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intynidad · 11 months

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Yandere otome au

TW: yandere tendencies, kinda suggestive in some part, talking about death and violence (not towards reader)

(All characters are 18+)

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Part 2!

You wouldn't call yourself an otaku, although you enjoyed games and anime, you weren't like those hardcore fans... that was until you got your hands on a copy of "By Love for Love: The Game."

This game was just your cup of tea, and you might or might not have become obsessed with it.

The game consisted of the heroine trying to win the heart of one or more suitors before her rival. It sounds cliché, but the twist of the game was that the heroine had to manipulate the chosen love interest to get rid of her rival, so they could take revenge or something like that. You honestly stopped paying attention to the plot halfway through because you were more interested in talking to the cute boys and girls!.

You were playing when you fell asleep at your computer.

You woke up to the feeling of soft silk and the scent of vanilla, and wait, what?

Your sheets were definitely not made out of silk, and your room smelled like cup noodles, not vanilla!

You woke up in a flash and looked at yourself in the mirror.

Y/N L/N, heir of the L/N company, and the rival of the heroine.

Oh for fuck’s sake…

Okay, okay, don't panic. Yes, apparently, you have been transported into the game "By Love For Love," but not as the heroine, but as the rival!

That was very bad news. You tried to remember some of the plot as to why the heroine wants you dead, but your mind just wouldn't work right now.

You knew you were the competition for the heroine, and you would surely lose if you chose to actually fight against her for the love of any of the love interests. So, you came up with a plan.

You would try to maintain friendly terms with all the love interests and choose a route that the heroine wouldn't take. This way, the tension between the two of you wouldn't spark.

But nothing could be as easy as it seemed, right?

The childhood friend

He was your favorite among all the potential love interests. He was sweet, caring, and a true sweetheart to be around.

He was absolutely delighted when you showed an interest in spending more time with him and started paying attention when he talked about his day.(what are this feeling?)

Initially, he stuck around because your parents were friends, and you had known each other since you were both in diapers. But now, it seemed like there was something more between you.

Your sudden change in attitude and the way you became so sweet and caring towards him caught him off guard. He couldn't fathom how he hadn't noticed your true nature until now.

He firmly believed that your destinies were intertwined, as if they were star-crossed. In his eyes, you belonged together because you had been together since childhood.

("Hey, we're going to stick together until the end, right?")

("You wouldn't leave me, would you?")

The older family friend:

He was a business partner of one of your parents, despite being just a couple of years older than you.

The older family friend that you were terrified off because beneath his charming facade lay an extremely sadistic nature.

You vividly remember how he ruthlessly disposed of the rival when the heroine chose his route, which made you extremely wary of him.

The older family friend that failed to comprehend that whenever you two met, you dared not make eye contact with him. Your fear and unease were palpable.

the older family friend that began to see you as a small, cute bunny in need of protection. "Aren't you the cutest!" he would remark, as if finding amusement in your vulnerability.

The Older family friend that almost broke the hand of one of his coworkers that insinuated that he would ask you on a date

The older family friend that starts to fantasize about taking you to his place and adorning your body in strong silk ribbons so you wouldn’t be able to escape his love (even tho something thinking of you pleading for help was something that made him all giddy)

The older family friend that slowly sharpens his pencil and fantasies about stabbing it on the eye of any bastard that dares to look at you

The heroine

The heroine, initially, despised you with a fiery intensity.

She couldn't fathom how you had the audacity to show up with your attractive appearance, seemingly disrupting her path to finding the love(s) of her life.

Every time you smiled at her with genuine kindness and inquired about her day, it only fueled her anger further.

Her resentment grew to the point where she started to keep an eye on you, not out of genuine interest but rather hoping to uncover some sort of compromising information that she could potentially use against you.

After some time -totally not stalking you- she ended up craving even more about you

She just needed to know everything about you!

The heroine that starts to use her influence and pretty face to spread rumors of HER love interest,hoping that it might reach your ears and you back down and go running into HER arms

The loner

They were honestly the one you knew the least about. Despite encountering this love interest in the game, you found yourself drawn more to the other characters and their storylines. Their appearance, personality, or initial interactions simply didn't capture your attention or ignite that spark of curiosity within you.

Didnt you know he was a huge masochist and the fact that you ignore him just make you want you more!

Oh how they wish you could look at them with disdain and call them a freak and told them how you despise them and-gosh they are drooling aren’t they

They are just a Pathetic little person that is begging for you to step on their throat and push until it cracks

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welcometosasakiworld · 9 months

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To be Human a Third Time

"See you tomorrow for a movie marathon?" A girl with black hair and purple eyes asks. She was wearing a black tank top with purple markings, a black skirt with green accents, and under it, there were purple leggings and using a pair of black combat boots.

"Sure thing Sam!" A boy with black hair and ice-blue eyes responds. The teen wore a white hoodie with black details, ripped black jeans, and dark blue converses.

"Bye then, Danny!"

Walking inside his home, he noticed one thing.

The house was dark and quiet...

Too quiet.

Danny didn't have time to turn around before his head hit the floor, and everything went black.

Danny woke up to the sounds of his parents' muffled desperate cries, seeing his parents tied into chairs while he was on the ground with his hands tied, close to something that felt wrong.

Extremely wrong...

Looking behind him, he found what was messing with his ghost senses.

A Lazarus Pit...

But this one felt wrong... corrupted... or tainted.

This particular pit was reduced to something lesser than a blob ghost.

Danny still remembers his lessons with clockwork. The master of time told him how Pariah Dark had, in his reign, created sentient pools of ectoplasm to better feed the habitants of the Infinite Realms, and while those pits still did their jobs to feed ghosts, they weren't used like in the past.

But something must have happened when they lost control of those pits, and CW could not see what happened but knew a human interfered with them and now had control of the Lazarus Pit.

He needed to get away!

Whatever happened to the ectoplasm, he knew it was...

Danny had to stop to dwell on his thoughts when a man came out of the shadows of the dark room, which only the ectoplasm to light the room, giving it an eery vibe.

"I will offer one more time, help me with my... project, and I will not introduce your son to my ranks..." The mysterious man said to his parents, who were looking in fear at the man while trying to look brave.

Danny's parents started to scream, desperation very clear in their voices. The teen couldn't clearly hear what they were saying but knew the man wanted something if he kidnapped his parents and used Danny as a bargain.

The man seemed to have lost his patience as he grabbed Danny by the neck and dumped him in the pit.

The moment he touched the tainted ectoplasm, he felt immense pain he never imagined was possible. The tainted ectoplasm was invading his core, messing with his body and ghost-half.

He could faintly hear his parents scream before he blacked out.

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He didn't have a name.

As master told him so.

He was a weapon, a tool to his master.

He killed, sabotaged, pleased his master, and was everything his master needed him to be.

So... why did the other weapon insist he was a human being with rights?

It began when Onryo had to nurse someone back to health, and the new weapon thought it was human and wanted to go after his murderer and old owner.

All for revenge.

Onryo did not understand, especially when Red Hood called him Danny or Phantom.

It made no sense, but there was something about the name Phantom that reached something inside of him. It made him warm... complete.

Like... he should remember, know why the name was his.

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They were running from the league.

Well... not exactly them, but Red Hood decided to kidnap Onryo and take it with him.

Now they were on the run.

They had reached Gotham some weeks ago, and now Red Hood, who insisted Onryo call him Jason, was hunting down the Joker while Onryo was ordered to find a school and blend with the population.

It didn't make sense.

Jason gave him some identification papers so he could apply to university. They said he was Danyal Phantom, a student who finished high school with high scores and aspiring to become an astronaut and work at NASA.

Should I continue this on ao3?

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny fenton #sasaki ficlets #sasaki prompts

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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

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A DC X DP IDEA #8 A Pair

Imagine dis…

It is always Damian having a secret twin, a presumed dead twin, or even a lost twin. But what about Tim Drake having a twin?

Tim Drake always asked himself why would his parents willingly avoid and neglect him by taking trips around the globe and being left alone frequently. When Jack Drake woke up briefly from his coma, Tim asked the man who would have been his father why would they neglect him, is it he is a mistake? Or it is something else.

Jack Drake looked at the painful eyes of his son and knowing that he doesn’t have much time, told him the truth.

The Drake family used to be between being rich and being in the middle class in Gotham. Both he and Janet were excited about the baby seeing that they were told that it would be twins. They got married early and when they went to the doctor to ask some questions about their planned pregnancy the doctor quickly shut down the idea as Janet’s tests revealed that she has severe infertility issues that make her chances of having kids near to zero. But that didn’t stop the two, after years of trying for a child, their prayers and efforts were answered a much more surprising is that they were having twins. They were excited about being careful and protective of them just when they were inside Janet’s womb, then the day of their birth came. They were happy and content as well feeling relief that both babies and mother survived the labor, two healthy boys greeted them loud and healthy. What they didn’t know there was someone lurking and waiting from the shadows. A longtime rival of the couple heard about their struggles in bearing children as well as the new addition, and as an act of revenge, he hired someone to take their child. What he didn’t know was that Ms. Drake gave birth to twins not a single child so when the hired kidnapper saw the last name of his target in the nursery, he didn’t even bother to look at the neighboring crib that contains the other child. Quickly snatching up the child and smuggling the newborn out of the hospital to be abandoned later in the middle somewhere in between the wildlife around him, to be left to die due to starvation or by wild animals.

Both of the new parents were devastated at the loss of their youngest, they tracked and put the man behind bars of the one who was responsible but when the Gotham police tried to interrogate him on what he had done to the newborn he just laughed manically and answered no question. They can’t even track down the supposed hired kidnapper. Seeing that they cannot stay any longer as they have another child to take care of. In the early years of Tim’s life, he was loved and cared for but the moment he started growing to an age where he can remember things both parents acted cold. As to one maybe if those around them saw how they acted maybe they would not even think or do a thing into harming him seeing that the company is growing by the time more rivals and enemies that might befall them but the fact that their remaining son will be safe they will do anything. Everyone in Gotham is corrupt in some way and they could not trust any hired security for him as rogues are running rampant and might not be enough for Tim.

It might be an F-ed up way, Jack confessed. But at the time they could not think straight as they didn’t have time to mourn for their other child and the fact that the remaining child they have was in constant danger just by having a growing company’s name as his last name.

Tim was shocked, he had prepared himself for any hurtful words to be thrown at him but the fact that he has a brother that was snatched away just hours after they were born was.

As Tim continue his silence Jack looked around at the hospital room he was in and immediately located his clothes and belonging that was folded up neatly in a corner, Jack forced himself to walk towards the pile of belongings to look for something.

Tim tried to help Jack but he turned around holding a tin that was meant to hold cigars, a tin that Tim noticed that his father Jack always carried with him. Jack opened the tin and inside lays a single picture of the twins. In the picture, both parents who are both tired and exhausted look at the camera with warm smiles that Tim barely remembers, are holding a single child each around their arms, with only blankets of ocean blue and sky blue separating the two babies. Tim remembered the ocean blue blanket tucked safely in the Drake mansion’s attic.

….

It has been a few years since Timothy Drake learned about his twin, He began keeping an eye out, from one state to another country for any sign or lead to his twin for him to have a proper burial.

No one in the Bat-family knew his conversation with Jack that day nor that he now has the tin that contains the single photo of the Drake family all in all looking happy. At first, he just made an initial background of the investigation that had taken place but seeing the happy faces of the Wayne family made him envious of the bond they have including Damian.

Now that learning of his supposed twin, he kept looking at his reflection. Would his supposed twin have the same interest as him? If he was here would they be polar opposites? Would they have clashing personalities or would they get along? These are the questions that kept swimming in his head ever since he noticed the Waynes.

Don’t get him wrong he was grateful to Bruce, as he made Tim realize his parents Jack and Janet are supposed to neglect him, looking at the present he just transferred from one form of neglect to another.

What he had done in his past life he may never know as all he ever wanted in life is to be loved and appreciated. To be acknowledged through his hard work, not chalking it up to him being a genius, it seems they have forgotten that hard work has always beaten a genius.

He may now have a family but Tim doesn’t know if they are better or worse than where he was before.

An instance Jason had tried to kill him multiple times not once he received an apology. He gets it. Being replaced by the man you once call father is painful but he tried multiple times to explain that he literally blackmailed Bruce for him to be Robin as Batman is getting more violent each passing day after his death and sooner or later he would have killed someone, and that is something Bruce would carry around like a boulder due to his guilt. He admired Robin; he was under the impression that he could never live the expectations of being Robin. He was just merely filling up the space when Batman found an official Robin. He could never replace Jason, at least Jason was picked and wanted by Bruce while Batman has no choice when it comes to Tim.

Dick tried to treat him like brothers would, but Tim always saw through his façade, Tim saw how Dick kept him at arm’s length. He gets it he was replacing his brother whom he knew and grow up with, but the fact he kept getting hurt by the fact, he lies to himself every night.

The way he gathers information they all assumed that to his insomnia, as well the way they come to him not to say hello or a hi but they needed something from him that needed his area of expertise.

Just like his biological father and mother who has the F-cked up way to cope and mourn their loss, it seems he has also inherited that particular bad habit to cope. Knowing that they go to him if they need information he began researching and investigating each crime, each suspicion as well as each piece of information, so that they go to him, just HIM for help.

If it weren’t for Alfred, he would have succumbed to hunger due to his research.

When Damian entered his life, he was more than happy to have a brother to care for.

Much to his horror, his new brother despise his very being and tried to kill him multiple times.

When Bruce was lost in the time stream nobody in their family knew how to manage a multi-billionaire company aside from Alfred, but due to his age as well he was left with no choice.

Dick was left to fill in the shoes of Batman and offered Damian as Robin.

Which hurt.

He has grown to his role as Robin, he created his own legacy on the title.

Dick started to be a partner to Batman as well creating a legacy. Known for his acrobatics as well as being the first one.

Jason became the second Robin, a Robin who was known for his recklessness, strength, and brashness.

Tim earned the acknowledgment of Ra Al Ghul aka the Demon’s Head, who is the greatest detective second to none other than Batman himself. Who had been trained by Lady Shiva herself? Who mastered a variety of weapons to a certain degree as well as being able to use them to their full potential?

The role of Robin was ripped away from him without a second thought from Dick.

Still, he made it through, creating another vigilante persona as well as managing the company so that they have a continuous supply of funds.

When he managed to get evidence that their father figure lived, he was ignored and forgotten. When he only, managed to save Bruce from the Time stream, not a single Thank you had come out of their mouths nor did an apology for ignoring him.

He continued this lifestyle, the continuous attempt of his life at those he likes to see as brothers to his life. Every time he defended himself, HE was the one scolded by either Bruce or Dick, they kept telling him to be the bigger man to be better. The amount of verbal abuse, calling him Inferior by Damián and Replacement by Jason added to the fact that Dick or Bruce never seemed to see no wrong with the two.

Unappreciated and unloved is he, he still considers them as his family someone he can call to have his back but after a night it all went downhill.

Another night another dinner, at the table he was being made fun of by both Jason and Damian, Bruce kept saying nothing as well as Dick. Other people namely Stephanie, Barbara, Cass, and Duke kept sending him worried glances as Alfred is glaring slightly at Bruce. An off-handed comment from Damian, as well as Jason about his birth father, made him snap.

He yelled at them.

His feelings, his anger, his resentment, his sadness, his stress.

How could this family sit idly at his treatment?

After yelling and having a breakdown in front of the table he quickly rushed towards his room and prepared to run.

Gathering his things as well erasing his very identity in the Bat computer as well erasing his tracks, he escaped at the night.

Using a car that he had stashed away he began to leave Gotham as he thinks it is time for him to start a new one.

As Tim was crossing the border, he was ambushed by the same man who had kidnapped his brother. He had escaped and once he was released, he was left with nothing, his wife and child gone from his former home. He decided to blame the late Drake for his misfortunes but the moment he learned about their demise his revenge went to the remaining Drake.

Tim knew he was better than this, crashing a car due to someone having spooked him was nothing but a rookie mistake. But the moment he laid eyes on the same man who took away his brother now inching to him with a knife in his hand his thoughts were not about Bruce and the others looking and finding him in a car crash but thoughts about his brother finally meeting him.

Lady Gotham heard his final moments before he was stabbed and had his throat slit. She wailed and mourned at her favorite knight, who used his inheritance for the betterment of the Gotham citizens who uses his skills to protect whom she favored by wrapping her shadows around him to give him a sense of comfort and to better hide him at the dangers of the night. Seeing that he never crossed the border she dared to summon her king to aid her knight.

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Danny is enjoying his life he was accepted by his parents as Phantom, he had adopted Ellie as his daughter, and his sister is now able to go to college without the fear of him being rejected by their parents. His friends are going strong by each day, the ghost is now much more cooperative with the Amity citizens to fulfill their obsessions. Fruit loop had also changed into a new leaf and now tries to be a better godfather and father to Jazz, Danny, and Ellie. Dan had earned his parole and was now able to roam free as long there is someone to look at him.

But life is not all full of rainbows and unicorns.

GIW is now snatching up the locals' Amity Parkers as they are considered part of the Anti-Ecto entities as they have been contaminated in some way or another.

He is now King of the Infinite Realms as he had defeated the previous one in combat.

Seeing the aggressiveness of the GIW he transported the entire Amity Park to the Realms to protect ad create their own little island as part of the Realm. It didn’t take long for the locals to be used to their new appearance and abilities as they also have been noticing the way they act ever since the spike in ghost activity.

They are told to not leave for the mortal realm as they are still compromised. Removing Amity in both the map and record had been easy with the help of Technus and Tucker they manage to remove themselves and every database in the world.

Without any work to be presented the GIW was seen as a scam in the government branch and thus being removed from any form of funding as well as being dismissed and dissolved in the government.

It was one eventful day when he was summoned by one of his advisers. He was just merely signing paperwork when he felt someone summoning his rather sensing it was urgent he let himself be summoned to where he was.

There he saw Lady Gotham cradling a bloodied teen, the moment Danny laid his eyes on the teen his core lurched at the amount of protectiveness. As he kept pumping out his own ectoplasm to heal or even revive the said teen, he began to look at the teen’s details.

In his mind, he was wondering why would his core react such in a way but the moment he saw the teen's face his mind turn to a halt.

He saw his own face reflecting on the teen which would be impossible unless one of the previous clones that Vlad had made had escaped and got out of his mind control.

But he idly wonders how could this supposed clone of his have blood in him.

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After the initial confusion and panic, both brothers were able to get the whole story.

The Fenton couple were surprised that they have forgotten to tell Danny that he is adopted and had saved him from starving in the middle of the forest.

Danny as well as the rest of the Fenton family wanted nothing more than to march toward where these Waynes were and rip them apart.

Tim on the other hand was both saddened at the fact this brother had died and hopeful that maybe just maybe he could have the family he ever dreamed of.

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Turns out Tim was right, due to Danny trying to keep him alive by pumping pure ectoplasm aka the pits had turned him into a halfa whose core is equivalent to shadows due to Lady Gotham favoring him more.

The family dinners where he faced running and fighting food maybe work out for him but the number of memories, he stored from Danny trying to beat the hotdogs to submission to broccolis, peas, and carrots starting a civil war on his plate on who is the best vegetable there is.

He gained parents who are a bit of a screw loose but hey who says normal is sane.

He gained 2 older siblings and a younger sister which made his jaw drop.

Dan who is supposedly his twin in an alternate time where instead of being saved by Danny, Tim died and due to his grief and anger turned evil. Jazz whose mother hens Tim every second of the day and Dani/ Ellie who is twin brother’s clone turned daughter, who creates chaos in every sense.

He became Lady Gotham’s heir and champion that one day she may move on but she will pass down her brooch as it is the symbol of her authority as well her seat as one of the advisers of the King. It may be a few centuries or so before that fateful day so Tim has all the time to be a child once again as well as training to become the heir worthy of Lady Gotham.

When Tim asked who the King of the Infinite Realms all eyes turned to Danny as he nervously stated that he may have forgotten to tell Tim that particular detail.

Overall, Tim is safe and happy in this new life in his, with a new family that cares and loves him for just being him as well as being with his brother while he had missed, he never thought would miss in his entire life and afterlife.

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It has been years since Tim had disappeared from the lives of the Wayne family and everything had gone downhill. Conner along with Cassie had flown from Metropolis and yelled at them for not being a good family to Tim. Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Damian are all silent and take the yells of anger silently as guilt in them keeps whispering to them about how they should have done better.

They held a funeral, an empty casket, filled with minuscule things of Tim had loved like his old hobby of photography that also held the pictures that he had taken. They held his old uniform as both Robin and Red Robin in the cave protected by the bullet, fire, water, and explosion-proof glass.

Bruce told himself that Tim was and never had been a replacement for Jason.

Dick regrated on not knowing Tim enough, and that he failed another brother of his.

Jason who too late saw Tim as a little brother who indulged his hobbies f reading works of literature that no one in his family found interesting enough to sit down and listen to.

Damian saw Tim another older brother who was there to relate to him during his time in the League. Share his stories about when he trained under Lady Shiva, as well as being his predecessor.

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It is Tim’s 6th year anniversary of death when the boys had planned on going to a café that Tim frequently with. Their guilt did not disappear but grew with each passing day, the Batman as well the rest of his partners became more aggressive in handling crimes to the point even the rogues had been scared of facing them and would rather stay in Arkham, their last victim aka the Joker was beaten to near death by the Batman who had preached in not ending the Joker even though he had stuck out for the man when Red Hood had his hands on the Joker.

It was bright as Gotham could get and they could feel that the sun is mocking them about their brother’s death.

As they were sitting in one of the café’s booths as they saw a young man looking exactly like Tim. All eyes widened but looking at the stranger with more attention they saw a few details that Tim didn’t have.

Like faint freckles that were across the man’s face as well as the way, the young man’s hair is styled.

Carrying a large tray that holds two large coffees and a plate of assorted treats and pastries the stranger went to both a bit far yet they can still stay visual on the man.

What greeted them was not what they were expecting, on the supposed booth they saw a tall and healthy Tim on his phone, dressed in the simplest yet warm clothing they ever saw their brother in, the moment Tim saw his supposed look alike, helped him to take the large coffees off the tray and proceeded to chat as if they were old friends.

At that moment they didn’t care if the stranger look alike or the look in Tim’s eyes that screams fondness and joy towards this stranger, they only have one thing on their mind and that is their brother.

Tim!

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

#dc #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp #Timothy Drake #Danny Phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #batman

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callmeyoursblog · 3 months

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extra angst :)

uhhhh just random stuff cuz im procrastinating on my biology lab so don't mind my little rambles and possible errors

warnings: death, grief

-captain reader, grief after simon's death, revenge and closure <3

he died in your arms. on the field. gunshot wound to the head. his brain matter and blood spilling onto your pants and over your hands as you patched him up, screaming his name. all you remember next is shooting. shooting anyone and everyone that wore a uniform that you didn’t recognize. at least 10 people dead. none of their deaths amounting to the pain that simon’s caused. you’d never had a more accurate hand in your life. it was a habit that began that second. something switched. you weren’t protecting. you were out for revenge. the silence after your 10 consecutive gunshots was different than any other silence you’d experienced. you sat next to ghost’s body. knowing you’d never be the same. unable to find the tears in your body to even attempt to cry.

your hands desperately grabbed at the sheets to find simon’s body. tangled in his hoodie and your sheets from the nightmare you just had.

the one where he died.

the nightmare that was really a flashback.

and as you woke up in a panic, a knock fell upon your door. someone yelling your name. your mind so clouded that - maybe - in a universe much less cruel, simon would be standing outside of it with open arms. you ran towards the door, pulling it open. you didn’t even look at who it was. you knew it was soap. knew there was no chance of it ever being ghost. no matter how much you pretended. you opened the door to see the familiar scot standing outside your door in his tshirt and sweatpants.

"you need to get sleep, love." he'd remind you. a reminder you didn't need. a reminder that you could take a near-harmful dosage of sleeping medications and still get ten minutes of sleep, just reliving the worst moment of your life.

"this happens every night." he'd remind you. a reminder you didn't need. his voice almost grated against your eardrums, hearing him scold you the same way every night. it was a never-ending, vicious cycle. awake for what seemed like weeks on end.

you shut the door after soap forced his way in. pulling you onto your bed to try and hold you and make you get some sleep. truly, he wanted to help you. but he was damn tired of getting woken up by his grieving captain.

the next morning, unsure if you'd slept or just spaced out by staring at the wall, soap stood up from your bed and walked out of your room. you put your clothes on for your run. the habit you'd picked up after simon convinced you to run with him.

price caught you as you walked out of your room. hood up, headphones in, laser focus on getting to your running path.

"we need to talk."

your heart dropped. you were getting put on leave, surely. or getting a psych eval, that you could definitely cheat on, but certainly still fail. he pulled you into his office and shut the door.

"considering that you have worked the hours equivalent to your hours of bereavement for a spouse... i am not requiring you to leave. you have time off, you can take it. clean up your place. clean up his." he paused, seeing tears in your eyes. "i know you're strong. my best asset. i know that this is getting to you pretty badly-"

"i'm getting better."

"y/n, soap comes to your room at the same time every night to try and get you to sleep. you haven't been sleeping. i'm giving you a week." your face dropped. "get better sleep. finish those reports on your desk. we're going back in one week. me and you. i have a way to get into shepherd's office. and i have this." he told you, setting a gun with a silencer attached on his desk. you let out a small smile.

"you trust me to kill shepherd?"

"more than anyone else." he smiled at you. that comforting smile gave you every ounce of confidence that you needed.

you trained every day. to be prepared for the moment you got your revenge. every day for a week straight. running, shooting, and spending almost every hour in the gym. you got marginally better sleep. still awake much of the time, yet still waking up from your nightmares. soap still came into your room to help you sleep, but you were finally able to fall asleep in his arms most nights. price could see you were more energized. ready. working better. he was proud of you, and expressed that as you stood outside of the government building.

"you're just going to go in there, tell them kate laswell sent you. they'll know the name. don't say your name. don't say anything else. kate laswell sent you. his office is the top floor. long ass hallway and to the right. no security besides a key pad on the door. the code is 6163. his birth year and his wife's. i'm proud of you, kid. i'll be here when you leave." he patted your back. you smiled at him and strutted into the building with confidence you'd never had before.

"kate laswell sent me." you told the man at the desk. his face fell as he rushed you to the elevator. you pressed the button for the top floor. the ride up felt like the longest elevator ride of your life. overwhelming anxiety and nausea taking over your stomach until the doors opened, and regaining your confidence. the long hallway lead you to a door, exactly how price had described. you typed in the key code. having a seat in the corner of his office until he entered. mere minutes until his entry.

you sat. and you waited.

he came in, slowly walking into the office to look out the window. he took a breath, sitting in his desk chair and turning on the small desk lamp. enough light to illuminate your figure.

"general."

"captain."

"it must be nice. being able to use your wife's birthday as your keycode, yeah? must be nice not having a dead spouse."

"i didn't kill simon riley."

"it was your orders. so yes, sir, you did kill him."

"you've got a body count of your own. it'll come back to haunt you." he warned you. you let out a dry laugh.

"i hope to god it haunts you." you raised the gun at his head.

"i'm not going to beg for my life. not from you, or anybody else, y/n."

"not gonna do you any damn good." you pulled the trigger, your shot not hitting where you expected. the burning pain through your abdomen giving you a possible explanation. you were left gasping for air on the ground quicker than you could comprehend. shepherd stood over you. the shot in his shoulder not nearly fatal. he kicked price's gun from your hand. not expecting you to reach into your jacket and pull out your own gun as he looked away. a shot landing directly in his neck. he died quicker than you.

it was a blur. people rushing in and out of the room. your vision fading in and out. you wondered if simon saw anything as he died or if the bullet killed him instantly. wondered if he thought about you. wondered if he regretted not giving you the ring you found in his barracks. the warmth that washed over your body was reminiscent of simon, when he would lay on top of you. smiling as you bled out on the floor.

i'm coming home, my love.

a/n i might make a follow up of the boys after your death bc i meant to write about prices reaction outside of the building but i forgot it’s too late for this 😓

#simon riley #cod #call of duty #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #general shepherd

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brighteststar707 · 7 months

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Turn It All Back

Part Three of Don't Say My Name

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✦ Saeyoung x gn!Reader

✦ Words: 3407

✦ TW: Death mention, destructive anger

“And… what brought you here?” As if he doesn’t know. He can read it off your face. You were there with him at the funeral, were the one to give him the news. You have been watching him with those same eyes since the day he woke up. “I’m worried about you.” The real question is how much do you know? What do you see when you look into his eyes? He can’t bear to look at you and find out.

Saeyoung sits at his desk and absentmindedly watches the screens in front of him. One of the monitors is broken, a web of cracks and multicoloured pixels is all that’s left on the screen. He can’t remember the outburst that caused it, only the sick feeling he got when he realised what he had done. He pretends it’s not broken, though, and keeps flitting his eyes from screen to screen, as if he's anticipating a mission that is never coming.

This has been an increasingly common occurrence over the past few days as the anger inside him has swelled up, taken up all the remaining space in his body, leaving room for little else. It has resulted in small, isolated outbursts like the one that caused him to break the screen. Manifestations of momentary frustration that he cannot contain.

He feels like a time bomb about to go off, the pressure between his ribs threatening to break him at any moment. The funeral was the last straw. When he is not at the hospital, mask all the way up, putting his only real energy into trying to help Saeran, he loses hours to sitting motionlessly, holding himself tense so he doesn’t do something stupid. In the waiting room seats, in the car, at his desk. Even at the funeral.

He has caught himself fantasising about revenge lately. It is temptingly easy. He'd go quiet for a few days, abduct Rika before she can be sent anywhere out of reach. He would finally be able to ask her all the questions that had been raging in him for so long. He'd deliver justice. Then, he'd finally be free. Or so he tries to believe.

With everyone at fault gone or out of reach, he is the only one his anger has left to hurt. This is the closest thing to catharsis he can picture.

He had seen her at the funeral today. Intentional or otherwise, there was always someone standing between them, keeping them a safe distance apart. He wonders if it was your doing, or perhaps Jumin had been more attentive than Saeyoung had given him credit for. She had been staring at V's picture, oblivious to everyone around her. In a world of her own grief.

It doesn’t take long before his fantasies are interrupted by the more rational side of him that knows that revenge in this form really won’t make things any better. Even if she spoke to him, he doubts anything she would say could make any difference. Killing her would just put more blood on his hands, make him feel more like a monster than he already does.

The robotic voice of his security system suddenly announces a visitor, pulling him from his train of thought. He doesn't care enough to get up. Whoever managed to get through the front gate will just have to come find him themselves if they really want to. It's probably Vanderwood anyway, here to pick up something he forgot.

He was not expecting your voice to ring through the house.

“Saeyoung?”

He straightens up suddenly, wincing when he jostles his arm the wrong way. He scrabbles for the alarm remote to turn it off. Gingerly, he gets up from his chair and rolls out his shoulders, as if it’s going to do anything to ease the tension there. He is equal parts thrilled to see you and anxious to keep you away from him as much as possible.

“I’m here,” he says as he comes out into the living room. It’s a mess. Besides going without Vanderwood’s regular cleanings (Saeyoung does not have the presence of mind to attempt it himself yet), there is more proof of his declining mental state here too. A broken figurine, the robo-dog looking worse for wear after getting in his way. Old takeout containers sitting by the front door. He hopes you won’t see any more of these traces through the house before he can set them right.

You’re already there, waiting for him in the middle of the room. There is a strange dissonance in seeing you here under the fluorescents. He has come to associate you with warmth and comfort, starry skies and sun coming in through the windows. The real, the beautiful. There is nothing in this house that is real (not in the way that it relates to him), much less beautiful.

You take him in slowly. For the first time, he feels self-conscious of how poorly he has been taking care of himself. His clothes are crumpled (he hasn’t gotten changed since getting back from the funeral), his hair is a mess. He knows he has dark circles and he can’t remember the last real meal he ate. Belatedly, he notices he is still holding the remote.

“How did you get in?” He asks to try and deflect your attention away from him.

“Vanderwood lent me their dictionary. Turns out my Arabic isn’t too bad.”

He assumes that Vanderwood also gave you the address. Traitor.

“I’m worried about you.”

The real question is how much do you know? What do you see when you look into his eyes? He can’t bear to look at you and find out. He does what he knows best instead.

“Oh, this?” He gestures vaguely to himself and the space around them, “It’s better than it looks, I promise. It’s just with Saeran… ah… you know how I get.”

“Saeyoung.”

“Please,” and now his voice is pleading. More desperate than he wanted it to sound. Please let it go, he thinks, I can’t talk about it or I’ll shatter. “I’m fine.”

“Fine?” You echo. His pupils are big and dark, all but swallowing up his irises. He looks possessed. “I thought we promised that we’d tell each other the truth.”

The memory hurts. It’s bright, coloured in a happiness that seems almost unreachable to him now. He will be the first to admit that he has fallen into old habits, keeping you just out of reach for your own safety. And he hates it. Now that he has grown used to the comfort you bring, he hates to be apart from you. It’s just that lately he has been afraid of exploding and hurting everyone around him. His roughest edges are out on show, and he is barely keeping them contained. He'd rather he be the only person he hurts.

So, he deflects again.

“You… don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”

“Bullshit.”

He looks surprised. You’ve never spoken to him this way before. But this isn’t the time for delicate approaches. He will take any out you give him.

You know full well that the funeral was the last drop in the bucket that was on the brink of overflowing. You had caught the sharpness to his words, the way he kept his hands clenched into fists to keep them from shaking earlier today. And that terrible stillness. That’s the biggest tell. As if someone has robbed him of his essence and left behind an eerie impostor.

Opposite you, his demeanour has shifted. He has squared off his shoulders as if he is preparing for an attack. “Fine. I don’t want you to know. It’s… ugly,” he says.

“That excuse has never worked on me before. I want to know what you’re feeling and thinking, regardless of how bad it is. How am I supposed to support you if you won’t let me in?”

He doesn’t say anything, just watches you stubbornly.

More softly, you add, “you know I’m not going to think less of you for what you’re thinking, right?”

In theory, he does. He has come to trust you completely. It’s still hard to believe in practice, though. Being in his own head so much lately has made it hard to imagine that you wouldn’t be disappointed in him, or worse, repulsed by what he has become. He doesn’t know what will become of him if he ever lets go of his building anger completely.

God, does he wants to, though. There is a part of him that wants to put himself in your hands and trust that you’ll know how to help him. It’s almost a relief that you were stubborn enough to come and find him yourself . He loves and hates that you would chase him down just to break down his walls, over and over again.

He knows just by looking at you that you’re not going to give up. And in that moment, he has to trust that you are as strong as you have proven to be so far. That you will catch him if he crumbles.

“What… do you want to know?” He finally says. His posture relaxes slightly, his eyes not empty but fearful, as if even he doesn’t know what is coming next.

“What are you thinking?”

“I… I don’t –” It dies in his throat. It’s nothing coherent. A hot, restless fury, fantasies of blood and revenge and the inescapable reality of the damage that has been inflicted.

“Okay, then let’s talk about Saeran instead. How is his treatment going?”

He deflates a little bit. You know him too well. The details of Saeran’s care are imprinted on his brain, and they start to tumble out of his mouth without needing any more prompting.

"It's not. He is resisting treatment; the doctors don't know what to do with him. He won't talk to me and he- " his breath catches when he thinks about how broken he looked the last time he saw him. Not just physically, but mentally too. The emptiness in his eyes as he watches the clouds passing by his window. “The doctors say that his condition indicates years of drug use.” He grits his teeth. “Years.”

The anger that had temporarily subsided in your presence flares up again. It fills his lungs and burns his throat as the memories come all at once. That list of chemicals, the blue substance they discovered after raiding the Mint Eye compound. The side effects, the withdrawal symptoms. The testimonies of former cult members coming out every day – the ceremonies and the punishments. His brother’s eyes, icy mint where they were once warm amber.

He instinctively wants to put it out, change the subject before he can’t breathe anymore and his heart starts to hammer too hard. At the back of his throat, it all builds up, begging to be let out. It's too much.

You’re looking at him encouragingly, urging him to push through it. So, he lets the spark catch. The more painful realisations start to come out, and these hurt more to say.

“They forced that stuff on him for years and put him through hell. They lied to me, sent me those pictures to keep me quiet while they abused him! It was never supposed to be this way!”

His voice is already getting louder, but you don’t flinch, so he doesn’t try to stop it. He hasn’t said any of this out loud yet, and in a way, this feels more like a way for him to untangle the mess in his mind than it is to answer your question. You let him talk regardless.

“V spoke to me almost every day and he never told me how bad things were! He told me to defend the RFA against the hacker! He knew who I was fighting and did it anyway! How DARE he!” Every time he says V’s name, it’s with venom. "I might have made things worse for Saeran by just-" His voice gives out before he can finish.

He doesn't fight against the memories that resurface.

Saeran’s skills at hacking, the years it must have taken, the toll it took on his health. That keyboard at the compound, the letters on the keys long since rubbed away from use. The list of injuries he sustained, old scars and new bruises, the chronic malnutrition and lack of sleep, and – somehow the most offensive – the extensive scarring around his wrists and ankles from being physically restrained.

Blood is pounding in his ears. He wants to scream, to sob for every second Saeran had to endure in that place. It is impossible to think clearly when all he can hear is his heart racing and all he can see when he closes his eyes is the pain and regret in V’s eyes when they were back in that cell. It wasn’t enough, and it is all he will ever get.

“This was supposed to be the beginning. We were supposed to be free. But how am I supposed to live with his fingerprints on everything in our lives? I go into Saeran’s hospital room every single day and he threatens to kill me. How am I supposed to move on?” He says that last part mockingly, echoing what one of his doctors had told him before he was discharged. “He let Saeran be tortured! Who gave him the right to meddle in our lives? We were kids!”

In that moment, his fury feels inescapable. Embedded in his flesh, impossible to separate from himself without turning into a bloodied wreck.

“You asked me what I have been thinking recently? I wish I was the one to kill him. I wish I could have ruined him exactly how he ruined us. I wish I could show him what any father of mine truly deserves.”

It’s all too much, it needs to get out out out before it chokes him.

He hears the plastic of the remote cracking against the floor and then feels it under his heel as he grinds it into the tiles. It takes a second for his mind to catch up.

He looks back to you suddenly, expecting the worst, shame already clawing at his insides. He is already looking for any trace of disgust on your face, or worse, fear. But you only look mildly surprised.

“Saeyoung, you’re crying.”

He touches a hand to his cheek to find that it’s wet. How long has he been crying for? He isn’t sure. You reach out to cup his cheek. The tenderness in your eyes makes him feel brittle, on the brink of shattering.

He takes a ragged breath and then says, “That boy… in the pictures… that was who Saeran was supposed to be. Happy, in the sun. Carefree. Now, he might never -” he doesn't want to finish that thought. Shakily, he continues, "I was the one supposed to suffer for us. He should never have known this kind of life even existed."

You intervene, meaning to stop him before he can follow that line of thinking further. You clasp his hand in yours, try to straighten out his fingers, warm them up in your own (they're uncharacteristically cold).

"The responsibility of saving yourself and your brother should not have fallen solely on you. They should have protected you too," you continue.

He goes cold. Your statement tugs at something in him. A feeling so old it is etched into his bones, remembering it sends a dull ache through his body. It’s more instinctive than a clear memory he can define.

When he was young, there must have been a moment where he had wished that he didn’t have to hurt so much to keep Saeran safe. But that thought might as well have been sacrilege. He quickly repressed it, put it somewhere far out of reach, and grew around it.

But the way you've put it, so matter-of-factly, without any space for doubt, has unearthed that feeling, brought it back with a renewed strength, made it impossible to ignore.

His anger so far has felt overwhelming, too complicated to handle. This anger is simple. Childlike, almost.

He is Luciel, naming himself after the devil, and nobody intervenes. He is told that he has to do work - commit crimes - to earn money (he would only learn of V's personal riches later on in life and never connect the dots). He brings down international servers at the age of fourteen, because he'd rather be a criminal than watch his brother go hungry again. Nobody intervenes.

He is Agent 707, aged sixteen, fresh out of agency training, body aching and mind wiped blank. He is breaking codes he didn't know he had until it was too late, crossing lines that he never had the luxury of setting. Killing someone for the first time, taking on assignments without knowing who he is serving. Begging V and Rika, the only people he trusts in the world, for any indication that he is doing this for something greater than himself, because the concept of himself as a person is fading further every day.

He had always taken these struggles as a necessity, the sacrifices he has to make to keep his brother safe. He trusted V and Rika to guide him in the right direction, to know better than he did. They told him the agency was his best option, so he took it without question.

It’s only in hindsight that he realises just how much of himself he lost to that decision.

It’s in the knowledge that, despite being unconscious at the time, he can picture exactly how Saeran felt on that fateful day at Mint Eye. The cold metal, clasped in his hands. The shot, the recoil, the ringing in his ears. That momentary sense of relief, because he had bought himself more time, immediately followed by the sick seeping sense of guilt at what he’d done. He has been there many times himself. It is a feeling he’d do anything to take off of Saeran’s hands.

Again, more muted this time, he feels that surge of anger through his body, wishing he could pull V out of hell now and squeeze the life out of him himself and save Saeran that pain, at least.

There is a child in him, begging to be heard, wondering if he really was deserving of better. For the first time, he listens.

He inhales sharply through his teeth. "If I believe that then..."

"Then everything else falls apart," you finish.

If, he said. But it has already taken a hold in his head. The belated frustration he is feeling on his own behalf, the way his past memories are being tainted. And, yes, it all falls apart.

His voice is fragile, the question devastating in its simplicity. “Why? What did we do?”

The fight has left him. The anger has forced its way out and has left him raw and tired. With no defensive buffer, there is only the pain left to feel. You reach for his other hand and guide him to the sofa with you. He sinks into it warily and melts at your touch.

You give his hands a squeeze. “You didn’t deserve it.”

“There’s so much… where do I put it all? I can’t get away from it… I can’t let it go. It’s ruining me.”

“I don't know. There isn't an easy way out. But allowing yourself to feel the things you're feeling is better than the alternative. You can’t hurt yourself forever. I won’t let you.”

He lets that sink in. You wrap your arms around him and he allows himself to feel small for a moment. He can feel the breath you take before you speak again.

“You know I’m always here to catch you, right?”

And for the first time, he does completely.

You comb your fingers through his hair. He takes a breath, then another. Each one hurts, but it feels good to focus his energy on one action.

You both know that this isn’t the end. That this isn’t the last time this conversation will have to happen, but he feels a certain relief in knowing that he made it through this one. That you will be here to hold him through the next one and the one after that. Maybe it won’t kill him and maybe he doesn’t have to become a monster consumed by it.

He can only hang on for a day when he isn’t ruined by everything he has lost and suffered.

#Oh the time i have spent writing and rewriting this one #Don't say my name #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger Saeyoung Choi #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger Luciel choi #Mystic messenger luciel #saeyoung choi #mysme seven #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung #my writing

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goodnightmemes · 4 days

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DUNE: PART TWO (2024) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ This world is beyond cruelty. ❜

❛ Never stand with your back towards the open. How many times do I have to tell you that, huh? ❜

❛ Don’t worry. I’m taking you somewhere they will never find us. ❜

❛ You fought well… once you woke up. ❜

❛ He thinks you’re spies. ❜

❛ Your faith is playing tricks on you. ❜

❛ I’m ready to pledge my life for him. ❜

❛ Your father didn’t believe in revenge. ❜

❛ Don’t mock him. He deserves our respect. He’s a good fighter. ❜

❛ Never give your water away, not even for the dead. ❜

❛ It’s an honor, isn’t it? I think you should feel honored. ❜

❛ Well, it was a choice between this or death, so, you know, forgive me if I’m not flattered. ❜

❛ You want to control people, you tell them a messiah will come. Then they’ll wait for centuries. ❜

❛ That was no miracle! ❜

❛ I’m not here to lead. I’m here to learn your ways. Let me fight beside you. That’s all I’m asking. ❜

❛ You will see! The beauty and the horror! ❜

❛ Oh! Don’t ever, ever listen to the jinn. ❜

❛ He’s not like the other strangers. He’s sincere. ❜

❛ You know, I’m the only one who believes you’re gonna make it until summer? Everyone else thinks you won’t make it two weeks. ❜

❛ What? Stop looking at me like that. ❜

❛ We must convert the non-believers one by one. We need to start with the weaker ones. The vulnerable ones. The ones who fear us. ❜

❛ Who taught you to fight like that? ❜

❛ We can stop them together, bury them in the sand where they belong. ❜

❛ Then I’ll die, maybe you will too. But the others will keep going. And they won’t stop. ❜

❛ Where you’re from, does water really fall from the sky? ❜

❛ Your blood comes from Dukes and Great Houses. We don’t have that here. Here, we’re equal, men and women alike. What we do, we do for the benefit of all. ❜

❛ Well, I’d very much like to be equal to you. ❜

❛ It’s been a while since you’ve had one of those nightmares. Tell me, what was it about? ❜

❛ You’ve been exposed to spice for a long time. It can create weird dreams. ❜

❛ Don’t try to impress anyone. You are brave. We all know that. Be simple. Be direct. Nothing fancy. ❜

❛ I won’t shame you. I understand. ❜

❛ The way they look at you. They worship you now. ❜

❛ I’m no messiah. ❜

❛ She says you’re blinded by love, and she reminds you that you must reserve your hand for the most strategic alliance. ❜

❛ Do you not think I also feel the weight of the prophecy? ❜

❛ They deserve to be led by one of their own. ❜

❛ Repression only makes a religion flourish. ❜

❛ You underestimate the power of faith. ❜

❛ Prophets get stronger when they die. ❜

❛ You’d be a formidable empress. ❜

❛ Then what hope is there? ❜

❛ Hope? We don’t hope, we plan. ❜

❛ The question is, can we control him? And I intend to find out. ❜

❛ I won’t die like a fool. Kill me now. ❜

❛ No fear. These fights are all for show. ❜

❛ Show me who you are. ❜

❛ This morning you were a playboy, feared and envied, but tonight you’re a hero. ❜

❛ You’re following me. ❜

❛ You’re not allowed in this section. How did you get past the guards? ❜

❛ I remember now. I dreamed about you last night. ❜

❛ Come to me. Kneel. ❜

❛ I recognized your footsteps, old man. ❜

❛ When our resources are limited…fear is all we have. ❜

❛ Well, what are you waiting for? With thousands of these guys, you could take control of the entire planet. ❜

❛ They used to be friends. Now they’re followers. ❜

❛ You have the power to avenge your father, and you’re afraid to use it? ❜

❛ I can foresee things. If I go South, all my visions lead to horror. ❜

❛ Billions of corpses scattered across the galaxy. All dying because of me. ❜

❛ No need to be a prophet to see what’s ahead. ❜

❛ Your path leads to war. You know that. ❜

❛ So, war is coming. What will you do when you feel its breath upon your neck? ❜

❛ He who can destroy a thing has the real control of it. ❜

❛ You promised me you didn’t want power. ❜

❛ No matter what I do, you still don’t trust me. ❜

❛ My allegiance is to you. I’m doing this for all of us. Do you believe me? ❜

❛ It’s right under everybody’s noses. Not clever. ❜

❛ That’s the idea. Nobody would ever look in there because it’s obvious. ❜

❛ Nothing can live there without faith. ❜

❛ I want to go on the ground. Prepare my troops. ❜

❛ You humiliated our family. You humiliated me. ❜

❛ Embarrass our family one more time… it will be the last. ❜

❛ It is a good time to cross blades with me. I am weak. I am an easy kill. ❜

❛ I don’t care what you believe. I believe. ❜

❛ I’ll stay behind and cover your retreat. ❜

❛ You see only fragments. You cannot see the future without seeing the past. ❜

❛ To unlock your mind, you need to drink the Water of Life… and you will see everything. ❜

❛ A good hunter always climbs the highest dune before his hunt. He needs to see… as far as he can see. ❜

❛ The world has made choices for us. ❜

❛ You will never lose me. Not as long as you stay who you are. ❜

❛ You are not prepared for what is to come. ❜

❛ You’ll now learn the truth about our family. And it will hurt you to the core. ❜

❛ His vital signs are so low, they can’t be detected. But he’s alive. ❜

❛ You might not believe in the prophecy, but you’re a part of it. ❜

❛ You’re the poison. You and your lies. Why would you do this? ❜

❛ The visions are clear now. I see possible futures. All at once. ❜

❛ Our enemies are all around us. And in so many futures, they prevail. But I do see a way. ❜

❛You can stop this. Do you hear me? You have the power to stop this.

❛ This prophecy is how they enslave us! ❜

❛ You think I’m stupid enough to deprive myself of the best of us? Do you smash a knife before battle? ❜

❛ There is no one in this room who can stand against me! ❜

❛ This could be the moment you’ve been praying for all your life. ❜

❛ But there is one way your family can remain in power and, through you, the continuation of our stewardship. One. Way. Are you prepared? ❜

❛ You’ve been preparing me my whole life. ❜

❛ Long live the fighters! ❜

❛ I swear to you, I wasn’t aware of any of this. ❜

❛ You die like an animal. ❜

❛ Look who’s back from the dead. ❜

❛ I want you to know… I will love you as long as I breathe. ❜

❛ They may be curious to hear my side of the story, don’t you think? ❜

❛ Consider what you’re about to do. ❜

❛ You’ll be lucky to keep your head. ❜

❛ I’ll take the hand of your daughter. She will remain safe. And we will rule together over the Empire. ❜

❛ Do you know why I killed him? Because he was a man who believed in the rules of the heart. But the heart is not meant to rule. ❜

❛ Stand or choose your champion. ❜

❛ Do not stain your hands on this animal. Let me deal with him. ❜

❛ Why does he take such risks? ❜

❛ Well, you wouldn’t be the first relative I’ve killed. ❜

❛ May thy knife chip and shatter. ❜

❛ You have fought well. ❜

❛ You should’ve believed. You chose the wrong side.❜

❛ You, of all people, should know. There are no sides. ❜

❛ Spare my father now and I will be your willing bride. The throne will be yours. ❜

❛ They refuse to honor your ascendancy. ❜

❛ Lead them to Paradise. ❜

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katy-l1988 · 3 months

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Head Canon/Theory Part 2: Lilith and Carmilla

Lilith's revenge

Lilith was convinced that with Lucifer's power, and with the sinners, they could take revenge on those who exiled them. However, he refused to cooperate in something so risky, afraid of what heaven could do to them.

Seeing how the most powerful being in the underworld rejected her proposal, decided to create new allies. She began by establishing the first "Overlords", ruthless sinners and original demons, who over time increased in power as the souls of others fell into their clutches. This caused the angels to worry, and fearful at the idea of a war against hell, the "Extermination" was proposed and approved.

The exorcists were sent to look for Lilith. Lucifer intervened then. He made a deal with his sister through an exorcist, in exchange for her family being save. Sera didn't hesitate, and she accepted the deal, after all he was her family. Of course, any attempt by Lilith to provoke a rebellion would result in the loss of the forgiveness granted.

Many died in the Extermination, Lilith felt helpless. This was her kingdom, and they were her people. She was upset by her husband's "cowardice", but what else could she do? All of her attempts had failed.

Carmilla's fall

At the same time, Carmilla, who, as I mentioned before refused to participate, was taken to hell by Sera's orders. Adam himself clipped her wings, saying: "Goodbye to the old, welcome to the new."

Carmilla was now an exile from heaven, a traitor who followed in Lucifer's footsteps, unable to ask for help. The golden blood ran down her back, the pain that invaded her was abysmal, it was suddenly from the shadows, Zestial appeared. The last thing she saw before fainting was him approaching her.

When she woke up, she found herself in a very peculiar room, with her chest bandaged, and covered with a blanket. There, were Zestial, Lucifer and Lilith, the last two very different from her as she remembered them.

"We have a lot to talk about, sis."

#hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel zestial #vivziepop #hazbin hotel fanfic #zestial #lucifer hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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CONGRATULATIONS OM YOUR MILESTONE!!

Can i request 💖 with Azul, Jade, and Floyd? 👀

Hi, thank you for the ask!

Follower Event: Azul, Jade, Floyd with "I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along"

Azul

He always thought he would be the cowardly, slow, pathetic octopus ever since he could remember. Everyone else in Coral Sea had shimmering fins, beautiful scales. But for him, all he had was tentacles that would scare off or lead to bullying from others. He thought his entire life he would have to fend for himself, find ways to get revenge on those who wronged him but also live with a constant fear of not being perfect. That was until you came into his life

You were on a ship during a storm, a horrible fate that no one expected to see on what seemed like such a nice day. You fell off of the ship and into the sea and struggled to lift yourself up from the darkness of the ocean. Thankfully, Azul had been close by and rescued you. When you woke up, he was ready to dart away, swim as fast as he could away from you so you didn't have to see his hideous body. But all you did was look at him in awe, the same look he probably gave you when he first saw you. Before you could tell him how cool he looked he fled

Throughout his years in NRC, he didn't think he would see you again, that was until you showed up as a transfer student into his dorm. You didn't recognize him because of how much he had changed, let alone you didn't know his name. But whenever you talked about how an amazing person saved you that fateful day, Azul felt his heart skip a beat

You changed the way he felt about himself that day you looked at him with something other than disgust. He felt...proud of himself. He would remind himself about how you looked at him whenever he heard those voices from his head try to take down his esteem over and over again. Oh only if you knew how much you meant to him he would have been with you every minute of your life

For now though, Azul didn't say anything. He chose to try and woo you with his intellect, with the personality that he carefully curated. But when he broke out of that shell, that was when you truly seemed to like him, once again showing him that it's more important to love yourself for who you are.

Jade

Most would see Jade and think he's just a scary eel. He didn't look like he had any weaknesses, but you would be wrong. He was extremely fond of nature, especially the mountains. He never had the chance to go exploring until he ran into you. Literally

You were out in the mountains gathering some mushrooms for research when you heard something scary not too far from your location. Reacting on instinct, you ran the opposite direction and that was when you slammed into Jade. It was then that you two ended up running back down and talking about what you two found in the woods. He never met someone who was as enthusiastic about the mountainside as you

The more he got to talk to you, the more he realized he was slowly falling in love with you. It wasn't just similar interests, but you also treated him as something more than the other half of a pair. You treated him with respect, you let him be loose. For that, he was grateful and he was falling hard for you

Azul and Floyd had an inkling that Jade was dozing in and out of work, often having to call his name multiple times to get his attention. Jade tried his best to not let anyone know about his feelings since he thought it could make him look weak, but Floyd soon said it to him in his face. "You like y/n right?"

Jade would have asked for help in asking you out from the other two, but he denied Floyd's accusations and continued to clean the silverware he was in charge of. You changed the usual cold, calculated twin but perhaps it was something Jade wanted to explore

Floyd

If there was anyone in NRC that all students were afraid of, it would be Floyd. The man was unpredictable, fast, strong, and a pure menace. But instead of being afraid when he approached you, Ace, and Deuce, you stood your ground and looked at him in his eyes. You even agreed to play a bit of tag with the eel, something most people would warn against

Floyd was starting to like you as a playmate, sort of like he had someone to tease or chase every day. But after playing around with you, the two of you would talk and he would learn more about you. Soon, he started to like you for more than your courage but also all of the little things that you did. Floyd was extremely good at spotting small details (when he wanted to that is). The small laugh you would let out when talking about a fond memory, the way your eyes lit up when he greeted you, all made his heart jump a bit

Floyd walked into Azul's office one day, grabbing a seat and setting his feet up on Azul's desk. "Is there something you wanted? And quit acting so casually in here," Azul looked up from his paperwork to the twin. "Yeah, I have a crush on someone, how do I ask them out?"

Azul nearly spit out his tea all over the contracts he was organizing. Floyd was never one to cut corners, but since when did he have a crush on someone? Azul asked about the details but Floyd soon said that he would rather get advice from someone with dating experience and was quickly ushered out of Azul's office. Floyd would have to find ways to ask you out on his own, which would probably be running up to you, hugging you, and then saying to date

Floyd likes people who are brave, who are able to give him excitement in his life. But you were more than that, you seemed to make him feel soft. He viewed you as something more than just someone else to play tag with, and he wanted to confess these feelings to you as soon as possible

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #follower event #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst jade #twst jade x reader #twst floyd #twst floyd x reader #twst azul ashengrotto #twst jade leech #twst floyd leech #twst octavinelle #gn!reader #ask box

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smittenbyvillainsmasterlist · 1 year

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I need someone to hold me

Warnings: angsty turned fluff, self hate

You weren't very liked by your friends anymore. They didn't trust you as much after Valtor took control of you and things were spoken about. Bloom was the most upset. You understand her but for the others, it was uncalled for. Yes, you said hurtful things but that wasn't you. You weren't dark.

They were forced to take you to earth to fight against the Wizards of the Black Circle. You ended up mostly staying away unless there was a fight even then you were pushed away. Every time you wanted to cry but you didn't. At least until you got home that wasn't with them. You had gotten your own apartment although Bloom's adoptive parents offered for you to stay since you were the one left out. You denied that offer.

You started to enjoy the simple life. You kept in contact with Faragonda yourself only. After this one battle, you noticed Ogron watching you leave and clearly not with the others.

Ogron had noticed how you clearly were left out of those girl's group. That really made him mad. For faires claiming to be good, they did not act like it. He remembered the first time he met them you had gotten hurt and they didn't even try to help you. He always helped his men even if they made him mad. They did that for each other.

You were sobbing in your bed at the small apartment you rented out. You hadn't detransformed. Ironically you didn't believe in yourself anymore. You were a fuck up.

"I'm just useless and I don't deserve to be this fairy Faragonda says I am." you cried. You just hugged your stuff bear. The winx doesn't know that you are planning on staying even after this mission is done.

"I don't think you're useless. I think you are strong." A voice said. It sounded familiar. You didn't look to see.

"Yes, I am. I don't have friends all because I let someone control me." You muttered.

"I would have never thought they were your friends before. They don't even seem to include you in anything." He said. You nodded and laughed bitterly.

"They aren't my friends anymore. In fact, they are strangers I'm forced to work with."

"No one is forced to work with people." He concluded. The person had sat at the end of your bed and was rubbing your back. "Honestly, there are better things you could use your abilities with." He added.

"Like what? Protect fairies who don't even want their guardian." She scoffed.

"Join me and my men." He said flatly. "We will make sure you are useful and cared for." You looked up hearing that. It was Ogron. You didn't even want to fight and didn't even seem like he wanted to.

"Don't you hate fairies?" You asked. He chuckled and shook his head.

"No, I just want to try to get revenge on earth fairies for what the queen did." He sighed. "Killed my men and stole my kid away."

"You had a child?"

"Yes, they are here somewhere on Gardenia. I don't want to harm them."

"I will help on one condition..."

"Anything you want we can do." He smiled and gently rubbed your tears away.

"I want to stay here and have a life." You included. He nodded.

"Anything for you my dear." He called you.

He ended up staying with you for the night and holding you. You just let your emotions out. You had passed out sleeping after an hour. You woke up with a note left.

'I wish I could have stayed but the girls were finding my daughter first. Meet me here my dear.' He said. You looked at your phone. No messages from them and you weren't surprised. You got yourself of bed and got dressed. You grabbed an apple and headed to the address. When you arrived the Winx girls didn't even notice. Ogron did.

"Hello dear, I see you saw the note." He said smiling at you. You blushed at the nickname and nodded.

"Yeah, I did." You replied going over to him. The girls watched in shock. You didn't even look at them.

"What are you doing?" Bloom asked you bitterly. You just laughed.

"Helping those who need it." You said blankly.

"But w-" Flora started and you stopped her.

"You NEVER needed me anymore. You can't forgive me for what happened and just will treat me like trash? Does that sound like you need me?" You asked. They just narrowed their eyes at you.

'Fine be like that." Stella said. You just stayed close to Ogron.

"Did you find your daughter?" You asked him. He nodded.

"Yes, I did. Roxy is her name and she is going to meet us soon."

"Us?"

"Of course, you can be a mother to her. After all, you are now a part of the family." He said. You just hugged him.

"Thank you," you whispered.

#x reader #winx ogron #winx club #winx bloom #winx stella #magic winx #winx fanfic

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sickoherd · 1 year

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THE 100 — you get injured while protecting them

fluff/slight angst ig

author note: i do write for the 100 book characters too, and sasha was one of my favs but i seriously need to reread. requested by @nickeverdeen 🫶

bellamy :

bellamy would blame himself.

if he had been paying attention, then he could’ve helped. he should’ve heard your shout, for him to move.

but no, you pushed him out of the way, and got the arrow lodged into your arm instead.

it should have been him.

the guilt would eat at him

he wouldn’t leave your side, constantly apologising and doting on you

no matter how many times you say you forgive him, he just feels even worse.

he would bring you flowers everyday. your favourites, of course

whenever abby comes in to check up on you, he would be listening attentively to whatever she says you need, and he would do it.

if you needed to change the bandage every few hours, he would do it for you, so gently.

if you needed help with anything, he’d be there.

sasha :

sasha would blame the enemies. she would never dare blame you, she’d be a hypocrite if she did. because she would have done the exact same for you.

the two of you shouldn’t have left mount weather, sasha’s father told you not to.

but you two wanted to help out, keep a look out.

when you two started getting shot at, she tried to hide.

but one of them found her. so you did what you could, and ran into him full speed, pushing him over.

you shouted at sasha to run, before more came. but she wanted to make sure the guy you had pushed was completely knocked out. it was a stupid decision.

the two of you shouldve ran while you could

as soon as you noticed there was another, with a gun, you jumped in front of sasha, right as the bullet was shot straight into your stomach.

when you woke the next morning, you could hardly remember anything.

she was sat beside you on the bed, holding your hand

“im sorry, those assholes are gone now. dont worry, your safe.”

she would be mad at them, but also at the both of you for going out in the first place.

clarke :

she would blame you.

clarke can take care of herself, and for you to just put yourself in danger like that? hell no.

the minute you awoke, she’d begin her lecture.

“you couldve died!” was said atleast 5 times

despite her anger, clarke really was just dead sick worried.

you are the one she loves, and she must always protect you

she hates that you took that bullet for her, and it will haunt her for weeks

she’d have nightmares of you dying and her failure to protect you

because what good was she to her people, if she couldn’t even protect the one she gave her heart to?

despite her anger and rants, you refuse to apologise for saving her. you’d do it again if you had to.

but, you do apologise for making her worried sick.

she forgives you eventually, and sets out for revenge immediately.

#bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #the 100 x reader #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 bellamy #the 100 preferences #clarke griffin x reader #clarke griffin #sasha walgrove #the 100 books

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squidkid15 · 1 year

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squid i am on my KNEES begging

tell me about the ghost au PLEASE

OKAY. OKAY SO.

Ghost AU.

First off.

TW: suicide, dark themes, death

Basically, ghost AU is...every Wukong's worst-case scenario. He spent too long alone, but this time...this time he didn't wait for a successor.

Sometime between Macaque's revival (that Wukong didn't know about) and the events of the show, Wukong ends his life.

It's gentle, it's quiet. It's calculated and planned. He set everything order, warded the mountain so that it would be safe even in his absence. And just let his power go.

Slowly, so the world could handle so much energy. So that it would be quiet and painless.

And, once the last of it was gone...the world remembers that much power.

He is dead. He is well and truly dead and gone. There is no bringing him back.

But the world remembers. And that's what the ghost is. The world's memory of what once was. The imprint of that much power that just...came back.

But it's not him, really. He doesn't remember anything, not even his name. He has vague feelings! The peach tree he woke up under - he likes those. And the mountain he's on, it has good vibes.

So does the warrior he searched for. He doesn't know why he looked for this monkey, but...but he feels familiar, even if he doesn't know his name.

Macaque is revived, and he's plotting what he's going to do. He's planning revenge, how to get back at the person that (he thinks) killed him.

And then one day his ghost shows up.

And...and Macaque can't be mad at him. Because the thing he's mad at is dead. This...this is a shell. That has no memory of what (macaque thinks) he did. This? The ghost? Is innocent, and did nothing wrong.

And Macaque realizes that, for as much as he was plotting how to take revenge on Wukong, that this? This isn't what he wanted. Now that he got what he was planning for - without having to do a thing - he realizes he didn't want this.

And...he's sort of stuck with the ghost now. Because it won't leave him, it recognizes some part of him, and just...follows him around.

We get to the show and MK is still a sort of accidental successor. All that magic that Wukong released before his death, eventually circles back and centers on MK, giving him the powers from the show. And that power is familiar to Wukong (who takes the name because that's what Macaque calls him) and he starts lingering around the noodle shop, till eventually MK notices. Mac gets sort of roped into being MK's mentor in the AU, since Wukong can't exactly do it in the state he's in.

But he's around.

The AU is so young but it already has me and @lotusmonkey in a gentle chokehold. So we don't have too many specifics about it once the show starts, but the meat of the AU is just...sort of littler moments. The dynamic between Mac and what's left of Wukong. Because Macaque never got closure, he never got to be angry about what happened, because there's nothing left to be angry at. The ghost did nothing wrong, but...he's all there's left to be angry at, so it's...complicated between them. At least for a little.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk ghost au #lmk macaque #squid speaks #liberhoe #answers #tw suicide #tw dark themes #tw death #god i adore this au #it hurts so bad and i love it

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thecatsaesthetics · 1 month

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Day Seven of Feyre Week - Free Day.

A one shot about Feyre getting revenge on the man who wronged her. Read here or on AO3

I study him, the man I had once loved. I looked through the small window on the prison door. His arms and feet were chained against the walls of the dungeon, he had blood running down the sides of his golden blond hair. He looked so beautiful, despite the blood and bruises now forming on his skin. His clothing had been shredded and I could see the well-formed muscles of his chest. I remembered a time I would curl up on that chest and take comfort from it.

His face hung downwards, and I was grateful I did not have to see those green eyes staring up at me.

I could feel my heart thud in my chest, not out of pity or pain for him but hatred. It felt like another lifetime ago that I had loved him so fiercely I had destroyed myself.

“Did Azriel get it out of him?” I ask Rhys, who was leaning against the wall casually picking lint off his cuffs.

Tamlin had been no match for the two of us, we had found him in Nyx’s room. He stood over my sleeping son’s cradle. Power had cracked from both Rhys and mine veins, and Rhys had been able to winnow him to the dungeons under Hewn City. I had summoned Azriel, he had gone into that dungeon, but I had been too panicked to wait around.

I held Nyx afterwards, to calm both him and me, the disturbance had woke him and I could only feel calm if I had him in my arms. At only five months old he hardly slept through the night. He enjoyed falling asleep in my arms, and I enjoyed having him there, my miraculous baby.

Nyx finally had gotten back to sleep, and Elain had promised to watch over him while I went to the dungeons to speak to Rhys. Azriel had been gone when I arrived, but I could see his work on Tamlin.

“He did, it was Koschei’s doing” Rhys said.

“Is he being controlled? Like Eris men?” I asked.

Koschei and the Queen had controlled Eris men months ago, and if he was capable of controlling Tamlin… It changed things. However, none of that lessened my fury at the man in the dungeon. I had sensed Tamlin in the room before waking, I had been sleeping in the rocking chair of Nyx’s room. I immediately shouted for Rhys through the bond, who had been sleeping in our room. The next moments all I knew was rage, white hot rage. If Rhys hadn’t questioned down the bond how he got through our wards I believe I might have killed Tamlin. We needed answers, because if Tamlin had broke into the home, anyone could.

“No”

“So he’s working with Koschei? why?” I turned my head towards Rhys, his violet eyes were on me intensely and I knew the truth would be devastating “Tell me.”

“Your father made a bargain with Koschei, his first born grandson in exchange for the help he provided during the war. With your father dead Koschei had no way to complete the bargain.”

“So, he went to Tamlin?” I asked, confused and shocked. My father handing over my son before he had ever been born… my heart stung. My father was long dead and could not explain his actions, maybe he had assumed he’d never get a grandson or maybe he was willing to trade away one life for thousands of others.

“Koschei needed someone else who would be willing to get Nyx” Rhys said.

“What does Koschei want from him?”

“Tamlin didn’t know that, and trust me Azriel tried very hard to get that out of him” Rhys went on, “Tamlin only cared about his part of the bargain.”

“Which was?” I asked, knowing the answer well.

“To get you back. Koschei apparently offered to erase your memories of The Night Court and me.”

My heart pounded, my stomach felt sick, I turned my head back to look at Tamlin hanging from the dungeon wall. I hoped it hurt, I hope the chains dug into his wrists, I hope it burned.

“Again… he betrays Prythian again to get me back” I said.

“Tamlin playing traitor to get what he wants seems to be a common enough theme” Rhys scoffed.

But darker thoughts rose in my mind, Koschei wanted Nyx and we didn’t know why.

“I left Nyx with Elain but…” Elain was still growing in her powers and what if Koschei was in the city, waiting for the delivery of my son.

Rhys putting a hand on my back.

“It’s why Azriel’s not here, he’s going back to the house. He’s getting the rest of them, Mor, Amren, Cassian and even Nesta to go back to the house.”

I let out a sigh of relief.

“Koschei will be found, and I don’t care what bargain your father made. He doesn’t get our son.” Rhys said reassuring me.

“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe my father…”

“I know, I’m so sorry Feyre” Rhys replied, “But the bargain died with your father, I think. Koschei wouldn’t have needed to make another if he it hadn’t.”

I nodded in agreement and sighed in relief; but it didn’t solve our immediate problem. What to do with the High Lord in our dungeon.

“We can deal with him tomorrow” Rhys said.

I shook my head and said:

“I’ll deal with him tonight.”

“You don’t have to, even if that’s what we decide we can get Azriel…”

“No” I cut him off, and through the bond I said

This is mine, my fight, my kill, my decision.

My eyes still gazing to Tamlin, the blood pouring off his face, the pitiful excuse of a male. I looked back at Rhys, no judgement on his face but I could sense his worry.

“You disagree” I wasn’t a question.

“You need to be sure, it’s a decision you can’t take back.”

“He tried to take me again, he tried to give our son to a monster” I said.

“I know, but taking the life another High Lord”

“After everything he’s done how are you speaking for him now” I snapped at Rhys. Tamlin didn’t deserve either of our compassion.

“No, I’m not” He insisted “I wanted to rip him to pieces the moment I saw him in that room. I’ve wanted him dead for centuries, but it changes things with him dead and we need to be prepared to face those consequences.”

“I’m sorry” I said, remembering how Tamlin caused the deaths of his mother and sister “I’m being selfish.”

“You’re not” Rhys said.

“How did you stomach it, all those years knowing he was alive after what he did?” I asked.

“It wasn’t easy, I never forgave him if that’s what your asking” Rhys said “But I knew killing him would cause more trouble than it was worth. You need to consider what trouble his death would cause, and if it’s worth it.

“Beron and Tarquin” I said, and I doubt the other High Lords would take too kindly to the killing of another High Lord.

“Beron will be furious but likely would use it as an excuse to ally against us, and Tarquin… I doubt he will mourn Tamlin but hate the instability it would cause.”

I stood back from the dungeon door and considered, considered it all. Tamlin had caused nothing but pain to everyone he encountered. Not just to Rhys and I, but my sisters, Lucien, his own people; all of them victims of the same beast.

“I thought he’d changed” I said softly, “After the war, after bringing you back. He told me to be happy and I thought he meant it. He was never healed, we know that, but I thought he had least let me go.”

“I thought he did too” Rhys said “When I visited during our first solstice, he wondered if you’d ever forgive him.”

“You told me” I nodded remembering Rhys detailing that trip, “how did this happen again?”

“It’s Nyx” Rhys said simply, “Lucien said he took the news poorly.”

I sighed, remembering the bruises on Lucien’s face when he recounted how Tamlin had heard of my pregnancy. Rhys and I had been considering at that point asking Tamlin for help, with shapeshifting while pregnant. We were running out of options on how to save our lives, but when Lucien came to us the day after we knew we could not. Tamlin was a liability, tonight proved it.

“He’s not fit to be a High Lord.” I said with certainty, “Look at how he treats his own people, his lands. He doesn’t care who gets hurt, he only cares for himself. The Night Court, and Prythian, will be better off with a new High Lord of Spring.”

One who could manage his lands, who didn’t run around in beast form, or pinning away for a female long gone.

“He has no direct heir” Rhys said, “I’m not sure who the power would transfer to, it might be a distant cousin or anyone the land chooses.”

“I’d rather deal with that problem then him the rest of our lives” I said, “I’d rather deal with Beron, or anyone else’s fury then have to worry for the rest of my life his desperate attempts to steal me back.”

Rhys nodded; it was decided.

From the pocket realm I summoned a knife, a smooth shark blade. I remembered back to another time, another lifetime, where I had picked up a blade and killed for Tamlin.

“You don’t have to do it like that” Rhys said, and I knew he was also reminded of that moment. “You could shatter his mind; I could show you how.”

I shook my head.

“I need to end this my way Rhys” I said, my grip on the knife tightened. I heard a slight moan from the dungeon, he was awake.

“I can knock him out again, to make it easier.”

“Just make him unable to speak, I want him to hear me, I want him to know it’s me” I said, thinking back to my horror of finding him standing over my sleeping son’s cradle.

Rhys nodded, and I entered the dungeon.

Tamlin struggled against the chains, but his brute strength was nothing against the magic and wards of the Night Court. Without whatever magic Koschei had given him to sneak into our city he was helpless. Our prisoner. Completely under our power, and I smiled at the thought. He thought our court was weak, defenseless, that he could sneak in and steal me, it’s High Lady, away.

Tamlin eyed the knife in my hand and opened his mouth to speak.

“You don’t get to speak” I said, toying with the knife “You thought any of this would get me back. You think Rhys and I wouldn’t have fought everything to ensure our son’s safety.”

I took a step closer to him, he still had his mouth open like a gapping fish.

“You’re a monster, the same beast that came through my door years ago” I said “But worse, you’re a traitor. You would betray and backstab anyone if you got your way. No matter who it hurt, no matter if I wanted you back or not. All you care about is yourself.”

Tamlin struggled against the chains, and his mouth kept opening and closing, unable to form words.

“You hurt everyone you ever touch” I said thinking of Lucien’s bruises, of my sisters coming out of the cauldron, Rhys’ mother and sister, my own suffering at his hands. I drew closer to him “I told you once if you tried to take me from my family, if you tried to take me from my mate I would destroy you. You didn’t listen, and I did.”

My hands began to sweat, and I put the knife up to his heart. Not touching, not yet.

“But I left you alive then, and I had hoped you would have learned a lesson. Instead, you tried to kidnap my son, my child in some demented plan to get me back.” The knife was now touching his chest, not yet drawing blood. Tamlin’s eyes shot downwards, and back up at mine. Fear, terror, horror was what I saw in them. Good. I wanted that.

“Did you think I would let you get away with it?” I asked rhetorically. I pushed the knife deeper, just enough to scratch. “You probably thought it would be Rhys doing this and he would have if I had wanted it that way. But I want to do this, I want you to know the monster I am willing to become to save my family.”

Again, he opened his mouth, and I could tell he was pleading. I had no mercy, no mercy in my veins for him. He had done enough, and I would happily become a monster to ensure he never harmed another soul.

I pulled the knife back and then jammed it in his heart. Blood poured out of him and onto my hand. Tamlin looked down to knife in his heart, to my hand covered in blood, shock was all over my face.

“I hope wherever you end up next it is nothing but misery. You don’t deserve a happy ending, or my mercy.”

I stood there, holding the knife in his chest, allowing the blood to flow over me. I pulled the knife out once the life left Tamlin’s eyes. His dead body was the only reminder of him in the room. I collapsed on the dungeon floor.

Within seconds Rhys was on the dirty floor with me, and I couldn’t help but let out a flood of tears. Not tears of grief, never grief for a man who had only caused me harm. The tears were of both relief and fear. Tamlin might be gone, but Nyx, the baby I had nearly died for, was in danger.

“Koschei wants him” I said terror shaking my body. “He won’t stop until he has him”

I let Rhys embrace me and he kissed my forehead through the bond said:

He didn’t succeed, and Koschei will never take our son. We won’t allow it.

“I know, I know” I muttered back, if we had another battle to face so be it.

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PREDICTABLE FEELING (part four)

kendall roy x fem reader

note: sorry i haven't been posting!! I've been kinda busy with uni and some other stuff

summary: it's the day where kendall finds out about your transfer to, not his dad, not shiv, but his brother roman; oh the many emotions that will build up once he finds out about this decision of yours.

parts: pt.1 // pt.2 // pt.3

content/warning: angst?/ fluff, degrading from roman? jealousy

You knew what effects it would have on kendall, being now the assistant of roman, in this case, knowing his history, he's not the type of person you would want to work with; kinda gross, pretty mean to his employees, actually that's pretty much everyone in the Roy family, but doesn't empathize that much like the rest, although he does from time to time, and oh, he has a type, but mostly has it for everyone he works with. Those are a few reasons why kendall will find this infuriating.

It's the next morning, and you're sleeping still; it was a long night of course. In your sleep, you were dreaming about being alone, in an abandoned city, no one in sight, full of green and large buildings surrounding you, nothing but yourself out there, until, you turn around and there it was kendall, kissing a mysterious woman behind you, so you tried to avoid it and started running, and as you may know, running in a dream, not really easy; may I also add, you were half naked, the dream was turning into a nightmare almost, kendall and the mysterious woman started to laugh at you, and you couldn't escape even when you had a whole city you could run around to. In conclusion, insecurity: check.

There was tho, an unfamiliar sound in that dream, like buzzing; The sound turned out to be from your phone, your eyes open, and immediately tried to grab the cellphone thinking it was an alarm, however, it wasn't an alarm, it was someone calling you; you rub your eyes, attempting to get your sight straight, you got out of bed, cleared your throat, and answered the call. "yes... who's this?" It was an unknown number. "wakey wakey dummy... uuh sorry I think I shouldn't talk to you like that from now on." You stand up from your bed, it made you react, it was roman on the other side. "I'm calling from an unknown number because someone tried to kill me and-" Roman starts chuckling, you weren't that amused with his attempted joke, as he tries to stop to compose himself so that he could continue talking to you. "sorry, I think this new decision of yours, made my life a little more interesting, this call by the way it's from my driver's phone, I forgot mine at my office-" Everything from last night were a bit of a blur. "wait- sorry, what... decision?" You didn't want to look unprofessional but you had to ask anyway. "I'm pretty sure it's you working for me? don't you remember?" You froze, as you connected those blurry fragments from when you were about to go to sleep, writing that email to roman. "right! yeah sorry, I just woke up, I remember." You did recall writing roman addressing your needs to transfer, of course, all because of kendall; that you do remember, he even appeared in your dream. "...sure, so I'll be there at my office shortly, you should be there too." You didn't know if you were crazy or if roman's voice was sounding mischievous, as if he was planning an evil scheme, but again, you were the one planning the whole thing.

Walking your way to Waystar, you kept thinking if this was the right call, was this revenge? trying to hurt kendall? or just to avoid him? The only thing you know is that it came over you just like that, last night; so, if deciding in a matter of second the need to be away from kendall, must be because of something.

You finally get to roman's office, he greets you first. "oh hey hey, come on in, quick." He didn't even let you speak for that matter, he was also very quiet, and quickly closed the door behind as soon as you stepped in. "so?... sorry, i really do wanna ask, how did he take it? did he start punching into walls or talked like an idiot... I am hurt, what you did wasn't cool, it wasn't, I didn't like it-" Roman was mimicking kendall in a mockingly way, as you stood still in front of him, analysing the situation. "... don't know why he's so direct and serious when confronting someone, he's a weird guy I must say, my poor brother." You zone back in. "hold on... what do you mean? I didn't tell him anything." Roman eyes lit up with excitement but he's brows showed confusion. "what do you mean you didn't tell him? he doesn't actually knows you're not his assistant anymore? that's- I feel like that's mean, was it supposed to be mean? or you just forgot?" Roman hit you with a hundred questions at a time, you back off a little bit. "all i can say, is that it was personal, and for even that reason, I decided to transfer, to you." Roman mockingly gasps as if he has heard the most interesting gossip. "I guess I misjudged you after all." You could read his face and whole body as he leaned closer, and his pupils dilated, that he was, flirting? It was surprising, but for some reason, you didn't want to stop him. You were hurt enough from yesterday to know you shouldn't let yourself hide crawled inside a cacoon; no, you let it flow. And because of that, roman seemed a bit stunned with your attitude, which it was, not stopping him. "mhm... weird you didn't fall back... you must really be touch deprived." holy shit. That's all you could think of.

As this weird tension was building up, someone stormed in the office, it was Kendall, you didn't think you would see him this early. You pushed yourself away from roman right after he walked in, you were on edge, mouth sealed, with eyes wide open. "roman what the hell it's this text you-" Kendall looked up, and sees you, he becomes speechless. He tries to slowly get closer to you, to say hi, and to talk; but you back away with your head bent down. Roman steps in the middle. "sorry bro, she's not yours anymore, I am in charge here." Kendall felt really jumbled with roman's cocky statement. "wha- what do you mean? is this what the text was about... hey, y/n what's happening here?" His eyes were looking at you when asking to you, but you were looking down the whole time. "yeah... it seems she's not answering to you, only to me." Roman shrugs, he's enjoying this. "you're gonna need to leave we have work to do, do you mind?" Roman slightly pushes kendall out of the room, as kendall tries to stay inside, couldn't take his eyes off of you, waiting for the slightest info to come from you. When roman got him to the door, he tells him to look at him, as he quietly speaks. "it wasn't my decision here, sorry to disappoint you, but it looks like someone preferred better quality time..."

Kendall frowns, his whole face is pure sadness, however, you didn't know, that his heart shattered a little bit, on the outside, on the inside tho, big time. His mind kept circulating back to last night, if he was crushed then, imagine this right moment. He began to feel in denial, of everything he was going through, he didn't need to be heartbroken, but here we are. Roman was waiving at him from behind the glass, as kendall felt pressured to leave, but again, hasn't taken his eyes off of you, hoping you two could lock eyes at any moment. For you, it wasn't revenge anymore, it was hurtful, for both of you, but, you have made your decision, it was too late to back up. Right before kendall left, he stopped staring from the other side of the glass, as he felt low-spirited, walking down the other way, with much less energy. "wasn't it too much?..." You asked roman feeling really guilty. Roman still watching his brother leaving that floor. "uuh- probably... can't believe he still gets sad like that." Roman did felt bad about it, but still kept on teasing his brother. He turns to you and focuses back again. "so, long story short, mostly it's just calls and coffee, I have other people who does more important stuff like that." Hopefully you didn't just downgrade your payment.

You were all day following around roman, and thankfully, he was easy on you, you thought it would be worse, but your mind wasn't at all calm, since yesterday. As for today, you've been distracting yourself a lot. "hellooo... come back- is your battery dead or something... hey!" Roman claps right in front of your face; you jumped and came out of trance. "sorry... I heard you, and yes, I've made that call this morning, she said said they would be glad to meet and make arrangements." Roman smirks, feels like a winner. "great... stay here, I've gotta do something else." You had no idea was roman was talking about, but it didn't sound too important, so you didn't care and stayed put, scrolling through your phone. At one point something catches your eye, you looked sideways, where the bathroom where, at the end of the hall; it was kendall going inside. It triggered you seeing him, you panicked, the dilemma was holding you back, gripping onto your pants, determinating which angle should you stand on; the obvious one, talk to him about this situation, maybe an apology... or avoid any sense of drama and move on. He was so close for you to make amends, just walking down the hall. Roman didn't come back yet, so you impulsively react, and decided to stand up, go straight to that bathroom.

Strong walk, really determined, looking straight to that door like if it were a matador and you the bull, about to face all kind of confrontation you're not comfortable with. However, as soon as you get to the men's bathroom door, you stopped walking, you start to get nervous, almost hyperventilating, this talk, not really your style, yours would be, not talking. But there you were, about to face him. You took two deep short breaths, look over the two sides of the hall, monitoring if anyone were witnessing, all clear, so you entered, slowly, trying not to make a sound. You walked in, silently, examined the restroom, lowered your torso enough to see how many feet there were inside, scanning each cubicle. There was only one, and you knew it was him. Only you and him in there. You hear a zip from his zipper, then opened the door of his cubicle, you jumped and hide behind one of those.

You didn't know why you were hiding in the first place, you were already inside, and he was going to see you there anyways, so, while he was washing his hands, you reveal yourself. Time to not make this awkward.

"hey, ken..." Kendall jumped, clearly thought he was completely alone in there. "jesus, you fucking scared me..." He laid back, zoned back in. "what- are you doing here?" you moved closer to him without saying a word, neither did he. You could spot some shine in his eyes the closer you got. "I wanted to talk about yesterday..." Kendall frowned for just a second, like an instant reaction. You try to get yourself together, to let out those words you had in your mind, avoiding his looks, while kendall was gazing at you. "it was all... probably a mistake, it happened all very quickly... so that's why I decided to-" Kendall puts his hand on top of yours, that was already resting on top of the sinks countertop, that's when you finally lock eyes with him. "in my opinion... it wasn't a mistake, I know that you tend to be insecure about this, I know who you are... but, you deserve to have some fun now and then... sorry I couldn't give that to you."

Something about that speech he probably had prepared down to tell you, made you vulnerable, and made you realized that perhaps he was right, it wasn't wrong. He looked a little bit embarrassed, thinking you may agree with him, but you tho, were making full straight eye contact, contemplating him whole. While making eyes at him the full time, you slowly moved your hand to grab his, making a slight strong grip. It was a non-verbal gesture, very much your style, to let him know that you forgave him, and wanted to have that fun he was talking about. Kendall glanced over your hands, and then back to you, he understood what you were trying to say. It was with him

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November 15, 2021

Soobin was pacing nervously in the very farthest corner of the library. He had 30 minutes until his college entrance exam was slotted to begin, and he was freaking out. He had spent weeks studying and preparing, but he woke up that morning feeling as if he knew absolutely nothing. While his friends had reassured him that he was fully prepared and would do great, Soobin did not believe them one bit. This was too important to mess up.

So even as he could very faintly hear his friends goofing off and yelling about god-knows-what, he was reading a textbook and reading aloud to himself quietly. It helped him concentrate, the pacing, kept him moving and his blood flowing while his brain remainded engaged. The library was empty, save for himself, so Soobin really didn't even need to be in the farthest corner.

He wanted as much peace and quiet as possible before the dreaded exam. The school was almost entirely empty, except for the seniors who were there for their entrance exams. The rest of the students were given the day off, so no distractions would disturb the seniors. There wasn't even a librarian in that day, at least as far as Soobin could tell, as she hadn't made her Prescence known in the two hours Soobin had been there.

Soobin's decision to do extra studying that day would be the biggest regret of his young life. If he hadn't been there, or perhaps if you weren't there. Yeah, it wasn't his fault. It was yours.

It started off slowly, Soobin's nose twitching at the sudden intrusion on his senses- something stunk. Stunk bad. The stench had started off so slow, but became so overpowering to Soobin's sensitive nose, that he began evacuating the library. He didn't know what was going on, but if his hunch was right, the Choi twins had snuck into the school and set off a stink bomb in the library.

How unfortunate for him to be correct. He could hear you and your brother snickering just outside the doors as he got closer and closer, determined to get out before the actual stink explosion happened.

He was not in luck.

Soobin swore that the stink bomb was so powerful that he passed out as soon as it fully went out, because all he could remember is walking to the door and then the next, laying on the hallway floor outside the library.

"Come on!" Soobin could hear Beomgyu yelling; the two of you must have been caught in the school. Soobin groggily sat up, slowly becoming more and more aware that he smelled absolutely awful. His eyes widened as he watched you and Beomgyu run across the adjoining hallway, a teacher hot on your trail.

A groan left Soobin as he checked his watch; five minutes until the exam. Soobin shot up in alarm, securing his backpack and racing to the exam. Where did so much time go? Did he really pass out from your stink bomb? He didn't have time to dwell. He needed to take his exam.

The hallway was empty as he approached the room; everyone must have been inside. Soobin knocked on the closed door, unsure if he should simply walk in. The teacher in charge of monitoring the exam opened the door and almost slammed in shut in Soobin's face.

"I'm sorry, you cannot take the exam. You should practice better hygiene."

Soobin didn't need more than those words to know that he stunk so bad that nobody could stand to be stuck in a closed room with him for hours.

Soobin was embarrassed, heartbroken, and he was pissed. The Choi twins were normally harmless, albeit incredibly annoying, but this time they had gone too far. He swore to himself that day, that he would hate the pair of you until the end of time. And if it so happened, maybe one day he would get his revenge.

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Little Sparrow Chapter Three

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

I could hear Loki shuffling around the next morning and I opened my eyes to find him standing, shirtless, in front of his dresser. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the scars littering his back.

“Loki?”

He turned to face me, his eyes wide, as he grabbed a random shirt and thrust his arms through the sleeves. I quickly got up, placing a hand on his arm, stopping his movements.

“Loki, stop,” I murmured, taking the shirt from his arms and tossing it on the dresser. “W-what happened here?” I asked, slowly turning him around and tracing the scars along his back.

“Why do you care?” he hissed.

“I’m your girlfriend, remember?” I shot back.

He scoffed at this and turned to face me. “It happened a long time ago. Odin was holding a 6 year old hostage and I let her go.”

“He did this to you because you let a 6 year old free?”

He nodded, his eyes searching mine.

“Do you know what happened to her after?”

He shook his head. “Not until recently.”

My brows furrowed and he explained. “I saw her again not long ago. She’s alive.”

I smiled. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? You saved her life.”

He nodded, a sad smile crossing his lips.

“Yeah, it’s good.” His thumb gently brushed my cheek. “I’m glad she’s happy.”

“How old were you?”

“Ten.”

My hands moved across his chest. “You didn’t deserve that, Loki.”

He smiled softly. “You truly are the Avengers’ Little princess, aren’t you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re far too kind to those who don’t deserve it.” With that he grabbed his shirt off the dresser, pulled it over his head, and began walking toward the door.

“Why don’t you think you deserve it?” I called to him as he reached the door, his hand gripping the doorknob.

“You have no idea what I’ve done.” He turned his head, just barely looking at me. “Just go back to sleep. It’s barely six AM.”

“Why are you up?”

“I have things to take care of.”

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I woke to the sound of two distinct voices arguing, one of which I recognized as Loki’s.

“Mother seems perfectly fine with taking her! What’s your problem?”

“She’s an Avenger! We’ve already lost your brother to them. I will not have you going rogue too! How do you know she isn’t a spy?”

“I don’t!” Loki yelled. “And keep your mouth shut about Thor. You’re the one who pushed him away!”

There was a sharp slapping sound and I quickly jumped out of the bed as I heard a female voice speak up.

“Odin!” she hissed.

I swung the door open and found Loki standing a few doors down, holding his hand to his cheek. His eyes locked with mine and he straightened his back, removing his hand.

“Sorry, little one. Did we wake you?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s alright. I was already awake,” I lied, making my way to him as he and the man and woman also approached.

“Are you alright?” I asked him and he nodded.

I turned to Odin, his eyes practically flashing daggers at me. There was something familiar and terrifying in his cold eyes, something I could swear I’ve seen before.

Loki took my hand, pulling me against his chest. “Good morning,” he murmured, before pulling away and looking down at me. “Mother’s taking you into town to get some clothes.”

The woman approached us. “Nice to meet you, dear. I’m Frigga, Loki’s mother.”

“I’m Y/n.”

She smiled and Odin huffed in annoyance. “You’re fools and when this blows up in your face don’t come to me to clean up your mess.” He turned to Loki. “You’re a fool.”

My breath caught in my throat as the familiar words left his lips.

“Have we met before?” I asked, looking between Odin and Loki.

Odin scoffed, a sickening smile spreading across his lips as he turned to Loki.

“You didn’t tell her?”

“Shut up,” Loki hissed.

“Loki, what is he talking about?”

“Nothing. He’s a liar.”

I pushed against Loki’s chest, releasing myself from his hold.

“What the hell is he talking about?” I hissed.

Frigga cautiously approached me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Come with me, dear. Let’s leave them for a bit.”

I pulled away from her. “What aren’t you telling me?” I yelled and Loki flinched slightly as Odin laughed.

“You really don’t remember?”

“Remember what?”

He shook his head and laughed.

“Fuck you!” I screamed.

This seemed to anger him and his laughter stopped as he crossed the hall toward me. I held my head high as he approached, towering over me. I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, gently pulling me backward.

“That’s enough,” Loki growled, staring his father down before moving his lips to my ear. “Are you alright?” he asked.

I nodded, still angry with him for the secrets he refused to share with me. I pulled away from him and made my way to our shared room, slamming the door behind me and flopping onto the bed. I closed my eyes and the room seemed to spin around me.

Can you leave the lights on?

I heard my own voice in my head, attached to a memory that didn’t exist.

Why are you letting me go?

There was a knock on the door and it slowly opened, revealing Frigga in the doorway. I sat up as she approached.

“May I sit?” she asked, pointing to the bed.

“Do whatever you want,” I spat, looking away from her. “It’s your house.”

“I’ve asked Loki to give you some space.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” I turned to face her. “Your husband is an asshole and your son is a liar. So, tell me. Which one are you?”

She smiled. “Well, I don’t consider myself a liar and no one’s ever called me an asshole to my face. Is there perhaps a third option?”

I rolled my eyes and she chuckled. It was a warm sound, a complete contrast to her husband’s sadistic laughter.

“You don’t trust me, dear, that much I can tell. But it’s obvious my son cares about you.”

I scoffed. “What exactly did he tell you of our relationship?”

“Oh, I know about your deal,” she smiled. “I also know my son.”

“And what is my history with your son? What was your husband talking about?”

She smiled but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I’m afraid that’s not my story to tell.”

“Apparently your husband felt differently.”

“There are many things Odin does that I don’t agree with.”

“Including beating your son?”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Shit. Did she truly not know? Was she playing dumb? Or was she surprised I knew?

“Loki told me about how he let a child escape… and Odin beat him for it. He still has the scars.”

“He told you about that?”

“You knew about that?”

She looked away from me, tears in her eyes. “Of course I knew. I threatened to leave him that night and as far as I know… he’s never done it again.”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

“Because my sons would’ve been fatherless and this life… as difficult as it is… it offers protection.” She returned her gaze to me. “I’m surprised Loki would tell you about that. He’s usually a very private person.”

“He didn’t mean to tell me… it just sort of happened. I saw the scars and asked him what happened.”

She nodded, taking my hands in hers. “I know that this is a mutual agreement between you and my son… not a real relationship… but I must ask one thing of you.”

I nodded and she continued. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I replied. “Besides, we don’t have feelings for each other. You can’t hurt someone who doesn’t care about you.”

Her lips pressed together in a thin line as she held back a smile. “Of course. However, I ask it all the same.”

“I have no intentions of hurting your son.”

My phone buzzed as the words left my lips and I took it out.

It was Tony.

I called your friends and I know you’re not with any of them. Where the hell are you?

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