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mothwingwritings · 4 months

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BTD/TPOF Valentine's Gifts To You~<3

Look I know Valentine’s was days ago but it’s one of my favorite holidays and I have no chill, so you all have to deal with the residual now. (*-`ω´- )人

THAT BEING SAID- here's a little 'what kinds of gifts/experiences the Boyfriend To Death/The Price Of Flesh crew would lavish you with on Valentine's day' imagine, let’s gooo!!! I hope you all enjoy!

18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Warnings: Abuse, implied past kidnapping, reader getting hurt, torture, noncon, dubcon, (please forgive the pun but) horrible people taking a stab at an ounce of ‘affection’ and mostly just making things more dreadful for you.

I hope you all enjoy! ˘³˘

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

Ren🦊- Will actually get you a sweet gift, something that he put time and thought into. Chocolates, a stuffed animal, a cute outfit, a figure of your favorite game/anime character that you have been eying, maybe even all of the above if he has the budget (honestly probably all of the above even if he doesn’t have the budget). He’ll present it really cutely too, like rose petal’s littering the ground leading you to the room where all the gifts are neatly displayed, giving a little ‘tah-dah!’ as soon as you discover them. He gets really excited watching you open them, explaining his reasoning behind each and every item he purchased/made you.

“All the chocolates in store looked boring, so I decided to make you some! I added your favorite ingredients, so I hope you like them!”

“This stuffed fox was too cute to leave behind and, well… I was hoping maybe it would sort of remind you of me? Anyway, I couldn’t leave the store without him! He belongs snuggled in your arms, just like I do!”

Just be mindful that in return he’s probably gonna put on a ‘cute romance anime’ of his choosing to end the night and that ‘cute romance anime’ is 100% just going to be hentai. From there, one thing will lead to another and he’ll make sure he gets a nice Valentine’s gift too. :) Oh, and if you don't like any of the gifts... It's best just to keep it to yourself. He'd hate to have to ruin the nice time you are having on this great holiday because you are being ungrateful.

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Lawrence🪴- Flowers is a no brainer, but he doesn’t want to give you something that’s too cliché or that you’ll just throw in a vase to watch slowly die. After mulling it over he decides to give you something with a little more meaning-a plant from his collection that he planted and grew himself. He would most likely pick something like an aglaonema (its valentine colored, right?) or some kind of succulent because they are easier to take care of. He’s a little worried that you are gonna find such a gift weird or see it as a hassle, that no matter how little maintenance the plant takes you’ll just let it end up dying regardless. But he supposes if anything this will be a good test of your bond-will you cherish and nurture the gift he gives you, or will you discard it and let it wither? Don’t make the wrong choice here, it would break his heart. (And your life honestly depends on it.)

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Strade🔪- You were dreading what kind of ‘present’ this man would concoct for you on Valentine’s day, but to your complete surprise he actually prepares something shockingly thoughtful for you. He’s set up a nice little homemade dinner for the two of you in the living room, complete with mood lighting (you hoped he didn’t have any surprise uses for the candles that burned around you), nice dishes and silverware (a rare luxury, considering how he usually makes you eat your food) and some wild flowers he had picked from out in the yard (did they have thorns? Were you gonna find that out the hard way?). The dinner itself is one of your favorite meals, and while it was maybe a tad bit overcooked and plated sloppily, it still tasted incredibly good. The catch? Well, I mean you have to have some kind of entertainment while you eat, right? Good thing Strade has a plethora of ‘home videos’ on deck to enjoy with you while you have your lovely little feast. Maybe watching them will spark something between you two, it’s certainly going to put him in the mood to reenact them with you. It’s Valentine’s Day afterall, why not have a little fun? <3

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Celia👩‍💼- It really just depends on her mood or what is happening the day of. You may end up getting something nice, a little reward from her for being such a good and obedient pet. She’ll gift you something thoughtful and sweet, like a nice piece of jewelry, expensive chocolate, or finely aged wine that costs more than you make in an entire month. She’ll be relaxed and pleased as she watches you enjoy her gift, taking satisfaction in how easy it was for her to delight you. On the other hand, if she is in a horrible mood or (god forbid) was forced to spend the holiday with her husband, the only thing you are going to be receiving is the brunt of her frustrations. If he bought her chocolates she’d force you to eat them all in one go, prying your mouth open to shove them in herself if you refuse to do it on your own, cramming them in until you nearly choke. If he bought her flowers she’d flog you with the bouquet, rose thorns tearing into your flesh until you were left in a pile of petals and your own blood, body littered with lacerations and angry red welts. Whatever half assed gift she was given or horrible date she was put through, has now become your problem as she uses you as an outlet for her resentment. And for the final celebratory Valentine’s act, she’d use you however she saw fit to get off (because she sure as hell isn’t getting any pleasure anywhere else tonight). Mine as well make the most of her time with her little sweetheart before she’s forced to go back and face whatever is waiting for her back home. You understand, right honey?

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Derek🦂- Honestly he forgets it’s Valentine’s Day, but it really doesn’t matter. He wasn’t going to go out of his way to get you anything or do anything for you anyway. If anything, he’d buy something for himself that he can either use on you or force you into for his own personal amusement. Some kind of constricting, demeaning latex gimp suit, or maybe a new whip he can assault you with. The more it hurts or humiliates you the better, because nothing brings him more pleasure than watching you suffer and squirm. Regardless of if he remembers the holiday or not, he’ll probably just spend the day mocking, assaulting, and/or torturing you anyway-once he recognizes the date, he may even go a little harder than usual as a treat to himself. What are you gonna do, cry because your ‘Valentine’ is being mean to you? Hearing you beg, curse, moan, and scream in agony over all that he’s putting you through only makes it better, sweetheart. Like music to his ears! Even though it’s far from your intention, you are the best Valentine he’s ever had and though he won��t admit it, he’s thankful to you for that. Then again, maybe the holiday is just making him feel particularly sappy… Has he ever told you how pretty your tear stained face looks when you are choking on his dick, struggling to breathe as he forces himself down your throat? He’ll have to take a picture to show you next time.

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Mason🌲- He’s not very well versed with the ‘typical’ things people want or do for Valentine’s Day, and quite honestly, he finds it all rather obnoxious. To him it’s just some big show, a way for corporations to profit off people’s affections and sex drives to get them to spend money on cheap tokens of affection. Flower bouquets? They’ll just die. Stuffed animals? There’s no point to them. Jewelry? Useless baubles. No, the TRUE way to show your love for someone is through an EXPERIENCE. And what better experience is there then the thrill of nature? Maybe that makes him seem like a one trick pony- he did first meet you by purchasing you for his hunt, after all. But things were different now, you have proven yourself to him, proven that you have the know-how to survive out in the wilds. Now that you mastered it, you can truly enjoy it. He can tell you still didn’t really trust him (and honestly he isn’t sure you ever truly will) but he has faith you’ll eventually come around to this new way of life with him. He loves taking you out hunting and camping, the excitement he feels stalking his prey, the sense of purpose and connection he experiences living off of nature’s bounty, he’s found its much more enjoyable with you by his side. He hopes you feel it too- the buzz coursing through the air as he finally corners his quarry, how rousing it is when you land the final blow and get to drag your prize back home. He makes you watch as he skins and cleans them, finding importance in the act. You need to witness him doing his craft, learn from him, and really understand that you’re relying on him for your survival. Afterall it’s just the two of you out here now, it’s better to get used to it sooner rather than later. Come on, it’s time you took part in helping him prepare his slaughter. After you are done he’ll use the meat to cook you something nice, or prepare you some jerky so you’ll have something to snack on. This lifestyle is his ongoing gift to you, darlin’. Happy Valentine’s Day. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

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fair-city-packs · 14 days

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hello! we would like to request a songtive! specifically one of "sin" by nine inch nails! although if you know any of their other songs, feel free to take inspiration from their other work too.

this headmate would be a trauma holder for some specific things that the song reminds us of as well as an anger holder. he would be an aroace transmasc gay man who uses he/it, but xenogenders/etc. and neopronouns would be appreciated! (additionally about identity stuff: he doesn't have to be strictly aromantic, it can be some variant on mspec gay, please include kins as long as it's not media-sourced, and feel free to make it objectum if you can think of objects it would like.)

this headmate would like industrial music and heavy metal, but feel free to give him any interests as long as it's not specific pieces of media. holders in our system for the particular traumas tend to have some connection to weirdcore or death so feel free to incorporate that, too. themes that are common to my system that it would be likely to pick up include goth, rats, space, horror, and goats. also for names it would make sense to call him "nails" but please don't choose that as it's very close to a friend's name.

picrew and faceclaim are optional! oh and he'd be 30, which is our bodily age. thank you in advance for your time! -🐀🔮👽

Okay I'm not gonna lie, I had to look up the lyrics of this song to get the vibe-- /lh

BUT!

Imma try my best!

🤖

A Robot Has Brought Your Delivery!

Name(s): Saint, Sin, Lie, Raven, Crow, Adam, Alroy, Blaze, Auburn, Jasper

Pronouns: He / It / Stab / Blood / Pure / Purity / Sin / Anger / Angry / Kiss / Steal / Control / They / Fight / Lie / Liar

Would you like suggested neopronouns?: Yes

Gender(s): Mascflux, Mxsculine, Boyflux, Boyrevived, Gravmoussic, Bodyhorroric, Anomalmasc

Would you like suggested xenogenders?: Yes

Orientation(s): AroAce

Objectum Attractions (Optional): Abandum, Conceptum

Age(s): 30 years old

Species: Elf

Source(s): Sin by Nine Inch Nails

Role(s): Trauma Holder, Anger Holder

Kin(s): Demonkin, Caninekin, Wolfkin (some suggestions)

Personality traits/details: Hard outer shell, hot-headed, hopeless romantic, has the tendency to lie, may come off as distant or cold

Likes: Industrial Music, Heavy Metal, Deathcore, Weirdcore, Graveyards, Nighttime, Goth Aesthetic, Crows, Ravens, Birds of all kinds, Bird watching, Space, Astrology

Dislikes: Pastel colors, Bright colors, Empty spaces, Large spaces, Very small spaces

Sign Off: - 💋🔪, - 💮🔥, - 💔

Extra details:

Faceclaim:

Would you like a picrew?: Yes

PICREW

I hope he works well in your system! Thank you for requesting! - 🤖

#🤖 alter pack by mod tobey #🤖 posted by mod tobey #alter packs #alter pack #build a headmate #build a system #build an alter #anti radqueer #anti endo dni #pro endo #anti transx #🐀🔮👽anon

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lifewiththelulus · 8 months

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Young Cirrus Meeting Kindlin during a class kickball game. Cirrus keeps missing the ball and gets depressed about it. then sees Kin failing just as hard but still having fun.

So they met when Cirrus wasn't out yet right

correct. before Cirrus even knew being trans could be a thing. Ox didn't have a lot of friends and used to be ashamed for liking things that were traditionally feminine. Mostly due to the parents. Bog was cool with Ox doing whatever he wanted, but never really joined in on the fun. Kindlin was the first best friend they had.

I think Cirrus would be Kindlin's closest friend as a child She was never really open about her home life, but Cirrus kept Kindlin from completely giving up on connecting with other people

It made it all the more devastating when Cirrus eventually left

Even sadder, Cirrus never got to say good bye, Her granny at the time lived a little further from her old school, and fell into a deep depression, even after she came out and got some mental help, she didn't think Kin would want to see her again, after she avoided talking to her for years.

Poor Kindlin thought for a long time she did something wrong and that's why Cirrus just ghosted her. She didn't know about what happened probably since she never said goodbye. Kindlin was really depressed for a while cus it felt like everyone eventually leaves

When they bumped into each other again Kindlin was overjoyed but still had that feeling like she still might not be good enough for cirrus to stay her friend this time

When they meet again, Crissus apologizes constantly and promises to be a better friend. Hoping now that she's changed things can be better.

Kindlin is just glad to know it wasn't anything she did She still feels bad about her parents though and tells her she knows what it's like to lose a parent so she can come to her whenever she needs. They definitely have a little cry and a big hug when they meet again

Their shocked faces when they realized there feelings for each other had not faded but instead grew stronger.

Kindlin going home with a huge smile for once 😭 When Cirrus first says her name tho. "who is this really cute girl and how does she know my name??"

Kindlin: "Oh geez, why is this cute girl hugging me to death now? //0 0//"

From the moment Cirrus walked back into her life she was already crushing XD Just didn't know it yet lmaoo

Cirrus definitely helped her stop repressing her emotions She hadn't done it for long but was starting to slip into it so Cirrus popping up again was sort of needed in her life

Cirrus making up for all the times Kin kept her from repressing when she was younger by doing the same.

When Kindlin was gonna leave the city she wasn't gonna say anything to anyone So no one knows she was even gonna leave except for Birch

Imagine Birch not knowing Kindlin never told Cirrus And she brings it up one day "I'm so glad Kindlin decided not to leave the city. She's so much happier than the night I found her."

"Leave???? Found her?? What are you talking about? Didn't she apply for this job?"

"…. oh."

It's the only time Kindlin straight up lied to Cirrus face

Kindlin just told Cirrus was going through a few family issues and that is was nothing to worry about, she didn't even know her dad had died. She was heartbroken that Kin never told her.

Kindlin probably didn't even say what the truth was until she was pushed She kept saying it was nothing until she broke down and poured it all out Her dad dying when she was little, her mom emotionally abandoning her, Cirrus leaving, Ruby leaving, Lily stabbing her in the back… It was all too much so she was gonna run away to elementopolis to try a new life but Birch brought her in from the storm and offered her a job after a couple days. She was definitely apologizing a lot for lying and making such immature choices

Once Cirrus hears her crying she feels guilty knowing her leaving was part of her trauma. So she promises her she will never abandon her again, even if everyone and everything goes against them, because knowing was the best thing to ever happen to her, and she'll never take that for granted again.

Kindlin just hugged her and didn't let go Kindlin usually doesn't cry but Cirrus' words made her a sobbing mess

She holds her until she stops

#falls on her face 🛹#the world is a stage! 🌟

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opheliawillowbrook · 3 years

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How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

If you enjoyed that feel free to leave me kudos 👉 here on Ao3 lol. If you have any remdom prompts send them my way; maybe I’ll feel inspired 😘

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Next of Kin (Part 2)

Birds of Prey x Sionis-Zsasz!reader

warnings:

a/n: HDTVTVRBEHS IM SO SORRY I COMPLETELY ABANDONED THAT STORY OH MY GOD im gonna be honest with you guys. its not good. i forgot the original ending i wanted.

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prologue part 1

“Boss?” You heard a henchman wake you from your slumber in your own room. Opening your eyes to complete darkness, you tried not to lose your temper.

“What the hell do you want?” You asked with a huff.

“Right, uh, you told us to tell you when we had a location on those ‘Birds of Prey’ or whatever...we do.” You ripped your sleeping mask off of your eyes and bolted out from under the satin covers.

“You do?! Where? Tell me now!” You shouted while scrambling across the room to get yourself ready for this spur of the moment fight. The blue robe you wore dropped to the ground just before you pulled on a pair of pants and continued. You had to look good for this special occasion.

“A old factory, I guess. ACE or some shit.” He shrugged, looking away respectfully as you got your clothes on.

“ACE Chemicals?” You pulled the shoulder holster over your arms and covered it with a jacket, waiting for the oaf to confirm.

“Uh, I think so.” He was basically useless, an alarm clock at best. You swiped your weapons from your nightstand and pushed past him, ready to end a few lives. It was an eye for two eyes kind of situation.

“Should I call for backup?” He followed behind you as weapons were shoved into all sorts of pockets on your person, so you did what any reasonable person would do and shot him in the foot, the sweet sound of a yelp calmed your shaky nerves.

“Did I say we should call for backup? No, so don’t ask.” He dropped to the floor as he clutched onto his injured appendage, but you just kept on walking. This was personal, you were the only one who could avenge Dad and Papa Vic.

Now you were jogging to the car and stepping on the gas the moment you sat in the driver’s seat. There was no time to lose, no time at all. It was a bit relaxing to hear Britney Spears on the radio as you cut off traffic over and over again. There was a moment of contemplation when someone honked their horn at you, and I mean contemplation of murder. You were going to murder the person honking at you.

But you didn’t have time to stop. Who knows how long those little Birds would be at the factory and how long it’d be until you caught them again. So upon arrival, you ran to the trunk and pulled out the Thompson, your lovely little submachine gun.

With that rested over your shoulder, you left the car running and walked straight into the factory. There was no telling what they were doing here, but damn all the dangers of walking into a severely damaged chemical plant. You wanted your revenge, even if you didn’t make it out of here alive. Ideally, yes, you’d live the rest of your days sleeping peacefully knowing that you put your parent’s killers down, but as long as they were gone, you’d be fine with whatever may happen.

“This is officially the final step to my breakup! This is where I became ‘Harley Quinn.’” You heard a familiar annoying voice echo through the abandoned building.

“This place is starting to creep me out...” Another voice muttered, the voice of a singer. Someone who you and your family trusted until she stabbed you each in the back. God, your blood was boiling just thinking about having relations to these cruel women. But luckily for you, you were about to return a favor.

There’s one little detail I left out, you have been carrying a single hand grenade on your person since you learned about your Dad’s cause of death. It was the perfect revenge. In your head, at least. You yanked the ring with your teeth, you just had to give it a try! But grenades don’t work like that, that’s just a trope in media to made it look badass, as if a giant explosion isn’t badass enough. So you pulled the ring with all your might, this time with your fingers, and popped the pin out. The girls had yet to notice your presence, but that was about to change.

Timing was everything here: you had to give yourself time to escape, but you couldn’t give them time to escape. Maybe ypu should have thought this through before pulling the pin.

Fuck it, toss! The Birds were standing on the grates of the second floor, so there was an alerting clink when the bomb landed.

“Oh, shit!” Harley screamed and bolted. “Run for it!” As they scattered in all different directions, you spectated in excitement. The one that killed Papa Vic, the Crossbow Killer, hopped off the platform and landed on the concrete rubble below, then the sudden force of the explosion pushed them every which way. You, too, actually.

“What the hell? Who’s here?!” Canary cried as she checked her face for cuts, finding blood on her hands. Each of you was covered in dirt and grime, blood and bruises.

“Everyone okay?” The cop asked her company and heard a bundle of groans from the pack, could be worse?

Oh, it could be worse...especially once you revealed yourself to the little ragtags.

“Hi there!” You introduced. “A few of you remember me, huh? Hey, Harley, Miss Lance.” You waved with a pistol in your hand and Papa Vic’s sharp gift in the other.

“‘Course you’re here for revenge.” Harley blew a raspberry as she crossed her arms, but the rest of the group just stared at you. “You’re dads started it.”

“Wait, they were together?” Cass asked the wrong question at the wrong time.

“Shut up, kid. Love you.” Harley pushed the child out of the way and stepped forward. “So ya wanna get back at us, huh? Got it all planned out? Ya don’t have the discipline, sweetie. That’s what did your dads in.”

“Quiet!” You shouted with a haunting similarity to Roman. “Listen, I don’t need to kill all of you. I’d really love to, but I won’t.” You explained as you paced around shifting bricks. “Harley and the crossbow girl are who I really want. I thought about offing the songbird for being a narc, but if she flies away now, maybe I’ll let her go.”

“My name is Huntress.” The girl in distasteful purple makeup growled, you just had to laugh.

“I don’t give a shit what your name is, I just care how you die.” You held the blade out for her to see. “Stab my Papa through the neck, I do the same. It’s only fitting I use the knife he gave me to do it. Poetic, huh?”

“I wasn’t even the one that killed him! Technically it was the kid, tell ‘em!” Said the Joker’s ex-lady.

“Wow, thanks for throwing me under the bus!” Cassandra threw her hands up and you pointed your bedazzled gun at Harley’s chest. “Shit, look out!”

“It might not be a grenade, but it still goes ‘boom.’” You slowly tightened your finger around the trigger, but ducked and missed when a brick came flying towards you, courtesy of Little Miss Trouble.

“Fuck’s sake!” You screamed and came running towards the other target, who flipped you over her back, causing you to land on yours. I can’t even describe the noise you made.

“I had been planning to kill Victor Zsasz for years, alright? I had every right to do so.” She went off for the team to witness. “He murdered my entire family in front of me when I was a child! Do you know what it’s like to be an orphan?!” Huntress’s voice was sharp and rough, there was a slim chance that she’d be taking any more shit today.

“Yes, you idiot.” You glared up at her while she planted a foot on either side of your torso, aiming an arrow at your head. “I was adopted by Roman and Vic after they found me on the street.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that they took everything from me.” The others simply watched the show, how could they not? Helena’s stone-cold voice was chilling.

“And what do you think you did to me?” You asked with and unsteady tone. “I’m a goddamn orphan again!” You caught the back of her knee and escaped her reach for just a moment as you leveled the field by drawing your weapon once more. “I had it good before you came in and ruined it all.”

“Your fathers were the scum of the Earth, the world’s better without them.” It was a wonder how none of her team had hopped in yet, but it worked out for you. “If you thought they deserved to live, you would’ve shot me by now.”

“She’s got a point, y/n/n.” Harley chimed in, throwing you right off your rhythm. Leaving it to the psychiatrist to evaluate you during something like this. “Remember our nights at the club? I saw how controlling Romy was over ya. An’ how Vicky kept secrets. An’ how they put ya into some really uncomfortable situations an’ whatnot. I dunno what when on behind closed doors, but...admit it, y/n, it wasn’t as perfect as ya make it out ta be.”

“They did their best.” You watched each face turn to pity you, it broke you all over again. “Fuck! Fuck you guys!” You dropped your guard and pouted at how easily manipulated you could be.

“That’s more like it.” Renee chuckled as Dinah walked past her. Dinah had seen just as much as Harley, that’s why she went right up to you and took you in her arms.

“You should stick with us for a while. I promise we aren’t that bad.”

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thebadgerclan · 3 years

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Seconds Away

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader (Golden Era)

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Death was seconds away from both of you...

The reader loses part of her leg in this, there’s nothing graphic depicted, but she does lose a leg.

A/N: Idk if the killing curse works the way I wrote it to, but let’s pretend it does 😂

Curses flew in every direction, some missing you only by inches. When you’d arrived with other members of the Order moments ago, you found that Harry and his friends were grossly outnumbered: two Death Eaters for every one of them. You’d known that Harry might try and get into the Ministry, but you never thought he’d actually do it. You thought he’d have taken his Occlumency seriously, you thought he’d place more value on his friends’ lives. But you could scold and yell at him later, right now, your focus was getting him, his friends, yourself, and your fiance out of here alive.

Lucius Malfoy had just been knocked flat on his back by Mad-Eye, Tonks was duelling Rodolphus, and Kingsley was taking on Dolohov. Remus was herding the kids out of the room and to safety, and you allowed yourself a moment to breathe. Four Death Eaters were Petrified or Stunned on the ground, the rest still duelling. Your fiance, Sirius, had just Petrified Lucius, and he wore a triumphant smirk. But you saw what he didn't, and you wanted to scream.

Bellatrix had appeared behind him, and what happened next seems to be in slow motion. Her wand was drawn, pointed directly at Sirius. Her lips hadn’t formed the curse yet, hadn’t spoken the words, but she didn’t need to. She had murder in her eyes, and you were moving before you realized it. Sirius saw you running towards him, and he smiled, not knowing death was seconds away. You, Sirius, and Bellatrix all spoke at once:

“Y/N!” “NO!” “Avada Kedavra!” You shoved Sirius to the ground, landing atop him, and stabbing, searing pain hit your leg. “Y/N!” Sirius screamed, face terrified and pale. “Oh my god, Y/N!” You were dizzy, black shapes popping over your vision, and you so desperately wanted to sleep. “Stay with me, baby, keep those eyes open for me. HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” Bellatrix raised her wand to strike again, but she was knocked off her feet by a spell.

Remus was sprinting towards you, horror on his face. You were paler than anyone had ever seen you, your left leg bent at an odd angle. “Get her out of here,” the lycanthrope instructed, voice hard and level. “We’ll take care of things here, Harry’s safe, get her out!” Sirius nodded, lifting you into his arms and Apparating away. You were fading in and out of consciousness, you had no idea what was happening or where you were; all you knew was that Sirius was holding you.

Death was near, you were certain, and if you were going to die, you were happy to go in your love’s arms. “Someone help me!” Sirius shouted, and you heard several pairs of feet running towards you. “Merlin’s beard!” “What happened?” “Is she dead?” “Not, but she will be if you don’t help!” One of the people approached you, a young woman in green robes, and you realized you were at St. Mungo’s. “Good Godric,” the healer said. “Come on, we’re getting her to a room.”

Sirius began running down the hall, jostling you slightly in his arms, and you whined. “It’s alright, baby,” he soothed, eyes darting down to yours. “We’re gonna get you help. Just stay with me.” A moment later, Sirius laid you on a bed, and a flurry of healers surrounded you, pushing Sirius from sight. They were all talking over one another, and you were woozy, and you only caught snatches of what they said. “KIlling Curse… never seen this…necrosis, it’s spreading…” You heard Sirius gasp from behind the crowd of healers, and you wanted him near you desperately.

One of the healers turned to address Sirius after casting several diagnostics. “It’s a miracle she’s alive,” he said, and Sirius nodded curtly. “She was hit in the left shin with the Killing Curse, but you know that. The limb is dead, and the curse is spreading, and fast. We need to amputate to stop it and save her, and we need your consent.” “M-mine?” Sirius stammered, overwhelmed with information. “Yes, Y/N is in no state to consent to a procedure like this, and there’s no time to track down a next of kin. But I have to ask, what is your relationship to Y/N.”

“I’m her fiance,” Sirius said. “And please, save her, do whatever you have to do.” The healer nodded and turned back to the bed, barking instruction to his fellows. The bottom portion of your leg was grey, the tissue dead, and the color was rising rapidly. Sirius couldn’t look away as the healers worked, expertly cutting through skin, muscle, and bone, until your left leg ended just above where your knee is--was. The healers healed the rest of your leg, leaving a smooth, unscarred stump.

You’d passed out completely, or maybe the healers knocked you out, Sirius didn’t know, but when they stepped away, you were unconscious, looking as if you were simply asleep. “She’ll be fine,” the healer said, wiping his forehead. “She’ll be asleep for a while, but she’ll be alright. I’ll get you the information of a woman who makes magical prosthetics. If you hadn’t come when you did, Y/N might not have made it.” The healer clapped Sirius on the shoulder and exited, leaving the two of you alone.

Sirius pulled a chair over to your bedside and sat down, taking your hand in his, kissing it tenderly. “Y/N, darling,” he whispered, though no one else was here. “Please. You’ve got to wake up. Please, baby, I need you. Please wake up.” Sirius wasn’t sure how long he sat for, eyes trained on your face, your hand in his, occasionally kissing it and telling you how much he loved you. The healers came in a few times to check on you, each time telling Sirius that you were doing well and not to worry.

“She’ll wake soon, don’t worry.” But Sirius did worry, quite a bit, actually. The sun was peeking over the horizon now, and Sirius remained at your side, unwilling to leave for even a second. His legs were asleep and his back ached, but he didn��t care. All he cared about was you. Sirius nearly flew out of his seat when you moaned, and his heart began to race. “Y/N? Y/N, baby, can you hear me?” “Hmmm, Sirius?”

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face, and he moved closer to you, squeezing your hand. “Yeah, baby, I’m here. Can you look at me, sweetheart?” You did, slowly rolling your head over the pillow to look at your fiance. When your eyes met, it was like a bucket of cold water was dumped over your head, and you sat bolt upright. “Harry! Sirius, where’s Harry, is he alright? Are his friends alright? Oh god, is anyone dead?” “Hey, shhhh,” he soothed. “Lie down, puppy, everyone’s fine. Harry and his friends are back at Hogwarts, everyone from the Order’s fine, we’re all fine.”

You looked around, taking in your surroundings. “What happened?” Sirius knew you weren’t asking about the battle, you were asking what happened to you. He took a deep breath, squeezing your hand again. “Bellatrix hit your leg with the Killing Curse,” he began, stroking your knuckles. “Your leg...it started dying, and it was spreading fast. I brought you here, and they-” Sirius broke off, remembering your amputated leg for the first time.

“They what, Sirius? What did they do?” He sighed, tears pricking at his eyes. But he had to be strong for you now. “They had to cut off your leg, Y/N.” Your eyes widened, and you threw back the thin blankets, seeing the absence of your lower left leg. “Oh my god,” was breathed, and Sirius stood, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting an arm around you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, it was the only way to save you. Are you alright?”

In truth, you were devastated, but if you were either going to lose part of your leg of your life, you’d pick the former every time. “I’m in shock, I think,” you said. “But I will be.” Sirius nodded, scooting closer to you. “I couldn’t let her hurt you,” you went on, the words spilling without your knowledge. “She was going to kill you, Sirius, I could feel it. And I couldn’t let her do that. I had to save you. And if it meant my death, then-” You choked, a sob breaking forth. Everything hit you at once: how close Sirius had come to death, how close Harry and his friends had come to death, how close you had come to death.

Sirius pulled you tight against his chest as you sobbed, rubbing your back as the breath caught in your throat, kissing your head as your tears soaked his shirt. You cried for 20 minute without pause, letting the anger, fear, and sadness of the day past wash over you. When you calmed, Sirius gently tipped your head up so he could look at you. Your eyes were red and puffy, and your nose was running. “We almost died today,” you said, voice hoarse from crying. “Sirius, fuck, we almost died.”

“But we didn’t,” he said, cupping your cheek, kissing your forehead. “We’re alive, Y/N. Everyone survived. Yeah, a few people got hurt, but we’re all alive.” “I almost lost you.” Sirius kissed you again, your lips this time, and you leaned into his touch. “I almost lost you too, Y/N. But neither of us lost each other today, we’re alright. Hurt? Yeah, but alive.”

You were crying again, tears silent this time, and Sirius wiped them away. “Sirius?” “Yeah?” “Will you hold me?” “Of course I will, puppy.” Sirius gently lifted you, careful not to jostle you too much in case you were in pain, and sat in the center of the bed, settling you in his lap and draping the blankets back over your lap. You snuggled into his chest, winding your arms around his neck, his arms around your middle.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” “I love you too, Sirius. I love you more than anything.” He held you tighter, rubbing your back sweetly. “Does it hurt?” he asked, and you shook your head. “No, not at all.” “Good. We’ll get through this, puppy, we always do.” You nodded, lifting your head to kiss him. “I know we will. I love you, Sirius.” “I love you too.” Death was mere seconds, inches away today, but it passed you by, granting you more time with the man you loved.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert

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catachan-jungle-fighter · 3 years

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John Geist: The Old Wolf

John whistles as he sharpens a wooden stake, Peacebringer slowly carving the wood into the proper shape he wanted, and he says "What makes me who I am? What shaped the Old Wolf and created the Revenant... I'll tell ya when I feel like it." He laughs and throws his blade into the air before catching it and flinging it into the dirt, a smirk spreading across his face "bet ya thought I was going to throw that at ya? No worries birdy, i ain't gonna put a blade between your ribs. Here's a little tale for ya... a tale of me Ma and how she created me and my Kin, the Failures."

"My Ma was a mean old bitch, sweet lady but mean as sin and twice as sharp as most noble women... didn't stop her family getting iced and she had to flee as a bunch of fat bastards took the family holdings and ran them into the ground."

"..."

"Oh fuck off, I'll continue... anyways, she took off with a bunch of servants and a handful of loyal Family Guard members who had served her family since she was a Pup on a ship that she barely understood how to fly... got to some nowhere place where the Mechanicus sent folks who they didn't want around any important forgeworld's but those folks had lots of influence back on Mars."

"..."

"Well she damn near plowed the ship right into their fuckin' planet numbnuts, lost quite a few of her servants and some of the older bastards in her guard died from the stress of such a sudden exit from the Warp, Navigator bit the bullet and got to see the Emperor with all three eyes... Mechanicus on the surface send up shuttles after noticing the big fuck off ship in orbit, pulled her and the survivors off the ship and nursed her back to health."

"...?"

"Yeahhh... looks like ya got something rattling around in that skull of yours, they had converted everyone else into Servitors while leaving her alive due to her noble gene line. Ma took that and ran with it, wanting those bastards to build her an army to take back her home and she'd give them whatever they wanted... brilliant fuckin' speaker with enough charisma to Charm a Eldar, shit at planning ahead."

"...?"

"This is around the time one of the Clankers offered her a genetic line of perfect 'Sons and Daughters' to serve as her soldiers... they just needed all of her eggs, she went under the knife and was made barren by that shit. First gen of the bastards were more cancerous flesh and mutations then human and damn near begged for death from how they grew em, those were the first of the 'Failures' who were jammed full of tech and forced to work until their bodies literally fell apart in front of Ma's and the Techpriest's eyes."

"...!!!"

"Yeah... like I said Ma didn't plan ahead or look into exactly how they were making them, they were using her 'perfect children' as test subjects for various fuckin' experiments... second gen were all Psyker's of some form, freaks each and everyone of em."

"...?"

"The Burning One, a Fetus that was covered in a never dying coat of warp flame was one of the more notable ones... I don't know what the fuck they were experimenting with during the second gen, but I don't think I ever want to see it fully actualized. Third gen were much closer to humans but were still incomplete and failures, tough sons of bitches though with bones like ceramite plate... they grew with no arms or legs and their bodies were decaying to the point the mechanicus just shoved em full of metal bits and prosthetics before setting them to guard the bottom floors where Gen 2 were being held.... Gen 3 were an attempt at something by those mechanicus bastards, fuck if I know what though."

"...?"

"My Gen was 6, one of the more successful one of the bunch... I found records of a 7th Gen but some fucker seemed to have snatched em... anyways, 4th Gen had a 1 out of 5 success rate... so I had about 5 siblings from that Gen that were locked up in the bottom levels by the techies due to them looking far too eldar like... yeah, 4th gen was the techies attempt at making Eldar human hybrids from a captured Eldar's genetic material... fucked up that was."

"...?"

"Why does it sound like I give a frak about the Eldar? Mostly because I love one and the big boss of the Imperium currently has pointed out we got some allies in the pointy eared fuckers... anyways 5th Gen were a lot more successful but every member of that Gen that survived died pretty fuckin fast from weird as fuck accidents... ah! Here's one... 'Fell on slightly loose grate and stabbed self in head with loose screw from unknown mechanism'."

"???"

"Yeah it does sound like Tzeentch was fucking around doesn't it? Anyways my gen was a fucking shitshow due to three of the fuckers teaming up to make it together. A proto-geneseed made from a nearly mummified iron warrior's corpses remaining geneseed they found that dated back to the great Crusade, Eldar genetic material, and the genetic material from one of the 'top' death worlds... from fucking 20,000 eggs grown in artificial wombs, only three survived and we got tossed across the fuckin' galaxy by our ma."

"???"

"Yeah fuck off, I know it implies I possibly have two siblings kicking around out among the stars, but if they haven't hooked up with the Wolves yet, they are either out of the emperor's light or dead."

"???"

"Oh what happened to the rest of Gen 6? They were some of the most mutated and freaky looking fucking things I've seen and I've invaded Slaaneshi Cult buildings and ritual sites."

John pulls Memorial off of his back and activates the power field as he says "now fuck off, storytime is over."

#John lore

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scatter-kinnin-patter · 3 years

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Okay that's it I NEED to gush about my c! Wilbur timeline under the cut because it's so canon divergent but my memories are so so vivid I gotta gush somewhere

Man I haven't had a kin with mems this vivid in a while so it feels weird but here we go!

Leading up to the war with Pogtopia, I was like most other Aliveburs, and p canon compliant. Philza was my dad, Tommy was my younger brother, and Techno was my twin but only older by like, five minutes. I don't know how he got so much more of the Piglin traits than I did(I remember having pointy ears tho) but... Fratenal twins I guess lol. We were close as kids, but kinda grew apart when we got older. He went off to do his own thing, I stuck around with Tommy. I missed Techno and Phil a lot in early DSMP days. But I had Tommy! Tubbo was sorta like a little brother but moreso in the "hey this is my little bro's best friend so he's over for dinner all the time" way than the "guess I have another sibling" way.

Don't have much to say on the L'manburg revolution or the election arc or anything, those were pretty much just lined up with canon.

Pogtopia arc though... Whew. Here we go. Tommy and I got exiled, we fled to our ravine, yadda yadda it followed canon. I'll admit, I quickly fell into my paranoia and delusions. I think I was alone with my thoughts for too long, and with everything Schlatt was doing and such a delicate balance on the people of Manburg being with us or against us, especially after Eret betrayed us in the past, I just. I couldn't trust anyone. Except maybe Tommy, he was my lifeline of sorts, and especially when he called Technoblade. Having Tommy and Techno really grounded me: helped me remember that I was fighting for the people I care about, not just some presidency.

And then. Well. Techno and I were talking about Manburg's destruction, Tommy was more against it but still wanted to help take Schlatt down and get Tubbo back. But Techno and I started preparing for the worst. That's when I met with Dream about the TNT thing.

Now Dream kinnies, ily, but you might wanna skip this paragraph because I'm gonna rant about my Dream for a lil bit. Not you, you're valid and I love you lots, but this is a rant against my Dream. He wasn't just going to give his TNT to me for nothing, he needed something in return. So we went back to a temporary base he set up and did our deal there. He made me sit down in a chair, bound my wrists and ankles, and made me watch... something. It was almost like a TV screen? I don't know what it was, but it took a hold of my consciousness. Whatever this was, it was hypnotism. I don't remember much about it, Dream tried to make sure I'd forget, but I remember Dream using hypnosis to plant this idea in my head that I was the villain of the story. That no matter what I had to destory Manburg because thats what a villain would do. I. Really hate him for that. He just used me. But what's done was done, he gave me my TNT and sent me back to Pogtopia.

You know where the story goes from there- my corruption, the war on Manburg, Schlatt's death... and me blowing it sky high. I remember Philza shielding us with his wings. I missed Philza so much. But I couldn't get over the hypnosis I was under. I was still the villain, and heroes have to slay the villains, right? Philza stabbed me, and he held me... and then he was gone.

Now uh... Hehe, serious canon divergence time...

I didn't die. I don't know how I didn't, but I didn't. I remember waking up in a cold room on a single bed, no windows. Couldn't leave because it was an iron door. My chest was bandaged up, and it ached like hell. Eventually someone came in, someone new: Ranboo. He kinda freezes and goes "Oh. You're awake. Uh." And just leaves and shuts the door behind him.

Shortly thereafter, Tubbo and Quackity came in. We started talking(as much as we could, I had trouble staying awake for long) about what happened. Big Q found me while going through the rubble, and realized I was still breathing, so they brought me to a secret room under L'manburg. I was in a coma, for at least a few weeks, I don't remember the exact time. I lost a lot of blood, I was very pale... and I think it messed with my brain. I couldn't really.... remember anything in the weeks leading up to the war: my exile, my hypnosis, my unfinished symphony, none of it. They looked... unsure of what to do with me. Tbh looking back I don't blame them, I did a LOT of crime. But they decided to keep me in this room for now. They didn't tell Tommy or Philza or any of them yet. Apparently only Tubbo Quackity and eventually Ranboo knew about me.

One day though, I was sleeping when I feel someone shake my shoulder. I wake up and I realize it's Dream. I ask what he's doing here and he goes "It's time to go, Wilbur." And I don't really know what to do, but I take his hand and start following him out of the building and back to the surface. They were setting up for Techno's execution. Dream sent Punz in to distract the Butcher Army, but I call out for Techno. His eyes lock with mine and I've never seen him look like that before. Such- genuine confusion and relief? Looking back, I can see why. He must've thought he was seeing a ghost(hehe ghostbur kinnies I love you)

The anvil drops, and Techno lives thanks to his totem, but before I can call out to him again Dream grabs me and starts running off with me. I think Techno saw us because he yelled for me and ran after us. Dream took us down a random tunnel and let Techno follow, because once they got far enough from the fray, Dream just... shoved me to Techno and walked away without saying anything else. Before we could really do much else, Quackity showed up. He was confused that Techno lived, he was mad that Dream just helped him, and he was furious that Techno had me. Techno made sure he was between Quackity and I and they both fought, Big Q losing a canon life(sorry Quackity kinnies ily!!!)

Techno then just grabbed me and ran. He lead me back to his house and we had a long, long conversation about what happened. I missed him so much.

I'm still piecing together memories post-execution, but I know I spent a lot of time with Techno after that, including when Tommy was with us.

I'd try to remember more but I just realized how long this post got OOPS anyways if u read all this thank u, I just needed to share my Comabur timeline

#💙wil💙#dsmp kin #dream smp kin #wilbur soot kin #I can't believe I'm calling myself Comabur

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konboyblues · 4 years

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How about (Munna Bhai) for pre-massacred Licht with young Patri, Sephirah's Apostles and the Elf Tribe in general?

Hello Anon, thank you for requesting! I’m a sucker for romance, so this fic also includes some romance, namely Patolli/William and Licht/Tetia. Thank you for requesting, and enjoy!

Additionally, to all readers, Bollywood Prompts are now closed! Thanks to everyone who requested a fic! I have nine more to get through, and hope to finish them all by the end of the year. Happy reading, everyone!

Ronne made a silent note of it, of course. The human royal had only begun to visit regularly some weeks prior, so maybe, just maybe Ronne was making bold assumptions based on too few facts. Maybe there wasn't any correlation between the stolen gazes and Licht's sweaty palms. Maybe they were mere coincidences, and Ronne could accept that.

Except Ronne was never wrong.

Rhya figured it out not too long after, and once Rhya caught on, it was only a matter of time until everyone else did. One by one, Licht's inner circle came to know, and little by little, Licht stopped hiding it.

They announced their pregnancy just months later.

“You can't keep avoiding her forever you know,” Ronne remarked one late afternoon. He was husking corn for the evening, and Patolli was supposed to be helping him, but the boy had sat by the river brooding instead of helping Ronne shuck and clean the vegetables.

“I'm not avoiding her,” the boy retorted, biting the inside of his cheek. He was fuming, which disappointed Ronne more than anything.

“You are, and it's hurting Licht's feelings,” Ronne lied smoothly, because Rhya was only half as good as him when it came to the deception game, and because everyone but Patolli knew that Licht was too enamored, too busy with his beautiful lover and their future child to focus on the grievances of one lone teen.

“He's going to marry her, you know,” Ronne added some minutes later. “If you want to be Licht's bodyguard when you get your grimoire, then you have to guard her as well – and all of their children.”

“Why?” He snapped back, his eyes burning with hatred and just a twinge of pain.

Ronne sighed deeply before speaking again. “Because he loves her.”

Rhya told Patolli the same, Reve made some vague remarks about the power of moving forward, and Fana just pulled him into the forest, sat him down on the ground, and told him every single detail of Licht and Tetia's impending marriage so that he could get it through his head that the time for dreaming was over.

Vetto understood, however.

“It happens in phases,” he told him one night while the little boy was out crying in the field, accompanied by Vetto's little squirrels. “You live, you love, you move on, and you love again. It's a cycle, Patolli. It doesn't end with one person.”

Snot covered Patolli's upper lip and his eyes ran wet with tears. When he tried to speak, all he managed were wheezes before the sobbing intensified. Vetto reached for a handful of wildflowers and plucked them from the ground. He carefully pulled off the dirt and roots, and handed the bunch to Patolli who sobbed as he cradled them in his arms.

“Look at those, and tell me if any one of them is the same as the other,” Vetto instructed him gently. It took several more minutes before Patolli's sobs petered out into hiccups and his eyes cleared enough to peer at the flowers in his hand.

Patolli was done before Vetto could finish counting the minute.

“No,” Patolli grumbled with a sniff.

Vetto could only smile. “And?”

“... They're pretty,” Patolli said awkwardly.

“And?”

“They're flowers!”

“Aaaand?” Vetto had to bite back the chortle.

“They're pretty flowers and they're all different!” Patolli screeched, the tears replaced with fury, his cheeks flushed with childish exasperation.

Vetto burst out laughing, unable to hold back the mirth bubbling in his throat. Patolli stared, gob-smacked, before grumbling underneath his breath. He chewed his cheek and stroked the flowers in his hands while Vetto tried to stifle the laughs.

“Good!” The older man finally wheezed, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “Good,” he repeated when he witnessed a forlorn look settle in Patolli's golden brown eyes. “Good,” he said for a third time. “Every flower in this field is beautiful, and every single one is different from the other. When we pick them for our friends and family, we never pick the same ones. We want to give our loved ones all the colors of the world, because we love them in every which way that we can. These flowers, Patolli, they're wild and they have no masters, and we too are slaves to their beauty and warmth, because we want to give their beauty and their warmth to the ones we love the most.”

“I'm not giving Ratri any flowers,” he retorted.

“But you give your mother flowers all the time,” Vetto teased. “It's because you love her, don't you? I know you love your brother as well, but Ratri doesn't much appreciate the subtleties of gifting, but your mother does. You give your mother flowers because you treasure her, and because she treasures you.”

“Hmph,” Patolli huffed, giving Vetto the side-eye.

“And you know that she treasures every flower you give her, no matter how different they are,” Vetto added gently.

“What's your point?” Patolli grumbled, shoulders defeated and fingers still entangled in flowers.

Vetto could see the tears begin to form in the boy's eyes again, and so he turned away and looked up at the moon. “Imagine the flowers in your hands are people,” he began softly, his squirrels nibbling away at the nuts they'd picked from Vetto's pockets. “Imagine that every time you loved someone new, you picked a flower from this field. Over the years, you accumulate hundreds of flowers, each different from the last, and as the years go by, some wither away, while others persist until they too fade away.”

A sob hitched in Patolli's throat, and the little boy began to cry again.

Vetto kept his eyes on the moon. “Imagine Licht was your first flower, Patolli. Imagine him as the most vibrant flower you've ever picked, and the one you cherish the most right now. Give it the respect it deserves, and accept that your heart has chosen what it's chosen.”

Patolli's sobs echoed through the field as the squirrels continued to nibble at their nuts, while Vetto stared longingly at the bright, full moon. “And when it perishes, bury it with honor. There's no shame in loving, little one, but letting go is a part of that process.”

“No!” Patolli snarled back, his sobs getting worse as the evening persisted and the squirrels nibbled away.

“And when you least expect it,” Vetto continued, gaze fixed on the beautiful moon up above, “another flower will come along, and it will be a flower you least expect to love, and yet you will. You will love so greatly that even the sun and moon won't be able to withstand your love. Trust this if nothing else, Patolli. You will love again.”

And he did. A thousand years later, at the gates of the Spade Kingdom, Vetto stood next to his kin in rippling white and black armor as Patolli broke down the gates with a single swipe of his sword. The demons came quickly and so they rode through the swarm with their weapons poised, Fana's great fire breathing Hell down upon anyone who stood in their way.

A thousand years after their deaths, a flower was born. It was a flower few would call pretty, and yet that flower kept Patolli safe in his chest until it was his time.

Vetto hid his smile as they charged through the corridors to where the victims lay chained, like heroes out of fairy tales long dead. They fought every step of the way until they broke down the doors to the roof, cut through the black magic that held down the sacrifices, and finally breathed a sigh of relief as they awoke from their days long sleep.

“William,” Patolli said softly, cradling his beloved in arms much like he cradled those wildflowers one thousand years ago.

“Patolli,” the human croaked in response, “is that you?”

“Yes, my love,” Patolli said hoarsely, voice breaking finally as he pulled the human against his chest and held him tight, kissed along his shoulders and neck before burying his face in his bloodied hair.

And Vetto watched as Patolli cried once more, but this time with relief – this time with love that could defeat even the fists of a thousand demons.

Yami Sukehiro snorted from his position on the floor. “We're gonna die if they don't stop making out.”

“I believe your human friends will be here with transport soon,” Vetto said plainly.

“Scarface hasn't brushed his teeth in like... how long have we been here?”

“Three days!” Fana piped up.

“In three days,” Yami continued. “Your buddy's making out with three days worth of bacteria.”

“He's done worse,” Rhya drawled.

“I'm so glad Pato found someone,” Fana sighed with relief. “Thought he would never get over that schoolboy crush!”

“Lady, you thinking stabbing our king and tryna resurrect your entire tribe was over a schoolboy crush?” Yami asked, deadly serious.

Fana waved her hand nonchalantly. “Oh, of course, Pato is just a little emotional, is all!”

“Never mind,” Yami grumbled, laying back down and staring at the sky. He thought he could see the moon peeking out from behind the clouds. “Anybody gotta cigarette?”

Rhya lit a stick and handed it to the large man. They sat still, some smoking, some chatting idly, oddly content while the rest of the heroes gathered to take them all back to their respective homes.

And just a few feet away, Patolli kissed William tenderly underneath the beautiful night sky.

#Black Clover #patolli #elf tribe #vetto #avafanfics #real talk

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Final Destination; AU Ghost! Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Here is the final part of my Ghost AU fic trilogy. Now there is a LOT of action that happens here so you all better buckle up. Also the TRUTH finally gets revealed about what happened to the boys when they died. I want to thank you all for giving this 3 part fic a chance and for wanting to see a sequel to the original fic, and for you all being such good sports I delivered a 3 parter for the fic Legend of the Band.

Warning: Murder (VERY DESCRIPTIVE DETAILS but that’s not till close to the end), demons, fluff, angst, raging ghosts, Heaven and Hell mentioned.

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Veronica slowly woke up from her sleep and the first thing she felt was the cold wind blowing against her night gown. She slowly opened her eyes and slowly stood up confused about her surroundings. Last thing she remembered was being in the hospital recovering from her scare, and now she’s outside. As she stood up and walked backwards trying to see just where she was at, she got another start as she nearly fell 65m (213ft) to her death. She quickly backed up and she began to realize that she was on the Tower bridge

The very peek of the tower bridge to be exact.

The lights from the bridge lit up the road as she could see cars driving along the bridge going either way.

But Veronica was more scared cause she couldn’t remember how she got up here, or even why she would be up there in the first place? She would get her answer when someone came flying across the sky. A demon to be exact, but it wasn’t just any demon. It had been the demon that Constantine had warned (Y/n) about, Beelzebub.

His fly-like wings making that loud, haunting buzzing sound that sounded like a swarm of flies. He flew over the bridge and took out his large hunting bow as well as an arrow from his quiver.

“Time to give this town a little more light.” He notched the arrow into the bow and soon the arrow tip lit up in Hellfire. He kept his eye on one car in particular that happened to be driving by.

It was Robert’s car. And inside it was Robert and (Y/n) heading home after visiting Veronica.

Beelzebub grinned maliciously as he released the arrow right at Robert’s car. When it hit close to the back tire of the car, there was a sudden explosion that sent the car spiraling out of control.

Robert and (Y/n) screamed as Robert tried to regain control of his car. But all that did was cause them to go halfway off the bridge. The car slowly rocking forward and back.

About 3 miles away from the tower, John Deacon (with the help of Constantine) hovered over the roof of a building just in time to see the explosion.

“Oh god please no.” he softly pleaded.

Finally waking up from their whiplash, Robert and (Y/n) groaned and Robert turned to his daughter and said.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.” The car soon lurched forward. (Y/n) shrieked and held onto her dad’s hand. In his mind, Robert knew that there wasn’t enough time for him to save his daughter and get her out first before this car decided to plummet into the Thames. So as he felt the car dip again, he grabbed his baby girl tightly and soon the car began to fall towards the Thames.

(Y/n) gripped onto her dad as tightly as she could, both of them preparing for their untimely death. But as they got halfway, something stopped them. (Y/n) opened her eyes and saw that they were now just hanging on mid-drop. But both her and her father could hear the sound of buzzing.

It was then they looked up and they could see Beelzebub holding some kind of rope which held the car in play. He then flew upwards towards the very top of the Tower bridge, all the while Robert kept holding onto his daughter as tightly as he could.

As quick as he could, John teleported towards the bridge. But with not having enough distance practice out in the ranch, he would only come up about a couple rooftops at best. But somehow with one last teleportation attempt, he stood right on top of the bridge however he was greeted with the worst sight he could possibly imagine.

Beelzebub stood a foot away from one end of the bridge. In his left hand he held a panicked Veronica by the throat, and in the other, the lifeline which held Robert’s car.

“John Richard Deacon. This is why only fools choose to stay on Earth. Because you never know when some celestial being, Demon or Angel, will come along with a difficult choice.” John stood there in horror as he watched his beloved scream in terror. “Let thy first and only wife die?”

Veronica’s slippers fell right off her feet as he raised her just a bit higher over the street. All the while poor Veronica screaming and crying her eyes out.

“Or…..have thy kin perish before the mother and grandmother?” Beelzebub continued to mock as he now turned towards John’s son and granddaughter.

Inside the car, Robert continued to try and comfort his daughter who was weeping. But when she looked out the cracked window she could see her grandfather’s spirit.

“Grandpa? Grandfather! Grandpa John please don’t let him kill us please!” Robert tried to keep his daughter calm but when he too looked out to where she was looking, he saw something he thought he’d never see.

He recognized this spirit from the pictures his mum showed him growing up. He knew right away even with him being a black spirit, this was the ghost of his father.

“It can’t be.”

“Make your choice John Deacon, and see how a family man is rewarded.” Beelzebub said to John.

“Leave them out of this Beelzebub!”

“The matters of life and death can never meet. Now choose!” it was then he let both the rope and Veronica go.

“NO!!” John screamed.

How could he choose which one to save? If he saved the son he never met and the granddaughter he had come to love, he’d be risking and he would have to force them both to lose Veronica. And it’d be a double hitter for Robert cause now he’ll have lost both his parents to horrific accidents.

But if he saved Veronica, she’d have to live with the fact that her one and only son and granddaughter had to die a watery death. John couldn’t bare to have Veronica lose her only 2 babies, she was born to be a mother and grandmother. And losing both Robert and (Y/n) would be devastating after all that she’s been through with the loss of him.

Finally John made his choice. He flew down towards the left and quickly grabbed Veronica. Once he had her, he quickly flew towards the other side of the bridge and grabbed the rope holding his son’s car. As all four Deacons dove towards the sea, John used his psychic powers to keep the car levitating midair and he continued to hold onto the rope. Veronica continued to scream and shriek as she clung onto the spirit of her husband and already John was feeling his mental grip on the car starting to fade.

From above, Beelzebub stood on the tower glaring and let out a hiss.

“Foolish soul.”

Thankfully for the Deacons, a barge boat was just about a half mile away from them. A spotlight shined on them and soon a voice called out from the speakers.

“Ah-hoy up there! We’re gonna bring the barge right under you!” But soon the thousand fly wing flaps of Beelzebub was heard as he began circling around them.

“HE’S COMING BACK!” Veronica screamed in horror.

“Veronica listen, I need you to climb down to Robert and (Y/n).” John told her.

“I can’t!” Veronica sobbed.

“Yes you can.” John urged her. His mental grip began to slip and soon they dropped about 4 inches from their normal position. Veronica screamed till John took back his grip and continued to hold the car. “Ronnie please! Our babies need you! Please.” She looked up and even through the pure black eyes, Veronica recognized the love he once had when he found out all those years ago that he would become a father.

Veronica sniffled and let out a soft whimper as she began to climb down John. He moved her closer to the rope so that she could have an easier transition and he told her.

“Hold on tight. And go as quick as you can!” Veronica got a good grip on the rope and slid down just an inch before freezing up at the height she was looking down at. As Beelzebub flew closer and closer to them, John looked down at Veronica and said.

“Hurry!”

“I can’t! I’m too scared!”

“Just look right up at me Ronnie! You can do it!” suddenly John was stabbed right in the back with Beelzebub’s iron staff. And due to it being Iron, John’s spirit began to glitch up which caused his psychic hold on the car to collapse and he only had his physical grip on the rope. As John got stabbed, it forced the car to swing sharply to the left which caused Veronica to swing along with the rope, almost losing her grip.

She held on as tight as she could as she tried to go down the rope even more as her husband told her too. Once John was fully manifested again, he gripped the rope with both hands now but as he turned around he saw Beelzebub flying right in front of him. His staff raised and this time instead of a single stab, he thrusted his staff into John’s chest which caused him to glitch again.

But also made him release his grip on the rope.

When his focus went back to the rope, he took hold of the staff and removed it from his body and reached out towards the rope. The second he grabbed the rope, Veronica lost her grip of the rope and went plummeting down towards the sea. But she was soon caught by her own son (who had taken advantage of his broken window).

Robert held on tight to his mother as both him and (Y/n) both worked together to try and pull her inside. John who was trying so hard to keep a grip on the rope, but it was slowly sliding off inch by inch and the barge still wasn’t close enough to the car.

Inside the car, (Y/n) looked up towards her grandfather praying and hoping that he could hang in there just a little longer.

“Enough games. This ends now!” Beelzebub soon revealed a reaper’s scythe and flew right towards John. Knowing that with just one swipe of this, John’s soul would pass on and he could finally be rid of all the Deacons.

John’s eyes widened but just before Beelzebub could even swing the scythe, suddenly a sonic guitar sound shot right at him, stirring him away from John.

“Up here coward!” Beelzebub and John both looked up and there levitating in the air was Constantine. In his hand he held Brian’s red special but it was his eyes that caught the demon’s attention. They were pure white.

“So the rest of the band has come at last? And I see you’ve used a meat suit.”

“Call it an equal partnership.” Brian’s voice spoke through Constantine. His eyes then turned from white to blue as Roger’s voice then spoke up.

“But don’t think this’ll be a simple meet and greet. You mess with John Deacon, you mess with us!”

“In fact; you mess with one Queen, you mess with all of us Queen’s!” Freddie’s voice soon said as Constantine’s eyes once again changed from blue to yellow. After tuning the Red special his eyes once again shifted back to white as he let out another sonic guitar riff which sent another ghostly wave right at Beelzebub, distracting him long enough so that John could save his family.

Finally John began to slowly lower the rope down and finally the car landed safely on top of the barge.

The crew on the barge quickly ran towards the car and helped (Y/n) out first before helping Veronica and finally bringing Robert out of the beat up car.

From above, John released the rope and looked down at his family, relieved that they were safe and sound.

*My POV*

After the crew on the barge asked if we were okay or hurt I looked up towards my granddad and smiled up at him.

“So this is what you’ve been up to?” my dad asked. I nodded.

“Yeah. I got to finally meet granddad and his friends.”

“I just—I can’t believe it’s really him.” He said in awe.

“Believe it my boy. He may not look how he once was, but only one man has ever made me feel that safe in any situation.” Nana said as she came up to us.

Suddenly I noticed that the demon Beelzebub was now flying right back towards grandad and it looked like he had iron chains to use as a rope.

“GRANDDAD WATCH OUT!!!” I cried out but it was too late. We watched in horror as the chains went around his throat and he was now being flown across the sky to god knows where with an iron chain around his throat. Constantine flew right over towards us and I asked him. “Where did that demon take him?”

“They’re heading for the Tower hamlets cemetery.” Roger’s voice spoke out of him.

“Wait…..Roger?” Nana asked. Constantine smiled and Roger spoke through him.

“Hey Ronnie, been a long time eh?” I then saw his eyes change from blue to yellow as Freddie now took over.

“Don’t worry, leave this to us Ronnie dear.”

“I’m coming too!” I proclaimed.

“Absolutely out of the question!” dad exclaimed.

“You better listen to your dad on this one love.” Constantine’s true voice soon spoke up. “I told you, I don’t let normal humans get in too deep with what I do. And you’re already deep enough as it is. Stay with your nana and father and get somewhere safe.”

“If I’m already this deep in then let me go in all the way! That’s my grandfather out there and he’s in danger! I refuse to lose him just when I STARTED TO GET TO KNOW HIM!!!!” my voice steadily got louder till I screamed at him. My breathing became sharp and heavy as my eyes flickered with tears. “Now take me with you.”

“Why must women always be so stubborn?” he muttered.

“Welcome to our world Johnny boy.” Roger soon spoke up. His eyes then shifted from blue to white as Brian’s voice said.

“It could be dangerous (Y/n), are you sure?”

“Please Brian. If you got the chance to meet your granddad, would you want him to suddenly be taken away from you by some demon bastard?” He looked down then extended out Constantine’s hand.

“Don’t let go no matter what. This won’t be like back on the farm.” I took his hand when my dad said to me one more time.

“(Y/n)—”

“Dad please. If you were my age you’d—you’d do the same thing.” He walked towards me and for the first time in years, he actually gave me a proper hug.

“Just be careful sweetheart.” I leaned my head against his chest and promised him that I would. After he separated from me, Constantine and I flew up to the sky and headed towards the Tower hamlets cemetery park.

*3rd Person POV*

At the cemetery, Beelzebub flew John over the vast forest and graves till they came up onto a small tomb. Then like a whip, he threw John right through the tomb.

John tried to keep himself a float but due to the iron stabs he took and his psychic powers still on the fritz, all he could do was phase through the walls till he finally landed on the ground with thump and a roll. He let out a groan as he slowly tried to stand up.

“Misery, pain, and suffering. That’s what you and your friends have chosen.” Beelzebub’s voice soon spoke up. He looked up and he saw the fly demon standing right before him. John weakly stood up as Beelzebub continued on. “I offer you a choice, and you still cling to your mortal life.”

The fly demon grabbed John’s arm and twisted it before punching him straight in the chest. He then did an uppercut before doing a right hook right into John’s face.

John panted breathlessly and wasn’t prepared for the iron staff to suddenly knock him right off of his feet sending him flying out of the tomb back out into the open graveyard.

Beelzebub soon flew up in the air with the staff raised high above his head, almost like he was ready to smite a dragon. Quickly thinking John phased through the ground which left Beelzebub to stab his sword into nothing but grass and dirt.

John silently appeared a few feet behind him and put his arms parallel of each other which sent a strong air current over Beelzebub, forcing him to flip around till he landed on his side. Next, John’s began to move in an elegant manner (think of Scarlet Witch) as the next thing Beelzebub knew, he was being wrapped up in vines and weeds.

It didn’t hold him much longer cause the next thing John saw was that his fly-like wings, snapped his bounds off of him and he now turned towards John. He charged right at the ghost and the two of them began a close hand to hand combat.

John kept his guard up and mostly dodged the punches coming at him but a knee to the face as he ducked down sent him flying. Before he could even stand up, Beelzebub grabbed him by the hair and tossed him like a ragdoll before taking out the iron staff again and smashed it right across his face sending him flying right towards a statue of the Virgin Mary.

John weakly looked up. Never before had he been this beaten up in either his living or his deceased years. He slowly raised his hand up but before he could even do a single psychic attack, Beelzebub stepped on his hand and sneered out.

“You’ve played your last concert John Deacon. Had you not been so selfish your family’s death would’ve been quick and painless but now that you’ve really pissed. Me. Off. I’m gonna finish each of them—nice and slow.”

Now John was enraged.

“The Deacons and I,” he revealed a three point death scythe that stuck out like a pitchfork. “We’re gonna have a hell of a Night.” John slowly stood up as he kept his eyes on the demon before him.

Beelzebub then went to stab John right in the face but John actually grabbed the three point scythe and held back his demise. The two monsters literally shaking as one tried to thrust the scythe while the other held it back. John’s form glitching with rage as his eyes shifted between black and red.

Finally with a ghostly wail, John sent Beelzebub right off his feet, sending him flying almost 3m. John then lifted his hand so that the weeds could bind themselves around Beelzebub’s feet to trip him up and send him right on his face. He then looked at a large weeping angel statue and used his powers to slowly tip the Weeping angel statue towards him.

Trapped and bound with no ways of escaping, Beelzebub screamed as the statue fell right on top of him, smashing to nothing but rubble. To even add more injury, John looked at any nearby statue which was enough for them to come tumbling down right on top of Beelzebub, crushing him under rock and stone.

Soon there was nothing but rubble and dust circling around their spot of the cemetery.

Finally getting the strength to pull himself out of the rubble, Beelzebub’s hand was the only thing to peak out. Slowly he pulled himself out, stumbling as he tried to regain his footing. The cemetery was eerily silent and pitch black, and John Deacon was nowhere in sight.

He slowly turned around in a circle trying to find the ghost of the young bass player but couldn’t find him anywhere. Suddenly a Banshee like scream came from behind him as he was grabbed by the throat and flown up high at crazy fast speed.

He was slammed through a small tomb and fell to the ground rolling on the floor. Then he felt himself being pinned against the wall with his hands extended outward. Landing in front of him was an enraged John Deacon. He teleported right in front of the fly demon roughly holding him by the throat.

He didn’t speak a word, just sent one powerful punch into his ribs, hearing the loud snapping of his ribs breaking before sucker punching him across the face. As a portion of his upper body slacked to the left, John brought him right back to position one and sent another punch, this time harder at the demon’s face.

Punch after punch after punch. Giving into his anger and hatred with each punch until a voice snapped him out of it.

“GRANDPA!!!”

*My POV*

Once we landed in the cemetery I could already see what looked like a scuffle. Tombstones knocked over, statues torn down, and close by I could hear the wails of a banshee. Freddie, Brian and Roger soon left Constantine’s body and Freddie said.

“That’s Deacy alright. Those painful, agonizing wails can only come from one person.”

“He’s already giving into the hate. Seeing you, your father and his wife being hurt has caused him to unleash his full potential. If he kills that demon, I’ll have to kill him cause a ghost that angry is a bloody dangerous one.” Constantine said.

“No just let me talk to him. I can save him!” I raced off following the painful, hate-filled wails. Freddie, Rog, and Brian floating right behind me and Constantine racing close behind.

We arrived at a tomb where a large hole stood at the top of it. We raced inside and I could already see my grandad punching the demon across his fly-like face. Each punch we all could hear a sickening crack of bone.

“GRANDPA!!” I screamed at him. His head snapped towards me and I could already see him glitching with rage and his eyes were now pure red. Slowly I walked towards him with my hands up. “I know you’re in there somewhere, I just need you to listen.”

I took a step literally every other minute just so that I wouldn’t unleash the rageful ghost he now was. The once friendly appearance he had, was now more demonic.

His hair now looked like a raging fire instead of floating calmly like a river, his face now contorted to something right out of the Nun or Poltergeist, a face between his actual human form or showing his inner skeletal form, and the glitching didn’t help either, in fact it made him even more menacing looking.

Then of course there were his eyes. The pure, demonic red eyes that made me want to sink to my knees and plead for my life to be spared. I almost hate to compare but it was like my grandfather had become the Devil himself.

“Nana, dad and I are fine. See? Just shaken up and a little bruised but we’re all okay. So you need to stop this.” Suddenly I felt myself being pulled right towards him and his long, skeletal fingers wrapped around my throat giving it a squeeze.

I could see Constantine going for something but I wheezed out.

“Don’t. you. dare!” I turned back to my granddad who just looked at me like a crazed, possessed spirit. He didn’t even recognize me at this point. “Please,” I pleaded. “I finally just got to know you. If you kill that demon now, I’ll lose you forever.” He didn’t speak a word, just slowly kept turning his head side to side like a demonic puppy.

I slowly reached my hand out to cup the side of his face and whispered one last time.

“I love you grandad. Please come back to me.” He continued to glare at me for a few more minutes before suddenly his grip on my throat released. His constant glitching began to stop but he still had a tick. I walked closer to him till finally I just embraced him and nuzzled into his chest. “I want my shy, sweet gramps back.”

I felt his arms wrap around me and he squeezed me as tightly as he could. I looked up and was finally looking at my granddad again. His form no longer glitching with rage, his eyes back to the pure black they were, and his face no longer contorted or demonic.

It was just him in his ghostly self. Tears filled my eyes as I sobbed happily.

“I’m so sorry (y/n).” he choked out with regret. I shook my head no and embraced him tightly.

“It’s over now. It’s all over.” He separated from me to look down at me and he looked me over worriedly.

“You’re sure you’re not—”

“I’m fine. And so are dad and nana. You saved us.” He smiled and cupped my face in his hands. His eyes full of love and admiration.

“My granddaughter.” He praised lovingly.

“My granddad.” He soon began laughing before frantically kissing all over my face. I giggled softly as he kept kissing me before finally ending it with a kiss to my nose, just like nana always did when I was a little girl.

Freddie, Roger, and Brian soon came over and they embraced their friend and brother. Thanking God that granddad didn’t succumb to the rage and turn into a bad ghost.

I then turned towards Constantine who now stood before the fly demon Beelzebub and began chanting out some ancient chant. Then almost like a scene out of Harry Potter when Barty Crouch Jr. was revealed, the demon’s face began spaz out and shift.

Soon the face revealed a man with a tache, a tuff of hair on his head and his skin was rotting away. It was like looking at a zombie from the Walking dead.

“Paul Prenter.” Roger hissed out. He turned his head towards us and he said.

“Freddie, boys, oh thank god for you all.”

“For what?” snapped Brian.

“For sparing me. I never wanted to do any of this! Please you must believe me! Lucifer is—is powerful.”

“Don’t bullshit us Prenter right now you’re just taking the piss!” Roger hissed.

“How would he know of Veronica? About my son and granddaughter?” granddad asked. Before Prenter could even say a word, Constantine soon spoke up.

“I think I can explain that. See I have been diving into what happened to you four for years. For over 4 decades people have speculated on just what happened to the once rising band Queen. But 2 months ago I came across someone who said they knew the truth of what happened that day.”

“What’s the true story?” I asked.

“I had gotten an anonymous tip from Belfast and it was there I met an old man named Michael Prenter. Who after 45 years since the murders had to finally confess his sins that he knew who the real killer was.” It was then he turned towards Paul.

Prenter looked down almost shamefully till a sickening grin spread across his face and he softly cackled.

“So that bastard of a brother of mine finally squealed like a pig eh? I knew I should’ve killed him too when I told him. But then again Mother would’ve been heartbroken had her favorite son suddenly turned up dead.”

“You……you killed us?” Freddie spoke with heartbreak, shock, betrayal, and sorrow.

“It was Reid’s mistake to have us go so far out of the city. No one could hear the screams, I only meant to kill just three. You were just enough for the record.”

“You ended us just before our careers could really take off. All these years Queen could’ve been one of the greatest bands of all but you took that from us! AND FOR WHAT!?” Freddie snapped.

“Freddie please—I love you.” Granddad and I looked at each other scoffing and rolling our eyes.

“You ruined us Paul. You stole our lives and away from our families. Now you may not be able to repair that, but you can pay for what you did.” Freddie hissed lowly in a threatening way. “Nearly killing Deacy’s family is like killing our family. And that will not go unpunished.”

“No Freddie please! I did this for you! For us!”

“You did it for yourself you dirty, rotten Rat king! Get rid of him Constantine dear.”

“About time I got to get rid of something.” He muttered as he lit up his lighter and burned a piece of paper with an Anti-demon insignia on it and he began chanting out an exorcism. He tossed it right at Paul’s feet and he started twitching and the fire started to encompass him.

His screams of agony echoed throughout the tomb. Granddad tucked my head into his chest so that I wouldn’t have to see what happens to a soul during an exorcism. All I could hear was Paul’s agonizing screams and the sounds of the fire consuming his soul alive.

Then the tomb went silent. There wasn’t anymore screaming, no flames roaring, no more chanting. It was just quiet.

“It is finished.” Constantine said.

“The bastard deserved it. Now I hope he’s burning in hell.” Roger said.

“Don’t worry, he is.” Constantine assured him.

“(Y/n)!”

“(Y/n)!” the two voices were from my dad and nana. I ran towards the back of the tomb and said.

“We’re in here!” they came around the tomb and I raced over to them and immediately raced to my nana who embraced me first before my dad came up and embraced us.

“Are you alright?” nana asked me.

“I’m fine nana, I’m okay. Constantine got rid of Beelzebub—or well Paul Prenter. He’s gone. And nana he was the reason granddad and his friends died. He killed them while they were at Rockfield farm.” Nana turned towards granddad who looked down solemnly.

“So that’s what happened? But how come the police never told me it was a homicide?”

“Paul maybe a slime but he was clever. His brother told me that the way Paul had done it was not just one way. His brother said that the first one he killed was you John, simply smothering you in your sleep till you gave out. Next one he killed was Roger. Yours was the most rageful according to his brother. He said that Paul had beaten you in the head with one of the guitars you all brought.”

“Jesus, no wonder why for the first few decades I felt my head banging.” He said as he placed a hand to his head.

“Brian’s was the swiftest. A total of 20 stab wounds mostly around the chest and face. Which explains why that cut on your cheek still seeps out ghost blood.” Brian raised his hand to the cut on his cheek and watched as the blood danced across his fingers before fading away.

“I—I think I remember that. I remember someone standing over me, bloody and……..oh god.” Brian went speechless.

His white eyes shined with pure shock and it made me want to just go up there and give him a hug (even though I knew I couldn’t).

“He left you for last Freddie Mercury. The one he was passionate about, but the way he had done you is probably the cruelest I had ever seen.”

“What did he do?” he asked gravely.

“Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“If you don’t tell me I’ll force it out of you.” Freddie hissed. Constantine sighed heavily before finally revealing how the frontman of Queen died.

“First to ensure you wouldn’t wake up during the first three murders. He slipped you a few sleeping pills in your drink the night after recording the album. When you woke up, you first saw the blood from Roger’s room. That’s when you found your best friend dead on the bed, head almost completely smashed in. You then ran to Brian’s room only to find that he too was dead. Hoping that he too hadn’t been killed, you then ran to find Deacy over there. At first you thought he was asleep, buried underneath the pillows but when you felt just how cold he felt, you realized that he was dead as a doornail.”

Oh my god. This—this was…….I can’t believe Paul would do something like that. And to have Freddie wake up the next morning to see that his best friends in the whole wide world were dead.

“And that’s when he killed Freddie last?” nana asked. Constantine nodded.

“Four gunshots right in the chest. The last shot entered right into your heart.”

“But what I don’t understand is if the main reason why my dad and his friends died was homicide, then why didn’t they ever find the bodies?” my dad asked.

“That’s where he got clever. Paul Prenter sat there for days while your bodies began to decompose. After the 7th day, Lucifer himself came to the farm and told Prenter how to perfectly dispose of the bodies by burning them. Using a spell that he had been given by the devil himself, Paul was able to cast a spell as your bodies, including any normal remains such as bones, teeth and clothes, would turn to ash. Poof. No more Queen. And thus the theories began to rise about what had happened to the band that was last seen at Rockfield farm studios.”

Nana turned to granddad and slowly walked towards him. He looked at her almost shamefully. As the two of them now stood face to face for the first time in 45 years, he said to her.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I—I did this to you. You could’ve moved on from me, had a new life. Had more children. I caused you so much pain Ronnie. I don’t deserve……”

“Stop right there John Richard Deacon.” She snapped sternly. “You—you did nothing wrong. None of this was your fault. There’s only one man, who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, would have children with, and only one man I have ever loved. And you’ve literally proven to me that not even death could part us.”

Granddad slowly reached out to her and gently stroked a strand of her short white hair out of her face before resting his hand on her cheek. Nana nuzzled her face into his hand as she held onto his arm.

“You’re still as beautiful as the day I first met you.” aww.

“Now I know you’re spewing lies.” Nana teased.

“I never jest when it comes to you. I always knew you’d be beautiful, even as we grew old and grey together.” God my heart! Then the two of them leaned towards each other and finally kissed one another after being taken away from each other.

I placed my hand over my heart and felt tears fall down my face. Now I finally got to see just how much nana loved him. From the stories she’s shared with me these past three months, I was finally seeing with my own two eyes of the love these two clearly shared with each other.

They really were meant to be.

Their kiss was so soft and warm it was like seeing something out of a romantic novel. Their lips brushing against each other’s even after separating, their noses gently nudging the other’s, and both of them wearing the warmest, sweetest smile they both could ever make. Eyes gleaming with love and happiness.

I turned to my dad who looked like he was about to cry. Finally seeing his parents back together, it was probably a dream come true for him. For years in his late teen all the way through adult years he’s tried to keep any mentions of granddad a secret so it wouldn’t upset nana.

Now he’s finally getting the chance to see his parents expressing the love they shared and clearly still had even after all these years.

It was then nana and pops turned towards us and he extended his hand out as he called my dad over. My dad suddenly grew nervous so he looked to his mum for guidance. She smiled lovingly and nodded, assuring him it was okay.

He then turned to me asking me through his expression if it was okay. I gave him a gently shove and he walked towards the father he never got to know.

When the two of them stood face to face it was scary to suddenly realize just how much my dad looked like granddad (if he had gotten the chance to age past 24). Pops just stared at my dad in disbelief before he finally cupped his face in his hands.

“You’re so big.” Was the first thing granddad choked out. There was soft laughter everywhere and dad choked out.

“Yeah uhh……” he cleared his throat. “God I—I only dreamed about this as a kid. I—I had so many things to tell you but I…..I don’t know……I’m so sorry dad. I—I gave up on you. The mere mention of your name broke mum so much that I just…..I couldn’t bring myself to tell (y/n) about you. Can…..can you ever forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive my son.” Pops gently wiped away a hidden tear that fell from my dad’s face. “But let me give you one piece of advice; Fatherhood is never easy. There’s no shortcuts, no easy-way-out. When your mum found out she was pregnant, I was scared to death cause of the financial situation we were in. But I was willing to go with it, cause I wanted to be a father, even though I was terrified.”

“She’s always told me how much you were wanting to see me once the album was done.”

“And I would give anything in the world to have had that chance to hold you. To be the father I wanted to be. I never wanted you to grow up fatherless like I did. I would’ve given you siblings if you asked me.” The two of them laughed, god even their laughs were similar. “Now I know things have been difficult with you since your divorce. But you shouldn’t hide within your work. I can tell you this, no matter how popular Queen would’ve gotten had we released our 4th album, no matter what success came our way, I would trade it all away for you and your mother. Because nothing is more important than family.”

The two of them looked towards me.

“She’s coming to the age where she’ll be a full grown adult. So don’t ever let her say she thinks you don’t love her anymore. Because that’ll break your heart.” My dad nodded as he immediately embraced his father and wept.

I had never seen my dad cry so much—wait scratch that, I’ve never seen him cry at all. Seeing my dad weep openly like a child in his dad’s arms broke my heart. Tears dripped from my eyes and I could see nana covering her mouth as she was openly sobbing at the sight she longed to see.

Both her boys together and embracing each other.

After they shared their moment, pops pressed his forehead against my dad’s and the two of them stayed in that position for awhile before granddad finally gave my father a kiss at the center of his forehead.

They separated after one last hug and that’s when granddad turned his attention toward me. He came towards me and immediately placed his hand to my cheek. I pressed my hand against his cold, ghostly black hand and kissed his palm.

“Now knowing the truth I finally get why you felt so familiar the night we met. You have both your father and grandmother in you. Your father’s hair, but you have your grandmother’s eyes, nose, and golden heart. As well as the same beauty that attracted me to her the night we met. Which means Robert you better keep a sharp eye on her.” Once again there was laughter in the air.

“Don’t I know it.” Pops turned back toward me and I said to him.

“I wish I had gotten the chance to know you when you were alive. You and the guys.”

“So do I. I can only imagine how much I would’ve looked forward to being a granddad. I would’ve spoiled you rotten every time you came to Veronica and I.”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her.” Nana spoke up.

“But I am happy to have gotten to know you at all.” Granddad said as his thumb gently stroked my cheek.

“Guess I really need to thank Brandon for forcing us to go to the studio. It must’ve been fate or something.”

“Whatever it was, I’m glad you did go along with it. I got to see the most beautiful grandchild in the world, finally got the chance to see my son, and be reunited with the woman I love.”

The sun then began to rise and the night sky began to shift into the dawn’s light. But what soon caught our attention was a star-like brightness that shined on the back gate. It slowly opened up and that’s when Brian asked.

“What is that?”

“The entrance to your next life.” Constantine spoke up. We all turned to him and he continued, “Now that you four know the truth and got closure, you can finally move on. Your souls no longer bound to Earth anymore.”

“You mean—they can pass on to Heaven?” asked nana. Constantine nodded. I turned to my granddad and the guys (can I call the rest of Queen my uncles at this point?).

“So—does this mean I’ll never get to see you guys again?” Freddie came up to me and he said.

“We’ll never truly leave you darling. Because legends never die.”

“He’s right. We’ll always be with you kiddo, here,” Roger said as he pointed to my head first. “And here.” Then he pointed right at my heart.

“And so long as you keep our music close, and the memories you had with us at the farm closer, we’ll never truly leave you.” Brian finished.

“I’ll miss you guys.” I said.

“Oh dear we’ll miss you too. You have been the best thing to happen to us in 45 years since our death.” Freddie said. The three of them surrounded me and put me in the middle of a group hug.

Amazingly this time, I was able to feel the three of them finally touch me. Once they also realized that their hands and arms no longer went through me, their embrace grew tighter (especially Rog’s and Fred’s).

They each hugged and kissed me individually next telling me their goodbyes, thank yous and I love yous and I did the same back to them. I turned back towards my family to see pops whispering something to Nana in her ear before taking her hand in his and planting a soft kiss to it, as well as giving her one last kiss on the lips.

He then turned towards my dad, cupped the side of his head and whispered in his ear next. Dad nodded before the two of them embraced each other tightly. After the two of them released the hug, granddad kissed my dad’s forehead before turning around towards me and extended his hand as he said.

“Come here poppet.” I walked towards him and placed my hand in his. He leaned down towards my ear and whispered.

“I shall always be with you until we’re together again.” I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss right on my cheek.

The four of us then did one final family group hug with granddad having his arms around all of us. I was in the middle nuzzling into his chest, dad leaned against granddad’s right side while nana took the left, placing her head right where his heart would be.

After what felt like eternity, granddad forced himself away from us as he walked towards Freddie, Brian and Roger who now stood before the opened gate into heaven. The four of them looked at us and they waved goodbye.

The three of us waved a tearful goodbye back and I blew them a kiss.

As the four of them turned their backs to us I could hear Freddie say.

“I just hope it won’t be boring up there.”

“All I hope is that there’ll be lots of lovely angels up there.” Roger spoke out.

“Typical Roger, even in death you still can’t help yourself.” Brian said.

“Ever the play boy in life or death.” Granddad’s voice echoed before finally all four of their spirits disappeared into the sunlight. My dad and nana came up beside me and they each had an arm wrapped around me and the three of us watched as the gates soon closed and the sun rose higher and higher into the sky.

I turned around to see Constantine walking away with his hands in his pockets.

“Constantine!” I called out. He stopped and turned back towards me. “Thank you. For everything.” He grinned and simply said.

“Just another day in the office love. Now—try not to evoke anymore demonic deities or spiritual apparitions.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good day to you then Deacon family. And I hope to never see you lot again.” And with that he walked away. Then finally we left the cemetery and hailed a cabbie home.

*Epilogue*

I’ll tell you this much. After the events of March. 19th, things were different from that day on. My dad and I patched things up. He left his company and became an author. His books got some recognition but it was his 3rd book titled LEGEND OF THE BAND that was his best seller.

He wrote it as a fictional piece so that we could respect the privacy of his father and how Queen truly died. But we also had tragedy hit us.

Five years later, nana passed away peacefully in her sleep. We thought it was best for her to be buried where her husband’s body was last seen.

We drove up to Rockfield farm and we buried her right near the building where the recording studio was. During her funeral I played granddad’s song he made for her, “You’re my best friend” as a way to let granddad know that she was coming for him.

I would go to London University and study criminology. I slowly go up the ranks and by the time I turn 35 I become the leading detective in the Cold cases division.

I help hundreds of families find closure on the deaths of loved ones they’ve lost for decades. With every case I solve; I see my story back when I was just a teenage when I finally got to meet my long deceased grandfather and the band members of Queen. Because of me, no one got to wonder what ever happened to their loved ones and we bring justice to those that forced the families to grieve for as long as mine has.

As I now lay there in my bed at the tinder age of 97 sick and fading, I would question whether I did enough. But as I close my eyes and hear the voices of my father and grandparents, as well as my uncles it puts me at ease. I had done my job and now it was time.

The next time I woke up, I was a 17 year old teenager again and right there at the gates of Heaven I see my father, Freddie, Brian, Roger and my grandparents. All young and vibrant.

This time my grandfather and uncles were back to how they were when they were human back in the 1970s. All of them wore soft smiles and extending his and out to me was my granddad. I walked towards him and placed my hand in his.

He pulled me towards them and I was once again engulfed in a family group hug. I smile as I buried my head between my nana and granddad.

Finally at peace and happy with my family in the gates of Heaven.

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Truce

Hi, guys! This was my contribution to the INVICTUS zine. Thanks again for having me, it was such a pleasure to work amongst such talented people. Enjoy!

Word count - 1,627

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---Vergil---

The shattered remains of the Qlipoth stood vigil as the two brothers circled each other on the already brutalized terrain. Their heavy breath fogged the chilly air of the Underworld, not a breeze to be found. Splashes of his kin’s blood stained his normally immaculate vest; his own was almost invisible on Dante’s crimson leather.

Vergil smirked. He’d drawn more blood.

My victory approaches.

Yet the thought lacked the satisfaction he expected. It didn’t make sense, defeating Dante was his goal for years, it was what drove him to split himself. Where was the sense of achievement? The glory? What changed?

Irrelevant. He tightened his grip on the Yamato and growled, setting his stance in preparation for a lunge. Dante followed suit, dropping into a low crouch and holding his blade defensively. No matter; he’d target lower. Perhaps a feint?

Ha darted forward and despite his adjustments, steel struck steel as Dante blocked. The flesh of his arms trembled from the reverberations. Icy crystal met stormy depths as their eyes locked and for a single heartbeat Vergil wondered what his life would look like if not for that one terrible night.

He blinked and the strange thought dissipated. Now wasn’t the time to get nostalgic, what was wrong with him? With barely a thought, he flashed away to regain his bearings.

But Dante didn’t relent. A streak of red and a familiar battle cry warned him just in time as the legendary devil hunter attacked with a flaming series of punches that would’ve shattered his ribs. Another perilous thought pierced his mental barricade as he guarded his core and dodged what he could.

What happened to us, brother?

A flash of cold steel; Vergil stepped to the side as Rebellion crashed down, forcing his attention back to the current moment. He raised Yamato and targeted Dante’s exposed rib cage.

A clang rattled up his arms as Dante blocked his calculated blow with his gauntlet. He pushed against it, using the red-clad man’s resistance to propel him a safe distance before he had a chance to retaliate.

You will never understand what I have endured. How could you?

The roads they walked were too different. Dante’s smooth and unblemished. Vergil’s, cratered and treacherous at every turn. Perhaps once they had a chance to walk the same path, but no longer.

If only it were that simple.

---Dante---

Damnit Vergil, I’m so sick of this!

Dante glared at his twin and sighed. He was so tired, all he wanted was a nap but stupid Vergil wouldn’t stop trying to kill him. It was nuts, didn’t he realize they’d never actually be able to kill each other?

Not with our heritage...

At this point, he attacked out of habit alone, lunging forward to strike at Vergil’s red-splattered chest. He knew the hit wasn’t going to land; it rarely did. His brother was too clever to fall for such a simple move and as expected, by the time he reached his target a slim blade blocked his way.

“Too slow, little brother,” Vergil taunted, darting to the side to aim a slice at Dante’s throat.

But what has trying to kill me ever gotten you?

The man in red ducked, dodging the blow with barely an inch to spare. Familiar spite and anger tinted his brother’s eyes, the same look as when he tried to pull the jerk to safety on the Temen-Ni-Gru. The same stubborn pride that kept him from accepting his twin’s hand. The same arrogance as when he chose to fall deeper into the Demon Realm instead of coming home at last.

When will it be enough? Just get over yourself!

Red leather danced out of the Yamato’s path as it searched for his flesh. It whistled through empty air, Vergil’s annoyed snarl echoing a beat later.

Dante spun on his heel and switched gears, pulling out his latest acquisition, nunchucks imbued with the power of Cerberus. He couldn’t resist letting out a few stylistic whoops as he flung the icy end right at Vergil’s knees.

A sharp hiss slipped through his brother’s clenched teeth as the blow landed. Once, they would’ve laughed over Dante finally managing to hit him.

Will we ever get back to that?

In a single fluid motion, the legendary devil hunter switched weapons once more to one of his favorites. Rebellion hummed in his grip as he swung it with a mighty grunt at the same kneecap.

Is it even worth trying to?

Sparks flew from where the brothers’ blades met, their minds battling as fiercely as their bodies. Red and blue leather rose and fell with every strained breath, sweat dripping from matching brows to mix with the blood soaking into the dirt. Neither would back down, not with the stubbornness they shared.

“Ready to admit defeat?” Vergil spat.

Dante barked a laugh, his eyes hazy with fatigue. “Heh, never… got ya right where I want you.”

The younger man blinked and his brother vanished, as if he never existed at all. Dante lowered his guard, turning in circles with confusion plain in his eyes. Vergil was fast, there was no ignoring that, but to vanish entirely? That was a new trick.

“We playing hide and seek now, or what?”

His panting breath hitched as a cacophonous ringing erupted nearby. Thin lines of sharp steel flashed to and fro in a dance of death on all sides. Dante cursed and lowered the walls within his mind, letting demonic power flood his senses as thick armor blossomed across his body. Ash tainted his tongue but he barely noticed as he felt an answering surge of power.

Shit! He’s right behind me!

He tried to react, but it was too late. A scorchingly hot hand latched onto his shoulder and held him still. A heartbeat later, the all-too-familiar caress of metal sliced through his body as Vergil drove the Yamato home, embedding the family heirloom deep in his side. Copper overwhelmed the ashen taste in his mouth and Dante spat, a thick gob of crimson to join all the rest. No matter how many times he got his sorry ass stabbed, it never got any less painful.

But he wasn’t considered the best in the biz for nothing. His lips split into a feral grin, teeth stained red as he drew his oldest friends and angled them through his own shoulders as the Yamato vacated his body, already angling for the next jab.

This is gonna suck…

Dante tensed and squeezed both triggers. Ebony and Ivory sang in his grip, bullet after bullet aimed through his body at his brother. Agony rippled across his skin as his scapula and ribs shattered and a howl parted his lips.

Vergil’s barely audible gasp marked his success, his hand falling from Dante’s shredded shoulder. The pain was unimaginable, but he shoved it aside. First things first.

Dante turned to find his twin on his knees, riddled with holes. His vest darkened as the man in blue took a wheezing breath, glaring promises of death at his brother. Pained gasps forced unnatural pauses in his words, and with each breath his icy eyes flashed with rage.

“I should've expected such... foolishness from you. You never needed... to learn tactics, after all. Not with the life you’ve lived.”

Oh, he cannot be serious.

“What, you think I had it easy just cuz I didn’t end up like you? Do you have any idea how many people, how many friends I’ve seen die?” he snapped back. The wounds in his chest itched already, healing every second he stayed in demon form. He couldn’t hold it much longer, just long enough to keep himself alive.

Vergil scoffed, a derisive sneer twisting his lips. “You weren’t left behind.”

You fucking dumbass.

Dante growled, the urge to strangle Vergil a powerful temptation. But maybe there was another choice.

He shuffled his feet in the bloodstained dirt, fingers twitching by his weapons in case Vergil made a move. This was a terrible idea, he knew it. He was just going to get stabbed again.

But he had to try.

Someone’s gotta go first. For Nero.

“Yeah, I was! She hid me in the damned closet and ran off to look for you,” he cried. “She never left you behind, Vergil. You’re the one that left us, asshat.”

The moment stretched into eternity. Emotions tugged at Vergil’s expression, none fully revealed but if you knew what to look for… A twitch of the cheek, a tiny furrow in the brow. The smallest of signals, but enough.

Damnit, this is weird. What do I do now?

He didn’t have a clue. All he knew was that he was tired of fighting, tired of bleeding and really tired of getting stabbed. Enough was enough, and Vergil sure as shit wasn’t going to spontaneously not want to murder him anymore. It was up to him.

Leather rustled as Dante stepped closer, holding a hand out to his brother despite the jangling warnings screaming at him to attack, finish him off while he had the advantage. He might never have a better chance.

Yeah, for Nero.

Instead of striking Vergil down, Dante spoke. “How about we take a break? You can kill me later.”

Vergil’s conflicted gaze darted to his own, a triumphant curl to his lips. “Are you finally surrendering?”

“You wish, jackass. Consider it a truce.”

Hesitation colored those blue eyes so like his. Suspicion and hope mixed into guarded acceptance as a trembling hand extended to grasp its twin. A heave later, and the two Sons of Sparda stood eye to eye.

“This isn’t over,” Vergil growled, carefully sheathing the Yamato.

Dante rolled his eyes and snorted. “I know.”

But maybe someday it will be.

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shuttershocky · 5 years

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Doctor Roman awoke in the comfort of his office chair, with Da Vinci’s fingers gently drumming the top of his head. A little smile tugged on the corners of his lips. This was nice. Yes, it was good to relax sometimes. He didn’t get a lot of time to rest when he was at work. Like now.

Wait.

“GAH! I’m awake!”

Roman jolted out of his chair, his eyes rapidly scanning all four corners of the dimly lit Command Room. The monitors had been shut off, and no sounds came over the speakers.

“Good evening Romani,” Da Vinci said, not looking up from her notebook. “I was hoping you would sleep just a little longer. You’ve been working for days on end now. That can’t be healthy. You’re no heroic spirit you know?”

“What did... How did... How did I even fall asleep?” Romani eyed his coffee mug. “Did you... Did you spike my drink? Not cool Leonardo! We can’t be fooling around with humanity at stake!”

“I did no such thing,” Da Vinci replied, still scribbling away. “I just gave you decaf, and you passed out before you even touched your mug. Besides, you said it yourself, today’s was a simple, low-threat mission without any risk of failure whatsoever. We can afford to be relaxed.”

“We have to remain constantly vigilant, “ Romani said. “A threat could come from anywhere at any time while Gudako is out there. Now please turn the feed back on.”

Da Vinci rolled her eyes but obeyed anyway, lazily tapping at a few buttons and turning all systems back on.

Roman’s jaw dropped.

It was a warzone. On the monitors were the crumbling ruins of some European city, the rooftops and streets swarming with soldiers of a uniform both very familiar, and yet not quite. They wore black, metallic armor, and many had blood-red capes draping from their shoulders. They wielded strange weapons, rifles that appeared to shoot bolts of dark energy, which they rained down into the city below, and others held large blades that carved the pavement beneath them as they walked. Overhead, the sun lay edge to edge with the moon. A solar eclipse was about to take place.

Also onscreen was a certain teenage girl, who looked rather peppy for being in such an apocalyptic landscape. She looked right at Da Vinci and Doctor Roman, flashing them a wide smile.

“Hey guys!”

“What... How...” Roman said

“Hey kiddo,” Da Vinci said, completely unperturbed. “Give me a sitrep.”

Gudako clapped her hands.

“Okay, so I’m pretty sure these guys aren’t human. I mean, we thought they were human, but when Mash knocked one legionnaire out and ripped off his mask, these glowing black tentacles just burst out of his mouth like ‘BLAAAAHHH’ and Mash and I were like ‘AAAAAHHHH’ and then Geronimo was all ‘RAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ and he stabbed it repeatedly in the face until it died.”

“Really now?” Da Vinci said.

“No, Geronimo was actually like ‘Stand back, Master!’ and then he stabbed it repeatedly in the face but it didn’t seem fair that he got to keep his cool.”

“Wh-wh-wh-wha” Roman stuttered.

“Anyway,” Gudako continued. “We made contact with the resistance movement and are now in the middle of launching an attack on the head honcho’s palace. Ozy’s giving them hell from the sky, but we can’t move in until Hundred Faces says she’s secured the prison camps all across the city. The bastard inside’s been incarcerating random citizens and using them as mana batteries for his big evil ritual thingy and I’ve got a feeling that whatever it is is invincible so long as it stays inside. Current plan: We rescue the citizens, take away its power source, lure it out, then take it down along with its stormtroopers.”

If Roman had any coherent thoughts upon first seeing Gudako, they were all gone now.

“How are your forces?” Da Vinci asked. “Do you believe they can keep up this assault until the prisoners are rescued?”

“Yeah we’re doing fine! I think Billy’s already killed like, 50 of these Demon-Nazis.”

BLAM

A loud gunshot echoed over the monitor. A sword legionnaire who had been steadily making its way over to Gudako suddenly lost its head, wobbling a little before collapsing backwards.

“If I may correct you Ma’am,” Billy said on the sidelines, pumping a shotgun. “51.”

“51,” The master confirmed. “Oh, oh, you’ll want to hear this it’s gonna be great. I had King Hassan lead the resistance into the propaganda towers. We should be hearing their broadcast in 3... 2...”

Beep

“Cursed Arm,” rumbled the voice of the Old Man of the Mountain over hundreds of loudspeakers on every building. “How dost one tell if the device is active?”

“Er, Great Founder,” Cursed Arm whispered, failing to keep his voice from being picked up by the mic. “You are already on.”

“Oh? A-Ahem. Greetings O’ oppressed and noble souls. Liberation has come in these darkest of hours, and the reckoning of thy enemies is nigh. Arise! Arise! Thou must take up arms and throw off thy shackles! Make your way to every corner of thy city, and purge thy home of the evil that festers within! Hold the love of thy kin deep in your soul, and know thy blade fights on the side of the righteous. And if thou shalt fall saving their home on this most exalted day, I shall deliver thee through the places of death, and into the gates of paradise!

Was that adequate, Cursed Arm?”

“Ohhhhh Great founder!”

Beep

“Pretty cool huh?” Gudako said to the Command Room, a wide grin on her face.

“I-I-I-I-”

“Fantastic work there Gudako, but what will the signal from Hundred Faces look like?”

“Ooh I think that’s it!”

Gudako pointed to a dazzling blue flare soaring high above the fog of war and into the sky. It exploded when it reached the top of its arc, projecting the image of... Of...

It was a hand. Doing the “OK” sign.

“That’s it! That’s the signal!” Gudako yelled, leaving her hiding place and sprinting through enemy fire. “Everyone who’s not a servant, fall back! Fall back! The big guy’s gonna come out any second no-”

BOOM

Something struck the ground right next to the girl, ripping through anything in its path and covering the screen with debris.

“GUDAKO!” Roman screamed. Even Da Vinci flinched in her seat.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” The teenager called, waving her arms to clear the smoke. “I had Mash’s Wall of Chalk on me! Anyway, it looks like the boss has arrived.”

In the center of the battlefield stood a red hooded figure, levitating a foot off the ground. Rusted chains encircled his arms, and strange runes Roman had never seen before were etched all over his limbs and face. He had no eyes, the sockets bleeding a dark, oily fluid, and his hands continued to tear up everything in range with black lightning.

“You!” It pointed a shriveled finger at the girl. “You insignificant, wretched, pompous little insect! No one can stop the birth of the Black Sun! My rule is inevitable, and my reign shall see the end of time!”

“Yeah well point me to the bathroom because I’m about to be a real big party-pooper.” Gudako hollered back.

“Fall where you stand child!” it roared, charging her with a sword in hand.

“Gudako, look out!” Roman shouted.

“Don’t forget to test out my mystic code sweetie, “ Da Vinci said. “Took me a whole week to make them.”

“Oh right!” Gudako said, pulling out a pair of metal fists from out of nowhere. They restructured themselves as she put them on, fitting snugly into her smaller hands.

CLANG

Gudako lunged forward to block the hooded figure’s sword with her right gauntlet. The black energy was repelled by the light blue hum over her arms, as a white light swirled around her left fist. The boss’ eyesockets seemed to widen. It knew what was coming, but was too late to stop it.

“Shoryuken!” The girl yelled, slamming the boss’ face with a fiery uppercut. It was sent flying, slamming through a building which then collapsed on top of it.

She looked back at the communicator, clumsily taking it off and gently setting it down on a nearby wall.

“This can get a bit gruesome. I’ll call you later after I kick its ass. Love you both! Bye!”

Gudako ran towards where the terrifying unknown mage had fallen.

“So you wanna play rough?” She shouted to the shifting rubble. She slammed both gauntlets together, sending an arc of blue lightning between them. “Let’s play rough.”

Both visual and audio feed died at that instant, Da Vinci having shut them off.

Roman’s jaws on the other hand, had not shut the entire time.

“See?” Da Vinci cooed, tapping a pen on her glasses. “All under control.”

Roman turned to her slowly.

“THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE GONE GROCERY SHOPPING!”

#long post #Fate #FGO #Fate Grand Order #fate fanfiction #fanfiction #Wow this ended up way longer than I thought it would be

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Transcribed and formatted for readability the master thesis between me and @wlwclem on the nuances to NaraTrish together and as individuals being why we love it and respect it not being CompHet- we spent way too much Big Brain Energy on it to not share

tw: brief mention of F-Slur when giving an example on toxic masculinity being bullshit, sexuality is briefly discussed in a non sexualizing way and in no graphic detail

*insert IM TRISH KIN BUCCIARATI joke here*

epickinnienaranciaYesterday at 11:45 PM

JDDBSJDBD YES bc ofc she gotta be Reassuring but at the same time his Himboism Knows No Bounds One of the lines in EoH u can give her is “Go get me an Italian Vogue magazine too while you’re at it” and I’m like. Queen

nozomijoestarYesterday at 11:46 PM

JDHDHDF BDE Narancia whipped Narancia stands no chance

epickinnienaranciaYesterday at 11:46 PM

OH FOR REAL one of HIS victory lines is something about getting all the stuff for her lmao And this is like even if she isn’t in the battle, Always Thinking Of His Queen

nozomijoestarYesterday at 11:50 PM

Trish decides to test the limits of this and his ability to recognize them by asking for impossible or nonexistent items/feats and when he continues to try for her without question she realizes she has too much power and must restrain it fjdjjdjfjf Can't turn into Dad

epickinnienaranciaYesterday at 11:51 PM

JDBDBSJS The color palette changes while she has an inner monologue while she watches him try to make her happy

nozomijoestarYesterday at 11:53 PM

"Oh my god Bucciarati was right...he's too loyal for his own good I need to stop even if it's a little fun" Meanwhile Narancia: growing more and more frustrated with himself for perceived failure to someone he loves

epickinnienaranciaYesterday at 11:55 PM

She stops for the most part but does it every so often bc it’s cute

nozomijoestarYesterday at 11:56 PM

Lucky to have a freak like dat I feel like the only thing that can counter this self defeatism Narancia can get (bc his younger childhood...ofc he's fucked up and anxious and paranoid abt not being enough or abandoned) is Trish having to open her own repressed self up and love the shit out of himLike those reassuring lines she has in EoH and her moments in the anime/manga Bruno fucking does it as his father figure and Narancia admits it gives him strength

December 19, 2019

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:04 AM

Yes, he feels like he has to prove his worth and like he’s worth having around otherwise he’s useless, i def feel like he would not like talking about the stuff that happened in the past with everyone bc he would feel ashamed and stupid or st, he needs to be told You Are Enough and her to open up too so they can lean on each other

nozomijoestarToday at 12:12 AM

Honestly no jokes for a second I feel like this is also abt breaking toxic masculinity bc it's fucking Italy in the early 00s just out of the 90s...it was RIFE rifer than even now with that shit like in much of the world then too, the idea that a boy becoming a man and men in general need to strictly follow dumbass self harming rules

especially abt not opening up and only having real priorities for earning money, honoring family, and procreating as much as possible whether it's marriage making a family or "having sexual conquests" in promiscuity, anything outside of this bullshit image can't be tolerated and you might as well be a woman or "a fag" if you don't assert some fictional narrative of trying extremely hard to have power in everything bc that's all that matters is the ridiculous idea of Alpha Males applied to humans

Narancia being a 80s- 90s kid with the childhood he had did not give him much fighting chance at all in this context and time period esp just bc he happened to be born with a dick and thus saddled with these harmful expectations society made that could've only further repressed his recognition of not beating himself up and his own emotional needs on top of EVERYONE ever betraying him Where was he supposed to go? He can't go anywhere unless he meets Bruno

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:18 AM

yes i agree..... like, males being looked down upon for opening up, being societally forced to shoulder the burdens and “man up” and just deal with it and fix everything. And then already having a toxic support system with his “friend” betraying him and his dad Sucking Major Ass, all he’s been taught is deal with it but hasn’t been given the tools to know how, and if Bruno didn’t meet him he honestly would be so stuck, what person (esp in that time period) is going to go out of their way to help an uneducated young male?

nozomijoestarToday at 12:20 AM

Even if it tragically ends with his death in canon I feel like the time he spent with Bruno's bois, Giorno, and Trish was huge in making some of that crack little by littleBc he has moments where you see how sweet he actually is, his "real" personality if you will underneath all the unresolved anger when he's with ppl he sees love him and give him hope When Giorno said No One Is Going To Hurt You Anymore that just made me cry harder

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:23 AM

Yes! Like, ofc he gets angry, has unrepressed rage and reactions to things, he hasn’t had any type of emotional support in SO long and it’s not like it’s 100% fantastic in that regard with buccigang (which don’t get me wrong they are family but they are still in an aggressive gang and go off and give each other lots of shit)-YEAH AND THE FUCKIGN PLANT GROWING TOO IM

nozomijoestarToday at 12:25 AM

Trish is legit I think the one person aside from Giorno who would treat him without even the gang's aggressiveness Narancia is my fav in VA even if Bruno is the best written VA character bc he's me, this kind of shit in my life is why I developed PTSD undiagnosed since my childhood that only kept getting worse until only this year have I gotten any true help I know exactly how he feels

Esp when you think your whole life exists to serve others never yourself NaraGio shippers I see y'all argument even if I don't follow it tbh, Gio was again the only one besides Trish to consistently care for Nara in day to day and when he was in danger and esp during the Clash and Talking Heads fight Gio was the one dude present like No Narancia It's Ok Please Tell Me What's Wrong You're Clearly Stressed

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:31 AM

yeah although i haven’t experienced it i can still empathize and try to understand, i think there’s so many layers of protection and walls that most people never truly look past it to see the root cause or true self YES that fight was so frustrating bc they were all like Narancia stop being an idiot when something was clearly wrong and he was obviously in distress!!

nozomijoestarToday at 12:32 AM

Also Gio was the only one who first asserted that No, Narancia did the right thing in fighting Formaggio

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:33 AM

Yes and with that whole interaction the gang often uses Narancia as the scapegoat essentially and just give him shit for every little thing without trying to understand his POV

nozomijoestarToday at 12:33 AM

The Clash fight tbh I feel was an ass pull set up to give Narancia his big bad ass loyalty proving moment even if it's a great fight that beginning part is...only the Trish and Gio interactions rly make sense fjdjdjI wish him and Giorno hung out more or I guess more like talked more bc you can't rly hang out when you're getting assassinated every day hfgdg

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:36 AM

Yeah hdkdb, even with Fugo, even tho he found him and brought him to Bruno, he still calls him a dumbass, stabs him with a fork and shit, and then with Mista even tho I feel like they are Like Bros, he destroys Narancia’s radio for no fucking reason and also has a pattern of taking shit Narancia paid for without paying him backI def agree with that, I feel like Giorno interactions were lacking in that there really weren’t many one on one meaningful things so it’s hard for me to grasp his personal headspace and relationships a lot of the time

nozomijoestarToday at 12:37 AM

However to be a little more fair to the Bucci gang the manga version has Narancia trying a lot lot more to get their attention in logical ways that unfortunately Talking Heads completely ruins, he tried writing to let them know what was happening and TH warped the text into him saying vulgar things bragging abt his dick being a powerful Stand

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:38 AM

Yeah I was gonna add I wasn’t sure if the manga had other stuff, tbf

nozomijoestarToday at 12:38 AM

I think this is also Shounen Tropes of the 90s at play too the "child" character was often written as the comic relief dumbass Narancia suffers it so it does add a layer of Not Good to his relationships The trope still exists tbh Anime cut out him writing I assume bc it's too sexual It's already pushing it having him whip it out and piss in front of everyone jfhdhd

epickinnienaranciaToday at 12:41 AM

Yeah you right, it’s like the i want it to be that deep meme, like Araki obvi doesn’t have him only as comic relief but if he delved into his character more there would’ve been so much more that could’ve been done and shown YEAH DJDBDJDJF I WAS SURPRISED THT WAS ANIMATED

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nozomijoestarToday at 12:51 AM

Ok but to get back on track with where I was trying to go even opening this all up is how it's critical to NaraTrish in a mutually beneficial way

nozomijoestarToday at 1:01 AM

Nara is no incel he's a King obvs but he is also at heart a confused scared kid uncertain of anything in the world beyond what's closest in his grasp and without someone actively believing in and validating him he can't fully achieve awareness of healthy dynamics and even the problems within the ones he already has with his gang and Bruno- Trish doesn't have to babysit him and be the stereotypical The Woman Only Supports And Gives Up Her Body bc thats never her and couldn't be her and Narancia wouldn't make her that way bc even when he kinda touches on that (giving in a bit to the idea that men are the main protectors of women) when he gets too fixated on wanting what he thinks is for her wellbeing he does snap out and acknowledge he's wrong bc

Trish by her independent nature and tremendous Will proves those stereotypes are bullshit, not even factoring in their first meeting as already making a huge impression on his beliefs of what girls can do- Trish knowing how to challenge him by staying true to herself yet having the compassion to help someone suffering and with fewer chances from birth than she had would not only win him over but give him something even Bruno can't, self sustaining confidence, bc Trish isn't part of a chain of command, she's just a girl in love with a boy who wants him to be happy and that concept while foreign to him for so long once it kicks in he could actually learn to build himself For himself and For someone who wouldn't use him for some greater schemes or dirty work,

I love Bruno ok he's one of the best characters in anything ever but his flaw in his ability to help motivate ppl is tied to that fact that he's bringing them into a dangerous strict order of command to Serve not entirely in a place/way that lets them just be themselves and realize organic loving relationships with anyone and themselves SO

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:05 AM

they’re healing...... being shown love without a position of authority or any obligations is so powerful for his growth

nozomijoestarToday at 1:25 AM

That all being said, Everything Trish does he's paying attention to, she keeps him alive during the Grateful Dead fight not because she needs him to serve for a cause ( a cause might I add even Bruno the near saint he is was ready to let Nara go right then and there for bc death is in the job description) but because she doesn't know him well yet and shit he even swung a knife at her when they first met over who was in the bathroom, but he's a person suffering and in pain and to let him die even if it's Expected Of The Mission is garbage to her even if she respects Bruno down the line as a father compared to fucking evil Diavolo,

Trish constantly goes out her way to do these things for Nara bc Trish instinctively knows he's the most vulnerable mentally and her sense of compassion and justice (likely something Donatella made sure to instill in her before her death by cherishing Trish and spoiling her even as a single mother) will not stand to not help someone when she could've- and he reciprocates it even if in disbelief bc he can tell This Person Is Safety, This Person Is Like Me Yet Not, A Better Me I Want To Be, by the time he's about to die someone with his fragile mind was actually gaining conviction about taking control for himself on his own terms and he would risk even those chances to defend the person who actually helped him arrive there (along with Gio) in the first place,

I think by the end of his life he rly did love her or start to, it being romantic or not is up to individual interpretation to which you know I'm in the romance camp, point is he found someone who truly taught him strength without him fully realizing it and did so without belittling him, if anything instead treating him only with love and kindness and patience (not being a door mat for him, but like, not treating him like ass like everyone else has their moments of either), I think anything Trish asks of him, this is all why he's so willing to do it on top of feeling deep empathy, I've written in my character notes as well that like this goes even further to sex being one of the most intimate things there is, like I kno we jest and jape abt Teens Doing Dumb Shit bc we're clowns

but the sheer vulnerability you have to have esp in a first love situation to be willing to go through with that for the first time ever takes a lot of trust and courage, aspects I think Trish was able to give him and would solidify in asking something seen as so important for many people from him, the headstrong Trish wants to be vulnerable for him and the slowly confidence boosted Narancia wants to accept that faith and trust and love and exchange it with his own of the same for her, it's not horny teens 100% it's two hurt but hopeful kids on the verge of having to be adults wanting to find another piece of identity in how they are with someone else, obvs it will forever be offscreen bc pedos deserve to be skinned alive

I just feel that the components that would fuel them to do something teens try to do to feel more adult and bc hormones are a lot more based in growing maturity than pure lust, I think this is what I fully mean by Writing About Teens Exploring Love And Sexuality; Not Fetishizing And Reveling In Showing The Act Itself Especially For Disgusting Titillation, I think this and not explicitly writing the sex are the difference between child porn and creating realistic characters

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:36 AM

Yeah, it is going to sound like a dumb take but the topic of sex and sexuality itself is not inherently sexual, by which I meant it isn’t the focus — there’s SO much more to it and in this case especially it can be like the ultimate sign of love, trust, intimacy, compassion, trying to make your way as a teen through a harsh world, like I can go on. Nasties Dont Interact but the shying away from the mere mention of it in a non-sexualized context is unrealistic.

Yes The Grateful Dead fight i 1000% agree is so important in both his personal growth and the development of their relationship, I think it’s an important parallel that he is dumbfounded about her going to such lengths to keep him alive without the sense of duty/obligation versus Trish’s feelings and outbursts of confusion on why Bucciarati and his gang even cared about her, protecting her to the point of death being on the line.(edited)

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:44 AM

all these elements of complication and similarities between their characters is why ive gotten so passionate about both them and their relationship (whether romantic or platonic it’s really fucking strong and good), the story of two kids making it through adversity, learning to unshoulder their burdens and lean on others, the Found Family™️, and learning and growing together is just so much more fucking deep and complex than the mainstream bs that exists.

now im not any type of elitist hipster but esp in male and female relationships portrayed in what feels like basically fucking everything are just like CompHet Bullshit and they’re together bc They Are Just Supposed To Be (not to mention the toxic masculinity culture within that where the women barely have character arcs and are just seen as objects anyways) But what I’m trying to say is that in this the relationship is real and it feels earned in a way that just isn’t there in so much other media out there(edited)

nozomijoestarToday at 1:48 AM

Honestly if we tweak this just a lil more this is basically Guts and Casca One of the greatest and saddest romances ever written

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:48 AM

i still have berserk bookmarked just haven’t gotten around to reading yet

nozomijoestarToday at 1:48 AM

If VA was a Seinen it's p much Berserk In Italy Also big brain...galaxy brain...everything you said was a fact signed sealed and delivered(edited)

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:51 AM

Wow we’re actually in sync and using the brain cell to its fullest extent tonight

nozomijoestarToday at 1:51 AM

When I say she's his world and he's hers this is what I mean, not comphet hdhdhfhYEAH HFHDG

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:52 AM

(also my phone autocorrected “and” to “ANF” bc of twdg..... it also sometimes changes it to “AMD” bc I work in technology. My Phone Knows My Interests Are More Important To Me Than One Of The Main Parts Of Speech. Iconic)YESSSS they’re just SO GOOD there’s so much to articulate!

nozomijoestarToday at 1:55 AM

She was his Queen, and god help anyone who disrespected his Queen

epickinnienaranciaToday at 1:55 AM

JDBDHE SHIT THE FUCK IP DKDBEBDJFBBD

nozomijoestarToday at 1:56 AM

Buy my silence $8000 a month

#jojo's bizarre adventure #naratrish #narancia ghirga #trish una #we support them at everything they do ty

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Now that’s how to do pain. It hurts but there was growth and the story and characters moved forward. Thoughts on 14.18 featuring lonely bunker tracking shots, Jack’s subconscious being an asshole, self-aware Winchesters, remorseful Cas, big Destiel drama, and Team Free Will tested but not broken.

“Get out of jail free card.” So yeah. Jack’s been fixing mortal injuries and murdering enemies and being the magical fix-it guy and this is exactly why the writers have had to keep messing up Cas in various ways or having him vanish because Sam and Dean can’t have a magical superpower hanging around fixing stuff all the time. Jack is a lot more powerful than Cas now, and a lot more of a wild card, while Cas as completely proven himself, so this issue has shifted from Cas, who is much more of a steady fixture in Sam and Dean’s lives, to Jack who is re-powered up and extra powerful and a loose cannon. So of course things have to go terribly wrong with Jack. What the endpoint will be, I don’t know. Re-souled and reduced power? Re-souled and turned human? I don’t know. There’s probably going to be a lot of hurt first.

The shots of that empty bunker as the camera reflects Sam and Dean’s search for Mary and Jack, who were supposed to be back there, is very very telling. Oh so interesting. Sam and Dean alone in their bunker is no bueno and the narrative is underscoring in yellow highlighter with these visuals and the boys’ worry. The bunker should be filled with their family and the emptiness and loneliness of those tracking shots...

“Not Nick, not Lucifer. I’m you.” So Jack created this manifestation? Have to say, Jack’s subconscious is an asshole, and extremely hard on Jack. Of course.

This music score is some MCU epic angst levels.

Okay, Nick’s really dead-dead. Can’t say I’m sorry but I get that for the characters, this is horrifying, to know someone they care about killed someone like that. It’s not about whether Nick deserved it, it’s the out of control brutality. I’ll just wave my hands and pretend this isn’t undermined by how much an actual honest-to-god majority of the fandom in every lane, even lanes that never agree on anything, wanted Nick gone and thank you, Jack.

Cas’s memory flashback of Mary, oh noes, this hurts. He offers to heal her but she’s reluctant. “Are you still afraid of me?” Oh my heart. Cas forming attachments to more than just Sam and Dean, this matters. Cas of yore didn’t attach like that, and didn’t mourn. Not the way now!Cas does.

Cas: “I know you know this Mary, but Sam and Dean are glad to have you back...you should know they’re happy. I mean, finally they don’t have to be so alone.” Mary: “Castiel...they were never alone.”

LEAVE ME TO CRY SHE KNOWS CAS WAS THERE FOR THEM SHE ACKNOWLEDGES IT.

And it’s interesting Cas assumes their aloneness when, well, he exists. No, I don’t think this line is there to acknowledge Sam and Dean have each other although that’s certainly true as to why they were never really alone and Mary knows that too. But the context here was Cas specifically talking about Mary, a third party, making them less alone, and Mary points out they haven’t been, because hello, Cas is right there and has been there for them a long time and Mary has figured that out.

Oh goooood everything about this Sam, Dean, and Cas scene is heartbreaking.

“I was scared. I believed in Jack for so long. I believed that he was good...we were a faily and I didn’t want to lose that...I failed you and I failed Jack.”

JUST STAB ME.

Dean’s lashing out, saying if anything has happened to Mary, “you’re dead to me” to Cas is very harsh. That doesn’t mean he’s a horrible person, abusive, doesn’t love Cas, is actually going to never ever forgive Cas. He’s scared too. He’s grieving he’s hurt and he trusts Cas. Cas holding this information from them wasn’t the right thing to do. But it’s also not all Cas’s fault, Sam and Dean knew something was wrong, they knew Jack was soulless. So it’s not a matter of Cas deserves to hear such harsh words.

Dean is ready to grab that BOTD and do whatever it takes. Hey Dean, remember in S10 you made Sam swear to never use that to save you? Because of the damage it could cause? After you say “you’re dead to me” to your best friend--even if understandable how upset you are--now you’re throwing away your own hard-earned awareness of the butterfly effect of going too far to get a loved one back. Dean is in major pain and not thinking clearly. And oh here’s the thing...he doesn’t get into this state of mind just for Sam.

I’ve pointed this out before, I’ll say it again: it’s not about Sam. It’s not about Cas. It’s not about Mary. It’s a Dean thing. It’s his fear of losing family. Talk all you want about how far Dean will go for Sam but he’s flipping out losing it over Mary, and we saw how devastated he was by Cas’s death, to the point he lost all hope. Dean’s rage over Kevin’s death and he broke furniture. Dean’s rage over Mary’s death and he broke furniture. We saw MoC Dean completely lose it over Charlie’s death. We saw what Dean was like in Purgatory refusing to leave Cas behind no matter the risk to himself, to themselves (although not risk to the world).

This is all incredibly painful but I’m not seeing how else Dean should be expected to react all this, I also think it wouldn’t be good if things stay there with no growing and well, guess what, they don’t.

Something that isn’t making sense--if Jack is soulless, how does he feel this much remorse for killing Mary, how is his subconscious torturing him so much about losing Sam and Dean’s trust? I’m not sure where Jack’s story is going ultimately but maybe this is a reason to hope he’s not completely lost.

Rowena: “Talk to them Jack, they’re your kin.” Yep. Rowena, who said yes to Michael to save them all. Who swore up and down to never be weak again, that love was a weakness, has gone all Team Free Will on us. I love her arc so much.

Mary training Jack flashback. I’m always happy when SPN actually shows hunter training and this transitions beautifully into a Sam memory of Mary and now I’m going to start yelling about CLOSURE CLOSURE CLOSURE again. Like last week, it’s all pointing to saying goodbye to Mary. (Which I have some thoughts on, on a meta-textual level, but will do that in a different post).

“How much did the two of you go through when I wasn’t there for you” “Somehow they’re literally the bravest, kindest most heroic men on the planet.” I AM GOING TO CRY. I’m glad Sam got to hear all that. I’m sorry Dean didn’t but he did get Mary’s apology last week for not being there for them more often.

But damn, CLOSURE THEME. I been saying. After John literally fading in ep 300 and Sam and Dean moving forward from that. Now they say goodbye to Mary.

“Cas should have told us.” “Dean, it wasn’t just Cas. We knew Jack was dangerous...I just dumped Jack on Cas and left. I knew something was gonna...” “I did too...it was a warning...I just couldn’t see it.”

MY BEAUTIFUL SELF-AWARE HURTY WINCHESTERS.

So there it is. Yeah Dean is still mad and Sam has to initiate the wave-down and takes the pro-Cas argument. But Dean capitulates immediately. He knows. They both know. They all knew something was wrong with Jack and it’s not all on Cas, although yes Cas should have told them about Felix. The narrative continues again and again to show sympathy for Sam, Dean, and Cas and I am immensely enjoying all this character development where they’re voicing these things so readily. That this conversation fell within the same episode as Dean’s harsh words to Cas.

Of course Cas isn’t there to hear this, but things are pointed in a good direction for these three at least.

They all wanted to believe in Jack so so much. Even Dean with his initial rejection was won over. They all wanted to believe. I can’t say they were wrong, because I can see why they did, and by S14 I’m rooting for Jack to be good too. I’ve been metaing all season about the good Jack as brought for them, Team Free dads.

I don’t have a strong sense where they’re going with Jack, it’s not like with Mary and what looked like an inevitable march to closure. I did expect Jack to go dark and here we are. But where this lands? I hope they don’t lose Jack. I don’t think they were wrong to see the good in him but how does soulless ultra-powered Jack can get fixed and how he can come back from having killed Mary Winchester?

Dumah tells Cas that Mary is “at peace. She died instantly, completely.”

There’s Rowena, being the Cassandra warning Jack about the consequences of meddling with necromancy, plus there’s no body so it’ll be a full mess.

Dean wanted to race for the BOTD. Jack is hell-bent on using necromancy. Winchesters.

Dean’s memory of Mary sleeping on his shoulder as he drives through the night and he looks so content and happy. JUST STAB ME IT WOULD HURT LESS.

Although Dean didn’t get to hear all the things Sam did from Mary, Dean did get some sense of connection back with her. He got to have his mom back, that hole of loss that’s been in him since he was four years old and he accepted the whole brittle complicated realness package, after most of his life idealizing a soft-focus childhood memory. Although he hits the ceiling about Mary in this ep, Dean was able to let John go in ep 300, and I think losing Mary now is also different. He’s not four years old. He has a family (albeit one that’s yet again a hot mess but I think they’ll work things out). He got at least to get to know her as Dean the adult, not Dean the four year old who had his mom ripped away plus trauma of seeing her burning on the ceiling. He got to say what he said to her in S12, to acknowledge what losing her did to him, to their family, and his hate and his love. There’s at least some healing here.

Jack’s subconscious really wants to burn it all down. Not only will Sam and Dean never trust Jack again, “you can never trust them.” Oh SHUT UP WHO ASKED YOU, JACK’S SUBCONSCIOUS.

Sam looking at the pictures. MY SADNESS

AND CAS WALKS IN.

AND THEN DEAN.

Okay, that’s good, they’re all in the same room and nobody is yelling. Dean’s still behind a wall of ice right now.

“She’s in heaven and she’s at peace.”

Dean’s clipped inquiry about whether Cas just took Duma at her word about Mary and Cas’s reply that no in fact he went into heaven to see for himself. Zing. Is that all you think of me, Dean, pls. Without getting outwardly angry at Dean. Okay yes this is terrible but they are going to be okay and this is some big Destiel drama going on right here before our eyes. If anyone ever got it together enough to bring this out of subtext to full text, I’d be expecting make-up sex.

Sam, Dean, and Cas holding the hunter’s funeral pyre for Mary hurts in a thousand ways but for the sake of Team Free Will, the three of them grieving together, they’re all there together, shouldering it...I expected this ep to be a Team Free Will fest and it is, in a really hurty way. It’s also significant we’re seeing Cas grieving. To get to grieve. To be present at a hunter funeral for family.

Cas trying to go to Dean to comfort him, and I presume try to apologize and say how very sorry he is and Sam putting out his arm and stopping him was shattering but so right. Sam is right. Dean needs some breathing room and Dean deserves some breathing room. He’s not canceling Cas but he’s still raw from the grief and trust issues.

Dean has already acknowledged his own shared culpability. He hasn’t talked to Cas about it but he acknowledged it, and Sam acknowledged it. As I said earlier, Dean trusted Cas so much and they went through so much together to get there. Even if Dean knows it isn’t all on Cas I think Cas hiding the information about Felix from him shook him. He also, given that he already acknowledged shared culpability, is likely feeling uncomfortable because after saying “you’re dead to me” to Cas, well, how does he walk back from that? And even if his rational brain knows it isn’t all on Cas, Dean still hurts. So Dean’s not ready and Sam knows it, and I think Sam, knowing that, also sees how desperately Cas wants to make things right with Dean, and that if Cas gets rebuffed right then, it’ll hurt even more. Sam is playing Destiel mediator, as well as being protective of Dean, and you just know he hates it when they’re like this, but he also understands. This gesture was really intuitive of Sam.

The MW joining the SW and DW on the table feels right. Interesting nobody added a JW. Back to my thoughts about the camera’s lonely track through the empty bunker, SW and DW’s initials aren’t alone on that table any more. Even though they lost Mary. Hopefully family doesn’t have to die to get carved on there and we may see more to come.

I’ll put some extra Mary thoughts in another post.

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