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Paint the lot red | Qian Kun

Qian Kun x Reader

▸ FLUFF, ANGST, Smut, Vampire au ▸ Part of the Stephen King’s collab, hosted by @starryqian & @takitaro ▸ Inspired by Stephen King’s, Salem’s Lot

Summary: Kun is a vampire, buying humans in exchange for immortality. He wanted to buy you and your house, but love changes everything. Convincing each other to be something you’re not. Kun wants to turn you into a vampire, but you want him to embrace being a human. Will Kun leave his family for you? Or you will accept the immortality he offers?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of car crash, family loss, Vanilla sex, depression from family loss, bloodsucking, virginity loss, unprotected sex, swearing, major character death, blood, mentions of alcohol, depression

A/N: Salem’s Lot is a handful but great book. I can’t follow the entire plot of Stephen King’s work, so heres my version of it. This is also inspired by Vampires VS. The Bronx... HAHAHA so, here. And sorry if the ending is SLIGHTLY close to my Jaehyun’s Body, but I plotted this first so 🤷🏼‍♀️

Tag list: @jimjamjaemin @inseonqt @thefouranemoi @jaehyunoos @sunshinedhyuck @neospirited @shanghai-lu @loeygotospacenow @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat @commentgirl @yukine-smx (I hope I did not missed anyone)

NEWS FLASH: The family of the famous writer Y/N, died in a car crash on their way to the airport for a family trip to Hawaii. All four passengers are dead on arrival including the driver. The funeral will be closed and private, as per the writer Y/N’s request.

The sky has your favorite shade of orange when you arrived at the house. Home, you thought. Always the same big house that you grew up to. It’s been almost ten years since you step foot in this house and seeing it again for the first time made you regret every Christmas that you purposely missed just so you can avoid spending time with your family. And besides feeling that you’re home, you feel regret suffocating you. What was I thinking, you murmured. This house used to be filled with laughter and happiness. Nights where you and your family will watch TV together in the living room with all the lights closed, countless meals together and talking about random stuff while eating, drinking coffee with your mother, playing board games with your brother. But now, the house is filled with dust and despair.

The house feels cold and dirty but either way, it’s what you need. You would rather feel the emptiness of this big house and miss your family than be alone in your apartment. Maybe being home can make you write something worth reading for again, maybe being home will help you be alive again. Losing your whole family is a different kind of pain. The word ‘alone’ does not cover what you’re feeling right now.

It has been nine months since the accident but the sad news is still fresh in your heart that sometimes when you remember it, you just turned into stone and start crying out of nowhere. Thankfully, the town was understanding enough about what you’re going through in life. They were all careful not to make you remember your family’s death, and made sure to take care of you in ways that they can.

“I see some stores are closing? What happened to Miguel’s Ice Cream shop?” you asked Sophie, the owner of the small grocery store in town. You’ve known her since you were just a little girl, and your mother and father helped her grow her business.

“Well, since your father’s death there's this vampire family who’s been buying the whole town. One by one, Qian Properties. Offering money and immortality as payments” she says. The worry in her tone is quite evident as if she knew that vampires will soon knock on her store and offer her the same thing. Money and immortality.

After your family’s passing, the world has gone mad like they took every good thing from this world with them on their graves. Crazy how in nine months the things that are used to be fiction like vampires, are now the new normal. Everything happened so fast. Their kind grew and grew and now their population covers over almost 1/4 of the world. Vampires school, condominiums for vampires, hotel ran by vampires, humans being vampires. It’s crazy. But even though the world has gone mad, it doesn’t bother you because the pain that you’re dealing with right now is taking too much of your sanity.

As months slowly pass by, even though you hate writing right now, you still try and find your way back to loving what you used to do for a living. Writing was everything to you. There’s no greater feeling than sharing something you’ve created to the world, show it entirely, and watch the people love every bit of that thick thing we called a book. You lost your spark with writing when the accident happened and it changed your life. Everything you published became the talk of the world, people hating it and blaming what happened to your family. It was your darkest time. Losing your family and watching your career end.

You type, delete over and over again, and tried writing your feelings away until you see the sun setting again. A good reminder to call it a day. Then someone rang your doorbell. You quickly grabbed your robe and make your way downstairs, you see a man’s figure on the other side of the gate, wearing a nice suit, black trousers, and nice leather shoes.

“Good evening. I hope I did not interrupt you, I’m Qian Kun” he offered his hand for you to shake it which you accepted with a straight face. Qian. The family name of the vampires who are buying properties in this town and you’re not stupid to not know what he came here for. You wanted to shoo him away and tell him that you’re not interested in anything that he will offer. You have a lot of money and you don’t need immortality.

You crossed your arms and waited for him to talk more. “May I come in? I’m looking forward to this meeting for quite some time now” he says. You turned around and did not say anything but left the gate wide open. “Please” he added and he sounded desperate.

“Mr. Qian, I left the door open. What are you waiting for?”

“I- I suppose you don’t know that vampires cannot come in unless you invite them in” you didn’t of course.

“I’m sorry. I did not know. Please come in”

When you two settled in the living room, he started the conversation by introducing himself. You notice that he’s well mannered, polite, and careful with his words. He doesn’t sound fake like the monsters who pretend to care for you in the writing industry. Kun was straightforward without offending you, intimidating but not enough to make you feel small. He stated his intentions very clearly, “As a firstborn, I want my family to have a nice home. And this house is perfect. You will not be homeless, of course. We will find you a new house, cash, and immortality” he says.

You couldn’t agree more with what Kun told you. But the reason that he’s here to buy your house is something you can’t let him do. Even if he’s polite, nice, and handsome if you’re being honest. You can’t let him take away your home.

“It’s good that you love your family so much and you’re taking care of them. Something that I regret not doing” you take a sip from your coffee before you continue saying something that will bring you to tears, “are you aware that I lost my family, about a year ago?” you were calm when you said it, but it still hurt like hell. Admitting that they’re gone.

Kun was speechless. He felt like he ruined your peace and your time to mourn your family but most of all, it felt like he’s disrespecting you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know” is all he can say.

“I have way too much money and I don’t want immortality. Thank you for your offer, but this is all I’ve got”

“I cherish my family too. I have a family and we don't have a home, you don’t have a family but you have a home. Be part of us, we can be your family”

You got offended, but still, there’s not enough reason to burst out and be hysterical. You gave him a small smile and shook your head, “Good luck finding a home Mr. Qian. I admire you taking care of your family”

The night ended coldly, both disappointed with personal reasons. Although he felt sorry about his visit, he still got his eyes on the prize. Kun will stand his ground and will try over and over again until you say yes to his offer. You, on the other hand, don’t know why you have a soft spot for the vampire even though he already offended you. Maybe it’s because you were moved for his honest reasons that you can’t let out your anger towards him even if you force yourself. He was just trying and finding his family a stable home, no need to get mad, you said to yourself.

As days go by, the vampire did not give up as expected. He continued his visit and greet you with the sweetest smile. He tried pursuing you, giving you flowers, bringing you books to read, chocolates, fruits, anything that crosses his mind that will try to change your decision. He was desperate for his family’s sake and it was obvious.

Sophie said that Qian properties chose this place because it’s far from the city. There’s a lot of trees and the neighborhood is peaceful. “That’s why he’s desperate. Your father made this town great. Don’t let that Qian family eat up of what your father built” she says sternly.

You walked alone to your house with a bag of take out, thinking of other ways to make your meal even more delicious. Since you’re alone in life, you don’t have someone to cook you a decent meal. When you were living alone in the city, you have your manager cook you good food. But now that you’re completely alone, you just have to make the best out of this take out.

“Hi” of course the vampire waited for you to come home. You smiled and let out a small laugh because both of his hands are carrying grocery bags.

“What are you doing? I have food and enough stocks for a whole family, and I live alone” It was a joke. You giggle and opened the gate, this time you did not forget to invite him in.

“That’s not why I’m here. I’m here as a friend a new vampire friend- Let me cook for you please, I need a friend”

Hearing him say those words made you think that Kun is a blessing in disguise. Finally, decent food. You don’t want to admit but having Kun’s company tonight made you feel happy. Not genuinely happy of course, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Surprisingly, he’s talkative but not annoying. The words that came out from his mouth made sense to the point that you’re learning new things from him. He was right, he’s here as a friend and not as a buyer of your house.

“Why do you want my house so bad?” you asked. Stirring the spaghetti sauce that he made.

“Hmm. I thought I’m here as a friend?” he smiles and refuses to answer your question. He looked handsome up close, but his unbelievably white skin is scary. It reminded you that he’s a vampire.

“Well okay, if you don’t want to answer that question. I didn’t know vampires eat. I thought you only drink blood from humans” you quickly changed the subject so he can feel comfortable.

“I love food and I love cooking. It’s my guilty pleasure. It doesn’t make me full, but if what I made taste good then I’m satisfied” he answered your question with a big smile. Proud and happy to talk about how he loves cooking.

For someone who doesn’t have a soul, Kun is a vampire full of life. You listen to him talk about the things he sees on TV and watches his eyes show you and tell you how he’s curious about the world. He’s well aware that there's so much you can do in a lifetime, he wanted to learn many things and go around the world. He’s almost more human than you are. “Well if you have all these dreams of yours why don’t you embrace life instead of living in the shadows for your family?” you hope he answers your question this time.

“My family is more important than my dreams and my wants in life. The things that I long for will forever be in this world, but my family can die anytime-“ he realized what he just said, “I’m- I’m sorry. I got carried away. Please- Uh, how’s the food?” he tried changing the subject but it was too late.

He’s right. Everything he said is right and you’re realizing it just now, “I wish I met you before my family died. Unlike you, I chose my dreams and turned my back against my family. And now I’m regretting it. Don’t worry, you didn’t offend me and the food is great. Really great” your tone was slowly turning sad and gloomy. The vampire was quick to be concerned but he can’t do anything to help you heal. So, he changed the mood and joked about offering you immortality and you argued with him and tried convincing him to embrace being human. It was a friendly debate that made him blush and your heart flutter.

Kun hates lying, even to himself. As he listens and watches you speak very closely while you drink your wine, he's slowly liking you and he's not afraid of what he's feeling right now. He loves how you talk about the things you've experienced already like he's listening to a book about wonders. You must be a great writer. The whole time you were talking about your first book to him, he was really impressed by your talent but he can't listen to you further. Instead, he just admired you closely.

Then he kissed you.

He noticed how your lips were plump and red because of the red wine and the kiss was something he can’t control because he wanted to do it. “I’m not sorry about the kiss, I wanted to do it” at least he was honest about what he feels. "Please continue your story" and so you did, but this time you were smiling from ear to ear.

Good things come to an end. You felt that you went out on a date with Kun when the night ended. You felt nothing but happiness, butterflies in your stomach, cheeks hurt because of too much smiling. He flashed those handsome dimples of his and waved goodbye to you. Neither of you wanted to end the night so early but he had to go home to his family.

The next day, while you were trying so hard to put what you feel into writing, you look over the window and hope to see Kun’s figure outside your huge gate. But no, he’s not there. Until the sun is finally setting again and the sky turned into your favorite shade of orange, you were disappointed but only for a short span of time.

The same thing happened for a week. You waited for the vampire to show up outside your gate, but he never did. Maybe he finally gave up.

One fine beautiful evening, you were reading the books Kun gave you while you enjoy a cup of warm tea then your doorbell rang three times that it almost sounded so desperate for attention. Finally, the figure that you’ve been meaning to see showed up. You welcome him in like an old friend and he greets you with an exhausted smile. He looked tired and dull you noticed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show up for days” you haven’t seen each other for a week and the first words you heard from him are apologies. “I was busy running the family business” he clears his throat and sat comfortably on the couch.

“Which is?” you asked.

“Buying humans so my family name will forever live,” he said oh so cooly. Surprising you with honestly again that never bothered you. In fact, he continues to surprise you. “And looking for a new town to buy” he added. You noticed during your long walks that people in this town continue embracing immortality in exchange for their establishments and loyalty for Qian properties. It sounds complicated, their business, but really it’s not hard to understand. It’s like a normal business that buys and sells properties and a big company that needed a lot of staff. But for Qian properties, lives are involved.

“What happens to the people you turn to vampires?”

“Besides being rich, they will have a long life, my family owns them and as long as they live, they will work for my family. But I can assure you that their lives are safe. We don’t harm them, rather we help them adjust to this new life they swore to- How are you?”

His sudden concern for you caught you off guard that you smiled and became shy in front of him. He’s not here as a businessman again, he’s here as your friend, Kun. Whom you kissed and waited for his presence every day.

“I waited for you every day” he smiled at your honesty. But then, his smile slowly fades away. He holds his chest and pretends that he’s okay to not make you worry. “I’m not stupid you’re hungry. When was the last time you drank blood?” you brought him to your kitchen to give him a plate of raw steak. But he told you steak does not cover it. You were trying so hard to help him ease his hunger. Then you realized, you have blood.

“Try not to kill me? Or turn me?” you exposed your collar bones to him and standup in between his legs. He was sitting on the kitchen counter like a bored teenager with a bottle of water in his hand. He let out a cute laugh and fixed your robe.

“No. I can’t do that to you. I’m not here to ask for blood. I’m just tired and pressured because of my family. I just needed to see you” he smiled so sweetly again, making you fall in love with his gaze. Even though he’s tired and weak to the core he can still make your heart flutter.

“I’m not going to take no for an answer. If you don’t drink my blood, you can never see me again” it was a dangerous bargain but you had to try. You came closer to him, felt his cold skin, smelled his cologne, and hope that he smells your blood. It was a struggle for him and he enjoys your sweet torture. Until he finally gave in.

“Just one swig,” he says.

“That’s all I want to happen. Please, you look dead” you insist.

He took his time untying your robe, remove it from you and watch it hit the tiled kitchen floor. He kissed your neck like the gentleman that he is making you weak and let out soft moans. His lips are cold and it sends a shiver straight to your spine. Then he bit you. Drank your blood like he’s just kissing your neck. It felt like you’re high on drugs, everything kept spinning and the moment he stopped. You feel weak and he was quick to catch you with his strong arms. Kun kissed the part where he had bit you a few seconds ago and kissed you all the way from your collar bone, neck, chin, and finally your lips.

Everything turned slow. Like a moment being kept for safekeeping and no one dares to move too fast. Scared to ruin such a beautiful moment.

You took him to your room and there you two continued that beautiful moment. He watched you remove your clothes in between his legs as he comfortably sits on the edge of your queen-sized bed. Once you discarded all your clothes and exposed your bare body to him, his hands roam freely around your body. It’s his first time, he whispered. “I’ll try not to disappoint you” he promised.

While you help him remove his clothes, Kun learned to kiss your body. He was shy but you told him he doesn’t have to. He learned to kiss your chest, the valley between your boobs and your stomach. “Why are you avoiding my boobs?” you asked with a slight giggle, waiting for his lips to brush your perked nipple and make you shiver. He looked at you directly in the eye as he starts sucking your left nipple, then he turned to your right boob, and in a matter of minutes, he finally learned how to use his tongue. You gasped and breathed in deeply as you were just standing in between his legs, naked, shivering, and moaning at the things he’s been doing to you.

“You’re going to make me cum undone” you informed him. He stopped and leaned back, admiring your swollen nipples as if he’s proud of his work.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked oh so innocently.

“No” you pushed him slowly to the mattress, “But I’d rather cum in other different ways,” you said. This time it’s your turn to kiss his cold body and let him experience the pleasure he’s been giving you. His low groans were music to your ears when you licked his nipples while you unbutton his pants and remove it swiftly leaving him only with his boxers briefs.

Given that this is his first time, you decided to stay on top tonight and take charge. You kissed his abs, feel it with your hands, and took time kissing his lower abdomen, making the vampire impatient and push his underwear down so your lips can finally make contact with his cock. You gave him his first blow job, sucking his dick slowly and pumping it over and over again until it’s really hard and thick. “I promise to give you a proper blowjob someday” you crawled on top of him until your wet folds are coating his cock with your pussy juices.

“I can get addicted to you, you know that?” he says and smiled before you reach for his lips to distract him as you line his cock to your entrance and slowly sink down on him. His reaction was something you will never forget, the sound that he made once he’s fully inside you. You intertwined your fingers with him before you roll your hips deliciously.

“Ready?”

“Yeah- Oh, ahh” he part his lips and did not get shy anymore as he continues to let out his moans and feel your warm walls around him. He pulled your body closer to him, wanting to never leave those beautiful lips of yours. You made his arms rest on your hips, as you bounce up and down on his cock with utmost care. There’s no need to go wild and crazy for tonight. Everything is perfect.

“I’m close” he admitted. But you didn’t stop moving your hips.

“Can you make me pregnant?” you cage his head with your arms, your face is close to him so you can nip his lower lip and kiss him every second.

“I can’t” he answers your question. There was a slight disappointment of course. But this is not the right time to think about having kids.

“What are you waiting for? Let go and cum inside me”

Kun did what you said and had the time of his life, enjoying his first orgasm from having sex. It doesn’t matter if you didn’t cum tonight, Kun’s cock felt great and that alone satisfies you. He didn’t let you go for some time, you stayed on top of him as he continues to kiss and talk to you while he still enjoys your warmth.

Soon, you lay beside him and covered you with your clean thick sheets. You talked some more, about things that are intimate and are for the two of you only. You never felt so happy being in the arms of a… vampire. You felt alive again but you don’t say it out loud, you just wanted to bask at this moment with Kun and feel the happiness flood your heart.

“How are you feeling?” you asked. Maybe he needed more blood?

“I’m feeling just fine. Thank you. And I’m not talking about the sex and your blood. Thank you for letting me in your life” he was holding your hand while drawing small circles using his cold thumb.

That night, you two slept really late and talked more about life and the things you wanted. You learned that the two of you are very different from each other but you’re ready to love him deeply and he’s ready to take great risk for you too. And you think the beauty of loving someone so different from you is a different kind of great love.

Kun’s cold figure still hugs you tightly when you wake up the next day. The morning light hits his skin perfectly that he shines effortlessly. “fuck” you muttered and quickly tried getting out from his cold embrace to close the curtains. But he tugs you even closer to his body making you panic even more, “are you hurt?”

“No” he kissed you good morning and sweetly requests, “can we stay a little bit longer like this? I still don’t want to face the day”

You raked his hair away from his face and gave him his morning kisses, “we can stay like this forever” you said.

“Does that mean you’re accepting immortality?-“

“That’s not what I meant”

“Oh”

Even so, being human and vampire in a relationship did not stop you two from loving each other without bounds. Every day has been nothing but happiness with Kun even though you both have your own disappointments with yourselves. You’re disappointed with writing, he’s disappointed with his family’s business. Every bit of the relationship was not easy but you two chose to be happy together every day and face each day together.

He starts calling your house his home because you are his home and you don’t mind him calling you that. It makes you happy. Every day, when the sky turns to your favorite shade of orange, Kun will ring your doorbell and you will welcome him home with kisses and warm hugs.

Soon, you two became confident about telling each other everything about your family. And for the first time, talking about them didn’t make you sad, but rather happy because you can share that part of your life with Kun who listens to every word you say attentively. He told you that his mom was the one who told him to give you books to read, give you flowers and treat you with respect. His stories about his family make you want to meet them someday. It will not be easy but, “We will get here eventually”

Speaking of eventually, he finally learned how to fuck after a few nights of making love with Kun. He finally became confident in bed, making you moan his name over and over again. Memorizing every inch of the places you loved being touched the most. Oh, he’s a fast learner and a great one if you’re being honest to the point that night after night you grip the sheets so hard because he was fucking you good.

Perfect. Everything is perfect.

“Good morning” you greet him with loving kisses as always before you make your coffee. He’s still shirtless and just wearing his pajamas while he makes breakfast. You hugged him from behind and enjoy his cold skin on a beautiful warm morning. “Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, hugging him tightly.

“Is that a yes for immortality?” he’s serious when it comes to ‘immortality’ but it never annoyed you because it’s his love language. You understand him.

“I want to be with my family, Kun” you bit his shoulder playfully and placed soft kisses after. He loves it when you do that.

“And I don’t want to watch you die,” he asked for a kiss on lips, which you gave happily.

“Why are we having this conversation?” you roll your eyes.

“You’re right. I love you, I’m sorry”

See. Push and pull. And it’s a decision that one day you’re going to face and not even ‘i love yous’, ‘i’m sorry’, hugs or kisses will solve that problem for you. Someday he will not joke about it. And you’re scared because the question is, family or Kun?

During the day, you kept thinking about the conversation you had with Kun before breakfast. It made you think hard and ran through every loophole. You imagined life without Kun, you imagined him watch you die in a hospital bed, and you imagine not being with your family ever again. Every decision broke your heart.

When Kun finally came home, you try shrugging the thought of making a decision one day and admire your boyfriend as he is about to prepare you dinner.

Having a very handsome vampire in your kitchen cooking you good food is definitely one for the books. It’s like watching a live cooking show and you’re the only audience who can taste what he’s cooking. The way he walks around and smiles at you from time to time is making you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling. Heck, even watching him sprinkle salt and pepper, chop the peppers, and squeeze some lemon is making your heart jump.

Such a waste.

All these talents for singing, great skills at the kitchen, handsome face… And yet he chose to live in darkness. You have nothing against the vampire, he didn’t choose to be born as a bloodsucker, but he did choose to serve his family. His number one mistake, honestly speaking.

“If you’re not a vampire, what would you want to be?” you asked him bluntly, sipping on your wine while you watch him cook. “I hope you know that you’re talented and that if you embrace being a human you can be many things. For starters, you can be a cook at a famous restaurant or a pilot”

“Are we seriously having this conversation?” he chuckles, turns off the stove and faced you, leaning on the kitchen counter, looking handsome as ever, “Do me a favor and imagine yourself being 200 years old still looking young and beautiful. Or being happily married for hundreds of years. With me” he left a kiss on your forehead and goes back to plating the food.

The words ‘happily married’ doesn’t sound so bad.

“So you’re telling me that if we stayed like this, vampire and human, and I’m finally old and wrinkly, you won’t love me anymore?” you tease him, not letting him know that the idea of being married affects you.

“Why can’t we have a normal dinner without being on each other’s throats? Come on let’s eat. Grab the wine please,” he offered his cold hand to help you come down from the stool and go together to the dining area.

Before eating he did notice you were spacing out, he puts down his spoon and fork and reached for your hand. “Look at me,” he says, “Vampire or not I’m going to marry you and we’ll live happily together”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Now, come on eat. Tell me if it’s delicious, I just learned this from the cooking show I’ve been watching”

The constant push and pull continued. Your relationship has always been a never-ending convincing each other to be something you’re not. But ever since you let Kun in your life happiness is present in your life again and you’re worried that maybe someday that happiness will be taken away from you again. Kun is literally the reason why you smile first thing in the morning and sleep peacefully at night.

After having dinner and you two are ready for bed, you can’t stop thinking about the conversation you had this morning. The decision you’ve been thinking about has been running in your mind the whole day but there's another thought that’s been bugging you all along and you’ve been wanting to ask Kun.

“Can you really not die?”

He must be tired. He closed his eyes and kept you close. You wait for his answer but it seems like he doesn’t want to keep the conversation. Then he looks at you, “I can. I just have to be careful. I can die like how humans die except for dying at old age” he explains and you don’t want to pry further. “I'm scared of dying, you know. There’s so much I want to do in my life even before I met you. But since then I became even more scared to death. This world holds everything important to me, my family, and you. I can’t die” he answered your question honestly of course.

The next day, Kun woke up before you because he’s been planning to do something lately but can’t execute his plans correctly. He was about to do it last night but you asked him a heavy question so he didn’t have a choice but to set aside his intentions first.

He carefully opened the bedside drawer and reached for the tiny object inside. Since he doesn’t know anything about romance, he doesn’t know how to propose beautifully to you. So he went for something he’s confident with. Honesty. He grabs your hand and slips the ring on your finger, carefully but his movements still woke you up.

Any girl would freak out seeing her boyfriend propose to her the moment she opens her eyes in the morning. The diamond is quite big and it made you gasp. Not that you cared about the rock but the fact that Kun just proposed to you the moment you wake up is just enough reason to panic.

But he made a ’Shh’ sign that made you follow him and kept yourself quiet. You feel your heart thumping and beating so fast at this moment that you want to burst out of happiness already but Kun is calm in front of you. Just calm.

“Listen” all you hear are birds chirping and comfortable silence, “peaceful right?” you nod your head, “Let’s never break that peace in our relationship. I don't know how to make things easier for us but let's start with, no more push and pull. Last night I promised you that vampire or not, I’m gonna marry you and this is me keeping that promise. I would rather watch you die at old age, wrinkly and weak than lose you” He kissed your hand, and the panic that you’ve been savoring is long forgotten. Instead of screaming your lungs out because of too much happiness, you kissed each other and engraved that beautiful moment in your hearts.

And because you and Kun have been living together for quite some time now, you’ve become the talk of the town. Everyone thought that Kun is keeping you hostage and is only using you to get the house and to get the whole town. Even though he has been really successful in buying lives lately and earning the people’s loyalty in this town, the ones who strongly refused Kun’s offer is now making a plot behind his back.

A plot where they plan to kill him and save you. They’re just waiting for the perfect timing to strike the vampire.

“He’s just using you to get the house. Of course, he had to marry you so he can have legal rights to your house. Trust me, that vampire will leave you” Sophie hated Kun so much that when you told her that you’re engaged she didn’t take it lightly. The old woman shoos you out of her store and told you to be smarter. It’s sad how she can’t see that you’re really happy with Kun.

When you got home from grocery shopping, you wait for Kun to arrive before you leave him for one night to meet your manager back to the city. It pains you to be away from Kun. It’s like there's this magnet that’s keeping you near him and stopping you from leaving the house but finally, you finished a good book. All thanks to Kun. Your manager wanted to meet you so you can work on the details and finally, go back to the world and show everyone how you’ve been.

“The city is great. You sure you don’t want to come? There's a lot of vampires in the city-“

“And my fiance is a famous writer. Who’s about to have her come back to the industry that she loves. I don’t want to give you a problem before you can even go back out there. People will not take it lightly if they see you with me” he kissed you and hope that you will not argue with him further.

“But we just got engaged. I don’t want to be away from you” you pout like a little girl.

“Well then come home soon” he smiles sweetly to you and finally made you stop your whining.

Leaving home never felt so wrong. But you realized, he’s right. You just have to come home soon.

When you were back in the city and in the familiar office of your manager, you can’t help but feel out of place. Is this really what you want? Because if your manager agrees to publish this new work of yours, that means you have to leave home again. You have to leave Kun and live in the city. Something you think you can’t handle. It's like making the same mistakes again.

“I love it! You’re back- amazing work. I have to meet this vampire that you’re talking about. The one who inspired you to write this beautiful masterpiece. Ugh! Welcome back!” he exclaims excitedly. But his approval did not make you excited or anything. You’re happy of course, but you’ve been thinking about coming home and telling Kun the good news.

“Are we done here?”

“Uh- yes, bu-“

“Great. Call me if you need anything. I have to go home now. Thank you” you shake his hand and bid him goodbye. You were quick to get out of there and head home already. The plan was to stay the night in your old apartment, but you can’t. You really can’t. It’s almost 3 in the morning and Kun must be sleeping already because he hasn’t answered your calls. You drove excitedly while playing with the ring on your finger, thinking about how to spend the following days with Kun as an engaged couple.

When you finally arrived in town, people in their sleep wears welcomes you in the street. But their faces looked worried and concerned. What’s happening, you murmured. Since a lot of people are blocking the street you decided to get out of the car and check what’s happening.

“Y/n… the house….” someone shouted.

“My house?” you ran as fast as you can to see what they’re talking about. Hoping that everything is fine and that Kun is safe and not inside the house.

Then you see it.

It was your favorite shade of orange. Eating your house, ruining your home. You watched the house burn and you never thought that watching it will make you hate something you used to love ever since you were just a kid. You wanted the bright colors to fade. Your hands are shaking as you call for help. Screaming at the top of your lungs as people try to stop you from running towards your house.

“Kun!” you screamed and asked for him but no one is answering you.

Sophie tried to make you listen to her while you push everyone away. “I’m sorry. We had to do this. The town was slowly dying and turning into a vampire town. Y/n! He will leave you in the end or worst, he will change you” she was apologizing but you didn’t want to listen to her anymore. You slapped the old woman and tried to kick her with all your might but the people are quick to stop you.

The fire spread so fast that Kun didn’t have time to save himself. He tried calling for help but the lines were already cut. It’s obvious the fire was planned. He was trying so hard to escape death, coughing and covering his mouth, crying while he bangs through the door that seems to be locked from the outside. I don’t want to die. He repeats over and over again, thinking about his family, his brothers, and of course you.

But he couldn’t go out. He banged through the door until his last breath and strength but it did nothing. Soon the fire ate him and all he can do is scream through the pain, cry, and accept death.

The next thing you know, you’re at the hospital. You see your manager sleeping on the couch. Tears started falling but you don’t know why. On top of that, your heart feels heavy. It’s a familiar feeling, you thought. Like when the news that your family died reached you.

Then you see your ring. And suddenly you understand why you started crying out of nowhere and why that familiar feeling of losing someone is back.

Kun is dead.

And once again you’re back to rock bottom but this time you don’t have a home or a place to help you heal.

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years

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Saturday 26 September 1835

12 ¼

No kiss rain last night from between 11 and 12 to after one - rainy morning but not heavy rainy till near 9 then fair and F55° - breakfast at 9 ¼ - A- getting off her speech for the first stone laying and I writing out mine put on my new pelisse and had my hair done - Marian was to have gone to the 1st stone laying, but got nervous and staid at home - A- and I off at 10 ¾ in my own carriage (with our 2 men behind) to Northgate hotel - not quite ready for us - began looking over the drawings of Northgate and by mistake kept the people waiting and did not begin the ceremony till about 11 ¾ which lasted about ¼ hour - A- did her part very well - the coins of the King’s reign (William IV) i.e. a sovereign, ½ ditto, ½ crown, shilling and sixpence (could not get at 7/. piece very scarce - Swanns the bankers in York had only seen two of William 14th 7/. pieces) were put into a large mouthed green glass bottle as also an inscription engraved on sheet-lead and rolled up tight - the cork was dripped in tar, then put into the neck of the bottle and covered over with course red wax - should have been hermetically sealed but Messrs. Harper and Husband could not get it done - had no blowpipe - I said I could have got it done at old Charles Howarth’s - no! because it was not plate glass - the green glass too difficult to fuse! the stone in which the hole was made that [A-] put the bottle into was a larger square piece of rough stone from one of Stock’s quarries, whence comes the rest of the stone wanted, and formed the footing of the front corner (nearest Halifax) of the casino - over this footing was put a very large mass of girt-stone quarried at Northgate in digging for the cellar, and which they called the foundation stone - there must have been a hundred people collected round the spot - 2 neatly dressed young ladies? some respectable looking men and the rest rabble - there was a little crowd to push thro’ to get into the wall-race - Mr Nelson junior and his men were in working costume - the bottle was held in hand by A- while she addressed Mr N- as follows ‘Mr Nelson, I have been requested to my friend Miss Lister, to lay the 1st tone of a casino, which will form a spacious and commodious saloon to be annexed to the Northgate hotel - I will only add that we hope and trust that the undertaking will prove an accommodation to the inhabitants of this town and neighbourhood, in whose prosperity we feel interested; that it will be an accommodation to the public at large, and that it will do credit to all the individuals concerned in its erection’ - This said A- deposited the bottle - 8 or 10 men lowered down and properly placed over it the foundation stone to which A- then gave 3 right earnest strokes with her mallet, and I spoke as follows looking now at Mr N- and now at the people assembled round - ‘Mr Nelson - my friend Miss Walker has done us great honour, and I trust her good wishes will not be in vain - I am very anxious that this Casino with its annexed Hotel should be an accommodation to the public at large, but more especially to this my native town in whose prosperity I ever have felt, and ever shall feel, deeply interested - I earnestly hope that the work we are now beginning, will do credit to us all - may the voice of Discord be never heard within its walls, may persons of every share of varying opinion meet together here in amity and in charity and my none ever go away dissatisfied but such, if such there be, whom good cheer and good humour cannot please!’ - I heard someone of the crown say ‘very well’ - A- and I hurried back into the carriage 3 cheers were given - Mr Harper gave us back the silver trowel, and we drove off to call on Mr and Mrs Musgrave at the vicarage - the inscription on the sheet-lead put into the bottle (written by Mr Gray on Tuesday) was as follows

‘The first stone of a spacious Casino, which will be annexed to a handsome public hotel, to be erected at Halifax was laid on the 26th day of September A.D. 1835. in the sixth year of the reign of King William IV by Miss Ann Walker the younger of Cliff Hill, Yorkshire in the name and at the request of her particular friend Miss Anne Lister of Shibden Hall, Yorkshire, owner of the property.’

Sat 3/4 hour from 12 5 to 12 50 at the vicarage with Mr and Mrs M- I mentioned A-‘s having been laying the 1st stone of the Casino - they, or rather Mrs M- let out their belief that the thing would not answer - said it was reported Mr Carr of the White Swan had taken it - of which I said I knew nothing - I see most people think the thing will be a losing concern and laugh at me for so throwing away my money - nous verrons - called at Mr Parker’s office (he came to the carriage door) to say the Sutherlands were to be in Halifax - we supposed at Mr P-‘s at 2 ½ - I ordered handbills to be put against holly stealers and wood and young tree damagers offering 10/ reward for each one taken, on conviction - home about 1 ½ - some while with my aunt - repeated our speeches and amused her - found A-‘s quondam Highlander servant James come to see her -

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Mr Harper came at 2 - in and out with him till left him at the tail-goit at 4 ½ , I to go to meet A- at Cliff Hill, and he to go to Mawson’s Stump x Inn to see that the dinner at 5 for the Northgate workmen was all right - Mawson much obliged - thought it would have been at Carr’s - asked 1/3 head for eating and 2/6 a head for drink - Mr Harper gave him 1/6 a head for eating and his price for drink = 4/. a head - I thought to have given 5/ a head- with Mr Harper at the cascade bridge and at Adney bridge, and in the new farmyard - they had got wrong this morning with the buttress - the 2nd ramp above the wall instead of being a ft or 2 below it - approved Mr Harper’s consequent manner of finishing them - carrying them above the wall and capped chevron-wise - Gave him Washington plan of the engine wheel dam goit - he is to calculate the proper dimensions of the wheel - found that the Manns were driving the tail-goit dead level instead of giving it 2ft. of fall from the mouth to the wheel as Mr Harper had advised and I thought I had fully explained to Holt - Mr Harper told them to give 18inch of fall (supposing about ¼ of the length of goit to be done) from where they left off to the wheel - the fall of 4inch at the last 3 or 4 yards towards the mouth - foolish - asked Mr Harper why he gave back the trowel, I supposing Nelson ought to have had it - he said when the owner of the property laid the 1st stone, sometimes the architect got the trowel, and sometimes those kept it who could get hold of it - but when a stranger (not the owner) laid the 1st stone, he thought it customary to give the trowel to the stranger as a memorial of their building, and he thought therefore Miss W- should have it - thanked him for the hint - but said I, there ought to be an inscription - talked it over a little - said I would send him the trowel tonight with a copy of the inscription and an impression of my arms - he said Cattle and Barber would engrave it well, but were so dear - this, in this case, not to be minded - would perhaps charge 2 guineas for the engraving - asked 5 for the trowel, but he bound them down to price per oz. and got the trowel (well made and good) for 3 guineas - At Cliff hill at 5 5 - there about ½ hour - Mrs AW in her best sorts - the Sutherlands gone to Mr Parker’s in Washington’s gig - A- and I walked back by Lower brea and the walk, and came in at 6 35 - A- wrote a handsome letter to Mr Gray speaking handsomely of Mr Watson - persuaded Mr G- could not have sent any one more likely to satisfy all parties - had great pleasure Mr Washington had [proved] right, and the deeds were quite correct - I wrote out the following inscription for the trowel

‘To Miss Walker the younger of Cliff Hill, Yorkshire, For laying the first stone of the Casino, to be annexed to the Northgate Hotel at Halifax. XXVI VIIbr. [September] A.D. MDCCCXXXV.’

Had just done as A- came to say the Sutherlands who had come a few minutes before had inquired about my block tin deed-box - told her to shew them upstairs into to the kitchen chamber where it has stood since A- came very civil to the S-s - opened the box for them and advised about it - then shewed the inscriptions - Mrs S- seemed pleased - in short, we are capital friends - they stood talking upstairs and down in the drawing room - captain S- wrote a note for George to take to Mr Parker (to countermand places in the coach for Tuesday morning to Manchester and say they would stay till Friday A- had persuaded them to stay - they were easily persuaded) - and Mrs S- took a glass of wine and a biscuit - in the midst about 7 ½ Mr Gray was announced - we all startled but A- remembered it must be Mr S. Gray - had him in the drawing room for the S-s escaped into the little north parlour on the 1st sound of his name, and went away - apologized to Mr SG- saying his room was not quite ready - he would be dull tomorrow and I thought he had better go to the Inn (Carr’s) till Monday morning - sent him in the hot roll of beef A- and I were to have had and potatoes etc etc and said the servant was going to the post in about an hour, and would take his (Mr SG’s) travelling bag - Came upstairs A- added a post scriptum to her letter to Mr Gray to say the S-s had just been here and Captain S- said there were some errors in the deeds but which she did not pretend to understand - I did up the trowel and inscription and sent them by George (at 8 ¾) to Mr Harper at the White Swan (Carr’s) and A- sent her letter and Mr SG went back to the Inn - dinner at 8 ¾ - coffee - my father going to bed as we sat down to dinner - it seems captain S- makes a great merit (as great as he can) of having found out errors in the deeds - humbug - Washington was right - pointed the required plantation (1ac.0r.14 perches at Windy End Golcar) in an instant - was at Crownest all the while and would have been at Cliff Hill in 2 or 3 minutes - was not the real fact that Captain S- wanted an excuse for conning over the deeds at his leisure again and with Mr Parker? what must Messrs. Gray and Watson think of him? with my aunt from 10 to 10 35 - then wrote the last 14 lines of yesterday and the first 7 of today - very fine day F57 ½° now at 11 35 pm

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pikaflute · 3 years

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hi, sudafed cleared my sinuses long enough to think so here’s a giant post about most of my charles headcanons

Playlist

OH btw here’s my 4 hour and 23 minute playlist for Charles. Enjoy. Yes I know I’m insane: https://open.spotify.com/user/pikaflute24/playlist/4DBxaaxbqsmJt9Fvl8AgwZ?si=OcXlYCdFRzOhuKa4p_HdUQ

General Headcanons

He was born November 24 1965. He’s currently 56, but I usually write him in his late 40s in most fanfic and content I make. So there’s this middle aged man....

He has hazel eyes. Sometimes they look green, sometimes brown. Sometimes they’ll be white but that’s when he’s using his magic so mind your business

Gear brand over his heart >:)c

:) i think he has piercings and tattoos, a skull (dead man teehee) on his upper arm, a tattoo of a date (the date pickles and him first met TEEHEE) on his left arm also has a tattoo on his arm of the day he “died” on his right. had his ears pierced when he was a teen.

Has a sweet tooth so hard. Smuggles in treats into the drawers of his desk just to snack on during the day and has a mini fridge just filled with ice cream and also sorts of other goodies. He loves brownies and cookies the most

Likes to work out and keep himself in shape. it takes his mind off of stressful things like work and the boys, and just take his morning practice sparring and doing various exercises in the mordhaus gym.

he’s uh also very flexible so he does yoga a lot when he exercises. don’t. look too deep into that

cannot cook to save his life. he almost burned mordhaus down trying to make himself a sandwich

he can play guitar! he used to play it more often when he was younger but he rarely has the time to play it nowadays. when he does get to play it, it’s usually in private (and mainly songs by dethklok), or it’s to show off to a certain lead guitarist that yes he is playing that solo wrong

he’s ambidextrous but prefers using his right hand. he’ll use his left hand to spar in order to go easy on his opponents because hes a smug cunt

he’s 5′7 but intimidation factor adds a couple inches doesn’t it

has a scorpion named princess as a pet. he lets her sit on his desk sometimes and it scares the shit out of dethklok which makes charles laugh on the inside

hes also a cat person. one time toki brought a cat home and it settled on charles’ lap and he almost cried

loves to be a smug asshole and relishes in it. will not take shit from anyone, especially from some asshole who is trying to pull one over on him

he has no idea how social media works at all. will print memes out to show to dethklok, he’s very fond of cat memes specifically (i can has cheeseburger type beat)

he has no idea what any internet memes means he isn’t going to start learning. he is going to misuse internet phrases. are you boys, ah, finding the imposter? [cue five groans from dethklok]

knows a lot of languages. not a comprehensive list but: french, swedish, norwegian, spanish, italian, japanese, chinese, german, russian and korean

is very competitive. scarily competitive. once he starts losing in smash or mario kart all hell will break lose

very bad at showing emotions or affection, when he gets compliments he gets all red and quiet and mumbles a thank you.

weird about being touched as well and will usually avoid it unless it’s with someone he trusts

speaking of, his love language is acts of service :)c

hates being called charlie or chuck, unless the right person calls him it ;)

he’s autistic. was nonverbal for most of his life and only talked to certain people, or anyone at all. he stims with his hands and uses his pens to fidget.

has a collection of novelty socks. he likes the ones that have polka dots or stripes

sleeps with a garfield plushie he had since he was younger. it helps him with the nightmares

when any of the boys need help sleeping (usually toki or pickles), he’ll sleep with them in his bed. after dying he had trouble sleeping some nights, so dethklok returned the favor and all piled up in his bed and helped him sleep. he didnt have nightmares after that night

hes nearsighted, and prefers to wear glasses over contacts

lactose intolerant, hes still eating mac n cheese and paying the price

metalhead but pretends to not be just to mess with his boys

crippling addiction to match 3 games. also loves to play minecraft.

overly self sacrificial. puts ones he love needs before his own, results in himself being very isolated and distant from those he cares about because he’s afraid of hurting them

his favorite colors are black and purple

coffee kinda guy. black coffee or bust

has a lot of cute novelty mugs to put his coffee in. he ones from places where dethklok tours, dethklok official ones (the only two that aren’t adorned with spikes), some cat themed ones, a couple that have ties and math references, and one from his boys that says “most brutal manager”. he drinks out of that last one the most

he has a couple of grey hairs and wrinkles, but he keeps them because they remind him that he’s human. also pickles said old men were hot but you didnt hear that from me

likes to play chess but he can never find a good opponent. all the klokateers are too scared if they win and dethklok is too distracted to ever play with him or they end up losing to quickly if charles plays against them

really wants kids. he babies his sister’s sons and daughters a TON (uncle charles always brings the best gifts :) ) and also treats toki like his own son in a way. toki doesnt mind, he really appreciates the love

speaking of, toki does call charles dad once and it makes charles cry for like. a week and a half

his favorite dethklok song is the gears :)

he likes to collect knives as a side hobby, his favorite of his collection is a sleek black one with skulls on the handle

he has a motorcycle and likes to drive it around sometimes to just be alone with himself. it’s all black with a red gear on it

lightweight but only if he drinks the amount dethklok drinks. can hold his alcohol fairly well if he drinks like a sensible human, prefers brandy and wine

he can smoke cigars to be sexy for me and me ONLY

likes to read in his spare time. he likes mystery novels and science fiction

he has soft spot for cheesy sitcoms, they’re his guilty pleasure

his favorite youtuber is lockpickinglawyer. yours should be too

usually sleeps in only his boxers but will wear a shirt if its’s cold. he tends to sleep on his side (also wants to be the little spoon when cuddled but he will never admit that)

takes vacations sometimes away from the boys despite his worry that something will go wrong (it will!). many of his vacations are usually going to visit his family and going to the shore with them, or travelling to somewhere new for a change (cue charles being a yakuza substory on his one vacation per year)

he can sew pretty well. learned from his mom and used to sew the whole his sister use to put through her soccer uniform.

can also do makeup, and usually does it for one of the boys of there’s no one else around to help

bites his lip when he’s nervous. which is a lot

likes chococat and gudetama. he’s a man of tastes

laughs really loud if you catch him off guard. he snorts sometimes too. he’s embarrassed by it, but i think its’ cute

loves law and order obviously

he likes men

has a lot of pent up rage. very good at compressing it. sometimes

as high priest, he stays up very late trying to decipher the ancient prophecies that dethklok needed to fulfill. he doesnt sleep very much when he starts out because he misses home, so the band makes him come back (or else)

also as high priest he becomes more intune with magic granted to him after he died and he mainly uses his magic to protect his boys when they go back to being a band. also to fuck with them

the band he managed before dethklok was a band named savior who said they were a metal band with a unique sound, but that unique sound was actually just being a christian metal band that were bad at playing music. they also treated charles like shit and blamed him for them doing so poorly with sales and shows. had an unfortunate “accident” with a tour bus after charles had enough of their attitude towards him. he denies he had anything to do with it (he did.)

Family/Childhood

He’s the baby of the family. Spoiled rotten to the max. He doesn’t admit it though but whenever he comes home you know he abuses the “:)c im the favorite” card

He has 4 older sisters: Caroline who is a high school civics teacher, Cynthia who is a librarian, Callie who is a coach for a soccer team, and Charlotte who is a lawyer/manager who manages Ladyklok, which gets awkward (and funny) when Abigail starts dating the lead singer Natalie

charles is actually one of the tallest in his family. his dad is 6’1 and his older sister Callie is 5’11. cynthia is 5’6, caroline is 5’6, and his mom and charlotte are 5’5.

his mom is a doctor and his dad is an accountant. his mom’s name is giovanna and his dad’s name is elijah

caroline is the oldest sister, followed by cynthia, callie, charlotte then charles.

Charlotte and Charles are sworn enemies since they were born on the same day a year apart and basically have the same job. They do love each other though

His father calls him Charles. Caroline and Cynthia call him Charlie. Callie calls him Chuck. Charlotte calls him Charles (derogatory). His mom calls him a whole slew of nicknames that she made up when he was young (she calls him cheese ball and he turns red)

caroline has a wife (lauren who is a chef) and two kids (evan and shelby)

cynthia is dating a coworker (viola)

callie has a husband (john who is a stay at home dad) and they have three kids (brenda, melissa, and jeff)

charlotte is dating ladyklok (and abigail). this is a weird flex on charles i think.

He had a race car bed when he was like 5

He also was also one of those kids at family game night. He almost killed Cynthia over a game of monopoly

Always got to lick the spoon first after his mom baked brownies

He grew up in North Jersey (derogatory) (also yes im projecting state shot)

He’s also Italian (derogatory)

He got bullied in middle school for a little bit but once his older sisters found out, oh boy did all hell break loose

Was in band in high school. He played flute (DONT TALK TO ME I LIKE PROJECTING), he was of course a soloist and incredibly smug about it

Took gymnastics as a kid. Can do a backflip on command. Also very flexible.

First manager gig was helping his sisters sell girl scout cookies. They raked in a lot of profits when baby bro was behind the scenes. His cut was eating thin mints for free

Loved Star Trek when he was a kid

Was incredibly gifted, and taught himself to read at a young age. didn’t talk that much though

was always sick when he was little. he would always get sinus infections and colds if someone even sneezed weird

was in mock trial in high school. one guy on his team was a jerk to him so charles made it a point to be this poor kid’s nemesis

was on the student council, treasurer of course.

was also in nhs, and he was treasurer there too

was that kid who insisted on doing the group project by himself because he didn’t want to wait on anyone to finish their part

was super rowdy as a kid, always got into trouble but his mom was a little lenient of punishment (hes a mommas boy)

when he was like super young he bit people cause he was just a little monster (charles' sisters: mom charles is biting again. charles, biting one of them: im not :/ sheesh)

wanted to be a lawyer since he was 7

put his own siblings and parents on trial and would win every trial and would always get the last cookie or a higher allowance

he shared his room with his sister Charlotte and they would set up a pillow fort on one of the beds and stay up late reading together

loved going to the beach as a kid, his mom still has his collection of shells from the beach

on the boardwalk, he would dominate at claw machines anad carnival games. he won a bunch of plushies from himself (and his sisters obviously)

his dad and him have a super close bond. they watched star trek together and also like to watch how the stock market would do. his dad was also sometimes the judge in charles’ mock trials at home

they were very supportive when he came out as gay, he was also the first of his sibilings to come out of the closet

College

Got his masters in business management at rutgers and a JD (law degree) from seton hall law.

Started college when he was 18 (1983) and ended college when he was 26 (1991)

Wasn’t a party guy. Never got invited to many, but he never went unless a certain redhead was in town

Sustained himself off of ramen, coffee, and SSRIs to get his masters (hey man i feel ya)

Did weed like three times. Three of those times were because of, you guessed it, a certain redhead

Speaking of, his first time having sex was in his dorm with Pickles. Pickles also kicked him off of the bed (those beds are fucking tiny) while they slept, and almost burned Charles’ dorm down trying to make toast the next morning

Absolute did not do essays until the night before. Bad habit that made it’s way into Dethklok managing when he’s forced to write a legal brief before 12 am.

Loved calculus 2 for some reason. Nerd

Had a mullet. Pickles thought it was hot (still is) while Charles would rather die than remember anything about that horrid hairdo

Also went through his goth/emo phase while in Law School. He stuck out amongst the sea of sweater vests and polo shirts

Was in a band with his fellow college bandmates. The band was called Habeas Corpses and he was the lead singer who also played guitar. Their sound was kind of similar to TWRP’s first two EPs (The Device and 2nite). they had a grunge aesthetic, and yes charles dyed his mullet black (with a purple streak), for the band.

his bandmates were all fellow law students. dillan was on drums, margaret was their bass guitar, and nick was their keyboardist. all three of them also got tutored by charles while in law school. they are still best friends and write to each other sometimes

Was on the debate team, but uh kicked off due to be very competitive (he threatened to punch the opposing debater)

Was also in the chess club, also kicked off for being too competitive (lunged at a kid for cheating)

After being kicked from the two previous clubs, he joined fencing, his very competitive nature made him the best in the state

nick (the guy in charles’ band) was charles’ roommate the whole time they were in college. they may or may not have had a brief relationship before they realized they would be better as friends

nick also has a nes and charles loved to played zelda and wrote an entire guide for himself because he’s was that into the game (nerd)

occasionally would be found sleeping in the library on campus

wanted to be an RA but the resident association at his schools thought he was a little much. charles took this as a compliment

worked out a lot between studying and classes. a lot of jocks underestimated him because of his size but charles was just :) [casually lifts something heavy]

a lot of fellow classmates thought he was super cool cause of the leather he wore, and how cool and quiet he was, too bad they didnt know he was a huge nerd

tried skateboarding. once.

had a cadillac that barely started and drove like a piece of shit but that was charles’ baby

pickles tried to have sex with charles in said car btw, charles almost killed him for even daring to suggest to tarnish his beautiful baby

has damaged his back permanently because of all the books he used to carry around in his crappy back pack

did some modelling for one of his friends in college. he was very attractive and got some other modelling job through it. he tries to hide that from the boys in the future because he thinks it’s embarrassing

Relationship with Dethklok

Pickles - he’s known the drummer the longest out of any other member, and if you couldn’t tell by now, he had a brief relationship with the drummer back in the 80s (and maybe also still has a crush on him :)). charles respects and admires pickles’ talent as a musician and sometimes they play together when they have time alone. he tries to be there when pickles has a relapse in either emotions with his family or something else, but still tries to maintain a distance because he thinks that pickles doesn’t feel the same as he did in the 80s. (he does btw). nothing could break the bond these two share. not even death

Nathan - understands nathan’s quiet nature (nonverbal kings!) and strive for perfection in everything dethklok creates because he is the same way. their similarities allow them to connect on a level that allows nathan to open up about his feelings that he likes to lock away. nathan also gets charles to open his feelings up and actually care for himself for once in his damn life. charles also helps nathan with the depression he develops after charles dies and how to deal with it despite it being not brutal. nathan wants to give back and he does by becoming one of charles’ closest friends (and maybe even lovers hehehe)

Toki - charles has taken it upon himself to be toki’s father figure after seeing the way toki’s family has left him for essentially dead. ever since toki joined the band, charles has made it a point to be there for him whenever he needed it. even if it meant spending late nights reading to toki or sleeping over in toki’s room to help him sleep, he’ll do it. he blames himself for toki’s disappearance but toki assures him that he did the best he could. toki calls him dad a lot after doomstar. it makes charles cry.

Skwisgaar - unstoppable asshole meets immovable object. skwisgaar sees himself above everyone else like he does with the other dethklok members but with charles, skwisgaar knows that charles isn’t intimidated by him nor will he bow to the guitar god in anyway. this develops a game of cat and mouse between the two, with skwisgaar trying to no subtly push charles’ buttons and to see what makes him ticks, while charles resist him at every turn with a smug ‘:) is that all you got’ and it delights him to finally see the guitarist squirm under pressure.

Murderface - at first the two are very. distant to say the least. murderface used to see charles as unemotional robot and charles was fine with that and accepted the distance. overtime however, and especially after charles died, murderface warmed up to charles confiding in him things he hasn’t told the band, mainly things about his insecurities because charles is ‘fucking smart with crap like this’. and charles helps him and is happy to see him work out his problems and not bottle them anymore like the rest of his bandmates. charles also enjoys murderface’s company as a friend as well. and….he’s gonna help murderface the most with the whole traitor stuff too.

Abigail - mlm and wlw hostility. but seriously they’re good buds. he sympathizes with having to deal the moronic actions of dethklok on a daily basis and also thinks she’s really intelligent and overall fun to hang out with. they take lunch breaks frequently together and like to make fun of people at dethklok dinners together as a fun activity together. abigail will bully his ass once she finds out she’s dating charles’ sister and WILL bring up those baby pictures to get a higher raise thank you very much

Knubbler - can you say coworker besties! like abigail, he gets along because they both have to deal with dethklok being, well dethklok, but with knubbler, charles can relax a little more. the two cause problems on purpose just because they can. the two are also close friends and knubbler tries to get charles to relax for once in his life, and despite charles protests and objections, he sometimes caves and hands out with his friend (maybe boyfriend OOOOO who knows)

Sex Headcanons (IM SORRY)

um maybe he can have a giant dick (10 inches for me), it do be swinging though

daddy kink (everyone stay on this side, ill take care of him….come to daddy ;)c)

likes to do roleplay. he has a lot of costumes prepared for when his partner wants to do a scene with him

likes to bite and be bitten during sex. after a very long night, he’ll be covered in bite marks, it’s kinda hot

no gag reflex ;) he likes to deepthroat but good luck trying to get him to go down on you without him teasing

remember how i said he was flexible like eight times? yeah he uh, uses that a lot to his advantage. likes being fucked in weird positions because of it

the suit stays on during sex

he likes topping because he likes to be in control of everything he does all the time, but really wants to be told what to do sometimes and will let those he trusts do that for him

he has a dick piercing i know it

he's a very busy man, so he relies on his huge collection of toys he keeps in his bedroom and office

really good with his hands. as soon as those hands are on you, its game over

he loves to do it on his desk, makes him feel powerful. when he gets blown under his desk, it really takes all of his willpower to not cum immediately

really sensitive in weird places, specifically his ears

he likes to cuddle after sex, hes the little spoon :)

likes to be tied up, sometimes he’ll get tied up under his suit

mating press and riding are his favorite positions, giving and receiving

size queen, likes large toys and well ;)

has a private room that he sometimes goes to relieve stress, it has a fucking machine that he likes to use often when his job gets too stressful

he’s sucking people off at the klokateer glory hole, he’s uh, very good at what he does

likes to be spanked and like to spank

uses collars and leashes

maybe the klokateers can fuck him, if they’re good ;)

freeballing

likes cum on his face but doesn't seem to realize that means he’ll get cum on his glasses and will need to clean them

he can wear a chastity belt :) for me

likes being came in but will still complain about being gross after

pretty much up for anything, he’s not picky, he just wants to be in control and get off

#metalocalypse #charles foster offdensen

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8, 20, 24

Big kiss and hug

<3 Let's see what I got here :P

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

I do listen to music, yup. It's a mix, usually, of female singers, videogames music, steampunk-based... I don't usually listen to people signing per se or songs I can lose myself into because it might change the mood for the story I'm writing. I'm currently repeating some old music mix I put a long time ago with The Witcher -videogame- soundtrack. I'm writing a fantasy based thing at the moment so it's fitting :P In the case I'm writing something that is very personally linked to a character -I have those as well- I do tend to listen to that particular song on repeat while writing the scene or setting the tone for it.

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

Mmmmmh... For SwanQueen I tended to focus solely on Emma and Regina but I liked writing for Cora as well. I loathe her, mind you, but I always liked to be able to explore that side of Regina's psyche whenever it was possible. It hits close to home as I've said before and so being able to put words to things that are not often easy aided. For something closer to now... I'd say I love writing about a character I'm working on: Ireena. She acts as the mentor of the main character and is shady enough while not pretending to be so. A very tired millenial wanting to just sleep and let the world burn but nt being able to do so because the girl she has more or less adopted is one second away of letting everything burn would be her energy xD Another one would be Iaxl; a deaf bard. I spent months creating, checking and reworking them because I wanted to do a good job and I really love whenever I'm taking things from their prespective.

How did you come up with title for [x fic]? (which you later said that the title would be Inked Future)

As I told you I wish I had this very interesting way of choosing titles that I could explain and sound intelligent xD Alas, I do not. That's what happens when you write and post several times per day. When writing fics I often re-read the story I had written or my notes if I had just edited everything and went with what felt the most apt for it. There were jokes hidden here and there -some of my fics where linked for example and all of them happened under the same demiplane so to speak so the titles referred to the moment within the timeline they were written in but Inked Future was not one of those. Being a multichaptered and all. One of the few I wrote and if my memory serves correctly I actually finished. It's ancient, I'd probably delete it if I ever follow the link for it but I do remember the plot well enough as well as the time I wrote it. Back when I was still mostly posting in ffnet rather than in A03 and still submitting every other day a new chapter for the now dead "The Holiday" I wanted to write something in which each new chapter had this very "book-esque" feel, that's why each chapter had a name and each name began "The..." something. It made sense to bound everything together while winking to that book feel by using the word "Ink" xD I also posted, at some point during that year, a random one shot that I never actually got to finish beyond a few lines in where I described a decrepit castle where a beast made out ink resided. And there's Metallic Ink of course so you can say that I had a theme going on that I never got t completion.

#love ya

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i think the only person ive ever wanted to steal from was some lady on tiktok who ordered rare pc’s and showed tiktok and then just resold them at the same or more value. she showed a jungkook pc from a japanese release if i remember correctly and it cost her $400 and when she resold it she made profit?? like HELLO??? apparently that was what the pc collectors would call ‘a steal’ in regards to how much she paid for it.

oooh i just googled pepco apparently they own some big-ish stores here. it sounds p straight forward!! plenty of training videos i imagine 🥲 friends at work are always a good idea but apparently i have what my mother calls a ‘fuck off face’ and... she’s not wrong. not at all. it morphs into disgust easily when i garner unwanted attention. but it’s not intentional anymore i practiced for when i used to walk to school bc i hated people and the randos bc they’re so creepy when i’m clearly in uniform and underage ewwwww blergh 😫

i initially started writing how i do bc i used to love how fancy my nan’s writing looked so when she passed away and i was old enough to understand how to write in cursive i just did that. my r’s and i’s are dangerously similar but no one complains so :D

libra ☀️, leo 🌝, virgo ⬆️ !! i’m easily the flirtiest person ik and i don’t even do it on purpose it’s dangerous but there’s a boy who matches my flirt w flirt and it’s an ongoing joke so 😳😫😫 idm making decisions if it’s like,, just for me but when there’s more than one person involved i don’t like to step on toes or come off as if i haven’t considered others thoughts and feelings bc i had a day out w a girl and she said to me sumn about wanting to do something and said ‘so like 7pm, yeah?’ and i freaked out bc i was not comfortable getting the train home later than 5pm and she was just dragging me everywhere and i distinctly remember thinking never letting myself get in a situation like that again. she even brushed off my subtle comment about seeing a bookshop that looked old and that our other mutual friend would enjoy by saying ‘god no. you wouldn’t catch me dead in there.’ i died inside. i just wanted to look at books bruh 💔💔

shotaro is v cute!! gives me stray kids vibes tbh. all of stray kids are so precious to me. esp felix!! he’s just so 🥺🥺 HE MADE COOKIES!! FOR OTHER IDOLS!!!

don’t worry bestie! 🤩 we all have days like that. tbh i was v tired yesterday myself. my sleep is so restless nowadays too 🙃 and uh i’ve been doing training courses all day. it said 60 mins per course and they weren’t lying!! the other ones i’ve done before ive been able to push out in a couple of hours max but maybe bc i have actual time to dedicate to my job i have to do more courses since i’ll be there more often. anyway.

do you have plants? 🤔 ~🌻

A PC FOR $400 ???? PEOPLE ARE INSANE THESE DAYS WHAT THE FUCK ITS LITERALLY JUST A PIECE OF PAPER W A MAN ON IT 😭😭😭

pepco is awesome tho,, they have so much cheap useless stuff there i always leave all my money there </3 my boss said i’ll have a discount since i work there but i forgot how much it was ?? i think she said 11% or something ?? i honestly kind of zoned out during that part. i dont think i’m getting like training videos ?? we don’t quite do that here, they just show you around and tell you how stuff works around there and that’s it ?? i hope i do good i’m kind of stressed :DDD also people tell me i look really egoistic and like a bitch at first so i guess im just gonna smile nonstop or something so i make some new friends uhhh

your big three... im not really fluent in astrology lmao but libra sun leo moon sounds like a very sexc combo imo,, i am aries sun libra moon cancer rising (i think i said libra rising earlier ?? my mistake oopsies) so feel free to read me or something if you’re into that bc i just pretend i know shit about astrology all the time even tho i know nothing :(

also that friend you mentioned sounds like a real bitch,,,why didnt she let you look at old books :( meanie !!

YES FELIX MADE COOKIES FOR OTHER IDOLS !! SWEETHEART !! I ALSO REMEMBER THAT HE SAID HE GAVE SOME TO CHENLE TELLING HIM TO SHARE W HIS MEMBERS BUT HE JUST ATE THEM BY HIMSELF LMAOOOOO

i hope your training videos are over soon omg that sounds like such a pain in the ass. also i hope you get to sleep better soon :((

YES I DO i have uhhh 13 plants atm and the list is still growing. they are all alive and well and ive had them for like 2 years now so thats a record for me even tho i think one of my plants is currenlty dying and im really sad abt it i dont know how to fix it :(

#🌻 anon

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disregardcanon · 3 years

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end of year writing meme

time for my end of year writing meme! this has been a tradition for me since 2015 or 16, so i’m excited to keep it up :) i normally do it ON new year’s eve because i write over winter break. but.

i have the depression/anxiety cocktail and have to go back to teaching next monday so i highly doubt i’ll get anything else written or posted by then. sigh

tagging @titaniumsansa @bodhimcbodeface and anyone else who wants to do it

Total Stories Written: 18 on ao3 19 completed total

Total Words Written: i know my ao3 stats are shifted p drastically this year because i updated two extensive drabble collections, but i do have more unposted drafts this year so i’ll just go with it. 96k Average Words Per Story: about 5k as the mean, which tracks Shortest Story: 370 words Heaven on Her Mind Longest: 11,875 words Academia Nuts

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

less! i knew i’d write less this year than i have in the past because student teaching and then first year of teaching are both supposed to be hell, but i kind of expected going into quarantine that would give me the time and energy to write.

but NO! in some months of quarantine i wrote less than i did during student teaching, certified most stressful time of my life

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write most?

pairing: cassunzel! coming in clutch at 6 stories

genre: no fucking clue

fandom: tangled was the most by number, but i think jedi fallen order is the most by word count because those two fics combined come in about 13k

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? uh, that’s probably rwby. i always knew that when i watched rwby i’d go feral but i didn’t expect to watch it this year

Did you take any writing risks this year? i think my biggest writing risk was writing a 12k fic with romcom tropes about a platonic relationship no one cares about from a mainly dead fandom

Academia Nuts, the one where merlin and morgana are bickering in-laws and academic rivals

Do you have any fanfic or general writing goals for the new year? i would frankly just like the time and energy TO write. this year has been the most stressful and depressing time of my life and that’s reflected in my writing output. i would like to see more output because i have more energy and drive to do the things that make me happy again

From the past year of writing, what was your…

Best story of this year: the thing with feathers fluttering in her chest the jedi fallen order fic about trilla suduri capturing cal kestis but still eventually deciding to defect

Personal favorite: Smoke Rises, Cinder Falls my personal take on the cinder backstory before it dropped! while i definitely like where the show took the backstory better because the hotel imagery is TOP NOTCH i still love what i did here. i think that i made good use of style and the information that we had, and i think that the salem connection works very nicely

Most under-appreciated: i know calling a fic with 65 kudos “underrated” is a bit ridiculous, but this is for a very large fandom. it might be dead but i still think it could drum up a bit more support :(

Academia Nuts, the merlin and morgana are bickering in-laws and academic rivals fic

Most fun to write: as a reward for being so fucking happy that biden won the election for real, i rewarded myself by writing the pines family reacting to it

Remember, Remember the 7th of November

Story with the single sexiest moment: how about that inquisitor caltrilla au?

I Want You to Want Me

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: captive caresses, the one where the v shaped polyamory dynamic that i normally do with cassunzel and new dream isn’t so healthy

Most challenging to write: from a technical standpoint that would be academia nuts, but from a personal standpoint...

Scar Tissue, the steven universe fic about connie still keeping secrets from her parents

Biggest disappointment: frankly, nothing i wrote this year can be a disappointment because i put words on a page. however, i will say that i could have polished this one that i wrote years ago up more before i posted it

Holy Ground, the shireen/jeyne poole fic from like 2015

Favorite character to write: i didn’t get stuck on a fandom long enough to get a favorite character to write tbh

Favorite opening lines:

Sometimes, when Rapunzel wakes up in the morning, she likes to pretend that everything is alright. She closes her eyes and imagines that Cass is right down the hall, just like she used to be. Rapunzel will burst into her room as soon as she gets up, ready to plot some new mischief to keep them busy for the day. Cass will roll her eyes, but she’ll go along with it because she secretly enjoys Rapunzel’s plans. She’ll smile when Rapunzel isn’t looking, and she’ll call her Raps with a soft fondness that makes Rapunzel's heart melt.

Jeung

Sophie knows that she shouldn’t be walking home alone at this hour. Of course she knows that. She’s a tiny white girl who lives in Gotham with little self-defense training or experience in athletics. She’s had “don’t walk home alone” beaten into her head for so many years she wonders if those were the first words the nurse said when she came into this world.

Not “it’s a girl!” but “don’t let her walk home alone at night!”

Walk Me Home in the Dead of Night

Favorite closing lines:

“Follow me,” the fairy godmother ordered, taking a brisk step forward. Cinder followed without question, just a step behind. Following, following, following- just as she would be following her until the end of time. Cinder was her protege, after all, and must be prepared to take over the fairy godmother’s work someday.

That day would not come for many years, but it would come. And the fairy godmother would finally have everything she ever wanted.

Smoke Rises, Cinder Falls

Trilla can’t exactly have her second-in-command stay that low in the hierarchy forever. A consort to a queen needs to walk only a few steps behind her, after all.

I Want You to Want Me

Other favorite lines:

She can lead a horse to independent thought, but she can’t make him think.

The Name Game

When Trilla gets back to her room, she grabs the damn cube and throws it against her wall as hard as she can. It doesn’t break, because the holocron is made of stronger stuff than that. Cal Kestis is made of stronger stuff than that.

Maybe she’s the only one in the world who’s so capable of shattering.

the thing with feathers fluttering in her chest

“You don’t have to forgive him,” Fuyumi says, “just don’t kill him.”

“Because he can’t come back from that?” Dabi demands, “a corpse can’t decide that it wants to love its daughter, right?” Dabi watches as the knife twists, and Fuyumi’s facade finally crumbles. She slams her mug of tea down on the table, and they're both lucky that it's not full anymore or the hot liquid would have come flying out.

Justice Without Dispassion

“But you’re a good trainer,” Lillie says, “you’re what I want to evolve into.” Selene shakes her head.

“We're from different evolutionary lines,” she says, “you evolving into me would be like- I don’t know. A Charmander evolving into a Blastoise.” Lillie looks like she’s holding the fur even tighter, and Selene snakes her hand underneath to disentangle Lillie’s hand from the fur and give her something else to clutch. Lillie squeezes her hand like a stuffed Jigglypuff that people carry around to squeeze away their stress.

“But what if I’m stuck at Charmander forever, and what if Blastoise is better than Charizard, and what if I’m just- just not cut out for this?”

Even Gods Like Cuddles

“Do you remember when we were really little,” you say, “and I used to come over for dress up parties. I’d wear your extra princess dress, let you do my hair however you wanted.” You smile, thinking about how cute the pictures that Bianca’s mom took of you two looked. Your mother always said that they’d be good blackmail material, someday, but-

It wasn’t ever shameful, especially not if your mother didn’t make you feel ashamed.

“Of course,” Bianca says, “you were always the best at sitting still. No one else would have let me do their nails and makeup.” You’re not looking at her, but you can hear the soft smile in her voice.

“You were always so indulgent, Hils. I really appreciated that.”

“I wasn’t being indulgent,” you say, balling your hand into a little fist and rubbing your thumb over your knuckles.

“I always- I just,” you say, “I wanted to be that “girl friend” that you always wanted.”

Girl Talk

#end of year writing meme #writing meme #sunkelles writes

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sneyrwrites · 4 years

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|3| |Ace| Levi Ackerman x Reader

✘ Ace: Who Knew?✘

Inspiration Song: Who Knew?- P!nk.

Trigger Warning! Read with precaussion.

Six years had passed since my first fight.

I had got used to walking through the gloomy streets, founding comfort in the night's quiet. Once I got inside the basement, I would miss it. Even hours after, once I was back in bed, trying to rest my aching body I could still feel the ruckus of the spectators.

I had to meet up with Annton at Rose's gate, per usual. It still was a mystery to me why he kept leaving notes under my front door, giving me instructions, as if I didn't knew the drift.

During the last six years, every first and last Saturday of the month Annton and I both traveled to the inside of Wall Sina, as spectators, or as a fighter, going against whoever was on my way, collecting the prize money. It wasn't like I was undefeated, but I was a solid fighter, winning a lot more of fights than the ones I had lost, and it fascinated Annton.

In the time i had spent taking part into The Basement's secret world, Annton Hale, Ivo and I got fairly close, to the point where they came to visit on their days off, claiming that they had nothing better to do, but I knew they just liked to spend time with me, even if we had a significant age gap between us.

After four victories I was able to pay Annton the debt, but even though I was free to leave The Basement, I found myself wishing to go back and stand in the circle one more time. I couldn't deny I was a good wrestler, and I loved the adrenaline rush that cursed through my body each time my guard went up. Now I could understand why the guys were part of it. It was illegal, and the nobles that assisted were a bunch of pigs with an insatiable thirst for blood. The staff was kind and fun to be around with, and the fighters were friends with each other. It was almost like a home, and we were a family. Some of us had a reputation behind them and some of us were a mystery, like myself, but we all took advantage of a negative aspect of the society, trying to get a better way of living. We shared laughs, and we just wanted to have a little fun.

My father never stopped working, and his routine stayed the same throughout the years, and that made things easy for me. I was still the perfect golden child into his eyes. He was convinced the extra money came from a part-time job I took in the marketplace, helping a tailor.

I knew how to saw in the same way a horse knew how to waltz.

Still in my thoughts, I made it to the cart where Annton was waiting for me as always.

"Took your time kid" He said, straightening up his posture. He engulfed me in a hug, greeting me " Come on, get in. I have a surprise for you"

"Hey Jimmy, I greeted the driver. Stepping into one of the wooden and got into the same old cart. It was the same as always. The only difference was a little box in the middle of the floor.

I sat into the apple crates and we started to move. The wind was wild that night, but a black hood I had on protected me from it. With stiff fingers I left my bag on the floor and grabbed the small box. It wasn't heavy, and a beautiful red paper was wrapped around it, a simple black cord holding it close.

"What's this?" I was intrigued. Annton shrugged.

"It's from the three of us. Six years today brat." A slight smile appeared on his lips " How we bore with you this long without kicking your butt, I don't know"

"Like you could, none of you could throw me one single time." I remarked, reminding him how the three of them insisted on play fighting with me.

"We let you win, Ace." Annton Flexed his arms "Look at this deadly weapons, if I get one of these around your neck you're dead"

I bursted out laughing. Annton lowered his arms and stared at me.

"Do you remember the first time you fought?" He said, his voice soft. "You almost fainted on the circle… I'll never forget how you looked when the gong sounded."

" Like a champion?" I joked, winking at him.

"No, about to throw up." He chuckled. I was really tempted to throw something at him, but there was nothing on hand. " But seriously Ace, I never met anyone who belonged more into the circle like you do. It's your place in the world… you look happy when you fight. You're free in there, and yes, you were frightened the first few times, but the potential was always there " He finished, his eyes focused on the stars above us.

"Come on, don't start crying on me, or I will cry too." I said, only half joking, the tears prickling my eyes.

"Just open the goddamn box."

Careful, trying to keep the paper intact, I unwrapped the package. When I opened it and saw the content, my throat closed up. I was speechless.

Hale, Annton and Ivo had matching rings since they graduated from the academy. It was a sign of friendship that went beyond time and the division the choosed, the ring was a promise to be together on spirit even though the distance. Or at least that's what Hale told me when I asked.

My eyes were burning, and I tried so hard not to cry. I let out a shaky breath and took my very own ring. I examined it in the moonlight, letting it reflect into the small stone resting on the intricate metal.

"You were already a part of the family, but this was missing." Careful not to fall, Annton moved to sit by my side.

"Thank you" I said, my mind devoid of other words. The only thing I knew was that a sense of belonging rushed over me. They were the few persons, besides my dad, that i had spent time with, and knowing they appreciated me in the same way as I did settled down the insecurities I didn't know I had until then.

Once the ring was on my finger a single teardrop fell. I'm Sure Annton saw it, but he didn't mention it. He circled me with his arm and pulled me close. I rested my head on his shoulder. Neither of us said a thing.

Sometime in the night I had drifted off in a dreamless slumber, because Annton shook me awake to get down off the cart. I waved Jimmy goodbye and made my way over to the wall, meanwhile Annton settle the meeting point for the way back.

I rested my weight on the wall, trying not to fall over because of the sleep numbing my senses. I leaned my head back, observing the top of the wall and I whistled, just like Ivo had taught me a few years back. His response was immediate and Hale descended on the lift.

No matter how many years went by, she was still the same, not even an expression line on her features. The lift barely had made it to the floor when Hale threw herself into my arms, hugging me close.

"Ace! I missed you so much" Her loud voice made my ear hurt, but I was happy to see her too.

I circled her with my arms and held her close for a while

"All right Ace, let me hug my girlfriend please." Annton's arm pulled me away, and he took my place. He swooped Hale off of her feet, kissing her hard. I smiled, and looked up, straight at Ivo's head, that was leaning over the wall's edge.

"Hey Ivo! Can you lift me up and leave the two love birds behind?!" I asked, shouting so he could hear me from the distance. His thumb went up in the air, letting me know that he agreed with me. Hale and Ann separated enough to speak, still holding each other.

"Hold Up… Did you give her the gift?" She asked, looking at me with an excited grin on her face. I played dumb.

"Gift? what gift?" I asked, as Hale send an angry look towards Annton

"What!? You didn't do it? We agreed you would do it on the way here!" Annton opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but he couldn't emit one single word, Hale's fast tongue shutting out his voice. You could barely understand her annoyed rant.

"Oh, wait… Do you mean this one?" I lifted my hand in the air, displaying the ring. I laughed when she stopped mid-word, Annton sighing with relief.

"Did you liked it?" She asked, insecurity flashing behind her eyes. " We weren't sure if it was good enough, I know you can afford like a thousand of this with the money you make on the circle and i don't know… I guess… Never mind." Annton grasped her shoulder, trying to comfort her, but I spoke before he could begin.

"The ring itself it's not important… "Her expression fell even more " only thing I care about is what it means. In the last six years you guys gifted me your friendship and support, and I need nothing else to be happy." I hugged them both as if my life depended on it. " I adore you, guys."

"What about me!?" Ivo's outraged scream

scream came from above.

"Of course i adore you too, you big baby!" I replied, the laugh lightening up my voice.

I pretended not to see Hale's tears as I turned around, trying to hide my own.

"Alright, enough with the sappy things, we're going to be late, and we have another surprise for you on this sixth anniversary." Said Annton, dissipating the emotive mood.

The three of us got into the lift. Once I was up the wall I jumped into Ivo's arms, he caught me without effort.

Once the four of us were together, I lowered my gaze to our hands, observing how the four identical rings shone in the moonlight. And right there in that moment, on top of Sina, with those three law breakers soldiers I felt like home.

The way to the basement was the same as ever, with the typical dumb jokes from Ivo, Annton trying to hide the amused smile lifting his mouth, and the warmth of Hale's laugh .

When we got there, I greeted Mick and opened the curtains, the guys right behind me.

The room was packed, as usual, and the heat from the bodies pressed against each other was annoying. But I wouldn't change a thing about it.

The four of us walked to my cubicle, and we stayed there, doing nothing. My fight was almost the last one for the night, so we had a lot of time to spend.

Annton and Hale collapsed on the couch I bought specially for the cubicle, while Ivo and i jus sat at the old worn chairs.

One hour passed by, and we just talked about nonsense, enjoying our time together until I remembered Annton's second surprise.

"Hey Ann, What's the second surprise?" My shyness had gone away, but my curiosity was intact, no matter how much I had mature.

"Oh, right!" Ivo straighten up on the chair.

"For the good old times and because this is a special day. We accomplished two things…" Hale said, pausing dramatically, building up the expectation.

"The first thing is that we convinced Dean to go against you today" My eyes went wide when Ivo's words registered. Dean rarely took part in the fights, and he never agreed to go against me again. It was a special occasion for sure.

"And the best part is, Lord Reiss is coming tonight, and he is interested in being your sponsor. What do you think? Pretty good right? You can kiss the second hand furniture goodbye." If I was surprised by Dean's agreement, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming with the last surprise.

When a Lord sponsored you, it meant that he would pay for every single one of your expenses, food, clothes, housing, whatever you wanted to buy, as long as you train to compete and win the fights. The nobles got back their investment with the money they betted on you.

"Finally! My efforts are being recognized!" I shouted, leaning my head back. The guys laughed. “The first thing I'm going to do is take the three of you to the most expensive tavern inside Sina, What do you guys say?"

They laughed harder, and I was happy.

The gong sounded, and it meant it was my turn to fight.

Groaning, I got up from the chair, trying to crack my back, with no results. I gave Ivo puppy eyes, silently begging him. He hugged me from behind and pressed, lifting me from the ground. A satisfying series of pops relieving the stiffness in my spine.

Hitch was already presenting the contestants, Dean by his side.

"…And she need no introduction! For the sixth year in a row today, give a warm welcome to Ace!" The crowd exploded, shouting as i went through it, a confident smile on my face. I looked around me as i passed by, and my eyes found Lord Reiss on the stands, his hat casting a shadow on his eyes. When he noticed my stare the corner of his mouth went up.

I turned my attention to Dean and damn, he had grown up. We were no longer on the same height, now he had a few inches on me, not a lot, but still, I had to tilt my head back a little to look at his eyes. His hair was the same as always, just like his missing shirt. But shit, when my eyes traveled down his body, his chiseled abs igniting a spark of desire in my lower stomach. Puberty did him good. With twenty-one years he was in good shape, with a cute face and a powerful jaw, a shadow of stubble on his cheeks.

"You like what you see girl?" He asked as he noticed my lingering gaze. I smiled at him, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up my neck.

"Not in particular. I was trying to see if you had the mark from the time I broke your nose" His smile faded and the crowd went wild with my comment, the "ooh's" they let out made me laugh.

"Buuuurn!" Ivo's voice got to me from somewhere in the multitude.

Winking at Dean, I extended my arms to collied fist and Hitched started the fight.

Dean had gotten better, but he still relayed on strength alone, so with a few submission holds and locks, and two good punches to the face, he was on the floor.

Hitched lifted my arm and per usual bodies surrounded me.

With one last glance at Deans dizzy state I made my way to the girl that had my money.

She smiled at me as she handed me the bag of money. I thanked her and turned around, about to search for the guys, but a board chest blocked my way, the logo of the military police on my eye level. Next to the officer was another man, looking rather bored, his eyes on the circle. I opened my mouth to ask them to move when someone talked.

"Wonderful fight, miss Ace" A man's voice complimented me, the guard took a step to the side and right in front of me was the renowned Lord Reiss.

"Thank you so much, Lord Reiss. I'm glad I could fulfill your expectations, " Maybe if i sweetened his ear he would give me some extra money on the sponsorship.

"If you allow me, I would like to have a few words with you in private. Do you mind going to your backroom?" I Hesitated. An uneasy feeling clenched my gut. My backroom was a sanctuary to me, only Hale, Ivo and Ann were welcome there. Impatience flashed in his eyes, so i tried not to overthink it. With a tight smile, I gestured for them to follow me.

“Of course This way, please. " I walked ahead of them, Lord Reiss and his guards following behind.

As I walked to the back of the room, my eyes searched for Annton, or Ivo, or Hale, or anybody. Call me paranoid, but the whole situation was making me uncomfortable.

My eyes Found Annton's from across the room, pleadingly. He understood immediately and made his way over, only to be intercepted by Mick and Hitch. They said something to him, and the severity of his expression told me it was important. With a hand gesture he asked me to wait for a bit, I nodded discreetly and kept walking as if nothing was wrong.

I hold the curtain open, letting Lord Reiss trough, waiting for his guards to do the same, but they turned around and stood by the entrance.

"I know it looks a little… excessive, but the times I've been attacked out of nowhere would surprise you." His voice was gentle, but it did nothing to soothe my nerves.

He took a sit on my couch and signaled me to do the same. Clenching my teeth, I tried to stay polite and sat on the farthest end, putting as much distance between us as I could.

"All right, I know you must be wondering what i want." He said, subtly getting closer. "I have a deal for you, miss Ace"

His piercing blue eyes traveled my body up and down. Leaning a little closer, he continued. Annton was nowhere to be found, and I wasn't sure I liked this situation.

"What do you think of a sponsorship?" Reiss stretched his hand, getting a grip on the tip of my braid, taking it to his eye level, index finger stroking it lightly.

"I would be honoured, and I'm glad you enjoy my fighting style" I lied through my teeth, trying to hide the wave of nausea that washed over me.

"Yes, truth be told, i find your style… exciting." He said, i ignore the innuendo in his words, playing dumb. " Observe you on the circle is one of my favorite activities." Lord Reiss got even closer, invading my personal space. My body went rigid as he threw his arms on the back of the couch, his skin brushing my neck in the process..

This man was creeping me out. Shit, he liked them young if he was trying to hook up with me. His face was getting closer to mine and I couldn't stand it anymore. In a second i was on my feet, getting away from him, trying to get my message across. I was not interested in that kind of business. He wasn't fazed, and he smiled, entertained by my behaviour.

"As I was saying, I will cover all of your expenses on the condition that you will be fully engaged on your training and fighting career. Also, I might need your assistance with other things." My eyes went wide, and something shined on his. " If one of my guys gets sick or something of that nature I might need your help as a bodyguard." Lord Reiss got up from the couch and walked towards me.

"That would be exceptional Lord Reiss. But please understand that I'm not familiarized with the whole sponsorship proce…" The words died on my lips when he caged me against the wall. My heart was beating in my ears, and the panic was screaming at me, demanding that I ran away, searching for Ivo. My eyes shifted to the curtains, and I noticed the shadows of the two bodyguards blocking the exit.

"Allow me to show you then" Reiss moth tried to catch mine, but I dodge him, going under his arms. His forehead collided against the wall.

"I think you should leave, sir. I really appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid I can't accept your conditions." I took a step back, pointing at the door. My chest felt tight because of the nerves. Flashes of the drunk man in the alley invaded me. But i was no longer a little girl, I would let no one try to take advantage of me. I fidgeted with my ring, waiting for him to go out the door, but when he passed by he grabbed my forearm, and he started dragging me to the couch. He was short, but he didn't lack strength.

"You better let me go, I already said I'm not interested in anything you have to offer" I struggled against his hold. I didn't want to fight him. He was one of the nobles who donated a lot of money to The Basement. If I did, I could damage the others.

"Nonsense" He refused to let me go, my breathing was getting more and more shallow with every passing second, and the room was getting smaller. I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip was strong.

Grabbing his wrist, I twisted his arm behind his back, pushing him against the wall. A pained whimper came out of him.

"I'm really sorry Lord Reiss, but you wouldn't listen." I was about to let him go when he shouted.

"Kenny!" The guards came inside like two trained dogs.

"Oh my, what do we have here? You better let him go, brat." Kenny got closer, i recognized his face vaguely, he was often on the crowd. He was a grown up man, a small beard covered his chin, and a broad-brimmed hat covered his hair.

Kenny and the other military police came closer. I let go Lord Reiss's arm and took a few steps back, lifting my arms in a truce sign.

"I don't want problems. I ask you to leave." My eyes trained on the guards, and then on Reiss.

He nodded to Kenny, holding his wrist with a grimace that was in between anger and pain. Kenny nodded back, and with an inhuman speed grabbed my arms, keeping me still. The other guard went to the door, keeping watch.

"Ya' better stay put, little runt." I tried to wiggle my way out, but i wasn't getting far.

Reiss's hand found my face, and I tried to move away from him, a dirty feeling lingering where he touched me. He caressed my cheek before slapping it hard. The impact swung my face to the side, the stinging feeling letting me know I was going to have his hand imprinted on me.

"Now you'll do as I say, I'm done being nice." He said to me, his cold blue stare piercing my soul, chilling me to the core. There was nothing behind his eyes. They were empty. "Kenny, to the couch"

The old man's body pushed me forward, but I digged my heels, trying to avoid it at all costs. I tried to break free, attempting to throw Kenny off, but almost as if he had read my mind he grabbed my braid, pulling my head back violently. The pain shot through my scalp, and a groan came out of my mouth.

I couldn't think straight. I was struggling to get out of Kenny's hold, twisting and turning as he dragged me to the couch, where Reiss was unbuttoning his dress shirt. Bile crawled up my throat, my eyes filling with tears.

I was supposed to be able to fight for myself, to defend on my own. But this three bastards changed the rules, tilting the scale in their favor.

My foot found the edge of the couch, and i pushed away from it, desperate to avoid being thrown in there. Kenny tussling against me, I would not make it easy for them. Impatient Lord Reiss took my ankle, trying to speed up the process. When I felt his fingers on me, I lifted my other foot and I kicked his forehead, a small cut opening on it. He collapsed on the couch, disoriented.

Kenny threw me to the side, kicking my stomach once I was on the floor. Towering over my curled up body, he spitted on me as I fought, trying to get the air into my lungs.

"I don't understand why you Runts have to make it so difficult." He got down, arm outstretch to grab me by the hair once again, but before he could close his fist on it a body collided against him.

Rolling to my side, I saw the unconscious Military police, sprawled on the floor. With a lot of difficulty I sat up, grabbing my side, trying to soothe the pain.

Annton stormed into the room, trying to protect me. Fist were flying everywhere, Kenny trying to dodge, but Annton's blows affected none the less. With an annoyed 'Tch' Kenny reached into his pocket.

Time seemed to slow down. Annton retreated to strike again, but a knife was in Kenny's hand out of nowhere. My blood ran cold, Annton's surprised expression forever printed on my mind. His eyes wide and mouth open as the cold metal pierced his torso. Almost as if he ran out of strength, Annton fell on a pile to the floor.

I'm not sure what happened next. But with a shattered heart, I got up. Kenny's back was to me, and I took us both down, circling him with my arms. I didn't care anymore. The knife flew out of his hand, I barely registered the sound of it.

My hands found Kenny's face, my naked knuckles aching with the hit. In a heartbeat i started beating him, one after the other my hands found something to strike, trying to erase the last hour, trying to fix the mess. The pain that soon turned to rage blinded me. I didn't even notice the tears running down my face. Something broke inside of me the moment Annton fell to the ground.

Kenny's weak laugh made its way into my ears, and the rage multiplied. He turned his face to the side, spitting a tooth out, and as his gaze found mine. I saw the amusement in his eyes and my movements halted for a second. On a rampage I got up, and furiously I kicked him across the face. The momentum from the blow turned his body sideways. I lifted my leg, about to repeat it, but Annton's weak voice called my name.

"Ace…" I ran and threw my body on the floor next to him. There was so much blood. I picked him up carefully, cradling him in my arms.

A sob escaped my mouth, and tremors shook my body. Annton looked at me with a tender smile. My tears were free falling, dampening his shirt.

"Please tell Hale…" He paused, a wince appearing on his face

"Shh, don't try to talk… I'll get some help. There's got to be a doctor somewhere around, just please, please don't close your eyes." I tried to get up, but he grabbed my hand.

Shaking his head no, a cough convulsed his body, blood spilling out of his mouth. The motherfucker knew how to aim, Kenny had pierced one of his lungs. The reality fell on me, weighting on my shoulders. The impotence squeezing my gut.

"There's no time, be realistic Ace…" I interrupted him

"(Y/n)… My name is (Y/N)" My voice broke at the end, the guilt hit me straight in the chest. I had never given him my actual name.

"(Y/n)… I like it." His little smile broke me even more. "Tell Hale that she was my dream." With effort he lifted his hand, trying to wipe my tears away, his own blood sticky and warm on my skin. I held his hand against my cheek.

"I will, but hang on. Just don't close your eyes, everything is going to be fine. Ivo and Hale are on their way, I'm sure." I looked at the door, measuring the effort I had to do to take him out. I didn't lack strength, but a sudden movement would only make his state worse.

"HALE! IVO!" The scream tearing my throat apart.

"Shh, it's okay" he said, with a calmness that unsettled me "It's going to be fine, you will be fine" His grip on my hand was faltering, and I could only watch as the death slowly claimed him. There was nothing left to do, and we both knew it. "Just promise me this. Please (Y/n), don't stop fighting, and I don't mean only in the basement, fight every day. For me."

I nodded.

"I will, I promise. But you're making it sound like a goodbye! Don't be like that. " I let out a broken laugh, trying to deny the truth. " Ivo is almost here… IVO!" Ann shook his head. "Fuck!" I cursed. It wasn't fair. It was never fair.

Ivo and Hale came running in the room but stopped dead on their tracks at the sight of the both of us, me with an agonizing Annton in my arms, sitting on a pool of blood.

Hale was the first to react, hurrying over and throwing herself next to us, grabbing Annton's body in her arms. Her hands went to his face, tenderly caressing him.

"Hello gorgeous"… Said Ann. " Ivo. I'm really sorry you have to see me like this, I hoped that only Ace saw me like this, but hey, nothing ever goes the way we want." He tried to laugh, but another coughing fit rocked his body, a wheezing sound came out of him, his lungs were holding on, trying to resist.

"What the fuck happened?" Ivo sat by me.

"Lord Reiss… Kenny the ripper," Annton couldn't finish.

When he said their names I remember about how I left him, but when a turned around, searching for them they were gone, the only proof that they were ever there was Kenny tooth on the stone floor.

"Shit. Those cowards ran away like rats!" I cursed.

"Guys… you're my family, and I love the three of you dearly… I'm sorry that I didn't say it often" Annton's sad smile finished me, the life abandoning his eyes. We didn't have the chance to say how much we loved him back.

A broken sigh left Ivo's body and Hale's broken howl shook the ground. Getting up, Ivo took's Annton's limp body and went out the door, while I just stayed on my knees, wailing like a newborn. Everything was fine a few hours ago, we were happy, and alive. And now i was broken, Annton was dead and I whished I was too. I lost one of the most important people in my life.

"Hale, we need to go. The Military will be here in any minute." The determination in Ivo's voice was surprising, specially as he held his friend's dead body, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Hale came out of her catatonic state, rubbing harshly her face, Annton's blood staining her pale skin. She pulled herself together, her eyes sharp and alert. I couldn’t imitate her. I was sobbing on the floor, shaking like a leaf.

"For fuck's sake Ace!" She grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me to my feet." We just lost Annton, and if we stay here, someone else is going to die, and it's most likely you, so put on your big girl's pants and snap out of it. We'll be able to mourn Ann when all of this is over." Se said, the sadness in her eyes brought me back to focus.

She pushed me to the door, and we exited my backroom.

The chaos had consumed everything.

All the nobles were at the door, desperately trying to leave, and a few of the torches had fallen to the ground, setting a few of the expensive curtains on fire. The smoke turning the air thick and impossible to breath

"What's going on!?" I asked, too stunned to move, my entire world had fell to ashes in front of my eyes.

"Someone ratted us out, the military forces are on their way. If we don't get out of here, we'll be executed." Said Hale "So move! There's a tunnel behind one of the bleachers"

The three of us hurried through the room. The temperature had spiked up, the air burning my lungs with every inhale. There was an opening on the door, barely wide enough for Ivo to fit with Ann in his arms. He went first, me following behind while Hale pulled the Bleacher against the wall, trying to cover our steps.

The tunnel was pitch black, and it went on and on. Without a source of light the three of us moved in complete silence, except for the occasional heartbreaking sobs.

"Ace… What happened?" Hale asked, trying to mask the tremble in her voice.

"Lord Reiss tried to took advantage of me, and i tried to defend myself, but Kenny…" I paused trying to swallow the knot in my throat. " Ann came in when I was on the floor, and he fought Kenny… But he took out a knife…" My voice broke "It's not fair! Everything was supposed to be fine! We should be drinking Ale and joking around! We were supposed to stay together… That's why we have these rings… if only I…" I couldn't hold it back anymore. My feelings poured out, and almost like a faucet, the tears fell.

I was sad, angry, afraid. Hale was going to hate, because of me Ann was dead. I knew I would hate myself in her position. And it was okay, I hated myself too, I should've been smarter.

"Let me tell you something, Ace…" Ivo started.

"(Y/n)." I interrupted. "My name is (Y/n), I'm sorry i never told you guys."

"(Y/n)… I like it" Hale's words the same as Annton's. I cried harder.

"Annton knew what he was doing when he got involved. He was even more afraid for you than he was for himself. He died protecting someone he loved, someone who was a part of his family. Don't blame yourself, the only one responsible for his lost is Lod Reiss and that criminal he has as a guard dog, and I'm not staying with my arms crossed.

"But…" I started but paused because of the tears.

“(Y/n)" I flinched. Her voice was harsh. "We live in a cruel world, constantly hunted down by monsters. And I'm not only referring to the titans outside. Sometimes the monsters look just like us," Her voice was a little calmer, but the crying was obvious. " A man took the love of my life away, and the only thing I can do now is live on and remember him… No matter how much i wish i was dead too. I can't, he wouldn't be happy about it." Her voice came out strangled at the end of the sentence.

After that we walked in silence. One hour later the path divided in two roads.

"Take (Y/n) out of here, I'll protect Ann. We'll meet up later." Said Ivo.

I circled him with my arms, squeezing him and Ann close to me. I let them go and Hale immediately took my place. I heard a kissing sound, and I knew she was saying goodbye.

"Stay safe, we'll meet up on top." I heard his steps fading in the distance, taking the left road.

Hale and I went right, completely blind.

I cleared my throat and spoke.

"Hale… Annton asked me to say something to you. "My tears had stopped, but the pain on my chest only grew with very passing second, I was about to explode. " He said 'Tell Hale that She was my dream', I'm sorry I'm saying it now, but I thought it was priv…" Her shuddering inhale halted my words.

"Goddamn it Annton! Did you really waited for your death bed to admit it!?" Her sobs raised the hairs on my arm.

"How did it end up like this?…" I thought out loud.

"The world is a hostile place (Y/n), one can only be strong for those who left too soon… I want you to have this, i'm sure he woul've agreed with me" She left something cold on my hand. I immediatley recognized the shape of Annton's ring. i clenches my fist around it and place it abvobe my heart , the tears came back, and diddn't left for hours.

When we finnaly made it out of the tunnels the sun was already out, it's light blinding us.

I was completely lost, the tunnel had a lot of twists and turns, maiking it impossible to track.

"Where are we…?" I asked, my throath hoarse because of the tears.

"On the outsides of Wall Rose. We better rest for a bit." Hale looked around

The zone where we emeged was devoid of pepole, a few houses surrounding us, but they seemed abbandonded. Looking at them reminded me of the day i me Annton, and my heat ached.

We went inside of one, sitting on the floor. We catched our breath for a few minutes, and she got up.

"I'm going to get some water, I know a few of the guards around this part. Stay here and wait for me." She left, closing the door behind her.

The morning's pale light came inside throw the window, the dust in the air shimmering because of it, i looked at my hand, where the two identical rings rested. I was broken.

Annton was one of the few i loved, besides my parents, and he was gone, because of me.

It was the first death i experienced, my mother's happened when i was too young to undestand. But this time i was awae of the ceranity of it, and knowing he was not coming back hurted like a bitch. The guilt churned on my chest, i shoul've killed Kenny when i had the chance. Now he was free, running around with Lord Reiss doing wh knew what.

I wondered where was Ivo, and how was he holding up, what did he do with annton's body? More than friends they were brothers.

More than half an hour went by whe Hale runned inside the house, her eyes wild and pale as a ghost. I got up and grabbed her shoulders. Her wide and frightened eyes looked at me, the tears threatening to spill out.

Hale closed her eyelids tightly , opening her mouth.

"They blame you for Annton's death" She said " The garrison and the Military Police are searching for you"

I fell to the floor.

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hallluuu! i’m back with a second story! idk who liked my previous story but thank you! i give you, hallway no.7!

Well, every family has that one thing they hide from everyone. My family has 7. For us, we hide the fact that we are cold blooded murderers. Trained from birth to bring death upon people. For the right price, of course.

My Grammy, Grand Papi, Mom and Dad, they are absolutely skilled killers. No one in our bloodline has ever got caught. We intend to keep it that way. My brother, Henry, his weapon of choice are daggers. I have no idea how many he carries but they seem to never run out. At times I thought he had magical abilities. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t!

Then we meet my little sister, Joey. She’s 16 and her weapon of choice is a spear and katanas. Dad made it so that she can adjust the length of her spear at any time, to ease her in her battles. Body count: 27. Not bad for a newbie.

I’m Sonic. I know, I have the coolest name in my family. I forced them to change it when I was 6. I would kill the house cats every time they said no. It’s pretty fucked up if you think of it... Anyway, my weapon of choice is anyweaponIcanfindbecauseIamindecisiveandcannotchoosetosavemylife. I would bring the first thing my eyes land on the second we enter the weaponry. There’s anything and everything you could imagine. Katanas? Check! Guns? Check! Portable mine bombs? Check! Phone bomb? Check!

Like I said, anything and everything you could imagine. Literally ANYTHING! My dad can make anything he puts his mind to. I, on the other hand, am helpless when it comes to creating weapons. I failed every single attempt and would end up just hurting myself. Nevertheless, I am the best assassin in my bloodline. I am very versatile and I adapt to the situation very quickly. I beat my dad multiple times under 2 minutes and he held the title for best assassin so badabing-badaboom, I’m the best now.

Every year we would hold an election day. We would choose 1 person in our beautiful country of Velenznova, the best of the best of fighters and see if they can survive a treacherous night in the hallways of our house. We would scare and maim and hurt the challenger. If they survive... I don’t know what will happen if they survive, no one in 27 years has been able to survive the house. Everyone who survived ended up getting killed by my stupid bloodlust controlled brother, Henry.

Apparently this year, things are going to change. For some reason, a group of 10 kids are going to be living with us, in our massive house for about a month and as per my dad’s rules, they cannot know a thing. If they came at any other time, I would be fine but right now, requests are coming in hot and coming in fast. At times I would come home all bloodied and messy, only to drop dead in the lobby. I can’t do that now.

Sunday night, they arrive at our house with their bags and their books and their little nerdy things. I don’t know, okay? All of them look absolutely weird and awkward but smart and composed. One of them catches my eye. I jump from the first floor window, all the way down to the pebble covered ground. I land in front of a young lady, delicate looking and sweet.

“Name‘s Sonic. You are?” I put my hand out and she smiles and accepts it.

“Eden. Sonic is a pretty weird name. Also, where did you come from? You appeared out of nowhere.” She asks me with a shy look on her face and my heart completely melts. I take her hand, folding every single finger except for the pointer finger and points to the windows I jumped from. She giggles and tells me that’s amazing. I know I’m amazing but I like hearing it from her.

Henry drags me by the collar and pulls me away. Eden lets out a small giggle before I wave my hand at her as I was being dragged by my brother. Henry warns me about flirting with other people and I roll my eyes. He is such a party pooper.

My sister informs me that I have to leave for work and Henry let’s go. Joey pulls me by the ear and drags me into the office. That was not a fun experience. I unlock the secret door to enter the weaponry and a whole bookcase moves out of the way.

We close the door behind us and punch in the code so that we can walk through the iron vault door. My eyes meet with a beautiful freshly forged Karambit. I take it off the glass table and test it out. I absolutely love it! The small size, the speed it gives me, the cool spinny thing I can do with it. My dad truly is the best.

I enter the changing room to change into something more comfortable to fight in and I put on my “assassin cloak”. My family still does that for some reason. I get out of the room and I pick and choose other weapons too like a couple guns, a few hidden daggers and a garrote wire just because I can bring it.

My sister and I leave the mansion through the secret back door and we start doing our job. Today’s job is to burst into a meeting, kill everyone and not die. Apparently they’ve been importing cheap drugs and selling it to a drug lord saying it’s a premium drug. That’s just a death wish if you ask me.

The meeting is taking place in a reserved casino, that makes things so much easier. We kill whoever isn’t involved and kill whoever that’s involved, easy. We enter through the kitchen door, obviously as no one is stupid enough to try and hurt us while we’re bringing katanas and guns.

To be honest, only one person has to die but why not finish all of them? Why not? We burst through the door and to our surprise, they have guns. Well so do I.

I give Joey a smile before we start completely obliterating everyone. Some dude really tried to pull me back by yanking my cloak but guess what? There’s a thing called velcro. I stick a dagger through his chest and he falls to the ground.

I make my way to the boss and there’s 4 men defending him. None of them are armed? That’s is so stupid. Joey finishes off the rest and I take my gun out from the back of my pants and shoot the boss straight in the head while Joey finishes off the other 4 guys. Everyone is now on the floor, bleeding one way or another and to make sure everything is all fine and dandy, I place a bullet in each of their heads, finishing each and every one of them.

Joey and I return to the car and drive away as fast as possible.

“I’m tired, aren’t you?” Joey asks me.

“I am totally drained. You wanna get some food after this? My treat,” I offer and she nods. “Right now, we have a problem. How the hell are we going to be able to return to our rooms? Windows? I’m so tired to climb—“

“Basement,” we say we at the same time and I step on the gas. We get home and we sneak to the back of the house all bloodied and dirty and enter the basement through a trapdoor.The basement hallways are always lit so we don’t have to worry about a single thing. We open the door leading to the kitchen and my dad is standing on the other side.

He’s making food. Joey’s eyes light up instantly. We’re not allowed to get food until after we’re clean so Joey and I run up to our rooms, taking off our cloaks, gloves and masks on the way up the flights of stairs. I entered my room, shower and cleaned myself before heading to the kitchen. My dad made us steaks and mashed potatoes.

“They’re here because we are one of the founding families. Play nice and absolutely no flirting. I’m talking to you, Sonic. Henry told me your little encounter with one of the girls.” My dad glares at me and I look away, pretending to know nothing of the incident. “All your missions are on hold for now. We’ll figure out something.”

“Wait, what? Then what am I going to do all month? Just sit around at the estate?” My sister glares at me, knowing that she can’t leave the house for any other reason other than work. I roll my eyes at her and turn my attention at my dad. He nods and I groan.

I don’t really have a say but he’s paying me while I am stuck at home so whatever.

“My grandparents give us the money to buy whatever crap we want because we can’t leave the estate until we’re 18. My sister can’t leave home yet so I rarely leave too. My brother on the other hand, loves to go out. Understandable,” I tell Eden what goes on in our house and she lets out a giggle. “You can’t leave the house until you’re 18? Wow. What do you do here? Let me guess, laptop and lotion?”

“That’s where you put the bar, Eden? Ouch. The estate is massive. We would go horse riding or swimming or archery or tennis or combat training or sit inside and read. We do sports a lot. Up until I was 19, my dad made me study 8 hours a day. From the age of 6, we’ve been spending a lot of time studying. We’re pretty smart for people who don’t leave the estate much.” I tell her and she seems pretty amazed.

We continue walking and she notices a pretty hidden door that we keep several weaponry. My dad explained to me last night that they can know that we are weaponsmiths but they can’t know that we are assassins. I place my hand on the RFID detector and the chip in my wrist unlocks the door. I pull out the hidden compartment and I notice a bloody dagger that I use in one of the missions.

She looks at it and picks it up by the handle, careful not to touch the blood. She asks for an explanation and I lift up my shirt, pointing to one of my many many scars. I take the dagger out of her hand and I keep it in my pocket. She takes out a katana and she hands it to me. I do a few tricks here and there with the sole reason to impress her.

I hear my sister’s very high-pitched voice and I know that I am in trouble. I am holding her sword without her permission and I know I am in very very deep trouble. I turn towards her and she has 2 other people following her. “You are supposed to give her a tour, not show her tricks and do funny business! Dad is taking away your card if you slip up and all access to your thing!”

I crouch down to her height and tease her. “When have I ever slipped up? I know my place, kiddie. I am done with the tour, okay? Don’t worry about me.” I pat her head and she glares at me.

Eden takes my hand and pulls me to the end of the hallway. She points to the door and she asks me what’s inside that room. I tell her that there's a hallway that no one can enter. It’s a lie but she doesn't know that. Oh well. I lie to her that I can’t enter by tapping my wrist on the detector and it won’t open.

There’s a special code we have to tap to get in and obviously I didn’t do that. Hallway number 7 is absolutely off limits to anyone and everyone outside of our family. In there, lies our deepest darkest secret and NO ONE can find out or we’re done for.

I lead back to the kitchen and I tell the chef to cut up some fruits for us. He obliges and I turn my attention to Eden. “What information do you want to know about my family? What’s not enough on your little notebook of yours?” She thinks it’s flirting and she starts blushing. Lord, save me.

“I want to know what was like growing up in the estate. You can’t leave, you’re locked inside. How did it feel?”

“Pretty normal. It’s not like we don’t have the internet and I can leave but for a good reason. My parents didn’t lock me up in here, I just didn’t like leaving. I get anxious and this house is a safe place for me. I played a lot and I got really fit but I still enjoyed reading and stuff. In our house, there’s always a balance. My childhood was mostly my siblings and I playing in the field, classes with Mr Harrows and helping my dad and mom in the workshop and the tailor. Most of the time, I don’t like people outside of my family because we can’t just trust anyone right? My dad and mom really taught me to know who to trust and not to.” I lied again. My childhood was mostly school and combat training. We did play around but that’s after 8 hours of ‘school’ and 10 hours of training. By the time we finish our training, all of us would be completely drained, no one wanted to play.

We continued chatting and thankfully none of the questions were about how we even get the money we have. My dad sells weapons and my mom is a fashion designer/tailor. Neither of the jobs is enough to pay for the estate. Not even close. I wonder what my dad said about that question. It’s probably about old money or some bullshit like that. It’s not a full lie like the ones I’ve been telling her but our ‘old money’ is in the Velenznova bank. We just don’t use any of it. The money in the bank is just for show.

Later that night, all my family members were required to meet up at the forbidden hallway and one by one entered the hallway. Making sure none of us looked suspicious. the door actually leads to another room but we just call it Hallway Number 7 to throw people off. The door will automatically close after 30 seconds and I was the last one to enter so I didn’t think about anything as I walked in. I take my seat and I say, “I don’t like tradition being changed. The kids can enter the house, look though our shit and we can’t kill any of them? That’s a bummer. That Eden girl is so tiny, I just wish to break her neck and—“

I hear a gasp from the door and it’s Eden. I smirk at her and walk towards her. The door closes, completely sealing off the sound proof and windowless room. “You know a little too much, Princess… I’m sorry but you have to leave.”

Crying, she says, “Sonic, I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Please don’t hurt me.”

I glide my hand on her cheek and with a swift motion, I break her very delicate neck. The sound she made as her neck was being snapped sounded so soft. I turn to my family and shrug. The look of disappointment on their faces are obvious. My grandmother groans and says, “we’ll deal with the family. Sonic, you clean this up. Henry, follow me. Joey, pack her things. Sonic, make sure she’s really dea—“ I pierce her heart with the dagger I have in my pocket from before, cutting off my grandmother. “Micheal, you did a poor job in raising him… you really did.” I start laughing and my dad glares at me, cutting me short.

Eden’s dead because she knows the secret. Guess what?

YOU'RE NEXT!

#short story #oneshot #original story #english #new story #please like if you read

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So im doing a project with a friend that entails me outlining a handful of greek myths and im being a sarcastic asshole because 1. thats how i do work at 4am and 2. we both know the myths so this is really redundant but i need some form of an outline in order to move on. So heres a break down of some of the big myths:

Titanomachy: Chronus got hungry. Like 6 times. One of them was a rock. Through some bullshit of Chronus is a fucking idiot and possibly drugs he thought the rock was a baby and decided not to persue that matter any more. Decade-somethin later weird dude who strangely looks like chronus shows up and offers him wine and then big C vomits up 5 fully grown children who have never seen sunlight before and then they murder him over 10 years. Some giants in there, 3 asshole draw lots because its a better alternative than strange women lying in ponds.

Prometheus: Born in cave. Cave dark. Night very scary. Sun not scary. Sun burn. Gods have thing that burn like little sun. Man steal little sun. God angery at man. Man gets his liver picked out on a daily basis for like ever.

Heracles: Its heracles. Hercules for the disney fan. Watch the movie and then pretend Hera is really a raving bitch who wants him dead and Hades is a p chill dude who just wants his dog to go on a walk once in a while. Also zeus got horny. And Herc murdered Meg. And he literally shoveled shit out of a horse pen for a straight 12 hours. And… yah its very different.

Gigantomachy: Backstory: Gaia got pissed at her husband/son so she had her grandkids kill him. Then Gaia got pissed at her grandkids, so she had her great grandkids kill him. Now Gaia is pissed at her great grandkids so she made a whole bunch of new children to kill them. Also cave man here? and Heracles? Like everyone here is an asshole but one of the assholes wants to eat the world so she can sleep so like....same?

Trojan War: Probably best known of the myths? Homer is a jackass like that. Basically Zeus got horny, hera got depressed, a dude named after the capital of france got horny, Eris showed up and did what she does best which is the ancient gods equivalent of politics at thanksgiving. Then all the depressed lady gods go fight over a shiny fruit that they literally can grow a bunch of in their gardens because this fruit aint special to them in any way shape or form other than Eris said pretty. Then the goddess of horny went to french-horny and let him start a war. Also Zeus might have orchestrated this entire thing because the world was so full of people that he couldnt get away with cheating on his wife and that had to stop? Priorities, i guess.

Odyssey: So man pisses off poseidon because he was cocky. And then takes 20 years to get home when 1. The medeterrainian is very swimable as per modern day man (and Odysseus was fit AF), 2. He had the side of not one but TWO of the most powerful goddesses in olympus. He slept with the pig lady, one dude died for no reason other than comedy purposes, there was a giant who cant see nobody, p sure this is lowkey an ancient greek comedy.

#Greek Mythology

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high school jopper from discord w/ @losingmagnetism angst edition!

The closer it got to graduation, the worse it seemed Hopper and Joyce's relationship became.

Hopper wanted to go into the military and help fight overseas, while Joyce didn't want him to put himself in danger and wasn't even sure the war was a good thing in the first place. But Hop wanted to help people, and what better way to help people than to fight on the front lines so other people didn't have to? If no one fought, who would prevent the fight from coming to them? And the last thing he wanted was for the people he cared about to get hurt, especially Joyce. Yes, he came from a military family, and yes, it was kind of expected that he follow in his father's footsteps, but that wasn't really the reason he was doing it. At least that's what he told himself when Joyce tried to say otherwise.

Besides, couldn't she understand his need to prove himself, to get away from tiny little Hawkins for a while and learn about the outside world? She wanted to do that, too, to the point that she didn't even want to stick around and wait for him to come back home. That's what it seemed like, anyway. He'd considered asking her to marry him, to give her a ring so she'd know he was serious about coming back to her, but the way things were between them now, he wasn't so sure that would be appreciated.

He just wanted her to see things his way. And now that he'd enlisted, there was no going back. He'd go off to college, complete his training while he studied, and then get deployed. When he got back, he could finish up. It would allow him to come home afterwards, get a job, and start a family right away. Because in the end, that's what he really wanted. But Joyce wanted a career...

He'd been thinking about it all through the graduation ceremony. When it finally ended, he went to find Joyce in the crowd as everyone filtered off to their cars to go home or attend parties.

The worst had happened. Was this how they were supposed to break up? Joyce wanting a career and a life for herself, while Hopper went off to the War? Her mind was full of worry. What if he died? Joyce couldn’t bare hearing the news about his being dead... she didn’t want to resort to the nightmares that were coming about having to attend his funeral. He was her lover, her best friend, and so much more than that as their relationship escalated. They spent Christmas today shortly after them becoming a couple, and Valentine’s day, and more important things. They seemed inseparable. And yet it was all going to be thrown away with the fact that things just had to tear them apart...

Was it really that bad that she wasn’t going to stay here for him because he might die? There could’ve been so many opportunities that Joyce Horowitz would’ve missed if she had to tie herself down and then find out the worst. She wanted to. She couldn’t lie, she wanted to, but they were young. Young and in love.

It just hurt her heart because that’s all Joyce thought with, especially being head over heels with Hopper. For god’s sake--- she hadn’t even found out about his signing up from him.... and that hurt. They were going their separate ways, and it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Love wasn’t supposed to change.

And now it was Graduation. Was this it? Joyce had to force herself to smile through it all. After all, it was like letting go of the memories of the school, and meeting Jim and everything. It was as if their lives suddenly came to a stop. Her parents were there for her, and of course her colleague Karen and others. But her heart was beating heavily in her chest as she couldn’t stop thinking about it. When it was over, she had brushed away the opportunities for photos, and just wanted to go home. Not because it hadn’t happened yet, but Joyce knew that if she saw Hopper, it might not be good.

As she stood there at their car, Joyce lit herself a cigarette and relaxed while the air blew her hair, cooling down. At the footsteps, she looked at the figure. “Hopper...” She said, with an almost deadpan, tired look.

He didn't want to hurt her and he didn't want to hurt. Maybe if he just pretended everything was alright, then it would be. He didn't need her to understand everything right away. One day, he would just come back and prove to her that they were stronger than this. She'd always been so strong.

His parents took pictures, of course, they were proud of him for getting this far and doing the family name proud. Not that he cared about doing what they wanted, but it was nice to feel like he wasn't a screw-up sometimes. But what he wanted... what he really wanted...

He stopped short at Joyce's look, the smile on his face slipping a little. "Hi," he said, looking a little lost as he wondered whether he should move closer or not. They'd been on such shaky ground lately.

She sat upon the front of her parent's car--- they were off god knows where, probably talking to people they hadn't seen in ages. Not that she minded. They were proud of her, told her, gave her flowers and that was it. At least she had them. The thing she did fight over was her dress, but she left it at that as it was just one night.

It was hard to avoid looking at her best friend. Of course she was hurt, but she pushed it off and tried her hardest to not worry. That was impossible with the lack of sleep she had, just thinking about her boyfriend.

Grinning slightly, she held out her hand with the cigarette. "Hi." Joyce's voice was shaky, but soft, swinging her little legs a little bit.

The smile was back as soon as she held out her hand. He took the cigarette and leaned back against the car next to her. "You look... really nice." It sounded stupid, but Joyce took all the smooth-talking charisma out of him somehow. He could tell her things he'd never told anyone else, but he could never charm her like he could charm other girls. She knew the smell of bullshit too well.

Taking a pull from the cig and then letting it out slowly gave him a little time to think. "So, um, I was wondering... on my last day in town--"

Yet, even though they had known one another on a friendly basis first, his compliments were far more genuine than one she could've gotten from anyone else. It made her blush, she still avoided looking at him. "Thank you." She quietly thanked him, nodding. It almost felt like it was hard to breath so she passed off the cigarette to him before she was tempted to finish the entire box.

Finally looking up at Hopper, she almost looked saddened. "Don't go. "

It hadn't been the first time that Joyce had said those words, but she meant it. She knew he was about to talk about his last day, as per mentioned, but she couldn't let him go.

to be continued :P

#losingmagnetism #c: Hopper #v: we could rewrite history #t: high school jopper

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milquetoast-on-acid · 6 years

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I watched By Any Means (six months after it aired) so you don't have to.

Here's what happened...

This post is for you @xbleeple and all of the other Major Crimes fans that couldn't bring themselves to watching the series finale. I'm making this recap for you so that you don't have to waste your time watching. Even Sharon Raydor alive couldn’t save this terrible excuse of an ending. Along with a huge side of salt to keep you entertained.

Provenza threatens to kill Stroh about five times per episode. To anyone that will listen including Mason. Despite that Mason still lets Provenza and Co. chase the case until the bitter end. How's that for objectivity?

Stroh has a partner a Hacker, who is a British version of Rusty. Seriously this could be Graham P. Martin's twin in a look alike contest. When people told Duff that Rusty was annoying he said hold my beer: I've written you someone that is about a million times worse.

They end up setting up shop in Brenda's old house and spy on the MC squad via a virus they sent to their cell phones. British Rusty Hacker Boy spends the majority of the four episodes spying on the squad while making hilarious comments like he’s at the movies. And eating popcorn...I really wish I was kidding about that...

What’s a movie without popcorn?

Emma Rios reappears for the sole purpose of being killed by Stroh. And @blossom--of--snow wonderfully pointed out that Emma is killed in the exact same way as the victim in her very first case. Wow what a cool thing to kill another major female character (who i know hasn't been on the show in years but still) and have that death be just as needless.

Provenza realizes that only he can keep Rusty safe (spoiler alert no he can't) because Emma's guards fucked up and let her be killed in her own swimming pool. So he becomes Rusty's guard and that comes into play later.

The squad think that Stroh came back to kill everyone connected to him because he was dying. Turns out that was complete bullshit and Stroh only wanted money. His mother who had Alzheimers or Dementia. Which means that power of attorney for her fell to her step son and he decided to cut off Stroh's mega supply of money. So in the end, Stroh's main motivation to kill everyone who was ever involved with him is solely about money. Money that he could just as easily stolen from somewhere else. Also he had no real reason to actually kill any of these people except for his step brother who was the one to cut him off. Talk about being dumb and letting everyone on a trail straight to you!

The squad learns that Stroh was always a psycho and his mother helped him cover up his first murder. The squad hears about this from Mrs Stroh who has dementia or Alzheimer's (I really can't remember which) and suddenly remembers everything that happened in her past just long enough for them the hear about this. We learn more about Stroh's past than we do Sharon Raydor's. And her monolithic monologue descends into a campy flashback that rivals American Horror Story at it's worst.

The squad feels sorry for Stroh because his mom was the only person he trusted ended up betraying him in the end. Also it's the reason why he hates women so much is because his mom betrayed him. Even though her continued relationship with him destroyed her marriage. Even though she helped him cover up multiple murders. And even though she betrayed him years after his first murder (who was a girl he liked).

Stroh kills some people including his stepbrother (but not his mother) and his own partner's partner (who is a prostitute because Rusty parallels).

Threatens that Rusty is next but never actually comes after Rusty. I honestly don't think that he ever really intended to come after Rusty. Rusty has nothing to do with his money and that was his main motivation.

Rusty tracks down a Stroh lead because both Rusty and Ricky (who make breaks in their case) are better cops than the elite detectives who have had decades of experience under their belts. You know realism bro! Provenza chases the lead and lets Rusty and Gus go with him and of course it leads them to Stroh.

Provenza goes alone to visit Stroh on some boat behind the house, while Buzz calls in a dead body they find. Leaving Rusty and Gus all alone, unattended so that Stroh or anyone else can find them and kill them. Great protecting Provenza!

Rusty sneaks away onto the boat because no one is babysitting him. Meanwhile Provenza finds Stroh. He is suddenly overcome with some common sense and decides against killing him. But then common sense leaves him and his dumb ass throws his hand cuffs to Stroh so that Stroh will willingly handcuff himself.

You know instead of calling for reinforcements and just waiting it out with a gun trained on Stroh.

Suddenly Rusty pops out of nowhere from some hiding spot. Because he got that that area before Stroh and Provenza. Because he knew where Stroh would be before Stroh knew. He shoots Stroh five times with no provocation what so ever. There is zero conversation between Rusty and Stroh. The reason why Rusty killed Stroh? Because he doesn't want anyone to know he was a prostitute.

Provenza does the 'right' thing (just like Stroh's mother did for him) and pretends that he shot Stroh. Even though Stroh was not killed with Provenza's gun. Even though Rusty has GSR on his hands and Provenza doesn't. Even though Provenza is a buck shot and would kill him with one bullet. Remember that Provenza killed Wade Weller from a few hundred feet away from him right between the fucking eyes. Oh and hey it's all okay because it turns out that Stroh had a knife in his boot. Because justification.

I.A. clears Provenza (no way in hell). Everyone *wink wink nod nod's* to Rusty that they know he was the one who killed Stroh and they are all totally cool with it. From Fritz to Julio. Totally cool you killed someone today, we're proud of you! Keep up that good work!

Andy is the only one who didn't pick up on Rusty having killed Stroh. And no one tells him that his step son is a killer. Maybe one day Andy will be killed by Rusty. I don't know what is worse. Living with a person that you don't know is a killer who may one day snap from trauma like that because shit like that doesn't leave a person. Or knowing that you couldn't keep your wife's son save from himself. Even though her last dying wish was for her kids to be taken care of.

Now time for everyone's happy endings. Provenza starts his tenure as (Lieutenant) in charge of Major Crimes as a criminal. You know trying to keep the world safe from all of those pesky criminals. Rusty starts his law career as a killer. He really made sure to make Sharon proud of him for being an adult who takes responsibility for his own actions.

Rusty and Gus get back together after Gus heedlessly harassing Rusty who wants nothing to do with him romantically. There is zero resolution (no conversation of a reconciliation or forgiveness) in their relationship. I mean hey, Gus as a cheater isn't that bad when you compare him with Rusty who is a killer. Also Andy is totally cool with them sleeping together, Gus asked him. And hey, their relationship is totally not toxic or anything. And they aren't bound to breakup about five times before they die but hey what is true love but dis-functionality?

Julio left them all behind for another squad because he doesn't want Mark to grow up without a father. Buzz became a real cop, but not because it was what he wanted. But because it's what Provenza said so. Wes and Cami are maybe a couple. Amy is as disgusted as I am about them in the deleted scene. Where they flirt over comparing serial killers to cereal. That leaves me scratching my head with: WTF happened to the writing?

Mike, Amy and Andrea got forgotten about and had no ending. Andy became the angry bitter widdower that Julio was and even takes over his desk because being right next to where his wife died is just too fucking painful. Oh and Ricky is actually Sharon's first born not Emily, Sharon said so.

Not to mention that Sharon was replaced by a vase of roses that everyone stares at.

The End.

#major crimes #here's what happened #sharon raydor #andy flynn #rusty beck #gus wallace #provenza #buzz #julio #amy sykes #mike tao #mark jarvis #rusty and gus #sharon and andy #shandy

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justfangstvdto · 7 years

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Open Coffin | Chapter 02 “Here to pick up the pieces” (Part 1)

Pairing: Kol x Reader (eventually)

Chapter Summary: Y/N gets pulled right into her brother´s drama as a certain original hybrid visits the Mystic Falls Highschool, looking for the very much alive Elena Gilbert.

Warnings: skipping a few scenes since you all know the canon info´s anyway, blood, abusive parent, typical tvd violence

Word count: 3437

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Mystic Falls 1852

“It wasn't on purpose, I swear,” Stefan assured the broken glass of your father's bourbon decanter in his hands. There is a fairly deep cut on his right hand with blood running down his fingers “It just slipped out of my hand.”

“It´s alright, Stefan.” You reach for the hem of your dress and tear a piece of cloth away and gently wrap it around Stefan's hand.

There are footsteps heard from above and it seems someone is tumbling down the stairs. Stefan´s eyes widen in fear, knowing all too well that if your father comes in here and sees what Stefan had done, he would go ballistic.

“Go to mother and let her tend to that wound.” you say taking the fault for Stefan's accident.

“No! I won't let you take the blame, I-”

“Go, Stef.” you repeat “ I can handle him.Go.”

With one swift motion the door opens and in tumbles your slightly drunk father and his disoriented gaze falls upon the broken decanter “What is going on in here?” he slurs his nostrils fluttering with anger “Who is at fault for this?

Stefan opens his mouth ready to admit that it was him who dropped it, but he closes it shortly after,, scared of what your father would do to him.

“It was me, father.” you step in front Stefan and gesture him to leave the room through the door behind you “ I was cleaning and I..slipped.”

You push Stefan back once more and he finally sneaks out of the room. He hides behind a door that leads into the living room as well and opens the door a crack and peeks through it. He witnesses how your father throws his glass towards you and how you dug just in time to avoid it hitting you, followed by endless screams and threats until he grabs you by the wrist and drags you down the cellar and locks you up in one of the cells he finished building a few years ago. He said you would not get out until you have paid for what you have done, which means you´ll be held in the cellar with no food and no company for as long as your father thinks it´s necessary.

You lean back on the cold stone wall, your ears ringing from your father's loud voice. You hear rustling outside and you assume it is your father coming back to scream at you some more. However, it is Stefan that drops down next to the door “I´m sorry.” he says his voice full of regret.

“It´s alright, Stef.” you assure him moving over to the door resting your back on it “You know I am always going to protect you, right? Even if it means I´ll have to pick up the pieces from messes you made. Nothing is going to change that.”

You swear you could feel the smile forming on his face through the thick stone walls and you know that protecting him today, and the countless of times before that was worth it.

Elena | Mystic Falls High

It is prank night in Mystic Falls and the gang is occupied with turning the High School into a maze filled with traps and scares. Elena skips through another set of doors and heads through the school gymnasium when suddenly she bumps into a hard chest. “There's my girl.”

“Klaus!” Elena whimpers.

“You are supposed to be dead” Klaus exclaims cocking his head to the side “What are we going to do about that?”

Damon | Random Highway

Damon is driving down the highway at an illegal speed limit, as per usual, with Katherine sitting next to him, riding shotgun.

“Are you hungry?” Katherine looks over, .playing with the tips of her hair “Let's stop for a bite. A truck stop. Or a trucker.”

“Oh, stop being cute.” he mocks throwing her a glare.

“It's not possible,” Katherine smirks.

“We've been driving around aimlessly for hours. Where are we going?” Damon eyes her curiously.

“Far enough away so that you can't go running back.” she replied bluntly and turns her head to look out of the window.

“Not to worry. “Damon pauses “Mystic Falls and I are on a bit of a break.”

“You and Mystic Falls, or you and Elena?”

“Let's just say Elena and I are having a bit of difference of opinion on how I should behave,” Damon replies, not feeling like digging any deeper into this topic with Katherine.

“Ooh. Let me guess…”Katherine purrs “Elena wants you to be the hero, and you don't like playing pretend.” She turns so she is facing him to cup his cheek with her hand-

“Something like that.” Damon mutters, his eyes leaving the road to gaze in her brown eyes

Her loss.” she whispers and leans in to press her lips against him, which soon turned into an open mouth kiss. Though, what she did not anticipate is Damon shoving her off of him

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I'd give it a shot.” he shrugs wiping her lipstick from his lips ”Truth is, you just don't do it for me anymore.” Damon smirks.

Y/N | Truck

You and Stefan wake up in the back of the truck your neck aching like you have been headbanging on a concert for a week straight.

“Oh, they live.” Rebekah exclaims resting on a crate.

“What happened?” Stefan asks rubbing his neck.

“Klaus happened.” you reply.

“You two took a beating. My brother's been breaking your necks all afternoon, mostly yours, Y/N.” Rebekah informs “What on earth could you have done to anger him that way?” she adds sarcastically.

“You know all too well what I did.” you remind her “ and I also know what you did.” A flash of regret flickers over her eyes, but she shakes it off with a spiteful smile.

“We all did something, can we please get back on topic? Stefan intervenes rather rudely “Why did Klaus bring us back to Mystic Falls?”

“Because he enjoys Virginia's famous cherry pies, Stef.” you deadpan throwing him a glare “Why do you think?”

“You can stop playing dumb, Stefan. It didn't take him long to figure out what you've been hiding.” Rebekah shrugs.

I'm not hiding anything.” Stefan replies shortly, denying everything even though he fears they already know the truth “ I've done everything Klaus has asked me to.” It was true, he never disobeyed him and did whatever Klaus wanted.

“No, you just failed to mention that the doppelgänger's still alive.”

“Where is Klaus now?”

“With any luck, ripping that cow's bloody head off.”

Stefan zips towards her and they both fly out of the truck and onto the ground, him on top of her.

“Where is she?”

“Guys, I like violence as much as the next person,” you intervene “but is this really necessary?”

She gets up and pushes Stefan against the truck and punches him “You really do love her, don't you?” she asks, completely ignoring your interference. You hop of the truck and rush towards Rebekah.You grab a fistful of her hair and yank her away from your little brother. Admittedly the hair pulling might be a little below your standard, but it is very effective. Until Rebekah throws her head back and it meets with your nose. You stumble backwards, stars dancing shortly behind your eyelids, your nose already gushing out blood.

Rebekah uses the distraction and zips towards Stefan and wraps her hands around his neck and breaks it in one swift motion. She sooner vamp-speeds away as Stefan´s unconscious body hits the ground.

“Oh, Stefan. I still have to clean up your messes, don't I?” you sigh looking at the school - or more like a lion's den- you are about to walk into, attempting to save your brother´s girl you care so little about…

Meanwhile in the Gym..

Klaus holds onto Elena's arms and marches her through the school hallways

“You put a rather large kink in my plans, sweetheart.” he looks down at Elena “The whole point of breaking the curse and becoming a hybrid was to make more hybrids. I haven't been able to do that. Now my bet is, it has something to do with the fact that you're still breathing.”

“If you're going to kill me, just do it!” Elena hisses.

“Not until I know I'm right. But I do have ways of making you suffer.” Klaus smirks and kicks the door open with his foot and enters the Gym.A few students are there setting up pranks.

Attention, seniors. You have officially been busted. Prank night is over. Head on home.” Klaus suggests, using a fake American accent. His eyes fall upon Dana, a student he compelled while he inhabited Alaric's body.

“You two.” he approaches them “ I remember you.”

“I'm sorry. Who are you?” she asks.

“Oh, don't worry, I wasn't in my right head last time we met.” Klaus smirks and begins to compel her “Lift your foot up, please, Dana.” She complies and Klaus then turns his attention to the confused guy next to her “If she drops her foot, Chad, I want you to beat her to death. Understood?”

“Don´t Klaus. You don't have to hurt anybody.” Elena says.

“Of course he does.That's all he´s good at.” you enter the gym earning surprised looks from everyone except Klaus. He must have known you would barge in once you are awake again.

Damon | In the middle of nowhere

Damon stops the car and gets out and Katherine follows suit. “Why are we stopping?” she asks

“I thought we might want to stretch our legs. Take a break from the sexual tension.” Damon offers ”I'm tired of driving. It's your turn.”

“Fine.” she nods and prepares herself to catch the car keys but Damon unexpectedly throws them into the distance “Hey! I-”

“We're not going anywhere until you spill your guts.” Damon demands, staring her down with his blue eyes.

Fine.” Katherine hisses and reaches into her pocket and shows him Elena´s necklace “Do you remember this, hmm? A little birdy told me that Klaus wants to get his hands on it.”

“Why would Klaus want Elena's necklace?”

“Does it matter? He wants it, and I have it. It's leverage, Damon. Always stay one step ahead of your enemy.” she shrugs.

“I'll keep that in mind.” he eyes her knowing all too well that he has to be on guard around her.

“But more importantly, when I stole the necklace from Bonnie, I found out something else...Something better.” she smirks.

“Oh, yeah? What's that?” Damon cocks his eyebrows and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to stop Klaus? No turning back?” Katherine asks. She needs to know if Damon will be on her side on this.

“I'm not turning back.” he assures.

“Good. Because this isn't going to win you any points at home.” she walks to the trunk of Damon´s car and opens it to reveal an unconscious Jeremy lying in there

“Jeremy?” Damon scoffs “Really?”

Y/N | Mystic Falls Gym

“Y/N. I thought you would be indisposed a little while longer.” Klaus sighs.

“Sorry to disappoint.” you reply and shoot him a false smile. You feel Elena´s eyes on you, who´s head is probably spinning wild trying to figure out who you are “So you're the precious Elena, huh?

“And who are you?” she asks, her voice slightly shaking.

“Y/N Salvatore. I would say I'm charmed to meet you, but I am really not.” It's not a lie. You really are not charmed in the slightest meeting another woman who yet again demands so much from Stefan. And a little birdie told you that it seems that Damon has a thing for her too. So much for their claims never to repeat that mistake again.

“Salvatore as in-”

“Yes as in Stefan and Damon.” you finish her sentence “They never mentioned me, did they? Figures.”

Suddenly the gym doors swing open and Elena's friends Bonnie and Matt enter, shocked to see Klaus.

“Bonnie, get out of here!” Elena yells and Bonnie´s eye grow wide when she sees the smile on Klaus' lips.

“Ah, I was wondering when you´d show up. Now we can get started” he looks over his shoulder and gestures Dana and Chad to sit down for a moment “I assume you're the reason Elena´s still walking around alive?”

“That´s right.” Bonnie nods, a look in her eyes that could scare the toughest of people “If you want to blame someone, blame me.”

“Oh, there's no need for blame, love. Just your witchy interference seems to have caused some undesirable side effects. And since you caused the problem, I'm going to have you find the fix.” he finishes the sentence and as if on cue, the door swing open and in walk Rebekah pushing another one of the gang, Tyler, with her.

“Get off of me!” the young werewolf orders.

“Okay that went on long enough.” you sigh and walk a few steps towards Klaus “Let them go.”

“And why would I do that?” he asks “because you have your silly diamond? Newsflash, love. The diamond is worthless without my brother's help and as you well know, he is rather indisposed at the moment.”

“Are you so sure that the diamond is worthless?” you bluff, and Klaus´ smile falters almost unnoticeable “I think you and I should consider a deal, wouldn't you say? But first, let these kids go. That´s my price for now.”

“No deal.” he says returning the false smile you gave him earlier and turns his attention back to the others. You probably could have tried to bargain again or you could have even attacked, but it most likely would have ended in your death.

“I´d like you all to meet my sister Rebekah. Word of warning ..she can be quite mean.” Klaus nods and throws her a smirk.

“Don´t be an ass.” she hissed and throws Tyler towards her brother.

“Leave him alone!” Elena yells without much effect.

“I´m going to make this very simple..Every Time I attempt to turn a werewolf into a vampire hybrid they die during transition. It´s quite horrible, actually.” he notes and bites into his wrist forcing Tyler to drink from it “ I need you to find a way to save my hybrids, Bonnie. And for Tyler´s sake...you better hurry.” With that, he snaps Tyler´s neck and drops onto the floor.

Matt squats down to Tyler´s now dead body “He killed him” he whispers looking at his friends.

“He's not dead” you interfere “Klaus´ blood will turn him into a vampire..” Elena´s friends look at you with the same questioning look “Oh right. I´m Y/N Salvatore. And yes, as in Stefan and Damon. And you must be Bonnie, Matt and Tyler, right?”

“How do you kn-” Matt begins, but Klaus cuts him off.

“Are we done with the introductions?” Klaus hisses impatiently “ If Bonnie is successful, Tyler will live through the transition. Go on, then. Go and fetch your grimoires and enchantments and what-not. I´ll hold on to Elena..for safe-keeping.”

Bonnie nods and grabs Matt´s arm and hurries out of the room. They have a quite literal deadline and their worry for their mutual friend makes it even harder to concentrate.

“So this is the latest doppelganger. The original one was much prettier.” Rebekah comments and you can´t hold back a small giggle. One can say about Rebekah what one wants but she does have her wits “Oh, Y/N you're still here. Don´t you have somewhere else to be?”

“No, I don't and I don't plan on going anywhere either.” you reply.

“Enough Rebekah.” Klaus interferes “ Take the wolfboy elsewhere, would you?” Klaus orders and Rebekah grabs Tyler's ankle and drags him from the room “Just ignore her. Petty little thing.”

Damon | Middle of nowhere

Katherine and Damon are sitting atop a picnic table whilst they wait for Jeremy to wake up “I´m listening.” Damon says.

“What if I told you there was a way to kill Klaus? And not Dagger dead. Dead dead.” Katherine looks at him with another smug smile

“I´d say you were desperate and lying.” Damon hisses “Or drunk. Or desperate, lying and drunk” Damon looks at her curiously, but she only snickers gently.

“Do you remember my friend Pearl?” she asks.

“Vividly.” Damon nods.

“Centuries ago, she told me about a vampire who knew how to kill Klaus. Then she wouldn't tell me any more.”

“Well, why not?”

“Because it was her leverage.” Katherine sighs “ She knew it was valuable information, and wouldn't share it with me.”

“Well this is great...but she's dead.” Damon replies shortly with his usual sarcasm.

“Which is why I never brought it up. Because she only ever told one other person.”

“Who?” Damon asks creasing his eyebrows.

“Her daughter. Anna.” she replies.

“Also dead.”

“Which brings us back around to…” Katherine stops and waits for Jeremy to wake up. He heard the entire conversation and lets out a sigh.

“To me. Back around to me” Jeremy whispers.

Y/N | Mystic Falls

The gym doors open once more and Stefan walks in with a determined, yet worried look on his face.

“Stefan….” Elena whispers.

“Stef” You stand in his way “ turn around and go. I can handle this.”

“No.” he shakes his head and walks past you. You grab his arm but he shrugs it off “Klaus I came to ask for your forgiveness and pledge my loyalty.”

“Well, you broke that pledge once already,” Klaus notes.

You´re not a man of your word either, Klausy-Klaus.

“Elena means nothing to me anymore.” Stefan states and Elena at him, hurt by what he just said “And whatever you ask of me...I will do.”

“Fair enough. Let´s drink on it. Kill them.” he looks back to Chad and Dana and gestures over to them

“Klaus stop this nonsense. Leave these high school kids be. They did nothing to you. Unlike me.”

“You´re right. You did.” Klaus recalls and Stefan looks back at you with a questioning look on his face.”And to be perfectly clear, you will answer for that bur right now you rather annoy me, so.. “ he moves closer to you and his pupils dilate “I want you to start walking and don't stop until you reach the next town borders.” he smirks as you nod and turn around.

Normally you would have been protected by the small amount of vervain you take in every day, but being locked up in the back of a truck prevented you from doing that.

“There is nothing worse for you than abandoning your brother who is about to dig into his true nature, now is there?” Klaus adds smirking in triumph.

No there certainly is not.

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12x17 watching notes

(Finally :P)

expectations - well, I had pretty low ones before this episode came out but while I was mucking around waiting for it to become available through some channel or another, a couple of people have expressed actual excitement to me about it so now I'm confused, especially as they didn't offer any qualifiers about that, aside from that the Crowley and Lucifer stuff would be pretty boring, which was a lesser problem on my list of things to worry about.

Let's see what happens :P

The recap starts with the Crowley and Lucifer stuff. Yay.

Blah blah Dagon and Kelly... EILEEN HI

Okay interesting BMoL recap - starting with Mick and his character development so far, then sliding over to Ketch, punchy punchy Mary hitting things in time with him. So they're linked (see also: gloomy expectations :P) and actually doesn't tell us anything else about Mary in that moment, but keeps on recapping Sam and Dean's issues with the BMoL - Mary's been swallowed up into them.

Kendricks! With their creepy motto about being stronger together. Which is I guess what Sam accidentally echoed about the better the MoL are the better they are

(Mittens just told me the crossed keys on there are a symbol of heaven too which *anvils*

It is never a good sign when you're called into an office and they put plastic sheeting down. I guess one of these kids isn't coming out alive... I don't think they've said names yet but I think the pale dark haired one is Mick because duh

odds are they make him murder his friend for shits and giggles

I can't visuale "Michael" being Mick because that name just doesn't fit :P Also anvils again the whole Michael thing - we had his lance not too long ago. He's LURKING.

LOL the Headmistress pauses with horns behind her head. Not ominous about her being evil at aaaall.

LOL they are Michael and Lucifer parallels

And Michael wins. Obviously. Since we know Mick kinda makes it out of there. :P

So Headmistress with her codes is God, Mick actually wins the damn fight which is NOT good because the only other repetition of the entire cycle to win the fight was Cain and that ended *so well* for him.

All the Cas mirroring just got blown out of the water though. I guess he now gets to carry the weirdly dubious honour of dealing with the Michael mirroring... Michael who would not back down from the apocalypse because God Said So and he was going to be a good son and do what was destined of him, no matter if it meant killing his brother. Of course we've had that exact conflict remembered earlier this season with Ramiel musing on how Michael made his spear to kill Lucifer slowly and painfully. Cain mirrored down the line to Dean - Mick mirrors back up to it Michael. Interesting that they want to address this again even just thematically with parallels like this... I'm so not convinced ever at any point that Michael will actually come back, if nothing than for the show to dig in its heels and enjoy the "You forgot Adam" jokes to the end of time, but Michael IS a loose end narratively in that he's so heavily NOT been involved in the story again, and carries a real, terrifying weight that Lucifer does not, and tbh never really did, since he popped up in 5x01 all like hey I'm the villain, but Michael had a much more insidious awfulness to him... And with 2 appearances ever, remains far more mysterious and powerful in the story than the now over-blown cartoon villain Lucifer's been since, well, honestly, season 7, though obviously Hallucifer was not meant to be the real deal...

Anyway I should maybe not take forever to watch the thing because I always do and I started so late thanks to download links being terrible >.>

Wait

Mick is alone and drinking in the office at the BMoL compound remembering all this (yay alcoholism all of a sudden out of nowhere - he really has utterly switched gears to the Michael-Cain-Dean thread)

and now Sam n Dean are driving off to meet him

when the hell was the promo scene and was it even in this episode :P

EILEEN IMMEDIATELY

Yesssssss

I am immediately also upset that she loves Sam so much but doesn't tell him to not let Dean talk to her while he's driving if it means he has to keep looking down at the ipad to make it clear what he's saying to her >.> EYES ON THE ROAD. Sam's no good to you dead.

I am mostly admiring Eileen's hair because Kelly stuff is like... okay.

Aw she said goodbye to Sam specially. My heart.

Dean thinks it's cute too.

Sam's like "come on" oh god he's in love too.

Sammy, this is how it feels to be in the hot seat when people mock you for having an adorable crush. Leap behind denial and pretending there was nothing special about that "bye Sam" :3

And you should know you've seen it happen to Dean enough :P

Dean ships it.

And he always knows what's true and good :3

"He stole my line" says Crowley somewhere or other. I love how Dean was literally just saying not to call Crowley, and there's Mick in the library with the whiskey, "hello boys" and suuuuper ominous music, because he just let himself in. Does he know about Kelly? Sam and Dean are coordinating all the other hunters they know on this, but it's their resources. And they actually have other hunters they know and trust and are good, working with them.

And of course, the whole thing with the BMoL imposing on them - no privacy, the keys giving him full access to their lives, and, I think, assuming in a way they're their superiors because Sam n Dean are hunters, but Mick has the desk job and the education...

Sam and Dean present a united front stomping towards Mick, who has come to hang out. Now HE is on the case of Kelly, and of course it comes out that they were keeping it a secret...

Mick mentions cosmic shockwave but it's not Cas's cosmic consequences. I think we need to limit the word cosmic to one per season relevant things.

Anyway as with 12x14 showing the BMoL are playing on their stage but are tragically behind and under informed. I was recently musing on if they had the same technology as a start point as the Bunker and that detected the angel fall, they would have obviously a lot more time to develop it and would have equipment sensitive enough to detect all sorts of big events (I was wondering about the seals breaking in that context, but a Nephilim being conceived counts)

Now I have to listen to Dean recapping 12x08...

I feel like I should just leave a blank space for watching them arguing about killing Kelly or making her get an abortion. Just because... Buckleming, no, why are you even handling this subject. Why.

Mick takes the far more hardline approach that they should have killed her, but I mean, Sam and Dean start from the point of, we thought she agreed to get an abortion (are you not allowed to say abortion on American TV?)

I do love Sam and Dean sitting on the table side by side like this KNOWING they're like, the most intimidating men Mick will ever meet and if they play up the double act, he's so much more likely to crack from the pressure :')

This is rapidly turning into Buckleming's favourite trope of Sam n Dean judging you together, which I can't remember how often they do it but it is a Thing and 9x21 is not the only example though it’s the only one I can think of, and none of the other writers ever make them do exactly this.

I think part of why it stands out to me is just because while Sam n Dean are great and can be united against a mock-worthy foe, they actually aren't usually *united* and even when things are great, they play to their strengths, but often moments of unity highlight their differences, especially current conflicts or whatever. Moments of inward reflection occur and so on.

Here, they're just a block on this table which says "exposition: Winchester POV" while Mick is over there like "exposition: drop more anvils" (he just called the nephilim an "abomination" out of the blue)

"Until then, we drink" - I think Dean is distracting Mick more than anything - he already showed up in the Bunker, drinking, and Dean knows they have a lead thanks to Eileen. If they can get Mick trashed, who knows, maybe he'll forget, maybe this will all seem less urgent in the morning, maybe he can be reasoned with differently when the plan is he has the hangover and Dean is doing dishes noisily in the kitchen, if, you know, Mick had not out-drunk them

wait why is Lucifer back in that chair - did Buckleming literally not watch 12x15? It's so pointless to chain him up... he should be like, sitting in the corner of Crowley's room or whatever, LOOKING free and suffering.

The fact you could fade out from 12x13 and into 12x16 for the Lucifer stuff makes me think that Perez did the best he could and bless his cotton socks but you just can't un-fuck Buckleming writing when they're on a roll, because if they think Lucifer should be chained up in this chair like they wanted him, then here he is.

I mean aside from anything it's yet more complete disrespect for canon - that they clearly didn't do any homework for 12x13 because holy crap the Gavin stuff was badly handled, and that was their own story so you'd think they'd know how follow on from their OWN writing - and now they're not even playing ball with the other writers on current stuff >.>

As I said in an ask I answered a little before this episode, they have their own canon running adjacent to main canon, where all their mad plot stuff happens, and everyone else just has to deal with it as a sort of weird fever dream that happens in the background of the Winchesters' lives. You can't reason with it when they aren't listening. Or they just do not understand the point of what someone else wrote.

Anyway I guess Dagon feels like she failed Lucifer over something or other, which makes her a kid desperately trying to prove herself to her father.

Sounds ominous about Kelly "lasting" and that the pregnancy will probably include all sorts of body horror and then kill her - I suppose more burning up like the vessels or something in that vein.

So I suppose now we have the whole do you let the baby get born at the expense of the mother dying stuff - I really really hope this is not some wacky anti-abortion message but actually makes this look WRONG. I mean you'd think Lucifer and a trusted underling not valuing the mother over the baby would be a good start that this is a bad POV on abortion because it's again choosing for the mother what's "best" and which life to value more, but, well.

I also just don't trust the writers because the message was so bad in 12x08 with all the men arguing over what to do about her baby and Kelly's characterisation to not even consider abortion seriously despite having a baby from rape, before we even get into the ethical horror show of what it may or may not be intentionally saying about aborting babies with problems you just don't think you can deal with as a parent regardless of their potential

I mean fucking hell can we just not have this story arc?

Wait if we're having more Mick flashbacks did he actually kill his friend or are we just wallowing on this

I can't tell with these writers if I should expect a plot twist or just over-writing :P

the Headmistress has a chessboard in front of her, currently all set up and not played. But in the actual game, her chess pieces are all over the board. Does she think she has them in neat lines, but they're actually running everywhere?

Who knows - Mick tries to complain he's still cleaning up after Toni's mess while the Headmistress thinks that they're hopeless because Toni said so. She doesn't want chess pieces she can't get neatly in line.

Not how the game works, ma'am

She seems to think so - "assimilate or eliminate" - she really does not understand the Winchesters and their role in the whole... cosmic order. You work around them, or with them, not over them. :P

Blah blah Kelly and Dagon - Dagon doing the bare minimum to keep Kelly alive while off the radar of everyone looking for her, clearly not caring about Kelly... Kelly demands to see a doctor because of course we need her to make stupid decisions.

I bet the baby has like, little horns and a pitchfork in there and the weird pains are because it's poking the inside of her tummy with the pitchfork.

Cackling comes over the ultrasound, somehow.

Also, better odds the doctor is randomly an angel, maybe because they've possessed every single doctor in the country waiting for Kelly to drop by because she wants pics of Satan jr to share on Facebook to make all her schoolfriends jealous.

The hangover scene - Sam and Dean have their sleeves rolled the exact same way. They really are still being a unified front. Of course, the whole table thing - they're in their rightful places while confronting a cheery Mick hanging out in their kitchen. Last interloper to do that was God.

Of course this implies that Sam and Dean keep the resources to make Bloody Marys in their fridge in the first place.

Which is completely and utterly horrifying, that Mick comes in right as they're asking each other about Mary, and makes himself a Bloody Mary.

Binge drinking: a national sport and we're GOOD at it

I am disappointed that Dagon did not just roll with the fake relationship thing because that would have been hilarious and maybe actually made me interested in the character dynamics going on here. She's not exactly done anything to make her look like more than the standard standoffish demon with old school lucifer loyalties and not much interest in being nice except for what it gets her. Of course there's a Meg vibe going on but like... without all the oozing charisma and personality that in Meg 2.0 was just in one eyebrow all the time. I mean, she could just stand there and eyebrow slightly and... gah, Rachel Miner just has ridiculous stage presence :P I don’t DISLIKE Dagon but she’s trapped in this writing and has no room to do anything fun or challenging.

I just took a little break to come up with a much better way to write this story with Mittens, and we've concluded if Kelly's not going to be HORRIFIED by what's happening inside her, she should be intentionally stoned out of her mind with nephilim baby brain, which Dagon has to deal with like "UGH" and long story short, she has to throw Kelly a baby shower to keep her happy and they sit there crocheting booties together and AGAIN would give us real character dynamics - Kelly wavering between "what's happening to me?" and wandering around their dilapidated hide out of the week wondering where to put the nursery while singing to herself, and Dagon grinding her teeth and helping Kelly pick out names all sweetly :P

I just want these poor actresses to have something real to work with

Can't see horns on the nephilim

oh well

*slowly decays on my chair into a neat little pile of dust while Crowley is being boring with Lucifer* I was just watching 9x02 before this, and Crowley chained up in the dungeon there, playing Kevin for all its worth, and oh my god that was excellent writing

boring

... I do not remember typing that

Oh, Michael reference. Cool. Cool cool cool. Nothing new about him, but with his presence in the narrative I have to wonder if Lucifer is lying or exaggerating.

Giving Crowley what he "wants" in order to make him bored or unsatisfied or whatever Lucifer seems to be playing with seems to go back to a much less interesting version of Crowley than the one who seemed to have a lot more fun torturing Lucifer in 12x15 with a genuinely clever way to BREAK him but oh well

the "you win" obviously is really fake and Lucifer attempting to manipuate Crowley while under his control and ugh Crowley does it so much better. He broke Kevin in like 3 lines of dialogue

Ooh Mary

She has a bigass gun - ha, as I was typing that she added another attachment and made it bigger

I suppose that's not a metaphor about their relationship - "I've learned not to argue"

"Major in murder, minor in mayhem?" okay we've switched to whichever of Buckner and Ross-Leming is the quippy one :P I like these lines, to be clear. Mary is fun. Mary and Ketch fascinates me, if you didn't notice me writing a 6k fic where they were married in the aftermath of the world without monsters :P

Oh my god is she actually going to talk about her life with Ketch? I was hoping nearer the start of the season she'd open up to Cas but obviously that would be too positive for the both of them. And now it's part of Ketch seducing her, so I'm gonna cut off that thought right here, since it would have been for sweet family reasons with Cas but sooo not where it's going here :P

She's wearing the same shirt with the XOXOX pattern from 12x02 and we can see the chain with the ring on but it's not really obvious the ring is there

Oh NOW we can see the ring, after the "Mrs Winchester, I believe you're drawn to danger" line and the camera changes to a wider shot and you can see the ring finally, like, they parted her plaid a little.

I kind of want to be more emo about Mary talking about her life, and I am in other contexts but this episode has exhausted me, so her laughing sadly about her quiet normal life not happening was kind of a non-moment to me >.> I suppose she's sort of coming through to a state of acceptance if you apply the stages of grief, but she's still dealing with it all wrong by not talking to her family - even Cas - but bonding with the worst possible character to bond with this season. I mean, c'mon, if she'd started hanging out with Crowley he'd have got weirdly attached in a non-creepy way and kind of hate himself for giving her honest girl talk advice :P

Mick can't seem to move without ominous music following him

Pfft there's another, worse Brit here now who is the Poshest and even drinking tea while he comes to chat with Mick. Mick being all rough and stubble-y and pointing a gun at him is immediately looking like a more relatable character in terms of what we're asked to relate to with hunters and all - he's picking up their mannerisms

The posh boy talks about another set of hands - NOT a Cas parallel or at least the worst freakin Cas parallel ever. I think in a way, if that line does mean anything, then the parallels to Heaven here, have Mick as the Cas here, and posh boy as the Establishment Cas is up against.

Oooh the blood is on the floor there next to Mick, but last episode Dean was standing directly on top of it so I missed that detail. Now it's just casually in the frame with Mick, reminding us and I guess therefore telling us what's on his mind. And, you know, showing us Mick framed with what was a huge pool of blood.

Okay I guess the guy who just murdered the doctor is a demon despite no eyes flashing because he didn't use an angel blade and an angel might have been a bit more, sorry have to murder you hope you understand - no idea why he did that unless Dagon's commanding some demons to clear up Kelly's mess, knowing her little mind control thingy might not be permanent. Or Crowley also is looking for the nephilim on the side to pointlessly torturing Lucifer.

I mean without the eyes he could have just been a really proactive hunter or BMoL

Oh gosh no Dean's on the phone to Cas, listening to his terrible voicemail. Help.

OH NO EILEEN'S HERE AND SHE'S SITTING IN THE 'COME AND GET ME' POSE

Sam you need to take her on that table right now

Dean will clear the heck out, he understands and thinks you're cute together

I literally did not listen to a thing they said while screeching about that *rewinds for plot*

Also just the whole Cas n Dean thing on one side and Sam n Eileen in the other room

OH gosh they saved the demon reveal for Eileen having a badass fucking showdown with him both showing their cards with him doing the eyes, and her pulling out an ANGEL BLADE

I know they're a lot cheaper in the current economy but I have to think Sam gave it to her from their spares pile, because of the Asa Fox thing on the one hand, that they ARE rare for hunters to best and angel in any way but also just this way it's sweet

but oh boy the Cas/Dean Sam/Eileen stuff that happens when you show her pulling an angel blade

Ah, the demon did work for Dagon

(Which means Crowley is flagging in this race, if he's even in it >.>)

But anyway Dean third-wheeling Sam and Eileen is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Sam is awkward and smiling! Eileen is gorgeous and smiling! Dean likes Eileen a lot with respect as a hunter (thinks it's cool she stabbed a demon in the heart) but is totally cut out of the final moment where Sam and Eileen clink beer bottles, I mean, he just *vanishes*

and then I realise - this is how Sam feels all the time when he's stuck in a scene with Dean and Cas :P

What is Crowley even doing

I suppose this scene is very blatantly illustrating how 2 stories can happen at once - Crowley thinks he's showing ultimate dominance, and Lucifer is subverting it by using the words Crowley wants to hear for his own ends, with actual wink wink nod nod to how he's the one saying how it will be. The demons are confused and hesitant about what they're clapping for... Not entirely sure which power is ruling them and how it's going to turn out for them - who do you support in this race? Crowley is the surface text, presenting what he thinks is obvious from the visuals. But Lucifer is the subtext, with his back turned to Crowley he's free to convey what ever else he wants, even to the point of painting the exact opposite story to what's going on

discord between surface and subtext.

Kelly seems to be genuinely trying to be totally normal about her pregnancy... is this denial?

Literally did not recognise Sam's voice... I knew it had to be SOMEONE putting on a voice but what the heck Sam can ACT?

I mean I'm not complaining I love it but AAAH

Also me whenever Sam and Eileen are on screen together: hands over my mouth, eyes all big and anime shiny, faint squealing whistle escaping from between my fingers

Aw Mick no don't ruin this party

Eileen: "no one cares" *continues making heart eyes at her* *sam sends heart eyes at her*

Oh god we're all in love with Eileen, this is not going to end well, because I can't fight Sam for her. I am smol and he will kill me.

Anyway more class struggle between the BMoL and hunters... they have files on them but think they have no training, despite the fact they survived. I mean, Eileen has made it as a deaf hunter. Can they not appreciate how fucking badass she must be? :P Learning on the job with live monsters means any hunter who makes it so far has not been killed by literally every “class” or “test” they ever had.

Blah blah Sam gets handed the colt while standing in the shadow of a bridge blah blah 1x21 parallels. In 1x21 they did not get the shot they wanted. Although Dean was handed the Colt by John (who Mick is now standing in for) and gave it to Sam before he didn't make the shot. I wonder if Sam will give the gun to someone else.

(For no reason other than that she's here, I'd love to see Eileen do it, although of course it would take away some narrative impact from a major character parallel. But I love her so)

Well that was an easy kidnap

Kelly really is not coming out of this well. I'm going to blame as much as I can on baby brain. She's such a pawn in this narrative and it sucks on a grand scale.

*nyoom*

Is Dean just taking her straight to the others for them to maybe shoot her? I mean, what is the actual plan here

*Dean continues missing Cas out loud* *doesn't care about this other guy who showed up instead*

Anyway a whole bunch of blokes are here to talk to Kelly about it, though she's now too hugely preggers for take-backsies

Sam wants to help, Mick has the unsympathetic POV that the baby won't even love Kelly because it's a monster, Kelly actually gets to say out loud that she was used and is upset about the Lucifer thing (woah, a whole line of dialogue about it :P) and that she loves her baby anyway.

Blonde posh twat just wants to kill her immediately, which causes Dean to go into human shield mode to Kelly

Eileen's just like, not everyone is looking directly at me, what is going on

*individual reaction shots for literally everyone being thrown around*

*everyone shoots Dagon pointlessly*

elizabethrobertajones has anyone talked about how Kelly looked when Dagon came to get her

mittensmorgul Not that I've seen... How did she look?

elizabethrobertajones she has such muted reactions to everything but in this case Dagon walks right up to her and Kelly says nothing but is leaning away reluctantly and then Dagon grabs her hand and pulls her and the shot of her being led off screen is like this defeated school kid who was caught going truant

mittensmorgul She knows she's still being used...

elizabethrobertajones yeah NOW I feel sorry for her because she seems defeated and used and broken

mittensmorgul yeah.

elizabethrobertajones it's just sucky they didn't write her well enough before to build any of that up or like... actually make her look genuinely depressed and unwell

mittensmorgul yep they just made her seem like a flake

elizabethrobertajones that one little defeated kid being taken home moment where Dagon grabs her hand says EVERYTHING but they had like FOUR SCENES together already and I didn't see this!!

YES Eileen has the Colt!!!! GO GO EILEEN

I guess she shoots british blonde dickhead instead because he was gonna shoot Kelly or something

Colt slow mo! It really does slow down the flow of time every time it's shot.

Aw, crap, she shot the blonde loser instead but because Dagon did, well, the 1x21 thing, and we got to see how a Colt kills a human (which I ALWAYS wondered, because it can't just make you sort of die normally from gunshot wounds - you have to, you know, DIE of a kill anything gun wound, so messy, quick and awful :P)

Anyway Eileen NOOOO you look so horrified :( I was just saying to Mittens her Cas mirroring piles on and I can't even think what this is, just that she now feels like shit for things which aren't her fault but she has this death on her conscience, and it didn't even happen in defence of anyone, it was just he stood in the way like an idiot and Dagon didn't feel like getting shot today and knew exactly what was happening because Eileen hesitated just long enough to let her disappear.

... Does Dean actually know the Colt is in play because UGH we were robbed of that reveal

MICK NO

EILEEN IS PRECIOUS AND THIS IS DEFINITELY CROSSING A LINE. YOU LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE

I guess the Code IS brainwashing, and this is again a Cas parallel - this would be a crypt scene kind of moment for him except that the cute love story is between Sam and Eileen, and Mick's interloping on that with the brainwashedness and the whole... already killed his puppy because the Headmistress said so flashbacks, so what is random old hunter Eileen to do with anything, but even someone he openly disliked as much as whatsisface was a BMoL and should be defended

honestly he should remember Eileen's being defended by 2 legacies and she herself is a legacy and I think if I remember correctly was raised by a hunter with connections to the Irish chapter?

We're crossing over into the final 10 minutes of a Buckleming episode here

Sam argues for free will, which is a bit of a turn around when Dean's right there (not that Sam isn't about free will - they ARE Team Free Will after all, but Dean tends to lead the way on this while Sam has a much more interesting relationship with it for other reasons), but hey, it's a Buckleming episode - themes can bounce around pretty wildly and get connected to anyone. :P Sam's been all in the centre of attention and having a lot of big dramatic moments lately. Plus, crypt scene parallel and all, he had to talk the brainwashed person out of killing the one he loves so that at least the romance angle is in there somewhere. It's like, one step removed from the original, but allows Sam to interject himself into the scene, without getting tangled up in crypt scene stuff himself (don't think he's ever really done more than a few cursory I know you're in there moments, back and forth with being the one in there or the one saying it, which were MotW little things and not part of the big narrative, just the supporting mirrors :P).

Of course also parallels the subverted crypt scene, by the crypt scene obsessed director in 12x10, where again Ishim was used as an intermediary to break the back and forth-ing of the crypt scene repeats between Dean and Cas, and didn't need a I know you're in there, but again boiled it down simply to protecting a loved one in a particular framing playing off previous iterations (10x22, which was much more in the formula) - Sam gets this parallel where he can fight for his loved one without it being all twisted up and weird in possession that THEY have to deal with, just the attacker. So it looks nothing like the actual crypt scene, guy in a long tan coat and scruff trying to kill a loved one because brainwashing aside, but is still part of the organic growth of the way this subtext has gone.

Aaand Mary took off the ring. Do not want John to see this.

Ketch like, wow, I thought I'd just end up killing you.

Charming.

Flash some more of your excellent calves at her to make her forget you said that.

(I am personally offended by his calves as I made Mary practically gag over him having pallid calves in said fic where they were married. Dammit DHJ can you stop being amazing because I need to hate every aspect of your character down to his calves and you're like, hi, I'm going to sit in this ridiculous pose now so you can see my calves are indeed the same colour as all the rest of me and not the garish calves of the man who wears a suit all year until you drag him to the beach)

Anyway Ketch is like blah blah thanks for giving up your family and throwing yourself into hunting and my bed with no strings attached, isn't this grand, and Mary's like, uh, I like my family and I want to have it all, hunting and family, and Ketch is like wow I just started to like you and now I really have to kill you and oh dear.

Oh dearie dearie me.

Imminent attempt on her life by Ketch aside, I think Mary has a bit of a misunderstanding about hunting and family - 12x03 was them trying to show her how their life actually was, but she was too messed up to appreciate it and actually needed the space. But it was trying desperately to build a life where Mom comes along on hunts and that's cool because we hunt and Mom hunts and she's here, so... uh, this is what we do now.

But instead Mary split off from them entirely - 12x06 showed she hunted in secret away from her family in the past, and kept the two completely partitioned - I think something Sam also has issues with although he had been more open to the idea of marrying someone in the life, said in a Robbie episode before the Robbie episode where Eileen showed up and uh hey guess who's here right now... Uh, slightly sidetracked (slightly hit by a massive shipping container that is Sam and Eileen)... But yeah, Mary needs to reconcile that she has a hunting family, that that isn't a bad thing, and the two things can coexist perfectly normally. They don't NEED her to get rid of all the monsters and in a way she's talking to Ketch about two life choices, to hunt and have a family, ignoring the detail that she and Ketch are on an extermination run against all monsters, so eventually there won't BE hunting to define herself by so she won't be able to have it all because one part will be over... and of course, the more she goes on like this, the more precarious it seems for the other part too. Dean's worrying about not hearing from Mary although he's making a bigger fuss about not hearing from Cas. And their arcs are paralleled, though to obviously different ends that Cas is romantically estranged from Dean and Mary's estranged from being his mom.

Blah blah Lucifer, he's shirtless, exposition is still happening, Crowley's found himself a hacker to crack the spells on him. he just made it out of this scene but I suppose next Buckleming episode he's queued for untimely death of a black guy.

Him leaving and the sounds of the Bunker door overlap nicely.

Eileen <3

(She hasn't done anything yet, she just looks sad)

Sam and Dean agree with me. Dean says nice things, and then Sam gently touches her shoulder (I am officially, like, noped out of these DeanCas parallels I just can't) and turns her around and signs to her and and he's touchign her hairrrrr and aannanodsigrdoh epjddpawhtiwoeugipeow[pe[wkgo[rdf

I'm all overcome with emotions about Sam touching her hair all gently and her weeping into his chest and I can't deal with Kelly and Dagon scenes immediately after. Now Kelly really is the scolded child who tried to run away, and Dagon is showing Kelly FINALLY that she only cares about the baby in no uncertain terms (it seemed fairly obvious in their first scene but I guess it just wasn't obvious enough to Kelly, who has the worst case of baby brain ever, which I always thought was a thing where you put the kettle back in the fridge after you made tea or something, not trusting a Prince of Hell with your unborn nephilim baby and your own life)

okay now Kelly has a nearly appropriate horror level to what's going on with her baby

Oh noes Headmistress has shown up

More schoolboys getting scolded

Everyone is children

But Mick is our inside guy at least. He actually wants to argue against it because he passed a crypt scene test. I still don't know if he's gonna survive but I mean, at least he had this? Sometimes cool characters get an entire backstory right before they get murdered and I can honestly see this ending with Ketch being in the room because he's about to slice Mick's throat, probably with the same dagger he once killed his BFF with back in Kendricks because why not :P

Which means Mick softening up only serves a metaphorical purpose unless he left some inside way for the Winchesters, like idk his bottle of tomato juice and recipe for a Bloody Mary turns out to be the code or something

WHO KNOWS

Well me if I ever finished the episode

She asks if the hunters obey him, but Mick obeyed them >.>

Mick's chest hair is trying to get out of the room before him...

Dang, sir. I was gonna joke about it during last episode when he was hanging out in the back of the car, but I didn't feel like it was worth mentioning and i now regret that comment not happening completely; it's definitely actually heightening the tension here, with his half-open shirt.

Nooooo they can't kill Eileen... Why is she on their shitlist? I mean I know why but this is so unfair

MICK IS REBELLING

he is so gonna die because he's doing the Naomi Gadreel Metatron redemption moment

especially because they're all symbolic useless deaths; I think Gadreel was the only one who even made any sort of real difference

RIP Mick

Your scruff will be missed

Dean you can not sigh like that about Cas, with the big soulful heaving of shoulders and audibly wet breath and all I mean

someone might think you were in love with him or something, the way you're carrying on

Incidentally I thought there was something fishy about it and Mittens confirmed to me it's literally 2 days later and Sam and Dean appear not to have seen each other since shit went down, but Sam was the last person to talk to Eileen and know what she's doing, so I'm guessing Sam and Eileen spent 2 days in Sam's room rearranging the furniture.

I am beyond proud of my boy.

HEY Dean gets the Colt. I mean it's almost enough to fill the gap between Sam x Eileen and Dean x Colt and forget Destiel :P

It parallels him and Ketch again (he also had sweet talky words to the Colt, which mirrored back to Dean getting her in 6x18), so I'm starting to feel like he kills Ketch with it? Like, symbolically needing to use it on a human person instead of the monster big bad or something? I know Eileen already accidentally killed a dude with it, but I mean, Dean and Ketch seem to have a reckoning coming, whether Dean knows Ketch and Mary hooked up or not (although, narratively, ends up heaping on weirdass subtext whether he knows or not >.> Dean vs the step father kind of thing)... this would be sort of neat.

Poor Mick just laying there.

Oh I typed that thing about Dean and Ketch before the Headmistress threw down the files for the Winchesters with Dean's on top, so, yeah. That's their reckoning a'coming.

It's 1am and I really have not conclusive thoughts about this except that I am delighted Sam and Eileen hooked up and she fled the country instead of sticking around making me nervous about her getting the hit on her, and Sam did a bad Irish accent earlier because he's like, goofily in love with her, so I guess he might just like, randomly fly to Ireland in the season finale to help her and they get married while they're out there and -

Oh and also whenever Cas comes back Dean narratively has full permission to take him back to his room and not let him out for an entire two days.

#12x17 #season 12 spoilers #I loved a lot of this but #buckleming appropriate wank for ts #for all the bits that were like... hey pacing and characterisation are words in the dictionary #my stuff #rape mention cw #poor old Kelly >.>

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ah no its okay! its just the achievement system being weird! You get the achievement for gathering evidence A right after gathering it, but only get the achievement for evidence B during the actual ending for some reason. Phewwww okay! But man its getting a bit annoying replaying the final scene trying to figure out the precise order to possess everyone to get certain endings. Its annoying cos there’s a long cutscene before it, and even though this game has a super fast skip feature you have to keep hitting the button for like a minute each time. Wish it could have at least been something you hold down instead :P oww my wrist ehh I guess I’ll pause here and wait a bit before going for the true ending. I’m gonna look up a guide cos its so frustrating having all the evidence and not knowing the right order to do it in, gahhh! And there’s so many trip ups where itll send you immediately into one of the bad endings, and then if you present too many pieces of evidence you get a bad ending and GAHHHH! How can I leave out half of these evidences and find other ones that say the same thing in less words?? Also it seems I might have to completely replay the final chapter cos the requirement for the golden-failure ending is to get everything for the golden ending except one thing. Its the only ending that cant be gotten after you get all the evidence, you can get all the other bad ones by messing up this final minigame :P gahhhhhh :P

Anyway RAMBLING ABOUT THE BAD ENDINGS SO FAR AND HOW GREAT THEY ARE (by which I mean DEPRESSING):

* Oh godddddd It wasnt ferdinand was it?? I mean if you get that ending then everyone acts as if it was him, but it didnt seem very believeable?? The ending is so quick and weird. Its definately a bad ending. You get it from presenting just one piece of evidence during the final minigame, and then ferdinand never confesses and honestly his alternate suggestion makes a fuckin lotta sense! When Donavan shoots him he confesses that he’s actually a conman that snuck onto the ship with false papers to steal stuff, but then Donavan is like ‘NO. YOU ARE THE KILLER.’ and shoots him dead anyway. And everyone is just like.. ‘umm.. i guess... he was the killer...?’ and it just ends! I really dont think he was the killer, I think he was just a petty criminal instead. or if he WAS the killer, we didnt really prove it here, we didnt find the real truth. That was just executing a scapegoat because we didnt solve the mystery. Tho it would be incredibly ironic if we get the true ending and it turns out he WAS a serial killer! option to actually deduce it was him, option to not deduce anything and just accidentally shoot the right man XD Either way he is a creepy fuck and clearly evil even if he didnt kill anyone. Thats why I can believe that he was a misdirect and he’s just a different criminal who wasnt involved with the main plot. I was suspicious of him for AGES and I was so convinced he was the killer but now I’m really heckin not!

* The ultimate bad ending where you don’t pin anyone as the killer is just so depressing and messed up! Donavan turns into a monster himself in his pursuit of the killer, he’s got his guts hanging out and he knows someone in the room has to be the culprit but he doesnt have time. So he tries to kill EVERYONE just in case! Wow you lost every single one of those badass points you had when I first got to play as you, dude. I was actually happy you didnt die! Now I’m frickin glad to see you shoot yourself after shooting all my friends, you fuck! ‘Hey I avenged one person’s death by killing nine other innocent people but lol I got the criminal’. Godddd, I can see how he got to this point but man its impossible to be sympathetic even if its not like he’s evil. Jeeesus... And if anything its WORSE that he dies before he can finish off every single main character! Paulo survives in this one, along with Xu who feels like she deserved to die. And Paulo is so traumatized by everything that he becomes severely mentally ill and is only capable of repeating words people say at him, he doesnt even recognise anyone anymore and we dont even get to know if he gets treatment or if he could ever recover. We just see everyone huddled together on a lifeboat trying to make him wake up and crying that they deserved to die too... gahhh... WHY PAULO WHY Man, at least its better than how he doesnt even get a single line of dialogue in the other two bad endings, that was weird. I hope he gets an epilogue in the true ending at least! I cared about him the most! Oh and it really fuckin hurt how Quella and Darryl were murdered in reverse order, dear jesus. Darryl was fine with dying, but then Quella jumped in front of him to protect him and all it accomplished was that darryl actually cried for his own death before he got mowed down too. And their bodies were left holding each other! GAHHHHH And its even worse cos the dialogue kinda upgrades their friendship to some cute romantic tension in the bad endings where they survive, that just makes me love them more and then AAAAAA

* Oh and the third bad ending is really sneaky cos it seems like a true ending?? You discover who was behind the human trafficking and he gets a cathartic punishment and really the only clue it isnt the true ending is how ferdinand seems suspicious and it all wraps up a bit too quickly and all. I’m left wondering what on earth could be the extra thing in the true ending, like do we find out someone entirely else was involved in this, or do we get more of a proper reveal of how ferdinand was the serial killer and he gets actual karma instead of just being killed before anyone is even sure he really did it... BUT ANYWAY THIS BAD END THIS CULPRIT NOOOOOOOOOO God, I knew Ferdinand was probably the culprit but even with all the clues together I didnt realise the human trafficking was even happening, let alone who did it! IT WAS GRANDPA IT WAS GRANDPA ALL ALOOOOONG NOOOO I mean.. at least it wasnt the grandpa I liked best. Darryl is totally innocent. But it was the more clearly a grandpa dude, the one you cant even debate is actually fifty. WHY GRANDPA WHY Gah, at least now I have an excuse why for once I didnt like a grandpa character. He always did seem like a bit of a suspicious asshole, even if I also believed a lot of what he said and never thought he’d be THAT evil! like.. god. Even if his sympathetic backstory is true he just fuckin destroyed it by reacting this way to it. Hell, i dont even trust its true though, i feel like it likely his wife divorced him for very good reasons after seeing what his personality really is in this ending. His kids are fuckin lucky theyre never gonna see him again! GAHHHHH The cute grandpa who loves cats and GAHHHH he was drugging and transporting kidnapped tennage girls to be sold into sex slavery. And he justified it by saying ‘oh humans are all animals, my wife was like an animal to me, blablabla its just our base desire to be evil motherfuckers’. And even right to the end he didnt understand why we were all disgusted at him, he was like ‘okay you can stop lying now, you dont REALLY care about these random nameless victims, you just wanna get a cut of the profits! I can make you all fuckin’ rich, we can smooth this all over, right?’ its so fuckin sick cos he was faking concern throughout the whole damn minigame so clearly he DOES understand that some people are good, right? He has to understand what morality is, he’s just excusing himself by pretending all of humanity is inherantly the same as him! GOD it was satisfying to see him shot in the head mid sentence Tho still i wish for an ending where the culprits can go to prison and suffer forever for what they did, and nobody else has to die. Also i want some conclusion for Paulo And a proper goodbye scene for the protagonist instead of them just dissappearing after the last minigame with no fanfare at all :P

* Also wtf was up with the mystery ghost in the bathroom, then? They just ask you random personality quiz type questions once per chapter of the game, and get no conclusion or reveal of who they are. Did they just stay haunting the bathroom forever, unable to solve their own murder like the protagonist did? Thats depressing. I mean i could understand their lack of conclusion if they were just meant to be a tutorial character or something, but paulo does all that! And why do they say all those questions if your choices dont matter...??

#bunni plays wamidas

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