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tenabrye · 1 year

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Could i ask for 2 sets of knives headcanons?

1st, his reaction to the reader being able to play the piano, fairly well if not really well!

2nd, personality in a partner? Or for him (cuz ya know humans are gross and stuff) what would make him feel those “human feelings” for someone? What would they be like and act like in order for him to feel that way?

If you dont feel comfortable writing this thats okie dokie! Thank you in advance if you do 🫶🏻

Even though they're two different sets, I still put them on one post. I hope that's alright. :)

Playing the Piano

His initial reaction when happening upon you playing the piano is a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He's well aware that it's a talent capable of learning, yet he never thought you would know how. He would applaud you for surprising him with this, as it would be a first with a human, yet he decides not to and enjoys watching you play from the sidelines. Preferably out of sight or even in the shadows.

Knives doesn't approach you about this newfound knowledge of your talent right away, which happens to be his favorite way to pass time or do when alone. It does have him wonder about the reason as to why you hid such a thing from him. It's not like he cared about what his underlings did in their free time, however, he felt it was different with you. Everything was different when you were involved.

He hates that his mind is so clouded with the need to know, but more so because he's grown attached to you. Playing the piano was just another reason added to the imaginary list locked inside his brain. When approached by him inquiring about the little tune he heard from a piano the other day, you swore you saw the faintest little smirk on his lips as he requested demanded for you to play it again.

You slide into the spot at the piano and begin to play, your fingers moving across the keys in an all too familiar motion that produce the soft melody Knives inadvertently hums to.

When he slides into the spot beside you, you can't help but give him a quizzical look, being careful not to mess up your piano playing as you continue to stare at him. He pays no mind as his hands move to match the motion of yours, mimicking the melody alongside you. It's strange for him to show so much interest in someone, let alone a human, but you won't comment on it, and neither would he. For now.

After this, you notice how he's always around every time you play the piano. Oftentimes joining you and, when not, he's off to the side, watching you play. Sometimes he'll close his eyes and hum along with the music, too. This soon becomes a thing between the two of you.

Knives will also bring up various other pieces to play, as if hinting towards another session together. He will also take it upon himself to teach you new pieces as well, his hands atop yours and guiding them to the correct keys. Neither of you can deny how close such a simple activity brings the two of you together.

Personality in a Partner

He may try and deny his feelings for as long as he wants to, but even that blows up in his face in the end. For him to like someone in such a way, let alone a human being, they will have to pique his interest and pique it very, very well. He is the type that simply has someone at his side because they are of use to him, as is such for those that follow him, yet things seem to be different when he starts to feel strange. It will take a bit of time for him to come to terms with his feelings, slowly understand each little reasoning behind the way he feels for that person.

That being said, patience would definitely be something his partner would have to have. Or at least be a preference. He's in uncharted territory with his feelings, and so a partner that can understand that and be patient with him would really just put him at ease through it all. He also isn't vocal about a lot of things, especially his feelings right now, but to have a partner that is will actually be a relief. One to let him know that they can both give him space yet also be there if he wishes them to be.

Not to be taken in the spicy sense, but Knives is dominant through and through. His partner doesn't have to be the opposite entirely, but he just sees himself as the more dominant between the two. He has the means to protect not only himself but also his partner, so he would prefer someone that wouldn't mind such a thing. If they're incredibly headstrong in the sense that they can protect themselves, well, he just finds that endearing.

He's not as sympathetic or empathetic as his twin, if at all, however, having a partner can change that with him. Not fully, but the slightest would do. He doesn't understand human matters and often doubts he would, but for them, he may lend an ear to listen to their troubles. Perhaps even suggest that he take care of it himself. Don't let him, or do, he'd probably just do it regardless. If they show any empathy or even sympathy for him in certain situations, he may feel strange about it. More so when he realizes such care for him is real and not fake, but he won't ever say how welcoming and even comforting it feels to him.

Morals are indifferent to him. Very few things would matter to him--plants, his brother, and most likely his partner--so everything else could quite literally burn and he wouldn't bat an eye at it. If his partner has morals, well, he probably wouldn't mind. He knows humans all think and hold certain values that differentiate with each singular one. It would certainly aggravate him when he realizes such morals and values rub off on him, though he wouldn't mind in the end.

Knives isn't a very energetic man and prefers silence most of the time, so a partner that enjoys the same would be delightful. They don't have to sit in silence and do nothing. They could be reading or even doing something of interest. He also doesn't mind a bit of small talk here and there about simple things. It really throws him off when such talk is How was your day or How are you feeling today, but he answers it nonetheless with a one-word response.

He tends to like those with curiosity, or those that show interest in something he does or an idea he may have. Some topics can be touchy, such as when he first began playing the piano, or what his favorite book is, as it delves into his past that involves Rem and his twin. That's not to say he won't decline to answer, but it may be just that and nothing more.

Overall, he would like someone different than him. Someone that does things differently and has interests that don't align with his own. Someone that could pique his interest and perhaps even break down a few of his walls. Someone he can definitely learn a lot from, in a good way. However, be advised that he can be possessive, but surely his partner wouldn't mind, right?

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 5

a/n: we ltr going at 5 parts and i have another part written out and im just drowning in love with these seijoh asks

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Can i ask for cute moments between manager and the boys outside of school, like how she and kyoutani probably bump into each to go feed strays etc??

yes anon!!!!!! these moments made me so soft™

IM CACKLING LIKE BLS THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ENTIRE STAGE PLAY BC HE PLAYS OIKS SO WELL AND IWA IS JUST SO IWA AND I LIVED FOR OIKS’ ‘IWA-CHAN!’ AND IWA’S ‘RAAAAA!’ AND THIS GIF JUST SHOWS SEIJOH BEING SEIJOH AND HOW THEY WOULD REALLY ACT IF THEY WERE REAL LIKE UGH THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB W THE CASTING

these are the cute little moments and get ready to die of the cuteness

be warned, this isnt a straight plot or no main focus but just bits and pieces of fluff

keeping up with seijoh episode 3467328937

as mentioned before, they dont really get to hang out a lot w you outside of practice

youre either too busy taking care of your schoolwork, catsitting for the aizawa’s, or having you time since youve been busy w the boys all week

but there are times where you do have available time to go hang out with the boys

and they know about your schedule so they try to make memories either during practice or after practice

fortunately, kyo lives at the same street as the aizawa’s so he walks you to their house when you have a job

but sometimes when you are just walking home, you both stop by the convenience store first and find some cat food cans and dog food cans and water

it was a complete accident when you both found each other standing at the same aisle, holding the same things, with the same intentions, for the same animals

the alleyway where you first met is basically your second home bc thats where your babies live

since you cant exactly take in 5 dogs and 6 cats in your house, you and kyo are taking care of them in that alleyway where you feed them and build them a little shelter with blankets and stuff

this will be explained more in the next manager!seijoh part

after practice, particularly after a really productive one, the guys like to go to the ramen shop near the school to treat themselves after their hardwork

by now, the old lady who owns the shop knows their order by heart and has it ready when you all enter

yall get settled in but you go over to yahaba and snap his wooden chopsticks for him bc he never snaps them properly and ends up breaking them

meanwhile,,

you gather as much napkins as you can and place them beside kindaichi bc he makes such a mess while he eats and you have stand-by wipes for him

you make a special request to add tofu into iwa’s ramen bc the mans loves tofu so much and he still doesnt understand how the lady seems to know this despite him never telling her

your seat is usually next to mattsun bc he doesnt eat all the side dishes up like the others and you can eat some of it too

kyo sit across you and demands you eat at least 2 bowls bc you never seem to eat enough and he gets secretly concerned so he aggressively cares for you

‘kyo-san,,,, im full though’

he ‘glares’ at you

‘what you mean youre full. you didnt even finish the bowl. eat the rest and have another or youre not leaving this table’

pls what

fun fact, oikawa actually has two pairs of glasses and he gave you one in case he forgets to wear his main one and leaves it at home

so he gets to school and he just realizes he forgot his glasses and his contacts were still being shipped so he freaks out and texts you about it

but you always have the case safely tucked in your bag so you wander up to the third year floor and knock on his class door

iwa, who is in the same class as him, glares at the students who stare at you and nudges oikawa who was looking out the window

‘oi, your glasses’

his head snapped to the side and sees your smiling face and the familiar brown box being held out to him

his face scrunches and he launches up his seat and takes you in his arms

‘Y/N-CHAN IS SO RESPONSIBLE! SO NICE! OIKAWA-SENPAI REALLY APPRECIATES YOU!’

‘oikawa-san, please let me go’

you mumbled, embarrassed at his behavior in front of the whole class

once iwa has you safely on the ground, you excuse yourself and go back to class

the class still stared at the door you passed through and iwa had to bark at them to go back to their business

youre like the seijoh and younger version of goddess kiyoko

before kyo got back to the team, you usually walked home by yourself but makki actually accompanies you when he doesnt have errands to run

‘makki-san, i heard theres a sale going on for puffs’

you would mention as you walked and you would look to see his eyes light up and walk faster towards the bakery

‘cmon, y/n-chan. makki-senpai is treating you today!’

he turns into a child, a contrast to his chaotic energy in school, and he runs over to the glass where indeed, there was a sale going on for his puffs

while he was staring at what flavor he wanted, youd go to the cashier and give her your card

‘when that guy with the light brown hair with the blue and white jacket comes up to pay for his cream puffs, charge it to my card, please. whatever you do, dont take his and use mine immediately, please. ill come by later and pick it back up’

the old cashier lady felt true hope and happiness for humanity at your actions and it increased when she saw the shocked look on the boy’s face when she immediately swiped the card when he finished ordering

‘what? i havent paid-’

‘the young lady that came with you already did, young lad. shes a keeper’

he turned red

‘ahaha, no, shes our team manager’

once he finished paying and went outside, he took out his phone and dialed your number to call you

you smiled from the aisle in the convenience store down the street bc you were expecting him to call you

‘hewwo, makki-san’

he shut his eyes at how cute you sounded

‘y/n-chan, senpai wanted to treat you today!’

he whined but you bit your lip, leaving the store after purchasing a drink with the remaining cash you had

‘hmm, but i did too. you just werent too fast, senpaiiii~’

you teased and he let out a breathy laugh

‘next time i’ll be faster! mark my words!’

‘then im looking forward to it, senpai~!’

did anyone notice that he is the first one she called senpai?

to our baby yahaba

we know how he literally tried to go after yachi in that one episode so you know how flirty he is

but youve made it clear that you reject his advances and he pouts and finally accepts it so he stops it, instead actually just caring for you

ya know how he cares for the others and cheers them on?

he does the same to you

our babie notices that you are so busy taking care of the others that you forget to take care of yourself

like that time they lost to shiratorizawa, you made bentos for them all week to cheer them up

but he saw you not even eating and realizes that you were busy making the food that they like, each different to accomodate to their taste, that you had no time to make your own

he went down to your class and noticed you missing and he asks kindaichi and kunimi and they said that you said you wanted to get fresh air

since he pays attention to you, he knows you like to go to the roof to breathe

he ventures up the stairs and when he opens the door, he notices you just staring up at the sky, sitting down on the floor

‘being in an empty place like the roof doesnt compare to how lonely Pluto must feel to be outcasted in the solar system’

your comment catches him off-guard but he regains composure and makes his way to you before sitting down next to your form

‘hmm, oikawa-senpai talked to me about space one time. he mentioned the vast possibilities that stays hidden in the shadows’

you and him turn your head at the same time and share a gentle smile

‘but its up to us to find those secrets and abilities’

you finished

he nodded and went back to look at the clouds that looked like they were slowly moving but it was really the earth turning

‘i want to be a sports instructor. i want to be able to help others,,, i want to help them find those abilities and perfect them so they could fully love playing’

a chuckle escaped you and you tightened your arms around your knees, following his gaze to the blob of white that was painted on to the blue canvas

‘let other people be your universe, baba-senpai. dont let them be like Pluto. take time to find out who they are so they dont feel so lonely, okay?’

yall im tearing up right now though

as mentioned at the first part of this series, you go to the gym very early to set up for morning practice

sometimes, the four third years arrive at the same time but sometimes, only iwa comes

you noticed him put his bag down and help you with the nets before pushing the cart to finish the task for the morning

‘thank you, iwa-san!’

you thanked and he ruffled your hair

‘can you actually help me with my workout?’

you nodded and you knew his routine by now

as he got in position for a push up, you gently sat down on his back so he could start pushing up

you sat cross-legged and you counted every push up and held a timer so he could beat his previous record of 100 push ups in under 5 minutes

IWA IS LITERALLY ON ANOTHER LEVEL

once he hit 100, he collapsed on the floor and you stopped the timer at 4 minutes and 48 seconds

‘good job, iwa-san! new record!’

you cheered and he grumbled on the floor

you gently turned him over so he could lay on his back

he closed his eyes from the bright light of the gym and he raised his arms as his hands made a grabbing motion

‘hug. i want hug’

he whined and you fake gasped at this

‘iwa-san, i didnt know you could be so whiny’

‘huuggg~’

in my series, its canon that iwa is actually a whiny little babie despite that tough exterior and hes much more whinier than oikawa

you laughed before surrending, mumbling ‘yes, yes’

this wasnt the first time this happened since he asked you to do this before bc hes a touch starved babie and as a manager, you must give your team love

you climbed on him and laid your head on his chest while he mumbles happily with his arms going around you

‘just five minutes’

you offered and he said ‘mhm’

well, you both fell asleep and were woken up by scandalized and jealous yells from oikawa

to our baby libero watari

watari is actually the only player who has been to your house before

you made an off-handed comment of making bentos for the team again and he offered to come and help you make them

so here he was, standing in your kitchen, as you were cooking with him

you were chopping up vegetables and he was waiting for the eggs to boil so he was just stirring it slightly

‘wata-san, can you give me a bowl from the cabinet above you?’

he nodded and gave it to you so you could place the chopped carrots and onions in it

once the timer was done, he scooped out the eggs and placed them into an ice bowl so he could peel them later

you knew his favorite food was boiled eggs so you wanted to boil some so he could snack on them

‘can you peel one and see if theyre perfectly cooked, wata-san?’

his fingers skillfully rolled the egg on the table before peeling it effortlessly

he hummed as he chewed on the food

‘delicious?’

you asked and he turned to you, cheeks still full but he raised a thumbs up

you grinned and went back to chopping the scallions

‘actually, i didnt need any eggs for the dishes. i wanted you to snack on your favorites as i cook. its like payment for keeping me company’

his eyes shone and he hurriedly went to hug you tightly

‘i really appreciate everything youve done for us, for me. but i just want you to keep smiling okay? i know we’re a handful and we can get out of hand sometimes but you always keep us together. you must be stressed and there must be times you get angry with us and must’ve cried because of us but i hope you’ll still stay with us even through all that’

WATARI YOU MAKING ME C R Y

lmao kindaichi’s made me laugh

so basically, we all know his famous haircut, right

but what if that was actually just a style hes had since he was young but he has naturally down hair?

the stuff he puts in it like this brand of gel is just so tough and sturdy that two washes of hair is the only thing that can get rid of it

even during practice when hes sweating the atlantic ocean, it somehow stays up

he puts gel on it and stuff after he showers to make it stick up and BOOM turnip head

but one morning, he,,,, wasnt turnip head

the boy woke up late and he didnt have time to perfect the sticking up so he went to school with his hair down and everything

you were already there since morning practice has started and kunimi told you that kindaichi texted him he would be late so you were just patiently waiting by the door for your classmate

but some guy just walked in

your eyes widened and you pulled their arm

‘um, this is for seijoh volley-’

then the words died in your mouth

‘yuu-kun,,,’

you stuttered and he placed his hands on his face to hide away

‘dont look y/n-chan!’

his shout attracted the others and then silence before the laughing and howling started

‘THESE FIRST YEARS I SWEAR!’

makki was on the floor, punching it as he laughed

kindaichi turned red and he was about to run out but you held on to him

‘i can fix it for you, yuu-kun. come with me?’

he nodded immediately and hurried away towards the back where the sun was just starting to rise

you rummaged through your gym bag and found the specific gel brand he uses

kindaichi was SHOOK bc why the hell did you have it?

you noticed his shocked and confused look

‘i knew this would happen. we’ve facetimed before, remember? just in case this would happen, i brought backup’

his eyes glistened with tears of gratitude but you waved it away and started attempting to fix his hair

tbh you dont know why he did this hairstyle because his hair was really soft and nice and he still looked attractive either way

moving on to kunimi babie

lets face it, he probably doesnt sleep at all at night and he suffers from insomnia

and when he cant sleep, he bothers his friends

but he doesnt bother you though

which makes you sad bc you thought you made it clear that he could come to you if he was in need of something

you only found out after kindaichi accidentally blurted out during morning practice of how tired he is bc kunimi wouldnt stop talking to him at 2 in the morning

‘aki,,, you could’ve called me’

you gently said and kunimi scrunched his nose at how sad you sounded

‘you need your sleep, y/n’

‘but i want you to sleep too’

‘kindaichi’s been my contact since i was like 5 so-’

‘so you dont need me?’

your eyes watered and kunimi jumped, frantically fussing over you

‘okay, okay, y/n, okay. ill call you’

then as if they were never there, you cheered up and bounced happily

‘i’m expecting it, aki-kun!’

but at 1:43 in the morning, his finger hovered over the call button on your contact since he really didnt want to bother you

but he could already hear your whines in the morning

‘aki?’

he cursed when he heard your groggy voice

‘sorry y/n, ill hang up-’

‘no!’

you sat up, forcing to wake up

‘stay’

you mumbled and he made a sound of agreement

‘not tired?’

you asked

‘no. well, like im tired but i cant sleep, yknow?’

you laid on your bed with your cheeks puffed out, trying to think how to put him to sleep

‘we can just talk, aki’

‘about what?’

‘anything. just,,, talk to me. i want to know your favorite color, your favorite food, everything about you’

:( morning calls really hit different

last one is our mattsun babie

so like, mattsun is a TREE

im like 5′3 and hes like 6′2 so we a whole dwarf next to him

you are always dwarfed whenever you stand next to him and this little shite takes advantage of that and puts his elbow on top of your head

he likes to poke fun at you but you just pout bc you know hes all fun and games

‘hows the weather down there’

‘so mean, mattsun-san’

but his height did give him a special memory with you though

you were both left in the gym to clean up bc everyone had something to do like oiks had to go home bc takeru got sick and iwa also got sick and you just volunteered to clean up and mattsun stayed behind

you were sweeping the floor and you unconsciously started humming as you swept and started swaying a little

mattsun heard you as he pushed the carts and watched as you just swayed and twirled around and he found himself smiling at you

you noticed him stop in front of you and he bowed down, holding out a hand

‘may i take this dance, m’lady’

you laughed

‘what? whats going on?’

he softly held your hand and pulled you to him

‘you were dancing and i wanted to join you’

you nodded and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded

‘stand on my feet, chibi-chan. i can lead while you sing’

it was a random song you heard from the radio earlier but you complied while he moved with your feet on his

you giggled when he would lean down to softly kiss your forehead and shriek when he would unexpectedly dip you down

either way, at 8:34 PM, you and mattsun danced under the gym lights with no witness except you and him

ughh i really want seijoh now

you and the team share individual memories that are more special than the ones with the others bc its where you could actually be upfront with each other

its just a shame that there are 4 third years in the team that would eventually graduate and go their own separate ways after high school, leaving behind their underclassmen

they could just hope that those memories and special moments would remind them of who you were and how special you were to them since at the prime of their youth, you were their first true love

a/n: ngl i didnt expect to finish this so quick but im just in a really soft mood right now and this is to makeup for the fact that my update schedule could start becoming erratic due to my school so i hope you enjoyed this blurb!! and depending on my asks, there could only be one last part to this series unless someone requests for another specific scenario with the manager!!

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dapper-lil-arts · 3 years

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Compilation of all my inktober lil shadow monsters + their descriptions!

I am aware no one actually cares but im postin anyways biiinch

The weakest, most common form of shadow monsters. i believe all forms of the shadow monsters show up from this one kind. Theyre relatively easy to defeat, but be carefull not to be overwhelmed by their numbers!

One of the simplest forms of the shadow monsters, this one is a bit armored. Not very difficult to defeat, but theyre certainly stronger than the simple forms. be carefull because they come in numbers!

This aerial form didnt impress me at first, but they’ll divebomb and headbutt you mercilessly if you’re not carefull. watch out for their spikes too!

This brute definitely has the power to back up its looks, stay away from it, try to attack from behind or above. It might tackle or swing its arms if you’re too close, Watch out not to get whalloped!

Darn mimics. i thought it was just a chest, but it strung up and slapped me senseless. (reminder to double check every chest we find!)

This first boss was very intimidating, it was the unification of four armored shadow monsters united into one! arms, torso, wheel and head! you have to separate them to properly take them down.

what a strange creature, don’t underestimate it. it kept creating more small shadows from its head, you have to defeat it fast if you dont want to be overwhelmed!

This brawler usualy is solo, but dont overestimate it, its speed and punching technique is very efficient. watch out, when it starts a combo it’ll do some serious damage if you dont block or dodge!

These casters keep their distance from you while they cast magic. close the gap between you and them and they wont be much trouble, but get distracted and you might get zapped and burned!

This shell-like monster’s bite is quite strong, and it’s armor is tough. Wait for it to open its mouth and attack there!

This cute lil guy serves more of a distraction from other enemies than an actual threat, it gets harder to fight if bubbles are popping all around you. they might still try to kick you though, keep it in mind!

this fella is encased in ice, you have to break it if you want to do damage! watch out for when it slides, it might hurt your legs badly!

This cloudy monster is tricky, it has certain eletric powers, as well as it sometimes dodges by cloud hopping! try to keep your stamina when fighting these!

DANGER! this is an incredibly volatile monster! it’ll rushingly try to fly at you and explode! be carefull to hit it back or dodge it! they fly at you soon as they feel movement.

This driller really caught me offguard by attacking from below. wait for them to surface then beat them down fast!

hard to engage these without water or ice magic! keep your distance and dont let them touch you, they’re scorching hot and aggressive! luckly they usualy cant move far from lava pools.

This machine of war has more than one tool in its arsenal, keep moving when fighting it, try to use its slowness against it, try and attack from each side! its quite bulky, but you might be able to overwhelm it or even bounce its missles back at it!

this angelical monster isnt particularly aggressive, but it will buff and heal its allies if you dont deal with it, plus it can use light magic to harm you.

This demonic monster is quite volatile and twitchy, keep away and watch out for their flame bites! ranged attacks might be able to deal with them before their speed catches you off guard.

These flower monsters dont move from the spot theyre on, but they can still attack you with ranged orbs of poisonous goo.

This monster will attack very fast if you get close, it’s very agile and might dodge ranged attacks you use! you have to beat it at its own game and match its speed with your own!

This monster moves slow and isnt very offensive, but dont underestimate its defenses and counter attacks. be ready to attack them with everything you got!

This eerie wizard monster has mastery on many elemental magic, as well as the ability to teleport. It’s quite difficult to take down, beware of attacking it when there are others nearby, it’s best to single it out!

This monster is aggressive and fast, and its bites are nasty. its watch out for the tackles and kicks as well! the neck is its weak spot.

the smoke this monster is composed with it is very toxic-- you have to destroy the core producing the smoke to finish it, but luckly it cant to much to harm you.

These hands cant see, but they will grasp and try to drown you at the sign of movement. be ready to finish it if you get close!

Something is wrong with this one, it feels corrupted. it’ll constantly voimit that sludge, and slowly try to aproach and barf at you. luckly its not hard to beat.

This strange arcane rune monster seems to have control over various kinds of magic, even ones capable of slowing and stopping down time! luckly they move incredibly slowly, but their magic is the real deal.

This corrupted polycephalus will go berzerk if it notices you, watch out, its tackles and claws are not messing around. destroy every head to get rid of it.

Easily the strongest class of monster we’ve met so far, they’re big, are physicaly strong, and have many tools in their arsenal for a fight, such as breathing fire and ice, or causing great wind with their wings, or slapping you with their tail, as well as being very durable.

What in the world is this? its like many of the weakest forms of shadows fused into one flood of monsters that aggressively try to consume you. its best not to engage, unless you have a lot of magic to defend yourself.

#inktober #shadow #shadow monsters #monster designs #rpg #ocs #penguin's art #sorry for such a long post #since yknow no one cares n stuff #long post

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the19thduckpotato · 4 years

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In the Shadow of a Smile (Pt 3)

Part 2

Izuku grinned. “Woah, that’s a lot of places! You sure we have time for all of ‘em?”

POOMPF!!

"ALL MIGHT ALWAYS HAS PLENTY OF TIME!" He roared enthusiastic laughter then coughed and disappeared in a cloud of steam. Toshinori waved the cloud away and rubbed the back of his head, still snickering. "'Cause, you know...retirement...and stuff." Spoken as casual as possible.

Izuku nodded, responding just as casually. “Ah, fair point, yeah.” He leaned his head against Toshi’s arm. “Don’tcha get tired after a whole day out, though? I do. N I know I don’t... really... have an excuse, but....” He scrubbed at the back on his head with a sheepish grin. “I do, anyway.”

"No excuse? I disagree! You're training to be a hero AND training at UA, which is daunting enough as it is. On top of that--" Toshi made a show of glancing about, making sure they wouldn't be overheard. "--One for All. Especially with all this new stuff, the vestiges, the Quirks." He ruffled Izuku's hair. "And don't forget, you're still a growing teenager. That's the height of your body going through a bunch of stuff that's going to leave you exhausted." He stopped and looked to Izuku as if only just now considering this. "Promise me you'll let me know when you have had your fill, ok?"

Izuku bit his lip, still feeling a little weird about... quitting when tired?? if he wasn’t sick or injured?? isn’t that for wimps?? but... “Okay.” Maybe if I see you getting tired, I can ask to go too... or even if I don’t, I don’t have to feel bad about saying I wanna go because I know you push yourself n you hide it n—

Mentor sideglanced student then let his gaze drift to the river. "There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. Remember that." Uh huh.

“W— e-ell... is it REALLY necessary, though... like, I do want to quit far more often than I should. At a lot of things. I can’t just stop every time I feel like it! ...Right?”

"My experience with ya? You never quit when it really matters." "He takes after you, Toshinori. ...that's not a compliment." "You're consistently fighting, working harder, pushing farther, to show you're as worthy as anyone else to be where you are. I trust your judgment. Don't run yourself into the ground and don't slack on improving One for All when you can. We can't have an exhausted Symbol of Peace now, can we?" He grinned companionably as he-- i'm tired of being tired --heard the thought flit through. He mentally batted it away and made for the popcorn shop.

“But... doesn’t everything matter?” Izuku tilted his head.

Toshi chuckled fondly. "Easy, don't overthink it. You remember what I asked you, way back when? When you saved your friend Bakugo from that sludge monster. I asked what prompted you and you said your body just moved without thinking. And those are the times that, if I'm forced to say so, are the ones that matter most. So your body needs to be in its best form as much as possible. So that means resting when you need to and--" Toshi made an embarrassed noise and dropped his raised arm. "Oop, I'm lecturing again." Like you think you have any idea what you're talking about. A very faint protest noise and his fingers curled in. But the nails didn't dig in. Not this time.

“No no, I like it!” Izuku nodded up at his mentor reassuringly, then sank into overthought, knuckle coming up to his lips. But... what if I’m overthinking in an important moment and don’t move?? There are DEFINITELY things that are important that I’ve messed up— and— ...and I’m overthinking NOW... but does that mean this moment isn’t important?? That CAN’T be, it is, I know, I’m here! I can see it! He looked around as they entered the door of the popcorn shop, distracted by all the new sights and sounds and SMELLS, OH WOW, THE SMELLS— It made Izuku a tiny bit dizzy with the sudden intensity of it.

Toshinori waved cheerfully at the greeting calls of "oh hello, Mr. Yagi!" A plump lady with her hair wrapped up beamed and bobbed welcome. "Just in time for the fresh batch--and who is this?" Toshi grinned. "This is Izuku, my student. Izuku, this is Madame Popol. I've been talking up your skills all afternoon so you might want to break out your best flavors." Madame Popol looked delighted at that and bustled off to do just so. Toshi took a seat at the nearby bench and breathed deep. How he missed the scents that mingled here!

After flashing a grin and small wave at Madame Popol, Izuku took a seat beside his dad, smiling up at him fondly. He looks so happy...♡

Madame Popol soon returned with a circular wooden tray carved with multiple notches. In each notch sat a handful of popcorn, each a different shade of color. The plump lady began to describe the flavors and Toshi made his mind wander. remember when you used to get bags full of popcorn all the time? And Torino would bark disappoint at your snacking habits while Master would just roar laughter and steal a few kernels? "...now this one is strawberry, over here is smokey chipotle, and this one is classic white cheddar." Toshi's mouth watered a bit and he glanced about at the brightly colored bags, tied with equally bright ribbons. Then, unbidden, a sudden urge to rise up and plunge his hands into the barrels and bags of popcorn. Sink in, elbow deep, and start wildly stuffing his face. that would be incredibly stupid. I know You'd land yourself in the hospital with a stunt like that. I know. And so Toshi busied himself with watching Izuku's reactions to the many flavors presented him.

Izuku’s eyes were wide as he listened, not remembering all of the flavors in the list but making a beeline for the strawberry, picking up a kernel and popping it in his mouth. “Mm!” His eyes somehow got wider. “That’s really good!”

Madame Popol winked. "Excellent! Sweet taste for an equally sweet boy. Don't you worry now, Mr. Yagi, I got some of yours all prepped and ready to go." Toshi began to pull his wallet out and Madame Popol cheerfully swatted his hand. "Poppi!" "You just let me borrow this one's tastebuds for a few more flavors and we'll call it even. ...how about cookies and cream, Izuku? Or pickle? Bet you never heard of that before!"

Half of Izuku’s face scrunched, though he kept smiling amusedly. “Bet I have!”

"But have you actually tried it?"

“Wwwwwwell....”

Madam Popol held out the tray. Toshi leaned back on the bench and smiled, closing his eyes and breathing deep again. just one handful surely it wouldn't be that bad A really small handful, even

Izuku took a piece.... His whole face scrunched up.

Toshi was finding the temptation getting a bit too strong and turned to Izuku to stammer out some sort of excuse-- --saw the kid's face-- "What on earth?!" --and gave in to a helpless bout of laughter. Madame Popol beamed at both of their reactions, still keeping a knowing eye on her lanky regular. "Isn't that marvelous?" she chirped.

"I'm... not sure it's... my cup of tea." Izuku shook his head, a tiny bit of blush on his cheeks, but being honest. Really don't like pickles....

"It isn't for everyone," Madane Popol agreed, not even slightly put out. "Now then. As you can see, we're pretty talented here. So I need to ask--what is one flavor you'd never expect to taste on popcorn? And not anything too weird or wild. I'm asking from a curious business owner standpoint."

Izuku thought for a bit. "....Well I wouldn't want to eat it, but... horseradish?"

Madame Popol nodded thoughtfully. "And what about something you would eat? Something like--" With a sudden expert motion that surprised even Toshi, she snatched a small bag from behind the counter and tossed it to the tall blond. "Mr. Yagi," she scolded fondly but firmly, "My dear, have a munch on that and please cheer up. And you--" she said, pointing at Izuku. "--flavor?" Toshi looked sheepish as Madame Popol dropped a large cloth bag in his lap and began filling it with assorted flavors of popcorn. "How many kids in your class again, hun? I'm sure our lovely Mr. Yagi will make sure these all get to them, won't he?"

"Uuuuhhh...." Izuku thought more. "Really, I just like the cheddar stuff, mostly." He popped one in his mouth, smiling at the flavor. "Strawberry is good, but I could eat these about forever." Am I being too familiar? This is oddly easy. If the words are coming this easy, are they really good? Or am I just not paying enough attention.... He looked around at Toshi and Madame Popol. They do seem unoffended though... maybe it's good, maybe I'm just being funny... yes, play the clown, I can do that... be sure not to try too hard, though, no one likes that-- stOP OVER TH I NK I N G

Toshi froze as the cloth bag filled up. Was I that easy to read? Crap. I need to get better about that. To stop making it so visible. He glanced at Izuku--my anchor--and grinned. "You heard him, Madame Popol, biggest bag of cheddar you got." She pretended to look offended. "I dont think you realize just how big the biggest bag I have is. I daresay you'd need to bring your big self out to haul it away." She flexed one arm and giggled. Toshi gave a gentle smile at that. "Sounds like a challenge," he returned, a little less enthusiastic than he had meant to sound.

Izuku covered his face and squeaked happily at that. "I didn't mean FOREVER forever!" Oh noooooo, that's too much! I can't let him buy that for me... but I can't STOP him! He grinned widely, though not missing Toshi's tone of voice. He didn't quite know what to make of it, though, so he filed the fact away while keeping it in reach.

Madame Popol wedged one last portion of popcorn (bacon jalapeno) into the cloth bag and tutted at Toshi's protests. "Now now, I dont expect you boys to carry any of these around all day. You look like you have other places you want to visit. I'll just have these sent to your office, Mr. Yagi, darlin." Toshi shifted for his wallet again and she cheerfully hmphed. "This man," she sighed in frustrated adoration, "he doesn't even eat yet like I ask and yet still tries to pay before services rendered." "Poppi--" "Shoo with you now! Out of my shop, no, out, I'll send you the bill later. Izuku please, one moment." She beckoned to the boy while still shooing Toshi out.

"--?" Izuku looked between Madame Popol and the currently-leaving Toshi nervously. He could feel his muscles tensing at the idea of staying behind alone, but... his gaze settled on her.

She produced a pocket sized bag of strawberry popcorn and pressed it into his hands. "Whatever you're doing, keep it up. This may sound odd but...you're very good for him." She sighed softly and gazed about her shop. "Would that I could show him my appreciation for all that he's done with more than just popcorn but that's what the heavens saw fit. So that will be as I keep doing. But you--" Her eyes twinkled knowingly. "--you've been blessed with the ability to bring his smile out." She looked like she wanted to say more, then shook her head and waddled back to the counter. "Come back anytime, lovey. There will always be a bag of your favorite waiting here for you."

Izuku gazed up at her as she spoke, completely understanding what it feels like to want to support someone you're grateful to but... not being able to. He smiled down at the bag of strawberry popcorn in his hands, glad he had met this Very Warm Person. "Thank you," he said softly.

She gently tweaked one of his freckled cheeks. "No no," she replied. "thank you." Then, returning to form, she cheerfully flapped her apron at him. "Get on, now! That man has long legs and could be halfway to Kyoto by now. Go catch up!"

He squeaked and ducked at the tweak, and hurried obediently after Toshi out the door.

((part 4))

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #izuku #midoriya #deku #broccoli son #sunflower dad #all might #dadmight #toshinori #co-op rp #mander writes!#ducky writes!#in the shadow of a smile #itsoas part 3

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spidercrimes · 4 years

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if it's not too much to write, how about All even numbers for the OC asks for either character of your choice! or both if you're feelin wild whatever works : ]

wheezes this took so long but im finally done holy shit

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Echo doesn’t have any official titles, and isn’t really planning on getting any, unless Champion of Sune counts?

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

Echo has a very good relationship with her moms! To their knowledge, things were a bit tense after leaving Ivydome, but plenty of letters and visiting when they could helped with smoothing over their relationship. A good memory would be when her moms taught Echo how to bake! They can really only bake cupcakes and cookies but theyre like. Hella good ones. They dont really have any bad memories with/of their parents, since like. They will forcibly forget or repress anything that upsets them, as long as it only affected them. If the memory is something bad that affected others it will linger for however long Echo deems necessary(read: an extremely long time)

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

They were there and graduated fantasy high school what more do you want from them jkdxxjndk. They started working at the local sweets shop after school, so no higher level of education here! They like history a bit, but that’s about it tbh!

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Yes! Echo had a pet cat back at Ivydome with her moms, and before the campaign she didn’t really have the money to keep another, so they settled for feeding and playing with the stray cats in Summervale.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

Hmmm, Echo doesn’t mind children?? but there’s only so long they can be around them before she gets overwhelmed. Children like them well enough since Echo is always up for playing songs or messing around with cantrips. Echo would be the fun parent/godparent/babysitter, but. Please dont make them look after children they dont want any.

12. What is their favourite food?

Give my child spicy noodles or give him death

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Their first cake made without supervision was. A disaster to put it lightly since someone was feeling ambitious.(it turned out like rubber and after that he was too flustered n frustrated to focus so everything else turned out badly too) So they dont bother with that anymore! Cake mistakes who i dont know her sdkjjkdbs. So half the time they pass by anything with some type of airy sponge cake they cringe lololol

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

She had a rock and shiny things collection back at Summervale! They’re mostly for decoration, although some with certain textures are used for stimming. Some rocks are kept on shelves, but most are stored in cool jars to save space

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Echo is a sucker for romance novels and fun, upbeat music! Idk if video games, films, or video games exist in-universe, but if they did, they’d like dramas and baking shows, rpgs, and more character focused games like nitw

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

They love music, and they’d like musicals too! They will grab their lute and play along if their favorite song came on, and if nobody was around then maybe they’d sing too. Maybe.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

tbh their go-to insult is calling someone a prick or a bastard, and it’s usually for whenever someone’s done something particularly scummy. Or if someone is just. The Absolute Worst. It’s a leftover habit from when they used to live in Ivydome, but Echo usually sticks to talking shit when the target is. Very far away/not in the area.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

They try and get around six hours, to varying success, and to their knowledge they dont snore! Echo loves soft things and would prefer to sleep on a soft mattress with So Many blankets and pillows and maybe a cuddle buddy

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?

Fun fact echo does a tounge blep when she’s happy!! They tend to do lil happy claps and bounce up and down in place when they’re really excited, but when it’s a more calm-type of happy he purrs loudly and smiles a lot more than usual!

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

He’s claustrophobic and is terrified of being alone again or having to leave people behind even when the situation calls for it. So like. He aint copin too well after the last session! They get very flustered and panicked and freeze when theyre scared

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

Does going on champion quests and running from his problems count as exercise or???

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

Crop tops with long sleeves, shorts, and boots make up most of their wardrobe and they love it. Theyd go to like the fantasy equivalent of marshalls i think? Somewhere with good deals and a lot of options. Overlarge shirts, tank top crop tops, and more shorts make up their pjs. They dont really wear makeup, mostly bc they touch their face a lot and it feels weird the whole time, but they wouldnt be opposed to wear a lil bit every now and then! Their hair is floofy and a bit of a controlled mess since they cut it themselves

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

Echo is 5’9”/ 175.26 cm! Theyre on the average side i think? Like theyre not super skinny but not fat either so just. Avergae. And yeah, Echo likes their body, theyre so bright! And their horns are so cute and having a tail is very handy and claw maintenance can be a bit of a pain but like. Aesthetic am i right folks

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Hes good at playing the lute and generally being very cute and giving out good vibes, and he likes baking and playing music! They can sing, but really only do that when theyre playing their lute ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

Echo admires passion and creativity the most, and dont let anyone from the party know but he wishes he could be just. A bit smarter and know what to say + ask. Theyd also really like to be able to make a decent genoise sponge too like theyre not picky

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Theyre a tea drinker all the way, and arent the biggest fan of sweet things. He used to use more tart or mellow flavors when baking. They def arent alert after being tired for a while, and will space out a bit

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

No secret ambitions here, Echo is an open book(unless they roll high on deception dvdjxb)! Becoming Sune’s champion, making a decent sponge cake, and protecting his friends with his life/in any way they can are all their current goals. Echo doesn’t care too much if they get hurt, so physical well-being and maybe mental are things they wouldn't mind sacrificing, but as a whole they don’t really want to think about what they’d have to give up. He’ll burn that bridge when he gets to it.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

If its cold, wet, or humid echo is not a happy camper lol. They prefer summer and the beginning of fall the most, and sunny days with lots of puffy white clouds are the best! They think its fun watching the clouds shadows on the ground. They’re better in hot weather than cold, since clothes for that type of weather are easier to dress for and they dont have to account for their tail or horns as much

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

God i hope they make a good first impression im dying over here xjkxdk but honestly it depends! They try to make a good first impression and i think they usually do? But if theyve just finished with a job w the gang or theyre just. So tired they wont really introduce themselves at all. Its pretty accurate of how they are, and their go-to greeting is “I’m Echo Barquiel, a pleasure to meet you dearie~”

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend?

In theory they’d like parties but being around so many people with that much noise for an unknown amount of time would not be. Ideal so smaller get-togethers with friends would be the most enjoyable! Echo doesnt really have the uh, space to host anything so theyd just turn up to other’s parties. Theyd be in a constant state of switching between ‘holy shit im so gay’ and ‘oh my god theres so many people/internal screaming’. If they were dragged to a party, theyd mingle for a leelte bit before stepping out

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

A bedroll, waterskin, food supplies, rope, knives, a lute, matches, money- yknow regular survival stuff!

#the sylph speaks #echo barquiel #sweet jesus how long ago did you send this???#i have no idea #mxbuccellati #does the readmore even work on mobile?? rip mobile users if it doesnt i guess #long post

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little-wintry · 4 years

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So. This is Different.

((I’ll cut to the chase. I’m absolutely sick as a dog, but somehow I have enough inspiration to write something for my big WIP. Like, the big one, the series, the one I wrote three books for. Am I gonna write book 4 today? Probably not, but hopefully sometime soon. But, I really really really wanted to post this here [so maybe I can get a tad bit of validation] before going into a cough medicine induced coma and binging [bingeing? binge-ing? don’t fucking know man] buzzfeed unsolved. I will explain a few things below, since obviously context will be needed for this sad 3 1/2 page passage, but just know this isn’t your average Destiny Shit(tm).))

Before we begin, know that this is from my main WIP, Paladins, both a well-fleshed out fantasy series and a bit of a plot-mess sci-fi series. The character this is written in the perspective of, Jacklyn, is the Champion of a goddess, Mirsith. Unfortunately, said goddess also has an evil counterpart, Minsar, which recently was able to corrupt Jacklyn enough after the death of her brother. This lead Kata, Jacklyn’s wife, to go after her. This whole thing is the battle from Jacklyn’s point of view. Yes, it’s a little whack, yes, I’m crazy, but I’m throwing this out into the void for some validation and also im sick, have mercy on a poor dumb soul. And like, this is gonna sound weird, but spoilers I guess? I dont fucking know man maybe i’ll publish this someday and if someone somehow manages to come across this i don’t wanna be a dick.

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There was a burning pain the back of her head.

It had been there for what felt like hours, now. Pulsing, biting, sending spikes of pain through her skull. She flinched with every wave of it, white spots dancing in her eyes.

Her body ached. It was as if she was stumbling through a dream, a dream heavy with smoke and heat and blood, less of a dream and more of an all-too-real nightmare. She was a whirl of blades, and anger burned hot in her chest.

Who was she angry at? She couldn’t remember. Her own sense of self was beginning to crumble, she was now nothing but a name that escaped her. Grief ran in her blood, grief for a face that was… close? Someone she knew, right?

She couldn’t remember them. Why was she grieving?

She was fighting a shadow. Not a Shadow, capital-S, the mindless servants that plagued this realm otherwise. But… a shadow, a memory, a faint silhouette against the web of storm clouds in the sky, and words, scattered and fragmented, filled the air.

She pinned the shadow down. Something about their figure, the subtle feeling of the way they fought and the way they almost seemed to try to calm her, it was… familiar.

Her dagger hovered above the figures chest. For a moment, it was all silent.

DO IT, a voice hissed in the back of her mind. She flinched. SHE IS AT YOUR MERCY, STRIKE DEEPLY INTO HER HEART.

She paused. The grief was beginning to vanish, the hot anger solidifying into a chunk of ice within her chest. Her mouth was dry, her muscles aching, and her heart, her heart was beating softly, as if it was beginning to… remember.

“N-No,” She whispered.

DO IT, YOU INSOLENT CHILD. SHE TOOK AWAY YOUR BROTHER, YOUR HOME, YOUR LIFE YOU ONCE WERE HAPPY WITH. SHE DESERVES TO DIE IN AGONY.

Lies. This voice, this consistent presence she was feeling, was lying to her, had been lying to her, this whole time. She could feel it now - the figure she had pinned was beginning to solidify, the words becoming clearer and clearer.

“Because I love you, and I always will-”

“No,” She said again, stronger. “She, she loves me. She cares about me, she’s my home-”

NO! SHE’S A VILE DEMON, A BLIGHT ON THIS WORLD-

“It doesn’t matter how much you hurt me because I know this isn’t the real you-”

Her hands were trembling now, and though she couldn’t see the figures face, she could picture it, perfectly in her mind. Warm, coffee brown eyes, onyx-dark hair. A smile that could chase away the worst nightmares.

“Kata-” She said, the name finally finding its way into her mouth. “Kata, I-”

STOP! The voice boomed. Her limbs screamed in pain, and her violence solidified, taking her over again. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the knife, but her eyes screamed with hot tears.

The figure - Kata, her wife - was still speaking, the words still echoing in her mind.

“I know for a fact, that when this is over, when we’re sitting at home and you’re back safe in my arms, you’re going to regret this. And I won’t even be mad, because I know you love me back, Jackie.”

Jackie, that was her, her name.

The world around her came into view. Desaturated, crumbling buildings, a treeline in the distance, and Kata, pinned to the ground, bloody and bruised, with tears drawing lines down her cheeks.

But her mind was not her own. She couldn’t move a muscle.

With every ounce of her being, every ounce of this newfound self and love, she stood. The knife vanished in her grasp. Opposite of Kata, there was a woman, black ram horns and a blood-red gown, scowling and furious.

You are Jacklyn Storm, a Paladin, a protector, a wife and a friend-

You are a queen, not a pawn.

Not a pawn in someone else’s game.

The woman with the horns - Minsar, a name she remembered, a name that filled her mouth with venom - still held some control, still tainted her words, but Jacklyn found just enough independence to speak.

“Maybe being a Paladin did teach me a thing or two,” Jacklyn said, turning. Her mind ran quickly, thinking of how to purge the influence in her blood.

As a Champion of Mirsith, Minsar can influence you as well. As long as Minsar’s magic is within you, Minsar will always be there. You know what you must do.

Jacklyn did. But the very thought of it made her feel sick.

She turned her back to Kata for a moment. “I’m sorry, love.” She looked down at her hand, bloodstained, but through that blood a faint light began to pulse on her right palm, a tattoo of a snake.

She turned, and watched as Kata sat up, and called her name.

Jacklyn could not listen. Her own power began to pulse inside of her, in time with her heartbeat. Somewhere, far from this realm, she felt a flicker of hope. And a flicker of fear.

She felt like, at any moment, the world could go out from under her, like her very consciousness could collapse. Her heart kept beating, faster, more and more energy surging within her like a thunderstorm.

You are Jacklyn Storm-

She remembered the first time she touched that Shrine.

A Paladin-

She remembered running into the midst of battle for her friends’ sake.

A protector-

She remembered her wedding and long, late night talks with Atalanta and Lupa, with the rest of her team sitting by her side.

A wife and a friend-

Her coronation. The tall white spires of Neptune and the throne with an amethyst inset into the headrest and her own crown, which she was sure sat on her dresser back home.

You are a queen-

Minsar’s rage was tangible now. The rage of an immortal, an insane one at that, who was now having all of her delicate plans thrown away in an instant.

Kata was standing now, trying to make her voice heard over the maelstrom of magic.

Far away, her friends were fighting a battle they could loose.

Far away, eight immortals were locked in cells.

But here, and now?

You are not a pawn in someone else's game.

A mortal, a single mortal, is writing upon the currents of time and doing what dozens of others before her could not.

Minsar ran towards her, a fistful of destructive magic in one hand. Kata screamed her name again, and Jacklyn had to ignore them all. Her entire body now, was alight with magic, and Jacklyn sent all of it out in one final shockwave.

#ho boy #yknow i might take this down later #i'll probably get embarrased #also yeah i wanna publish this #wip #not destiny #personal #writing

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bonbonswirl-blog · 5 years

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Broken

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. Because there is a character that we dont have any kind of idea about them, i will just go by 'another person' without any names or features, just a person XD i made this while having cold so it may seem a little off, try to enjoy Xd

11 pm

Behind a bar.

Thats what the letter said. Eyes lingered over the lines before the letter was lifted down to show the view of a big bar, was that really the place he was meant to visit? Only one way to find out. He entered the bar, rough paintwork that coats the door and push, shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The bar curved into a room, dark in the barely lit place, through the windows the diamonds of lead panes trickles the sallow light of street lamps. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. Laughter overpowers the jukebox. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards him, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. There is even a hint of sick tainting the fragrance of the room.

He looked up and down, right and left, He cant find the sender of the letter, wait...Of course he wont! the letter said to meet Behind a bar! Now have he to find where is the back door that leads to outside. It took him long enought till he found it. trying the door knob, the heavy iron bound door swung open, revealing a wide area enclosed by a flimsy hain-link fence. The unrelenting darkness took over everthing, plucked the stars and anything that can glow, burying them beneath the sky. The air had thickened, the temperature dropped and nowhere was there a comforting sound. Trash cans leaning on the bar cracked walls, ground covered in dusty powder, what looked like a streetlight, which was the only one that isnt fully broken, flickered, casting an errie smudgy beam onto that black place. That wasnt really the...best place you could invite someone to meet you in...It was all quiet and derelict. He had the enough courgage to step forawrd, walking unusually slow, he had an odd gait, It was slightly lurching as he went, trudging along at a sedate pace. His head right and left, searching for who he was supposed to meet with, his mind focused on finding a sign of someone in this hopeless space rather than the footsteps that seemed to echo throughout the desolate yard, why didnt he just call the name to hear a respone? Maybe because it doesnt sound like a good idea to do so in this haunted place. Yet still, he kept finding his eyes diverting to something each moment he heard a low simple sound, darting to locate the source. Thats until, under those overwhelmed black shadows, and after a short stroll, he found who he was looking for, standing there uncommonly, under another bulb that lacks illumination. His boyfriend clicking his feet to the land underneath, probably out of pateince. Finally, harry found him! Walking towards his direction smiling. "Hey babe!" "harry..." "oh boy! why you gotta choose this place for a meeting? We could have gone inside the bar as usual, right?" Harry was still confused beind the sudden call at this late hour, but he didnt care. "Tonight we...not gonna drink at the bar." "uh, ok? So, why did you send this letter today? What are we going to do?" He pulled it from his pocket to show the proof. "Harry we....we need to talk." Not like this startled harry a lot, but it wasnt in an ordinary tone. "Sure! Talk away!" His boyfriend spoke with his head to the dusty ground. "You see...how both of us go together to do anything. to walk together, to talk to each other everyday, to work and help each other when in any of us in trouble, it was all nice werent it?" The sudden mention of their sweet times together was also strange. "Of course! And im glad I do all of these thing with you!" "and this is what I wanted to talk about tonight harry..." the fletcher paid his attention, waiting for his darling to start the conservation, he doesnt need to consider bad possibilties, instead he was a bit happy inside, what if those mentions were to remind the other of their constant affectionate attachment and celebrate 'something' together? That would be a lovely thing! It was tenser than a tiger who stalks a prey while harry lover peers his way to him, face resolutely unimpressed. "I think this..... relationship needs to...needs to....needs to end." Harry stopped like he had taken a bullet to the guts. The words fell on him like a storm. The cold air hitting his face.

"...What?......" He may just heard it wrong, he hoped he really did, he wished he did and this is not what his love just stated, doubt was filling him. "We need to end this harry." His boyfriend repeated, affirming his recent words. No, his hearing was right, thats what he just said... "What....W-What do you mean?!?" "What do you think I mean?" His lover raised his eyes to meet harry ones, so he would know he isnt just messing around. It took harry a while to speak again. "You dont really mean this..." "Do I look like I am joking?!?" Harry looked downward briefly. "but...But....I...I thought we loved each other..." "You Are Right!! LOVE'D'!! Its all from the past harry!!" Why would he say such a thing...his mind cycles through emotions faster than a kid flipping radio channels, he was broken. Harry couldnt accpet what is taking place, but what else is there to do? "dear you...I dont think you are in your right mind tonight..." "No!! YOU Are Not In Your Right Mind Harry!!! Didnt You See It?! This ISNT Working!!! It Never Did!! Now Go Away!!" "Wha-" "Go Away!!!" his words and his anger cut too deep that harry couldnt change the image of him. When he met his gaze his was just the same. "No" "Why Dont You Get It?! Go Away!!" "No I wont! you need to go back to your sanity!!" "Im In My Full Sanity! Just Go Away!!" "Not Until I know Whats Wrong!" "I Said GO AWAY YOU GARBAGE!!!!" Rising his fist, his hand swinging out connecting to harry face in a flash of pain. Although not on his back, harry toke a few steps back from the impact. Bewildered, pressing a pale hand to his cheeks trying to comprehend the previous seconds. Did..Did his..Did his boyfriend for the first time just....punched him?!

"You......." "I told you to go away." " I DONT UNDERSRAND YOU! WHY?! DID YOU CALL ME OUT TO THE BAR AT 11 PM JUST TO BREAK UP WITH ME?!" "yes, I Cannot keep this up any longer Harry, I needed to do it now." "Im Not Breaking Up With You Until You Tell Me The Reason!" "look At Me In The Eyes And Say You Still Dont Know The Reason!! I Dont Even Know What Got Me To Agree To Be With You!" With each little word... a piece of harry heart broke. "...how could you say this...what happened that changed you?...." "Changed Me?! YOU Changed Man!! I Kept Being Myself and Been Who I am While Keeping Our Connections Stable!! I Did Everything With And For You!! Even In Stupidest Things! And I Shouldnt Have!" "But Bab-" "I Hate You!!" "No-" "I Always Did! And I knew One day you willl hate me too!" Thats wrong. They both loved each other, they said it and showed it, all of these are just words from anger...so why all this nonsense about love and hate? Where had he gone wrong? Since when did this love turn to poison? He doesnt know what had climbed inside His beloved and turned him mad. "Stop!! YOU Need To Calm Down!" "NO!! And For The Last Time Go Away!!" "Not Until I know The Reason!!" "No You Wont Know Now Go Away" "I Already Said Not Until I know What Happened!!" "GO AWAY!" "NO!" "You Gave Me No Other Choice!!" Without thinking, harry boyfriend turned around to grab something from a near shelf. It was revealed to be a small bucket. However, when harry figured out the kind of liquid thats inside it, the intended message was already enforced, and he lost what little colour he had, starting to freak out.

"Dont you dare....." "Oh I will! I will throw all this bucket content at Your Face If You dont leave Me!!!!" The other man couldnt believe this..his lover cant do that...yes he may be out of his mind right now, but he will never have the nerve to throw some unknown chemicals straightly on his face, it was just an empty threat to leave. and all he could do was to stare lifelessly at the eyes that held that bucket and a terrifying coldness he had never seen before. He had always thought those eyes were like a gem, but looking at them now he could see no trace of the vibrancy they once held, no trace of the boy he once knew. "Darlin-" "DONT CALL ME DARLING ANYMORE!!" There was stillness on both sides, faces unreadable. "Please be back to yourself..." "Leave Me Alone! "Please!" "Your Last chance Harry....GO AWAY" "PLEASE!!" "THATS IT!" That was when the cold man lost it altogether, and the unexpected happened. In an immediate movment he launched forward, tossing all the liquid inside the bucket in an aim to harry head, although it wasnt a full success, he did strike a part of his face. Harry swore he could had saw some good memories flashing before his eyes. And whatever that scorching substance was, when it fell Againist Harry face.

He Howled

It Was Hell.

The pain had no culture, no pity, no mind, yet it consumed whatever it pleases. Its only criteria is if it can take it and reduce it to something molten and foul, paroxysm of agony triggered a guttural cry from the fluter. His hands clawed over his burning face, brutally gashed. Solvent swirls on it without any mercy, penetrating to the cells that should be protected by smooth skin but lie open. Surge of torments spirals all over him. Violent shaking forced through his whole body, with no assume of stopping. Monstrous chill continued running down his spine and made his ghostly skin crawl. Muscles going to giving up. The worst of the blood had spelled, ran freely in thick scarlet rivers amongst his whole face, staining his hair, matting them together before it soaked into his cloths and the floor. From a clear distance outside, it was like a high barking that carried well through walls and air. Lungs have no choice but to painfully and rigidly take in the chilled air around for a living breathe until they couldnt anymore. He have cried and screamed, maybe not evident, nevertheless it was as if he was calling for a help, but there was no help to come, perhaphs the strength in his voice perished. His breath taken away every second, he was in his greatest neccisity of taking an inhale.

Thats until he decided to surrender to the torturing and sink into the unfolded darkness.

He was in a heavy black cloud. Nothing to see, Nothing to hear, Nothing to feel, Just this heaviness in his whole body. He couldnt remember how to open his eyes, but when he did, he scrunched the opened one at the bright light that was sipping through his closed eyelid, in struggle he slowly opened it, desperately squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before him. Pungent smell of hospital disinfect invading his nostrils. The room was silent apart from the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates youre alive and Quiet talking. He started to sense something, or rather a material, soft but elastic tightening around his whole sore face, from chin to forehead, even one of his eyes were covered, it was very aching. When the sight of his survived eye arised, he perceived Someone bending over him, face watching his. What harry never toke notice of is that they are holding his weak hand, and that they have little tears in their eyes. The features were not clear, but it can be marked that they have a light brown hair and wearing something..blue? Harry attempted hardly to recognize who is this, but he coudnt with this wounded brain, then he heard the familiar word that assisted in that. "...Brother..." Harry tried to remember how to talk. No words came, he blinked trying to force his memory to recall the owner of this soft voice with broken tone. He was out of ability to even clear his throat. He tried to answer, to say something, but all what came out was a tiny whisper. "...augh....ma....rley?..." The other man wrapped his arms around the injured one shoulders and pulled him close, hugging him gently to not provoke the burn. "shhhhh...save your strength brother...it will be alright..." Marley had a hard time hiding his sniffs, but harry havent got enought focus to realize. His sibling tenderly patting his hand, giving a queit moment for the victim to adapt to the consciousness. Harry lie still, slowly started blinking, he wanted to see whats around him. But he cant lift anything off this deep pillow. He used the very bare left of his capability to move some little angles right and left for learing about his new surroundings. Glancing around the bright white coloured bedroom. He catched sight of someone wearing the same color for a coat, staring at him from the door. He strain to hear and makes sense of it all. No idea. Where is he and why? How long had he been here? He shut his eyes, trying to remember what had exactly occured. Then it all hits him with a bang, The memory of it all starts to occupy his thoughts, panicking he jolted up with rushing hands running at his bandages, making sure this is true, the wound hurting with every touch of his finger, he figured it all out.

He lived

He laid back in his bed, he felt powerless and heavier, Couldnt move his hands, head or bod, His eyes washed with the kind of emotion that only come when people break in ways with no way to be repaired. "Whoever did this bro...they are Not Getting Away With This!!!!" "Mr. Marley please calm down the patient is still in an unstable condition." Marley sighed, plummeting his head to the bed, holding his brother hand a bit tighter. "im sorry doctor...its just that..." He couldnt continue his sentence for some reason, instead he started a new one. "Harry...please get better...for your family...for your friends...for me...please..."

Harry spent the rest of his days in the hospital remaining still in the bed. His head eaither felt heavy or light. He lost the track of time and may needed somebody to tell him, but he never cared, he will let all the time pass without any hint of concern. He never felt that alone or empty before. Sometimes, he replay the events in his head and wonder what were the right words to say, what was it that could prevent everything, it wont change that he is all to blame. It might had been kinder to kill him than to constrain him with living beside this burn. Everytime he try to sleep and leave this living nightmare, he cant. He never had the enough hope to recover or be cured. He wont, he doesnt need, he already knows he will never get better, he will never be the same.

If only

if only...

If only he didnt go behind that bar at 11 pm.

#brueklynn #harry fletcher #marley meriweather

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killacreepa101 · 6 years

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Without You

His shoes clacked against the hot pavement below, the skyline scraping against the cerulean blue sky. Mishka panted, frolicking in the warm summer breeze that had a tint of salt from the waves crashing not too far off. Everyone was out and alive today, jogging or cooking on the barbecue; as evident by the soothing wafture of crackling flames. Aleks wistfully sighed, gentle knells of wind chimes ringing through the air instead of the bombarding loudness that LA traffic was so famous for. His morning wasn't exactly one to brag about, waking up with his skin stained in sweat and vodka, but that wasn't his concern. Like a film over his eyes, he couldn't shake the blurry images that shot through his head. They came slow and steady, chest suffused with warmth and head thumping and buzzing just a tad more than he would prefer. He remembered scattered voices and toothy laughter, sweaty palms and fumbling feet. In the crooks of his knees, the cold wooden tile thumping against them, and the chatters snapping closed. He bit his lip, remembering dark, encompassing gaze that was filled with a blazing rage. It was… A very enticing look. Yet Aleks was a bit irritated at his lack of remembering anything but those intoxicating eyes. He licked his lips and turned a corner, running on autopilot to the nearby park were he could relax just a tad while Mishka ran about. The fresh air would do good while he collected himself. Tapping his pockets with nimble fingers, Aleks sighed at the emptiness of them. No phone, no wallet, nothing but the satisfying warmth in his stomach. Still toasty, he tells himself while gingerly combing a hand through his bleached locks, still toasty.

The vibrantly green sweetgrass irritates his eyes, tugging on the leash to calm Mishka’s pace. Under him, a concrete path laced with little pigeons began to coil. He began to see hills dotted with weeds and flower bushes, masterfull shadows of willow trees tinting them all in a faded light. Mishka didn’t slow, but instead began to bark. Aleks yanked on the retractable cord, speaking sluggishly in a Russian tongue, until his ears perked at a familiar, wimpy bark. There, propped up against the flexuous bark of the nearest tree, was James and Ein.

He gulped.

The last thing he wanted was to be around James right now. But his head was already perked in Aleks’ direction, and Mishka tugged with her big goofy grin, unaware the situation she was putting him in. He complied, cheeks split in a ‘I can't really control this’ smile as he neared.

“Hey man” Aleks cooed as he approached the foot of the tree, swaying past foliage that dropped low from feeble branches. The world stilled as he slowly scanned James. His hair was loose and freed from his usual bun, lining a tanned face with abundant and frilly curls. His knees raised and arms propped against them, wearing usual jeans and a blackened hood. Lips thin and twisted, his button eyes were dark and glossy. He didn't utter a word.

“Is… uhh… everything okay?” Aleks murmured, face pinched in concern. The wind rustled the trees, pups sitting idly by in the cloud of tension that surrounded them. James shot his glance up to glare daggers, Aleks’ heart stopping at the look. The familiarity of it, only to realise how sunken cold it was compared to the fury he could’ve gotten drunk off of.

“You… you were there? Last night?”

“Wow, you really don't remember all that much, do you Aleksandr?” James suddenly fleered, speaking in a flagrant tone. Aleks stammered a bit, uncomfortable by how quick the conversation shifted into something rancid.

“No I… look man, you don't gotta be this way-”

“No, fuck you! Do you realised how worried you made me?!” His voice was hot and thick with anger, but he halted himself with a fervid sigh and stared off somewhere afar. After unbuckling Mishka from the leesh and waiting for James to talk, Aleks sat next to him, the tree seemingly shifting him close as his only way to be comfortable. James’ body radiated a suffocating heat; crudely reminding him of how pissed he was. Mishka and Ein began to wrestle and play with one another, leaving the two alone. He still looked elsewhere, as if he couldn't bare to look at Aleks without exploding.

“Im sorry, James, for whatever I did…” Aleks worded carefully into his cheek.

“Yea, like you could be so sorry for something you don't even know you did” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“I get it okay, I fucked up. Tell me how I fucked up” He snaps, a bit aggravated at how irrational James acted when he was mad. James shook his head, looking to Aleks over his shoulder.

“You passed out on stream”

Aleks’ thoughts staggered for a moment.

“I… I, what? A stream? I wasn't-” Then, he remembered. It was somebody's birthday. He remembered getting drunk off of his ass in VR chat. He remembered hitting the floor and the headset popping off of his ears. Everything came rushing back to him, slamming his head like a tidal wave. “Oh shit”

“Yea, and guess who your panicking viewers fled to? My stream. Telling me that you had drank too much. I thought you were going to choke on your own vomit. I had to pack Ein into the car and rush over to your apartment”

“James, I am so, so sorry, I-”

“No, your not fucking sorry!” His body whirled, meeting Alek’s face inches apart from his. The cold wind was the only relief from their bodies strangled with heat. “You-you always do this to yourself! And I always have to take care of you! You can't, for any ounce of your being, act like anything other than a fucking child!”

“Okay, I fucked up real bad, I get it. But-”

“You get it?!-” James hissed and snapped forward in a blur. The cotton helm of Aleks’ shirt was balled up in his fists of molten lava. He staggered backwards before hitting the dirtbed below, bombinating his head in panic and causing a lavish groan to pour from his lungs. James toppled him. Aleks immediately wrapped his hands around James’ wrists, clutching onto the flesh until his knuckles turned white. “No you…you dont”

“Get the fuck off of me” He hissed with his head tilted upright, James’ smell invading every breath of air he took. Aleks’ eyes where flared insidious, teeth bared in a grimace and skin pulled tight in rage. He watches James stagger for a moment, slumping his shoulders.

“God dammit Aleks…” He breathed, something funny shaking his tone and making a bit squeaky. His grip loosened, but he didnt shift his position.

“Get off James” Aleks repeated, voice getting dark and husky. He hated how the warmth swam in his chest, how it blurred his vision and made everything that wasn't James hazy and undefined. His heart was beating fast, afraid to breath the intoxicating smell that suffused his cheeks in a pinkish shade. This was bad. Fuck, he needed to get out of this situation.

“James” Aleks warned with a dry mouth, a melancholic sigh filling the air.

“No” He murmured, snapping one hand underneath him, splaying his arm across his lower back, while the other grasped and tangled amongst his bleached locks. Instantaneously, he closed the air between them, his head fitting in the delicate part of Aleks’ shoulder blade and the nip of his neck. He felt something cold trickle down his arm, and Aleks snapped in two.

“Please, dont…” He almost whispered, coiling his hands around the sharp grass in an effort to keep them grounded there. He felt himself breaking, shaking. The sky drifted, serpentine branches silently swaying above. He did not speak, but James’ heart was heavy and slow up against the cage of his chest. Then, a sound. A muted concoction of a whimper and a sigh. It was gentle, short, and cut off by an aggravated growl. Aleks’ stomach dropped, hands flinching up so fast he tore the grass tangled around them.

“Fuck, James, stop!-” Panic instilled within his voice, it was pitched and trembled upon leaving his turgid tongue. He clutched upon James and tucked his head close.

“Stop hurting yourself like this. I don't know why your doing this, but stop” James murmured quickly into Aleks’ ear, almost like he didn't want to acknowledge how emotionally altered they were. He gulped hard, feeling the susurration caress his heartstrings. His eyes were burning. Aleks squirmed under the weight and squeezed them shut.

“...Yea, okay I’ll… tone it down on the drinking” He complied, noticing how light and feathery his voice sounded. Aleks felt his muscles loosen just a tad, and he couldn't help but bask in the sudden intimacy of the moment. One hand was tangled in the mess of James’ curls, the other crossed over to clutch upon his shoulder. James settled into him, his beard tickling the nip of his neck and causing Aleks to flinch a bit in surprise. He found himself breathing in sync with him, reassuring Aleks that James, too, was enjoying the unfamiliar moment.

“James, when did you decide to care so much?” He mumbled into the air that hung in a very foreign atmosphere of gentleness. To that, James rumbled a bit in laughter, causing a gentle smile to pinch Aleks’ features.

“That's a stupid question, Aleksandr” He replied, beginning to part away. Aleks’ shamefully clung to him for a split second before letting his hands fall back under him.

“Is it?” He smiled a bit, watching James very closely as he hovered over him. He seemed figity a bit, like he wanted to sit upright but still enjoyed how close the two were. James’ eyes were gloaming with affection, Aleks watching how his lips twitched the longer he stared at them.

“Stop looking at me like that, Jesus”

“Like what?”

“Like…” James suddenly looked to the side, avoiding his gaze “Fuck you, Aleks. You know what I mean”

“Do I now?” Aleks sheemed, propping himself upright by his hands “Because the last time I checked, you were on top of me”

That seemed to shut James up, so much so that he stood up and called for Ein. Aleks staggered for a moment before sitting right back up, confused but relieved all the same. He found his chest panging in pain. Aleks silently chuckled at the familiarity of that feeling, rising to his feet and calling Mishka over. Some part of him knew that things would fall right back to how they always were. That's just how James liked it. Every squeaky giggle and bright, stupid grin. Every wiggle of the eyebrows. Every time he made the loudest person in existence completely and utterly speechless. He would fall in love and drink it away. He hated to admit it, trying so many alternatives, but always falling back to James. And, fuck, it couldn't just be one sided, could it? Aleks stood there, watching James bend over to hook up Ein’s leesh, and in that moment, he felt overbearingly upset to see him go. So, as James turned back around to say his goodbyes, Aleks nearly tackled him with a powerful and agonizing hug. He blinked in shock as the trembling man clutched upon his lower back, digging his chin into the broad of James’ shoulder.

“Aleksandr what the fuck-” James murmured with a breathless shock. Aleks’ breath hitched, arms and legs going a bit limp as his mind went blank.

“I'm sorry if I wont be able to stop drinking” He blurts in a shaky tone, sulken like it was dragged across that concrete path. He remembered something in that moment. Infact, Aleks could almost taste it. Hovering over the pearly white toilet, splattering his guts out. Cleaving, swishing his mouth out with water, stumbling out of the bathroom and seeing James leaned up against the wall, waiting for him.

“It's either you do it or you dont, there no in between Aleks”

He remembered thumping forward with mauve bags under his eyes, the pleasure that swam through his stomach at the sight of how helplessly angry he was. He remembered slurring something along the lines of ‘you’re quite a sight, James’. He had sighed, eyes glaring up at him and, with a scowl, murmuring ‘yea, so are you’. Although he realised it now, he thought it was a compliment then.

“I wish it was that easy” He found himself mumbling in his embrace. He grew attached to his smell. It reminded him of the good times, a musk that he's known for what feels like forever.

“It is” James spoke sharply in his ear. Aleks just nodded, stopping himself and splitting away, buckling Mishka up to the leash. She paused a bit, tilting her head to the side with her mouth closed, worried. Aleks simply pat her on the head and tried to shove away that irritating tinge of sadness in his heart. It made him angry. Angry at the stillness, how the wind battered him and caused his skin to pucker and tremble. Angry at the collisions in his head about what to do, what to say, what to feel. He needed some time. He needed some space. He needed...

“Aleks, we have to record today”

He stopped for a moment, his back to James. Aleks let out another dry and dark chuckle, rubbing his forehead and letting the leash loosen from his tense grasp.

“Of course we do” He replies coldly, the wind gently brushing his hair.

“Whatever. We’ll manage without you then” James grumbled back. Aleks nodded, something funny closing his throat as he marched onwards, grass crunching under him as Mishka whimpered below.

Without you.

He found himself sussurating that under his breath the more he distanced himself. It made his lips pinch in a smile. He couldn't hear the windchimes, and nothing remained aromatic like before. Aleks thumped along, barely able to feel his own legs. His throat and mouth seemed turgid and slimy, and Aleks felt as if it wasn't even worth breathing in more warm air. That twisted smile buckled under the final whisper.

He twisted the metal knob and opened the door to his bleak and dreary apartment. The lights remained dim and the summery light was shunned away, unbuckling Mishka and allowing her to follow Aleks’ thumping footsteps. He reached his room, to where she sat in front of the door he closed off. He didn't want to eat, drink, look at his phone. Aleks just collapsed into his bed and stilled for a moment.

Without you.

His stomach twisted, a shattered scream pouring from his mouth. He felt all of the rage pooling in his chest soak into the sheets below him. That wrath led to silent and soft breathing, his body staggering to replenish the senses he lost. Aleks calmed himself, the pillow dotted with teardrops before he could roll to his side, exhausted. He tried to think, his body sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress as he did so. Aleks shifted back around in an effort to get comfortable. But just as he did so, a smell sent shivers down his spine.

It was that familiar scent.

His mind snapped to a room that was once dark and silent from the paws scraping against the frame of his wooden door. It was that look. His angry, nocuous gaze. Aleks remembered calling out to him as James turned.

“Don't leave me like this, James!” He remembered laughing, James halting his motion and growling under his breath. He didn't march away. No, he turned and looked back around. He seemed so tired, and Aleks remembered scooching over and patting the empty mattress. James sighed a bit and tudded towards him, taking his place on the bed and splaying his arm across the upper frame of it. He pressed his head ever so gently against the ridge of James’ chest, as if to warn him. He peered down and gave a small, sad smile.

“You… you worry me so much, you know that?” He mumbled as Aleks pressed his head more firmly against him. He remembered feeling himself drift away with a big, dumb grin splitting his cheeks.

“I'm sorry… I don't wanna… worry anybody” Aleks yawned, the gentle thumping of James’ heart lulling him. With a last chuckle, he gave his frame one last squeeze before murmuring something that, now, split him in half

“Especially you”

And then, the room lightened. He was cold and trembling, alone with nothing but the scent of James in his sheets. He gulped, eyes burning and bloodshot. He knew he couldn't get over that smile, those eyes, that fucking smell. No matter how hard he tried, Aleks would be left just like this. So, with a sigh of defeat and pale, shaking fingers…

He reached for the bottle.

#novahd #cow chop

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abhisheksingh098 · 4 years

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None Like Joshua - Phanto Troupe Rap Lyrics

Phantom Troupe Rap | None Like Joshua, Daddyphatsnaps, Rustage, Gameboyjones, more | Hunter x Hunter Rap

Lyrics:- Witness tricks and pick a card I pick kids, and pick apart Their body parts while stiff and hard Pick a target, grip his heart Simpin for a king, well I’m a joker so the fight starts Stickin with the rubber and gum like it’s a fine art Strong opponents come at me and you’ll be gettin clapped dude Bungee gum attached too, you’ll be needin clown shoes I’m bad too, Ilumi-nate my blood lust in a bad mood I could carry all the spiders on my back like tattoos Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead Thunderclap flash, zenny stance aiming at your head Got that dome “gon” like Hisoka aiming for some neck Better reign in every breath I might take it as a threat I might shank you through your shoulder blades To take away your flex Send a message take your lungs away And say it with YOUR chest I’m not the “1” to fuck with Why you think they saved it for the best Don’t get attached to me In fact attaching limbs is one of my specialities No defendinga against these nen strings, Got you hooked, yea you’re no match Even if you do get away I can track you down and pull you back A catch If two thousand mafia fell short What makes you think that you have a chance Killin’ don’t come at me Abs-olutely not You two ain’t got what I got It’s an onslaught To us spiders you’re pot shots You cannot hope to come out of this on top Thief, but bet that I’m a threat Yea number three in the troupe I’ll cut your head off with these threads And make a puppet out of you The dark assassin and I’m packin the pain and faster than Anybody tryin to pass me will be Seein my image after Their death Now your fate’s gone, Feitan making the blade slice Then it’s raining blood, but I got the umbrella to stay dry They’re attackin me but I’ll be packin all the heat And now my Sun exposing anybody dyin like a Shadow Beast A spider burning every ant In the summertime Like the biggest ass magnifying glass that you see Unafraid to wear this all black When I’m too hot Come and battle me Look at my bullet to shoot thots No shades on, another head screwed off When I’ll be Giving every ounce of pain back for keeps Wait who are you again? I guess that I’ll fight you Taking out the trash with these ants, so you might lose Beat you in an arm wrestle? I don’t have to try to Find your weak spots, now you suck more than I do Call me Dirt Devil, die, son, from a Dyson Sucking out your blood like a spider till you dried up Turn you into dust, clean it up cause I have to I’m worse than your mom, when I beat you with a vacuum Monster No Frankenstein I’m just here to take what’s mine Go against the troupe Then I’ll start cracking skulls And breaking spines When I finger blast you I ain’t aiming for your gspot But this gon’ be your time of the month When I have to make you bleed dot Get upon your knees I don’t wanna make em bleed But I’m all about the money I’ve been living in the greed I don’t do refunds Double machine gun Loaded and cocked So don’t give me a reason To mow you down Like tall grass Better fall back I ain’t all cap So you better go Bring in the blinky to mop I’m like a soda They bout to get po Phantom Troupe coming in then we wage war Whether treasure or your life, we gon take more Scared of spiders in yo house, then we raid yours Run on one of us? That’s what a gang’s for Phantom Troupe coming in to control those Who oppose us, Hunters taking low blows Raining down like metors with Chrollo And you know we’re about to steal the whole show Dude’s a beast, fighting dog, bitch Shar Pei They’re food to me, biting of a bit, parfait Mushroom cloud, got ’em soiling, shitake Wild style, fur mink on, style archaic The brute is in It’s Uvogin The cruelest crew of fugitives Dispatching any enemy in seconds Do it super quick Try and reach my level, you might settle for a booster seat Deadin those who cross me like their body’s on a crucifix Y’all are buggin, so I best get to spraying shots like pesticide I put a pest aside if he keep tryna mess with I You catching fists, don’t need no straps to make you catch a round My music hits, I ain’t just talking bout my Cantabile I got bars, that’s my conjurer ability Bonolenov is my name and you ain’t getting rid of me I’m guy who’s known to trigger Trypophobia When I put more holes in ya than any of my people see Scanning through your recollection While I’m loading ammunition Got the truth no contradiction I don’t need your damn permission 6 shots for ya dome no reload I’mma tap ya banks for a repo Down low posted up no joke And I got you in the scope Ask Chrollo, he know Hp to take your hp No matter what the page reads I’m setting my own stage There is no way that you can break me I ain’t afraid to pull, Fire Your situation is dire You seen the legs but I’m the arm of the spider Soon as I copy, most likely I’ll catch a body Turn em to zombies, perfect artist I’m never sloppy Dont be surprised you see the eye I’m always watching Making hard copies like papers in a teacher’s office Never let the left know what the right is doing But in this case, your death is what I’m construing Let my replica reposition your entire condition Bodies in the gallery and you just another addition” He, she, them I don’t really care I just came to represent From the bottom of the pent Tryna rise to the ascent Number five in the fam Number four in the troupe Got a lot of things to prove Skip third I’ll be two My intel tells me that it’ll be true Bend, break, slice, and sever the rules Killua, yes, I am coming for you I don’t do it for the money I don’t do it for the fame Villains steady paper chasing Leave em’ winded Die in vain Veins are struck with confetti When I arrive on the scene Is it a party with voodoo paper dolls Or snake poisoning? Dance! Find a victim I can prick the nape of That does the trick, it’s danger when I Flick the switch it’s game on Bats just need a signal maker Manipulator Puppeteering, pups are tearing up I fit the plug, the current courses Through um Like a river does I played too roughly now my toys are broken There’s noise approaching Not a ghost, this troupe has tropes Of genocidal notion Remote controller, push your buttons Feeling desperation Sorta violent, auto pilot to your final destination It’s another enhancer You don’t wanna see me with the hands sir My street cred there It’s clear, I don’t care I did all my dirt off-camera Hit a lick with the clique We turantulas Hit my line better speak with some manners Could be holding yo kids for ransom One false move Pakunoda will blam em! We the Phantom We don’t fade rookies Seem like I ain’t do shit but hey lookie Y’all seen how I had the primate shooky Smoove turned his ass to a bape hoodie Up in York New City no A Boogie At the auction I’m planning to take goodies Like a bully, these kids try me like they gon kill me, don’t push me Phantom Troupe coming in then we wage war Whether treasure or your life, we gon take more Scared of spiders in yo house, then we raid yours Run on one of us? That’s what a gang’s for Phantom Troupe coming in to control those Who oppose us, Hunters taking low blows Raining down like metors with Chrollo And you know we’re about to steal the whole show Let’s go Stacking these corpses and headstones Thievery done in a Pen stroke Look through my book of abilities Killing you guess i could call it a Death Note Nen pro Fur on my coat that’s the dress code Flesh,bones Leaving you wondering Where did a chunk of your head go? Head of the spiders, Divine in my providence You cannot fight us It’s crime without punishment Riding or die We all frighten the populace Bury these commoners deep No sarcophagus Not even zoldycks can handle me When my flow starts The phantom troupe will bring a requiem Like mozart

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i will watch you fade in, you will watch me fade out

“Aymeric.” Liadan had caught up with the commander in one of his rather rare moments walking Foundation alone, the mail of her drachen armor clicking against itself with the pace at which she walked. Strong, swift, confidently. Aymeric had noticed all those things from the moment she had first appeared in his sight, and every day he was still put in his place by the sheer power of her presence.

“Liadan.” A warm smile graced his lips, one that always seemed to find his face when she was around. Liadan returned the smile, but not in the same warmth. It was rather sullen and distressed in a way that which he could never understand, except perhaps Estinien. Their bond was something he was keenly jealous of, and while he did best to not let it consume him and make him spiteful towards his friend, he understood that Estinien and the Warrior of Light had peculiar experiences together that brought them closer than he would know.

“I wanted to provide you an answer to your question from the other night.” The Au Ra swung herself into his path, forcing him to stop. He was interested, particularly so, and yet he was also afraid for the answer. This unique individual was used to the harshness of the battlefield, the wrought of power from primals and the investment in her own life from that of a great wyrm. He had been hoping for an answer akin to retiring in Ishgard for him to see as much as he could, for his doting would always land upon this great person.

And yet he saw the looming shadow from afar of a notable Elezen, whose lance unmistakable. Aymeric had a lingering feeling that she had not told him of their conversation, and that her answer would be a surprise to both the audience and the eavesdropper.

“Please continue.” The Lord Commander was reluctant to hear it, but he would, for his care was immense.

“I want to be bested for once, to be humiliated or brought to my death.” Liadan didn’t exactly pause to let him take in her death wish, since that’s what she wanted to do with herself. “I’d rather die at the power of a god than to ever live a life of comfort, for that is my nature, and a quiet life will never suit me well. To retire to a lavish home and turn my back away from what I am would be against my own being, and death is an honorable reward for the ultimate sacrifice, in this struggle against darkness.” The Azure Dragoon was not jesting in any of the lightest sense, her silver eyes boring into his soul. Aymeric was not the most difficult to read, and she see the plain fear and horror in his reaction to her words. Beyond his height she saw the subtle shift of Estinien and could nearly sense his grunt of rejection to her nature.

But she was not one to deny who she was, and thus would be the way she would eventually end.

i know you dont get chance to take a break this often

Though she was resentful towards the Scions and those who had dragged her through slaughtering of primals and cleaning up everyone else’s messes, this had been the one moment where she was proud. It had been the most painful, but not in the way that wounds hurt. To hear Estinien request that she put her lance through him, to end the control that Nidhogg had, it hurt far worse than anything she had ever endured.

She was not tearful, though. No, she jarred up that fear and pain and tucked it away into the dark recesses of her mind. It would come back to haunt her one day, but for now, she was glad that her strength had proven useful in the restoration of her partner.

Liadan pushed Alphinaud and Aymeric out. She wanted her own time with the dragoon, one that wasn’t crowded with a boy crying and a man whose awed stare in her direction felt a little too obvious. She had plenty of words for the silver-haired elf, ones that she only wanted him to hear.

“You are an insolent, insufferable idiot.” The Warrior of Light interrupted him the moment she heard him draw a breath, and the way he stilled told her that she had his utmost attention. The woman looked at him finally, her carefully arched eyebrows drawn tight in upset. “I would have rather been killed my Thordan if it meant that you would not have become consumed and suppressed by the sheer force of Nidhogg’s vengeance alone. I would prefer my head on a spike than to ever relive that again.” Her voice did not shake like Alphinaud’s would, nor did she ever betray her own desperation. Though he could hardly remember the moments thereafter from the eyes being ripped from his mail, he could feel the seemingly life-giving force of her presence, the way she had cradled his limp body against whatever last force of Nidhogg existed until he had scattered among the Sea of Clouds.

And he knew that though she insulted him in the way she did, and lashed her hot anger at his heart, these past few weeks had become an ultimate scare for the Warrior of Light. Underneath all that rage and grief and thirst for blood that Nidhogg’s shade was, he had been screaming. He hated to see the hurt and fear on her face in Azys Lla when the shade overtook, felt it cut deep into the layers he had built over time. And he wished he was stronger. He wished he had been strong enough to pull out of this, just to see that she would never have to go through that.

Liadan had fallen quiet, her intense gaze locked with his. Her horns were now adorned with new rings, he had noticed, the bright silver and lapis lazuli of Ishgard reflecting in the stones and small chains that dangled. Her scales that crawled up her neck were still as dark and vibrant as ever, her pale skin flush with the passion of her few words. Estinien noticed all these things, only because he couldn’t help it.

He knew he had hurt her, and he was aware that the wound will mend, but he wanted nothing more than to have her faith in him returned and to feel her blood sing to him again.

With the bit of strength he had regained, Estinien reached out, the same way he did when she was grieving Haurchefant’s death. She obliged, her fingers winding their way around his. The woman watched as he brought her knuckles to his lips, the faintest of kisses, and a reaffirmation of the bond she had feared she lost.

“I... I never lost sight of you, my Azure Dragoon.” He was the worst at expressing himself, though he could not just show her what he meant lest he faint from exertion. “If you had perished from the shade, then I would have let Nidhogg consume me completely. I do not think I could continue on with myself, knowing that I ultimately killed you.” And it was hard for him to admit that, in his most vulnerable state. They were not ones for words, though. Not in the way that the others showered her with affection and groveling at her successes. He hoped, through this seemingly paranormal bond between the two Azure Dragoons, that she felt his intentions and the way his heart sang for hers.

“Then let us not make this a habit.” She warned him as though she was going to put his life into danger, and he didn’t exactly take it as a joke. The way her grip tightened on his hand told him that his words had struck home, even though she was a stone wall in the face of adversity. On the inside, the Warrior of Light felt such great relief to know that Nidhogg did not sever what was there between them.

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inkstainedfanfics · 7 years

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Almost Easy

Summary: Reader needs to find a person that’s particularly good at hiding. Newt needs someone to clean up the messes his thugs leave behind as he searches for answers about his brother’s death. A self-proclaimed pyromaniac and a gang leader may just find allies in one another as they work to exact revenge on the ones that wronged them.

Word Count: 3,854

Pairing: Newt x Reader (not romantic)

Tagging @dont-give-a-bother and @sonuvawitch

Any comments/opinions on this piece, positive or negative, are welcome and encouraged

Fire crackles around you as the blood-splattered curtains turn into ash. The rug disappears as well, fading quickly into a pile of dust, next to the smoldering remains of the desk you’d chosen to burn first. It’d been beautiful, an obvious work of carpentry not many could accomplish.

Precisely why you’d decided it needed to go the second you walked in the room.

Avery raises an eyebrow, arms crossed where he stands in the doorway. “Are you gonna burn with all of this?”

You ignore the question, wiping at the sweat beading up on your forehead. “You placed the bomb?”

“You doubt me?”

Glancing at him sharply, you shake your head. “Answer the question or don’t. Leave the smart comments outside.” You’re on a mission, for Merlin’s sake.

Avery whistles, a low sound. “Forgot that you get touchy once you get the flames going.”

You glare at him as flames hit the lighter fluid you tossed in the corner and erupt.

“Did you or didn’t you?”

“Did.”

“In the vault?”

“Just outside of it, actually. Boss had bad information. We’ll get a bigger explosion where I set it.”

You watch him, wary. “You’re certain?”

Avery’s eyes flash, and he straightens, responding to your offhanded challenge. “When am I not right? You’ve got your expertise, I’ve got mine.”

The flames from the rug lick at your boots now, and their heat burns your calves. “Then I suppose we should get out of here. Decker’s got the car?”

Avery relaxes, slipping the bag he’s been carrying from his shoulder and tossing it to you. “Course she does. I swear she likes that more than the torture.”

You catch the bag and roll your eyes. “We don’t torture them.”

He grins, a wicked sight as the scar that runs over his lips and down his chin stretches with it. “If that helps you sleep, be my guest. Call it interrogation.”

The black ski-mask, a guard against anyone identifying you sneaking out, captures the heat filling the room, holding it against your cheeks and nose, but you slide the rough fabric over your face. “We gather information for Mr. Scamander, that’s all.” The words are sharp, meant to convince Avery that no, you don’t want to discuss the parts of this job that result in corpses and bloody knives.

But Avery’s an arrogant asshole. “But how? Think they like our methods? Think they wish we kept them alive just a little longer so we could-“

“Let’s go.” You say, shoving the bag against his chest as you stomp past him. You don’t want to think about the countless bodies left in your wake today, the bodies that won’t be returned to their families, not after Avery’s job works. You were hired on to burn evidence. That’s all.

“Ah come on,” he says, following you down the ornate staircase, “you’re Scamander’s pet. Surely you don’t mind a bit of death.”

“I don’t kill people.”

“And the security guard?”

You blink back the image of the stocky man, his hand trembling as he held the revolver, pointing it at your temple. “I had no choice.” You growl through clenched teeth.

“Stunning curse?”

“Mr. Scamander said no curses. Not today.”

“You’re the one destroying the evidence. He’d never know.”

“The man would be alive.” You snap. “He’d be alive as everything burned around him.”

Avery scoffs, feet pounding against the steps. “Don’t tell me you’re really that soft-hearted.”

You land on the ground floor, panting, wishing the flames were around you again so you could send them spiraling toward Avery. A nip, that’s all he needs, a small bite from the flames and he’ll watch what he’s saying to you.

Drawing your wand, you turn around.

Avery throws his hands up, sly grin returning to his face. “You wouldn’t really shoot the one guy that’s on your side here, would you?”

“Move or go up in flames with the staircase.” You let a beat pass before returning his wicked smile. “Your choice.”

His grin widens. “I knew you had a sadistic bone in there somewhere.” Then he bounds down the final few steps, landing next to you. The stench of his cologne suffocates you, ruins the moment as you cast incendio and watch the lighter fluid spread down the railings and the sides of the steps explode into flames.

Avery whistles again, and you have to resist the urge to hit him for it. How hard is it to shut up?

Far off in the New York streets, firetruck alarms blare. The trucks must be bumbling toward you. Slow. They’re always too slow.

“How much time do we have?”

Avery glances at his watch. Leather. Shiny face. Thick, black numbers. You don’t want to know where a goon like him got it from.

“Two minutes if you did everything right. Ten if you didn’t.”

His jab passes you as you watch the brilliant red and orange fill the hallway. The heat’s back, boiling you alive, and you feel a swell in your chest as it all begins to crumble with cracks and pops and snaps.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Avery turns with you, reaching for the door handle. “Decker’s got the car in an alley five blocks away. We hoof it. Keep your head down. Flatfoots are probably on the way. Don’t get caught.”

You nod, giving the flames a final glance before letting Avery lead you to the front. He’s serious now, all guises of being goofy and carefree disappearing as he scans the area outside.

“It’s clear for now. Hurry.”

You can’t help but admire this side of him. It’s these times, when he takes the lead in your small group of three, that you understand why Mr. Scamander hired him. He’s professional, respectable, and an asset anyone in this career would be lucky to have.

You rush to keep up with his stride as the moonlight bounces off the two of you. He’s a giant, dwarfing anyone and anything nearby, and you struggle to stay by his side. Hurry. An easy command for him.

Two blocks away from the building, you both tear off your masks, casting a quick spell to transform your dark pantsuits into more respectable clothing: him into a three piece suit and you into your own flapper dress, complete with a headband dripping with rhinestones and glittering jewels. Avery tugs his fedora low over his eyes.

You manage another block, half running as the watch ticks away the time remaining. The flames will be near the bomb now. You can almost picture the glowing reds that are eating away the beautiful woodwork inside, almost smell the smoke that’s clouding the ceiling, almost hear the cracks of breaking wood and burning bookshelves. You fight the urge to go back, to watch everything happen, reminding yourself that Mr. Scamander needs you.

Avery’s voice knocks you from your thoughts.

“Grab my arm. We’ve got flatfoots just around the bend.”

“So draw your wand.”

“Merlin’s sake.” He mutters before grabbing your hand. “Just try to pretend you’re in love with me.”

“Excuse me?” You hiss, but have no chance to let him elaborate when a voice stops you.

Two officers step out of a shadowed alleyway, hands on their belts. One’s older, obvious by the way he walks toward you with a raised chin and ramrod straight back. Experienced. Or, at least, he believes he is. His badge glints in the moonlight. His partner, a younger man, steps forward, but stops at the first officer’s hand.

“Pretty late to be walking around, isn’t it, folks?” The first officer asks, his gravelly voice a grating sound in the silence of the night.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I think it’s a lovely night. You don’t agree?”

Your eyes slide to Avery’s watch. Half a minute until the building explodes. He just needs to stall until then.

There doesn’t need to be another death.

“I don’t know.” The first officer continues. “Pretty cold out for your woman to just wear that isn’t it?”

You bristle at that comment, but Avery squeezes your hand tight. So tight you nearly yelp.

Another command.

“Sure, sure. The whiskey’s keeping her warm enough for now, but I’m trying to get her home quick as I can. Be easier if I weren’t stopped unjustly.” There’s a layer in his voice, a warning the cop seems to pick up on.

The older cop sizes Avery up. “Don’t know what you mean by unjustly.”

Avery grins, and you can see the malice beneath it as his hand drifts in his pocket. “Me and my wife are just trying to get home, sir. You going to let us?”

Fifteen seconds.

“Why don’t you step away from the lady, sir.”

“What for?”

Ten seconds.

“Just want to talk to the both of you.”

“We’re perfectly fine, sir.”

Five seconds.

The cop’s hand lands on his gun. It’s tiny, but threatening enough to cause harm if he draws it. You squeeze your eyes shut. Not again.

Three seconds.

“Wrong choice.” Avery says between gritted teeth.

The gunshot’s boom melts in the sudden chaos, overshadowed by the loud rupture of the building behind you.

A part of you is disappointed. You missed it, the initial spillage of flames and fire and concrete into the quiet street, missed seeing the very fire you began end. Another part of you is disgusted. The officer stumbles around pathetically, hand clenched around his throat, mouth opening and closing and opening again like the fish you caught years ago while fishing with your best friend. The final part of you is thrilled as you fall forward, only missing the ground thanks to Avery’s strong grip.

He shoves you forward, gaining his balance sooner than the younger officer who’s struggling to draw his gun.

“Run to Decker and stay the hell out of trouble. I’ll take care of this.”

“Mr. Scamander says to stay together.”

Avery growls. Honest to Merlin growls, eyes burning with anger. “Get the hell out of here before I kill you myself. I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Hell no, Avery. More are coming. You’ll be dead.”

Avery’s lip curls into a snarl. “Go before I make you.”

He says something more, eyes wild, but you don’t hear it. The officer’s drawn his gun, lined it up with Avery’s head, and his finger’s moving toward the trigger.

You leap forward, thinking of nothing but Avery’s unmoving body. There’s been enough death. He won’t fall, too.

The officer is light, thank Merlin, and your hit knocks him off balance. The gunshot bursts, a sharp pop in your ear. Avery’s voice follows quickly, muted, screaming your name as you roll across the ground with the officer.

The officer’s screaming himself, a wordless scream meant only to convey his terror as he scrambles to right himself, the gun still in his hand. Grabbing his wrists, you keep the gun pointed away.

He shoves a foot in your gut, hard, and the air rushes from your chest as your supper threatens to reappear. You curl into a ball, grabbing your stomach, releasing his hands.

Then the gun’s pointed at your head, a swinging silver glint, and you squeeze your eyes shut, ready for it all to end.

Then it’s gone, the bullet erupting out of the gun scraping the inside of your elbow, leaving a streak of burning flames on your skin.

You gulp in breaths, unable to scream, unable to move, unable to even think as you try to refill your lungs.

Somewhere nearby, Avery scuffles with the officer, feet pound toward you, and alarms blare. Still, you remain on the ground, convulsing as you finally manage a full breath.

The bag. You need the bag.

Drawing your wand, you cast accio, charming the lighter fluid hidden somewhere in there. The muggle officer’s too caught up in his fight with Avery, and the others, the ones a block away now, won’t live long enough to remember the magic.

You take a deep breath when the bottle hits your hand. Death. So much death.

Shutting your eyes, you picture your best friend, his face, and nod once to yourself. If the officer’s won’t let you go, they’ll have to die. You have a date with revenge soon, and nothing’s going to stop you.

Yanking the cap off with your shaking hand, you splash it everywhere around you, careful to be sure it misses your clothes, leaving a small circle of dry cement around you. A plan. You need a plan.

Avery struggles with the officer, moving around his back, grabbing his chin and forehead.

Your stomach turns as the man realizes what’s happening at the same time as you.

As you watch the scene unfold, helpless, you smell smoke for a moment, a curl of it, feel it burn your nose, though there’s no smoke around, not for two blocks.

Then Avery’s hands twist and it’s over with, and you’re safe except for the officers that are only a half block away now, their feet so close to landing in lighter fluid.

“Avery, over here, now!” You shout, eyes focusing only on Avery’s scar, his dark eyes, the way his stubble doesn’t grow in one spot on his neck. Anything but the glassy-eyed man at his feet.

Avery dashes to your side, kneeling next to you. “You okay?”

No time for pleasantries. “My matches. Grab one, light it, and toss it.”

“What?”

“Just do it.” You grab at your elbow, squeezing your eyes shut. It bites more than you would’ve imagined.

The officers are in the puddle of lighter fluid now, raising their guns.

“Avery, do something quickly for the first time in your miserable life.”

The match flares in his hand. “You’re so impatient.” He mutters it like it’s a joke, but you can see the terror in his eyes. He doesn’t want to go down, not like this.

You let go of your wound, hand coated in blood now, and grab his white shirt. “Grab me.” You say as the match soars to the ground.

A shame, you think, that you don’t get to see the flames erupt around you, don’t get to feel their heat, but Avery has both arms around your waist and you’re apparating, squeezed through a rubber tube. For a moment, you can see five nails, manicured, painted a light pink, then you’re falling on your face right next to Avery.

Merlin, you hate apparition.

You land in a heap on the ground of Mr. Scamander’s office. Rolling onto your back, you hiss out a curse and grab your arm again. Avery’s next to you, unmoving, just cussing as filthily as he can, staring up at the ceiling.

“Why the hell,” he finally says, “didn’t you listen?”

You gulp in a deep breath of the room’s smoky air, grateful for the chance to actually breathe. “He was about to kill you.”

“I had it under control.”

“Fine, I’ll just let him shoot you in the head next time. Would that be better?” You snap, turning your head to glare at Avery.

He props himself up on an elbow, rolling his eyes. “You’re crazy.”

“And you’re an idiot.” Damn it, your arm hurts.

Avery reaches out, grabbing your hand and dragging it away from the wound. “It’s shallow.”

“I know. That’s doesn’t mean it doesn’t burn.”

Avery’s eyes light up, anger fading fast. “You’re the fire girl. You should enjoy the burn.”

“Shut up and just help me.” You take another deep breath, reveling in the scent of cigars permanently absorbed in the room. It’s a soothing scent, a familiar one you learned to enjoy when you began working with Mr. Scamander the previous year.

“Oh, come on, you saying you didn’t mean to make that pun?”

His anger’s completely gone now, and you’re grateful for it. He can be a real jackass, but when it comes down to it, Avery’s not the worst man you’ve met. “Just fix it, please.”

He chuckles, reaching for his wand.

A familiar voice interrupts any chance of getting comfortable. “Any information?”

Avery blinks as the wound finishes knitting itself back together, then scrambles to his feet, giant body casting a shadow over you. His eye’s bruised and his lip’s bleeding, but he seems no worse for the wear otherwise. Lucky bastard. “None, sir. They were a decoy, just like the other leads.”

Mr. Scamander, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, mustard vest half-buttoned, crosses the room, stepping behind the huge oak desk that fills the center of the room. “Not a thing? You’re sure? Not a mention of the senators, the concilmen?”

His footsteps clack against the wooden floor past the rug, and you notice his boots are untied. He just woke.

“They were just grifters, sir. Swear it.”

It’s unnerving, the silence that follows those words. Undoubtedly, Mr. Scamander’s disappointed, angry, ready to track down the informants that gave false information, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t scowl, doesn’t do anything but reach for one of the desk’s drawer.

He’s the epitome of calm, and it makes you wish you’d stood when Avery did. “You checked everything?”

“Every nook and cranny, sir.”

“Yes, well, I suppose you can’t expect news of your dead brother from a group of criminals, can you?” His lips twitch up as though he’s made a joke, but neither you nor Avery react. His icy gaze sweeps to where you lie on the ground a moment later. “And you destroyed it all?”

You shove yourself to your feet, ignoring the ache of your muscles, taking Avery’s hand. For a second, it’s callused, rough, as though the hand of an old friend you once knew, and his face morphs, too, and you almost shout. Almost. But then it’s over with and it’s normal and Mr. Scamander’s staring at you, so you wipe your hands on the front of your ruined dress and open your mouth. “I did, Mr. Scamander, sir.”

He nods. “Good.” He takes a box of cigars from the drawer. “Avery, Decker’s downstairs. She has a hostage. I’m certain she’d appreciate your help bringing him up here.”

“Right away, sir.” Avery gives you a glance, but turns away, yanking open the heavy office doors.

They shut with a click, leaving you and your boss alone.

It’s silent for a moment before Mr. Scamander speaks, eyes darting up to you. “How are you?”

“Sorry?”

He jerks his chin toward your bloody hand. “That’s yours?”

You raise it, staring at the amount of red covering it, relieved you can answer him truthfully. “Yeah.”

“This line of work isn’t easy.” He fidgets with the box in his hand, “If you’d prefer to leave, I would understand.”

Despite the exhaustion slowly creeping in as your adrenaline fades, you stiffen at the comment. “All due respect, sir, but you never offer Avery a way out, and I’m just as capable as he is.”

Mr. Scamander smiles at this, the corners of his lips moving up, the wrinkles around his eyes revealing just how tired he is. “Avery’s been here too long to leave.”

You stare at him, trying to read what he’s thinking as he lights the cigar. Avery’s only worked with him for six more months than you. Sure, he’s been here since Mr. Scamander became a true contender in the underworld, but he’s not any more important to the operation than you are.

“Avery’s as new as me.”

Mr. Scamander shakes his head. “He’s done this his whole life. You haven’t, have you? You had a life before joining me, didn’t you?”

You stiffen as he lifts the cigar to his lips. “I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Or how he could know, not when you’ve kept it buried so deep under lies and half-truths that even you wonder if you’ll forget.

But no, that’s impossible. Every moment of that damned night is inescapable, the scars carved deep in your mind. You won’t forget.

That doesn’t mean Mr. Scamander needs to know.

Mr. Scamander watches you. “Perhaps it isn’t.” He murmurs. “But it’s important for you to consider. Why are you here?”

You mean to answer, but the scars, they’re throbbing, and you can’t block it out, not after a mission, not when you’re so tired.

The smell of the smoke’s going to your head, making you dizzy, and you swear the wound’s splitting open on your arm again as you sway back and forth, memories flashing in your vision. You can hear the screams again, see the smoke curling its way to the black sky.

Destruction.

Mr. Scamander’s in front of you suddenly, hands gripping your shoulders, holding you up. “Are you all right?”

You try to nod, to say something, but your words are gone and your tongue’s too heavy to move, to form the necessary motions to say what you need. His smell, the cigar, it makes it worse, and you can’t shake it out of your head as he drapes your arm around his shoulder, taking you somewhere.

You stumble forward, eyes shut but still seeing.

Dark blood under five manicured nails, screams tearing from somewhere far away that you can’t make out no matter how much you squint, acrid smoke burning your nose, rough hands under your arms, dragging you forward, whispering words of comfort in your ears, trying to block out the sounds of death.

“Merlin, make it stop.” You mutter, wishing you could go back, change it all, make sure it never happens. Then you’d be okay. Then you’d be at home with your family and friends and pets, not here, not next to the biggest gang lord in New York, so close you can count the scars on his hands.

Mr. Scamander’s saying your name, setting you down on something soft, something fluffy, and then he’s rubbing circles on your back.

You blink again, a scream building in your throat, but then it’s all gone. Vanishes as quickly as it comes.

Mr. Scamander peers at you, concern clear on his face, the scar over his eyebrow pulled down with his frown. “You’re not okay.”

You shrug. “It’s nothing.”

You can hardly keep your eyes open, exhaustion crawling through your veins, tugging you down onto the bed Mr. Scamander set you on. Sleep. That will keep it all away. That will it tuck it back into the out of mind place it belongs for now.

“Why are you here?” He whispers, half a question for you, half a question he says to puzzle out himself.

“You led me here.” You murmur, hoping the joke will get him to leave you be. Goosebumps not from chills but from fear cover your arms, obvious to Mr. Scamander thanks to your silver dress.

His jaw clenches. Wrong answer. “You offered to help me. Why?”

You force your eyelids to open, peering up at Mr. Scamander’s worried face.

You’ve never told him or Decker or even Avery. It’s your secret.

You swallow, a final face flashing before your eyes.

You smile lightly, more cheeky than honest. “I have someone to track down, and you’re going to help me.”

#newt scamander #newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander imagine #evil!newt #fbawtft #finally done #I hope it's not horrible #it took so long like eight hours yikes #and I actually edited this one a bit lol #so I hope you guys like it #but if it was the worst thing you've ever read #please do tell me #I don't want to write a series that sucks #because I have it planned on what'll happen #but I don't want to bother people #Newt will definitely be more involved in future chapters obviously lol #gotta show some Evil!newt bc I live for it rn #I hope you two don't mind me tagging you #I noticed earlier you said you'd be interested in seeing Evil NEwt #anyway this is me rambling bc I'm nervous haha #I haven't even slept #I've been living on chex and water as I wrote #and my playlist for this series lol #anyway #have an amazing day everyone!

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More fluff?? Ur writing is so good! (U don't have to if you dont want to, you don't even have to post this) I hope u have a really cool day

(aaaA thank u u r so kind !!! n srry ths took so long ;w;)

Link pressed into Sidon’s warm embrace, shifting to rest his lips against his shoulder. Sidon tightened his arm around Link, pulling him closer so he could press a kiss into his mused hair. Link smiled, heart buzzing happily in his chest. He moved his hand to caress the sharp edge of Sidon’s jaw and rested his head on his strong chest, eyes turned up to watch the clouds drift lazily above them.

Sidon had suggested a picnic for lunch. He’d become restless staying at home, what with how unusually pleasant a day it was, and Link was more than willing to oblige. He’d helped Sidon make and pack sandwiches into an old fashioned wicker basket and had carried the armfuls of blankets they’d brought to their favorite spot: beneath a limber, sprawling willow tree just a couple hundred feet from a gently sloping knoll. The two had eaten quickly and had since gotten themselves tangled in each other’s limbs, lounging back on their blankets and basking in the day’s gentle warmth. Link had become fascinated with the clouds above, big, puffy, bright white things that cast billowing shadows across the ground. Sidon was content to simply watch him.

Link’s bright cerulean eyes were trained on the sky, branch-dappled sunlight spilling across his face and highlighting parts of his irises like they were shimmering jewels. From the angle he was watching, Sidon could see his dark, full eyelashes, long and curling forward to nearly brush the gentle curve of his cheeks. He watched Link blink slowly a handful of times, eyelids obscuring more and more of his shining eyes each time, before he finally let them fall shut. He shifted almost imperceptibly, moving to press his cheek to Sidon’s chest. Within a few moments he was motionless, his slight chest steadily and gingerly swelling and falling as he slumbered. Sidon lifted a hand and brushed the hair from his eyes. He liked seeing Link like this, calm and lax enough to sleep. He was usually so wound up around him, either nearly manic and endlessly restless and singing bountiful praise of him or whipped into an anxious, trembling, ashamed mess, unable to look him in the eye or say anything but “I’m sorry” and “I love you.” Sidon knew it was always because of him, because of Link’s incessant delusion that Sidon was somehow so much better than him, godlike almost, and the insatiable desire of his to please Sidon any way possible. It hurt him, almost, to see Link go to such lengths to make sure he was always happy, always relaxed, always satisfied, with almost no concern for himself or his wellbeing or what he wanted. Sometimes Sidon wanted to grab Link by the shoulders and tell him, “You matter too! I care about you, and I want you to as well!” Although within himself he knew it wasn’t that simple. It was a fundamental part of who he was that was defected, that had absorbed the idea of pleasing him at any cost and refused to let it go; it was a piece of him he could never hope to fix on his own or through his own sheer will.

But Link’s clinginess wasn’t all bad or worrying. There were times when he was calmer, less likely to whip himself into a frenzy of self deprecative putdowns, when all he seemed to care about was being as physically close to Sidon as he possibly could; when he was wholly content with doing nothing more than cuddling, showering whatever parts of him he could reach in ginger touches and syrupy kisses, seeming to melt like a candle in the firm warmth of Sidon’s embrace; when the deep grooves of worry that usually marred his precious face smoothed and disappeared, suddenly making him look years younger and happier and fresher; when his slight form nestled into the curves and juts of Sidon’s and he could feel the lovesick vitality and life humming through him, bright and bubbling and billowing; when the half melted, hazy and sated smile he adopted every time Sidon caressed his face or brushed his lips against his skin or murmured sweet nothings into his blushing ears spread across his soft mouth and wavered giddily under the radiantly warm affection he poured over him. Although by far, Sidon loved it most when Link fell asleep, mellowed and relaxed enough to let his eyes flutter shut by the ginger musing and tousling of his hair by Sidon or the sweet melodies he hummed in his ear. This was when he looked his freshest, his youngest, his most innocent, brow unfurrowed by the absence of the nightmares he so often suffered, hands curled loose and open by his face in sharp contrast to the tight, anxious fists he held almost constantly when he was awake. The self destructively selfless part of him was dormant. He was blissfully, selfishly at peace when he slept.

Sidon gently caressed Link’s cheek, fingers just barely ghosting along the curve of his jaw. Link shifted slowly, grasping at Sidon’s shirt and groaning softly before peeling open a sleepy red eye to peer up at Sidon. His gaze at once lit up and softened lovingly as Sidon’s face came into focus. He stretched a bit, wrenching open his mouth to yawn cutely before offering Sidon a small, warm smile.

“Did you have a nice nap?” Sidon teased playfully.

Link wrinkled his nose groggily; letting his eye fall shut again and rubbing his cheek against Sidon’s shirt, twisting his head a bit to press his lips to his firm chest. He turned his head to the side, pressing his ear to the left side of his chest, listening to the confident, steady thrumming of his reverent heart. He flattened his hand on the opposite side of his chest, his own heart swelled with adoration.

“Darling.”

Link perked up instantly, lifting his head to gaze up at Sidon. He remained soft, pliant in his grasp as Sidon curled a finger beneath his chin and gently coaxed him forward, bringing his lips to meet his. Link closed his eyes as they kissed, hot whirlwind electricity whipped through him and setting his skin ablaze with tingles and goosebumps. He remained a malleable thing in Sidon’s arms as he was gingerly lifted and placed on the ground, biting his lip when the kiss was briefly broken. Sidon, strong and firm and godly, draped his blissful weight over Link, bearing down to catch his lips in another chaste kiss. Link shifted beneath him, every inch of him humming with warm excitement. He loved this man. He loved every inch, every cell, every atom of his being with every depth of his existence. He was so good, so kind, so purely and wholly benevolent it made Link’s head spin. How he claimed to love Link back was a mystery to him. Someone this good, this holy, deserved someone equally so. Not some rotting, wretched cur like Link.

Sidon brought Link’s spinning mind back down to Earth, bracing his hand against one cheek as he brushed his lips over the other. Link shivered, sliding an arm around Sidon’s shoulders. A soft giggle escaped his lips as Sidon kissed down to his neck, ghosting his lips over and blowing air at the ticklish stretch of skin beneath his ear. Sidon pressed kiss after kiss along the curve of his neck, all chaste and affectionate, never hard or hungry enough to arouse Link. Link let his eyes flutter shut, a contented hum rumbling low in his throat. When he opened them again, Sidon was staring down at him, molten gold eyes burning warmly. Locks of his mahogany hair that had escaped the intricate braid down his back hung around them like curtains, blocking them from the rest of the world. He held the curve of Link’s jaw, thumb thoughtfully petting at his cheek, and leaned down to kiss him, soft and sweet and gentle in all the right ways, enough so to make Link’s cheeks warm and redden the way they had the first time they kissed.

“I love you,” Sidon breathed, still so close his lips nearly brushed Link’s again as he spoke.

Link was too lovestruck and dazed to speak, but his hands were presently trapped; he couldn’t sign either. Instead, he gingerly curled his fingers in the wispy hairs at the nape of Sidon’s neck and leaned up to press his lips against his.

Sidon would know what he meant.

#asks #siddie writes shit #siddie writes long shit #gay #d.p.d.

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Friendships Can’t Last Forever

Request: "Hey I'm a big fan of your blog! If requests are open I'm hoping that if you don't mind you could do a x reader based on the song cold by maroon five? Like the reader is jealous of Leta and Newts relationship and ruins her relationship with Newt by accident? Just really angsty stuff please ^_^"

Word Count: 2,056

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories and @dont-give-a-bother

The first time you notice that creeping feeling nagging at your thoughts, you’re walking through the towering Hogwarts hallways. Other students pass by, gossiping and complaining and filling the way with other conversations that you ignore in favor of Newt’s own goofy jokes and interesting facts. His hair hangs in his face and he presses his books against his chest, knuckles white around the worn spines of his herbology textbooks. The glasses you love slip down his nose, but he doesn’t bother to adjust them as he looks at you, lips thinned in a nervous expression.

“I, erm, I was wondering if you would be fine with postponing our study time tonight.”

You frown. “You were going to help me with that potions essay.”

Newt swallows, looking at the stones under his feet as he continues forward. “Leta needs me for an emergency.” He doesn’t let you reply before launching into a further explanation. “I wouldn’t cancel if it weren’t important, but she swears up and down it is, and I don’t want her to deal with it on her own.”

He rambles on as the shadow of that nagging fear tugs at your thoughts. You feel odd, weird, like you ate something bad and it’s only just now catching up with you.

Considering yourself ridiculous, you shake the feeling off. Newt loves you. You may just be friends, but you’re best friends. He would never ruin your friendship for someone he has known only for a year.

“Newt,” you interrupt teasingly, “I think I can get through one night without seeing you. Might be a bit of a relief, actually.”

The wrinkles in his forehead smooth out as he laughs at your joke. “Glad I can make your day so easily.”

You continue talking all the way to herbology, that feeling of discomfort poking at you when Newt starts to discuss Leta’s thoughts on magical creatures.

You shove it away and try to focus on the way Newt looks at you.

The second time you feel that pestering discomfort, you’re sitting in the Great Hall, scooping yourself a plateful of your favorite dessert. Other students take up a few spots and some others wander in, but not enough to require you to set a plate of food next to you to claim the spot for Newt. Most Hogwarts students have eaten by now and, you assume, are upstairs studying in preparation for the winter exams that are quickly approaching. You yourself have a stack of books at your elbow that you long since you read through and studied. Sans Newt, for some reason you’re sure he’ll be able to explain away. Your weekly study date isn’t anything worth worrying over. In the past two years you’ve been doing it, he has never been late, but you’re certain it’s for a good reason today. He would never be late otherwise.

You’re not even angry that he’s an hour and five minutes late. Sure, you should be, and you are a little irked, but it’s not the longest you’ve waited for him somewhere, especially not when a new creature arrives, so you just eat your dessert and let your mind wander.

Until you see someone start to enter the Great Hall, smile broken open on their face, hands clutching books to their chest, and a dark-haired girl touching their shoulder.

You clench your jaw at the sight as that distressing voice bubbles back up into your thoughts again. You smash it down, tell yourself he must have a valid reason for being this late. It can’t be just because of Leta; they probably just ran into each other when he was on his way over.

You force a smile to your face as you set your fork down, suddenly not hungry.

Newt spots you when you wave and rushes over, freckles lost in a wave of red. “Terribly sorry. Leta and I were just discussing the merits of interacting with the mermaids in the lake. She has some fascinating ideas regarding interspecies communication.”

You push your plate away, stomach rolling. “So you were with her this entire time?”

He bites his lip, face screwing up into a worried expression. “I know I’m a bit late.”

You shake your head. “A bit?”

He ducks his head, fingers reaching up to push his glasses up his nose. “I’m sorry.”

You watch him stare at his empty plate, shame filling his features, and sigh, trying to shove away your uneasiness. “It’s fine, Newt. Just let me know next time, okay?”

“I’ll make this up to you.”

You smile at him. “You already owe me so much. I’m going to start collecting soon.”

He grins and returns some playful teasing, but you can’t crush the weird feeling that dims your smiles and dampens your humor.

The fifth time comes during an argument in front of the Black Lake. A bitter wind breezes through the grassy lawn your books lay abandoned in. Grey clouds mask the sky, threatening a violent storm. You and Newt don’t bother noticing, though, as you stand toe to toe, neither yelling, just exchanging subtle jabs that sting.

“Why do you just get to abandon me for her, Newt? How in Merlin’s name do you think that’s right?”

“Most of my time is spent with you.” He says it so calmly, it infuriates you. How does he not care that he cares more for her than you?

“You’ve spent the last three weeks with her, watching that damned creature grow an inch.”

His face reddens. “Cecilia’s not a ‘damned creature’, and I don’t see what you’re going on about. Am I not allowed to have other friends?”

“You are, but…” You trail off, waving your hands.

“But not her?” He finishes, words clipped.

You sigh. “Exactly.”

Newt searches your face with his green eyes, completely still otherwise.

You don’t back away from his look, don’t apologize even though an apology lands on the tip of your tongue. What are you supposed to think, after all, when he walks to Hogsmeade with her instead of with you? That’s supposed to be your tradition. And what are you supposed to think when he always has a far off look in his eyes? You straighten your back and jut your chin out when you remember the softness that used to fill his gaze when he looked at you. Now, you’re lucky if you get a genuine smile let alone his full attention. And what else should you do when he ruins your plans just because she’s out there crying over some ridiculous situation?

Ignore his obvious preference for her over you?

The thought stops you cold. You swallow the knot in your throat as you realize exactly what’s upsetting you so much.

He loves her. He loves her, and you can’t handle this.

Newt ends his search, stepping away from you. “She would never try to make me choose between two people.”

Despite the ache coursing through you, your nostrils flare at those words. “Don’t compare me to her.”

Newt’s jaw tightens as he looks at you, really looks at you for the first time in months.

You’re not sure you’re proud of what he must be seeing.

“You’re the one doing that.”

You swipe at the tears now dripping down your face—or is it rain? You can’t tell, just know that there’s something wet on your face but not a line of shame or sorrow in Newt’s.

She wasn’t there to wipe the blood from Newt’s face after Emmett Marcus punched him in the nose for telling him off. She has never been there for him when he truly needed someone. It has always been you helping him, holding him, protecting him. You swallow the knot in your throat.

You’re being replaced.

Newt sees the twitch of the skin around your eyes and the tears that fill them.

He steps away again. “Fine. If you’re not willing to talk about this, perhaps I should just go.”

You wipe at your eyes again. Damned tears. “You’re going to walk away from this, Newt?”

He shakes his head, stepping back again. “You’re the one pushing me away.”

Your voice raises as he keeps walking backward, away from you, step by step. “You’re the one that promised years ago to stick with me through it all. How the hell can you be okay with this now?”

You’re turning into fragments of yourself, shattering into tiny pieces that no one but Newt can fix, but he wants nothing more to do with you. Not one thing. He can’t even be bothered to wait to finish your fight.

He reaches the path and stops. “Leta’s my friend. If you can’t accept that…” he trails off, first and only sign of grief a flicker in his eyes. He steels himself, pushing his glasses up his nose, not flinching even at the grumble of thunder behind him. “If you can’t accept that, then maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore.”

The words are a punch to the gut, knocking the air from you so violently no amount of breathing will recover it for you. That irritating voice smirks, taunts you, sings that it was right, it was right, it was always right ever since that first day.

You blink the tears from your eyes as Newt stands in front of you, waiting. “How could you?”

He waits.

You’re shaking all over, a complete mess, trembling as Newt just stands there, watching you fall apart without so much as a word of consolation or worried glance.

“Please don’t do this.”

“You’re the one doing this.”

“You’re going to blame me?” You whisper, not sure how he hears it over the breeze.

But he does and shakes his head. “Who else is there to blame?”

You can think of nothing else, can no longer breathe, can no longer do anything but hold yourself together for a few more seconds, just enough time to send him away. “Go. Just go if I’m so horrible.”

You wait for him to step forward and take you into his arms. You wait for him to take back everything he said and hand you a chunk of your favorite chocolate. You wait for him to do anything, everything he needs to, to make you smile again.

You wait, entire self on the line.

He just turns and walks away.

You wait for a glance over his shoulder, for him to look back, for him to at least appear sorry.

He never does.

You fall to your knees, numb. Newt’s your best friend, you’ve known so many memories with him, shared so many early mornings and late nights and goofy days with him you can barely separate your life from his. And now, now he’s just leaving like it all meant nothing to him.

You can no longer hold the rest of the tears back.

Rain pounds against you as you sob into your hands, lying on the muddy grounds, weeping pathetically until you’re hiccupping then sleeping.

When you wake up, you’re in the hospital wing, fingertips blue.

You sit up, looking around, expecting Newt to be at your side, fingers against his lips, reading a book and lighting up when he sees you’re awake.

He’s not here.

Of course. You close your eyes, wishing it was all a dream, hoping it was some sort of hallucination, that you hit your head somewhere and imagined it all.

Your nurse approaches you, tray of meds and a glass of water in her hands.

“Have you seen Newt Scamander here?” You elaborate when you see her confused expression. “Tall, red hair, glasses.”

She shakes her head, lips pursed. “I haven’t seen anyone like that around here, honey. Now lie down, you need to rest.”

Your insides freeze. He’s gone.

“How long have I been in here?”

“A half day so far, honey, but it will be longer if you don’t get some sleep.”

A half day, more than long enough for rumor of you landing in the hospital wing to spread through the school. Newt must have heard.

And he’s not here.

It’s real. You’re really alone.

You lie down, close your eyes, and let tears leak down the sides of your face after your nurse leaves.

Newt has left you, and it’s all your fault.

#Newt scamander #Newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander imagine #newt Scamander one shot #angst #fbawtft #do I get to keep my title as angst queen?#requested #I hope you guys like this #have a fantastic day #I hope this is what you wanted requester

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