them down before they ever got the chance to do so to me. It's my blood you want, and they paid the price for it."
Walker laughs.
"Yeah, they did. You're a fool, Zemo. You can't look after anyone. Honestly, I can't decide on of I want to kill you, or let you live out the rest of your days a bitter old man. Both sound satisfying to me."
Helmut was seething.
In the blink of an eye he stabbed Walker with the sword. He did it so swiftly with so much pressure that it went through the other man.
Walker looked much the same as you did. Wide eyed and open mouthed.
He was in shock.
Zemo stabbed him.
The gun fell from his hands. He had been so focused on ruling Helmut up, he forgot about his own defence.
Zemo stood there, sword still planted into the other man, hands still on the hilt. He looked at Walker with emotionless eyes.
"I told you I would kill you."
Walker tries to say something, but he doesn't have the strength to. He can only watch as Helmut swiftly pulls the sword from the other man, letting him die the same way you did.
Walker collapses to the ground, hands trying to cover the wound, but to no avail. Helmut stands over him with a bloody sword. He stares at Walker with a cold gaze.
He does not care about the dying man in front of him.
He only cared for you.
His clothes were further stained with blood. Most of it was yours, but now there was some of Walker's on him.
Helmut planted the sword into the ground so it was upright.
Walker would die looking at the blade that took his life.
"I will never be whole," Zemo said, watching.
Walker looks up at him.
"I know," he says, quietly. He smiles.
The Colonel rages and gives Walker a solid kick to the stomach. The man curls in on himself in pain, groaning harshly.
Zemo kicks him again for good measure.
He stands there, watching. He has no idea how much time passes. Walker bleeds out slowly. Colonel Zemo watches the man die right in front of him.
By the time he returns to the house, all the guests are gone. He notices the ambulance is gone from out front.
Slowly, quietly, and without emotion, he walks upstairs. He walks through the hall. He walks toward the still open door.
He stops.
You're gone.
A pool of blood stains the carpet.
The Colonel fades away as Helmut Zemo kneels on the ground letting his tears fall. He gasps for breath with a harsh struggle as he clutches at the carpet.
You're gone.
You're dead.
There is nothing he can do about it.
There was no satisfaction in killing Walker because the bastard won in the end. He killed you. John took you from him.
Helmut Zemo stayed like that all night.
That was how Steve found him the next morning, laying on the floor near where you had been the night before.
"Sir?" His voice is soft.
Helmut stirs.
Steve crouched down next to the other man. He gives him a soft shake.
Helmut blinks a couple of times. He felt stiff and tired.
"Sir."
Helmut looks up at Steve and sits up slowly. His hair was a mess, his bloody clothes were askew.
He felt lonely and empty.
"Update," was all he said, voice rough and hoarse.
Steve stares at him, unsure on what to say.
"Update, Mr. Rogers."
"Walker's gang were all arrested last night. They had tried to stir up trouble with the guests, but we caught them all before they could escape. Walker's body was dealt with early this morning. I believe your life is no longer in any danger. Should you wish for us to stay, then just say the word, sir."
Helmut looks at him with empty eyes.
"Update, Mr. Rogers."
Steve sighed. He knew that wasn't what Zemo was asking for. There was no easy way to tell him any of this, but he had to.
"Y/N L/N died last night in your arms. They were dead when you left the room, before the ambulance even arrived. The body was moved quickly after you left."
Helmut feels the last remaining shards of his heart shatter into nothing.
It was true. You were dead.
He just wanted to dance with you. Kiss you. Confess to you.
That was all stolen from him.
"Leave me."
Steve didn't want to, but he knew Zemo meant it. The way he was looking at him told him as much.
Steve left the room.
The Baron's eyes drop to the pool of blood on the carpet. He hand rests right next to it.
This was all he had of you in his home now.
You were a part of his estate.
Helmut lies back down next to where you had been last night in his arms.
Now utterly alone, he cried.
These were the cries of a man who would never be happy again. The cries of a man whose heart would never heal. The cries of a man who would be forever alone.
John Walker won.
Helmut Zemo lost.
Even so, he would never regret falling in love with you. You, who came into his home and turned his life upside down. You, who would sit with him and have tea in his office. You, who would always be thinking about the job rather than his feelings.
If he was going to fall in love with anyone, he was glad it was with you.
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Prank Backfired
Summary: This idiot plays too much.
Christopher Jamal Evans x Black Reader
Warnings: cursing, weaponry, mentions of cheating, threats of christopher jamal evans' life.
Chris, the most mischievous man you know, decided to upgrade that status and play a prank on you. A stupid one might you add.
You walk through the door after a long day of work. Even though you loved what you did and it paid amazing money, it could drain the hell out of you. You set everything down and kick off your shoes in the hall, heading towards the couch and plopping down.
Chris comes through into the living room and identically plops down beside you. You slackly move over to kiss him.
"Hey bubba", you say, but before you could reach his lips, he quickly leans back with a hardened look on his face. Confused you lean back as well.
"Chris, what's wrong?" He takes a deep breath, which does not help your racing heartbeat whatsoever, and starts talking.
"I'm just gonna be straight with it. I've been seeing this girl, well sleeping with her, for a few weeks now."
If looks could kill, you'd be sentenced life without parole for murder in the first, second and third degree. But hearing his words had you feeling all types of emotions. Angry, hurt, confused, flabbergasted, scared even, just to name a few.
"It was eating me up inside and I just had to come out and say it. I couldn't hold it from you anymore." He was fiddling with his hands and not even looking at you. It was quite strange because if he had something important to tell you, he would always look you in the eye.
"Who is she? Do I know her?" Your leg is bouncing and you're cracking your knuckles trying to hold it together.
"It was that waitress from Durty Nelly's on Blackstone. When you went to the bathroom, she slipped me her number."
"That bleach blonde, trailer-park trash, cousin-fucking tramp with those ugly cut out shorts and uneven boobs?" Oh there was no way in hell he cheated on you with that. Something was up.
But then you remembered. You never went to that bathroom because ew. You were considering it and you got up only to make 2 steps before sitting back down. And that girl was 2 booths down from y'all. There was no way she 'slipped him her number'. This motherfucker was lying.
"Yep.." he bites both lips. "That's her. Look babe, I'm sorry. I truly am. I don't know what I was doing. You know I have a habit on hopping from one thing to another." The fucking nerve of this fool. He finally looks at you and he honestly deserves all his success because he's really pulling this prank off.
"Well, I don't really have anything to say to you right now. I'm just gonna get my shit and go. You cheat on me with the literal definition of vile and expect me to forgive you like that? I mean out of all the people in this world, Christopher."
Still playing into his prank, you get up and walk towards the bedroom. He follows suite, totally thinking he's the shit pulling one on you, but things were about to get interesting. You turn into the bedroom going straight for the closet.
"Listen Y/N, I don't want to lose you okay? I just can't seem to let go of her. She's addicting, if I'm being honest." You just shake your head and chuckle. If you didn't know this was a prank, he'd probably be in intensive care right now.
"Baby boy, that is fine. You don't gotta worry about me anymore."
You move around his duffle bag and your never ending boxes of shoes until you find the one box you're looking for. You pull out the Yatch Club Vans box and set it on the island in the closet.
"You know, I don't know how you could cheat on me. I mean, besides the fact that I'm literally the best person over, look at me. Look at this fine black queenyou got standing infront of you. This shape is unique and very much rare. It don't get no better than this, honey. That's a fact."
You open the box and stare at your Glock 19. Yes, you had a gun. No, he didn't know about it. But he was about to find out now. You pull it out and insert the magazine. In the process, you hear Chris very audibly gasp and you smirk to yourself.
"Y/N Y/MN Y/LN! What the hell are you doing with a gun?" He absentmindedly backs up out of fear, for you were a very unpredictable person that it was actually scary.
"At first it was just for safety. I learned how to use it and everything. But since my mans wants to go out and have an affair, don't you think we should end it with something for you to truly remember me by?" By the time you're done talking, the gun is loaded and ready to be used. Only you had it on safety, of course.
"Babe listen calm down. For real Y/N. Look okay I was just joking. It's-it's just a prank. I didn't cheat I swear!" He has his hands up like he's surrendering, but pushing you away. Probably because you have the gun pointing to him. Gosh, this was so fun.
"Yeah sure it is. You can't even lie right. Well, one of us isn't making it out alive and I'm sure it's the one without the gun." You evilly smile and move closer to him. You lowkey feel really bad because your puppy is legitimately scared out of his little mind.
"Baby please listen to me. I was just joking! I would never cheat on you. I mean look at you. Why would I want that walking Pacific Ocean when I have you? I would never hurt you like that. You gotta believe me. I promise, just put the gun down please."
You tried to hold on for a few more minutes, but he was near tears and it tugged at your soft heart. You lower the gun and take it back apart.
"That didn't feel so good did it? I knew it was a prank. I just wanted to get you back." You close the box and put it back in it's place. You turn to him with your hands on your hips.
"Y/N, that wasn't funny. Why would you do that?" He moves closer to you, now angry. But oh well.
"That feeling that you had in your chest, that anxiety and fear. That's what I was feeling when you told me you cheated. You know I have trust issues and that wasn't funny at all. I wanted you to feel the same way. Maybe I went too far, but it's a done deal now."
You brush past him and back into the room. When you get into it, he is right behind you and grabbing your arm.
"I'm honestly sorry okay. I was just messing around and I wasn't being considerate of your feelings. I didn't think it would affect you like this. I didn't mean to put you in that position." You smile at his apology, knowing he was truly sorry.
"I will admit, I went a little overboard, knowing full well it was a prank from the start. You're a smart man. You know what you got right here." You trail your hands down your body playfully and pose. He giggles and wraps his large biceps around you.
"I won't do this again. I promise." He leans down and connects your lips, finally giving you what you wanted since you stepped foot in the door. You pull back and look up at him.
"To redeem yourself, you can order me take out and grab that foot massager I just bought and get to work, peasant," you giggle out while he rubs your sides.
"Your wish is my command." He grovels at your feet.
"As it should." And with that you sashay away like that HBIC you were 💅🏾.
This scenario came up in my head this morning and I wrote all of it tonight. How great is that? Now I shall work on my Andy Barber fic 😌
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“Ocean of Tears”
Fandom: twisted wonderland
Word Count: 1,175
Pairings: azul ashengrotto x childhood friend!fem reader
Genre: romance, angst, prepare for tissues
TW: none
ahoy, matey! This is the third blow for the angst train from Sora~ man, this honestly took long enough to write lol.
“once upon a time, there was a young boy who fell in love with a girl. A girl who has everything; beauty inside out, a heart of gold, intelligence...everything. She was one of the kind and she meant the world to him. He wanted to give her anything at all cost and protect her from any harm. And tonight, that boy is standing in front of you, Y/N...”
“Come on~ will you really let her go? Just like that?” Floyd whined.
That’s what she desired, that’s what I’m giving her.
“It's been years, Azul.” Jade seconded.
Who am I to stop her?
"I can't believe you! You're being a wimp again!"
Azul could only sigh in resignation and let the twins trash talk him for being a coward. Their voices just flying out of his head as he berated himself. They were right, though. He was nothing but a coward. He was a coward for refusing to acknowledge his feelings and confess and now, he was being a coward to not try to stop you from leaving.
RSA has always been your dream school, you told him as much when you were children. He knew the longing gazes you threw at the merfolks who attend that academy and how much you anticipate the time where you could study there yourself.
And now that the time arrives, who was he to stop you from reaching your dreams? Azul wanted nothing but to see her happy, just like what she did to him when they were still kids. You stayed with him, no matter what form he takes, no matter how ugly he perceives himself to be. You were his anchor...his will to live...and yet...
...yet...
"I will miss you, Zul."
How can you say something like that to him? Just by uttering those simple words to him, you were making his heart clench in a surprising yet wonderful way. He assured himself that he can survive even without a glimpse of your beautiful smile...or not seeing you completely. Its just for four years! He can do it...he definitely can.
But as he looked at your retreating form, Azul realized that he was just not a coward, but a fool in love.
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Two years had passed since that day, Azul was staring at the piles of papers on the desk of his office in Mostro Longue. Then his tired gaze landed on his phone. He was dying to call you. Were you alright? How was your studies? Do you need any help? Who among your peers he needs to rope in a contract for bullying you?
Azul wanted to see you so badly, and yet...
"Just call her already~"
"Floyd!" He hastily stood up from his chair in panic, cradling his phone like it was a rare treasure when the taller among the twins pressed the call button.
What in the name of the Sea Witch must he do? He's dying in anticipation to hear your voice, but not like this! He's not prepared!
"Azul! Oy!"
Ah, this voice...
Azul couldn't help but to slip a small smile. He missed your voice so much! How did he manage to tolerate living without you by his side again? God, he felt like he's going crazy!
"I hate you! Why didn't you call me earlier?"
It's you. It's really you. He wanted to see you badly now.
He cleared his throat, wishing that you won't notice how much he missed you with how excited he was. "My, do I really need to be the one who would initiate everything, y/n?"
He knew you were pouting now. "Ah...that's...well, uhm...uwaaah! You...!"
Azul chuckled at your response. Jade smiled at him before dragging Floyd out of his office, giving you two enough privacy to talk.
He wanted to talk so many things to you, many things to catch up, yet he didn't know where to start. Where are his smooth words of all times?!
"How's RSA? Did they finally kick you out?" He started, then fake a gasp. "Don't tell me you have a boyfriend already?"
You went silent.
Wait, don't tell me...no...that's impossible...she won't...ugh! I shouldn't say that!
"But of course that would be impossible. You weren't even a girl." He managed to choke a lame joke.
"Azul!"
...but, is it really impossible?
That's probably the reason why he decided to visit her in RSA, even though he had the feeling that he's already too late.
"Eh? Prince Rielle?! He's not my boyfriend!"
You said that, but he's not buying it. Especially during the way you spoke the prince's name, your eyes shine the brightest.
Its always him! Why of all people, it should be him? Again?
Azul smiled at you politely. "Next week, let's meet at (place). I have something I mean to tell you for a long time now."
He won't let this chance slip by. This would be his only chance.
That day, he would finally confess to you.
~
Everything was prepared.
The moment you would walk inside, a song would play in the background, dim lights opened as the rose petals scattered on the ground. He was supposed to stand up and walk towards you, smiling as you smiled back at him. He would ask you to dance and tell you how much you're so perfect tonight, like how much he always appreciates you by his side. After that, he'll escort you to have dinner while the fireworks lit the skies.
And he will tell you how much he loved you. And hope you feel the same way as him.
That was what was supposed to happen. That was the plan, and yet...
Azul forcibly tore his gaze away from you and Rielle. He heard the fireworks showers the skies, prompting his feet to walk away. He's late, isn't he?
Once upon a time, there was a young boy who fell in love with a girl. A girl who has everything; beauty inside out, a heart of gold, intelligence...everything. She was one of the kind and she meant the world to him. He wanted to give her anything at all cost and protect her from any harm. And tonight, that boy is standing in front of you, y/n...
And to think that it should have been me in his place.
...seeing you in somebody else's arms, kissing him under the fireworks that lit up the skies.
Y/n, it should have been me.
Azul dragged himself out of the place. He can't take it. He can't stand seeing you with someone else.
If only you remember to come, if only you choose me, if only...
You didn't choose him after all.
He respects your decisions, yet knowing that doesn't stop his pain.
"Azul..." Jade and Floyd were waiting for him.
"I don't want to be desperate, but could it be me?" He sobbed, letting it out to his companions. "Could she choose me instead?"
He didn't want to cry like a pathetic heartbroken teenager for the sake of his dignified image of a dorm leader, but he couldn't help it.
"I was there, Jade..."
He was standing there when you chose Rielle over him. He was there when you accepted the prince's confession and he saw them kissed. Azul was there all along. But you didn't choose him.
He knew very well.
He knew that even if he cried an ocean of tears, you still won't choose him.
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Magic Interferes in New Orleans
Prompts from Piccadilly's book #3
Words used: ☆matriarch ☆throat ☆impossible ☆vinegar ☆apology ☆slice ☆microwave ☆raspberry ☆choose ☆snore
God! I can't take it. The dread is killing me. I'm losing all the blood in my fingers with how tight I'm squeezing the steering wheel. The honking around me is not helping. I can feel everyone's fear collectively as we sit in agitated traffic. Stress. Fault. Jitteriness. Indifference. Panic, panic, panic.
God, I hate being an empath. I can't even hear my own thoughts. I need to breath! Yeah. Take deep breaths. I'm not far from the U-turn lane. So what if traffic is moving 1 millimeter a minute? The storm can't be faster.
Hooooonk!
Beepbeep!
I have to get out of this situation before I have a sensory overload.
From my front and my rear, I'm surrounded by vehicles. I can't move back, I'll hit someone. I can't move up, because they'll think there's space to move and I'll be more stuck than before. Looking to my right I realize the road across the gate is fairly empty. That last car I saw go that way was 40 something minutes ago.
I gulp loosening my grip from the wheel but still holding it firmly in my palms. Taking a breath I turn the wheel and step on the gas. My car races through the grass and crashes though the metal gates. With a screech, my tires are finally rolling and I'm off. Towards the dark clouds like a fool running blindly into a lions den.
When I finally catch sight of the curling palm trees and the flying debris, my weariness is replaced by anger. We had a plan. A simple schedule. Prepare emergency food, water, and medicine, flashlights and documents, locate nearest shelters, fill up gas tank, clear the yard, and turn off the power. When the evacuation order is set, I would be too far away at the time, so my husband would get the kids from home and we...would...evecuate.
Evacuate.
We would meet at the nearest shelter with our separate cars...
Unfortunately, my...sweet...dearest mother decided to take it upon herself to pick up the kids herself...and NOT evacuate. Instead, she wanted her grand babies to feel safe during the storm and cook them a nice meal...at her house.
I almost had a heart attack when my husband said they weren't there. Instead, a note was attached to the fridge reassuring us that my elementary school kids, including a baby, did not infact disappear off the face of the earth. She wants them to feel less threatened and stressed over this "flood nonsense". Make it seem like a regular thunder storm.
Except it's not a thunder storm! It's a hurricane!
I told my husband not to worry about it, I will get the kids and be ok. The hurricane is suppose to be a bad one, the weather man said. Anything left undemolished by the storm by the end of this would be a miracle. Hopefully it won't be my sanity. I swear, she's impossible.
By the time I get to her house, the streets are flowing with water and clawing up her driveway like waves at a beach. I step out and my shoe kerplunks into the water. I groan, feeling my ears eject hot steam. I stomp onto her porch with a squish, squish, squish and jam the key into the lock.
I kick the door open and slam it shut, my anger seeming to accelerate as soon I step inside. I cringe a bit, noticing my youngest asleep on the couch.
"DON'T SLAM MY DO-" my mother sticks her head out through the kitchen doorway and spots me.
"-Oh, hi baby!"
I stretch a tight smile, coaxing my child back to sleep. "Hello, mother."
"You came just in time. I just need to get a few things done before we eat."
And there she is. Like always. Not worrying about a thing while marinating apple cider vinegar on peices of pork. Probably to slice into the-
Sniff, sniff.
-gumbo. Her calm persona was infuriating. Almost insulting.
"Too bad my son in law couldn't be here. He'd love to stuff his face with the beignets" she continues.
"He's at the shelter. Kinda like we're suppose to be" I say, honey tounged and all "which begs the question..." I lean in, my palms face down on the table. "Why aren't we there right now?" I sneer, bringing my voice down.
"Because there's no need to. You know that" she says simply.
"Maybe in your case, but not mine. You just felt entitled to do things your way. Like you always do. I had everything under control and-and you had me worried."
"You know nothing was going to happen to these kids. I knew nothing was really wrong."
"If you really felt so aloof about this, you should have stayed yourself. You can't just up and take my kids like that. We've talked about this."
She finally looks at me, turning away from her task. "I should be free to see my own grand kids whenever I want to."
"I would have probably excepted that, if we weren't in the middle of a god damn hurricane-"
"Momma! Momma look!"
I was interrupted by my two children excitedly telling me that a pie was on the way. All while showing me their hands, proof of a raspberry massacre. Animated. Passion. Triumph. Pleasant. I ruffle their heads with a quick "good job" and they ran off together. Their happiness almost cures my frustration. It does calm me down a bit though.
"Is is so much to want to keep your family safe" my mother asks.
Aaaaaaand its back.
"Is it so much to just listen to me? To just let me do things my way? I am in no less danger than you are just because I dont have the same... tools that you do."
"It looks like it puts you in a lot of danger if you have to evacuate the city. You could simply come here so momma can protect you."
"That makes me look like a normal person, mom. The streets are already flooding and a ton of people just saw me go the opposite direction. I look stupid and suspicious." I'm taken back to my teen years. Having a similar conversation with my mother. "Not everything can be solved with your protection. I can make my own decisions. But instead you undermine me and tamper with everything around you. Just because I dont have it, doesn't mean I cant keep my family safe or simply be a mother. How about, for once, you let mother nature do her job."
"Your father made this house with his bare hands, rehydrating himself with his sweat. No one is touching this house. Not even Cosmo's or Gaia or whatever." She huffs and turn away. A puff of steam emerges over her head, indicating she opened the pot of Gumbo.
"Well, when your the Matriarch, you can start making the rules around here."
Realizing an apology isn't coming, I groan restricting myself from wrapping my hands around her throat. Its silence between us, as there is after every altercation. Especially when the house is mentioned, cause it's always Papa's house. He passed away before I could even learn to speak his name. Mama always told us about Papa. How she met him, how he put her on her feet and built a house for her (it was told he even built the bricks holding this house up), how his devotion to his family and the love of his life lasted until death did them part.
"What makes you think I'm going to be the next Matriarch?" I ask, slipping in the kitchen chair.
"You will. It's a family tradition that you need to uphold. And you are the only girl conceived by me." She answers, this sounds almost rehearsed.
"Why don't the others take your place?" I ask, for the millionth time.
"It's only rare that a boy has ever been in place of a woman. And once a girl was brought in, he was removed immediately."
"If it's that simple then crown them and get it over with."
"Oh, do you think it's that easy"? She quizzes, slowly turning to me.
"Knowing you, probably not."
"Hyde is much more coordinated than that. If they really didn't think you were worthy, we would have known, but I always knew you were special."
Here she goes again. Hyde,, is supposedly the person that gifts the family with magic, life, and girls. It's the spirirt who thrones and dethrones us. No matter who we are. According to mom, the next Matriarch could be good or bad, Hyde has a plan for them in the end.
Along with Papa's stories, Hyde was always directed towards me because I was the only girl, excluding my half sister. Truthfully there was no way to know if Hyde was actually real. I'm not even sure if my parents have seen it. Mom would tell me tales at night of different women throughout our generation, chosen by Hyde and how I would be like them someday.
Perfect.
"Hyde doesn't give you this gift for no reason" mom reassures "they always have a plan. You can't see everything in a negative light. What if Hyde chooses Clio and you-"
I stop her at the mention of my youngest name.
"I'm not putting that responsibility on my kid" I say sternly, though It probably won't matter what I tell her "Especially if, no offense, she ends up like you. Completely dependent on Hyde's gift. IT didn't give me any when I was born, like the rest of you, and I'd like it to stay that way."
Silence once more.
"Perhaps you're afraid-"
"I'm not afraid-"
"-its okay."
"-Of this imaginary ghost."
"Sure, keep believing that. But when it happens~" she sings.
"When it happens to me, pigs will fly" I sneer, memories of that same sing song tone prodding at me.
She says nothing.
"Just let it go mom, it's just not meant to be. I'm not a child that you can hide under your wings when hail comes. However your gifts came to be, Hyde, the house, whatever, it must've skipped a generation."
She continues to stir. She sputters "but-but the family-"
"-The family doesn't know what's best for me and neither do you. I know I'm the only daughter to the Matriarch. I know I wasn't born with any gifts like my siblings. I know refusing my path makes me an ungrateful child and Hyde will handle me" I say reciting what I also heard throughout my life "But that's not my life. And I'm not defenseless."
She freezes. More silence.
"And, I mean, it's not like having voodoo is easy. It consumes you and it messes a lot of things up. This worlds order and the next."
"That's what the council is for" my mom mutters finally.
"Oh, right. The council. The same family who's just as dependent as you. Do you even remeber a time where you haven't used your gift and actually did things yourself?"
...
...
"Don't you ever think of letting go of this life? Doing things for yourself and not the family? Hyde? Papa's house? I notice how this changes you as you age. If this is the answer to our problems I wouldn't mind the sea taking this house away for a while-"
"Mama! Mama!"
"Wow, look."
I follow my kids voices and they seek for me, a glimmer of wonder and awe in there wide pupils. My 2 boys are pointing to the window in the living room. My sleeping child is now up, standing on her toes to see what her brothers are looking at.
As I begin to walk In the living room, they're rushing back to the kitchen. I take a peek and see a part of the lawn, including my rental car but the road and the neighborhood is gone. A large amount of visible debris is covering up the world around-
No.
No.
That's not debris. That's not wind.
I follow my kids. They've opened the screen door and ventured into the back yard. I race after them and stop in my tracks. The water barrier has followed us to the backyard. My kids are screaming and dancing in the sprinklers as the hurricane is trapping us in its second eye. The oceanic barrier is circling around is, refusing to touch the property. With my kids instructions I look up, the sky is dark above us like it's the dead of night, yet inside the barrier, its murky like a cloudy day.
I can't concentrate. Excitment. Curiosity. Shock. Chills.
I sigh as my daughter wobbles to me and I scoop her in my arms. I can see it now, worst hurricane in 6 years and the Crobitt house still stands. This is similar but not related to the instance when a pair of swings at the run down school across the house seemingly froze in the air a few years ago... CIA is currently investigating...
I gather my children inside, they were starting to go towards the rushing ocean and who knows what'll happen. I shut the door with a defeated sigh and sulk at the table. The beneits sit gracefully with their powder sugar and I worship it by stuffing it in my mouth.
"I told you..."
I look up. My mothers eyes are glowing that familiar bright green and she has that devious smirk on her face. She always gave me that look as a child as if she's trying to tell me something. That, or it's to prove something, which I still dont know. I dont think I ever will.
"...you're father built this house. No one is taking it from me..."
...
...
"Now, elbows off the table."
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The Mark
Micheal X reader. Also on my wattpad account. BVB-rebel25.
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It was never a secret, what I am. More like a bedtime story told by my mother every night since I was born. But unlike most bedtime stories, it was true, proven by the mark on my wrist.
Now that, as I was told, needed to be kept secret. If people saw a burn mark in the shape of a pentagram, who knows what could happen. Not that I would get hurt or anything, Satan had a purpose for me. A true, dark destiny, one I am honored to accept.
The ultimate proof of my purpose were the dreams. They started when I turned 16. The night of my birthday, I had the dream. I saw a boy. Maybe six or seven. He pins a dead rat to a wall, watching it's blood drip stains of red. He giggles cutely before running away, into a bedroom, painted blue. I see him lay in his bed, a slowly drift to sleep. In only seconds. The dark night, becomes bright as the sun shines through the window, illuminating his face. The gorgeous, carefully sculpted features of not a six year old, but a teen, about sixteen. He is still sound asleep, but turns to his left side and his soft golden curls are stretched away from his ear. That is when I see it. The burn, similar to mine, but he's no demon. He's the Antichrist.
Night after night, year after year the dreams occur. But they aren't dreams. They are visions, his life. As his chosen guardian, soul mate and future Queen of hell, I get to watch from afar as he goes on his course. I have to be sure he finds his purpose and follows the plan.
According to the plan, I finally met the 'man' of my dreams through my next door neighbor and my mother's best friend and fellow believer in Satan. Mrs, Mead was the only person, beside my parents and I who had seen the mark, she knew who I was and she addored me. When she was on her way home with him, she called my mother, who had me clean up and doll up, wanting to look the part. I've seen him, watched him, I know all there is to know about him, both sides, human and supernatural being. I know what he wants. I know what he needs. Me.
He simply smiled and waved. When we were introduced. But his expression changed to a smirk, when my mark was brought to his attention. He then took my hand, kissing my mark gently, before pulling me roughly, toward him. In his tight embrace, I could feel it, the tug at my heart, at my soul, and in his deep, blue eyes, I could tell he felt it too. We are one.
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It's been weeks since Michael and I joined the survivors in outpost 3. The familiar building where he lived for a short time, studying under the warlocks, where he used to sneak me in after dark, just so I can sneak back out into the woods, before he was called to begin his studies. The very same school building, where I joined him in slautering the warlocks. Every. Last. One.
I am currently pacing the floor and rubbing my swollen, pregnant belly in his old room.the very same room where we spent many nights together. Where we made love, usually covered in our own blood, after summoning his Father for advice and reassurance. The same room where we chanted the satanic vows, bonding us in marriage under satan.
There is a party going on just downstairs. A party that I helped plan. The party that I so desperately wanted to observe. The party that is bringing the end of the few final lives here on earth.
I hear the familiar clank of a cane, signaling miss. Veneble and our robotic Mrs Meade approaching our room. They enter and miss. Veneble threatens mine and Michaels lives. I smirk and giggle lightly as Micheal's deep laugh thunders through the room. Moments later, veneble's body is laying in a puddle of blood on the floor. And Micheal takes a moment to clear the intentional fog that blocks Mrs. Meade's programing.
he finishes his explanation and Meade, pulls us both into a warm, familiar hug. The moment is suddenly disturbed by a feeling that I hoped to never have again. I steal a glance toward my husband, who doesn't have to read my mind, to know what's happening. " those damn witches!" +
********time skip*******
An evil laugh escapes my lips as I watch Micheal snaps the neck of that mouthy witch. We haven't had this much fun since we slaughtered the survivors in the other outpost. He smiles at me, knowing what must occur next. I blow him a quick kiss, before following the other witches toward the bathroom. They think their plan is fool proof. But my Master has a backup plan. ME!
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I find a spot in the hallway, just outside the bathroom, where Mallory soaks in the tub, awaiting her full power to appear. I hear Cordelia talking to Micheal from below me, I chuckle at our hidden joke. God isn't the only one who knows what's in the future. I close my eyes, sending a final ' I love you' through my mind. I know he got the message, and I begin my ritual.
I pull my dagger from my leather boot and slice my arm, just as I hear Cordelia curse at Michael before I hear her body thump to the ground. I paint our symbol with my blood as I chant the sacred mantra that I memorized as a child. Within seconds my eyes flutter shut and darkness consumes me.
I come to my senses and sit up, leaning against a tree, for support. I am feeling dizxy and weak, time travel and blood loss does that. And I know that I need to gather my strength for the next step. I rub my belly again, soothing my Antichrist offspring, and I take notice of my surroundings. Just to my left is the infamous murder house, which means Michael is just across the street. My attention turns toward the sound of a door slamming shut, revealing my Michael, well not mine, this one is a few years younger, much younger than I am now, but my spell will take care of that.
I stand up, but stay by the tree to brace myself for the inevitable events. I know what's coming and I also know that I can't stop it, they have to think they've won. I hear the loud roar of a car engine and fight back the urge to push my love out of the way. I know the plan. ' stay calm, it will work' I whisper to myself, my child kicks at the sound of my voice, reminding me I'm not alone as I watch in horror. Mallory slams on her breaks before backing up, crushing Michael not once but three fucking times. Constance notices, but remains still until the car is long gone. I remain in my place as she moves to attend to Micheal's mangled body. " go to hell" she seethes out, dropping him back in the road.
" you first bitch!" I shout as I make my way to him, dragging from the road. I then mumble a curse of sickness and painful death, before I turn my attention to the dying boy before me. I perch on the sidewalk, pulling his head into my lap." Time for rebirth, my love" I whisper, before I recite another incantation while I slowly move my hands across his body. I hear his bones snap back into place, and watch as bloody cuts and even small scrapes vanish.
He takes in a deep gasp for air, shifting slightly, before sitting up completely. He takes a short look at me, before hugging !me tightly. Oh how I missed this, it's only been a few hours since we last embraced each other, but it felt like decades. He pulls away, only now realizing he's hugging a complete stranger.
" who are you? What happened?" He rapidly fires questions at me. My name is Y/N. I saw what happened and needed to help." I respond, waiting for him to ask me how I healed him. " but, how did you? " there it is. " I promise. Everything will make since soon, just trust me, Michael " at the mention of his name, which I shouldn't know, his brows crinkle in confusion, but he doesn't question it " well, Y/N, you did just save me, so of course I trust you." " good" I say, pulling him to his feet. " one more thing" he only looks at me, waiting for me to continue. " you need to kiss me"
He is hesitant at first, but our lips soon connect. After that I feel the same electric pull of our souls that I felt, so long ago, in another life. The kiss ends, but continue to hold him close as the memories of our past life, floods through his head. His eyes widen and I close mine to summon all my strength for last part. Whispering some words, a poem of lost love, before opening them again. Instead of a young teenage boy, I see my husband before me, his long golden hair falling past his shoulders.
He looks down at my belly, and he lightly mesages it. Smiling widely at me, before pulling me into a tight hug. " oh. My demon girl, how ive missed you" he whispers as he ushers me down the sidewalk. I cant help steal glances at him, in all his glory.Now looking the proper age, to father the new Antichrist. I told you our MASTER had a plan.
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The Fall of Cordonia
Chapter Five
Trigger Warning: Suicide and Violence
Word Count: 1720
A/N: Thank you @burnsoslow for prereading most of this and @sirbeepsalot for bouncing ideas around and saving my ass again.
Only one or two chapter left.
Olivia shifted away cautiously, her eyes focused on Amalas, as she prepared to defend herself to the death. Her heart pounding with great exertion, her Nevrakis blood pumping ravenously through icy veins, preparing for a battle that was too soon to wage. The price she was paying for Cordonia was worth it, but, only if she succeeded.
She reaches for the garter under her skirt, ready to strike, to end Amalas once and for all. This was the plan months ago, but, if they ever had any hopes of finding the young prince, she fears an impulsive move could be disasterous. She grips the handle tighter, droplets of moisture pool to her colorless face, confident that she is in her element. This is what she was born for and every fiber of her being, validates her skills.
Amalas glares into her green eyes, the ones that carry a hint of red hot fire and brimstone, reading Olivia like a book. Its at this moment she knows...Olivia is a traitor, but, not to the one she thought.
A rage burrows itself deep in her skin with her smile matching Olivia's curled grin.
Both women bite their lips, curious as to whom would be stealthier, more lethal, more accurate. Amalas clutches her hidden dagger, so sharp, it can cut tension and betrayal with a single swipe.
Olivia's background in weaponry and her position on top of Amalas gives her the edge. Sensing her advantage, she makes her move. Her knife slides smoothly from her garter as Amalas raises her dagger from the floor.
A clash of metal thunders together, Amalas kicking Olivia off of her, she drops to the floor, landing gracefully on her back. The Black Widow raises her dagger as she straddles the Scarlett Duchess, whom is able to pierce her side, halted by ribs from taking out her hardened heart.
Amalas falls to her side, clutching the fresh wound, blood seeping like a broken dam. Olivia knows this battle is far from over-this is just the first cut, but, then again...the first cut is usually the deepest.
She flashes a superior smile, intense heat radiating from her heaving chest, it's time to go on the offensive. Father said to never underestimate the enemy while they're down.
She stands upright, circling Amalas like a vulture, her teeth gritting, adrenaline surging, waiting eagerly for the kill shot. Her enemy winces, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain, not even close to being finished.
Olivia steadies herself into the defensive position, "Where is Prince Nikolas?"
Amalas locks her gaze on Olivia, a slight chuckle comes out as she slashes her dagger through empty air. She wants just one hit on Olivia, to even the score, to shed the blood of the Cordonian traitor on Monterriso ground. She sways her body, feet planted firmly, "So, that's what this was.....well played Duchess...you certainly fooled me".
"It was easier than I anticipated", Olivia jets back, avoiding the next slash in her direction, "you should know by now, never trust a Nevrakis". She lunges her knife forward, grazing Amalas' arm and in return is met with a dagger lodged into her upper shoulder. Olivia's knife launches away from her.
Amalas grabs a glass vase from the end table of the sofa and shatters it across Olivia's head. Her red hair is littered with glass as she bounces off the floor.
Without hesitation, Amalas strikes, jerking the dagger from Olivia's shoulder and gripping it solidly above her lean frame.
She underestimates me. Olivia reaches for her arm, using strength and speed to force Amalas to lose her power over her. A struggle ensues between two equally, lethal women of great intelligence and tactics.
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Liam received the encrypted text from Olivia just mere moment's after returning from his press conference.
He watches Riley swallow another pill to help her anxiety, sometimes she's there, sometimes she not. After placing her glass on the table beside her, she can feel his gaze on her and it causes her to shake violently in fear. It doesn't take much to trigger her, a word, his cologne, touch, the sound of doors opening....everything and anyone is Bradshaw. He taunts her in her sleep and during consciousness, keeping her baby away from her with one hand and touching her intimately with the other.
She grips her sheets tighter and Liam can tell that the tension is rising in her, she's preparing her mind to relive her hell again. He yells for the psychiatrist as her relentless, desperate pleas for help shout from her lips. She's trapped again and there is nothing he can do to save her, except one thing, and he is close to making it a reality for her.
As the doctor comes in to attend to her, he walks to his closet, grabbing a small carry on bag, stuffing it with only the essentials. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, Daddy is coming Nikolas.
Liam steps out from the closet, longing to hold his wife, to tell her everything is going to be okay, but, she can't handle it. He whispers his love to her from across the room and exits, he has to meet Drake and Bastien at the car. Can he truly defeat the evil forces working against him? Is Olivia's information correct about Nikolas' possible whereabouts? He didn't know, only time would tell.
To everyone in Cordonia, Olivia went missing in Valtoria, yet, Liam knew she had been working to uncover Amalas' plans for months. The day of the attack, the widow met with him under the guise of peace, but, he sees now that it was a distraction to separate him from his child, his heir.
Under the hidden blanket of darkness, careful to avoid watchful eyes, Liam, Drake and Bastien leave for the airport.
Liam bounces his leg wildly in the plain, unmarked car, his nerves getting the best of him, sweaty palms wiped dry on his pants.
Drake gives him a sympathetic look as he peaks back from the front passenger seat, but, doesn't say anything, knowing Liam is processing this plan in his mind. Everyone in Cordonia had heard enough of the "it's going to be okay's", to last forever. Truth be told, Drake didn't know if it would, the whole thing was so fucking risky, why tell Liam a lie.
As the car pulls up to the Royal Jet, Liam stares at Drake for a moment, a look of trepidation and fear. On Drake's shoulders, he was placing the most important task he had ever trusted anyone to do. To him, however, if Drake couldn't do it, no one could.
"Be careful Liam".
"Don't worry about me....just get Nik...please".
Drake nodded as Liam stepped from the car, bag in hand, and boarded the plane to Monterisso. He was meeting with Amalas, without security, without a friend, alone. Olivia would have to his only protection.
In case they were followed, Drake and Bastien drove to a small, undamaged airfield in Ramsford, boarding a private plane. They, too, were headed for Monterisso, in hopes of finding Nikolas and bringing him home.
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Riley tossed and turned in her bed, the light of the full moon shining through the window. Suddenly, her breath became more labored, her eyes fluttered rapidly, her throat became tighter.
She sat up, pulling the blanket closer to her chest, her brown eyes sweeping the room, catching glimpses of Bradshaw in every corner. She couldn't scream, her body frozen , the room spinning in chaos around her. He was haunting her, the laughing, the crying, the blood of Leo dripping from her trembling hands.
She looked at the space on the bed next to her, Liam laid there with his hands rested on his stomach and a dagger sticking from his chest.
"L..Liam?", she whispered in astonishment.
Her head bobbed and weaved, she had no more tears to offer. She rolled suddenly to her side, dropping to the floor below, covering her ears.
Riley could still hear the voices, the cackles, the mocking, "GO AWAY!!!".
In one week, she had lost her son, Maxwell, her dignity, Leo, and now, she believes, the only man she ever loved. What did she have left to live for? A godforsaken country that would be a constant reminder of what she sacrificed for it.
She lifted a shaky hand to her night table, searching for her pitcher of water. Once she found it, she poured the liquid on the floor next to her. With her heart beating faster and emptiness filling her body, she shattered the glass container on the leg of her table.
Riley picked up the largest piece she could find and placed it against her wrist. Pressing deeply, the first drop of blood came to the surface and ran the length of her arm.
"Riley!!!"
She jolted and paused to search for the familiar voice that brought her comfort once again, "Maxwell..... is that you?"
All the chaos and fear dissipated from the room. All went silent and her physical pain from the injuries were felt again. With great difficulty, she lifted herself enough from the floor to see if Liam was dead on their bed. He was gone, but, even in her relief, she had a feeling something bad was going to happen to him.
Her bedroom door opened and she heard rapid footstep approaching. The nurse assigned to her crouched down beside her to scan her self wounded wrist. The nurse ran out and returned with her first aid kit and began to bandage the small wound Riley had inflicted.
"Where is the King?", she asked.
"Your Majesty, he had to leave for the night"
Riley lowered her head, watching intently on the bandage being placed around her wrist and the feeling of unease returned.
She searched the nurses confused eyes, her jaw tensed, "He's.. not coming home".
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Liam was escorted to the door by Amalas' guards, as shouts and clashing echoed from inside. He could distinctly hear Olivia in distress and he attempted to open the door himself, but, was stopped by her guards from proceeding.
Frantic, he yells in his kingly voice, "Amalas!"
The fighting stops and seconds later the door slowly opens; its her, battered, bloodied, and breathless.
Even in distress, a toothy grin forms on her face at his presence.
"Liam".
"Amalas"
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A Flash fan fiction ❤️
By ShipersAnonymous and Annasorayasmith
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I remember.
I remember it all. In flashes of red. The agony. The betrayal. The sound of my heart breaking. The silence as they each forgot about me.
As they left me behind.
I remember. And I don't intend to forgive.
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Author's Note:
A-hoy there shippers!
So I've been biting my tongue to keep this in cause I'm terrible at keeping secrets! But it's finally here!
I can't tell you how over the moon I am at this collaboration with @annasorayasmith who trusted me enough with her thoughts and let me put them into words.
I've never done anything like this before and this story has so much it's a challenge to find out which angle is better suited to tell the story (their all so good!). I hope that together we can do the story justice and hope that you enjoy it!
We've mixed a little Godly mythology into this with a bit of romance, a lot of familial drama and a splash of angst! It's a Barry/Eobard fic but to my shippers out there don't worry West-Allen will still form apart of this wild mix!
To my lovely co-author, thank you a million times over for sharing your imagination with me and believing in my skills enough to let me copilot. I look forward to reaching our destination but I'm stoked for the journey we're embarking on!
All aboard!!!
XOXO
💜🖤
*************Cliffhanger Warning*************
Prologue
His chubby fingers curled over the bar of gold that formed part of the crib’s frame. With curious eyes, he lifted himself onto the tips of his toes and peered inside. A flushed face, wrinkled and topped with a thin sheet of glossy, auburn hair, rested soundly against the mattress. The creature looked so small and fragile, like if he reached in hard enough he could hold its head between his infantile hands and squeeze with enough pressure to make it burst.
He smiled at the malevolent thought.
As if sensing his darkened intent, the babe’s lips trembled before a holler, loud and panicked pushed out of them.
Strong voice for such a tiny thing.
His mother came rushing in, the worry in her eye unmistakable, fuelling his hatred. She swooped the hollering child into her arms and pressed it against her bosom. With the honey milk voice she used to reserve just for him, a song echoed from her chest and ruffled the clouds that they called home. The love in each note pronounced. The admiration and affection clear in each word.
The lullaby breaking his heart.
He shuffled to his mother’s side with his head hung in sadness. With the gentleness mastered only by a child, he tugged at her skirt for attention.
“Ami?” he called, a name he’d lovingly kept from his days as a babbling infant learning to speak, but his call went unanswered. Her attention had been captured by the creature that now laid still in her embrace.
The embrace stolen from him.
“Ami?” he tried again and this time her gaze turned towards him, her body continued its gentle sway as she danced with the little god.
“Achilles, my sweet, hush a moment and let mama put Apollo to sleep.” she pleaded softly, the affection in her golden eyes shining through like the rays of the rising sun. He could never deny her a wish when she smiled at him so warmly. So he swallowed down his pride with hopes that his good behaviour would win her favour enough for him to keep her love. As she carried on singing and swaying, he diligently held on to her skirt.
His tiny palm began to sweat and he tightened his grip. His unripe muscles thumped with a dull ache and stiffness, yet little Achilles persisted.
He was too afraid to let go.
At last she replaced the child in its bed of gold and turned her full attention onto him. His heart beat hopeful that his determination had paid off and when she smiled down at him he reached out his arms, begging her to pick him up. Needing to be encapsulated by her warmth, reassured that he hadn’t lost her. Instead she knelt down before him and drew him in for a hug.
“My sweet, sweet Achilles. I’m afraid I no longer poses the strength to carry you like I used to. You’ve grown so much,” she says once they pull apart and her eyes sparkle with a gleam of sadness, coloured by a hint of maternal pride. But little Achilles, small as he was, failed to read the emotion on her face and simply attached meaning to her words.
Was he now too big because she had a smaller model to compare him too? Was she now too weak because her strength had been exhausted on the creature that lay fast asleep in his crib? Regardless of the reason, there was a single common thread in both explanations.
Apollo.
This fiend he had to call brother had stolen from him the one thing he treasured most. The one fortune the stars had granted him. The love of his mother. He could feel it in the core of his very being.
“Iris!” his father’s thunderous voice boomed from a distance and she turned her head towards the sound.
“In a minute my lord,” she called back.
“Your father is in need of me, I must make haste. I plead thee, Achilles, do not wake thy brother,” she asked and he nodded.
As a reward for his compliance he received a kiss on the forehead before his mother took her leave. He waited till he was truly alone and approached the sleeping babe. Peering into the cot once again, he was filled with a dark determination to see his beloved mother rid of the parasite that harmed her so. With no one there to bare witness his eyes flickered a deep red and the corners of his lips turned up into a grin that rid his childish face of all its innocence. The old woman had warned him that the child that grew within his mother would bring nothing but misery. If she was right about that she must have been right about his quest.
It was his destiny to save his Ami. To rid the heavens of the abomination that shared his father’s blood with him. To be a hero that only a son of Zeus could be. As the seed planted itself into his naïve little heart and took root, the red glow died out of his eyes but it did not disappear completely. It simply slumbered behind the hazel of his irises, awakening each time he laid eyes on his bother.
…
The red in his eyes glows brighter than ever before as Eobard, triumphantly gazes down at a semi-conscious Barry. The loud roar of thunder drowns out Barry’s pained whimpers but the grimace on his bloody and bruised features is enough to appease Thawne’s sadistic hunger for the time being.
The blood stained rain drops, drip from his fingers to pool at his feet where it joins the river of red streaming from Barry, whose breaths are shallow. Each inhale agonising as it vibrates through his shattered ribs. Each exhale bringing him closer to his end.
Barry’s vision is blurred from the swelling of his eyes and bloody rain that wets his lashes, and yet he can still make out the haunting red orbs that glow like demon flashlights.
“W-Why?” he manages to whisper, searching for closure. A reason for his sudden and unjustified demise. Eobard let’s out a spine chilling cackle that slices through the night air, bleeding into the symphony of the storm.
“Poor, unsuspecting fool,” he spits.
“So naïve!” he punctuates his point with a kick to Barry’s side. The young man groans out in pain, a soft, tortured sound as he is too weak to scream.
“So unaware…” another kick.
“…Of the gift you’ve been granted. The honour bestowed upon you. So unworthy of the blood of Zeus.” A sneer of disgust crosses his lips as he gazes down at the weak, trembling figure at his feet. The thought that he is somehow connected to the whimpering mess, shames him. It dulls the glory of the Godly name bestowed upon him.
“Your existence is a mistake! A universal miscalculation. An error bound to bring misery to who’s ever path you cross.” Eobard sneers as he takes the two steps needed to close the distance his kicks had opened between them. Barry simply lays on his back, barely conscious, his eyes closed, his mind flipping through his memories with Iris to help ease his physical pain.
Her smile. Her touch. The sweet smell of her skin. The softness of her lips. The feel of her hair between his fingers. The lively sparkle in her eyes.
“But I intend to fix that.” Thawne declares as he sinks down on one knee and violently grabs Barry by the collar. The brisk movement sends a shock wave of pain through the injured boy’s body and forces his eyes to open as much as the swelling will allow.
Fear slithers into his heart.
“It’s why I was born. My destiny. And believe me when I say….”
Thawne holds his free hand up for Barry to see and though his vision is still impaired, Barry hears the moment his hand begins to vibrate. It’s a gut twisting sound that creeps into his bones and paralyses him. He’s never heard it before but something in him recognises it as a bad omen.
Death is coming.
“… that I’m going to enjoy the honour of ending your worthless life.” An evil smile of satisfaction thins Thawne’s lips as the prospect of his victory gives him the last bit of strength he needs.
A bolt of lightning lights up the sky with the brilliance of stadium lights.
A thunder clap, deafening like the roar of a mighty lion, rattles the wet earth.
Thawne, oblivious to it all, begins to lower his deadly hand onto Barry’s chest.
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Motonari's route
Chapter(s) posted:
1. This freak won't have me
2. Kick him in the teeth
Please, teach me a better way to create link because I can't do it by myself
Chapter 3: This trick never worked at human's memory
Tag: @towa-no-yume @r-f-a-journalists
When I open my eyes the first thing I feel is an acute headache: the hands run through the hair until I discover a bump. I press it to see if I feel the pain and then I whimper like a baby: it hurts a lot. Why I'm so stupid? I take a look around me and I notice I'm in a cold and empty cell. The room is surrounded by three wooden walls and before me there's an iron grille. Here and there on the floor against the wall there are spooky chains that make me chill and smile nervously. At this moment I heard the rolling waves and I understand I'm on a ship.
Where I am? How many time has passed since my kidnap? I must return to the Oda right now! A lot of hours passed since I left Azuchi castle: I told to Hideyoshi I'd come back after lunch, so probably they have already noticed my absence.
I try open the door but, obviously, is locked and I look around to find something to force the look, but the room is empty, except the chain on the wall. Then I took a clip from my hair and, holding it tight in the hand, I pray:"At human memory this trick never worked, but, please, if there's even the littlest chance, make it happens". Great, now I pray to objects like they were gods!
I plug the clasp in the door lock but, as I expected, it doesn't work. Pushed by despair, I retry again and again, but after a large number of failed attempts and swears, finally I give up and I lean my back on the wall. A man appears in front of me: he's very tall and his body is made by tons of muscles, his eyes shining with malice. With a look I understand this man is a brute and he doesn't hesitate to use violence and if I had to fight against him, I'd probably die. "Who are you and why I'm here?" I demand, but he laughs dryly:"I'm the one who makes the questions here, little girl" and he opens the door. As he spoke, I recognize him as the man who kidnapped me. He enters in the cell and leaves open the door. I try to gain more time:"I understand why you kidnapped me: I'm very close to the Oda commanders and your boss wants information about them", Well, at least you are not stupid, that makes easier my work. So little girl, talk about your friends" he comments. "The problem is exactly about this: you see, I'm only their maid and I don't know anything about their future moves, so keep me here is useless" I lie and I walk towards the door. But the man grabs my hair, making me moan for the pain and yells at me:"You think I'm so stupid to believe you? I'm not a fool! In Azuchi people say Nobunaga brought you to battle on his horse His voice becomes lower, still being threatening:"If you don't tell me spontaneously all you know about them, I'll make you confess with the bad manners". And when he shows a bag full of torture instruments and I'm terrified. I don't know very much about torture, but I can imagine how much they'd hurt my body. I want to scream for help, but I know nobody will save me. My face gets paler. I know already how this will finish: this man will torture me until I speak, but I don't know anything, so he'll kill me for nothing. I'll die for anything!!
"I'm not his lover: I'm his maid and I have been staying in Azuchi for a few days. I don't know anything about them and if I knew something, I surely won't talk to you" I repeat using a quiet voice to not make him angrier. "Bad answer" he smiles sadistically, almost happy about my resistance and slaps me so violently to turn my head. "Try again, little girl, but the next time I won't so merciful".
"And if I don't confess what are you going to?" I bravely provoke him. The Oda forces helped me a lot and I won't betray them for my own safety. "I'll break all of your bones and if you won't talk, then I'll cut the tendons of your hands and your feet. If you still won't confess I'll remove your eyes, then I'll tear your ears and finally I'll cut your tongue" his threats scare me a lot, but I won't give up my loyalty. He takes from the bag a strange object and he places it near to my nails.
No no no no. Please, somebody help me!
I close the eyes too scared to watch, but at that moment I hear a new voice:"Yoshitoko, what are you doing here? I'm sure the captain hasn't told you to torture this girl since he is out to collect information with a few men. So I wonder: whose order are you following?". I open my eyes and I see a young man who's throwing diggers with the glare at the man in front of me. The newcomer is younger than this man, but somehow the eldest has to obey him. "The captain is still a child, quartermaster: if all of us wait for his command, we'd have alredy died. He doesn't know what to do and he's not able to keep the promise he made" he growls, "He's the captain, not you: he knows what's the best for us better than you. You are only able to hurt people and torture them, for this reason you won't be a captain. Now leave, Yoshitoko" The man speaks with a rough voice and I can feel the subtle threat he silently implies. I except a Yoshitoko's reaction, but he obeys whispering something.
Left alone, the young man is more relaxed walks towards me and I step back, so he reassures me:"I don't want to hurt you. I want to check your wound". I let him check my arm. I groan for the pain when he tries to move it. He looks more friendly than his colleague, so I try to ask:"Can you tell me who are you and how many days passed since my kidnap? Will you torture me again to seek information I don't have?". He sighs: "The arm is broken, now I call a doctor so he can help you better. Now you are on a pirate ship and you were kidnapped by Yoshitoko yesterday, following captain's order. Now the captain is away, but in a short time he'll be back and will decide what to do about you". "Earlier I said the truth: I don't know anything about Nobunaga's future plans. Keep me here he's useless" I whisper, "Even if you don't know anything you'll probably stay here as a political hostage to be used against your friends" the man explains my situation. The sadness overwhelms me to the thought I'll be used against my friends: I can't do this to them. "But as I told you is the captain to decide, so he could even release you" he tries to reassure me, but I have no illusions: if I were in his position I'll do the same. I even realize probably I won't be able to go back to my time. No way this will happen! The man says they wait for their captain, so it means the ship is still in the port: that makes my escape more easily. The man is inside the cell and the grill is open: all I have to do is run and don't be caught. But the pirate in front of me is still vigil even if he's more relaxed, surely is ready to catch me and even I'd beat him he'll give the alarm. No, escape at this moment is too risky but if I don't do it right now later would be impossible.
The only thing I can do is talk with the captain: I'm even ready to beg for my release, it's necessary. "The captain will be here in a few hours, so be more patient" he ends the conversation. "What kind of man is your captain?" I wonder, "The captain? Is an edgy man. He treats with respect his subordinates, but he doesn't trust anyone except me on this ship. Is the type of person who can be your friend but he stabs you in the back some minutes after" he responds. So he's a bastard and the possibilities he'd let me go are very low.
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It's almost evening and Hideyoshi is worried: y/n told him this morning she'd have gone in the city until lunchtime, but she didn't come back. He asked around but nobody was able to tell him where y/n was. He alerted Nobunaga who decided to hold a war council to find her. Hideyoshi expresses all of his worry and Mitsunari takes word with a stern look on his face:"I'm quite worried as well, Lord Hideyoshi. We should look after her".
"Maybe she escaped after she went to war, after all, was her first time on a battlefield. I won't be surprised" Mitsuhide suggests with his cunning tone, but a more careful eye can see a glimpse of worry. In the past days, he went to some places with a very horrible reputation and in a red light district and he noticed a lot of Portuguese men who acted too much secretive for being simply merchant. They were really cautious: they gazed around before speaking with someone and once Mitsuhide risked revealing his true identity. Just today he succeeded to talk with a man after days of failures, but what he discovered was suspicious arms traffic. He didn't discover anything about y/n's missing. And the possibilities she's been kidnapped are not low. "My lucky charm is not a coward, Mitsuhide: she proved it during the war"
Nobunaga scolds him, "Then I suppose we should look after her" snorts Ieyasu. "As if you hadn't done it before, before" teases Mitsuhide: Ieyasu's contrarian reactions are always a delight for him.
"Lord Ieyasu is always so kind" Mitsunari praises him. Ieyasu scolds him:"I told you I wasn't searchi-", "Enough! Each of you will send your own scouts in the city to collect information" Nobunaga stops the discussion. Once the council ends, all the warlord obey to Nobunaga orders, sending men in the city and its surroundings with the order to search for y/n and arrest everyone look suspicious. But as time passes, nobody finds y/n.
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TharnType The Series Ep. 9 Review
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Why it is supposed to be Tharn who got hit? I don't understand, is it because of the promise he made about never forget what they were said last night or what? If that so, it means Type don't believe Tharn yet, meung maeng... (usually in the book there will be any explanation about his emotion, yet I don't read them yet) Type, you saw it clearly that the one who tried to kiss first was P'San, you just got the bite from P'San.
P'San.... He is such a drama king. What do you want? Tharn still defending Type... (Proud of the hubby)
YESSSSS, FINALLY HE SAID IT. YESSS HE IS YOUR. SAID IT SO HE CAN MOVE AWAY... 3 TIMES CLRAFICATION, STILL NOT ENOUGH P'SAN? What? What is this? Tharn... What did you two plan for Type? Bad..... "Yes, I belong to you" Tharn. That smile for something you hide or the smile of satisfaction, Ai Tharn?
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Damn..... A PLOT TWIST. You such a helper.... I'm sorry P'San but your attitude in the previous episode show us bad feeling about you. Phom khot khot na... Yes everything that P'San said was right but he doesn't know Type, right? We understand that Type won't declare his relationship, yet P'San force him to do it, good also bad thing. You played with others' feeling. P'San care so much about Tharn and we knew that Tharn always cover everything for Type. But do you know that P'San actually very satisfy with Type? You can see it when P'San smiles after went out from the room. A thing he found is Type's possessiveness prove his feeling toward Tharn and will never break up with him. And it is added by Type himself when he said anything about what he got from this situation.
"I hate it when he won't just leave you alone." P'Sarn care so much at him na, he is worried for Tharn happiness.
"I hate when he acts as if he knows everything about you." He knew almost everything Type, they already knew each other for years moreover he is his brother best friend, P'Thorn might be explained everything about Tharn to him already.
"Hate that you are his first love." It cannot be changed, and yes it is deeply hurt but no one can change the past.
He such adorable big baby... This scene makes me cry for happiness, proud and love to both of them. Look at Type's madness face and look at Tharn's happiness and satisfy smile. Those are getting cuter...
Now he considers about Tharn's feeling and more concern to declare his relationship. Tharn still doesn't want to force him. Why is Tharn so perfect? Too perfect to be real in a person. Tharn's smiles are really precious to me, you give everyone happiness ja....
I got some fact about P'San from the original subber account JayBL on Twitter. We and Tharn knew that P'Sarn love Tharn so much but it didn't work because Tharn doesn't have any feeling toward P'Sarn since the beginning. The reason why Tharn gave him in was because his curiosity about his sexual interest and to prove it, he agreed to have S with P'Sarn to make sure his feeling toward man. Besides, Tharn said he likes the role between Him and Type which mean as a Top. This is also another reason for Tharn to refuse P'Sarn who is also a Top. Top with Top, may be they only will do a sword fight (?) Sorry....
Another fact, P'Sarn said "Tharn has suffered enough heartbreak, don't make him experience it again". Tharn actually had a lot of ex-es, yet Tharn was the one who never say break up. So yes he suffered enough in relationship. Sacrificing his own feeling to let his lover go. Once again, I'll say we are the same. So glad that you found the one now.
Yes, last time he was crying all night long at the Bar Ai Type. You such a j*rk back then. "Friend who is more just a friend. I just want to let people know that you're mine" Type. I'm proud na Type. Lucky you Ai Tharn.
"BTW, the toilet is pretty empty. You can get busy in there." P'Jeed. LMAO don't read someone's mind P'Jeed. That expression Tharn make. How cute he is...
So, she is the girl who always give Tharn drink after his performance. P'Gea, don't be so aggressive by giving Type your number. Ai Type what's that mean with "is talking all you want to do?". Talking like this at the front of Tharn's face, well better than behind. It is not funny Ai Type to get him Jealous, your game isn't fun at all.
Oh my god, not in public bro... No.... I don't understand this situation. What's the perpose of it, what's the point? Yes, you provoking him Ai Type so what do you want? Ohh my.... It just about cheating. You had talk right? How can one of you do such a thing. If you want to make sure, don't be like this. Just talk again in a good way. WHAT THE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Do you need to kick him like that? He is your bf, do you need to always hurt him? Man.... (Sigh)
Tharn: possesive?
Type: wanna die?
Hahahahahaha...... Both of you are ridiculous. Sad, Champ lose his friendship with those girl. May I blame at you, Type? So innocence, it was one of your fault too. Yes, I hate this kind of person too Champ, someone who never show up in class but can be so smart beside we had tried so hard to be smart. Is Type has B or AB blood type? These people can't be predicted how smart they are. "because right now, that person is already falling head over heels for me" Type, fact is true but surely you full of yourself.
Stop by to switch the car, what is the purpose of it? Can't you just use your regular car? Not acceptable reason. Sawaddi khrap P'Thorn, yes you look intimidating. Lolaen... P'Thorn following Type's IG? How come Type doesn't know? And he is such a real stalker, unbelievable with that look of him. Thanya.... Hahahah you guys can't do talking freely. Yes YOU DID A GOOD JOB! HAHAHA my god she is cute for calling their parents. Such an innocence girl. Welcome trouble, man... Behave. You'll meet your father & mother in laws. No, khun dad, Tharn always comfort him every day and night, regularly please him. Lmao. Yes, family trip to Pang-an so you guys can get married sooner. Lol. Poor P'Thorn, I can feel that pain. Jebb at the feet also at the heart. Wrong target for kicking Ai Type. Hahaha such a supportive big bro, I feel more bad for Thorn. Yes of course khun mom, Type KNEW P'SARN who always play games with P'Thorn and Play other "thing" with Tharn back then. Thanya such a little angel, they can't refuse you na... Type's face always show his emotions, being so much fooled in a day. HAHAHA
Morning kiss, "you said you wanted it" Type. You should ask for morning S, Ai Tharn. You can have his morning b*ner right now. Lol
Chai.... You know him a lot now, Ai Type. Euuu, Techno needs to find any information about you two by himself because you never tell him any small clues. He changed a lot Techno, he care and more care to his hubby. Always be a third-wheel, you will get used to it even I never used to it since the 1st episode. Lol. Ai Lhong, bad impression at the frist meeting. The newbie Nong Song is kind of cute, his way of speaking, those tones, adorable....
Okay, Tharn, we see your charismatic aura. Yup, such a cool guy playing a drum like that, everyone always fall to people who can play instruments especially in a band. Don't sing by yourself like that Ai Tharn, you give me a goosebump. Euuu that is for Type but you send the effect to us as well. Again, such a perfect man.
They letting No to sleep over? Seriously? I hope there will be nothing happen. I can't imagine if No see something he shouldn't see. Wify.... Okay Tharn.... Texhno is sleep talking, how cute. Lol. "Tharn, I'm curious, your face when you were playing is looked so goddamn sexy" Type, I never thought Type would say such a thing but yup he was hot. "For me music is like sex that gives me a climatic pleasure" Tharn, bro it is kind of deep but still can't imagine the climatic pleasure when playing a music, different point of view, may be I can't understand it because I'm not a musician but sometime when hearing a song I can get the climatic part of the emotions but not the same as the sex you were talking about. "You are my most cherished instrument" Tharn, Type as an instrument what kind of sound he can make? Owhhhh......... I know, don't say that it is "THE SCREAM" hahahahaha they didn't use "moaning", I think it is more sensual so they never use this word. Lol. WOW, I NEVER EXPECT IT WILL COME LIKE THIS AND NEVER THINK THAT TYPE WILL LOOK SO HORNY LIKE THAT. NO... DON'T... I'M NOT READY BROO.... Those moaning give me more goosebumps. NOOOO THEY TAKE OFF THE CLOTHES.... F*CK I FORGET THAT TECHNO IS THERE, BLESS HIS EYES, EARS AND PLEASE STRENGTHEN HIS HEART TO FACE THIS SITUATION (No, do you want to switch? I would like to see them. Lol) Now someone's know how dose the scream sound like. Feel bad for him.
"I can't wake up, I feel like my head is going to explode" Texhno, his brain stop working since last night Ai Type, he tried to refuse anything, any sound, any picture he got, he just tired to his limit. Poor him..... Remember Ai No, this time you will absolutely die if you spill this special tea. Lol.
Why suddenly Tum skip a class to pick up Tar? They are cute together.
Tharn trying to make a permission to tell Long about their relationship. Well, Type more reasonable now. This strange feeling come out from Long. What is this? I already felt it since I saw him at the first time. Those eyes, that look, I feel a mixing emotions. I suspect him that he likes Tharn or something like possessing him. The feeling of disappointed, being untrusted and unbelieving. There are two speculations I have here, first he likes Tharn and thought that he was single all the time so he can clingy at him. Second, he disappointed because as a best friend Tharn never tell him anything recently so he feels like being untrusted. Well, losing strength until he falls the glass, it is kind of strange attitude for hearing the news. That is why I accuse him to like Tharn. (Private property bro, you need to pay for the glass. Lmao) Sorry it's just my speculation. Then he went like he can't accept what he heard before. This guy keeps something.
Nong Song, if you want to have a faen so much, I don't mind to try it since you're cute. lol. Oww they finally meet and Tar missing Tharn, it will be an open case since their story keep untold.
"Hurry up and be my pillow" Type. I need my pillow too. There is a call from the unknown number. What is this? What will happen? Please don't give us more trial. My God. This series always end every episode with something that cannot be waited. (Sigh)
That is the review for TharnType Ep. 9. How is your opinion? There are so much to discuss, start from P'Sarn, change character of Type, Techno, Lhong and so much more. You can leave a comment below. So, see you next time.
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