#damn he really said ‘guess i’ll die!’ and then did
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🖤Fuck or die🖤
Paring: slasher! König x fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, mdni, dead dove do not eat, non-con so rape, cuckolding, unwilling cheating, oral, facefuck, dick piercing bc I know y’all like it, unprotected sex, blood, murder, gore in the end. This is only fiction, don’t take any of this too seriously! If you feel triggered by any of these tags - just scroll past!
Word count: 4k, holy fucking shit
A/n: not me writing this in one day, jesus fucking christ😮💨 It’s first time I wrote something so violent, but I think I did pretty good! Originally planned to post it on halloween night but I’m too eager to share!! Also, I tried my best to fix all mistakes by proofreading it 4 times, I really did, but I’m pretty sure that I left out some still
It’s been very uneasy in a small town where you lived - series of blatant murders shook up all inhabitants with their brutality. Cruelly butchered corpses gave a hint of culprit’s strength, so cops guessed it was a man. And the most terrifying thing about this whole situation was that this maniac was still on loose - he never left any evidences, not a damn thing - nothing that could give a clue of who he was. The only trace he’s ever left wasn’t an accident or his mistake, but a well-planned thing - after appearing nameless in numerous news reports and articles he finally decided to introduce himself, writing KÖNIG with his victim’s blood on white flooring, said victim’s two bloody teeth serving as umlaut.
And his motives behind picking out victims were just as unclear - there was nothing in common between all these people: he didn’t have any preferences in victim’s sex or age, their profession nor appearance - as long as they lived in one family house, to avoid anyone hearing their screams, you figured. It seemed that he simply loved killing, who that was - didn’t matter.
You can’t say how exactly it all happened. It was another evening that you were spending at your boyfriend’s place - Paul’s parents were out of town for a few days for anniversary of their wedding, leaving a huge house for their only son. You felt uneasy - there weren’t any new murders in over a month, people were scared that maniac will go “haunting” very soon, which meant that no one was safe.
Paul only cooed at you soothingly when you shared your worries with him, promising to “protect you from all weirdos out there”, placing a comforting kiss on your forehead. So to distract yourselves you decided to throw a movie night - stacking up with snacks and beer, Netflix window opened on a large tv-screen, ready to serve its purpose as you made last preparations.
Cuddled up on the comfy couch, your boyfriend’s comforting warmth slowly seeped into your tense muscles, you watched some corny comedy, groaning in tandem at poorly-made jokes. When suddenly a sound of shattered glass jolted you both up, staring tensely at each other.
- I’ll go check it, - Paul said, getting up and heading to the living room from where the noise came. Everything was quiet for a few long minutes, your fingers fiddled with loose string on the corner of fluffy blanket as you heard some crashing and your boyfriend’s angry shouting:
- Y/n, get out of here!
Then everything was as if in a blur; tall figure clad in all black stepped into the living room, white scream mask contrasting starkly, huge knife covered in thin layer of blood was shining in blue tv-light. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stared at the man in front of you - sticky feeling of fear seemed to fill every muscle in your body with heavy lead, making it impossibly hard to move even an inch. And then something in your head snapped, you threw yourself off the couch and towards the door opposite from killer, but he was way quicker - huge hands gripped you by your shoulders, rising you off your feet easily and dragging you back towards living room, your struggling and screaming did nothing to help.
You were now kneeling in front of this psycho, hands tied up tightly with coarse rope that dug painfully into your soft skin, surely leaving deep indents and dark bruises. Your boyfriend was laying on his side a few meters afar - bound by his wrists and ankles with same rope, crimson blood oozed out of deep stabbing wound in his stomach, nose obviously broken and bleeding - all these a result of his grapple with intruder, which obviously didn’t end in Paul’s favour.
- Please, - you weeped, tears and snot covered all of your face, whole body trembled with fear and adrenaline. - Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t kill me, - you managed to choke out, silent cries tore through your chest, their intensity made it hard for you to breathe - you were hysterical.
- Oh, I know you will, sweetheart, - mechanical voice said in mock sympathy. One huge glowed hand came up to cup your chin, causing you to jolt violently upon feeling the contact; murderer tilted your head upwards, your insides churning upon laying your eyes on white plastic of his mask.
His thumb rubbed soft circles on your wet cheek - it was almost ridiculous how gently he touched you. This made you sob even more, but you didn’t dare to turn away, too scared to anger him.
- That would be a shame to kill such a pretty little thing, after all, - maniac said, glove-clad pad of his thumb swiped over your trembling bottom lip, soft cotton absorbing the mixture of your tears and saliva glazing it. - I may have an idea. Wanna hear it?
Silence set in for a few long gut-wrenching seconds which was interrupted only by your quiet sobbing and sounds of your boyfriend struggling against tight ropes. Quiet squeal tore through your chest as huge hand squeezed your cheeks harshly, yanking your face upward, forcing you to look up at König. Your bleary from tears eyes fixed upon two black holes in his mask, where man’s eyes supposedly were.
- I said “wanna hear it”? - slasher gritted out, his tone harsh as he put heavy emphasis on every syllable he uttered, making you shrink even further into yourself. You nodded your head hastily, not wanting to try out your luck any more.
- Y-yes, - you stammered, your voice giving out making your response sound more like a kitten’s squealing rather than human speech. König stared at you for a few long silent seconds, your knees beginning to tremble from both fear and painful exposure to hard flooring, which soon irradiated onto the whole of your body.
- I’ve been watching you guys, you know? For a few weeks now, - he said nonchalantly, his grip on your face loosened, long fingers tracing intricate shapes on your cheeks and temples, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ears, getting it out of your eyes. A wave of hysterical cries threatened to tear through your throat upon hearing his words, but you tried to suppress them as much as you physically could, staying still before him.
- Yes, - his voice sounded delicate - as if one of those passionate lovers who proclaimed their tender feelings. - Seen you guys do stuff… kiss, cuddle, fuck. A pathetic view, to be honest, - as he said so, his fingers came to tangle in your messy hair, massaging your scalp with soft movements. You felt sick. This man with a dagger bigger than your forearm clasped tightly in one hand, was caressing you so tenderly with another one - his unpredictable behaviour was making your guts churn.
He turned toward your boyfriend who was still thrashing harshly, struggling with all his might against secure confines of tight rope. Your gaze shifted towards your lover as well - the sight made your heart ache - his blood - some already caked and some fresh and shiny - covered the whole bottom of Paul’s face, a makeshift gag out of piece of some fabric was tied skilfully around his head - by the looks of it not to be untied by itself. His eyes met murderer’s, you could make out his muffled promises of killing the bastard, threats to not touch you and to get the fuck out of here. Murderer didn’t look impressed at all, staring silently at your man lying at his feet.
- Look at this pathetic scumbag - I tied your hands loosely, hoped for a bit of a fight, - harsh noise came from the speaker behind the mask, which you figured to be a sigh. König then turned back towards you, his head tilting to the side slightly, you could practically feel his intense gaze prickling on your skin. - Why are you even wasting your time on this piece of shit? He can’t even fuck you right, and you expected this piece of shit to actually protect you from danger? Provide for you?
Hot tears rushed down your cheeks at his words, as you stayed silent, not knowing what to say. König sighed again, rolling his shoulders to rid himself of the tension in sore muscles, his neck popping loudly, making you jolt at the sound.
- Now, my plan is - how about I show you what a real man is like? Set the bar high for you, hm? - he said, a cool glimmer of blood-stained blade caught your eye as König twirled his knife skilfully in between thick fingers barely twenty centimetres away from your face. He noticed your attention shifting from him to his little tool, softly nudging your chin up to look back at him. - Oh, don’t worry darling. If you’re being a good girl that thing won’t touch you, deal?
You nodded your head frantically, swallowing a thick lump in your throat. - Anything, - you choked out, voice hoarse and barely audible but it was enough for him to hear.
- I like the eagerness, - murderer chuckled, straightening his back from semi-crouching position to stand to his full height. His hand left your face with a small pinch on your tear-stained cheek, tossing his knife from one hand to another as if he was juggling; finally gripping the handle tight König pointed the tip of sharp blade towards your boyfriend: - I want you to watch. You dare closing your eyes and she’s dead.
Your eyes widened in panic, staring fearfully at Paul, mouthing silent “please” at him. Maniac shifted his attention back to you; he put his knife into its holster which was attached to his thigh with tight leather straps, you noted that he didn’t secure the handle, making it easier to pull the knife out in one move if needed.
You watched as if in slow motion how his hands came to the waistband of his black jeans, undoing the button and tugging zipper down, pulling front pants pieces apart. Your gaze darted up towards his mask-covered face, confusion mixed with terror written on your face - your insides dropped as you finally realised what he actually meant.
- What? Doll, I promised to show you what a real man is like, - one big hand came to rest on the crown of your head, not pushing nor pulling, just staying there securely. - Now I warn you, you dare using your teeth - I’ll pluck every single one of them before gutting you like a fucking pig, you get it?
Your breath stopped upon hearing his words, shoulders started shaking as strong bout of adrenaline rushed through your veins, making your poor heart pound crazily, threatening to break your ribs from the inside. You nodded your head vigorously, all of a sudden extremely aware of the tight rope binding your wrists together, how your fingers prickled from constricted blood flow, how much your shoulders ached from being pulled back for so long.
- Good girl. Now, go on, - König said, lightly pushing your head towards his clothed crotch. You had to crane your head up painfully because of the height difference between you two in order to even reach König’s private parts. You gazed up at him, unsure of what exactly he wanted you to do, but he just stared down at you silently, not offering any instructions nor comments.
You darted your tongue out, licking a noticeable bulge showing through his boxers, soaking black fabric in your spit. You did it again, and again, fear and adrenaline subduing feelings of humiliation and shame, you could hear your boyfriend’s muffled “get your fucking hands off her”, but König didn’t seem to pay slightest attention to the other male. You tilted your head to the side, pressing your opened mouth to the thick shaft that was trapped between man’s v-line and his tight underwear, sucking on it softly. That made slasher heave a deep sigh, hand on your head tangled deeper in your hair, holding you firmly in place, indicating for you to keep going.
- Now pull my boxers down, - psycho ordered a few seconds later; his voice, though contorted by voice changer, now sounded deeper. You looked frightfully up at him, your hands still bound tightly behind your back.
- But… how? - you asked, a spark of hope igniting in your chest as thought of him untying your hands popped up in your head. But it was extinguished just as quickly as it appeared with his next words:
- Well, think about it, - he shrugged his broad shoulders ever so slightly, your mind racing at the speed of light as you tried to figure out the problem.
You opened your mouth, moving as slowly as you could to indicate that you didn’t mean to do anything reckless - baring your teeth and gently hooking the elastic of his boxers, your canines grazing slightly against warm skin of murderer’s lower stomach. Once you secured your hold on elastic you pulled down on it, managing to slide it down slightly. König’s hard cock sprung right out, standing tall and thick against his clothed stomach - tip was concealed by brownish foreskin, and your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. Your attention was caught by two symmetrical rows of shiny silver balls running along mighty shaft, glistening coldly is white light of living room’s chandelier.
- Now, doll, that’s what a real good cock looks like, - man said, his free hand came to wrap around thick shaft, pumping it a few times to reveal pink head, a shiny bead of precum sitting in the middle of it. - Open wide, princess. And mind your teeth.
You let your mouth fall open, sticking your tongue out; his cock was standing too high for you to reach it in your kneeling position so König had to guide his length down to your lips, your mouth managing to only take his tip and a little bit more inside.
With your mouth full of other man’s cock your eyes wandered in the direction of your boyfriend; thrashing around seemed to finally exhaust him, crimson blood oozed out of the wound in his stomach. His chest was heaving in tandem with his wheezing breath, angry tears streamed down his temples as he stared with fierce anger at your abuser, the sight made your throat clench, causing you to gag on killer’s hefty length.
- Aw, poor girl is not used to a decent cock, huh? Tell me, did the even reach down to your throat? Lemme guess - he was cumming a few minutes after shoving his pathetic ten centimetres in this precious mouth, wasn’t he? - König chuckled darkly, suddenly pushing down onto your head, forcing you to take half his length down your tight throat, keeping you in place as you choked around his thickness, metal balls were rubbing painfully against the softness of your tongue, irritating sensitive buds of it.
Murderer’s free hand joined the one resting on your nape, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, fixating your head in one position. Tears of pain and humiliation rushed down your reddened cheeks as man fucked his massive cock into your tight throat; his pace was erratic, without certain rhythm, making it hard for you to synchronise your breathing with his irregular thrusts. Your lungs burned with lack of air, dainty kneecaps ached from standing for so long on hard flooring, surely bruising your tender skin.
He let go of you only when you actually started to choke, your whole face reddening with exertion; thick strings of spit mixed with precum connected your swollen lips to glistening pink tip, fat tears rolled down your cheeks, dripping down your chin onto the floor below. A choked cry tore through your chest as massive hands manhandled you around, forcing your head down so that your wet cheek was pressed against cold hardwood facing your boyfriend, your back arched and ass up high in the air. König kneeled down behind you, backs of your thighs were touching coarse denim sitting snugly around his legs, cold metal rivets of his holster contrasting brutally with warmth of your skin. Broad palms kneaded on soft pudge of your ass, delivering a strong smack to the swell of your buttcheek, impact softened slightly by the fabric of your shorts and his glove.
Your boyfriend started thrashing as hard as ever, grunting and screaming as much as he could as König pulled your shorts along with your underwear down to your knees, huge hands resting on the bottom part of your ass, thumbs spreading your pussy open. Silent tears ran down from your eyes, gathering in a small puddle on the floor; you heard maniac tut behind your back, a pad of thumb swiped up and down your slit, making you jolt from sudden contact.
- What a shame, - he heaved a deep sigh, straightening his shoulders and looking up at your boyfriend. - She’s wet, dude.
A few small sobs left you upon his words. Paul tried talking back, but a horrible bubbling sound came out of his throat - gag in his mouth was completely red with absorbed blood, some of it oozed down the corners of his mouth, adding to the bloody mess on his face. You sobbed at the sight, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid looking at horrible picture.
- Turns out our little slut likes it rough, yeah? - König mocked, leaning over your frail form, one meaty forearm rested next to your head, huge chest pressed tightly against your back, overstimulating your thus on age senses. Terrifying mask was barely a few centimetres afar from your face as man whispered right next to your ear: - Did he ever fuck you rough?
His heavy gaze was fixed expectantly upon you, huge hand that still rested on your ass squeezed your flesh painfully, causing you to cringe. - No, - you mouthed, but that was more than enough for him. Slasher hummed in acknowledgment, straightening back into his kneeling position.
- Don’t worry love, I’ll give this pretty pussy what she needs, - psycho said, fisting his leaking cock a few times before aligning swollen tip against your tight entrance. With slow but persistent push of his hips König forced one third of his length inside your poor cunt, fresh dose of hot tears rushed from your eyes, pain of penetration adding to the ache all over your body.
With a sharp snap of his massive hips man forced as much of his cock as it’d go into you. Loud yelp tore through your throat, scratching it painfully; stretch of his girthy cock was too much for your pussy to take, ladder of piercings adding to unpleasant feeling. Tender walls fought against his thick length, such sudden stretch caused your muscles to reflexively constrict around him more, drawing a throaty groan to tumbling out of killer’s broad chest.
- There there, dearie. Poor pussy so used to pathetic cocks, can’t even take me whole, - König said in fake compassion, you felt his length throb within you, twitching a few times. Strong hands held you in place tightly, preventing you from moving your hips even for a millimetre.
Murderer generously allowed you a minute or so for your poor cunny to accommodate to his size before beginning to move his hips in shallow but quick thrusts. Soon enough König was full on fucking into you on rapid pace, your whole body jolting forward with intensity of his mighty thrusts, strong arms yanking you back in place every so often.
One of his deadly hands slithered around your ridiculously smaller form, index and middle fingers danced across your spread around his dick folds, causing your stomach to tense at sudden contact. Free hand yanked you up by the rope binding your wrists, urging you to raise your torso; your shoulder blades were pressed tightly against his heaving chest, warmth emitted off him like a fucking radiator.
Clothed fingertips rubbed tight relentless circles on your clit, causing thick pleasure to rush up and down your spine and your back arch uncontrollably. Your teeth clenched to suppress all the small sounds threatening to spill out of your lips; you felt König’s massive form shift behind you, cold plastic of horrendous mask pressed against the side of your face - he was whispering right into your ear, soft voice real and unchanged:
- I’m gonna slit your fucking throat if you’re not using it, - that caused a shiver to rush down your spine, arising goosebumps in its wake. You moaned out, doing as the murderer wanted, letting all the small sighs and moans flow freely from your lips, your voice lower than usual from all the crying and throatfucking.
Your breathing became shallow; your head just wasn’t working anymore - emotional shock along with physical abuse drained you out of all strength - you were a mere rug doll in psycho’s tight grip, and he could do whatever he pleased with you, you were too exhausted to fight back anyway.
Consciousness started to slip out of your grasp, vision blurred out with tears, dark spots appearing in the corners; König’s throbbing dick pounded your poor pussy mercilessly, thick cockhead nudged against all the sweet spots inside of you, his piercings stimulating you even further as if in spite of all your attempts to resist pleasure psycho was forcing onto you. A tight coil curled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode with every harsh snap of mighty hips against your reddened ass. Soaked with your slick fabric of König’s gloves felt overbearing against your clit, his fingers never once stopping to rub your sensitive nub.
A few moments later something deep within you snapped, like a rubber band stretched to its limit - suddenly the world around you turned white, ringing noise filled your ears as you had the most painful orgasm of your life being wrung out of you; your body quivered and thrashed in serial killer’s strong grip, unintelligible sounds and words poured out of your lips, barely louder than a whisper. And then everything became quiet. Soft velvet of darkness enveloped your bruised and exhausted body; you were drowning in warm waves of sleep, not finding it in yourself to try and fight them off. You gave in happily, trusting yourself in welcoming hands of darkness and quiet, afar from horrible reality, afar from fear and danger.
It felt as if your head was splitting in two - horrible ache settled somewhere deep inside of your brain, pain irradiated from within to the outsides of both hemispheres, causing you to groan in agony quietly in. Your whole body hurt, eyelids felt swollen and heavy even as they were closed; and then suddenly your eyes snapped open.
You were lying on cold hardwood flooring in your boyfriend’s living room, shorts and underwear still pulled down to your knees, but your hands now free from rope. You pulled your bottoms back up, hot tears pooling in your eyes as you let out a choked sob. You felt wretched, disgusting, dirty.
- Paul? - you called out to your boyfriend, the sound of your own voice startling you - hoarse and scratchy, total opposite from your usual octave.
As you turned around your breath got caught up in your chest, bitter ball of bile got stuck in your throat - you felt like you were about to throw up.
Here lay Paul - pale and lifeless, dull eyes staring blankly into nothingness, gag still fixed tightly around his head, now brown with dried out blood. Some of his insides spilled out of the gaping cut across his stomach, lying on the floor in a small heap right next to him, huge puddle of blood spread out on the floor, getting into all small cracks and gapes in wooden flooring.
And on the wall behind, in strange brownish color that looked all too similar to the caked blood on your boyfriend’s face, in sprawling handwriting were words:
SEE YOU SOON ♡
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OP Boys and a Sick S/O
How your One Piece boyfriend would react to you being sick on the ship!
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law
cw: female! reader, some angst, various illnesses
Luffy
He noticed it as soon as he woke up. You were burning up. And when he made a joke, you barely chuckled. “CHOPPER!!! SOMETHINGS WRONG!!!!”
He runs as fast as he can to find Chopper while carrying you and begs him to help you.
He’s got some PTSD from when Nami was sick. You look and feel a lot like how she did during that time and he’s worried.
Luckily you’re just diagnosed with the Grand Line Flu, pretty common and easy to overcome.
He snuggles with you when you’re awake and paces around the room when you’re asleep.
When Sanji brings you food, he doesn’t even look at it. He knows you need your strength. He just wants you better.
Chopper advises Luffy sleeping in the same room as you but Luffy doesn’t care. He’s staying with you.
You’re really restless the first night, so he sleeps on the floor and stretches his arm out to hold your hand.
On the third morning you laughed at his joke, and his eyes started getting watery
“I WAS SO WORRIED YOU WERE GONNA DIE IM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY”
Zoro
Zoro didn’t really question it when he hadn’t seen you by lunch. Sometimes you just preferred to stay cooped up in your room or the library.
By dinner, he was starting to get worried. Even more worried when everyone else had said they hadn’t seen you either.
As he entered your room, he noticed all the lights were off. At first he didn’t think anyone was there, but you let out a small whimper of protest to the light.
“You okay?” He sat carefully on the bed and pulled back your blanket that was wrapped around your head.
“Zoro…something’s wrong. I feel awful.” Your voice sounded strained. His stomach sank. Why hadn't he checked on you earlier? “I’ll be back”
He grabs Chopper and rushes back down. He doesn’t want to be gone from you for long. He’s beating himself up over not noticing sooner.
Chopper does a full exam and deduces that you have a severe case of sun-poisoning and possible effects of heat-stroke.
“This is because we laid outside all damn day yesterday isn’t it? I knew that Summer island was hotter than usual” Cue even MORE guilt.
He goes to Sanji and asks for him to make a hydrating meal for you. He doesn’t even pick a fight with the cook, that’s how worried he is.
He lays with you all night and hold you close and keeps apologizing for not noticing earlier.
The next day you’re feeling slightly better, but he’s persistent in keeping you in bed with him all day until you’re fully recovered. He makes runs to the kitchen and grabs things for you all to do.
It’s really just an excuse to have a day together and he secretly loves it.
Sanji
thought it was strange you didn’t come get breakfast. He was initially worried you were avoiding him or he had missed you coming into the kitchen, so he checked all your favorite spots on the Sunny, and still couldn't find you.
He knocks on your door, and with no answer, he just peaks inside for one glimpse to confirm you’re not in there.
Instead, to his horror, he finds you passed out on the ground.
“CHOPPER!!! Y/N IS DOWN!!” His voice echos through the ship and sends everyone rushing towards your room.
Sanji is afraid to move you, so he just brushes your hair from your face and whispers quiet encouragement to you.
He’s so scared. Your face is so white and clammy and there’s nothing he can do.
By the end of his exam, you’ve slipped back into consciousness, though you’re still groggy. Chopper diagnoses you with Low blood sugar and low iron.
You’ve given some iron tablets to take and told to take it easy. Sanji doesn’t want to leave you, but also wants to cook something to help your low blood sugar of course.
He picks you up bridal style and carries you to the kitchen. “Chopper told you not to use extra energy didn’t he? So I guess I’ll just have to carry you everywhere!”
He makes such a good breakfast for you :) you’re starting to feel better already
Sanji is secretly beating himself up because it’s HIS job to keep the crew healthy and give them a balanced diet and you of all people were his oversight (it wasn’t really his fault though you know that)
Even after the food and choppers help yo still have a massive headache so you and Sanji curl up in the fish tank lounge and rest all day long. He only gets up to make people meals.
Sanji occasionally puts his hand on your chest just to make sure you’re still breathing whenever you’re asleep. He’s so worried about you. Vows to never let that happen again because he can’t bear to see you sick like this ever again.
Ace
You’re not a restless sleeper. Usually you fall asleep against Ace and you stay pressed against him all night long. His body emits a nice warmth that you just love to snuggle into at night.
Tonight’s different though. You’re tossing and turning, almost like you can’t get comfortable. Thats his first red flag.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, he reaches out for you, but only finds an empty sheet in your place.
He starts to panic and his eyes scan the dimly lit room. His eyes finally land on you, lying on the wooden floor in the middle of the room
He’s instantly out of bed, right by your side, desperately shaking you awake.
“Ace, stop…” you roll away from him.
“What is it? What’s wrong, y/n?” He can feel that your skin is clammy and abnormally warm to the touch. Your hair is stuck to your face, damp with sweat.
“Marco…I’m going to get Marco. I’ll be right back” he gives you a quick forehead kiss that emits a groan from your half-awake self.
He dashed out of the room and sprints across the ship to the first division commanders room. He begins desperately banging on Marcos door
Marco answers the door and he is NOT thrilled. Until he sees Ace’s face and how worried he is. “Please Marco. She’s sick. Really sick. She’s burning up and I…I don’t know what to do”
Marco follows him back to his room and sees you half conscious on the floor. He bends down next to you and starts taking your vitals.
“Ace, it looks like it’s just a virus. It’ll run its course and she’ll be fine in a day or two. I’ll come back and check on her again tomorrow.” After reassuring his friend that it is not life or death, Marco takes his leave.
Ace can’t sleep though. He grabs a fan, a rag, and a bucket of water, doing anything he can to keep you cool through the night. He just sits by your side and watches you when you’re asleep.
When you wake up the next morning, he’s there, ready to get you anything you need. And he doesn't leave it until you're ready to leave the room again too.
Law
“No thanks, I think I’ll pass tonight.” makes Law raise an eyebrow. You never skip dessert, especially when Penguin is the one who made it.
As you excuse yourself from the table, he waits just a beat before following you out.
“Y/n-ya. Are you okay?” He’s already analyzing your face for any signs of distress.
“I’m fine, Law. Just tired is all”. It’s a lie. And he knows it too. He pulls you into his office without another word.
His hand outstretches toward you “Room”. “Law this really isn’t-“ “Scan”. His word are clipped, and you can see that his worry lines are deep.
“Food poisoning. Seriously? I knew we shouldn’t have eaten at that sketchy bar today.” He’s already grabbing IVs and other meds. “You should’ve told me sooner.”
“It was the oysters right? I knew they tasted funny.” You attempt a weak smile at your captain, which is only met with a glare. “At least you didn’t eat any of them too.”
“You’re sleeping in my room tonight so I can keep an eye on you.” He’s already got an arm around you, helping you stand. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you had someone helping support you. You wish you had the energy to object, but you let him lead you to his room.
As soon as you’re on his bed, your eyes begin to close. The last thing you see is him prepping an IV for you.
He stays by your side. Sitting, watching. Looking for any signs of discomfort on your face.
When you’re sick, he holds your hair back for you. He has water and saltine crackers ready to get the taste out of your mouth, too.
After the first few hours, he starts to relax, and chooses to work at his desk through the night, but he keeps you in his line of sight at all times.
The next morning you are already feeling better because of how fast Law noticed you were sick. You’re still feeling tired, but your appetite is already returning a bit.
Law had Shachi prep some light and comforting foods for you, and you see a smile pass over his lips when you ask for it.
He kisses his the pads of fingertips and then presses it immediately against your forehead. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, y/n-ya”
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Twice as wet - Mike Wheeler x reader
Part 1/2.
Pairing: Mike Wheeler x f!reader
Warnings: slight NSFW, but tasteful I swear ok bye
It was a hot summer’s day, but not as hot as you. Your hair was shinier than ever and your smile was to die for, after all. Your confidence in your body had increased in the last year or so, and ever since you moved to Hawkins a month ago, it had sky rocketed, for some reason. You had just turned 18 and were ready to meet some cute guys.
Just not today.
Your mom had hired some neighbourhood kid to mow the lawn, and told you to stay home all afternoon to pay him afterwards, since she would be out to run some errands. So you sat on your couch, bored in a bikini and a pair of your shortest shorts, unable to jump in the backyard pool until that damn boy’s arrival.
At 1 p.m. sharp, your doorbell rang. You walked to the door and opened it gently.
- Uh, hello, are-are you y/n? - The boy asked, his head slightly tilted down so he would look you in the eyes. Man, was he TALL.
- Hi, that’s me - you smiled sweetly, trying to remember his name - and you’re… Michael, right? My mom told me to wait for you.
- Yes, that’s right… You can call me Mike, though - he scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, licking his lips.
That really got your attention. You examined his face for a second. His perfect jet black hair, his fair skin, plump red lips, delicate little freckles… Ugh. He’s so beautiful. Your lips cracked open as you wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. It was nearly a trance.
- So uh, should I get started on the lawn? - he grinned, shyly.
- Oh, yes - you said, as your eyes shot wide open, breaking that trance. - Sure. Come, I’ll show you where everything is.
You showed him around the garden and the garage: where the lawn mower was, how it worked and the area he needed to mow: your front yard first, and then the backyard, just around the pool. You tried to keep your cool and be normal about it, hoping he hadn’t noticed your staring when he arrived.
But he did. Mike Wheeler had been 18 for a few months right now, and he couldn’t believe such a pretty girl would check him out like that. He also tried to keep his cool, of course. He needed those summer jobs to afford a new guitar, and wouldn’t risk doing anything to displease you.
After the front yard was done, Mike circled around the house and got to the backyard - just to see you sunbathing near the pool.
Fuck, she’s perfect, he thought, as you got up and turned around, giving him a good look of your figure. What he wasn’t expecting, though, is that you jumped in the water a few seconds later.
As you emerged from the water, your hair darker and your eyes slightly squinted because of the sun, he couldn’t help but also notice all the little water droplets that were dripping from your face to your chest.
He was definitely checking you out. Ugh, thank God, you thought. Finally a cute boy I can obsess over. Because of course, you wouldn’t obsess over anyone who wasn’t obsessed with you too. As the work was all done, he put the lawn mower back on its place and walked over to you.
- Thank you so much, darling - you said, batting your eyelashes at him, your legs dangling from the edge of the pool. - There’s a red envelope on the fridge with your payment. I guess you could grab it later…
- Later? - he said, confused.
- Yes, after a little swim with me… in here - you said, smiling as if you had just offered him a drink of water.
Mike chuckled. He was definitely taking a sip.
- I mean… c-can I? - he asked, just in case.
- Of course, i got plenty of towels you could dry off with later… my mom won’t mind, she’s not coming back home until, at least, 7 p.m… What do you say?
Mike smiled at you as he yanked his shirt from the back of his neck. Just that single movement already made your insides twitch. Oh, that boy was in for a treat.
As he took off his pants and sneakers, you simply watched, no longer worrying about getting caught staring at him. He sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, his cheeks a bit red. Maybe from the sun, maybe from shyness.
You leaned in to kiss him, there was no point in waiting. He kissed you back softly, his hands grabbing your waist gently, as if he was afraid to scare you off. You were so pretty, he couldn’t believe it. Your right hand reached for his face, caressing it lightly, as you held his arm with your left hand and slowly guided him to actually enter the pool, so you would both stand up in it. Now your bodies were touching, and you hoped he couldn’t feel your heart beating out of your chest as you grabbed a fistful of his perfect hair and scratched his back with your nails, now fully making out with him.
He reached for your thighs and brought you up to his waist, intensifying your lust. You wrapped your legs around him, holding yourself in place, as his hands slowly left your butt after a few good grips. You had never been so grateful for that pool.
Mike Wheeler had the biggest boner of his life. His underwear was white and now completely wet, plus he had a hard-on - great. What if you were offended by it? Was that uncalled for? Those questions left his brain the second your soft hand reached down under the water.
Damn, that boy was packing some heat down there. He jumped out of his skin with your touch, at first, but melted into it a second later.
- I know you’re kissing me in the pool just to get me twice as wet - you said, chuckling, as your foreheads were touching. - But maybe we should continue this on dry land.
- Sure, whatever you want, princess - he said, enchanted by you.
- Whatever I want, huh? - you put your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side. - That’s good to hear. I might take advantage of this later, though.
#finn wolfhard x reader#finn wolfhard smut#mike wheeler x reader#finn wolfhard#mike wheeler#stranger things#imagine#miles fairchild#lol i tried
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Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Three
➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Mentions of murder, language, stalking}
Part One; Part Two; Part Four || Word Count ~ 807 words
Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid @itzlovelyautumn @katie-tibo
“Yes?” You answered sweetly. “You call back cause you forgot to ask for my name?”
“No, princess,” Ghostface said lowly.
“Then what do you want? And make this pretty short because my friend is here and I don’t want to keep her waiting. Actually, you have until this popcorn is finished.”
Billy was taken aback at how much colder you were tonight than before. Last night you’d been bubbly and friendly, ready to answer his questions and counter with your own. But right now you were closed off and hostile. Did you know something?”
“Ah yes, we wouldn’t want to disturb…” he pretended to think, humming for good measure. “Tatum, I think her name is?”
“Okay, Ghostie,” you bit back, throwing venom into your woods. “You’re either in my yard right now, or you’ve been stalking me for a while. And that means you’re planning to kill me, right?”
Billy nodded, then realized you couldn’t see him. “Yes…?” He had no idea what was going on.
“Well, I invite you to try,” you put emphasis on try, not even attempting to keep the disgust out of your voice. “But first, Tatum is going home.”
Billy tried to protest but you cut him off. “I’m giving you a free pass at me. Not Tatum. Me. So shut up and wait a few minutes.”
Billy grumbled and hung up, watching you usher Tatum out. He had no idea what you said to get her out so quickly, but he could feel the excitement thrumming through his veins. Suddenly, all the lights in the house were off and he lost sight of where you were.
He frantically called your number again, grinning stupidly when you picked up. When you spoke, your voice was low and dangerous. Completely different from how you were in school. “Who am I speaking to? Leader or accomplice?”
Billy was taken aback, the question he was going to ask dead on arrival. “Excuse me?”
“There’s two of you. One of you is going to be the leader, probably smarter and darker then the other; and one you is going to be the accomplice, probably more outgoing and eccentric.”
Billy shrugged. “I guess I’m the leader then. But why would it matter to you? You’re going to die anyway.”
“I just wanted to know who I was talking to, Billy Loomis.”
His heart dropped. There was no other way to describe the sudden panic in his ears, no other way to describe the sudden lurch of his stomach. The only thing on his mind was that he must kill you now. Any hesitation was extinguished like a flame in the wind.
“What?” How’d you know? Was it that obvious?
“Oh relax, Loomis. It’s not obvious to anyone else if that’s what you’re wondering. Did you really assume that I would think it was a mere coincidence that the day after you call me you come up and invite me into your friend group? That as soon as Stu began talking about how to gut someone, you tell him off for fear of you getting caught? That the day after I apparently ‘prove myself’ to you, you come to kill me?”
“Damn,” Billy was impressed, there was no other way to put it. You’d figured all that out in a day? He was still going to kill you — he didn’t want you spilling his secret to anyone — but he was impressed.
“Oh, I’ll still let you attempt to kill me,” you smirked. “But I just thought I’d provide that extra incentive.”
Why weren’t you scared? There wasn’t even a hint of a quiver in your voice. He felt the first inkling of anxiety buried deep in his chest. He didn’t have Stu to pull him out if this went sideways.
You tapped the knife against your lower lip, waiting for him to speak. You smiled to yourself as you threaded the rope in between the fingers of your other hand. This was going to be fun.
Without warning, the window in your living room was shattered, and you assumed that was Billy. Silent as a wraith, you slipped into the hallway, knife held behind your back.
Billy spun around, searching the shadows for you. Fortunately, his eyes were already adjusted to the darkness. He heard a sound across the room and spun, Ghostface mask heavily restricting his vision.
You smiled as Billy fell for the oldest trick in the book, tapping his shoulder. “Boo!” You whispered, slipping the rope around his neck and plucking the knife out of his hands in the same fluid, practiced movement.
Billy wheezed out a curse, scrabbling at the rope frantically. You ripped the mask off his face, tracing his jaw with the knife. “Oh Billy, haven’t you learned? Don’t mess with someone who doesn’t fear death.”
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Seeing Double
Shinobu Kochou (and clone I guess) x They/Them Reader
A/N: Well, it’s been a long time coming, but I finally buckled down and did it. Survivors of the Shinobu Clone Era, your time has come. I truly hope you all enjoy this and thank you for your many months of patience while I struggled to figure out how to do this. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 5,122
“Are you done yet?” Shinobu murmured, watching the demon writhe in the dewy grass below.
She was slightly out of breath, her shoulder throbbed painfully, blood making her clothes and skin feel damp and sticky. She had made the mistake of thinking the battle was over prematurely. Apparently, the demon had a few tricks up her sleeves. Fortunately, Shinobu would not make the same mistake twice and kept her guard up even as her poison worked through the demon’s bloodstream for the fifth time that night.
“There is no way I’ll lose to you…” the demon hissed through gritted teeth, fangs on prominent display, “You can’t kill me.”
“Unfortunately, I’m inclined to agree at this point,” Shinobu sighed, but she did not let her blade waiver from where it rested against the demon’s throat, “however, even if I can’t kill you, the sun certainly will. Your time is nearly gone. How rude of you to keep me up all night like this. You demons just don’t know how to play fair at all, do you?”
“No!” The demon suddenly sobbed as it tried to wiggle away from Shinobu’s blade, “I was supposed to climb the ranks, I was supposed to become a Moon! He said he had high hopes for me! What would it all be for if I die here?!”
“For you, it will mean you did all of this for nothing. It’s as simple as that. For me, I will be avenging all of the people you’ve slaughtered. I shouldn’t make them wait any longer for justice, should I?”
Not wasting anymore time, she struck the demon again, pumping the her full of poison.
“HEEEEEEEEYYYYYEEAAAAAHHHH!”
The demon shrieked, and the ground rumbled beneath Shinobu’s feet. She quickly leapt away as a perfect copy of the demon burst forth from the earth and swiped at Shinobu.
“You’re getting more creative with your blood art. If you had started off with a counter attack like this when the night began, you might have actually killed me instead of leaving me with just a few scratches.”
“You damn witch!” The demon bellowed. As much as she would have liked to crush the little demon slayer beneath her foot, the brat was right, the sun would soon rise and even her cloning blood art would not be able to save her from its rays. As fast as her legs could carry her, she began to run to the forest visible in the distance.
“Ah, you demons are all the same,” Shinobu smiled at the horrified face the demon made upon realizing that she was able to easily keep up with her pace, “I’ve heard that witch line before, do you think I’m a good witch, or a bad witch?”
Shinobu was surprised when the demon changed course to lunge at her, but she had just enough time to skewer her before she was thrown to the ground beneath the snarling demon. The demon coughed and gagged, a stream of blood fell from her lips to Shinobu’s body below.
“Really now, that’s just disgusting.” Shinobu frowned, anger flaring up within her.
Using all of her strength, she managed to swap their positions, bearing down on the demon’s stomach as she twisted her blade deeper in the demon’s chest. She glanced to the side to observe the soft glow that had caught her eye, the sun was finally rising over the trees. Then she brought her gaze back to the demon struggling beneath her.
“Good morning and goodbye.”
The demon let loose another angry cry that quickly morphed into one of pain as the sun’s light enveloped her skin. Before long, Shinobu was kneeling in the grass with nothing left of the demon that had been below her. A tired sigh left her lips as she rose to her feet.
She wiped at her face, disgusted by the inky blood that smeared across her fingers. She could see a stream in the nearby woods, so she walked over and washed the blood off as best she could from her skin and uniform jacket. Demon blood was dangerous after all, especially with an open wound. Though Shinobu figured she was safe, otherwise she would have probably turned by now. Still, it didn’t hurt to be extra cautious. She washed and bandaged her shoulder the best she could with what resources she had and watched the blood wash away further down the stream into the thick forest. It was so dark, she missed how the blood did not seem to dissolve in the stream’s current, instead clumping together into a mass as it faded from sight, a combination of both Shinobu’s blood and the demon’s.
“That takes care of that…” she returned to her feet and draped her wet jacket over her arm, “time to go home.”
***
As Shinobu expected, as soon as (Y/n) saw her shoulder they were all over her, worriedly checking her over despite Shinobu’s insistences that she was fine. However, it was nice to be doted on every now and again, she supposed. Especially by her partner whom she hadn’t been able to see in the past several days.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Can I get you anything else? We should check your shoulder again to make sure it’s not infected.”
“We just replaced the bandages,” Shinobu chuckled, cupping their face in her hands, “Everything is just fine, I promise.”
(Y/n) closed their eyes briefly and relaxed into Shinobu’s hands, then nodded.
“Yeah, okay, everything is just fine.”
“Mhm, so let’s go outside. It’s a beautiful day, and some of the herbs from the garden should be ready for harvesting.”
“I still think you should rest, gardening isn’t something you should be doing with your shoulder like that.”
“With you helping me, we will be done in no time. You worry too much, I know what I’m doing.”
“Okay, okay, but you better leave it to me if you get tired. Promise you will?”
Shinobu playfully rolled her eyes and gave (Y/n)’s cheeks a quick pinch before pulling away, “I promise.”
Shinobu was right, as she so often was. They had a good time in the garden, enjoying each other’s company and the pleasant weather. That didn’t mean (Y/n) wasn’t keeping a close eye on Shinobu over the next few weeks, however. Fortunately, Shinobu was perfectly fine. She bore a couple of faint scars once the wound healed, but nothing that would affect her abilities. They were just a few more scars to add to the collection, more marks to be gently touched and kissed by her incredibly sweet partner. How did she ever get so lucky?
When En came to her with a new mission she could see (Y/n) was struggling. In their eyes, Shinobu wasn’t ready to go back in the field just yet, but realistically they knew she had healed up just fine. It didn’t stop them from worrying though.
“Do you really have to go?” They finally asked while Shinobu was putting on her shoes.
Shinobu smiled, “Come here.”
They sat down beside her, hands tightly clasped. Shinobu put her hand over theirs and they relaxed slightly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that the village you’re going to is days away, and the last time you were gone for that long, you got hurt.”
“I’ll be careful. Everything will be just fine, and you’ll be so busy around here that I’ll be back before you know it.”
“You better be.”
They shared a loving embrace and then Shinobu was on her way. That night as (Y/n) laid alone in bed, they wished for Shinobu’s swift return, perhaps they should have been more careful about what they wished for.
***
Shinobu sputtered and coughed, weakly dragging herself over the river bank. How had she gotten here? Hadn’t she just killed that annoying cloning demon? She vaguely remembered heading to the stream to wash herself off… had she fallen in? But then, why didn’t she have a single stitch of clothing to her name? Maybe she had stripped completely to cleanse herself of all dirt and blood, then slipped on a rock and hit her head?
She gingerly touched her face, the back of her head, her temples… no, everything felt normal. Nothing was out of place… she shook her head and hoisted herself up to stand on wobbly legs. She had to get home, who knew how long she had been out? (Y/n) and the girls were probably worried sick. However, if she was going anywhere, she’d need to find something to wear.
Her heart suddenly shot against her rib cage. Her uniform would be easily replaced, that was no issue, even her nichirin sword could be forged anew. She had dozens of identical butterfly clips to choose from as a replacement, but her haori, that was irreplaceable. Shinobu didn’t know how far she had been swept away, it could be anywhere— She willed herself to calm down, crushing the panic rising within her.
She remembered now, she was sure she had draped it over (Y/n) before she left on this disaster of a mission. They had fallen asleep while reading and Shinobu didn’t have the heart to wake them, but she knew they would have been upset if she left without saying anything so she left the haori with them. She relaxed considerably, but there was still the issue of clothing.
Shinobu carefully navigated the terrain for a few kilometers and found a little house with laundry hung up to dry. She stealthily looked around, but saw not a soul. She reached out for the olive colored kimono. Not really a color that she would pick for herself, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and the fact that it was mostly dry to boot was a blessing. She grabbed all of the needed materials and quickly dressed herself so she could be on her way. She would be sure to have En drop by with a generous amount of yen as compensation once she got home.
When she saw the high fence that surrounded her estate, she could have just about cried in relief. Finally she could get away from the hot sun. Why was it so bright today? She navigated the garden and stepped inside the mansion, but she wasn’t going to go to bed just yet, she needed to check in with everyone first.
Fortunately, with it being nearly noon, she knew exactly where to find them all. She slunk into the kitchen with a tired smile, seeing everyone hard at work. Everyone looked well, she was so glad to be home.
“Knock, knock~” Shinobu grinned as six heads whipped up from their respective tasks with excited gasps.
They all came running and crowded around her.
“You really were back before I knew it!” (Y/n)’s genuine stunned look made Shinobu laugh. “Seriously, it’s only been two days!”
Really? Well that was a relief. (Y/n) pulled away from the hug and finally noticed what Shinobu was wearing and gave her a puzzled look.
“What are you wearing? I’ve never seen that kimono before.”
“Ah, I stopped to rest at a Wisteria House along the way. I told them it was comfortable, so they let me keep it.” She smiled.
Shinobu was not about to tell anyone about her little impromptu nudity adventure. It was a secret she’d take to her grave.
“No offense, my dear, but you should have rested there longer, you look like hell… and I mean that in the most loving way possible.”
“Aren’t you sweet,” Shinobu replied with playful sarcasm. “I’ll be heading to bed now so you don’t have to see me like this for even a second more.”
“I didn’t mean it like that!” (Y/n) briefly panicked until Shinobu laughed.
“I’m not really offended, relax. Have a good lunch.”
“Can I make you anything before you go to sleep?”
“No, I probably would fall asleep before I could finish, but I would like to join everyone for dinner later.”
“Okay, sleep well. I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too.” Shinobu smiled, then made her way to the bedroom. She stroked Fugu’s fish tank as she walked past and then collapsed into bed, falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
***
Shinobu returned from her mission five days after she had set out. Two days to travel out to the village, one night to slay the demon, and two more days to get back home. She was excited to see (Y/n) right away when she went through the gate. They were sweeping the pathway, not yet aware of her presence.
She snuck up behind them and chuckled over the startled sound that left their mouth as she hugged them from behind.
“I’m sorry dear, did I frighten you?”
“I would say so!” (Y/n) huffed, but they did turn in Shinobu’s arms to reciprocate the surprise hug. “How long did you wait to pull that? You said you had, and I quote, ‘important lab work that really shouldn’t be put off any longer,’”
“When did I say I thing like that?” Shinobu chuckled.
“Like you don’t know, oh! You found your haori and your kyahan too! Thank goodness, where were they? We practically turned the whole mansion upside down looking for those.”
“Did you think they were missing?” Shinobu tilted her head to the side, “Did I startle you too severely?”
“That is supremely unfunny, Shinobu. I understand that everything is fine now, but you have been very upset the last three days. I know you tried to hide it well, but I could feel you tossing and turning every night.”
“(Y/n), what are you talking about? Are you ill?” Shinobu tried to rest her hand against (Y/n)’s forehead, but they took her hand.
“I’m perfectly fine. Are you ill?” They asked.
“I never lost my haori, nor have I been here the last three days. The village I needed to travel to was a two day journey alone, there was no way I would be returning three whole days early. A five day round trip in and of itself was rather difficult to pull off.”
“Okay, yeah, sure. I totally just imagined you being here for the last three days, my bad.”
The couple was becoming a little agitated, neither willing to give up any ground, both believing what they said was true, because in a way, both sentiments were really quite true.
“Woah, Shinobu-sama, how did you get out here so fast?” Naho had to do a double take when she walked out onto the engawa with a basket of laundry.
“You even brought the girls into this? Did my absence really disturb you this much?” Shinobu shook her head in disbelief.
“I didn’t bring anyone into anything!” (Y/n) threw their hands up in exasperation.
“Wait, Naho, did you happen to check that basket for my haori already?”
(Y/n), Shinobu and Naho spun around to find another Shinobu standing in the doorway. When she locked eyes with… with herself, she stiffened.
“(Y/n), Naho, get away from her.” She cautioned.
“I think not.” Shinobu, uh, the one with the haori, stepped forward, placing herself between (Y/n), Naho, and in her eyes, the imposter.
“What the hell is going on?” (Y/n)’s eyes flitted between the two while their brain flipped through the events of last few days in an attempt to think of something, anything that would show them where they had messed up, but as far as they could tell, the Shinobus were exactly the same physically and mentally. Whoever the imposter was, was a damn good one.
And of course it didn’t take long for the rest of the girls to peek through the door with their own laundry baskets. The Shinobu who stood on the engawa urged them to stay inside. She saw how her doppelgänger’s hand rested against her blade’s hilt, her new sword was still in the process of being forged so she had no way of defending herself, or anyone else.
(Y/n) noticed this as well and and moved to put their hand atop the sword-wielding Shinobu’s, but stopped just short, hovering. The fact that (Y/n) wasn’t one hundred percent certain that she would never hurt them, made Shinobu’s heart ache.
“Let’s all just calm down… we will get to the bottom of this,” (Y/n) looked past the Shinobu in the doorway to Kanao who seemed to be frozen in place, “Kanao, bring Naho inside, keep everyone back. And… you,” they fumbled, gesturing towards the Shinobu that still stood there, “come out here.”
Shinobu stood frozen for a few beats, watching Kanao carefully walk around her without daring to make eye contact.
“(Y/n), really?” Shinobu was hurt that her own partner wasn’t fully convinced that she was herself.
“Yes, please. Let’s not make this harder than it has to be. I’ll need to be the one to figure this out.”
And so Shinobu joined them on the ground as Kanao ushered Naho back inside with the others. They watched from the doorway as the two Shinobu’s defensively stood opposite of each other with (Y/n) mediating.
“Okay—“
“(Y/n), you know it’s me, don’t you?” The Shinobu with the haori interrupted, “I have my haori, kyahan, and my nichirin sword. Items this imposter has failed to replicate.”
“It pains me to admit weakness, but you surely stole my things from me in the time I had blacked out during my most recent mission— (Y/n) don’t give me that look, I was embarrassed, that’s why I didn’t tell you. As you can see, I’m just fine now.”
“That does sound quite embarrassing… it doesn’t sound like someone who should be a Hashira. It doesn’t sound like me.” Haori Shinobu goaded.
“My, I’ve never wanted to punch myself in the face before, but there is a first time for everything I suppose.” The other Shinobu smiled tightly, fists clenched behind her back.
“Maybe you should give it a try, we can put this whole misunderstanding to rest once and for all.”
“Will you two quit it!” (Y/n) shouted, trying not to waiver as two pairs of heated, endlessly purple eyes met theirs. “We’re doing this my way!”
“And what is your way, dear?”
“Yes love, what is your plan?”
The two Shinobus locked eyes again, seemingly ready to strangle each other, but (Y/n) held their position between them firm.
“By asking questions only the real Shinobu would know the answers too. That should help us sort this out quickly.”
And boy, were they wrong.
Each answer whispered against (Y/n)’s ear was completely correct, almost always verbatim with the same inflections even. They had tried swapping the turn order to see if one of them just had very exceptional hearing, but the results remained the same. Even the most intimate questions that only the couple should know, were answered correctly by both parties. (Y/n) didn’t know what to do, they were running out of options.
But as luck would have it, what they thought would just be a throwaway question to give them more time to think of a better one was where the two finally differed.
“Where did your most recent mission take place?”
“In a village to the west, a two days walk from here.” Haori Shinobu whispered.
(Y/n) nodded, that was correct. Shinobu, with a few exceptions, always told them where her next mission would take her. She then lended her ear to the other Shinobu, surprised to see she looked a little unsure before steeling herself and leaning in to whisper her own answer.
“Near a forest to the south, almost a two week round journey.“
(Y/n) stiffened at the answer and both Shinobus noticed, the haori-clad one taking a more offensive stance than the other who looked more defensive.
“Finally slipped up, did you? Although I must say that I find the fact that you knew the answers to most of those questions entirely disturbing.”
“I am not an imposter.” The other Shinobu refuted, trying to keep her voice even. “You’ve been planning this… I… how did you make me lose so much time? What did you do to me?”
Shinobu had known something hadn’t been right from the moment she woke up on that riverbank. It had frightened her, but she did what she always did best and pushed it all deep down.
She had woken up naked with none of her beloved belongings in sight, no problem. She had found some clothes along the way.
She found herself a little more noticeably irritated by the sun. She burned more easily, but she just attributed it to the summer season. Even now her eyes stung a little.
When she got home, she had found out that she had lost almost a month of time somehow. Perhaps she had just been a little loopy from exhaustion.
She couldn’t help but be alarmed, however. Any normal person would. A month was a lot of time to be left unaccounted for. She had a half formed hypothesis in her mind that she refused to finish, afraid of the answer she’d come to. She had set up everything she would need to start testing, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually carry it out. She was such a busy woman that it was easy to come up with excuses to hold off.
“The time for mind games is over. You have lost.” Haori Shinobu asserted, “But what to do with you now… I should consult with Oyakata-sama. To imitate me with almost complete accuracy is quite concerning, and I don’t even know why you’ve done it yet.”
“(Y/n), please,” The other Shinobu beseeched, she tried to take hold of their arm, but haori Shinobu would have none of it and drew her sword in warning, forcing her doppelgänger a few steps back.
“I also don’t appreciate how you’ve manipulated my partner through all of this. To tell you the truth, that makes me the angriest of all, that you have been taking advantage of them over the last few days… maybe I should slice off a finger or two to prevent any misunderstandings moving forward.”
“Shinobu, don’t.” (Y/n) pleaded, “I feel like we might be missing something. I mean, it wasn’t your most recent mission location that she described, but it was the one right before it.”
Shinobu seemed to consider this, a spark lit her eyes like she had an idea, but she shook her head, then reconsidered. Whatever she had thought of, she didn’t seem to want it to be true.
“We need to go to the lab. It’ll take some time to set up for the testing I want to do, but—“
“It’s already set up.” The other Shinobu murmured. She tried to keep the look of dread off her face, but the other two could describe her as looking nothing short of haunted.
“What are you testing? What is this about? What do you two think is happening?” (Y/n) questioned as the Shinobus smeared blood on a microscope slide and carefully slid it into place.
Neither answered, but the Shinobu with the haori offered the other the honors of taking the first look through the microscope with a gesture of her hand. Cautiously, the other Shinobu took the opportunity, and stared through the microscope for what (Y/n) felt was an agonizingly long time before slowly straightening back up. (Y/n) felt worried for her, she looked a little paler than usual.
Haori Shinobu took a look next and let out a long exhale before straightening back up as well.
“What? What is it?” (Y/n) asked again, hating being out of the loop.
“The demon I fought during that mission had a peculiar blood art, it was able to create a clone of itself when the preceding body became too damaged to continue on. When we fought, blood from our combined wounds came into contact. I had washed it off and thought nothing of it, but it’s clear now that our combined blood resulted in…”
“In me.” The other Shinobu whispered, placing a hand on her chest, “I’m a clone.”
So many conditions had to be met just the right way for things to turn out as they did, it was unbelievable. A scientific marvel, if it had been attempted on purpose it would have never worked and yet, here (Y/n) stood with two genuine Shinobus. They had deduced that somehow the ratio of Shinobu’s blood, the demon’s, the trace amounts of poison and low light of the forest stream, was what led to the clone’s steady creation over the last month. The combination of everything else over the weakened demon blood seemed to be why this Shinobu was, well, Shinobu and not a demon. Though there were still trace amounts of demon blood in her system, the cells were dead or dying and quickly being replaced by normal, human blood cells as they days went on.
It was fascinating, but… what were they to do now? For all intents and purposes, clone Shinobu was very much as real and human as the original with all of her memories and mannerisms. The first few weeks were chaotic. They had to catch everyone up on the whole situation and well, how do you prepare someone for an introduction to their friend and colleague’s clone?
Even when the hype started to die down, the Shinobus were still rather tense around each other. It couldn’t have been easy to suddenly have someone just like you, filling the same niche as you did. But what made them most upset was how distant (Y/n) had become over those last few weeks.
(Y/n) didn’t know how to proceed. Logically, they should just continue on with the original Shinobu as they always had, right? But it felt so much more complicated to them than that. Clone Shinobu didn’t just look like Shinobu, she was her. They shared all the same memories up until clone Shinobu’s incubation began.
And (Y/n) was nothing if not extremely empathetic to that fact. They couldn’t bear to be affectionate with Shinobu knowing that the other would be resigned to grin and bear it. They knew Shinobu better than anyone, how hard it had been for her to open up to them, to allow herself to love and be loved in a romantic partnership. They loved Shinobu with all their heart, and that apparently extended to her clone as well.
So they kept themself busy and avoided them both, not an easy feat. It was hard enough trying to avoid one Shinobu, so two was an extremely difficult task. Their attempts to find them were never coordinated however, making it a little easier to stay out of their way, but then their luck had finally run out.
They had seen Shinobu turning the corner at the end of the hall they were walking through, they locked eyes and (Y/n) knew it was foolish to think they could outrun her, but they still turned and ran back in the direction they had came from. They had almost thought they were going to get away with it when they managed to reach the corner without being tackled to the ground, but they ran right into the arms of the Shinobu clone. She smirked at them as if she knew they had been coming, and then she spun them around, holding their wrists behind their back before marching them back into sight.
“Look who I caught,” She sing-songed, meeting Shinobu prime in the middle, “Safe to say that plan worked quite well.”
“Yes, and to think all we needed was a little teamwork. I’m almost sad we got them on the first attempt.”
“Well I suppose I could let them go right now and we could hunt them for sport. It would serve them right for being so cold lately. Haven’t we always made a point to communicate uncertainties instead of lonely brooding?” Clone Shinobu reminded, wiggling (Y/n)’s confined hands.
“Exactly right,” Shinobu prime nodded, “however, I am quite tired of this game of hide-and-seek. It’s time to move on.”
“Agreed.”
(Y/n)’s head swiveled between the two, their mouth opening and closing without any words coming through. The Shinobus laughed in unison.
“Surprised we’re getting along so well?” Shinobu prime asked.
“We’ve done a lot of talking since you went into hiding under our own roof,” Clone Shinobu explained, “A lot of talking.”
“Yes, it was a bit… combative at first, but we have since reached an understanding and a compromise.”
“A compromise?” (Y/n) had noticed that the clone Shinobu, though wearing Shinobu’s old, pure white haori, she was also in the possession of familiar butterfly patterned kyahan.
“Yes, a compromise of many parts.”
“So many discussions.”
“As it turns out, it’s actually quite useful to be in two places at once.”
“It definitely makes the work load more manageable.”
“We suddenly found ourselves with more time on our hands.”
“But what is the point of having more time,”
“If we can’t spend it with all of the people we care about.”
“And we do mean all.”
“You guys are making me dizzy with all this back and forth…” (Y/n) chuckled nervously. Clone Shinobu had since let go of their wrists since they weren’t trying to escape anymore, so they rubbed the back of their neck to try to soothe their nerves.
“Would it be better if we spoke in unison?” The doubles asked together.
“Oh gods no, that’s so creepy!”
They laughed and (Y/n) couldn’t help but to join in. When they quieted, the Shinobu’s crowded around them to give them a hug and they melted. It had felt like forever since they lost got a Shinobu hug, and now it was double the comfort! Their skin burned and their heart sped up when a pair of chaste kisses were placed on either cheek. Then their hands were taken by a Shinobu on either side and together they led them down the hall.
“Where are we going?” (Y/n) asked.
“We haven’t decided yet.”
“We just know that wherever we go, you are required to go with us.”
“Oh, required huh?” They grinned.
“That’s what you get when you avoid us for days on end.”
“Now you have to be at our mercy for whatever activities we decide to partake in.”
(Y/n)’s grin faltered upon seeing the mischievous look the duo shared as they tugged them along. Did they have some kind of psychic link? Why were they suddenly giggling, and why did it sound so evil? Oh gods… they should not have left them alone together. One Shinobu could be plenty to deal with on her own, but two?
(Y/n) didn’t stand a chance.
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MILITARY WIFE -
[ot7 x reader]
SEOKJIN -
jin: if you’re pregnant now this the time to tell me
y/n: blocking you
jin: you are my fire
y/n: kick fucking rocks seokjin
jin: breaking both my legs
y/n: are you gonna miss me that much?
jin: no
being in the army seems like so much effort
y/n: bye
jin: i’m so fr
what the fuck am i kim seokjin gonna do in the fucking army
y/n: ran laps and shit idk
jin: FOR 2 YEARS
oh no
sorry not going
i have a really bad knee and ur pregnant my arm is bent backwards and hitting all these c4’s has given me slight brain damage
y/n: clearly
jin: what
y/n: what
jin: plus ur like super depressed and me leaving would only increase that depression which is understandable
yk? since i’m me and all
y/n: i think i’ll be fine
jin: don’t lie babe
y/n: just say ur gonna miss me and move on kim seokjin
jin: i won’t and pls stop saying my full name i don’t know you like that…
y/n: suddenly ur single
jin: wtf what did i do
y/n: i’m so sick of you
jin: see a doctor or something idk?
but we need to make a baby like rn ur not pregnant right ?
y/n: no and i don’t plan on being anytime soon
jin: um that’s not apart of the plan…
i clearly said ur pregnant my arm is bent backwards and something bout a knee injury are you not following?????
y/n: no i am
i just think ur being ridiculous
jin: ME???????
i think ur the ridiculous one rn
ur loving bf is trying to stay with you and is willing to go against the laws to do so and ur not helping???
i think we should take a break or something…
y/n: for 2 years?
jin: OMG UR WORKING WITH THEM ARENT YOU?
you want me gone
y/n: …
YOONGI -
y/n:
yoongi: bye
i’m not even gone yet
y/n: i don’t know if i’m ready for the military wife shit…
yoongi: we aren’t married so you don’t need to worry about that life
y/n: shut the fuck up
anyways
bae why didn’t you tell me sooner i mean what if was pregnant or something ???
yoongi: you’ve known for a whole year and ur not pregnant.
y/n: WHAT IF YOONGI
yoongi: do not start this shit again.
y/n: you wouldn’t be there when i gave birth..
the first birthday…
i can’t do this yoongi…
yoongi: oh no i guess we have to break up😱
y/n: yk what i’m gonna have a blast when ur gone
yoongi: crazy
what about the baby
y/n: fuck the baby the baby isn’t real it was a test of your love and commitment to me and you FAILED
yoongi: damn :/
y/n: you’ll be fine tho right
yoongi: ofc my love
y/n: i mean idc i knew that lolz
was just checking
yoongi: i know bby
y/n: ew ur hot and i love you
yoongi: ew?
y/n: ew
yoongi: ew i guess i love you too
y/n: and u think i’m hot?
yoongi: the hottest
y/n: ur so cringe bro
yoongi: bro???
y/n: it’s time to put this picture up i think
yoongi: 😐
y/n: and when people come to our house i’m gonna be like “yeah that’s my husband… he’s out at war rn” (i’m looking out the window at this point) a single tear runs down my face as i rub my stomach and smile “he’ll be back soon” then there’ll be a knock at the door making me and who ever tf is with me jump a little i go answer the door with the person following behind me (they are nosey af) i open the door and gasp “bang pd… what are you doing here?” he’s holding his hat in his hands and looks really upset he looks at the ground as he speaks to me “y/n….”
yoongi: what the fuck
let the pregnancy thing go
and just because i’m joining the military doesn’t mean i’m going to war you know that right?
and why do i have to die at the end?
y/n: you need to be asking the real questions like who tf is in the house with me ?
also i never said you died YOU said that
yoongi: well it was implied that i died
y/n: shut UP
yoongi: anyways im omw home put the heating on
y/n: sir yes sir 🫡
JIMIN -
y/n: WHEN YOU SAID LIGHT IT UP LIKE DYNAMITE YOU WAS FR THIS WHOLE TIME ?!?
jimin: yeah babe 😔💔
y/n: you fr gonna me lighting hoes up ????
jimin: with a little funk and soul
y/n: omg send me a pic of ur first ak 🥺
jimin: idk if they’ll actually give us guns
y/n: why not?
jimin: kim namjoon with a gun make that make sense
y/n: ur so right
maybe they’ll just give you one
and yoongi the others idk…
my boys and their lil pistols 🥺🥺🥺🥺
jimin: do you think i’ll look good bald?
y/n: no
but it’s okay i’ll still love you
jimin: …
y/n: xoxo
NAMJOON -
y/n: you taking this army shit too far don’t you think…
namjoon: 🤨
y/n: i’m ur number one supporter always but like…
i’m all for army don’t get me wrong
but actually joining one i think you’ve got confused…
namjoon: babe.
y/n: so if you could fix ur confusion then we can continue
namjoon: buzzcut
y/n: ur bags are packed
when do you join
when do i get to see
you can take your phone with you right
GOd FORBID I LET YOU TAKE THAT FUCK ASS ANDROID make sure you take that iphone
you can definitely send me photos right
ur gonna be so buff omg
i’m gonna combust
but i like ur long hair
wtf no
☹️☹️☹️☹️
it makes you look so great
it’s so you
so soft
frames ur face so nicely
what if i hate the buzz
what if ur head is wonky
nvm u cant do it
tell them ur not going because what if the other people bully you for ur wonky head
i won’t be there to help you
i cant have that
ok it’s official you’re staying
namjoon: babe
y/n: call them namjoon before it’s too late
namjoon: it’s going to be fine
y/n: no it’s not
wtf am i gonna do without you
FOR 2 YEARS BABE
ur telling me i have to eat alone as in all by myself ?
no thanks
i’ll pass
namjoon: stop it
it’ll be fine
y/n: 😟😟😟😟😟😟
don’t talk to me i’m sad
man
what the heck
ok i’m over it
namjoon: oh?
y/n: yep
namjoon: cool
y/n: cool.
namjoon: 👍🏻
y/n: fuck you and ur stupid little thumbs up
namjoon: what
y/n: what if i also join the army
namjoon: be fr with me love
y/n: WDYM i could so do it
namjoon: right…
if you were to join
it literally changes nothing
y/n: :c
we could shoot guns together
and have a picnic on the field
namjoon: we would be separated babe
y/n: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
namjoon: oh wow
y/n: i am over it
namjoon: ofc you are
y/n: are you trying to fight me??
namjoon: no??
y/n: how about i pack ur bags now
just leave me in the dirt already idc
namjoon: ☹️
TAEHYUNG -
y/n: is all of seventeen single?
tae: idk wtf
i do not see why this is relevant
y/n: yk
tae: yk what?
y/n: i’m going to ask google
tae: hello what???
y/n: google didn’t help
the bitch said maybe maybe not
loser
she’s supposed to KNOW
tae: what is going on
and do you not have their numbers
thought u were besties
y/n: IK THAT
but i can’t just ask like that what if they catch on
what then tae
tae: catch on to what?
y/n: that i want one of them
are you silly
keep up
but that would totally ruin my whole plan
tae: ???
are you sick in the head
ur bf is right here
you are actively telling me all this yk that right?
ur kinda a bad cheater
y/n: hey
i need to make plans for the future ur gonna be gone for 2 years i need to be loved
tae: i’ll still love you when i’m in the army wtf
y/n: cute
but that will not cut it
who will i wake up to everyday?
who will play the trumpet at 9pm really loud and do it as bad as you?
who will talk to me about their sick obsession with feet?
tae: fine be like that
i just find a new gf fuck you
cheating BITCH
y/n: wtf
that is not fair i let you kiss and cuddle ur all ur little members for our whole relationship
i think it’s only fair that i get to hold a seventeen members hand for a bit
tae: i DO NOT kiss and cuddle them wtf
y/n: okay.
tae: what if somebody leaks our chats and the people believe that
it will ruin my perfect image
y/n: they already think you kiss and cuddle and ur doing perfectly fine
tae: how do you know
y/n: how do you not know
tae: what seventeen member do you want
y/n: don’t talk about my bfs like they are shopping items
but i am not picky woman
first come first serve
tae: but you-
nvm idc
fuck you
y/n: maybe i’ll date them all at once
then i fr never be lonely
tae: my fans will dox you and take all ur money
y/n: booo
my house is your house
my money is your money
we’ll be doxxed and broke together when you come back 😍
my 13 men will take care of me when ur gone
tae: 13 men is 26 feet 🦶
y/n: this is when i stop talking to you
JUNGKOOK -
jk: :(
me when i think about going to the army
:/
me when i think about being alone
:(
me when think about being away from you
:/
me 2 hours ago
:D
me rn
y/n: what changed in the last 2 hours
jk: i got something
y/n: what did you get
jk: i don’t want to tell you
just know it makes me happy and i’m a grown adult so i can buy what ever i want
y/n: omg okay.
why so defensive what the hell
jk: you shouted at me last time i told you about something i got
y/n: jungkook you brought a rock for 4k
a
ROCK
for
4
k
jk: the past is the past for a reason
y/n: anyways
what did you get
jk: not telling
anyways have i told you how much i love toy story
loved it for my whole life
y/n: you watched it for the first time yesterday
jk: ok?
y/n: bye
maybe going to the army will do you good
they might be able to scare you into acting right
jk: i act perfectly fine the heck?
y/n: a 4k rock is not perfectly fine to me
LIKE FR A PLAIN NORMAL ROCK it’s all coming back to me ur actually so sick in the head omg
jk: LET IT GO OMG
ur making me upset
y/n: what the fuck jungkook
jk: ?????
y/n: how much money did you pay for this
jk: not following
are we still on the rock?
because it was 4k you literally just said that
y/n: jungkook
jk: stop saying my name i’m kinda scared rn
y/n: WHY DID A PACKAGE OF 1462 TOY STORY SOCKS JUST COME TO MY DOOR?
jk: oh
lolz
why would you open it
was my package not urs :(
y/n: how much was it
jk: my phone is going crazy rn omg
i think someone leaked my number
i have to get rid of it asap omg
y/n: i will not let you into this house
how much was it
jk: haha
so um
funny thing is
omg is that car coming towards me?
omg i think itBDSHD/£:££:£:£:;£;&3&348(8(8(84847£4£44££;£3&3&
hey
this is a random lady on the street ur bf jungkook got hit by a car he idk if he’s alive let me pass the phone
hEy babbbe i cAn hrdly breatheee rn idk if i’m gnA make ittttt
jst know in my last momentttts i was thInking obf u luv u biye xx
y/n: do not come home unless you want to die fr
jk: hello this is the random lady again ur bf died i’m sorry for ur loss
y/n: how much did the socks cost you
jk: 7
y/n: 7?
jk: k
y/n: i pray the army takes everything from you
jk: ….
y/n: including ur will to live
HOSEOK -
hobi: until i join the army i have decided to live my life as an australian
starting now
y/n: how unfortunate
hobi: naur way it’s dandy mate
y/n: oh wow
what made you make this decision?
hobi: i saw that new jeans girl say let’s gaur and my life was changed mate
y/n: ur accents so strong it comes through in text that’s crazy i must say
hobi: let’s gaur down under on top naur way
y/n: this is taking years off my life
hobi: naur way mate hopefully it takes 2 years off mine mate let’s gaur
y/n: this feels like it’s a form of self punishment
hobi: bingo mate naur way you’ve cracked it i wanna die mate
y/n: wow
this is a lot to take in all at once
hobi: naur mate this is crush hour crush hour let’s gaur
y/n: idk if australians say naur in every sentence
hobi: naur mate it’s an auzzy thing mate you would get it let’s gaur
y/n: no cuz ur so right my fault
hobi: naur i think it’s time i end this let’s gaur
i will now only talk in song lyrics
starting now
pop pop pop
y/n: oh man
i was just starting to like the australian thing
hobi: pull my sneakers on
tell me tell me
y/n: tell you what?
hobi: got army right behind us when we say so
y/n: soon u will be army
isn’t that crazy
hobi: darling i don’t wish you well
y/n: omg ?!
rude
breaking up with you
hobi: i might kill my ex
y/n: sick little fuck
hobi: kiss kiss fall in love
baby i’m sorry
y/n: forgive you
hobi: i’m not sorry
ok i’ve decided i only want to talk in emoji
starting now
☠️
y/n: i feel like i’m having a stroke
hobi: 😭🙏🏻
y/n: i’m leaving now
hobi: 😟😟😟😟😟😟
😣😣😣😣😣
😰😰😰😰😰
😞😞😞😞😞
😐😐😐😟😟
…
kinda hate this one. did write it before jin left too so yez also sorry jimin’s one is kinda short it’s sosososs long to make these individual ones i feel like as i go through each member you can see me low-key going insane and shit not making any sense hope you enjoyed it tho xoxo
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The Generals Daughter
Chapter II
Silence takes over the courtyard as Commandant Panchek stands stunned on the dais in the front. “Come again, rider? How dare you interrupt-“
The boy steps to the side, revealing my lingering figure behind him and the mans face pales instantly when his eyes find my glaring ones. Fear strikes his face.
Damn, I know that my father is scary, and his reputation is ahead of him but that the higher ups still shit their pants when they see me will never not surprise me. That makes me think … how many people around here, besides the Commandant, did father informed that I'll join Basgiath this year?
“A-ah Cadet! I-it’s great to see you’ve made it safely across the Parapet.” Did he- did he just stutter?! My face surely must show amusement because he tries to hide his nervousness and fear with a shit eating grin. If one word describes this man, then it’s pathetic.
He turns to another third year I know all too well – Fen Riorsons son, Xaden. The bane of my father’s existence. He already warned me about my future wingleader and the other “marked ones”.
Xaden looks good though, even with the confused frown on his face that almost everyone up there wears since I arrived with the rider next to- oh well. Not next to me anymore. He must have went off to find his squad.
I can feel the stares on me and hear the whispers of the other cadets on me, while my glare is still fixated on the persons up the dais. My bet is, Panchek tells them who I am and that they discuss which wing I’ll join, even though General Melgren and Sorrengail made it crystal clear where I'll be going.
Suddenly Xaden tenses and throws a quick glance over his shoulder with fury in his eyes to which I only lift an eyebrow in question when our eyes meet. Then he turns back to the others and nods.
The crowd is waiting patiently for them to finish up and it’s Panchek who steps forward again.
“As I was saying, three hundred and two of you have survived the Parapet to become cadets today,” he wears that political slimy smile again. “Good job. Sixty-seven did not.”
Well, that’s unfortunate. My guess is that the weather had a big impact on those numbers, but it could have been that asshole that threw other candidates from the Parapet down like he owns the place. A shiver runs down my spine while thinking he lingers around somewhere, possibly making friends that are as crazy as him. Shits about to get real when my name is revealed, and I don`t know what I should hope for, but I fear the worst.
He talks about the Codex and what we should expect during our first year while he gestures wildly with his hands. All talk, no bite this man. I had the unfortunate luck to meet him more than just once through my father’s career and I did not enjoy his company any fucking minute. He is annoying as hell and wants General Sorrengails position first, and then my fathers. As if that would ever happen, when father’s signet is one of the most important on the continent and when he has Codagh.
“… My best advice? Don’t die.” Easier said than done.
He walks off the dais with his executive commandant in tow but not without throwing a quick glance my way. Please just go away.
A brunette woman steps forward and calls out the section and squad leaders to take their positions. While finding their place in the front, Dain Aetos eyes meet mine over the distance, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to study me, nice try buddy. He stands in the section of Second Wing; I think he is squad leader for Flame Section if I recall right.
We met each other over a year ago through Violet, since he is or was her best friend. I never liked him, too much of a “we have to strictly follow the rules” guy. But he isn't really fond of me too, thinks I am a bad influence on Violet.
One by one, cadets find their way into formation and soon Second Wing is called.
“Violet Sorrengail. Second Squad! Flame Section! Second Wing!”
Thank god's she is alive, but wait- those were not General Sorrengails orders!!? This is really bad and after finding said girl in the masses she seems to be relieved, but when I let my gaze fall on Dain again– oh? I see how it is. He must have something to do with this, because he has the audacity to smirk when his eyes find mine again. But I know it better than him, he won't be laughing for long.
Violet and her friend (?) walk over to their assigned squad and take place into formation. Third Wing is called and after that Fourth Wing. Time to shine – or not. I am one of the last cadets to be called into formation.
“Arya Melgren. Second Squad! Flame Section! Fourth Wing!” Xaden calls out.
There are more than just a few startled gasps and shocked whispers of my last name.
Only a handful of carefully selected people, mostly leadership, my teachers/trainers plus Violet and Dain, know about my existence, so I am not surprised that the majority here had no fucking clue that General Melgren has a daughter. Even the wingleader, beside Riorson, and their executives look uncomfortable.
I quickly make my way into formation while Xaden is busy studying Violet, trying to find out how the fuck he gets her into Fourth Wing and with the little tilt of his head I think he figured out what to do. He turns his back to the crowd to talk to the wingleader of Second Squad, and then the other two wingleader joins what seems to be a heated discussion. Whispers fills the Rotunda as everyone is waiting for further instructions from their leaders. They turn back and Xadens smirk tells me he got what he wanted. Thank fuck, I wouldn’t want to be in General Sorrengails wrath when she finds out that her daughter would have been somewhere else than the assigned wing.
“Dain Aetos, you and your squad will switch with Aura Beinhaven’s,” Nyra orders. My squad.
“Follow me” Beinhaven says and steps forward with her squad following. Well, everyone but me, I have specific orders from above. And while my now ex-squad gives me confused stares as they're passing me, Xaden and I share a quick glance. He nods once and I know, I stay where I am, about to join Aetos squad.
Aetos and his squad find their way into my direction, the squad leader at the front.
“Aetos” I greet him with a grin on my lips, arms crossed. I`ll annoy the fuck out of him this year, this will be so much fun. “Melgren,” he replies with a frown on his face, “I believe your squad is now in Second Wing.”
“I am right where I belong to. Fourth Wing, Flame Section, Second Squad. Those were the orders” I say, my gaze hardening to underline what I am hinting at. Realization crosses his face, and he grows uncomfortable under my glare.
“Into formation, Second Squad!” he orders with a hiss when he notices cadets lingering around.
Violet and her friend find their place next to me, greeting me with a gentle smile which I gladly return. “Arya, I am glad to see you.” “Same goes for you, Silver One. I am happy to see you made it safely.”
The dark tanned girl next to her scoffs at my response, which confuses me. “Hardly” she murmurs.
My eyes find Violets blue ones with question marks all over my face. She leans over and whispers “A guy from now First Wing tried to kill me after throwing another candidate down the Parapet, Jack Barlowe is his name” in my ear. Oh shit, that must have been the asshole I saw earlier when I observed the candidates.
Eyes widening, I quickly scan her for possible injuries but to my relief, I find none.
“Quiet” Dain hisses in front of us.
Our focus shifts back up the dais where Xaden steps forward. Violet tenses as she keeps eye contact with our wingleader. I take her hand into mine to ease her nerves, which doesn`t goes unnoticed by her friend. Shit, I need to ask Vi for her name before I embarrass myself.
“Rhiannon Matthias” the girl whispers to which I send a thankful nod and a gentle smile, getting a grin back in return.
“You’re all cadets now,” Xadens voice caries out over the formations. “Take a look at your squad. These are the only people guaranteed by Codex not to kill you. But just because they can’t end your life doesn’t mean others won’t. You want a dragon? Earn one.”
Some cadets cheer like they already have a dragon, but the three of us stay quiet. There is nothing to cheer about in this hellhole.
I space out while Xaden edges the crowd but along the cheers … there is something different. It’s not just cheering, that`s-
“Oh gods, they are beautiful” Rhiannon whispers as my gaze shifts to the sky. There they are – the dragons belonging to the leadership of the Riders Quadrant.
Unbelievably gorgeous and incredibly deadly at the same time. It’s always unsettling to be around Codagh, since he is the biggest dragon on the continent and given our history, but Sgaeyl, Xadens dragon – she is undeniable fascinating and terrifying. Especially when she stares into Violets eyes like she wants to eat her.
A cadet bolds out of formation, screaming and trying to get away from here. All hell breaks loose.
#fourth wing#fourth wing x reader#iron flame#bodhi durran#xaden riorson#bodhi durran x oc#bodhi durran x reader
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So I always wanted to see more to this story but I never did so I guess I’ll just do it myself.
Eddie sat his hairy ass back on Johnny’s face and ripped another huge fart. “Come on boy. Eat my ass. It’s all sweaty and itchy. Let me feel that tongue soothe my nasty hole” Eddie smothered the slave’s face until he couldn’t breathe, then yelled “Either you eat my ass or you die under it. Your choice.” Johnny started to lick and suck on Eddie’s hairy hole while Eddie started wiggling and pushing back against his tongue, farting wetly while he started to stroke his 7 inch dick. “Oh yeah, that’s a good boy. Keep going. Mmm. Fuck!” Prrrrrrttttttt Fssssssssshhhhhh Eddie smothered poor Johnny’s head, farting and getting ate deeply, pushing his hole into the slave’s mouth until he came. When he came though, he ended up pushing out the tip of thick turd. “Oh damn! Disturbs to do that.” He started to get up, unsure of what rules Raul might have and then thought better of it. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Open up your mouth slave boy” he pushed until the boy’s mouth was full, then cut off the huge turd, dropping the first bit in Johnny’s mouth. “Chew and swallow, then I’ll let you breathe” he said as he sat and squashed Johnny’s face once again. Johnny was forced to chew up the nasty shit. It was disgusting and he could taste bits of corn and nuts. He finished swallowing and Eddie let out a big fart around the dump that was still in his hairy ass right as Raul came back. “I see you’re enjoying my fart slave. How’s he doing? He sucking up all your gas for you?” Raul talked to his friend while sitting his naked hairy ass on Johnny’s stomach and ripped a giant fart. FPRPprfprfprpfrFPRFPRFRFPRPprfprfprpfrFPRFPRFRPPFRFPRFPRPRPFRPRPFRPFRPFRPFRPFRPRFPFRPPPFRFPRFPRPRPFRPRPFRPFRPFRPFRPFRPRFPFRP “He’s doing all right. I wish I could push more but I really gotta take a big shit to be honest” Eddie said, farting one more time before getting up. “Oh, well it looks like you already let a bit out” looking at the streaks around Johnny’s mouth. “Sorry about that man. I was just pushing and it just kind to came out” Raul smirked down at Johnny, saying “Oh it’s fine, just kept that to a minimum. I’m trying to train him to take everything out of my fat, hairy ass anyway and it’d be awesome to watch him choke on one of your big shits. I just want to be the first to feed him” Eddie made his way to the bathroom and started to fill the toilet with his giant dump with the door open. “That being said, don’t bother to wipe. You can just use his tongue” Raul yelled to Eddie over the loud farts and grunting coming from the hairy man.
#male farts#gay shit#human toilet#im lactose intolerant#hairy male#face farts#gassy farts#fart kink#sniff sniff
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★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 16 - My Allies
Izumi: That should be it for the shopping.
Tsumugi: Ah, right. I ran out of fertilizer…
Izumi: Should we make a stop at the flower shop?
Tsumugi: No, it’s a bit heavy, so I’ll ask someone else to help me next time I’m out and I’ll get it then.
Izumi: Got it. Oh, and speaking of flower shops, there’s that boy who’s a fan of ours that lives in a flower shop that I pass by a lo--.
Towa: …
Izumi: Huh? Towa-kun?
Towa: Ah…
Izumi: Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?
*Stomach growls*
Towa: I wanna… eat some rice…
*Thud*
Izumi: Huh?
Tsumugi: …He collapsed in the middle of the street?
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Towa: Let’s eat!
Tsumugi: You must’ve been starving.
Izumi: But I thought you were living at your aunt’s flower shop? It’s pretty close, so why…?
Towa: Actually… I ran away from home.
Sakuya: Ran away!?
Sakyo: Reminds me of a certain someone.
Azami: There’s a lotta people who run away from home in this dorm.
Kumon: Ahaha, true~.
Tenma: You were one of them, though.
Izumi: Did you run away because there’s something troubling you?
Towa: …
Masumi: If you’re not going to say anything, leave.
Sakuya: Hey, c’mon, he probably has his reasons.
Towa: …Sorry for causing you guys so much trouble.
Towa: …I’ve always admired you all. I’ve always wanted to be someone who could be passionate about something.
Towa: All my studies, my lessons, my hobbies, I’ve always done them half-heartedly. I’ve always tried to not work as hard as I could.
Sakuya: …Why is that?
Towa: …I didn’t want to disappoint myself.
Towa: I guess I didn’t want to try too hard, fail, and then be disappointed in myself.
Towa: If I did, I’d be embarrassed, and scared, and feel like I should just curl up and die then and there.
Towa: But then I happened to see a play by MANKAI Company’s Spring Troupe, and fell in love with how much everyone was sparkling.
Towa: I was desperate to do something like that, to actually accomplish something. I wanted to try and shine like that, too.
Towa: But I didn’t know what to do…
Towa: I wanted to be closer to Veludo Way, where you all were, so I sent in an application to Hanasaki and transferred there last minute.
Izumi: That’s the reason why…!?
Banri: Pretty damn impressive that you managed to pass the entrance exam. The standard score you need to get in there is pretty high.
Towa: I studied harder than I ever had in my entire life!
Sakuya: You sure were motivated, huh?
Masumi: You’re insane.
Towa: It was because I wanted to be closer to all of you guys, but I had another reason too…
Towa: Everyone in my family really spoils me. They’re always ready to drop everything to give me anything I’m interested in or anything I need.
Towa: They’ll almost always listen to my selfishness and it made all my friends really jealous when I told them, so I wondered if it was really okay for me to keep living like that…
Towa: They didn’t even object when I transferred schools.
Towa: They said I should go wherever I wanted to go. And not only that, but they helped me with cram school and got me a tutor too.
Towa: They also asked my aunt if I could live with her.
Towa: My family is really kind, and I love them so much, but I hate how spoiled I become when I’m with them. That’s why I decided to leave.
Yuki: You’ve got guts.
Tsumugi: It’s really nice of your family to support the path you chose, Towa-kun.
Towa: But… Apparently, they thought it wouldn’t be long before I came back home.
Towa: “It’s not like there’s anything he really wants to do”, “He won’t be able to do it alone, away from his family”...
Towa: When I overheard my aunt and my mom say stuff like that while they were talking on the phone, I got so mad that I just stormed out.
Towa: …But they were right. All I have is the things I admire. I don’t have a clue about what I actually want to do with myself.
Towa: I really can’t do anything on my own…
Sakuya: I don’t think that’s true.
Citron: You have already made it this far!
Chikage: You’ve even managed to make your way into the dorms of the theater company you admire.
Towa: Ah…
Itaru: You tried your hardest, got accepted into Hanasaki, and made it all the way to the Holy Land, isn’t that enough proof right there?
Sakuya: I think it’s amazing that you’re venturing out into a whole new world entirely on your own.
Itaru: You don’t need to rush things. Everyone figures out what they want to do with themselves eventually.
Tsumugi: I think you probably understand feeling like that the most, right, Banri-kun?
Banri: This sorta thing’s all about timing, and, well, I guess fate’s sorta a part of it too. There ain’t any point in rushin’ things.
Juza: For you, it was more like when people try ‘n stage car crashes for insurance money, though.
Banri: The hell you just say?
Izumi: You’re able to do lots of things.
Izumi: If we hadn’t met you, we never would’ve thought of doing that workshop, Towa-kun.
Towa: …Thank you so much. I’m still really sorry about all the trouble I’ve caused you.
Izumi: You’re aunt’s probably worried sick, so someone should get in touch with her. Are you able to do that on your own?
Towa: Yeah.
Towa: --Ah, so many notifs in the chat.
shiki: Please contact us.
kar: Don’t die
Iv: wanna come over to my place?
shiki: Just calm down and don’t do anything rash!
Izumi: Chat?
Towa: They’re friends I met through a game called “Bloom Game”.
Towa: We’re always talking about all kinds of different things on BlooCh-- the in-game chat.
Towa: We’ve never met before, and we don’t even know what any of the others look like, but that’s why we can talk and feel like we’re always so connected.
Towa: It’s just another one of the places I belong.
Izumi: I see. Make sure you get in touch with them too, then.
Towa: I will.
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Sakuya: Do you need someone to take you home?
Towa: I’m good. It’s not that far away and my aunt said she’d meet me halfway.
Sakuya: Got it. Well then, get home safely, okay?
Citron: And you are always welcome to come here if you ever run away from home again!
Masumi: Please don’t.
Tsuzuru: Not sure when we became a place that welcomes runaways, but, I guess it’s not so bad being a place like that.
Izumi: Bye.
Towa: Thank you for the meal! And good luck with your next performance! I can’t wait to see it!
*Footsteps*
Tsuzuru: Our next performance, huh…
Itaru: We’ve still gotta face our own problems too.
Chikage: …Right.
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*Phone notification*
Sakuya: Ah… I really need to reply…
Sakuya: Haaah… Something that’s like us, huh.
Tenma: Does the upcoming Romeo have lines like that?
Sakuya: Huh? Ah, no.
Tenma: Heard your rehearsals didn’t go too well.
Sakuya: …Yuzo-san watched us rehearse today.
Sakuya: He told us to think about what makes a play a Spring Troupe play again, and to think about what our debut performance was like too.
Sakuya: We’ve definitely improved and gained a lot more experience, but what are we lacking more than back then…
Sakuya: There’s no way our feelings aren’t stronger than they were back then.
Tenma: Something you’re lacking, huh? There were lots of things you were lacking during your RomiJuli performance.
Tenma: Your acting was rough at best, and it was overall a pretty shaky start. But even so… I still wonder about what exactly it was that made you guys sparkle like that.
Tenma: You all just seemed to be enjoying the new world of theater with everything you had in you.
Sakuya: New world…
Tenma: You made me want to go with you-- To take that step into the world of the stage.
Sakuya: I was so happy to hear you praise RomiJuli after you joined the troupe, Tenma-kun.
Tenma: Now that I think about it, you must’ve had problems back during rehearsals for your debut performance, right?
Tenma: I mean, I did ask you how you solved problems during your performance while we were rehearsing for Summer Troupe’s debut performance.
Sakuya: I guess you’re right…
Sakuya: While we were rehearsing for our debut, Yuzo-san told us that we didn’t understand a thing about the stage and--...
Sakuya: That’s it! Thanks, Tenma-kun! I’m gonna go and get a little more acquainted with the stage again!
Tenma: --No problem.
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#a3!#a3! translation#towa ichinoe#sakuya sakuma#tenma sumeragi#// towa’s so real for everything he does
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SUKUNA RYOMEN X MALE READER
a/n: first of all, i’m so done of ftms being a fucking bottom like damn man just bcuz we have a fucking vagina doesn’t mean we like to take it in and get fucked like a common whore ??? smh
and also, not to break anyones heart and dreams but, sukuna would be downright transphobic as he is misogynistic.
cw: very short fic since it’s an old wip, pwp (?), transphobia, t-slur, sub bottom sukuna, trans dom top reader, strap is referred to as cock, degrading, hatefuck, ooc sukuna
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sukuna ryomen, a millennium old curse who had the guts to be transphobic in a modern day era. you were sure he only did it to get under your skin (or shall i say, clothes?) and boy, did it work.
so you decided to show him how wrong he was, and god, does he look so pretty twitching and moaning like that.
“look at you, the big bad curse called sukuna ryomen who called little old me a fucking woman now begging for this pity ‘woman’s cock” you taunted
this pathetic sight of a curse legend that you’re fingering is the man who claimed to be the most powerful of them all, the man who wreaked havoc and judged death for all the sorcerers who stood in his way in the old days, the man who views women and children as pawns. as his personal plaything, and so does those who “pretend to be men”.
“ngh..fuck! just get on with it already! you’re boring me” he demanded however, his ass said otherwise
“you don’t get to command me here, you little shit. if i didn’t know any better, i’d almost mistaken you for being a common man-whore instead”
“says you! you- mm fuck”
“for a pretty face like you, you certainly have the mind and the mouth of a trash bag. don’t worry, i’ll fuck the trash out of you”
“you’re all talk, no bite”
“oh, but i do bite” and you did, you almost laughed on how he released a loud pornographic moan. and now who was the one that’s really ‘all talk, no bite’?
you were also getting impatient but you’d rather die than admit it. begrudgingly, your lubed cock finally had finally gone in his ass, his hands are making way to your shoulders. his nails digging deep in your flesh, you’re almost certain it would draw blood.
“taking me so well– now i know why you hate women so bad. or anyone with a ‘female’ genitalia, it’s because you like taking dicks, isn’t it?” you said as you caress his stomach
“don’t push your luck, tranny” he grunted, switching his other hand from your shoulders to grip your wrist
oh that little shit, how you hated that word. guess you’d have to fuck that transphobia out of him, huh?
#finally published this. thanks to @wedgiewarriors#not proofread#sukuna thirsts#sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna ryoumen x reader#sukuna ryomen x male reader#sukuna x male reader#jjk male reader insert#male reader#jjk x m!reader#jjk x male reader#sukuna x m!reader#x male reader#reader insert#afab!reader#top male reader#dom!reader#dom male reader#dom reader
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Forever Never Would- Kaz Brekker
Okay!! This is the second of two fics coming out and, while I wrote the first about two weeks back and I thought that it would take me forever, I finished writing this YESTERDAY, and I only got the chance to do a few edits before posting.
This fic encompasses several different prompts from the 500 follower concert celebration, but hey! It’s my birthday fic and I love fics written in this style, so I decided I wanted to write one.
Fic type- this is mostly fluffy, with a bit of angst and near-death thrown in there for funsies
Warnings- mentions of poison and stabbing, poor proofreading (we die like matthias helvar)
SEVENTEEN
Kaz found himself sighing as he woke, head lifting from one of the rare plans that he’d written down. Heists had been going awry lately due to a general lack of sleep, and the nap had snuck up on him.
Well, it depended upon what one called a lack of sleep, really. Was three hours across seven days really a mere lack of sleep, or was it deprivation?
Kaz didn’t know what he would call such thing as that, but damn it, was it good to wake up after several hours spent with his eyes closed. Even if those hours had been spent sleeping at his desk, they were ones that Kaz had to consider well spent.
He glimpsed the window, noticing that it’d been left open and that it was displaying the last of the winter sunrise. He realized then, that he’d slept for a full nine hours. It was the most time he’d slept in much too long.
He straightened his back, eyes going to the door as he heard it open.
“Morning,” you whispered. “I do hope you’re feeling well rested. Nina wants us at the Kooperom in an hour.”
Kaz thanked you as you placed a to-go cup of coffee on his desk. “Let me guess, she wanted us there at eight bells, and you negotiated?”
“I offered a box of the toffees that came in last week, and told her outright that it’s been difficult around here for a while,” you said. “She and Matthias have been in Ravka for three months and Wylan and Jesper will back me up if they ask. Inej will, too. She probably heard our conversation, actually. I noticed her sitting on the high point of a rooftop to get a good view of the Harbor during sunrise.”
Kaz shrugged. “It’s better than her knowing that I’ve not slept much in the past while,” he said. “She’d offer me a sleep syrup that the Grisha Triumvirate are rolling out. Thank you.”
You shrugged. “You owe me a cup of tea, Brekker.”
“I’ll cover your breakfast and we’ll call it even?”
That made you grin, and Kaz pushed aside the distinct way that his heart beat quickened and turned his gaze to his cane in an effort to ignore the slight pull he felt at the corners of his lips, the pull that he knew would’ve made him smile so widely that his face would’ve begun to hurt.
“The deal is the deal,” you said.
Kaz let a smirk cross his lips, solely for the fact that he couldn’t stop himself, as he met your gaze. “The deal is the deal.”
You sighed. “All right. Drink your coffee, get dressed. Meet me down at the bar in thirty minutes, and if I’m not nursing a brandy, we’ll call it a miracle.”
“The water is working again, if you’re still in desperate need of a shower?” Kaz asked. The cold had frozen the pipes, and he’d only been able to get a reliable plumber out to the Slat the day before. “I’m guessing you used one of the many showers at the Van Eck-Fahey residence in the meantime?”
You scoffed. “Of course I did,” you said. “I could use a bit of water on my face to wake me up a bit more, though, so thank you for the tip about the pipes.”
Kaz shrugged. “You and that electric kettle you’ve made space for in your room deserve a good bit of tea that doesn’t cost you eight kruge. Enjoy.”
“My tea and I certainly will,” you said, smirking. Kaz watched as you turned to go, some part of him not wanting you to leave. “Oh, and Kaz?”
“Yeah?”
“I put sugar in your coffee, and a dash of cream.”
Kaz scoffed. “That’s unnecessarily cruel, Y/N.”
“As is the fact that I still have two of your shirts, but what adds to that is the knowledge you must have by now, the knowledge that you will never be getting those back.”
“Enjoy your tea.”
“I’ll drink it plain in your honor. Luckily for you, it’s raspberry tea, so drinking it plain is no problem at all.”
Kaz scoffed, head turning to his lap, grin spreading across his lips as he heard the door gently close behind you.
He grabbed the coffee, drinking it anyway before he stood, headed back through his office and to his bedroom, where a fresh set of clothes and the promise of a warm shower awaited.
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Kaz found himself turning away from your gaze once again twelve hours later, as the two of you settled in an alcove amidst a bookstore that’d opened near Fifth Harbor. It was built by the merchant council in the hopes of drawing more of the academics from around the world, hoping that the academics would ignore the Barrel as a whole, ignore that the criminals in Ketterdam often travelled outside of the Barrel and the areas around it.
“You and your jokes,” Kaz said as he schooled his expression back to what it normally was. “First, you make my coffee a sugary hell, then you steal two of my shirts and now, you’re cracking jokes at my expense.”
“I stole the shirts first,” you rebutted. “They’re comfortable nightshirts, Brekker. I won’t be judged.”
“I could lend you one of my sweaters?” They were patterned, looked like something that a grandfather would’ve worn. They’d been gifts from members of the Dregs, ones who’d moved on to bigger, more traitorous things in the year since they’d been gifted to Kaz as a lousy christmas gift.
A few that had been gifted to him were just plain and black, and as a guy who’d fallen asleep in his button ups far too many times to count, he could attest to the fact that they were sometimes the opposite of comfortable.
“You, Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, Bastard of the bloody Barrel, are currently in possession of sweaters?”
Kaz scoffed. “Four. I own four of them, and if they don’t go to you, they will never see the light of day unless I find myself needing to sew myself a new pair of gloves.”
“You’re not getting the shirts back.”
Kaz shrugged. “The Ice Court heist was six months ago. I’ve still got enough money left, buying two new ones is probably a good idea anyway. Take the sweaters, Y/N. I can imagine that they’ll look better on you.”
“I thank you for your kindness, then,” you said. You noticed Kaz’s pocket watch had fallen out of it, felt the cool golden painted metal against your pinky. Kaz watched as you took it, careful to avoid touching his thigh. You checked the time.
“Getting late,” you said. “Sundown, abouts. Getting back to the Slat is probably a good idea. The Dime Lions and the Razorgulls have taken to jumping members of the Dregs over all of the feuding. They tend to do it before it gets light and after it gets dark.”
“You’re going to stay here knowing that?”
You nodded. “I need some time to think. I can handle getting jumped, if they’re smart enough to jump me at all.”
“And if they have switchblades?”
“Then I get stabbed and stitch myself up after a bit of a walk in the moonlight.”
“I’m staying.”
“You’re going, Kaz,” you said. “I need to think alone for a bit. Please, just let me.”
“If you get stabbed--”
“I know. You won’t be the one to help me stitch my wounds. Go on home, Brekker. I’ll swing by your office with some whiskey by midnight if I’ve made it back safe, too.”
Kaz huffed as he stood. “Fine.���
He didn’t turn to look at you as he walked out, only glowered at the ground as he left.
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“You can admit it,” Nina said. “You’re allowed to care about people, Brekker. Even in the smallest capacities, you’re allowed to care.”
Kaz sighed. “You’ve noticed it, then?”
“Noticed what?” Nina asked. “The way that your heart races when they meet your gaze, the way that it always calms when you meet their gaze as we join together at whatever happens to the rendezvous point on one of your meticiously planned heists? The way that they’re able to make the one man who I never thought I would see so much as smirk in my lifetime, smile after they’ve cracked one of their jokes?”
“Yep.”
Nina laughed. “Of course I have,” she said. “Everyone who tells others that they’ve not noticed is telling a bloody lie.”
“I don’t care,” Kaz said. “I don’t.”
“You’ve cared about them since even before Inej joined the Dregs,” Nina rebutted. “You’ve known them since you were twelve. It’s fine to admit that you care about them, especially if it’s been half a decade.”
“I haven’t loved them that long, though,” Kaz said, like it would somehow come to matter.
“I have no doubt that you’ve been in love with them since you joined up with the Dregs and finally realized what love means,” Nina rebutted. “Seriously. Stop being an idiot or I’ll get Matthias to smack you upside the head over it.”
“He smacks me, I break his wrist.”
“You break his wrist, I stop your heart.”
Kaz shrugged. “Fair enough.”
Nina sighed, leaning back into the U-shaped booth the two of them had found themselves in. They were in the Crow Club, sitting on opposite sides of the booth. When the rest of the crows arrived, Kaz would stand, wait for the rest of the crows to file in, and sit on one end whilst you sat, arm looped through Ninas, on the other.
The conversation would divert either to Nina and Matthias’ plans to go back to Fjerda in the coming months, Inejs voyages off at sea, or Jesper, how his training as a fabrikator was coming along.
Plans of eventual permanent residency in Ketterdam would be discussed amongst all the parties that frequently left it.
Kaz would listen as you talked of going to Ravka, attending one of their colleges to further your education. Kaz would tell you to go, not mentioning that he would be awaiting your return or jumping at the first chance he got to visit. He would remind you that you had the money to go, and going, getting the education that you wanted so that you may stop having to use theft, arson, and other crimes as a means of income, was nothing if it was not even slightly worth it.
You would give him a grin, Kaz would feel his heart skip a beat. You would crack a joke about how he would miss you too much, and he would once again reconcile with the fact that he had to deign himself to a lower level to tell you that it was the truth, that he would miss you an unfortunate amount if you were to go.
He would reconcile that he would have to deign to a lower level to admit it solely for the fact that the people in Ketterdam, the criminals, in particular, saw love and romance as leverage.
Criminals in Ketterdam saw the death of someones partner, their fiancé, their husband, their wife, their spouse, as a means of revenge. The cruellest of them did it just for the sake of doing it. The cruellest of them only saw it as a means to an end, the elimination of a threat as the threat drowned in both whiskey and their own grief.
Eventually, the rest of the crows did come. It went exactly as Kaz had expected, and when you ended up sitting across from him on one end of the booth, him on the other, Kaz could only allow himself a moment of peace.
It happened exactly as he’d thought. Nina and Matthias were going to leave a week from then, an come back in spring.
Inej was going to take six months to spend in Ketterdam, living at the Slat like she used to, getting Kaz the information he needed for a sufficient income.
Jespers Fabrikator training was going well, and he and Wylan were in on the heist that was to be preformed the following month.
You discussed going to Ravka. Nina encouraged it, Inej offered a ride there on her boat. Kaz talked about writing you letters in the meantime, said that he thought it was smart. If you pursued a business degree, there was a chance that you could help legitimize the business. If you ended up on the Merchant Council, you could hold a bit of influence, help the government sway things in the direction that favored the Dregs the most.
You laughed, shook off everyones encouragement. You told Kaz that you would think about it. When asked why, you cracked the joke that Kaz expected.
“You’ll miss me too much, Brekker,” you said.
Kaz shook his head. “I resent how right you are about that.” Not the response he’d been expecting himself to deliver, but the one he delivered anyway.
You scoffed. “Right. Sure,” you said, and then a layer of awkward silence settled.
Jesper picked it up, asking about the heist that Kaz was planning, and things went back to normal. The conversation jumped from one thing to the next, both yourself and Kaz finding comfort in it, the fact that your friends could carry a conversation without either of you needing to interject with your thoughts for stretches that sometimes lasted more than ten minutes.
Kaz met your gaze in the silence, and you met his gaze all the same.
A arrow shot him in the heart, embedding itself in his chest, and just like that, Kaz was once again the versions of himself that he’d always been when he would catch your gaze and all of it would come rushing back.
He was once again the twelve year old who liked the way you smiled.
The thirteen year old who knew that he would be willing to trust you with his life. The fourteen year old who did.
The fifteen year old who stopped hating music played on violins because he liked the way that you danced.
The sixteen year old who would go on night watches with you and catch himself liking the way the moon reflected in your eyes, catch himself looking at you instead of what he was supposed to fixate his gaze onto.
He was the seventeen year old boy who watched you almost die in the Ice Court even still, the one who passed you the bottom side of his cane, watched you grab on as he pleaded for you to just stay alive.
Just hold on, he’d whispered. Hold on, please. I need you to hold on. I cannot do anything more with this life if you don’t.
It was the one moment of vulnerability he’d experienced during the Ice Court, one of the only moments wherein one of his weaknesses came to light, but it’d only been the two of you in that room, the water flooding it from every direction. You’d been, quite literally, half dead. You couldn’t remember it, and so, the only people who had to face that memory were Kaz, and perhaps the personifications of whichever saints and gods watched over him.
When the group of you slipped out, it was close to nine bells. The short walk back to the Slat was silent, unlike the hours of buzzing conversations that’d occurred beforehand.
NINETEEN
You grinned as you walked into the Slat, finding Kaz at a table on the bottom floor, glass of brandy gently resting in his hand.
You sat across from him and set your crossbody bag on the ground, watching him slide the brandy across the table. He watched you catch it, smirk playing on his lips.
“Welcome back,” he said.
You laughed as you brought the brandy to your lips. “Thank you very much. The Fjerdan palaces are no easy feat, but you’re you, so I have faith. I did a walk through during a series of Fjerdan festivals, but I also bribed someone on their staff to give me a copy of the blueprint. I know the layout, and provided that you have it memorized by the days of Hringkallah, you will, too. What’s the pay out?”
“Nearly a hundred million, spread across a crew of seven. Payout is 14.2 million. Triple what we made in the Ice Court with some change,” he said. “Not too fatal, I don’t imagine, but if it is, you’re welcome to blame me whilst you drown in your riches.”
You scoffed. “Do you mean to flatter me, Mr. Brekker?”
Kaz shrugged. “It comes with the description of the romantic part of this relationship, does it not?”
You laughed, taking a sip of your brandy. “I do suppose it does, but then, so does the lack of black shirts you currently have in your posession.”
“I knew that was you,” Kaz said, shrugging like it was nothing. “I bought a few more this past weekend. My shirts tend to look better on you anyway.”
“So you do mean to flatter me, then.”
Kaz shrugged for a second time. “I suppose I do.”
“And the boat for Fjerda leaves when?”
“Five days. I’ve given you the time off, so that you can relish your time in Ketterdam before leaving again. The voyage will take a week and a half. Nikolai sent us a few good boats. They came in last week. Engine powered, though the engines are slow. From there, getting to the palace won’t take long. It’s just a matter of timing it right and getting as much as we can.”
“You’ll tell me what we’re getting?”
“A few dresses that go for hundreds of millions on the markets. Ones that are said to belong to the queen, but any jewelry or things of significance that we grab are ours to keep or to sell,” Kaz murmured. “A tailor will tailor us enough to look like a few hringkallah guests and we’ll enjoy the rest of the night, get what we can from the venues, hope that none of the Druskelle catch us and kill us for it. The tailoring will wear off by the following morning, if the tailor is true to their word.”
“Wonderful,” you said. “Thank you, by the way. for the days off. I think I’ll sleep for most of them.”
“My bed is free if you need a spot that won’t make you feel as though you’re practically laying on a bed made of wood.”
“Thanks,” you grinned, finishing off the brandy. “I think I’ll head up now, actually. So much time spent at sea and all I can think to do is take a nap. I feel stupid.”
“You’re not,” Kaz said. “My bed or yours?”
“Yours, Brekker,” you said, laughing. “Might even steal a book from your shelves in the meantime.”
Kaz scoffed. “Next, you’ll say that you plan to drink my coffee.”
You shrugged as you got to standing, placing the crossbody bag on the table.
“I know for a fact that you have a kettle, and you’ve been keeping my favorite tea in stock for the last six months. Might just use that.”
Kaz shrugged. “Do as you please.”
You grinned. “I will, love. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem at all,” Kaz said.
With that, you walked up the stairs, heading to Kaz’s room, grabbing a book and settling on the windowsill with it.
-
Kaz kept telling himself that he had to look at the positive. The heist in and of itself had gone off with very few hitches. It’d gone well, really. The items that were supposed to be obtained were obtained and put back onto the ship. Everything was fine.
Until, in typical fashion, a mistake was made. A guard who’d been knocked out had woken up, and it was just happenstance that you were the first face he saw, the face he recognized as the one belonging to the person who’d put him into a headlock until he fell asleep.
The result was what had Kaz wiping a tear off his face, not having meant to cry at all. A book was in his lap, but it was one he hadn’t even tried reading. He kept looking at you, watching you breathe in and out.
You’d been a part of his life for seven years. Almost a decade. In those seven years, you’d come close to death twice.
Both times were at the hands of a heist that Kaz had planned, heists that came with monetary offers that were simply too good to refuse. The first time had been the Ice Court. The second time had been the palace of the Fjerdan royals.
Kaz sighed, leaned back in the chair that he’d taken up. He would have to leave the room eventually. He could wish that he wouldn’t need to all he wanted, but food would still eventually take precedent. He would need to drink water, would need to force himself to leave the room and take in air through his lungs, air that didn’t grow stale after a few mere minutes.
He looked at you again, felt his heart as it ripped in two.
Your relationship had been a series of close calls, an endless network of chances that the two of you had to save one another, chances that you took to avoid losing the other person. Still, you had come close to death twice. Twice, in seven years, felt worse than none in the six months beforehand.
“Hold on, Y/N,” he whispered. “Please. I cannot continue to live as I am if you don’t make it. I need you to stay alive.”
He grimaced almost as soon as the words had left his lips. He felt pathetic, almost. To plead with a dying person, to ask them to stay alive for his own benefit? It felt more selfish than anything that Kaz had ever done.
Kaz sighed, forced himself to stand and leave the room.
He could handle being selfish. He could handle feeling pathetic. Your death, it seemed, was the thing that he couldn’t bare to deal with.
-
You sighed as you opened your eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time over the course of a week and a half. Nearly half of all your days had been spent hooked up to an IV and a feeding tube. The IV had the sedative that Nina had talked about whilst you found yourself awake. The feeding tube contained meal replacements to supplement until you were well enough to handle actual food.
You were back in the Slat, you noticed. You were in Kaz’s bed, wearing one of the sweaters he’d given you two years before. Your throat was dry, but Kaz had never been the type to have a water carafe or cups on his nightstand, so you let it be as it was.
You forced yourself to sit up, pressing your back against the headboard as Kaz walked back into his room.
You watched him for a moment, seeing his gaze soften for a split second before relief flooded his expression.
“What?” You asked, grimacing at how your voice had sounded. You could tell that you hadn’t spoken in a little under two weeks. Your voice was hoarse with the dryness of your throat and the general disuse. “You didn’t seriously think you’d lose me, did you?”
Kaz smirked. “No,” he said, but just by his tone, you could tell that he’d been lying. “Do you need some water? I meant to grab a carafe today, but I spent too much time working.”
“Did the buyer pay up?”
“Yeah. Fourteen million kruge and some change are already in your bank account,” Kaz responded. “Do you need some water?”
“Water would be wonderful.”
Kaz passed you a glass of it two minutes later, and when you took a sip, it was a relief.
“Thank you for trying to keep me alive,” you whispered after a few minutes had gone by. “I don’t know if it was you or Inej or maybe Jesper, but thank you anyway.”
“I’ll make sure Inej gets word of your gratitude,” Kaz said. “Until next week, at least, you’re on bedrest.”
“I am not,” you said. “At least let me work a few shifts at Crow Club?”
“How bad are the wounds?”
“I hurt--”
“Then no.”
You laughed. You loved Kaz Brekker, but damn it all if he wasn’t stubborn.
“Fine,” you said. “But, Mr. Brekker, know that it is now up to you wait on my dumbass hand and foot for the next seven days.”
Kaz smirked, shrugged one shoulder, and took your glass from where you’d placed it on his nightstand.
“Can’t wait,” he said. “Rest up. You probably need it.”
“I resent the fact that you’re right,” you said. You’d spent nearly two weeks knocked out with a sedative, and you were still exhausted. “Bring me a bit of water, please? My throat is drier than the air in summer.”
Kaz scoffed, but still you heard the sound of water being poured into your cup. He placed it on his nightstand and moved into the office section of his floor. You drank the water he’d poured, placed the cup on the nightstand again, and fell asleep after a few minutes had passed, listening to the sound of Kaz’s pen meeting paper and the rain as it pattered against the windows.
TWENTY-TWO
You laughed as Kaz sat down next to you, adjusting the ring that you’d placed onto a chain in the weeks before. It wasn’t an engagement ring, but rather, the promise that an engagement would eventually happen. He’d given it to you to celebrate your five year anniversary, and the one he’d bought for himself had joined the chain onto which he’d strung his pocket watch when that chain had broken.
He looked at the ring every single time he pulled the watch out, and you never missed the barest hint of a smile that crossed his lips whenever he noticed it.
“Don’t tell me you’ve done something stupid,” Kaz said, looking at Jesper, who clutched the whiskey he’d ordered like it was a lifeline of sorts. The three of you were sitting at a table in the Crow Club, having agreed to met there because Jesper had asked. He’d let Inej, Nina and Matthias know, having written them letters to tell them what he was going to tell you.
“I like think I’ve done quite the opposite,” Jesper said. “I proposed. To Wylan.”
“I have been waiting three years to hear those words befall your lips,” you said, slight grin crossing your face. “I fully anticipated you proposing to him when we were nineteen. You’ve been head over heels in love with Wylan since the Ice Court.”
Jesper grinned. “I bought the ring shortly after the heist in Fjerda,” he said. “I was just waiting for the right time. Did it last night. Felt like I would explode if I held onto the ring any longer.”
“Have you picked a date yet?” Kaz asked.
“June 23rd. About six months out,” Jesper said. “We wanted to give ourselves a bit of time to plan everything out, but we’re gonna keep it small. You’re both invited, as are Inej, Nina, and Matthias. Outside of the crows, the invites will probably only extend so far out as our parents and a few of the others in the Dregs. We still haven’t decided much more than the date yet, though. I wanted to tell you guys in person, and Wylan would’ve been here if he wasn’t at lunch with Marya to tell her.”
“Well, we’re both thrilled,” you said. “Drinks are on us next time we all get together. Congratulations.”
Jesper gave a breathy laugh. “Thank you so much,” he said. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, I think. I’m--it’s like--it’s weird, almost. I always thought that I would spend my life with him, but now that that’s concrete, it’s like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m so excited to be married to that bastard.”
You laughed, and Kaz allowed a small smirk. “Well, if you need any assistance, just reach out.”
“I do need a best man?” Jesper asked.
“Abso-bloody-lutely,” Kaz said, nodding. “Of course. Thank you for asking to meet.”
Jesper shrugged. “Nah, no worries,” he said. The two of you watched him get to standing. “I’ve gotta get back home, but--”
“Congrats, Jesper,” you said.
“Thank you,” Jesper gave you both a final grin before he left the Crow Club. When Kaz met your gaze, he looked almost happy.
“About bloody time, wasn’t it?”
You scoffed. “Oh, Brekker. Don’t even.”
He laughed so low that only you could hear it, and the sound made you grin.
“I love you, Kaz.”
“Ditto.”
You scoffed once more, standing as you did. “I have to sign the contract on the new cafe. See you at home?”
“I’ll grab us dinner at seven bells,” Kaz said. “Any other things of note?”
“The contract for the cafe, the contract for the new pub, casing the house near the Zelver District, and signing the contract for the purchase of the apartment are all on my to-do today.”
Kaz nodded. “Eight bells, then.”
“I’ll bring you a coffee.”
“I’ll make you a tea.”
With that, you left, grin pulling at the corners of your lips as you did.
-
Six months later, you and Kaz found yourself in a small wedding venue that’d opened up near the Ravkan Embassy. You were stood behind Wylan with Nina and Matthias where Inej and Kaz stood behind Jesper.
In the audience, there was Marya Hendriks, Colm Fahey, and a few of the members of the Dregs. Every single person in that room, save for Kaz, was smiling. Jesper had tears in his eyes, and Wylan looked like he was going to start crying any minute.
You felt your face begin to hurt from your grin as you watched your best friends of half a decade get married.
Happiness in Ketterdam, happiness as a member of the Dregs, was something that was difficult to come by. You knew that you had to soak it up, that everyone else in that room was doing much the same. You would get drunk, probably, laugh, definitely, and that night would go down as one of the best nights of your life, though how couldn’t it? How could one not be happy, watching two people who clearly seemed to love each other more than they loved themselves get married?
Jesper and Wylan said the ‘I do’s. They kissed, and the room broke out into applause as Jesper hugged his husband as tightly as he could.
Conversations broke out amongst the attendees, and you all sat down to eat. After the meals came the dancing, and eventually, you found yourself standing idly, watching Jesper and Wylan dance, foreheads pressed together, smiles on their faces.
Your hand went up to the promise ring that was always around your neck almost absentmindedly, a grin crossing your face as you leaned back into the chair that you were sitting in.
“That’ll be you one day, I have no doubt,” Matthias said. “You look at them, and you know that those two are the happiest they’ll be until their honeymoon. You and Kaz are similar, I imagine?”
You flinched, laughing as you met his gaze. “I dunno, Helvar. I’m content where I am, I think.”
“Good,” Matthias nodded. “I anticipated this wedding way sooner than it’s happened, if I’m honest.”
You laughed. “Everyone thought that they would be married with a kid by now. Two, maybe. Anika had her bets on that much.”
Matthias hummed. “Yeah, I think they’ll be parents by thirty,” he said. “I can see it that way, but I’m glad. They make sense together, I think.”
“They really do,” you said. “Yeah.”
“As do you and the ever so cursed demjin.”
“My partner is not a demon.”
Matthias only shrugged. “He might just be, Y/N. You never know.”
You scoffed. “You’re lucky I don’t hate you, Matthias.”
Matthias nodded. “Oh, I know. Incredibly lucky, I would say.”
“I would agree,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.
He laughed. “Go find your lover.”
“Go find yours, Helvar.”
He stood, shooting you a knowing look as he walked away.
Eventually, Nina got you to dance with her, and from there, the rest of the night was spent drinking, laughing and just getting to experience the joy of not giving a single care in the world, not worrying about anything that was going on outside of the walls of the wedding venue. You felt great. For the first time in a long time, you felt great.
-
The following morning, Jesper and Wylan were on a boat to Ravka, where they would spend a month for their honeymoon. You made a good use of the day after you’d hugged them goodbye, having spent it casing a house that Kaz wanted to rob near the financial district. You made tea, you laughed with Matthias and Nina in the Slat, listened to Inejs stories that she’d collected in her voyages.
You laughed, danced when someone broke out the violin. You were starting to accept it; after so long, after so many years spent in a limbo of moving from one painful thing to the next, happiness was in store. After so long, happiness was finally in store. It finally felt like something good. It felt like something achievable, like it had never been so far off as you’d thought.
You turned, meeting Kaz’s gaze after a good thirty minutes had gone by. People were still dancing, the violinist still playing the dancing music as people sang old sailing tunes, but Kaz wasn’t amongst the crowd. He was merely standing by the stairs, slight smile pricking the corners of his lips.
“Having a nice time, Brekker?”
“Quite so,” Kaz said. “Seeing you get roped into dancing by Anika and Pim is always a real delight.”
You scoffed. “You love me and my pension to dance the minute I hear a happily toned violin song.”
Kaz nodded. “I do,” he said. “Really, I do.”
A grin picked up the corner of your lips. “Thank you,” you said.
“For what, exactly?”
“For being in my life for this long,” you said. “For falling in love with me. For being the guy who brings me tea when I’m sick. For being my best friend and my partner in literal crime for the last decade.”
Kaz shook his head. “The pleasure is mine.”
You shrugged. “I’m going to go upstairs. Make myself some tea, settle down with a good book.”
Kaz nodded. “I just have to talk to Inej for a minute. I’ll join you, make a coffee and go over some plans for the heist next month.”
“Looking forward to it,” you said.
Kaz smirked. “As am I.”
You walked up the stairs pausing for a moment, and watched Kaz approach Inej as the violinist put their instrument away but the clapping, the singing and the dancing carried on even still.
TWENTY-FOUR
“This feels like a bloody meeting,” Jesper noted as he and Wylan slid into the booth. “What? Another heist?”
You were at the Kooperom. Breakfast had just been ordered, and it was mid morning. The seven of you had gotten into a U-shaped booth, and ordered coffees or teas to start out.
“It’s not a heist, Jesper,” you said. “It’s something different. It doesn’t actually concern criminal activity at all.”
“What is it, then?” Inej asked, but she looked like she already knew.
“We’re engaged,” Kaz said.
“Since when?” Nina asked, grin crossing her face.
“Last week. Bookstore.”
Inej grinned. “Took you long enough, bastard.”
“I was all too anxious, after I had Jesper design the rings.”
Nina shot Jesper a look. “You knew this was coming?”
“He gave me twenty thousand kruge for it nearly a year ago. I almost didn’t think he ever would,” Jesper said. “Congrats, though. I thought you would’ve tied the knot before we did.”
Kaz shrugged. “I couldn’t find the right time. Eventually, I just brought it up whilst we were in that alcove in the bookstore that opened seven-odd years ago? I’d been carrying the ring around and it really was about time, anyway.”
“Damn fucking right it was,” Nina laughed. “All of us are married off now. Weird.”
“Not married, just engaged,” you said. “Jesper, you mentioned that it was like--”
“A weight lifted off your shoulders?” Jesper asked. “Weird, but in the good way? Exciting, glorious, even?”
You laughed. “Yeah. That’s exactly how it feels.”
“Forever isn’t just an idea anymore. It’s bloody wonderful,” Kaz added. “I didn’t think I would like this as much as I do.”
Wylan scoffed. “Wait until you’re married. It gets even better.”
Matthias nodded his agreement. “All saints. It really does, doesn’t it?”
“We need to celebrate,” Inej said.
“We are,” Kaz noted, gesturing with a gloved hand around the table. “It’s a celebratory breakfast.”
“We’re meeting again for dinner,” Inej said. “Nina agrees with me on this.”
“She does,” Nina said. “Seriously. You two are getting breakfast, but Inej, Matthias and I will cover dinner.”
“Will we?”
“Kaz Brekker has been in a relationship for seven years. I didn’t expect it to last six months. We are, Matthias. The money from the heist in Fjerda all those years ago still hasn’t run out, anyway. We’ve barely made a dent in it since then.”
“I expected you two to be married by nineteen, if that helps,” Inej said with a laugh. “Jesper expected you to be engaged by twenty, married by twenty-one.”
Kaz shrugged. “I like to take things slow. Seven years is slow enough, I think.”
You laughed. “Yeah. It’s felt like seventy sometimes.”
“Damn right it has,” Kaz agreed. “Worth it, though.”
“More than,” you said. “I would do it all again if I got to be with you.”
“Oh, don’t get cheesy on us now,” Wylan laughed. “Seriously. It’s odd seeing it.”
You snorted, laughing for a minute before you took a sip of your tea. You and Kaz both let the noise of the Kooperom drown you out, let your friends fill up the silence.
First, with discussions of wedding plans, the question as to whether or not you had a date picked out--you did. December 16th--and then whether or not you’d picked a venue, which you hadn’t done.
The conversation tilted from one thing to the next. You listened to Inejs tales of the people she’d met on her voyages. You listened to her funny anecdotes with her crew members, laughed at the jokes she retold and asked questions about the places she’d visited. The big and small towns, the ones smack center on the maps and the ones so irrelevant that there was no place for them within any map you’d ever seen.
Then, you listened to Nina and Matthias. You listened to them talk about Fjerda, about the Druskelle they’d converted out of Grisha hatred. You listened to Nina talk about the few spots in Fjerda where the food was decent, let Matthias drone on about a few new combat skills he’d picked up.
You listened to Wylan and Jesper gush about how perfect things were with them, smiled when they mentioned that they’d adopted a cat who Wylan had named after a flutist he’d liked.
You grinned when they mentioned the apartment that you’d bought two years prior, assured them that it wasn’t just collecting dust, though it had been.
You and Kaz had agreed to sell it because of the fact that it’d gone so long without being used, and that was a pity in and of itself.
And, after a short while, the celebratory breakfast was done. You all began to head back to the Slat, separating once you’d arrived. You and Kaz went to the floor you’d only been actively sharing for six months. Kaz got back to planning out a heist where you made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed a book, and settled on the windowsill.
There came a point where you looked up, some part of you hoping not to meet Kaz’s gaze in the din so that you could have the chance to admire him for all that he was.
He was focused on the heist, glowering at a piece of paper as the cogs for the plan turned. You grinned softly, watching him think for a few moments.
“I don’t have something on my face, do I?”
“What?” You asked, snapping out of your reverie. “No.”
“Why were staring at me, then?”
“I’m admiring. There’s a difference.”
Kaz looked up, meeting your gaze with a smirk. “There is not.”
“There is.”
“What is it, then?”
“Staring is creepy. Admiring is loveable.”
Kaz scoffed, pulling a gloved hand through dark brown hair that met the light of the sun and looked a bit closer to the color of dark honey.
“You’re lucky I don’t have it in me to hate you.”
“I count myself lucky for that every single day,” you said. “I have as long as I’ve known you, Kaz.”
Kaz grinned, eyes turning back to the paper in front of him. “You flatter me.”
“I always hope to.”
Kaz scoffed once more, and your eyes turned back to the book in your lap. Silence settled over the pair of you, though it was comfortable, as it always had been.
You grinned as you leaned slightly against the windowpane. The life that you lived, the romance that you had with Kaz, had been the way that you’d lived for seven years.
You couldn’t wait to get to live it forever.
-
In December, the two of you found yourselves in a a woody backyard of a house close to the city, though still far enough out for it be considered apart of the countryside. It was a house that you and Kaz had both agreed to purchase and spend a bit of time in every year until you were old enough that living amidst the hustle and bustle of the city was no longer quite so ideal.
Kaz refused to turn into Per Haskell five decades on, so you both considered the purchase to be one on the smarter side. It clearly had been, though, considering that the backyard was the place wherein your wedding was to occur.
Due to Kaz’s touch aversion, though, you’d both agreed you’d do something different. Rather than a kiss, you would toast with champagne. It was a drink that was commonly found at weddings as things were, and it respected something that Kaz had been working on for the better part of a decade, though some days were certainly easier than others for him in that respect.
You’d chosen Rotty to officiate, and after the vows and the ‘I do’s had been said, after the rings had been placed onto yours and Kaz’s ring fingers, you toasted your marriage.
After then, you filtered into the house, dinner began and you and Kaz both quietly slipped your rings from your fingers to either the chains that you kept around your neck or the ones that held the same pocket watch that had been in use for nearly a decade.
You spent the night laughing, talking and enjoying the company of your friends. You let Jesper dance around your empty living room with you, laughed at his jokes and didn’t try to fight the urge to allow your hand to go up to the chain you’d kept around your neck for two years, the one that held your promise ring, your engagement ring, and your wedding ring. The three rings that meant the most to you.
Eventually, you found yourself in the backyard, grinning as more people came out through the sliding door and engaged in conversations amongst themselves.
You found Jesper next to you after maybe fifteen minutes, the both of you watching the sun as it began to set.
“I’ve been waiting ten years to see this happening,” Jesper said. “I was rooting for you from the moment I joined up. Kaz can pretend he hasn’t loved you as long as he’s known you all he wants, but none of the crows believe it. Not me, Wylan, Nina, Matthias, or Inej. Rotty says he thought you two were dating from the get-go, and Anika and Pim apparently placed bets upon the age you would be when you got married. It’s like--you two are the last pieces of a puzzle, the ones needed for the puzzles completion. You make sense.”
“I have loved him for more time than I will ever willingly admit,” you said, grinning softly. “I didn’t think that--this just feels like--I thought I would be dead by eighteen. Not married, not having lived nearly a quarter of a century. I feel grateful but also like I am indebted to the universe because of it.”
Jesper shrugged. “You’ve got good wine. Good people,” he said. “Drink, laugh, dance. You’re married, Y/N. It’s incredible. Don’t be afraid to enjoy it.”
You gave Jesper a grin as Nina approached.
“Forgive me,” she said. “But, as the one who nailed their wedding date to the T before they were even engaged, I think I might fancy a dance.”
Jesper shrugged. “I’m not their keeper,” he said. “I’m going to go find Wylan. See you lot in a bit?”
At that, both you and Nina nodded.
You let Nina take your hand, let her whisk you out into the small crowd of people who’d been dancing along to the music of the violinist that you and Kaz had hired, let your heart be carried away with the wind as you moved.
Eventually, somewhere in the midst of it all, you found Kaz. When you met his gaze, you caught a smirk dancing on his lips.
The look in his eyes said all that he couldn’t say, and you knew that the expression on your face said all the same.
You let a hand drift up to the chain on your neck, finding your wedding ring easily.
You were going to live a life with Kaz Brekker at your side for the remainder of it. You were entirely sure that you had never felt happy as you did in that moment, your happiness feeling as warm as the blinding rays of sunlight as they shone through a window on a Saturday morning.
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The following morning, you and Kaz woke in the same bed, a foot of space between you, as normal. The curtains had been left opened slightly, and as a result, you woke to the sun cascading in beams along Kaz’s frame, highlighting the sharpness of his jaw, the shape of his lips, the warm paleness of his skin.
You grinned slightly, pressing the side of your head into the pillow as a grin began to fall onto your face.
“You’re staring,” Kaz said, voice raspy because he’d likely only been awake for a few seconds.
You laughed. “I am not,” you said. “I’m admiring you.”
Kaz scoffed. You’d had the discussion a number of times before, often switching places in such a discussion.
“You’re staring,” Kaz insisted. “It’s creepy.”
“I’m admiring,” you said. “It’s loveable.”
Kaz opened his eyes, and you felt your breath catch as you noticed how they caught in the light. They looked like seaglass, almost, the kind that has an astonishing color when they’ve been rinsed and polished just enough to make them all that more astonishing.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Kaz said.
“I know,” came your response. “I love you too, for the record. Always have, always will.”
Kaz grinned, one ungloved hand slowly reaching out, until his hand was hovering over yours.
“I’ll be able to actually manage holding your hand someday,” he whispered. “I promise.”
You only shrugged, grinning a bit as you watched his hand move less than a millimeter closer to yours.
“This is enough for me,” you said. “It’s more than enough, really. I love you for everything that you are, touch aversion included.”
A look of relief, and then one of gratefulness, and then one of love, moved across Kaz’s face in split second fractions of time, and eventually, you watched his eyes drift closed.
“I love you too,” Kaz whispered. “More than anything, if I’m honest.”
You let your eyes close, too, grinning to yourself.
In terms of husbands, you were pretty sure you’d won the fucking lottery.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Kaz found himself relieved as he put the key into the lock of your small three bedroom apartment, one located near the East Stave. The relief only grew as he dropped his keys in the bowl to the right of the door, as he slipped out of his shoes, took off his hat and followed it by his coat before placing them both on the coatrack to the left of it.
The relief was entirely replaced by love and admiration as he recognized the sound of your voice whilst you sang. It was an old Kerch tune, one that Kaz could remember Jordie singing as they walked the streets of Ketterdam.
He approached the kitchen, where he found you, humming the tune as you took bread out of the oven, somehow managing to do it one-handedly whilst a sleeping toddler was balanced on your hip.
He let himself grin, not even trying to hide the fact that he was there.
“Who’s staring now, beloved?” You quipped. Kaz laughed, and as the sound met your ears, you could’ve sworn, some part of your heart had finally managed to find peace.
“I’m admiring,” Kaz said. “There’s a very clear difference. darling.”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m admiring,” Kaz said as he walked further into the kitchen. Quietly, he took your son off of your hip and placed him in the small rolling crib that had been built in the living room, not having been moved since then.
“You’re staring,” you said when Kaz joined you once more. “Admiring and staring are different things indeed, but I know what staring is, and you’re doing it.”
“I’m doing it lovingly,” Kaz said. “That, of course, is the distinction.”
You laughed, tilting your head back as you did, and Kaz could’ve sworn, it was the one thing to bring him solace, to help him find his peace, after a very long, very difficult day, of which both of you had plenty.
“I love you,” you said, giving Kaz a grin that managed both to set his heart ablaze and drown it in contentment.
“I love you,” Kaz echoed. “I have loved you for a decade. I promised I would always do so three years ago. I have no intentions of breaking that promise. Not now, not ever.”
You grinned, and yeah. Kaz was in love with you, wholeheartedly, just as he had always been.
You grinned, and yeah. Kaz knew he would love you as long as forever was meant to last, that he would love you even when it had run it’s course.
He just had to hope that forever never would.
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school’s over so back on the fanfic grind (a grind i have not openly shared on the internet since like. 2018), unsure if this is an idea to continue but i am thinking so hard... about the difficulties of the healing process. really gotta purge that poison
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“Hello, this is… Hajime Hinata. The date is… I have no idea what the date is. It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 24 seconds since we woke up from the Neo World Program.”
“…I don’t know why I said it like that. It’s been about two weeks.”
“Uhh… I’m not sure what to say here, really. Naegi—Makoto, that is—told me this would be a good way to get my thoughts down. That way if there’s anything I forget, or anything I want everyone to know after… Well, I don’t think I can really forget anything. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”
“Sorry there are so many quiet gaps. I’m trying to think about what I want to say... I guess I’ll start with the facts, and we can go from there. I was the first person to wake up, and then Sonia. Kazuichi took a few hours longer, he was so… his limbs were so scarred. I could barely tell the healthy tissue apart from all of the burns and cuts. When he got out, he just kept screaming and crying, he just kept—“
“Akane was next, but she was barely a shell, too weak, so Makoto put her back under for a few more days before waking her up. She wasn’t in the pod though, we—they moved her to a hospital bed in a different room. This facility really has everything. You wouldn’t believe the scale of the medical equipment, Tsumiki would love it—“
“Basically, Akane woke up a week after Kazuichi, technically, and then we put her into a medical coma for a while. We as in… I didn’t do that. I mean, I did, but it didn’t feel like me.”
“Actually, I never feel like… me. I don’t know who me is supposed to be now. I’m still him—I mean, I’m still me—but I’m not me— fuck, this doesn’t make any fucking sense, I just can’t— Sonia, don’t touch me—“
“…”
“…I want my mom. I don’t remember the last time I wanted my mom. I don’t even… remember my mom, anymore.”
“…Patient 5, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. We plan to wake him from his induced medical coma today, following complications from his enucleation operation directly after awakening from pod sleep. There was an infection at the area of operation and I deemed it too dangerous to continue until it was cleared. Naegi had some objections, but his background is not medical, and does not always need to be taken into account. Patient 4 will simply have to wait.”
“He still has the damn thing.”
“…they all do.”
“Alter Ego, end recording.” Hajime slumped back against his chair, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. It was a newly acquired habit, one always accompanied by the feeling of missing something, like there wasn’t enough hair to run through his fingers. He hated it. Hated thinking that it wasn’t newly acquired at all, that whoever he was in the past few years did it all the time.
That hadn’t gone nearly as well as he’d liked. These voice diaries were supposed to be records so they could explain things easier to the others once they all woke up, something to jog their memories. Privately, he was sure that Makoto had asked him to make them more for his own sake, as if they’d help somehow with all of the different thoughts running through his brain all of the time. If he spoke them out loud, then somehow they’d disappear. It was the compromise they’d settled on after Hajime had refused to attend Future Foundation-provided therapy. Most of the time they turned out exactly like this, not suitable for anyone’s ears except his own.
Makoto was an idiot. Talking about it wasn’t going to stop the constant streams of thought in his brain, analyzing every thing and every action around him, picking apart the movements of his friends and their slight changes in tone, detecting every potential threat and every potential weapon for killing someone—fuck.
He was so tired of dreaming up all the ways people could die. His rare moments of sleep were already haunted by spears and giant Tetris blocks, by fire and poison and terrified faces. He didn’t need more deaths on his mind, constant echoes of terrors of his own creation.
Sitting up properly, he stretched his arms out before standing up to examine his half of the room. At least two people kept watch in the pod room at all times, waiting for anyone to wake up next and making sure nobody died. It reminded him of the hospital in the simulation, someone always watching over Akane and Ibuki and—
An alarm beeped and Sonia, on the other end of the room, startled awake in her own chair. She had stayed on that side after Hajime shoved her away earlier, eventually drifting to sleep by Gundham’s pod. It was the one she stared at the most, blue eyes alight with grief and fury, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was better off than Hajime, at least. One of his eyes stayed empty. Makoto had warned him that she shouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time with Gundham, but he could never bring himself to pull her away. Clearing his throat, he waited for the former princess to look up towards him.
“Shift change. You should go sleep in an actual bed, I can wait for Kazuichi and Makoto if you want to go on ahead.” She shook her head, fingers trailing over the glass coffin holding the Ultimate Breeder.
“No, that’s alright. You’ve been here long enough, you need to rest before Fuyuhiko. It’s only a few more hours away. Besides, I…” Sonia trailed off, gaze shifting to the pod next to Gundham’s, covered with a sheet. Everyone had to be checked on, but there was just one person Hajime couldn’t stand to see. The only person in the room that caused his dead eye to come to life.
He couldn’t identify the emotion, but it had to be hate. It had to be, right?
At least he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it. Everyone had someone they couldn’t look at in this room, couldn’t face directly. Hajime was just the only one weak enough to require a sheet covering the pod. The only one who couldn’t be controlled if he had a fit of anger, or worse—one of despair.
Swallowing back bile, he nodded, making a quick exit from the room to the quarters right next door. A large room had been set up with beds and necessities for them, the six that were here and constantly switching out. Kyoko had suggested separate rooms, but after multiple nights of Kazuichi sneaking into his room or Sonia screaming in her sleep from across the hall, Hajime had fought for them to all be together. Makoto, almost with a child-like excitement, had insisted that he, Kyoko, and Aoi stay there too.
The lucky student in question had been sitting on the floor cross-legged when he walked in, laptop resting on a knee while he glared down at the screen. A glare from Makoto wasn’t usually all that effective, but whatever he was seeing seemed to be genuinely pissing him off. If Hajime had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered disturbing the younger. Still, someone had to go fill in for him with Sonia until Kazuichi took over for her. The mechanic was nowhere to be seen—probably sitting at Akane’s bedside, as usual. Tapping Makoto gently on the shoulder, Hajime waited for him to look up from the email he had been so focused on.
“Oh, you’re back! Has it been six hours already? I didn’t even notice.” It wasn’t a long time to spend watching the pods, but Aoi had insisted. They had three pairs switching out, and she didn’t want anyone spending more time in the pod room than they did outside of it, in the fresh air and the real world—or so she said. Hajime was sure it had more to do with her growing concern for the five of them, Kyoko and Makoto included. While they hadn’t been in the program nearly as long, they still seemed just a bit too pale to her. As for himself, Sonia, and Kazuichi… Aoi had never known them before, but worried nonetheless about irreparable damage.
“Yes, I’m back. Will you find Kazuichi and tag Sonia out? She’s just finishing check-ups.” The shorter nodded, shutting his laptop and standing from his seat on the floor. “Everything alright?”
“It’s just Byakuya, he’s facing some problems bringing the medical equipment we need over to the island. The Future Foundation doesn’t see the need to care for some of the pre-existing conditions your class has, they’re just barely allotting enough supplies for taking care of the… last bits of Junko. It’s like you aren’t even humans to them, they just have no empathy!” Makoto rubbed his temples, forcing a weak smile onto his face. It hadn’t escaped Hajime that the bright-eyed boy that they had met in the final trial and the tired man before him right now seemed so far apart from each other. Because of us—because of me.
“We aren’t human to them.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “But we are to you. You’re the best of them, Makoto. I know you’ll work things out.” The younger’s smile twisted, not exactly happy, and he nodded in response.
“Right. The Ultimate Hope, that’s me. I have to be able to fix this.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, not meaning that at all, but Makoto was already walking out of the room to take over watch duties. That had gone… stunningly bad. Whatever part of his soul had been able to produce hope for the others in the Neo World Program had been hiding, his mind and body too used to the actions and words of another. Another who had no idea how to give someone hope for the future, much less comfort someone just the slightest bit. All Hajime seemed to be good at these days was making things worse.
A warmth squeezed around his hand, like someone urging him to stop thinking, and he yanked it away from—from nothing. There was nobody there. He just needed to get some rest before Fuyuhiko’s surgery today.
Two beds remained empty, waiting for their last members. Akane was awake, but still too weak to leave her hospital bed, and Fuyuhiko would join them today. Hopefully. Sitting on his own perfectly made bed, he wondered if all of the remnants would end up sharing a room for the rest of time. The three of them awake so far had their nightmares, some worse than others, and it was impossible to imagine the rest being able to sleep easy after all that had happened. It was too easy to imagine everyone around the room, as if their spaces were already there waiting for them. Glancing around, Hajime could imagine each and every one of them smiling at him, if he could just bring them all back, if he could just wake them up.
A flash of pink and white hair danced at the corner of his eyes, a gentle smile and a false one, and he slammed his head down on the bed, covering his vision with a pillow. Sleep now, hypotheticals later. Hypotheticals that could never, ever be reality anyways. It was dangerous to get lost in thoughts of a happy ending.
He didn’t deserve an ending just yet. There was too much to fix.
#me and my fucking em dashes#anyways i'm just sharing this to see if it's?? interesting??#i've been writing hella fanfic but i'm always very hesitant to put it on the internet#but i've had soOoOOo many worms lately thinking about facing trauma and healing relationships and how that process is just so bumpy#i have a whole lot more that isn't hajime pov but this is all i'm sharing ATM#i just really want to put these folks in therapy. and that begins at the beginning!#moon babbles#danganronpa#i GUESS#cw surgery#cw medical#just in case#hajime hinata#sonia nevermind#makoto naegi#dr2#moon writings
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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Five
Chiron dismisses everyone to their cabins for the night. Piper looks like a hostage as she follows the Aphrodite cabin.
Soon it is just Della and Jason. Della glances up at Jason whose eyes are examining her.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks. “You were pretty out of it earlier.”
Della smiles at him. “Yeah, I’m alright. I see I wasn’t far off with the Hercules bit…”
Jason laughs and runs a hand through her hair. Gods his laugh was a rich melody similar to the sea on a summer’s day. “Yeah, I suppose so…I guess that's what makes you Ariel?”
Della lets loose a cackle. “I’m surprised that made its way through the amnesia.”
Jason scratches the back of his head but his smile gets bigger.
“But I’ll let that nickname slide,” she giggles.
“And I’ll let Hercules slide,” Jason says. He holds a hand out to her.
“Deal,” They say in unison. Holy sea cows his eyes are spectacular.
Someone clears their throat in the distance. Annabeth stands with her arms across her chest and just a hint of a smirk across her features.
“Coming Beth!” she calls. She glances at Jason one more time. “Sorry, girl's night especially now that I’m leaving.”
“I get it,” he says, “have a good night.”
“You too Wonder Boy.” Della smiles and rushes off toward Annabeth.
Annabeth reaches a hand out to Della. The girls make their way towards the cabins. They reach Cabin Three and make their way inside. Della plops down on her bed and buries herself in her blankets. She lets out a content sigh.
Annabeth settles herself in Percy’s bunk across from her. She nestles in Percy’s blankets and takes a deep breath in. “So…how’re you feeling?” Annabeth asks.
“I told you I’m fine.” Della sighs. “I’m more worried about you.”
“I didn’t have a vision and almost die today.”
“Beth–”
“No, don’t even. Del, you slipped out of my grasp and smacked your head–and then Will said if he didn’t catch you, you might’ve actually drowned, you were so out of it.”
“I know–”
“And then,” Annabeth sucks in a breath, “and then if that weren’t enough, you said you could see Percy…what’d you mean by that?”
Della stills in her bed. What did she mean by that? “I don’t–I don’t really know. I don’t know if it was real or all in my head.”
“What do you mean?”
“It felt so real Beth, I could see him Riptide in hand and he was running, running by what looked like a freeway. Then–then…”
Annabeth seems to ponder her words for a moment. “Then what?”
“I-I had a “dream” of sorts. It started as a memory. A memory of the summer before Percy and I came to camp. Then Hera showed up–”
“Hera?”
“Yeah, she told me to “free her” again.” Della thinks about telling her that Hera revealed she took Percy. No, she won’t take that well. Besides she’s probably already put that together.
“Hmmm…and you’re sure you saw Percy?” Annabeth looks over at her. Concern glimmers in her eyes.
“I don’t know. I think so, but how is that possible?” Della feels tears prick her eyes.
Annabeth slips out of Percy’s bed and dips into Della’s and wraps her arms around her.
This is usually Percy’s job before they go on a quest. But Percy isn’t here to comfort her this time.
And just like that, Della can’t hold it in anymore and just sobs into Annabeth. She sobs for her missing brother. Sobs that she has to do this damned quest. Her first quest without Percy anywhere near her. She sobs because she’s terrified to do it by herself. And to make matters worse these three demigods will depend on her knowledge to survive.
“We’ll find him Del,” Annabeth whispers, “We have to.”
Della sniffles and begins to drift off to a (hopefully) nightmare-free sleep.
⬳
Voices and images swish around Della.
“Now, now guys. That’s what we’re here for. Welcome Percy, Della. Percy, you can have that spot on the floor over here, and Della you can take that corner.”
Luke? Gods, Della nearly forgot what he sounded like back then. He was handsome back then in her twelve-year-old mind. She’s whisked away from Luke.
“Not bad Heroes,” called Annabeth. She removed her Yankee’s cap and became visible again.
“Were you here the whole time?” asked Percy. His voice was so squeaky back then. Still sassy but squeaky.
“You were here the whole time and didn’t help us?” Past Della said. Disbelief is laced in her tone.
“Yes,” Beth said like it should be obvious.
Ah, yes the moments before Dad claimed them, moments before their lives changed forever.
Annabeth shoved them both into the lake. Her and Percy’s shouts are inaudible, but the symbol of Poseidon was clear.
Then Della is thrown forward once again.
“Peter and Danny Johson are here!” Mr. D?
Della warps once again.
“You shall be betrayed by one that calls you call friend,” Percy said, “The reason Clarisse is still here is because you never said anything to Chiron about her, did you?”
Della’s eyes widened in shock. It was Luke. Luke had stolen the masterbolt. “Luke….”
A ringing overtakes her senses. It’s a dream, Della, wake up. Della–
“You shall serve as their guide Daughter of Poseidon. Beware Eros’s sting for it might just be your undoing.” Hera…
The ringing fades away and is replaced with squawks. Seagulls. Della moves a hand to feel damp sand. She’s drifting in the ocean.
Where the hell is she? She sits up and glances around she’s–she’s at their cabin again.
“Hey,” says an all too familiar voice, “Hey, are you alright?” A sandy-haired boy emerges from the cabin. He rushes toward her.
“Percy?” she groans.
“Do I–I know you?” He tries to hide his bewilderment.
“Yeah, yeah I’m your–Della. My name is Della. We knew each other.” She tries to hold in the tears that he doesn’t recognize her.
“Della?” He rubs his chin for a moment, “I feel like I should know that name…do you know an Annabeth?”
He remembers–he remembers Annabeth? Now Della really tries not to cry. “Ummm…”
“Never mind,” he says. He clicks his pen revealing Riptide. “We gotta move.” Percy holds a hand out to her she reaches for it but her hand doesn’t actually make contact.
“Okay…that’s weird…are you like a ghost or something?” Percy says.
“Last time I checked, no. If I’m dead that’s news to me,” she quips back.
Della?!? Del, you need to wake up!
“Annabeth…” Della whispers.
“Annabeth, you know–”
Della’s vision spins until darkness takes over, and just like that Percy and the beach house are gone.
⬳
“Della! Wake up!”
Della sits up her hands grip at the blankets around her. Someone is screaming. Who’s screaming? Oh…oh it’s her, she’s screaming. Della slaps a hand over her mouth.
Silence spills in the cabin.
Annabeth is right next to her. Her eyes were wide and her chest heaving. “Was it–”
“No, it wasn’t my usual nightmare. What happened?” Della croaks. Her eyes are super dry and gross. She’s been crying…weird.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Annabeth says.
Okay, at least that’s normal. Percy drools in his sleep, and Della talks in hers.
“I woke up and you were thrashing around. Then…”
“Then?”
“You called out for Luke.”
Luke? Oh right, she was being thrown around like a ragdoll in her dream.
“It was a dream or a memory, I don’t know. It was when Percy and I realized that he stole the bolt.”
Annabeth nods, “Then you started crying and called out for Percy.”
Della nods. Should she tell Annabeth that she saw Percy for real? Well, maybe real, like she was in his vicinity and talked to him. Was that real? Regardless, he doesn’t remember Della but he remembers Beth. No, she’ll wait to see if this is a recurring thing or not.
“Are you sure you’re okay to go on this quest?” Annabeth asks. She places a hand on Della’s shoulder.
“I don’t have a choice,” Della sighs. She rubs at her crusty eyes. “The prophecy called for me to be the guide.”
Annabeth doesn’t say anything. She sighs. “You should get ready, it’s early, but you should pack and make sure you have everything.” Annabeth rises out of Della’s bunk.
“Beth–”
“I also, need to get moving. Don’t worry I won’t leave until you do,” she calls. She’s at the door now. “See you in a bit.” With that, she exits and closes the door behind her.
Della sighs and rubs a hand down her face. What did Hera mean by “Beware Eros sting, it may just be your undoing?” What does the assistant to Aphrodite have anything to do with this damn quest?
She slips out of her sweat-stained covers. The cold floors meet her bare feet. Luckily, her shark slippers are right by her bunk. She slips her feet into the plush shoes and walks to her little dresser. Her backpack leans against it. She packs three days' worth of clothes, some leftover ambrosia, and an extra pair of sneakers (after Santa Monica she can never be too careful).
She pulls on a pair of light-washed Levi’s and a Little Mermaid crewneck. She swaps her slippers for her navy blue Converse and pulls on her tan Carhartt jacket. Della makes sure to pin her duck pin on her jacket. Backpack in hand she steps towards the door and pauses in the doorframe. She looks around the cabin, gods she hopes she survives this quest. She has to see her brother for real again.
The cool morning air hits Della’s face. She takes a deep breath in. Annabeth makes her way to Cabin Six. Weird she’d left a while ago.
Two Cabins down, a door opens. It’s Jason he looks over and sees her. He gives a little wave and walks towards her.
Della meets him halfway. “Morning Wonder Boy.” She shoots him a half smile.
“Morning Mermaid,” he says. He looks her up and down. “Even got the sweater and everything,” Jason laughs, “You ready?”
“No but it could be worse,” she jokes.
“How–” His words are cut off by a metallic screech.
The mechanical dragon they’d been trying to capture the last few days. It hovers above the cabins. The most startling bit, Leo. Leo sits atop it with a maniac’s smile.
“Leo?” calls Piper. She emerges with the rest of her cabin.
Older campers rush out of their cabins. The Apollo cabin has their arrows nocked pointing straight at the dragon. Some of the Aries Cabin have their swords and spears out.
Della unpins her duck brooch. She taps the beak and unleashes Leda, her double-ended sword, which like Jason’s weapon can be a sword or a spear. Though her weapon is not nearly as grand as Jason’s. It is an artifact of the hero Theseus. She calls it Leda because the duck head on the hilt reminds her of the legend of Leda and Swan.
Surprise paints Jason’s features at how her brooch just turned into a sword. Interesting coming from the guy who flips a coin and it is either a sword or projectile weapon.
“It’s cool don’t shoot,” Leo shouts.
The warriors back away, keeping their swords or spears at the ready. Hesitantly, the Apollo Cabin lowers their bows. Half the camp runs out in a mixture of pajamas and armor. Others hide behind the doors and windows of their cabins. No one is too anxious to get too close.
Della lowers her Water Bird just a tad.
“It’s beautiful,” Piper mutters. Everyone stares at her like she’s nuts. Della does agree with Piper but she’s still weary of it. She’s seen some of the creature's damage around camp.
The dragon rears its head and shoots a column of fire into the sky. Della jumps a bit and once again points Leda at it. She’s not alone. Other campers were on high alert again.
Leo calmly slides off the dragon’s back. He holds his hands up like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face.
“People of Earth, I come in peace!” he shouts.
He looks like he spent the night rolling in the remains of the campfire. His army coat and face are smeared in soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he now wears a toolbelt around his waist. His eyes are bloodshot, his curly hair resembles porcupine quills. And–and he smells strongly of Tobasco sauce.
But he looks absolutely delighted, “Festus is saying hello.”
“Stand down,” Jason says behind her. He shakes his head in amazement. “Leo, what have you done?”
“Found a ride! You said I could come if I found a ride. Well, I found a class-A flying bad boy!” Leo grins even wider.
Nyssa and Annabeth appear out of the crowd. Nyssa stares up at it in awe.
“It–it has wings.” Her jaw looks like it might drop off her face.
“Yeah! I found them and reattached them.”
“But it never had wings. Where did you find them?”
Leo hesitates, “In the woods.”
Della taps Leda’s beak again. She pins him back in place. That was not the whole story. He continues talking before anyone can question it.
“Repaired his circuits, too, mostly, so no more going haywire.”
“Mostly?” Nyssa asks.
The dragon’s head twitches. It lurches to one side, and a stream of black liquid, maybe oil–pours out of his ear, all over Leo.
“Just a few kinks to work out.”
“How did you survive? I mean, the fire breath…”
“I’m quick and lucky. Now am I on this quest or not?”
Jason still in shock, scratches the back of his head. “You named him Festus? You know in Latin that means ‘happy’?”
“Mmm, kind of cute actually,” Della admits.
“You want us to ride on the back of Happy the Dragon?”
The dragon twitches and shudders and flaps its wings.
“That’s a yes bro!” Leo exclaims. “Now I suggest we get going guys. I already picked up some supplies in the–um woods. And the welcoming committee is making Festus nervous.”
Jason frowns. “But we haven’t planned anything yet. We can’t just–”
“Go,” says Annabeth. She doesn’t look nervous. Not a bit. Her smile is sad, wistful. She, like Della, is thinking about old times.
“Yeah,” Della says, “This is certainly a good omen. Besides we’ve only got three days until the solstice. Let’s go.”
Jason smiles at her, Piper, and Leo. “You ready partners?”
“Absolutely,” Della smiles, “We’re burning daylight Wonder Boy.”
Piper’s smile falters at the nickname.
“Della,” Annabeth calls. She wraps her arms around her and whispers, “Good luck, be safe.”
“You too,” Della whispers back. She lets go and heads toward the others.
Jason, Piper, and Leo were all abroad Festus. Jason extends a hand out to her,
“Time to trade those gills for wings Jackson.”
#heroes of olympus#oc character#percy jackon and the olympians#percy and annabeth#percy jackson#percyjacksonxsister!reader#jason grace x jackson!reader#jason grace x reader#fanfic
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TCL 3x09 thoughts
The main things:
Wanna feel sad? Just think about how much Arman would have loved to be at Luca’s basketball game in this ep. Because lbr, he absolutely would have dropped anything and everything to be right there in the front row with Thony, seeing Luca running around with his friends– finally out and happy and free, just like they’d hoped for for so long. Like seriously, I can just picture it: him buying one of the team shirts or like a cap or something; him giving Luca some tips at half time about how to deal with that kid that’s sticking to him and how to position himself for a pass; Fi shooting teasing looks at Thony that she ignores. Then at some point Thony grabs at his hand when something exciting happens, and only belatedly realises what she’s done and they look at each other wordlessly and then they just… keep holding on for a bit??? Ugh. And then after the game ends Luca runs straight to Arman for a huge double high-5 and chatters at him about ‘did you see my pass? Did you see this/that/etc??’ and Arman is so sweet and warm with him and Thony is absolutely melting but trying not to show it. And then they all head outside together and Luca begs Arman to come watch him again next week and Arman tells him that of course he’ll be there. And our Fi is a true wingwoman so she distracts Luca for a few moments so Thony and Arman can say their goodbyes, and it’s all warm looks and soft words. Maybe she reaches up to touch his new team cap and says "It suits you", then lets her fingers brush just lightly against his cheek and jaw before she drops her hand and just says “I’ll see you soon?”, and he only gets to nod before Luca is calling for her. Then he just stands there and watches as they walk away and wishes so much that he could be going with them, and as Thony gets in the car she looks back at him and smiles and uughhhhh someone help me I’m deep in my feelings rn
Okay so I’m not sure how clear this was to the average non-medical viewer, but the medical stuff in this episode was legitimately hilarious. Like I cannot express enough that that is not how any of that works. I can’t even pick my favourite inaccuracy because there were just too many, but damn they were all funny as hell to watch haha. But overall I did really appreciate that the writers went in the poisoning direction with Ramona’s illness and that it wasn’t a cancer of some kind… though I guess I should have known that they wouldn’t do that to us or the cast or themselves after everything that happened with Adan.
But hooooo boyyy I was so delighted to finally see some clear glimpses of the Dark!Thony I’ve been hoping for!! First when she’s alone with an unconscious, apparently bleeding-out Ramona, and she has the exact kind of moment that I mentioned last week– that moment when something outside her control goes wrong, and she realises that if she does nothing, Ramona will die without anyone knowing she didn’t do everything possible to try to stop it. Like damn, our girl literally steps back and just stands there and watches Ramona bleed with an expression that almost borders on satisfaction, as if this– Ramona’s death– is what they both deserve, and I love that for her. As I’ve said previously, Thony’s saviour complex is a longstanding, central aspect to her character, so for her to actively choose not to help someone who desperately needs her is a huge marker of the way she is growing and changing in this new world, and also a clear demonstration of just how huge Ramona’s crime was in Thony’s eyes– in betraying Arman and causing his death, Ramona took the love of Thony’s life, and now Thony “I Swore An Oath To Do No Harm” De La Rosa is out to end hers. And hell yes I am so here for it. Too bad Jorge arrives right at the wrong time and so she’s forced to resume the rescue efforts… But dude. Just imagine the poetic justice if Thony later kills Ramona by shooting her… so Thony saves her life by taking out one bullet, then takes her life by putting another in??? Like c’mon writers please, we’ve suffered so much, just let me have my dream of seeing Thony commit revenge-murder for the man she loves. Please.
And speaking of revenge, omg the moment when she finds out that Jeremy was the one who snuck into the house? And suddenly puts it all together about how he’s been using her and her family, and that he is the missing piece of how the FBI found out about Arman’s exchange– all because she gave him her trust when she was vulnerable, and he took advantage of it? Watching her face go from shocked disbelief to horrified understanding to just the tiniest hint of absolutely sickened fury was so fucking powerful, especially as One Way Or Another played in the background– a song which is about a dangerous stalker, and which now actually fits both of them. Before, Jeremy was the one stalking her, using her, wrecking her life without her knowledge– but now, the tables have turned. Now, she knows, and she’s going to make him pay for what he’s done not only to her, but to her family, and most of all, to Arman. She’s going to use his own advice against him, because she already knows his weakness (the fact that he thinks he’s pulling the strings, that he holds all the power and that she’s just his clueless little puppet) and she’s going to use it to her advantage. Honestly, the dream scenario is for her to maneouvre things so that Sin Cara is actually responsible for killing him, but she gets to be right there when it happens, so he can look at her in his final moments and realise that she did this, that his powerless prey was actually a predator after all, and that he made the biggest mistake of his life the day he abused her trust and cost her her future with someone she loved. And I legitimately do not care that this man is technically on the side of the ‘good guys’ and has just been ‘doing his job’, I want to see him fucking burn. And I want Thony to get to watch every moment of it and to feel Arman’s presence within her while she does, knowing that if he could see through her eyes, he'd be wearing his proudest, most vicious smile.
Watching Jorge and Thony interact vs watching Jorge and Nadia interact is honestly a bizarre juxtaposition, and I think it stems from the things that they connect over. He and Thony have connected over their kids and the challenges of being a single parent/having lost a partner, so with her he’s become more vulnerable and sincere, and seems almost bashful in the way he reaches out to her for that connection. Not to mention that the power balance between them had begun to level out even as early as 3x04, but now in the last couple of eps– first with her figuring out Dante’s betrayal and then here with the act of her saving Ramona– it has almost even started to shift in the other direction. At the beginning of the season, Jorge had all the power, and Thony was at his mercy. Then after 3x04 they moved to more even footing, with actual respect and regard forming between them. Now it has even gone slightly beyond that, to the point where Jorge looks to Thony for guidance, and doesn’t hesitate to follow her orders.
Meanwhile, with Nadia he absolutely has his bad-boy persona on (aside from the couple of moments of softness at the wake, and when he tells her he won’t let her go back to jail), because their connection is much more transactional, and is also based in their love of the business world they move in, and the power and thrill they feel when they bend people to their will. I think it’s why his scenes with Nadia have an undercurrent to them that is almost like sexual tension, yet not quite? I think it’s more a mutual ‘god we’re so hot and powerful and I want more of this feeling, and working with you will give me that’ rather than a ‘god you’re so hot and I want you’ thing (whereas obviously, with Arman, Nadia had both of those things plus more). I actually love the bluntness between them– she outright tells Jorge she wishes his sister had died lol, and he tells her he’s only working with her for her money– and honestly, that kind of openness between them about the foundation of this alliance is actually kinda refreshing haha. Ngl I do think there probably actually is a small amount of genuine regard between them that neither is admitting to– on Jorge’s part because I think he’s actually fairly kindhearted, and because she was so important to his sobrino; and on her part because he was the only one that actually comforted her at the wake and helped her since, and because he loved Arman. But still, their alliance only goes so far, and they both know the situation could change at any moment, which no doubt it will. Tbh I’m really enjoying seeing the two different dynamics of these duos and I reaaaaally want to see an ongoing team-up between all three of them, though based on the promo I think we’re out of time there :(
Loved seeing Fi using a bit of Spanish– no doubt she picked some up in the Philippines and then over so many years of working with hispanic immigrants, but it would be cute if she’s been trying to learn more lately to be able to connect with Gisele and Camila. But omg her getting into the van was such a terrible idea, yet honestly I kinda loved it bc it was such a Thony kind of move. Despite all Fi’s begging for Thony to get out of the shady world of crime, the truth is that both she and Thony are kind of suited to it, and I’m still hoping that S4 will bring us Thony and Fi and Jorge (ideally plus Nadia, but that’s sadly seeming unlikely) all working together to keep bringing people across the border for better lives, but in a much safer and more humane way than Sin Cara currently does it. It would be such a cool story to watch, given both Thony and Fi’s experiences with being undocumented/crossing the border, and it could allow for us to still get to watch Thony finding her place in the Vegas underworld; still going to-to-toe with criminals and playing cat-and-mouse with the FBI, but without her having to become unrealistically dark and engage in the actually harmful kind of crimes that would be OOC for her. Ugh I want my badass Mob Queens so bad. But anyway, tbh it was such a genuine surprise that that guy just let Fi leave the immigrant worker house without any issues?? Like not even any threats not to go to the cops? No trying to force her to stay as another trapped worker? Obviously I’m not complaining at all that she got out safely but it was just an unexpected relief given this show’s history lol
Some other stuff:
Given that Jeremy supposedly heard Thony and Fi mentioning Jorge on his cameras a lot, he should have also heard them talking about Ramona at some point, and so should have made the Ramona/Sin Cara connection a lot quicker. But tbh, him making the jump from Thony doing medical research for a woman to Ramona being Sin Cara was very presumptuous anyway; like it was just as possible that Thony was helping some random loved one for Sin Cara, rather than Sin Cara themselves. But whatever, I’m glad he got there quickly bc the less of Jeremy I have to watch, the better lol. Absolutely loved how annoyed Thony was getting with his questions and how clearly she just wanted him to go away haha. You and me both, girl.
Okay Jorge really should have known better than to basically imply to Ramona that Nadia was going to be his new business partner. He knows that she’s possessive and terrified of abandonment (tbh I still absolutely believe in that fan theory that she’s responsible for his wife’s death bc she was scared his wife would take him from her), and he knows that she has been behaving irrationally and impulsively as a result of her illness– and yet he still talks about Nadia like that? May as well have painted a bullseye on her back, the idiot. And speaking of Jorge being an idiot…. like, buddy, I like you and all, but maybe you should ask Thony for some more parenting tips because leaving your distressed five year old to cry alone in her room for hours is not really ideal parenting!
Can't believe we got another villain making Thony (semi) undress in front of them?? At least this time was far less gross than with Kamdar, but still. Dude.
Lol at the fact that every time we’ve seen Ramona or Jorge drink from a water bottle this season (and it’s been a few, especially for Jorge– they clearly like to show that he’s an active guy lol) it’s always been the typical unlabelled thin plastic bottles used in filming… until suddenly we need some kind of clue for where Gisele and Camila could be working, so we get this very pointed shot of the fancy labelled water haha. I love television. (Also damn, an additional nice touch-- there's actually a big banner advertising Bandera water up in the basketball stadium where Luca plays! Sneaky work, set decs!)
Ngl Thony’s conspiracy-theorist neighbour was actually kinda sweet… I like that he made her a cup of tea/coffee and was actually helpful and supportive even if a little bit wacky haha. And I enjoyed the writer’s clever little play with his line “Some aren’t even who they say they are. You better watch your back, you never know who’s watching” right as Thony’s seeing Jeremy on the monitor… neighbour guy might be a bit of a crackpot but he's onto something here...
So basically overall, this ep had some technical elements which were completely ridiculous and unbelievable, but who cares? It was a cool ep and it added to the story in an engaging and meaningful way, which is all that matters. Plus it's setting up for the Dark!Thony I so desperately want to see, so I loved it haha
#The Cleaning Lady#TCL recaps#TCL spoilers#The Cleaning Lady spoilers#*chants and pounds fists on table* kill them Thony kill them Thony kill them Thony kill them Thony#Bring my Mob Queen dream ever closer haha#also please save my baby Nadia ughhhhh
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LYRIC SENTENCE STARTERS
all lyrics have been taken from my favorite matt nathanson and noah kahan songs
i am not scared of death, i’ve got dreams again.
it’s just me and the curve of the valley.
a minute from home but i feel so far from it.
it’s all washing over me, i’m angry again.
the car’s in reverse. i’m gripping the wheel.
i’m back between villages and everything’s still.
the things that i lost here, the people i knew. they’ve got me surrounded for a mile or two.
my whole life’s a movie, if movies made you want to jump off a bridge.
i’ve got one who moves me and one who sees through me and all i really want is a kiss.
i was born three thousand miles from where i came alive.
and i left without saying a word to start a new life.
i spent my whole damn life just trying to hide.
you can change every inch of your life, but you’re still just a boy.
i’m mean because i grew up in new england.
i’ve got dreams but i can’t make myself believe them.
i was only kidding when i said i liked a fight.
i was only kind of kidding when i said i liked a fight.
but sometimes you’ve got to start them yourself.
i had a dream you died.
what kind of man misunderstands a woman like you?
i’m the last of the worst pretenders.
i got tired of the frat boys with the brights on.
but it’s all we’ve had for always.
we’ll all be here forever.
we spent july in a berkeley basement.
there was so much i didn’t believe in and then there was you.
no one cares about the stories they’re not in.
we’ll fade out to whispers.
there’s no nostalgia here, it’s just now.
i was a fire that you started.
for once i knew everything that i wanted.
for a minute there, we were perfect.
we made the beautiful people wanna be like us.
some heart’s gotta break to let the light in.
i loved you even before i knew what love was.
everything else felt so unimportant back in your boston bed.
when you think about it i hope you blush just a little bit.
all the best parts still move me.
i could’ve powered the city every time that you kissed me.
we looked good back then.
just between you and me, part of me will always be in love.
we’re better off, no doubt.
what’s it matter now?
if i get too close and i’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude.
i was raised out in the cold.
i was raised on little light.
i don’t miss you. i miss the way you made me feel.
and if i died tomorrow, would you feel me?
and you were only a minute of my time.
even through the pain, i can’t recall your face.
just the ache of knowing everything was gonna change.
got so close to love with you.
i know that the moment i chase is a race i’ve already lost.
it’s long ago.
you were only a break from the fear of being alone.
but i’m sure feeling the ache is better than nothing at all.
i know it gets hard just to breathe sometimes.
it’s the way she walks, the way she talks.
you and my imagination.
there was heaven in your eyes.
everything’s alright when she calls me back.
don’t you hold your head up high.
for bullshit, i do not have time.
and i do not exist to die. but live to die while saving you.
and i don’t get much sleep most nights.
i’m seeing you in every dream.
i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.
i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.
but i ignore things and i move sideways.
at the end of the day, i know there are worse ways to stay alive.
i’m terrified that i might never have met me.
if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive.
it’s better to die numb than to feel it all.
and if all my life was wasted, i don’t mind. i’ll watch it go.
you were right.
i’m just a stubborn fool who’s living in the past.
i got a king sized bed and phd and the way it used to be.
the devil is in the details. he and i get on real good.
i’ve got a love that comes in colors.
i had a head full of tangles.
i had my heart full of splinters.
and you came around to save me.
now i drop to hold you.
grew up believing love was a grudge and home was a place you lived with your guard up.
people keep saying memories fade. mine are all drunk and they just keep calling.
the past is a long distance runner and i’m falling further and further behind.
takes me forever and ever to see the good in the people who see the good in me.
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have any of you read “Dancing Girl?” gosh, it just made me sad. Mori Ougai is a really good author haha, hahaha. hah… h-
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yeah i’m relating this to bsd! Mori. BITE ME!! ahem. so in this essay i will be talking about Elise and Mori’s relationship. i’ve already established i don’t see her as his “wife” or the object of his sexual desires, and i’ve also mentioned i like the “Elise is his daughter,” way of seeing things, however … well, there’s more than just that.
1) Elise represents his inner child
2) Elise preserves the memory of a dead lover and is his “partner”
3) Elise is a child-figure to him
those numbers will be reused in that order to mean the same thing later, but first, background and “Dancing Girl!”
so i think that, within the definition of his and Elise’s relationship, Mori embodies Toyotarou from “Dancing Girl” more than Kanei from “Vita Sexualis” (i think i learned which type of media went in italics and which sort in quotes some time in third grade, but it’s been entirely too long and therefore i’ve forgotten all of it and you’ll have to excuse my poor grammar if im messing it up). why, you may ask? well, first of all, Elise is literally from that novel. second of all, i’ve just skimmed vita sexualis (- an asexual) while “Dancing Girl” managed to catch my attention a lot more. plus, Mori was one of the characters that Asagiri explicitly stated he wanted to add in, and we all know just how evil Asagiri Kafka can be when he feels like it.
… why is the space so long ? why are these spaces different sizes?? this is really bugging me … but whatever, i’ll try my best to ignore it … (nevermind it looks perfectly normal when i post it i guess it’s just a. draft thing)
ahem, so, in “Dark Era,” Mori basically goes “damn Dazai you’re suicidal as hell! you remind me of myself hahah!” and i feel like that’s pretty concrete evidence Mori Did Not have a happy childhood (i mean, duh, considering he was trigger-happy to friendly fire as an important military man at 20 some years old) and was likely suicidal in the past too, to some extent. in that sense, the chains that tie Dazai down, if they’re Odasaku’s last words, are the Port Mafia for Mori. he cannot die as long as he’s sane and capable of leading the PM, because he’s basically the very embodiment of it.
⚠️SPOILERS FOR “DANCING GIRL!”⚠️
alright, onto “Dancing Girl.” i’ll give you a quick rundown. it’s basically about this college dude (25 or so) (haha that reminds me of the, “am i the asshole?” posts. i (M26) just fell in love with a girl (F18) of whom i’ve known since she was a minor and i was still an adult. i got her pregnant by some time after she became of-age, then i left her to pursue my career. am i the asshole?) (godamn it tai you just spoiled the whole novel) (i’ll put a spoiler warning up somewhere in the beginning) (bear with me) with depression who falls in love with a… looks at the parenthesis and sighs deeply.
he doesn’t see any point in anything because his life was just a glorified projection of his mother and school’s desires, so he starts being a little more hedonistic and learning about the arts instead of becoming a lawyer like they wanted him to. he meets Elise (her name) and basically immediately feels attracted to her in some way he can’t put into words (she’s 17ish when they meet btw) and starts teaching her things and basically acting like a sponsor to her. they don’t start getting romantic and/or sexual until some unsaid period of time passes. now i personally choose to interpret this as her turning 18 before they do all that stuff, but since it never explicitly says, well… yeah. Toyotarou is used to living his life in a cushy-ish manner as a child prodigy and what have you, but he eventually gives that away to live with Elise. that being said, his “giving it away” was less of a choice to be with her and more of a digression from a perfect machine into a person with his own stunted feelings.
she makes him satisfied, and he makes her very deeply happy, but eventually he chooses his career over her and she goes crazy because of how betrayed she feels- she really deeply loved him, after all. he pays her mother enough to keep her afloat and to take care of the baby he left in her stomach, and went back to Japan without another word. Toyotarou! you bastard!! (it’s not like he was without remorse, though)
anyway back to the numbers.
1) Mori’s past is pure speculation, but he was a military doctor ranked quite high as a very young man, one that didn’t hesitate to shoot someone on his own side no less (like i said) so it’s probably a given he didn’t have a stress-free childhood. this is an excerpt from “Dancing Girl,” in which i think explains the possibility that Elise represents the angry child inside of Mori that he never got to let out as a real child.
2) given what i said above, this also feels pretty self-explanatory. we basically only know two things about Mori, that he would do anything for the greater good (which is usually the PM/yokohama), and that he longs for a “partner” who will understand and not leave him. it’s possible Fukuzawa filled that role for a while, but Mori is a little unhinged and did some bad things out of obsession, which severed their ties because of Fukuzawa’s innate nature. Mori has called Elise his partner (tsuma, AKA person who stays by my side) (i know nobody says tsuma and means it that way but considering “Yatsugare san” exists (yes i’m looking straight at you, AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE), i wouldn’t put it past Asagiri to use tsuma in that manner) before and acts dramatic as all hell when she dies. it’s almost like … someone called Elise really DID die before?
3) this requires the least explanation. we already know Mori likes children in a non-pedo way, shown by things like how he helped Atsushi gather his courage in Anne’s room (which did nothing for him, btw) and his profession in the beast AU. but what sort of mafia don has a cute daughter?? that’s like ASKING for her to be killed. so Elise, the product of Vita Sexualis, is the next best thing he can have!
Elise also is a lot like the Toyotarou, while Mori acts more like Elise when they’re together. it’s just something i noticed watching the two interact in BSD and DG. the whole idea of having no autonomy is kinda Elise’s (BSD) thing, isn’t it?
my phone is now 20% and i have no charger. i have probably 69 viruses and also since i have apps like tiktok, wechat, and discord… you can imagine how much this poor device suffers, but i regret nothing. yahoo! hope you enjoyed my rant~
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#dancing girl#a german dancing girl specifically named Elise#bsd elise#bsd mori#mori ougai#Mori Elise#can i call her Mori Elise?? i mean she’s basically his daughter anyway so#Mori and Elise#toyotarou#god they make me sad#Mori is so traumatized and so babygirl#not all would understand#anyway i’m getting carried away even in the hashtags.. is this who we are???#AH MY PHONE IS AT 5% WHAT THE HELL.#okay i’m posting it now i hope this gets some attention because otherwise i might go crazy /j
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