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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 9 months

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A DC X DP #18

You want a taste of my brain? Okay, it's yours anyway.

Imagine dis…

This time I get inspiration from an A03 fic, and some of its parts just stuck with me and now I’m writing about it, if some of you want to read it go for it. If you are asking for the name don’t ask, I am not going to sell my soul to the devil to find it in my ever-growing history. If you do manage to find it, kudos to them.

TELL ME I AM GETTING DESPERATE OVER HERE

Credits to them as well. Also, as you’ve noticed I decided to post less, now it is due to a good old lack of inspiration. So, don’t go getting your hopes up on this one.

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Ever since Danny Phantom had become the Ghost King he repeatedly entered the reincarnation cycle willingly to retain his morals when he was human. He still retained his ability to stay in the middle of life and death. But when he as the High King of the Infinite Realms gained immortality he found himself losing his ideals and values, he began forgetting. With Clockwork’s insistence, every few hundred years he would become human to experience a lifetime. Sometimes he would go another round in the same dimension, but only when he needed to finish an unfinished business.

Sometimes he is lucky sometimes he is not.

Sometimes he would be born into a loving family with either as the only child or him having siblings. He has experienced the life of royalty as the heir prince. He experienced the life of a knight who was known for his skills with the sword. He was born into a normal family which made him second guesses his every choice due to his lack of normality in his life. He was also born into some wild dimensions that of which could look like it came from a book. From wizards and sci-fi worlds, he never had the time to sit and be an extra.

But there were also times he was born far too unlucky.

He was born in a salve ridden society, a parent who were core members of a rebellion so when his current parents died, he was expected to be like his parents. Born in a society where the rich trample the poor and he was forced into early child labor as expected in society to work at a very young age. Born where he and the people around him had never seen peace in a war-consumed country, a war that separated his family from each other not knowing whether one is alive or not, leaving only him and his siblings to stay alive. Being abandoned by a pair of druggies for his parents left alone inside a dumpster and died in the middle of the night, looking through the dimension he saw that some homeless people found his body and reported it to the authorities leaving his parents in jail while some prisoners seem to leave them at the near bottom of the hierarchy in prison.

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It seems this time he was born in an assassin cult this time he wasn’t alone. A twin, an older sibling that was with him in the womb and both came into the world together. The moment he laid his eyes on his grandfather he can already tell that he is a major fruit loop from the way he both look at both of them.

His name is too formal for his liking, Dylan Al Ghul, he already convinced Damian to call him Danny when it was just the two of them. Danny tries to downplay his abilities both ghost and human seeing that his grandfather is too power-hungry to the point of misusing ectoplasm that is corrupted but still ectoplasm to achieve some sort of immortality, he tried to give Damian a childhood in the form of showing him the stars whenever he could sneak him outside. He saw the absolute worship and awe Damian would give to their mother and their grandfather whenever they visit or supervised their training, Danny didn’t care for their approval nor their presence but seeing his brother seem to at awe and do anything to please the two made his heart shatter, his older brother never needed to prove anyone something.

Danny has repeatedly shown his disdain for the two most powerful people in the organization yet it is a miracle he still lives. It is because he is a spare, a spare yes not the heir but a useful spare one, twins one who specialized in stealth and espionage a twin who is a perfect copy of Damian aside from his eyes mirroring their supposed father. Both Talia and Ra seem to make it their life mission to drill his only purpose in his head, it may have never worked due to his adult mind but he pretended it would be as to not raise any suspicion.

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The day Deathstroke attacked not only he dared to kill the demon head but also choose to kill the chosen heir, by removing an eye and some of his organs as a form of slow torture but also killing him as he made the organs unable to go back to their owner’s body.

Danny couldn’t look away from his bloodied brother, Talia slowly approached him from behind and put her hands on his shoulder, and whispered some honeyed words on how his role as the spare will be fulfilled at a much earlier date and promptly injected with a sleeping drug.

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Danny was already awake when he noticed the cold metal bed behind him the lack of clothes as well the number of doctors seemingly in a rush to prepare for a last-minute surgery. He saw the unconscious form of Damian on the other side and suddenly heard the loud ticking noise of a grandfather’s clock.

It seems that it was meant to be, Danny thought as an image of Clockwork flashed in his mind.

He fell back asleep knowing that Damian lost an eye, kidney, a lung, some ribs as well an ungodly amount of blood, possibly more. Danny knew that this vessel of his wouldn’t survive at the sheer need and he already felt that he would not leave the room alive. So, he took one last peek at the sleeping Damian and promptly closed his eyes, the moment he opened his eyes once again he was back in his chambers in the Infinite Realms clutching his left eye in his face whilst looking at the mirror as he felt his eye be the first one to be removed.

It seems this time he died months before he and his brother celebrated their 10th birthday.

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Damian woke up with a pounding headache being the assassin he is he immediately looked around seeing that his last memory is being tortured by Deathstroke.

He immediately took notice of his loose clothing and tried to walk towards the door but his knees immediately gave out. As he tries to gain his bearings, he noticed a scar right in the middle of his chest, it couldn’t be from the time when he was captured by Deathstroke as he noticed that this scar is too clean, too sterilized as if someone had just come out of a surgery type of scar. As he tries to loosen his shirt to take a better look at his scar when he noticed a mirror facing his way and noticed his eyes, instead of his usual pair of emerald eyes he was greeted with an emerald eye of his own and his brother’s icy blue eye in his left eye.

Damian remembered that Deathstroke took out his eye, as according to him it reminded him of the Demon head, and decided to promptly pull it out with his bare hands.

Dread began to fill his very being and tried to go and look for his brother but deep down he already knew what happened to him after all, he is the heir while his brother his beloved younger brother is just a spare.

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When Damian had met his father’s wards most of them commented on his heterochromia eyes and promptly greeted back with his sword in their faces.

The rest grumbled that Damian couldn’t take a tease or two, but immediately chased the demon brat as he chases each and one of them with the intent to kill.

Damian couldn’t tell them; another son was hidden from Bruce. Another son he had failed, another son who died before they could even meet him.

From the first few interactions he had with his father when he first met him, he knew where his brother’s bleeding heart came from.

Sometimes he could still see him, Dyl- no Danny, every time he looks in the mirror. The constant reminder that his brother was seen by the league as nothing but a spare. Whatever love he had for his mother disappeared the moment he laid his sight at his brother’s eye embedded in his supposed empty eye socket.

The constant reminder that shows every time he looks at the mirror and the scar in the middle of his chest, Danny’s organs that were used on him to ensure his survival while Danny was left behind.

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He was 14 years old when he went wide-eyed at the stranger across him and his brothers in a heavily populated area.

A teen looks exactly like him with a medical eyepatch on his left eye as he sits in a wheelchair chatting idly with an older man.

Damian heavily thought of a clone, did Talia, not mother never mother, make another clone after him after weeks of silence?

Damian still remembered the first time he encountered a clone with blue eyes, his running theory is that due to his new organs have bonded with him thus creating a batch of clones with blue eyes. Timothy had spoken up that since babies have a 50/50 chance of inheriting the colored eyes of either parent made a new branch of clones.

Damian was already planning on disposing of the supposed clone when the said clone suddenly laughed exposing his neck that have a feign white line across indicating a scar. But that scar made Damian double guess, all clones he encountered are scarred free thus leaving him to have no trouble disposing of each and one of them but the existence of the scar he barely caught is something both brothers swore secrecy to it.

The laugh oh god, his laugh, only his brother laughs like that, Damian thought mournfully.

As he tries to look the other way, he suddenly faced the same doctor who was the assistant doctor that foresees his surgery years ago. He may have distanced himself from the League after he had fulfilled his debt but it was no mistaking that it was the same doctor that operated him that time.

A chemist they said, an insufficient man who is more cowardly than any other man yet his talent in poisons made him quite a gem in the League.

A clone who had broke out of their collective mind control? Possible, but why this clone? What made this look alike so special that this man dared to leave the League?

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Robin began to follow the two, the other bats thought that he had a new case on his lap that requires recon. They didn’t question Robin’s new behavior as they have seen him do the same actions when he landed himself a case or when he was following a lead. Yet they couldn’t shake the feeling that something is not right, whether it is the fact that Robin refused any assistance or just the fact they have no idea what kind of case Robin is working on.

They should have listened to their guts then maybe they wouldn’t be surprised at the bat screen, showing a maternal and paternal match to a picture of a blue-eyed black-haired kid with a medical eyepatch on his left eye looking like Damian in a good day.

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Danny was doing some paperwork when a flying thought passed by him about his last reincarnation. All memories from his adventures when he got reincarnated are usually put behind the back of his hand yet worries about the well-being of his brother made him distracted, and kept close a special one-way mirror to monitor his baby brother.

Danny felt nostalgic at the family drama and chaos that he can’t help but cackle at each interaction Damian has with their father’s adopted children and wards. He found himself majorly of his time watching for hours and hours, he can’t help but wish he was there. As if he was summoned Clockwork appeared in front of him and told him to go back, which confuses Danny since it was Clockwork who implemented that he cannot go back to the same dimension/ world if his body is too far gone to be revived by him, yet Clockwork told him to give someone named Alfred his regards and vanished. Looking bewildered at his mentor/ grandfather he tried to sense his vessel with little to no hope seeing that the League has his body, but surprises himself when he felt his own body submerged in a portion of the Lazarus pit.

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Going back, he was greeted by an assistant doctor that used to be in the League due to his ancestor’s debt. He explained that he cannot in good conscience do what he was instructed to after the operation, stole his body, and submerged it in an undiscovered pit due to its small size, enough to dump a child not enough for a grown adult.

After an initial check-up, both he and the doctor discovered that the mini Lazarus pit regenerated all of his organs except his eye seeing that it was his entire body submerged excluding his head. The assistant doc theorized that those organs of his may be weaker since they were generated from nothing, Danny in all his eldritch glory as well as being the most powerful being across the Infinite Realms played his part perfectly of a now disabled child.

After all who would accuse this disabled child putting the daughter of the Demon Head in an endless nightmare by his command to Fright Knight? Who would accuse that innocent blue eye of his that he had killed any assassin in their tail ever since he and his now temporary guardian began exploring the world? Who would accuse an adorable child that he was the one who had put the Joker in a definite MIA? Who would accuse this child who smiles like the sun despite his setbacks be the one who tortured Deathstroke to the brink of insanity? Danny is pretty sure his temporary guardian knew of his secret endeavors but remained quiet due to his habit when he was in the League or just to prevent any grayer hairs from growing in.

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Now if only his brother stopped moping around the building across their apartment complex and just come inside, he made his infamous fudge to share with his brother. His brother didn’t have to drag the rest of the bat brigade in watching him across the building, he even made extra fudge, if only they could just go through the front door instead of rescuing him first in every rogue attack and pretend, they don’t him. Well, if they are playing a game then count him in to win. But for some reason all of them made a face of being constipated whenever they talk to him, Danny is so sure he used clean ingredients to make his fudge…

God dammit just enter the front door like a normal person, better yet tell Batman to stop looking at him as if he died! Those windows are not paying to fix themselves each time one of them decided to stop dropping and roll every other night!

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PS: If someone out there wanted to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

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not-a-big-slay · 11 months

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birthday

John Wick x platonic!fem!reader

summary: while watching TV, you go on a rant about the absurdity of birthday gifts...

warnings: fluff, father-daughter relationship, established platonic relationship, horrible ahh parents, very tooth rotting, hopefully not ooc, trauma...

a/n: this platform has a lot of daddy john, but not much of dad john and that needs to change...this shit long as hell though, hope you enjoy it :)) also kudos to whoever finds the se7en reference

The hum of the microwave, heating up his food from the previous evening, rushed across the room and slowly mixed with dimmed voices of the television. The sun has already set and the remainings of its light shined into the room through red clouds.

John patiently waited for the beep, approving that he can eat his meal. It went unheard as you exclaimed from the living room, silencing it. "That's ridiculous." John looked over, but he could barely see the reason for your sudden speaking. His hands retrieved the plate from the microwave and he finally joined you on the couch. "These folks got their 16 year old daughter a car. A car, John." you widened your eyes at the man when ending your statement while said person just moved his eyes from you and the screen, trying to understand your reasoning.

You noticed his confusion and helped his mind get rid of it: "I mean, why? Like how is 16th birthday important? It's not like it's a big milestone. I'd understand 15 maybe, but 16? It's such an.. unsatisfying number, ugly even and not important." John seemed to get your thought, so you sinked back into the couch. "You get a license at 16." reasoned the assasin, catching your attention immediately. You looked over to him, furrowed eyebrows sending the signal of disagreement. "Which is bullshit, by the way, kids shouldn't be on the road." you stated before continuing, "But they got her a brand new car, she doesn't need all that, they could have given her like their old one or just let her share theirs, she is 16 how often will she drive that thing." while talking you have made so many hand movements that John needed to sit further away, worrying you might smack him.

The television broadcasted some reality show about spoiled kids from non-rich families. Neither of you really payed attention, but it served as a good backround while doing other tasks. That is until you got interested in its bizarreness. Parents, that previously stated they each had to find 2 jobs to keep their kids in school, bought their youngest daughter a new car. It was even one of the newest models as John noticed. They have said they would do anything for their kids and that birthdays were always so important in their family. That pissed you off, apparently.

“I know this comes from a place where no love was showed, but still, too much..”

John knew about your past, you knew about his too. You were just a kid when he first met you, both of you pursuing a man with a contract on his head. You have made a good competition and teamed up with the Boogeyman after many failures to kill him. After going through a near-death experience together, the two of you became a good friends and John slowly made plans to introduce you to Helen. He didn't plan on the introduction being at the funeral. His abandoned feelings of protection that were, until that day, stored for his wife poured into the other closest person to him and you gladly accepted them and even returned yours.

To say John was relieved when you obliged him with the refuge he sought after being marked excommunicado would be an understatment. Though he wasn't enterily thrilled after you insisted on fighting for him, you were the reason he could even have this absurd conversation in the first place. Being free could never feel so good without you.

"Like what did you get for your 16th birthday?" your voice pulled him out of the waters of his mind, the young eyes tracing his. He soon found his gaze interested in the empty plate on the table and with a sigh he reached for it and started to get up. You almost accepted he wouldn't answer, but his mouth let out the answer before you could: "A gun and a victim. Just like on any other day." John disappeared into the kitchen, but your loud "Damn." found it's way into his ears anyway and uplifted the corners of his mouth. Ruska Roma didn't care about these sorts of things. For them birthdays were just for the books and to track their age, no party, no gifts. The only gift he got from them was the cross, a symbol and a reminder he belongs. His first birthday party was with Helen and it was unusual to say the least.

You said sorry as he came back to the living room and John could see the regret and discomfort on your face. You got too talktive that you forgot this fact. The man came to your rescue and quickly varied the discussion. "What about you?" he asked as he sat down, petting Dog as he filled out the space between you two. Your mind digged deep to find the answer, John assumed from your scrunched face. At last, you shrugged: "I don't know. Money? Some candy too, I guess..." The voices from the television flowed in the house, but neither of you could hear them, too invested in whatever you started. The Boogeyman raised his eyebrows at you and you narrowed them in response, confused.

"That's much worse." he scoffed.

"Worse than having to kill a person?"

"Yes."

Your mind fully froze, not able to function properly. John internally laughed at your expression, but decided to not torment you any longer. "Parents giving money to their child is just sad. Money as a gift basically says the person doesn't know or care about your interest, so they give you money to make up for it." he started to explain, "Now, you can get some dollars from your other relatives like grandparents, counsins, aunts and uncles, because you don't see them everyday, they are allowed to not know what you like. But parents? People that live with you and provide for you should be at least familiar with it.."

He left you speechless, that he knew. Your mouth was slightly opened when he finished his monologue and slammed shut when you seemed to realize. "Well," you began once every word John shot your way striked you, "thanks for the additional reason to hate my fam more." You brought out a smile, but John's fell a little when he heard that. While not knowing him well yet, you told him you were an orphan, which wasn't surprising. Everyone in this deadly industry had no chance to have a normal, healthy and loving family. At least not that he knew of. What did shock him was when you admitted to lying after the funeral. Yet you wished to be an orphan, you had the bad luck to be born in a cruel home. Mother, a guilt-tripping monster with a victim mentality, and a father, anger-issued fanatic that tried to shape his children into his made-up idea of them. You moved out as a 17 year old and to at least finish high school, bowed to the High Table. You never had a stable home, John changed that. He offered you a place to stay once he was free again, he wanted you close to protect you, but also knew you could help with his old loneliness that never seemed to leave him. He never told you how much of a help you actually were.

John focused on the present moment again when you said: "I-I still can't see how can it be worse than a murder. At least I didn't work for money and got them for being born." Dog got up and let out a little bark. A sign for hunger, as you both understood. It got dark already and you gladly followed the dog's steps into the kitchen, John already in the lead.

"Ruska Roma at least didn't hide their uninterest, I knew what not to expect." he argued back as he reached for the dog pellets. Dog started eating before John finished filling up the bowl. That made you smile as well as hungry. John, as if almost sensing it, grabbed a plate and started to heat up the rest of the food. The familiar humming sound greeted the room again.

"Ah well, let’s just agree we both got worse gifts than a car and move on." you streched your hand out while the other rested on the counter-top of the island. John replicated your smile and shook your hand. The silence following right after sealed the agreement and the microwave dinged as in celebration. You walked across the island to take your food, knowing that John will be faster. "Birthdays are horrible anyway, I don't need to know I'm one year closer to death." you thought out-loud as the man handed you your plate. The food looked delicious. John always rather kept away from the kitchen, Helen was a great cook and even when he tried to make a meal, it ended in disaster. Once you moved in though, his guardian angels granted him the luck of finding an old recepe book his wife used. This was one of the easiest, but the quantity didn't define the quality.

"Would you rather not know how old you are?" John smiled and his eyebrows settled atop when you nodded. "Yep, I'd measure it in holidays." you joked, grabbing the cutlery, "In fact, I think 6th September should be erased from the existence. It's not an important day, no one needs it and it certainly doesn't bring any good." John watched you take the food to the table and changing the channel on the screen on the way, not realizing the crucial piece of information you just revealed non-chalantely. He didn't know your birthday, he just knew you were 18 when you met him, which was apparently 6 years ago. It was before he even engaged to Helen. He also understood you were old enough to drink once you downed 3 shots as if they were filled with tap water when you both tried to figure out how could John get out of his mess. Suddenly, a calender on the wall across him whispered his name.

Today was August 3rd.

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Heavy sigh and the car door were last things he heard before feeling the dryness of his car. The raindrops that couldn't reach him before closing the vehicle were banging on the roof out of anger. John carefully placed the box on his passenger seat. He did everything he could to shield it from this afternoon weather, but some water managed to force itself through his coat, not enough to do a lot of damage fortunately. His eyes didn't peel away from it, John still wagered in his mind if it's a good idea. You weren't used to gifts from your real family, why should you accept his?

Without looking away, his fingers slipped the keys into ignition and his other hand played on the wheel nervously. He didn't take the receipt, he cannot return it. But he could survive the loss of money if this gift meant destruction of your bond. He wouldn't survive that. What if it's too far, you never cared for birthdays. For every September he has known you, nothing even remotely signaled him you might be different on the sixth day. You just wanted to forget you were ever born and he would set your mind back to the start with this reminder.

His logical sense slapped these thoughts away. You were a good kid, if you hated it you would tell him politely and be honest with him. And he knew you would keep it just for the sentiment you love so much. John turned the keys sideways and started following the mentally written route home, trying to keep his gaze from trailing to the passenger seat every now and then.

Even after parking in the garage and opening the passenger's door did he avoid the box's way. First he thought he could just close his eyes and take the box in his arms blindly, though overcame it and finally made contact with the white cardboard. A box is making him insane, brilliant. John grabbed the rest of his things and welcomed the hot air rushing to him as he opened the door inside. Dog barked at his owner as if he tried to warn John before rushing to him excitedly. The house was quiet and dim from the rain protecting the room of any light. You didn't bother turning on the lights and John knew you wouldn't. You hated the yellow glow it casted and how bright they were, natural lightning wasn't forcing itself into your view.

You came around the corner as the man got up from petting the good boy. He watched you ignore him, listening to music in one ear while the other earphone swished on your shoulder with every movement made. It was broken for a while now, but no one could be surprised. In the long time you've had them, you managed to step on them, close them in between the car doors and let the dog chew on one of the pods, which was the breaking point, John assumed. The rest worked fine, the quality still haunted him.

You turned around and caught a glimpse of him, immediately taking out the music and greeting him. He smiled in response while you already had your interest on the box, laying next to him. "What's in the box, Somerset?" you got close to it, but John was faster and picked it up quickly. Your eyebrows must have been suspicious of that act the way they connected.

"It's-uhh-it's-" the room picked up the heat as John's nerves shaked anxiously. He never had a problem with creating a lie on the spot, but your pose decorated with crossed arms on the chest somehow intimidated him. He was so sure you would be able to see throught the paper lid any minute now, so he tried to hurry his thinking up. "It's just some things for the car." he waved it off, leaving you slowly nodding in understandment, deciding not to ask any questions that you definitely had. John adored your capability of minding your own business, he more adored the fact you have learned it from him. You were very curious about everything when he met you, trying to know everyone around you to the last bit of detail. He was very strict about his personal life, so he introduced you to the concept of privacy through a lot of no's and death stares. Even now, when you two could be more than open with each other, you still didn't ask, nor cared.

"Want help?"

"No, I'll just take it to the basement."

"Alright." you said before putting in the earbud again and walking to the kitchen. John sighed heavily, hoping the nerves would settle down, and made his way to the basement. He hid it under a white dirty cloth, afraid it will disgrace the gift and left. Now the only thing left was to make sure you won't visit the basement for 2 days. 2 days, he realized. So, he is really doing it, huh? John froze thinking about the worst things that you could say or do as a reaction on his idea, the worst being you kill him, but that was unlikely, he'd done the math. Your humming got picked up by his left ear as he realized that the only moment to back up was in the car. He didn't, he missed it. The backdoor is closed and the only way to move is forward.

John checked the time. 6pm.

September 4th.

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You were relieved that the store had air conditioning, because one more second in the outside heat and you would collapse. Your hands were trying their best at waving cold air on your head and chest, yet nothing could stop the sweat of going down your skin. Even though the sun has already set, the consequences of its hot presence still appeared in these late hours. You wanted to stop for second and cool off, but remembered you're supposed to get only one thing.

Salt.

It baffled you, why is it so important to get salt right now and not tomorrow as you were already getting ready to shower and to relax in bed when John asked you to get it. You weren't very happy about it, but you didn't feel like refusing him either. That man held a lot of respect from you and you never wished to upset him. Not that he would do anything bad to you, you just rarely told him no. Not sure where the need to please people came from, you were still happy it only applied to him. He deserved it after what he has done for you.

The store was as empty as its freshly baked pastry section. While strolling through, you only saw a few workers and some costumers hunting for evening snacks, all of them visibily tired. Your footsteps echoed in the big space, you wondered if they could be heard on the other side of the store. You thought about John's weird request, trying to justify it with a reason. None came to mind. Maybe he had a girl over, but you considered that unlikely. He clearly wasn't yet over Helen- reasonably so. Or he needed some alone time, you could admit being too annoying or too much for a quiet man like John, no judging.

The salt was hiding in a tricky spot, but luckily, thanks to your noticing abilities, you found it rather quickly and headed to the checkout. If the second reason was correct, you would be fine with sleeping somewhere else to not disturb his peace, but since you were already worn out and ready for the comfortable bed, you settled on taking the long way home, letting him enjoy at least the extra 10 minutes.

You knocked before entering, something you do automatically without waiting for a response. You kicked off your shoes, balancing your weight and the pouch of salt on one leg, and yelled out "I'm back." into the dark. The dark, you realized. Why were the lights off? The stars already began to shine when you were halfway home, so it was weird if John just forgot to turn them on. He wasn't the forgetful type.

"Hello?" you called out again, more quietly though, suspicion already growing deep in your stomach. Hearing the eery silence made you drop the salt and reach for a gun taped on the bottom of a dressing cabinet. Some comfort was brought by the click announcing safety is off, but it got lost in your high anxiety once you started walking deeper in the house, back steadily on the wall. The worst case scenarios accompanied you while every sense focused on the dark living room you happened to be in. You spinned around, walking backwards to the kitchen, your mind challenging the intruder to show themselves. Suddenly, the door creaked behind you and it was enough for you to turn around rapidly and caress the trigger.

After taking in the view in front of you, you finally exhaled and lowered your gun, whispering the lord's name in relief. There stood John, glowing in candle lights, distressed by your unexpected presence and, of course, by the barrel of a gun. You didn't notice the kind of candles. Your palm held your forehead in order to stop its stressful spinning and your brain desperately trying to convince your heart to calm down, you were too busy to recognize it.

Lights above you brightened your eyelids and you felt a pair of hands on your biceps. "What's wrong, what is it." John asked quietly, scared someone followed you home or has already done something horrible to you. You shook your head before sighing heavily, getting the last bit of shock out of your body.

"Shit, you scared the fuck out of me, John." Irritation attacked your tone as you leaned forward on the counter. Your mind only had pictures of the man dead on the floor with a bullet wound he gained from you. The bullet was so close to running out the gun and for what? For a cake?

Wait a minute.

Your head lifted up, eyes being instantly mesmerized by the flow of little fires on an icy surface. A cake. John has baked a cake. And you almost shot him for it. Your gaze flickered next to you. He was nervous, only you couldn't tell if it was from the near death experience from his own friend or from the possibility of you asking about the mysterious unexpected dessert. You made the latter come true.

"What is this?" you nodded to the cake, studying every move John made as though it would explain it for him. He took a deep breath before taking your own away: "It's for you. Happy birthday." The glow of the candles brought out your widened eyes, desperately trying to find a sign of a cruel joke on John's features. They failed to do so of course, you have never seen the man so serious.

It's been a while since you heard those words. You forgot how they hugged your heart and sugared your ears. You used to whisper them to yourself sarcastically with a harsh undertone when there was no one to trust or turn to. You've stopped though as it was cringe and overly depressing. You convinced your mind birthdays were for nothing, they give you nothing and are only important for knowing your age, nothing special. They made everyone emotional over a number of years and as long as you had no one, it was pointless in making it a big thing. It couldn't be denied John was your safe space, you would place your whole life into his hands and would be sure he'd keep it more protected than the High Table could ever be, you just never thought of bringing the concept back.

Amazed by the yellow waves again, you held your breath: "Are you serious?" John smiled a little as he answered: "Yeah. Now blow 'em out." You did as you were told, taking a deep breath and blowing it forcefully on the candles. They flickered and disappeared in the thin air. It was the first time in your life you got them all on the first try. Tears of forbidden nostalgia became impossible to hold in and you eventually let them go slowly from the prison of your eyes. When you made eye contact with John.

Without hesitation you close the space between you two and digged your face in the crook of his neck as your arms tightly wrapped his torso. His hands buried you in the feeling of safety and you felt shielded as they squeezed you into him. "Thank you." came out of you silently, only for John to hear. As a response, he took a step back to look at you. "You have no reason to thank me." his palm found its den on your neck as his eyes grew comfortable on yours.

You couldn't help but wonder if this is the way others feel on their birthday when they are surrounded by people they love and care for, by people that love and care for them. Because if it is, a big part of your birthdays was stolen, you would love them if they felt like this, you would wait a whole year only for this feeling, this sense of family, this certainity you are loved and you matter.

All of that left momentarily when John's hands let you go. "No reason to thank me yet." he bent down and came back up with a white box in his hands. He gently placed it on the counter next to the cake. After you clearly didn't understand what is supposed to happen, he gladly gave you a hint. "Open it." he motioned his head to it and you obeyed, carefully touching the lid as if it was a bomb that would go off any second. It's not like it was unlikely to hide a bomb inside a similar-looking box. You pressed the cardboard with your fingers and lifted it up.

You gasped quietly in order to help your mind take in the brand new headphones that shined at you maybe more brightly than the candles. They were white, wireless, so no annoying wire to slow you down, they were also overhead, too big for Dog to chew on them. You felt John's eager gaze, waiting for you to pick them up, but you felt even your stunned look would bruise them. You didn't deserve this, none of it. The happiness that danced into you the moment you realized John remembered your special day now began to look like a well-known and hated naivety. This love and luxury didn't belong to someone like you, what were you thinking.

"This- this is-" you began to panic. What would happen if you accepted it, would the world explode from the connection of two things that could never work together? You doubted it, but who would wanna risk it. "I can't accept this." Suddenly all you wanted was to run from the cake and the gift, you now felt like the bomb that you tried so hard not to light, that was supposed to be in that box. John's figure stopped you from going anywhere. "Yes, you can." You rapidly shook your head from side to side, his words couldn't distract you from the harsh reality. You weren't worth all of this.

"You are good enough for all of this and more." his calm tone was confusing for your stressed state, but the demanding adittude of his got through your walls and made you listen. "Take it, you deserve it."

Your hand subconsiously touched your necklace and pressed one of the daisies on it. It belonged to his wife, you found it when his house was blown to pieces and gave it to him once he started the repairs. He insisted on you keeping it, though. You protested, it was a gift for the love of his life, you couldn't take something that serious. "Take it. You found it, you deserve it." he said back then. You never knew her, yet you wore her jewelry, her gift.

"She would adore you."

Your eyes snapped to John, noticing him looking at your neck with a sad smile on his face. You lowered your hand and trailed your eyes back on your birthday gift. Without thinking you reached for the headphones, picking them up. They were suprisingly light and very comfortable to touch. As you put them over your head, everything went quiet. You didn’t know that an already silent room could get even more deafened, but here you were, hearing absolutely nothing.

"No way." you know you said, even though you couldn't hear it. John's smile got wider as you looked around in awe, it seemed like you were in a complete different place, not a boring kitchen. After taking them off, you sighed overwhelmedely, you could only imagine how beautiful the sound may be. "So?" John was interested, still a bit on the edge if the gift is good or not and only you could push him from it. However the only thing you did was throwing yourself around his neck, making him lose his balance momenteraly.

Before he could hug you properly, you already pulled away. "Now can I thank you?" you joked, but you could never make up for this. He had done all of this for you, that wasn't something you'd brush off with only two words. They lost meaning next to John's actions. "Yeah, now you can." was all you needed to hear to press into him again. John rested his head on top of yours, but not before kissing your hair and stroking your back.

You felt Dog nuzzling up against your legs and you looked down to see his happy, carefree face. He definitely woke up just no. You laughed and only noticed you were crying when tears fell into the corners of your mouth. You quickly wiped them away, turning away from John so he couldn't see. The man had the same problem though, also showing you his back while complaining silently about the dust getting into his eyes.

Once you both wiped your tears, you turned back around and laughed a little. This is all you needed. No assasin had this as far as you knew. Why two of the most deadliest people got visited by the biggest luck this world had in store. You looked back at Dog, his face excited for whatever you'd do. You sighed and rememebered the oh so good-looking desert on the kitchen counter.

"Want some cake?"

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My Happy Marriage Season 2 Future Storyline

Now that Season 2 of My Happy Marriage has been confirmed, I have a pretty good idea about what to expect for the upcoming season in the new year.

Season 1 focused on the Light Novel Vols 1-2, introducing the main characters, concept and love story. Aside from introducing the basics, the main storyline was how several different families whether the Saimori, Usaba or Tatsuishi's were trying to tear Miyo and Kiyoka apart for their own benefits.

It's a safe bet that Season 2 will focus on Vols 3-4 where Miyo and Kiyoka face new challenges and milestones for their relationship.

Volume 3 focuses on Miyo and Kiyoka visiting the Kudo family estate and finally the long awaited introduction of Kiyoka's parents. During this time, Miyo is trying to gain the acceptance and approval of her future mother-in-law which is easier said than done. Meanwhile, this family visit also serves as a business trip for Kiyoka, who must take care of a new threat on the horizon.

Volume 4 focuses on Miyo being targeted by a new antagonist, Naoshi Usui who has a connection to her late mother. To be kept safe, Miyo must now accompany Kiyoka to work and Kaoruko, a female bodyguard has been assigned to protect her. Now Miyo must deal with a threat on her life, sexism and... jealousy when Kaoruko is revealed to be one of Kiyoka's previous marriage candidates!

I've read these stories and they are REALLY good so I'm happy to see they'll officially come to life in the anime next year. This is gonna be good. I can't wait for season 2 and I'm especially looking forward to all the new major milestones in store for Miyo and Kiyoka's love story. Trust me, you won't want to miss it!

#My Happy Marriage #My Thoughts #Netflix #Anime #Light Novel #Miyo Saimori #Kiyoka Kudo #Oh This is Gonna Be Good!

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Okay where do I even start?? Such a beautifully portrayed relationship that leaves you craving for more in S2! Veer with Yashika was 'Veer Ahuja' the heir of Ahuja Properties but with Saba, he's Veer, just Veer. He's that Veer who doesn't mind going to a garbage dump eating Kulfi as long as he's with her. He's that Veer who finds Saba's hesitation when he kisses her cute ! He absolutely can't take his eyes off her and wipe away that little smile while talking to her.. All this while with Yashika, he's status oriented considering she's also on the same financial level plus their parents approve. He's never felt what intimacy is until that night in the swiming pool with Saba. He never knew how addictive a mere caress could be until she does that and boy he doesn't want her to stop... Yashika and Veer never loved each other and how would they anyway with status money and parents interfering constantly? It was always a relationship of convenience. He didn't call Yashika for comfort while visiting jail for his dad. He knew Saba was his go to person. The defeated look in Veer's eyes when he realizes the utter disappointment Saba felt watching him beat those people blue is when he knows she is all that will ever matter. Her silence mattered. Her walking away mattered.... all in all I'll always ship Veer and Saba because they need each other! Kudos to Zeyn and Madhyama for bringing them to life so effortlessly! I sincerely hope they don't do them dirty like they did Guzman and Nadia

#veer × saba #cla$$#netflix india #dhruv and faruq

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This may be a hot take, but imo there are only two (2) pieces of canon bi Dean evidence.

The first piece of evidence is the siren, as their presentation toward their victims is heavily implied (if not outright stated) to be a matter of sexual or romantic attraction more than any other kind of love. We can throw this out as general evidence of bi Dean, though, because the siren’s presentation is canonically, explicitly, and 100% unambiguously a substitute for Dean’s little brother. Either we can take this as a case where the lore was wrong and sirens are not always about sexually/romantically attracting their victims and it would be possible for a siren to, say, appear as someone who could fill the role of a deceased child to a perfectly normal bereaved parent… or we can take this as (further) evidence that Dean’s relationship with Sam is deeply weird and has some wires crossed or otherwise defies categorization. And I think that you can have different readings of the siren in that sense. The argument that the siren is evidence that Dean is sometimes sexually into dudes other than Sam is really weak, to me.

The second piece of evidence for bi Dean is the way Dean looks at men. And, look, kudos to jackles for managing to give a character as superficially cocky and defiant as Dean a very obvious bottomless desire for the approval of (mostly older, mostly male) people, but I think his pretty face makes viewers want to see the people-pleasing and visible daddy issues as evidence of attraction when they really aren’t.

(Having difficulty writing that sentence in a way that is more easily parsed. Lmk if I should try again.)

#bi Dean #bi Dean discourse #Dean is a people-pleaser with daddy issues and jackles is too pretty

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How would you reconcile the differing backstories of Scar from both the 90's book series and the Lion Guard tv series?

Well, fond as I am of the old books, honestly I'd probably go with the Lion Gaurd backstory. Naming your kid "soldier" (Askari) is a heck of a lot better then naming them "trash" (Taka) and I do think that Scar and Mufasa's parents were good--lions? People? XD

Also the writers seem to have done their research in crafting the backstory they did in referencing an interview with TLK director Rob Minkoff where he said he thought that "Scar" was a mean nickname given by Mufasa when they were younger and I will always give kudos to people doing research 👌

And hey, it gives more room for imagining an origin for that random mysterious evil lion and his snake friend (definitely getting some Weird Sisters from Macbeth vibes there which I also approve of given TLK's Shakespearen roots) who set Scar on the path to evil so why not xD

#asks #disney #disneyverse #scar tlk #the lion king #the lion guard #villain backstory #disney villains

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I’m wondering with the yeerk openly admiring Marco if that might, just maybe, be influencing Tom’s interactions with him now. Like, if wherever you are on the spectrum of Essa’s approval, you’re way on the opposite end of Tom’s.

I love that idea! And you're right that Tom is totally reactive about liking things yeerks dislike (Brittany Spears, oatmeal) while disliking things they like (Happy Meals, WWII knives) on principle.

I really enjoy how much those two dislike each other in my fics, and kudos to my beta Cates for asking the question "who says Tom and Marco have to get along?" when I was first struggling over writing them. I was tempted to go "I say so, because they're two of my favorite characters of all time!" but I'm glad I listened. As soon as those two were allowed to lose sight of everything they have in common (Jake, Eva, the war) and just personality-clash like brats, the scenes started writing themselves.

It also became clear that Marco and Tom are uniquely suited to disliking each other. Tom has all of Rachel's directness, which constantly clashes with Marco's obliqueness in canon. Tom has a Cassie-like focus on helping individuals, and that focus is the reason she and Marco rarely agree. Marco and Jake have a very sibling-like relationship, which Tom will be mad about until the Earth falls into the sun. Marco's tendency to be possessive of his parents (to the point of manipulating them into dating) clashes squarely with Tom's effortless rapport with Eva. Tom is just smart enough to know that Marco is much smarter than him, and to be scared by that fact. Marco will kill hosts to kill yeerks, even if it means matricide; Tom's never going to be okay with him doing so. So on and so forth.

But yeah, "the yeerk canonically admires Marco" is totally going on the infinite list of reasons they're never going to get along.

#animorphs #animorphs meta #eleutherophobia #tom berenson #marco animorphs

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First off, I hope you get to feeling better soon ♥️

I’m never completely comfortable gushing about my stuff, but. Let’s go with two brand new babies.

Eudora Snape and Proteus Lestrange.

Eudora’s mom died when she was six so it’s just been her and her dad, and clearly he’s not overly affectionate so by the time school starts she’s rather self-sufficient. Their relationship only gets more strained as the years go by, especially after GoF.

Surprisingly her first friend, and her best friend, is Neville. She and the trio don’t really get along at first because of their dislike for Snape, but they realize she’s more like her mom than her dad and they get over it.

Her patronus is a blackbird.

Proteus is Bellatrix’s son. He grew up with the Malfoys and Narcissa thinks of him as more of a second son instead of her nephew, and he thinks of her as his mom. But after OoTP when Lucius is arrested, he’s sent to live with Andromeda.

The hat actually almost put him in Hufflepuff because he’s such a sweetheart, and as of right now his patronus is a draw between a black bear and a basset hound.

Eudora and her mom never really interacted with the Malfoys or the rest of Snape’s friends because her mom didn’t approve of their huge belief in blood supremacy. So, she assumes that after being raised in the same home that Proteus shares the same views, but he doesn’t. He’s always been very respectful to Mr. Weasley any time they’ve met, and he actually apologizes to Neville for what his parents did even though “it won’t change anything”.

OHHH!!! These sound interesting. Do we know Eudora's mother? Also, having to go live with Andromeda - interesting!

Kudos on the creativity going forward! :)

#fd: harry potter #fd: the wizarding world

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So I've always enjoyed your reblogs of 911, I never actually watched it until very recently. I rmr watching Ryan in the boy next door and thought he was a good actor! Now, I've been seeing here and there what's happening in his personal life right now..can u tell me why him and the wife were toxic together? I'm so fkn nosy! 🤣🤣🤣

Glad you enjoy the reblogs! Fun fact, Oliver who plays Buck also auditioned for The Boy Next Door! And yess Ryan's such a good actor! iirc the original 911 showrunner specifically wanted him to play Eddie! (And Maddie was supposed to become his love interest but thankfully JLH wanted Chimney instead aha)

And well it's just that they weren't compatible to being with 😅 thing is she got pregnant only a few months after they started dating and Ryan had talked about how much he wanted children so yeah they stayed together and then they were gonna break up but she got pregnant again during the pandemic and they tried to make it work again (and got married at home 😅). Anyway, she's very into social media and he isn't (he's into painting and photography etc), she's into restrictive diets and excessive workouts to look a certain way and he isn't (he said he doesn't want to spend time and energy on what it takes to look like when he was younger, and she acknowledged that it's not easy to deal with her when she preps for her bodybuilding competitions). She seems to have certain values that don't align with his (I mean she does seem to be open-minded but she also loves guns and stuff). He's also made comments that make it sound like she's quite jealous and has to approve his female love interests on the show. And I rmbr he posted about how she taught him to focus on what he needs instead of what he wants even if it's hard bc it's worth it 😐 Also he was always showing her support with her endeavours and more recently her singing meanwhile at first she posted about the show but the last couple years she only praised his looks, like nothing about his artworks. And like, throughout their relationship every couple of months she'd be passive aggressive on her instagram about their relationship so everyone would know things weren't ok lol and she'd post pics without her wedding ring on, and Ryan would be more lowkey and delete pics of them/her as some kind of retaliation I guess (it seems being with her made him a bit childish, or maybe he just wasn't happy that she was public like this). And then they'd be ok again and praise each other lol anyway. Since the beginning of the year it was clear things weren't ok like she made a passive aggressive post on V-Day about how challenging it is to watch your partner grow and all basically saying they're growing apart lol, and he commented basically agreeing things were nightmarish 😅 and recently he'd been deleting a few posts here and there and she posted about getting rid of "dead ends that no longer serve" her (yikes). Then they posted an old family pic on their stories (I guess to mean they're still a family through the kids) and now they've both unfollowed each other and deleted all pics of each other etc. So I guess they're officially divorced now 🤷 so yeah it seemed Ryan tried to be another person with her at first to make things work and then as time went on he cared more about what makes him truly happy and that wasn't compatible with what makes her happy 🤷 So yeah as you can see this wasn't very healthy! But kudos to them for divorcing now and not staying together for decades just for the kids, it'll be much better for them to see their parents separated but happy than together but miserable!

#this is a bit long aha but yeah that's basically it!#if you wanna know more details then check the tag xoxo gossip girl on the same blog i reblogged from earlier aha #anonymous #answered asks #he and O unfollowed each other like a few hours after she gave birth to their 2nd child for some reason and grew apart for a while #they refollowed each other last year and are very close again now but yeah anyway lol #another fun fact i guess 🤣

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12. Royal verse

(Re: part two of fic ideas I’ll never get to)

I have to start by saying I have no business dreaming of this verse cause I know nothing about medieval times nor about royal family/court dynamics. That being said, I did have a dream and I continued the verse in my head. It’s been a while so I probably forgot a lot, here goes!

• it’s gonna be set back in the day with like swords and horses (dragons?) and stuff but I’m making it up as I go cause again this is not my realm (I guess like King Arthur/GOT shit except I know nothing about either of those fandoms)

• the Kudo family is in power and with Shinichi being their only heir, he’s obviously the next King. He takes this role very seriously and genuinely wants to be a good ruler

• the Miyanos are from a neighboring kingdom and an alliance would be beneficial to both of them, so an arrangement is set up

• neither of them want to marry each other, they haven’t even met in person, but they also know they don’t have a say so they accept their fate

• first impressions are kinda eh, but it could be worse. Shiho notes some baggage that she could care less about, but she does make friends with Kaito because I believe in kaishi supremacy (a brotp in this verse though sadly. I’ll have to dream of the stable boy steals the queen fic another day)

• they get married and do all the things a proper married future king and queen should do. There is a learning curve to get over during intimate times, but he gets it eventually. Even if they’re not in love, he does care about her pleasure which surprises her a lot

• slowly over the course they fall for each other, him more quickly cause this is my fic. But alas there is a kingdom to rule and a threat has been made on the Miyano’s land by a mutual enemy

• it gains momentum and Shiho cannot sit by and wait, so she asks to go home. She is of course denied since her job is to produce an heir which they have not been able to do despite trying. It’s only been a few months though, but you know how these things are

• she doesn’t listen and stows away anyway, Shinichi finds out and goes off after her even though the court does not approve. He does find her and saves her, but a lot of shit is happening and it’s way too dangerous to stay. She does manage to get in contact with her sister who tells her to leave and she promises to stay safe

• unfortunately the kingdom falls, her parents are killed and Akemi is nowhere to be found. This of course means war. But again as Shinichi isn’t the official king yet, the main concern is still to produce an heir. But knowing how these two have a rebellious streak, they’re sent away to another location until she conceives

• now of course she is not gonna be in the mood when her family has just been slaughtered. Which he also understands and meanwhile he wants to go back home to help defend their land. Their plans escaping leads no where, they’re not allowed to leave

• the tides turn in their favor, with part of her former land reclaimed and thus they’re allowed back on home grounds. But mostly because she is carrying their child now

• which means he can officially take over and be king now, while his parents retire and take over other responsibilities (most likely meaning gaining more land cause that’s all people in power care about). But of course they settle the war first, and they win.

• Shiho waits for news from her sister that never comes (admittedly I haven’t decided if she lived or not… we’re officially at the part of the fic where I’m just making it up as I go right now cause I can’t remember what my actual plan was) Shinichi grows on her and she does allow herself to actually fall in love with him. He’s been so supportive and he’s really good to her

• everything is good. He’s officially king, his queen is also in love with him and they’re about to welcome their first child. But that’s too easy, so of course someone who escaped the terrors of the Miyano’s kingdom collapsing found refuge here in the Kudos land but grew resentment and starts a rebellion to overthrow them

• it doesn’t exactly work, but they do find traitors within the realm. A beautiful baby girl is born and the kingdom is in celebration, Shinichi is thrilled even though the courts are upset and demand they try and have another child immediately because it needs to be a boy

• okay this is the reason why I don’t think I’ll be able to write this fic, cause while dreaming this verse my mind would not allow them to get their happy ending cause things keep going wrong every time they achieve it. Because the one person that started the rebellion is to be executed anyway so he decides to take his revenge which unfortunately means Shinichi ends up having to choose to save his wife or daughter

• he does try to save both, but he fails. And Shiho hates him for it. She thinks she’s cursed, she keeps losing her family. She still doesn’t know if her sister is alive and her daughter is now gone. All she has left is Shinichi, but before they even got together she had her whole family

• she obviously goes into a depressive state. And of course yet another invasion is happening cause news of a rebellion got out, so of course enemies are trying to strike when they think the kingdom is weak. Shinichi is stretched way too thin having to manage an impending war while his queen is plotting her own demise

• he decides to fix one problem at a time and try to do it without bloodshed first. So a pretend everything is going great gala is arranged. Shiho does play her role and fools everyone into thinking everything is fine when she is very much not. She still mourns, but her duty to her people forces her to pull it together for one night

• she’s gone by morning light. Shinichi goes mad trying to find her, only glad that talks of war have quieted down (thanks to his parents negotiating with other kingdoms and them fooling the rest that they’re fine, why else would they throw a party?) He finds her on the outskirts of town, she doesn’t want to see him since she still blames him for the loss of their child (though if we’re honest she’s more upset with herself)

• he apologizes (he did before also) and proclaims his love which she does not accept. He begs her to give them another chance (not that she has a choice cause divorce is not a thing here. She would just have to die or he dies, but she’s thinking the former) she refuses, but he’s the king so he wins so they go back to the island where they were forced to stay at until they conceived

• it’s also where they chose to keep their child’s gravesite. It was too painful for either of them to bear seeing it, so they chose to keep it here. And now all Shiho does is sit by her child’s tombstone

• the court has no heart and demands he produce an heir, but given the Queen’s inability to do so (since in their eyes it took them too long to conceive a child the first time plus it was a girl) so they take matters into their own hands, choosing other maidens who would be more than willing to carry the future heir to the kingdom (and maybe become Queen themselves in the process) This pisses Shinichi off, he makes it clear he will only have children with the woman he loves

• meanwhile this only adds to Shiho’s thinking that being born as a woman is a curse and this is her punishment for thinking she could be happy. Perhaps it’s a good thing her daughter will never get the chance to go through the same process as she is right now

• Shinichi refuses to be seduced and instead finally decides to sit with Shiho who wakes each morning to mourn their child. He normally waits until she finally sleeps at night to talk to their daughter himself, he didn’t want to trigger her more but evidently it’s not working. But also because he hates to admit that he failed

• he mans up and holds her, confessing his own guilt and how he wished it was him instead. He failed at being a father before he really got the chance, how can he be a good ruler is he can’t even protect his own family. Shiho stops blaming him, now that she knows he’s just as torn up about this as she is

• they actually try and have another child. They did try before during their grieving but it was more going through the motions and made them both feel worse. Eventually they managed to conceive again, but it takes a long while

• maybe they’re not meant to be parents together, she doesn’t understand why it’s not working. There must be something wrong with her. The kingdom needs an heir, so she gives her permission for him to have a child with someone else. He refuses, doubling down that he will only have a child with her

• they fall more in love with each other in the process and to help alleviate the stress of making babies. She starts getting into running a country. She was trained to do so for her own land, but now that she belongs to her husband she’s told to stay out of it. Shinichi values her opinion, especially knowing how smart she is, she was the key to several victories they held during the war and she was able to keep the people of the kingdom happy while he was away at the line of duty

• as assassination attempt is made on her life since women have no place in power and she isn’t even pregnant. Shinichi saves her, but she decides she hates being a damsel so she starts to take self defense lessons. At first he didn’t like it, thinking of himself as a failure that she has to learn to fight for herself. But she convinces him, if she had been able to hold her own in a fight then maybe they would still have to see daughter

• he allows her lessons to continue, but he insists on being her sparring partner (this is just because I want my golden otp represented, cause this is such a thing for my true otp) anyways they probably end up conceiving during one of these sessions

• it’s a boy this time! And everything is finally going great again. Except there is a jealous person who was promised by the court power and now that’s all gone. So another assassination attempt is made, but this time on Shinichi’s life

• Shinichi doesn’t hesitate to protect both Shiho and their baby, not realizing he is the target this time. Luckily the swordsman missed the mark and was apprehended but Shinichi is pretty badly hurt. Shiho has nightmares about this and spends the whole time by his side with their child, nursing him back to health

• because this is just gonna keep going if I don’t end it, and I really cannot deal with angst or mcd. We are going to say they lived happily ever after and nothing bad ever happens again (even though it probably does)

#shinshi #CoAi #cynply dreaming out loud #was watching bob’s burgers and now I’m stuck on the logic versus emotion thing again which has nothing to do with this verse #kinda but not exactly. but mainly I was thinking about the hanahaki verse #I seem to have a thing for him being in love with her while she kinda gives up

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noodlecupcakeswritings · 2 years

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An Eddie Munson Collection - Part 2 - Movie Date Night

Eddie and you go for your first proper date to a drive-in movie theatre with a few little extras afterward. More fluff and cuteness are to be found here.

A collection of Eddie Muson one shots ranging from fluffy to smutty. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist. If you liked what you read please leave some kudos or maybe a reblog or comment. Consider hitting the follow button too for more content.

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Horror movies, Language, Mentions of drugs and drug use

Part 2

Having just gotten a new car and a provisional license gave you much-needed freedom from home. It meant you could get to and from work easier and it meant you and Eddie could now do more with dates. It had only been two weeks and having beers after work Tuesdays was getting a little the same old. So now you had the car, it seemed only fitting to do a drive-in movie theatre date. And Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge had already been out a week, and you were desperate to see it.

Riffling through your closet, you looked for something that you would not only feel attractive in but also would be warm in. It was November, after all. You settled on your black ripped skinny jeans and a Black Sabbath shirt, which you tied up around your stomach, so it was cropped and showing just a little skin to tease. After doing your makeup and hair, you headed downstairs, narrowly avoiding a lecture from your father about what you wear wearing.

Throwing your jacket on the passenger seat, you finished lacing up your boots in the car before starting the engine. It was roughly twenty minutes to the trailer park and when you arrived; you parked outside what you hoped was Eddie’s trailer. He hadn’t been completely clear with the description. Putting your jacket on, you got out of the car and climbed the steps to the front door. Before you could even knock, it was thrown open by an excited-looking Eddie.

“Hi,” he greeted. You had a sneaking suspicion he had been waiting by the window for you to show up, which would explain why the door had opened so fast. If it were true, that just made him twice as adorable. “Hey, ready to go?” You asked. “Hell yeah.” Eddie locked up the trailer before following you to your car. Producing a cassette tape from his pocket, he glanced at you for permission to play his music in the car.

“Do you mind?” He asked. “Not at all.” Once the tape was in, Iron Maidens, ‘Where Eagles Dare’ played. You were going for a later showing of the movie in the hopes it would be quieter. The last thing you needed was the date to be interrupted by any of the jocks from Hawkins High. Eddie had already made it abundantly clear how much he despised Jason. A part of you was glad you were done with high school now so you could avoid the drama, but it was also fun when Eddie filled you in.

You didn’t mind that he was still technically in school; he was pretty determined to graduate next year. And it’s not like you were dating a minor. Okay, so your parents wouldn’t approve that you were dating someone like Eddie, but you would not let that stop you. They’d approve even less if they knew he sold drugs. Again, you didn’t mind when he gave you free weed. And it’s not like he forced you to take it or pushed it on to you, nor did he take much of it himself that it was a problem.

Eventually pulling up at the ticket booth, you handed over the cash for the tickets. “Popcorn?” Eddie asked. “It wouldn’t be a movie date if we didn’t get popcorn.” Eddie handed you a ten-dollar bill, telling you to get whatever other snacks you wanted. You ordered two drinks and a pack of strawberry Twizzlers too. Eddie took the snacks from you so you could keep your hands on the wheel as you drove to the numbered spot. “You’ve seen the first one, right?” You asked. “Of course, I mean I’m more into Leatherface or Michael. But Freddy’s cool.”

“Freddy’s hot,” you said seriously. Eddie paused, glancing at you with a frown. Obviously, he’d missed the joke. “He’s hot because those parents set him on fire, duh,” you explained with a chuckle. Eddie burst out laughing, finally in on the joke. He was laughing so hard that he almost spilled one of the drinks. Smiling at the noise, you felt a sense of pride having gotten your date to laugh that hard. Normally it was the guy’s job to be funny, but fuck those stereotypes.

“That’s a good one, you really had me for a second,” Eddie said between chuckles. “I can reassure you, burnt guys are not my type.” “Good, I don’t think I’m willing to go to that great a length to impress you.” “But what lengths are you willing to go to?” “Hmm, well, I wanted to keep it a secret until it was completely ready, but I may be in the process of writing a song for you.” You couldn’t hide how surprised and flattered you were. Eddie Munson was so inspired by his feelings for you that he was writing a song. You’d never had such a grand gesture before.

“Well, as excited as I am to hear it, I want to hear it in full. So don’t tell me anything until it’s ready,” you explained. “I wasn’t going to. I’m not giving you a single lyric until it’s done.” The screen up ahead turned on and trailers started to play. Eddie put your drinks in the cup holders, and the popcorn sat between you both. Pulling your straw out of the top of your cup, you replaced it with a Twizzler and took a sip. Eddie raised an eyebrow, a soft smile on his face.

“What? They double as perfectly good straws. And it’s good for the environment as you eat it once you’re done,” you said a little defensively. “I’ve never considered it that way before. You’re so weird. But like in a good way, a way that matches my weird.” “Good save there, Munson.”

Finally, the movie started, Eddie reaching for a handful of popcorn before practically shoveling it into his mouth. “You’re not gonna get scared, are you?” He asked. “Why? You need an excuse to put your arm around me?” “Hey, I didn’t know what boundaries there may or may not be. Whilst most guys go straight in with one thing on their mind regardless of the girl’s feelings, I’m not like that.” “No, you’re not. But we’re also not teens anymore. If it feels right, do it.”

With that, Eddie put his arm around you and pulled you in a little closer. He didn’t try to cop a feel or anything to make you uncomfortable. Both of you reached for the popcorn at the same time, your hands brushing against each other. That familiar spark was back between you, his touch awaken something within you. Meeting each other’s gaze, Eddie Munson was once again all you could focus on. Leaning in, your lips met in a gentle, hesitant kiss. Both of you were now sure that the other was comfortable and kissed again.

The second kiss was full of confidence and longing. As if both of you had been starved of a good kiss for years. You wanted to take it further, but there were enough people around that you stayed in your seat. Even if you wanted to straddle him and take things much further. Eddie seemed the type of guy to kiss and not tell. He knew how to keep such intimate things to himself, unlike most guys who liked to brag about their conquests to their buddies afterward.

Pulling away, you noticed the soft smile on his face, the devotion in his eyes. It was enough to make your heart swell. “As much as I would like to make out with you, there’s people around, and I also really wanted to watch this movie,” you giggled. “It’s cool, I get it. That stuffs private, something that should just be between us.” “Exactly, I’m so glad you get it. It’s exhausting trying to find a guy who gets it.” His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

Afterward, you both watched the movie, completely unphased by the horror and gore elements. If anything, both of you were fascinated when Freddy tore himself out of Jesse’s body, both of you watching with jaws open in awe. “That’s fucking awesome,” Eddie mused. When the movie finished, you noticed how fast other cars were getting out of there, which just caused traffic to build up. You decided you would wait for a little while until it calmed down.

Besides, both of you were keen to discuss your thoughts and feelings about the movie. “I mean, we knew it wasn’t going to be as good as the first one,” Eddie declared. “True, but I guess my expectations were a little high. It felt like Freddy was hardly in it. The only good scene really was the pool massacre.” “Right, I still can’t get over the scene where he came out of Jesse’s chest. That was insane.” There was still plenty of popcorn left to snack on, so you both started trying to throw it into each other’s open mouths and seeing who could score the most points.

Eddie won with a total of ten whilst you lagged behind with a total of four. The theatre was mostly empty now. But you didn’t want this night to be over yet, you didn’t want to have to say goodbye now. “Did you wanna get burgers?” You asked. “Sure. There should still be a few places open this late. Even if it’s just a shitty little diner.” Driving out of the theatre, you headed into town looking for a place that still had its lights on and an ‘open’ sign on the door.

When you found one, you parked up and headed inside, unsure if to grab a table or not. “Do you wanna eat here or in the car?” You asked. “I have a better place we can eat. Cheeseburgers good?” “Yeah.” Eddie went up to the counter and ordered the food, handing over another crumpled ten dollars. You already noticed the looks you two were getting from the waitress and suppressed an eye roll. The moment the bag was placed on the counter, Eddie snatched it up and grabbed your hand to pull you out of the door.

Your hand fit nicely in his, and the sudden gesture distracted you from the staring. It almost felt like two puzzle pieces that just slotted into place perfectly, two pieces that had always meant to be together. The warmth of his skin and the cold metal of his rings were an odd but welcome contrast. Getting back in the car, you followed Eddie’s directions. Soon you found yourself out of the city and down darker, quieter roads.

“Eddie, this is looking kinda sketchy. You’re not taking me out to murder me, right?” You joked. “I wouldn’t have brought you a burger if I was planning on murdering you.” Both of you laughed at his joke before Eddie told you to head up another dimly lit road. At the top was a lookout point, overlooking the entire of Hawkins. And there wasn’t another car in sight, it was just the two of you. “You come here often?” You asked with a smirk as you realized how cheesy that question sounded.

“Yeah. Normally, I come here when I want to be alone. But now I like the idea of being alone with you.” Sometimes Eddie Munson was too sweet for his own good, this was one of those times. You felt flattered that he wanted to share his private spot with you; it was like he was letting you in more emotionally and you welcomed every part he wanted to show you. Leaning over, you kissed his cheek, feeling his smile grow. The truth was, you liked being alone with him, too.

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