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becausesomething · 2 months

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Maybe in another Life - ZoSan OneShot

just a smut and touchy oneshot after getting into the zosan zone and got obsessed! 🚬x🗡

-Wake up, mosshead!

Zoro just opens one eye and yawns.

-You're the only one awake and I could use some help cleaning up the mess that Luffy and the others left in the kitchen.

-tsc, I'm woken up to play maid?!

Sanji lights a cigarette to ease his irritation and having to swallow his pride to ask for help. But also suppressing emotions he struggled to ignore.

-There is a bottle of sake from the special stock waiting for you.

Zoro gets up, grabs his swords and heads to the kitchen, without thinking or looking twice at Sanji.

As usual, they divided the tasks naturally and helped each other. Zoro had finished tidying up the dishes and sits at the table, while Sanji finished cleaning the counters.

-More sake Ero-Cook !

-I'm not your employee, marimo, go get it yourself!

Zoro snorts, but gets up and goes to the cupboard to get another bottle. As he turned to go back to the table, Sanji, who was passing by, bumped into him. Their faces are very close and the tension they both feel is noticeable.

-Are you blushing for me, nosebleed boy?

-Shitty swordsman, be aware of personal space!

Zoro, in the heat of the moment, grabs him by the waist and leans him against the closet, supporting himself with one hand.

-Those lips...

-What do you think you're doing, idiot?

Zoro continues to look at him intensely, without letting him break his gaze. In that moment of tension, Sanji loses his temper and begins the kiss that would change his routine. As he had imagined, Zoro's lips, despite being rough, were delicious to feel, especially with that sake flavor. For Zoro, that kiss was necessary, he needed to have those thin, soft lips against his. What was supposed to be just a kiss ended up in both of them prolonging that moment so desired and repressed. Zoro lets go of his waist and moves away from him, picking up the bottle he had placed on the counter and sitting back down at the table.

-Will you accompany me, er-Cook?

Sanji, still glued to the closet, takes a few seconds to assimilate what had just happened. He puts his fingers to his lips, lets out a smile and prepares to light a cigarette as he walks to the table.

That spring night, when they had left Arabasta, emotions finally spoke louder than shame. Words that were never said, because actions spoke louder. During the day they continued their constant rivalry, but when night came and the rest of the gang went to rest, they both allowed themselves to let their guard down and enjoy each other's company.

(...)

Sanji wakes up and doesn't see Zoro anywhere, his heart pounds with fear. He goes looking for it and that's when he finds it. Standing, with torn clothes, covered in blood, and a lifeless look. "Nothing happened", those words cut deeper than knives or glass. That vision of the person he was beginning to love caused a pain he couldn't understand, but he didn't want to feel it again.

(...)

-Dumb browns, I missed you in bed.

Zoro finds him standing on the deck looking at the sea that night when the moon was not shining.

-You're an idiot, an idiot swordsman.

Zoro tries to grab him to steal the kiss, but is stopped by a kick from Sanji that almost hits him, if he weren't faster even though he was injured.

-tsc, what's wrong with you?

-You. The way you took that pain and are here you are looking for me, as if you weren't all hurt.

-I only did it to save you, to save us all!

Zoro, taking advantage of being more muscular, grabs Sanji by the arm and in the movement of pulling him towards him, steals a kiss from him. A kiss that for Zoro was a drug to calm the physical pain. A kiss that for Sanji was bittersweet, because it was also a drug that he couldn't get enough of. When the lips come apart, their eyes meet, but soon Sanji looks away again to the sea and lets go of Zoro.

-Zoro-kun

The only sounds that could be heard were the waves hitting the ship and their hearts beating hard.

-I don't think I'm able to continue this...

Sanji lights a cigarette and expels the smoke, avoiding Zoro's surprised look.

-The pain of thinking that I had lost you when I woke up, the anguish of having found you in that state, the weight of knowing that you are too much for me.-I knew you were an idiot, but not as much as a weak-ass cook.

(...)

After Sanji finds Zoro in Sabaody, his heart doesn't fit in his chest. It had been two long years of living a miserable life and the thought that helped him overcome that hell was that his idiot mooshead was still alive, so there was still hope in trying to remedy the terrible mistake he had made. He just didn't expect to find a completely different man in front of him.

-I thought a lot, all this time... I still have feelings for you. No, I mean, what I felt never went away, no matter how much I tried to deny it or bury it. When I look at you... I still feel butterflies. I can't describe how happy you make me.

Sanji closes his eyes, feeling emotional as he remembers all the moments they both spent together. Zoro crosses his arms and looks him in the eyes.

-Listen Cook, ... Sanji ... After you rejected me ... more than two years ago ... I got over how I felt about you.

Sanji exhales deeply, in an attempt not to be crushed by those words that hurt like knives.

-Sorry - says Zoro, placing his hand on Wado.

-Damn, maybe in another life - says Sanji, lighting a cigarette and looking passionately into Marimo's eyes one last time before facing the rest of the gang.

-Maybe... Ero-Cook - says Zoro who is already ahead, hiding his expression.

english is not my first language, even thought I use it more than my native tongue. I try my best to adapt it 🫣

#onepiece fanfiction #zosan #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #fanficbiiyue

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lobanri · 3 years

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i wrote a -shitty, tbh, but it wouldn’t stop haunting my shower time- richie tozier’s stand up post-canon thing, on a everyone lives au. i lost the thread a bit near the end, so i’m putting it up here and maybe i’ll post it on ao3 at some point. enjoy.

So I’m guessing- and I’m probably right, which is decidedly not how my guesses tend to go- that a lot of you came here to see if I could offer a better explanation than the tabloids about what happened last show, because (voice changes to a higher pitched, mocking voice): ‘Richie, what the genuine fuck was that’, (voice switches back.) right?

Well gee! Am I ever here to answer. And also maybe to give a stand-up performance whose entire script I threw out in favour of, like, maybe four jokes I scraped together with what’s left of my brain.

But! Explanation first.

Okay. (short pause.) So. Imagine you’re me, the fantastic -that’s a joke in itself, right there- Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. You’re about to go out and perform in front of, okay, maybe not that many people, but still a good number, and you’re like, only a bit nervous. And then.

You get a phone call.

It’s an unknown number. It says so, right there on the screen of your phone that’s all smudged and disgusting and maybe a little bit cracked ‘cause you keep dropping it doing dumb shit.

(again, his voice changes to a higher pitched, mocking voice)

“Oh Richie, was it someone you knew?” (voice switches back.) Of course not, dumbass, that’s why I said unknown. Duh.

But on with the tale.

Now, am I the type of person that answers unknown numbers? Normally, no. If your phone got stolen and you’ve ever called me from a burrowed phone about it, now you know why nobody picked up. But remember, I was about to go out into the level of hell that is an audience- not that I don't love it, I do, but being stared, and occasionally laughed at for around an hour is not what most people find a relaxing afternoon experience.

So I picked up. Thought it’d maybe be a wrong number that would leave the other person feeling very awkward and me only slightly less so. Maybe I’d get an idea for a joke, who knows.

Suffice to say, given the whole clusterfuck that was my last show, it wasn’t a wrong number.

I pick up. I go, “Hello, who is this?”, because that’s what you say when you answer a call.

The other dude goes “Hi Richie, it’s Mike.”

In my head, I go ‘oh’. So first, apparently this is not a wrong number! Second, Mike? I don’t know any Mikes, who’s Mike?

Third, I go “Oh, shit.”

Now, have you ever noticed that a lot of comedians talk about their childhoods a lot? I’ve realized that they do this for one of three reasons; either their parents are funny, they had very fun childhoods, or they had a lot of therapy. I don’t talk about my childhood because none of those applied to me, and also because I repressed like a full 90% of it from trauma. I now have a therapist, which means I can tell you people some of it. Also because most of it came back from repression-land right there and then, because turns out I do in fact know a Mike!

Mike my childhood friend! From my childhood gang!

...The same childhood I happily repressed for twenty seven years, in fact.

Mostly from trauma.

Now you might realize that it’s literally two minutes until I have to go out in front of all you lovely judging strangers who have expectations of me already!

I certainly did. So did my agent- lovely man, genuinely hates me so much- who nevertheless had to send me out like some poor lost lamb sent to be sacrificed at the altar. So I come out- not in that way, but keep tuned to that-

Oh wow that was loud. We’ll get to that, don’t you worry. Now that’s going to be fun. If you haven’t seen Twitter, have fun figuring this out.

But let’s try to keep this mess chronological -big word for me, I know, I stole it off some other guy.

I come out, and then I can’t remember my joke, and I can’t remember my name, and I don’t remember where I am, but turns out I can remember the time my friends and I found a corpse!

So anyway, I puke on stage.

Glamorous way to end a show, I know, but in my defense I was pretty busy.

I’d like to make a segue here- who here grew up in a small town?

Yeah? Okay, this entire bit is for y’all. The rest of you big city folk can just check your phones or whatever.

So I grew up in a small town in Maine, called Derry. Pretty quaint, didn’t have much, there was one arcade, one pharmacy owned by a pedophile, one old abandoned -extremely haunted- crack house, and like a couple tiny stores. My friends and I used to hang out at the quarry and at that same old house, which was cool at the time and gross in hindsight.

I’ll tell you what it’s most known for; it’s the child murder capitol of the entire United States.

Oh, that’s some silence there. Are you perhaps uncomfortable? Maybe wondering if you heard that right? I’ll repeat it louder then.

IT WAS THE CHILD. MURDER. CAPITOL.

OF THE ENTIRE UNITED STATES.

AND I GREW UP THERE. A CHILD.

Is it clearer now why I repressed that entire experience?

So. Derry. Terrible, terrible, racist, homophobic, sexist Derry. Would I have loved to never go back? Yeah, of course. Who would?

This idiot. And his entire gang of childhood friends. Because Mike called us and went ‘Hey, could you guys come back? It’s important.’ And we went, because Mikey literally never asks for shit, so clearly this was going to be terrible. If Mike was on fire, I’m pretty sure he’d take care of it and then never mention it again.

I’ve mentioned the others a couple of times before- of course, Mike, who’s a librarian in Derry- or was, but that’s later. But, there are seven of us in our little Loser’s Club! That is the actual name, by the way. Seven Losers.

Even if Stan made us think that was wrong, because while my reaction to remembering Derry was to puke, his was to fake his death. Yes. If you can believe it, he literally fucking faked his death to get out of that reunion.

I’ll move on a bit so I don’t spend the rest of the show dissing Stan the Man and his extreme as fuck reactions- would you believe that this man is an accountant? Like, what the fuck? Now whenever I see an accountant I wonder if they’re the type of person that would fake their death to get out of things and it’s fucking with my head every time I have to go to the bank.

Okay. Seven- six not counting me, we’ve talked about Mike, and I’ve already said why Stan wasn’t there- we’re left with the weirdest group you’ve seen; Ben Hanscom, or Handsome really, that man got so hot, who’s a famous architect, Beverly Marsh, Bevs, very famous fashion designer -hell yeah she is actually my friend, I know, it’s weird- William Denbrough, Big Bill himself, horror author with terrible endings, leader of out weird gang, and last but the very opposite of least Eddie Kapsbrak, risk analyzer, the most germaphobic person I’ve met, who also wore fanny packs while we were kids. The last part tells you very little about him but I feel like I have to mention it from time to time, because he’s hot and all now but in my head he always had a fanny pack and it freaks me out a bit to see him without one. I also made ‘your mom’ jokes at him all the time, mostly for attention but also because sometimes he’d snap back and just verbally gut me like a fish, and I? Loved that shit.

For those of you that look like you just came to a realization, yes. You’d be right. But we’re just gonna ignore it for now, because some of the others didn’t get it yet, and I’m not gonna hold your hand until you do, I feel like I’ve dropped enough hints already.

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

They’re all hot and I hate it. How come they get to grow up and get muscles and I get to grow up to look like a beanstalk with some fucking bug-eyes and a shitty party city wig? I used to call Eddie “Eddie Spaghetti”, but then turns out that the actual noddle here was me all along.

Well. I’ll get the reunion out of the way and move to the important part; what did Mike call us there for? The answer may not surprise you, given that we were in fact in Derry, but guess what? If you thought ‘child murder’ you win nothing at all, but you’d be right. There was in fact a serial killer! Who was, uh, also… a cannibal.

Terrible, right?

But you’d think ‘this sounds weird’, right? Some unknown dude is killing and eating people, yes, but what does that have to do with lil ol’ me?

Now’d be the time to point out that Bill’s little brother Georgie disappeared twenty seven years previous and turned out to have been literally murdered and possibly eaten along with like, some other six or seven people. And at the time, Big Bill made us all go along to go look for him. In the sewers. While we were also kids. Y’know, like those other kids that got killed.

Big Bill was charismatic, but that doesn’t mean he was the wisest guy, okay. And we were also dumb and young, so that was pretty much all it took.

Thing is that we, uh, …did actually end up finding a serial killer in the sewers. So.

Who was it? Henry Bowers. Our middle school bully. To those true crime fans that recognize the name, yeah, that Bowers.

It didn’t turn out to be that much of a surprise that our bully was the dude killing people, actually, because he was the most fucked-up kid I ever met. He broke Eds’s arm and tried to carve his name on Ben, which is genuinely fucking nuts, right? Like, what? The everliving fuck? I think he liked to kick puppies.

Now, this time around, you’d think it was some fucked up copycat or something? Nope. Dude escaped to try again, this time dressed as a clown.

You think I’m joking here? He literally dressed as a clown to kill people. I could not begin to tell you why.

He can’t tell you, either, because he’s currently, uh, sort of dead. As in, someone buried an axe in his spine and he died.

In my defense-

(louder)

he was trying to kill Mike and you’ve already heard that I’d go back into Derry for him, so.

If you’d wondered why I came back really late, yeah, that was part of it.

The other part is that before dying he managed to stab Eddie Spaghetti in the face and make us go into that one old ass, extremely haunted crack house- don’t ask, I don’t know either- in which an entire beam fell on him. I’m genuinely baffled at how this didn’t happen earlier, because this was literally our childhood hangout spot. But karma or fate or whatever caught up with us, so it did.

By the way, he’s okay now. We all thought he was gonna die first, of course, because how the hell else do you react when a dude’s been impaled right in front of you? He didn’t. But when we all thought he was gonna die in front of me, holding his hand -him included- he looked at me in the eye and, with all the strength his failing body could muster up, he said:

“I fucked your mom.”

So does it come as a surprise to anyone that we’re dating now?

#reddie #my snippets #my fics #richie tozier #richie tozier's stand up #i'm proud of this one #it was written almost entirely yesterday evening while i waited for the clothes to dry #think i'll post it on ao3 actually #i've read way too many of these not to want to contribute a bit

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threadsketchier · 6 years

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sorry, but i don't really stay up to date with media or anything. I'm a star wars fan and i'm pretty excited for the new movie! in that meme you reblogged with the same reaction for fans/non-fans... i don't quite get it. Did the company do something bad? do other people just think it's not gonna be good? sorry for all the questions but i just wanted to stay informed xoxo

It’s a reference to the fact that a significant number of fans are dreading TLJ based upon their disappointment in the wake of TFA - and honestly, it’s not just limited to the major, outstanding offense of the OT characters’ arcs and achievements being backpedaled and undone. There have been other strange and upsetting things concerning Disney’s marketing and stewardship of the franchise, rumored plot choices, etc. that have marginalized characters like Finn and Rose in favor of Emo Band-Aid, or excluded Lando despite the longest running film time in the saga’s history and a plot that could have easily accommodated him, etc. etc.

I’m no cranky old gatekeeper looking to ruin everyone else’s genuine good time, and many of my dash peeps have explained this in much better fashion; I also prefer not to air my personal opinions too often to minimize Drama™ but given that we’re literally on the threshold of the film’s release, I’m a human being with feelings and I’m going to voice some of them if I feel like it.

I sincerely started out enjoying TFA and I do love the new characters. Just given where the new trilogy has gone, though, I would have preferred a different storyline or total separation between the old and new gang. As my fellow dash peeps have said countless times, there was absolutely no necessity - other than to follow today’s current depressing “everything must be awful to be interesting” trend - to craft a tale completely obliterating the happy ending of the original trilogy and the sensible character arcs of Han, Leia, and Luke:

Han Solo: selfish nerd with a deeply buried heart of gold who’d obviously seen and been through a lot of shit who needed the right people and encouragement to listen to his conscience again and stop being afraid to commit himself to both a good cause and a wider set of friends. Goes from “Better her than me!” to “[The temperature’s dropping too rapidly.] Yeah, and my friend’s out in it - I’ll see you in hell!” to “I’m sorry” to “When he comes back, I won’t get in the way.” His arc is about finding companionship, belonging, and emotional openness. He’s found a home and a family with these beautiful ragtag misfits.

Leia Organa: a fervently duty-bound young woman forged by trauma and pressed upon by staggering responsibilities into an icy diamond; she is hard and unyielding and unstoppable, and very emotionally repressed. She has lost so much and can’t afford to lose more. Yet a fluffy farmboy and a scruffy nerf herder worm their way into her heart. Goes from “We have no time for our sorrows,” and “[Well, Your Highness, I guess this is it.] That’s right.” to “I love you” to “…Hold me.” Her arc is also about emotional openness and embracing the hope and then reality that she can find love and gain a new family in spite of the destruction of her homeworld and the seemingly impossible war she helped lead.

Luke Skywalker: idealistic (yet pragmatic, in some ways) softboy who infectiously inspires everybody he comes in contact with to find the good within themselves, and has both a normal, down-to-earth bedrock upbringing and the strong personal moral compass to keep doing what he feels is right. Goes from “I guess I’m going nowhere” to “Take care of yourself, Han; I guess that’s what you’re best at” to “[I feel like I can take on the whole Empire myself!] I know what you mean.” to “I’m looking for a great warrior” to “You want the impossible” to “They’re my friends, I’ve gotta help them” to “You’ll find I’m full of surprises” to “Ben…why didn’t you tell me” to “I warn you not to underestimate my powers” to “I can’t kill my own father” to “I’ve accepted that you were once Anakin Skywalker, my father…Come with me” to “Soon I’ll be dead, and you with me” to “I feel the good in you, the conflict” to “NEVER!!!” to “You’ve failed, Your Highness - I am a Jedi, like my father before me.” He needed his dreams shattered to get a proper grasp on how to prevail in his circumstances - and the important part here is that he was already shattered in this trilogy, and put himself back together - but despite this, he kept on believing. He chose to see the humanity in his father and defy the Emperor, the ultimate representation of the Dark Side, by a moral rather than physical victory. He transcended the intentions of his teachers and became a Jedi in the truest sense by disputing his mentors and refusing to relinquish his devotion to his friends and an undeserving father. Although he lost said father, he had the satisfaction of saving and freeing his soul and finding reconciliation with him, along with gaining a twin sister and a whole lot of new friends in comparison to his former, lonelier moisture farming life, and was equipped to carry on the knowledge of the Jedi with his own experiences to renew their doctrines.

In the new trilogy:

Han is implied to be a restless ne’er-do-well who could never escape the impulse to take off and not be around for his family, rather than being grateful and satisfied to finally have a stable life and a loving wife and friends who deeply cared for him. He’s also painted as much more of an outright idiot and useless as a smuggler rather than a clever guy who just often finds himself in shitty situations

Leia is not allowed to hold on to anything in her life. She must not only bear witness to even more planets being ruthlessly and callously destroyed, her own child grows up to commit patricide and it’s heavily implied that his genocidal tantrums are her and Han’s fault for being neglectful parents, as though being a woman with a demanding career automatically makes it impossible for her to raise a child properly, and never mind the fact that less-than-perfect-parenting from two people who still clearly loved their son is the flimsiest excuse for anyone to commit any level of murder

Luke is also not allowed to pass on his knowledge and bear any fruit for his hard-won labors. His efforts to restore the Jedi go up in a flaming ruin, pointlessly bringing about a second shattering into his life for the express purpose of turning him into a grieving and bitter shadow of his former hopeful self who now abandons his found family rather than cleaving to them for support and encouragement as he always did before

The new films transform the OT into an ultimately hollow story in where there is no happy ending and nothing is learned and taken to heart. The characters are doomed to suffer forever and not grow logically from their experiences. This happens while we’re meant to get accustomed to the new team and watch them struggle to clean up the mess that apparently the older characters couldn’t fix after all. It fosters a sense of nihilism - no one will ever get it right, and each new generation will just keep wading through another war and another war while making the same mistakes their elders did.

It sounds a liiiiiiiiiitle too much like reality for a story that’s supposed to be a space fairy tale. If I want to be depressed, I’ll read the news. If I want to be happy, I’ll go watch a star war. Except oops, now I really can’t.

I’m well aware that plenty of folks don’t see it this way at all, and yes, duh, my response is biased. Like I said, if you love the new movies, more power to you; it’s still a (mostly) free world. But you asked, so I answered.

#my blabs #the airing of grievances #festivus for the rest of us #tell that to disneyklub #TLJ

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changeling-droneco · 7 years

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Joey x Yami Bakura

You know out of all the ships I could have gotten this is not what I expected, not complaining at all though.

who is more likely to hurt the other?

Bakura, he’s pretty good at mental shit and even in a relationship he probably wouldn’t help manipulating Jou.

who is emotionally stronger?

Jou, definitely Jou, he’s more in tune with his emotions and able to use to inspire himself and others, while Bakura is repress city.

who is physically stronger?

Jou, this kid was in a gang and do you see how he fights in the manga?!

who is more likely to break a bone?

I don’t really see either of them but probably Bakura

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

Bakura the manipulative bastard.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?

Jou, sorry isn’t really a word in Bakura’s vocabulary, he’s more physical shit then emotional.

who treats who’s wounds more often?

Bakura, Jou gets into fights with everyone he shouldn’t leaving Bakura to clean him up while Bakura lectures him on how he’s a shitty fighter and how he wouldn’t survive a day in egypt blah blah. Jou knows this is his way of saying he worries about him though.

who is in constant need of comfort?

Bakura is a cat who needs constant affection, no one is surprised.

who gets more jealous?

Bakura, he’s the ultimate “Who was that you were walking with?! You’re mine don’t walk with people I don’t know! I’ll kill them if they make a single move on you.”

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

Jou, not being able to handle Bakura’s possessiveness or Bakura hurt Yugi badly and Jou refuses to put Bakura over his friendships.

who will propose?

Pff neither, if anything the closest thing to that is bakura stole them matching rings.

who has the most difficult parents?

Jou’s, he does have an alcoholic abusive dads, Bakura probably kills him and frames it as an accident.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

Jou, Bakura proceeds to tsun at him but holds his hand tight.

who comes up for the other all the time?

I have no clue what this even means so idk

who hogs the blankets?

Bakura, he’s used to the heat and it’s cold, Jou doesn’t mind he’s used to not much blanket.

who gets more sad?

Probably Jou if Bakura did something evil.

who is better at cheering the other up?

Jou, Bakura doesn’t really show it but Jou does help.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Jou, Bakuras not all that touchy feely and he refuses to show that kind of weakness.

who is more streetwise?

Jou

who is more wise?

Pff neither they’re both idiots who do stupid dares and challenges.

who’s the shyest?

The day Bakura and Jou are shy is the day the shadow realm gets filled with light.

who boasts about the other more?

Bakura, look at his cute boyfriend man slave, you can’t touch him he’s all his. Try and die.

who sits on who’s lap?

Bakura continues to be a cat to still no surprise

#yugioh #frightshipping

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ohfortheloveofsinbad · 6 years

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A Dark Past Comes Crawling Back 3

Ja’far gripped his steering wheel tightly in fear. There was an intruder in his car, and he didn’t have any weapons aside from the gun in the glovebox, which, conveniently enough, he couldn’t open unless he removed his keys from the ignition and used them to unlock the damn thing.

“I have eighty dollars in cash in my wallet,” he said calmly. Panicking was the absolute worst thing to do in a situation like this. He needed to keep a level head and give his unwelcome guest what he wanted. Just do that, and Ja’far might be able to leave without literally biting the bullet.

The intruder snorted. Leather seats squeaked as he crawled over the middle of the front seats, the gun still to Ja’far’s head, the movement causing the metal end to nudge and bump his poor skull, and sat in the passenger’s seat. “I don’t want your money.”

“What do you want, then?” Ja’far asked. His knuckles began to turn white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. “I’ll step out and you can have the car if that’s it.”

The criminal chuckled. “It really has been a while, hasn’t it?” he asked. “You must have forgotten near everything by now, White Viper.”

Immediately, Ja’far grew cold. He hadn’t heard that name in a long, long time. Who was this man, and what was his status? Very few people knew his alias, and none of the ones who did were good people in the slightest. It was very possible that was a situation he might not be able to escape from.

“That got you, eh?” the man asked. “If you remember that, you must remember your ol’ buddy, too, huh? Why don’t you get a good look at your pal Ghadir, eh?”

Ja’far swallowed thickly as he slowly turned his head. Thanks to the faint light of the streetlamps that surrounded the parking lot, he was able to pick out unpleasantly familiar features: shaggy black hair, a goatee with a rubber band near the bottom to keep it together, tan skin, bushy eyebrows, large nose, spider bite lip piercings, dark, almond eyes, the left one sightless, with a rigid scar that started just below the brow and ended a short way past the cheekbone… He might be considered handsome if he just cleaned himself up a little, but from what Ja’far remembered of his former accomplice, that was something that would only happen once in a blue moon.

“Yeah, you remember this guy, don’t ya?” Ghadir chuckled. “We had a fun time together in Sham Lash, didn’t we? You made us the most feared gang in America, kid.”

“What do you want?” Ja’far growled. He didn’t want to waste time chit-chatting with one of the very men who sold him out to a rival gang.

“You remember the rules, don’t you? Sham Lash don’t like traitors or deserters. They got too much information. Did you really think we’d let you leave?” Ghadir asked.

“You shouldn’t be the ones coming after me, considering I was no longer a part of Sham Lash when I went incognito,” Ja’far huffed.

“When you disappeared, bygones became bygones and the Black Panthers merged with us so we could expand our reign and all,” Ghadir explained. “And you got shit on all of us.”

“I haven’t told anyone about anything in the ten years I’ve been gone,” Ja’far swore. “I’m under a new name now, I have a new life. I’m not going to ruin myself by bagging on everyone.”

Ghadir scoffed. “Your new name is what made it you so hard to find,” he growled. “And your new life ain’t shit to any of us. We’re not going to just let you go after all the work we had to do to find you.”

“Then why haven’t you killed me already?”

“One, because we’re in the middle of town and witnesses could be everywhere, and two, because I’m supposed to give you a choice,” Ghadir said.

“A choice, huh?”

“Yeah, you’re a special exception,” Ghadir said with a grin. “You did so much for Sham Lash when you were younger, and it’d be a real shame to lose you, y’know?”

“Y’know, you should’ve thought about that before you sold me out to get raped and beaten by a shitty old man,” Ja’far spat venomously.

“We always planned on coming back to get you, man. You were valuable!” Ghadir countered. “You were just the only one they’d accept as a trade to get us out of debt.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Ja’far huffed. “You could’ve at least told me all that shit. I could have killed their leader and spared myself some god damn trauma.”

Ghadir shook his head. “That’s why we didn’t tell you, man. If you killed the guy in charge, we’d have an all-out war on our hands, but If it makes you feel better, I’m sorry you went through that,” he said.

“Apology. Not. Accepted.”

“Figured as much,” Ghadir said with a soft chuckle. “Anyway, back to what I was gonna say: you got a choice. You can either come back to us, get beat up a little, and rejoin the ranks as the great guy you once were, or we can take a nice little drive out of town where I’ll shoot you and leave you dead in a ditch as the nothing you are now.”

“You want me to come back and get tortured because I left for being tortured?” Ja’far sneered. “If you think I’m going to return just to have my fingernails ripped off with those filthy pliers just so I can kill innocent families for money and then sleep on dirty old mattresses, you’re out of your mind.”

“We won’t rip your fingernails off,” Ghadir promised. “Or… at least, I won’t, and I’ll try to keep the others from doing it instead, and if the beds really bother you that much, we can make a change. Same with the killing. We can bump you up to being a bodyguard or something. Just give it some thought.”

Ja’far took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it all out in a quick, forceful blast. “No.”

“And here I thought you were smart,” Ghadir huffed. “Your stupid choice is gonna get me beat, just so you know.”

Ja’far smirked. “And here I find myself unable to care.”

Not even a second after those words left his mouth, his nose was met with heavy, blunt force. Ghadir had hit him with the butt of his gun.

Ja’far couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden blow. His hand flew to his face to hold his gushing and possibly broken nose. Angrily, Ja’far grabbed for the gun with his free hand in hopes to get it away and shoot his attacker, but he was met with a knife that stabbed straight through his palm and into the leather shoulder of the passenger’s seat.

The blade was ripped from the extremity just as quickly as it went through. Ja’far screamed as he yanked the bleeding appendage to his chest and hunched over, crippled by the pain.

“You fucking idiot! You didn’t think I’d come after the famous White Viper with nothing but a gun, did you?!” Ghadir snapped.

Ja’far slowly lifted his head glared at him, his eyes filled with agony while also seething fury. His breath came in loud, heavy puffs as he refused to answer.

The man’s face of anger quickly evolved into an expression of sick glee. “There’s the face I love. Get driving. Go downtown, Missouri Avenue. There’s a nice little wooded area just outside the city limits where no one will hear us.”

“I’ll bleed out before we get there. It’s a twenty minute drive,” Ja’far growled, his voice changed in pitch thanks to the blood still pouring from his nose.

“You’re a fucking baby. A little stab wound like that ain’t gonna kill ya, but if you’re going to bitch about it…” Ghadir pulled the tie out of his beard and gave it to Ja’far. “You can use that as a tourniquet. Put it on and get driving.”

Disgusting was the only word that came to Ja’far’s mind as he brought the band over his hand, then twisted it and brought it over again so that it was tight enough. He could feel a few coarse hairs tickling his wrist from Ghadir’s beard, and it took all he had not to wretch.

“Drive,” Ghadir growled. He had lost all his patience once his offer had been declined.

Ja’far grit his teeth angrily and pulled on his nose to set the bone in case it was broken. When he didn’t hear a pop, he was relieved. It seemed that it was only bruised. He set the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

“Try anything stupid again and you’ll get more than just a stab wound,” Ghadir warned him. He flashed the gun in his hand as a warning, then set it in his lap, the end pointing directly at Ja’far’s stomach. “I think we both remember just how much bullets hurt, right, buddy?”

Ja’far shuddered as he tried to repress the memories of missions gone bad that tried to flash through his mind. He didn’t want to remember.

“Just ‘cause I don’t wanna shoot right you now doesn’t mean I won’t later, of course. I’m gonna make you suffer before you die,” Ghadir said with a sickening smile on his face. He had calmed down immediately as they set off down a nearly empty road. “I’m not going to take the beating for not bringing you back without some compensation. I hope you’re ready for some real pain.”

Ja’far’s nostrils flared as he stopped at a stoplight. He stubbornly refused to speak to his captor.

The light changed, and Ja’far set to driving once again as his mind raced. He couldn’t get the gun away from Ghadir without facing a knife, and he couldn’t get the knife without facing a gun. His windows were tinted enough that no one could see into his car without the help of external light. He had no weapons, no means of escape (unless he unbuckled his seatbelt and rolled out of the car while going thirty miles per hour, which was certain death in itself but he’d probably get shot before he could even open the door), and no hope whatsoever.

That was, until his phone rang.

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crimeronan · 4 months

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There’s no way Hunter would accept being away from the castle, even for his own safety. Imagine while Amity’s freaking out about LUZ killing him, he managed to get in touch with her to pass a message on to Luz because ironically Amity’s the only one he can trust and now Amity’s just super confused about everything ?????????

this is really funny and very sweet, i Am thinking about it. i can picture luz sending hunter away and at Least telling him that belos wants to kill him, if not telling him all the grimwalker stuff.... saying that he shouldn't contact her unless it's an absolute emergency in case belos is watching her communications. maybe she adds that if he starts to feel sick or hurt at All, he should contact her Immediately, but not explaining why??

so when amity is like "hey. luz. what the fuck. heard from a guy who's supposed to be dead today," luz's first response is just. a full-blown panic attack. oh god oh god oh god. Tell Me What's Wrong With Him.

#replies #it would be ROUGH #one of the biggest obstacles to luz sending hunter away is her fear in being the only one who knows about the grimwalker stuff #how is she supposed to do organ transplants if nobody knows what organs he needs.....#toh #princess luz au #shitty idiot repression gang #and who is that other witch #princess luz au alt timeline

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crimeronan · 3 months

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i got a very sweet ao3 comment about how glad this reader was that they wouldn't have to worry about a weird exhausting jealousy plot happening with the princess AU lumiter, which made me realize that it straight-up just..... never occurred to me that a jealousy plot was a possibility. or at least not a traditional jealousy plot.

like, you have this situation where amity is watching luz and hunter bedshare and be their queerplatonic touchyfeely codependent selves, i guess it Would be easy to have her, like.... to have her be like "ugh, i wish luz wasn't with him, i wish i didn't have to watch him with her and pretend i don't want her, i am such a sad lesbian".... Especially given her messy history with hunter. like i guess the potential is there for her to go "but why HIM, he's such a DICK, why can't you seeeeee you belong with meeeeeeee 🎶"

or alternatively, there's potential for amity to go "i can't tell if the two of them are romantically involved, i'll be So Sad if it turns out they kiss, but if they're actually Just Friends and Only Friends and Nothing Else then i'll feel totally normal and cool about them <3"

but it just like. it genuinely never crossed my mind that she might feel that way or that the dynamic could play out like that. like the lesbian yearning is there but instead of being "ugh, fuck hunter, i wish he wasn't here" it's more like "i am so fucking touch-starved and i can't even tell which of them i want to be."

when amity starts loving luz it's mostly because luz treats hunter kindly & that disproves all the worst things amity feared about her. when amity starts trusting luz it's mostly because amity trusts hunter already, against all odds. when amity starts making dumbass self-sacrificing decisions for luz, one of the first things she does is go to hunter like, "listen. OUR luz now. tell me how to help"

there was never ever Ever going to be a timeline where amity was like "if i want to be in a relationship with luz, i have to get rid of hunter." or a timeline where luz was like "well, i'm with amity now!! i guess hunter is no longer a priority or allowed in my bed <3" like.

why... why would i write that. when i could instead write, like. stuff that is actually. interesting....

#i've said as much in an ao3 reply but i'm still thinking about it.#every relationship i write ends up poly even if it isn't poly because actually it is poly. yeah #toh #princess luz au #shitty idiot repression gang #lumiter #i'm not gonna maintag this with the luz amity ship bc that feels a little risky somehow. but it's tagged in spirit

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favorite thing from the latest rewatch is how genuinely furious hunter is at luz in eclipse lake. for an ep where they don't interact at all there's SO much mileage god he's SO MAD it's SO CHARMING. you all know i love grumpy bitch hunter the most. after eda's "bad but sad boy" comment he's like "ugh, if i EVER see that human again >:(((((" and amity's like "Watch It" i can't stop thinking about it. hunter like luz and i were friends for like two hours and then she TRICKED me with her WILES by being NICE TO ME in a way that NOBODY ELSE EVER HAS BEEN and i am so so so mad at her because i'm projecting my anger at myself onto her but will never admit it. i hate her so bad i'll never trust her Again she Ruined My Lifeeeee she's so annoying and i didn't like her at all the whole time!! i had a moment of weakness!! i'm gonna threaten her life a bunch to amity and actually mean it bc i'm that desperate. fuck luz noceda foreever for Real she's the Worst Thing That Ever Happened To Me >:(((((

and then when they meet again in hollow mind, his response to luz full-on tackling him is just. to yell at her.

and then stomp around grumpily kicking rocks about it.

harmlessly.

mad wet cat style.

#hunter you love her so much already you dumb dumb dumb boy.#i know you dont know it because youre busy being insane and having problems. but Oh My God.#you DUMB DUMB DUMB BOY.#i love life partnerships that start out antagonistic. they r forever my bread and butter. they give me life.#toh #horrible mindscape trauma pals #shitty idiot repression gang #hunter toh #luz noceda #eclipse lake

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crimeronan · 2 months

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On the topic of Luz trying to find every ethical legal non-murdery way she can of messing with Amity's parents.

I'm just imagining her staying up at night, trying to think of *evil plans tm* to mess with them (she's being very serious about it, note book on the bed like she's a normal teenager doing normal homework and all) but when she gets Hunter to double check her ideas he is grossly disappointed in the most loving and positive way because he knows how Luz is.

Hunter was hoping for burning down the factory or throwing them in prison on trumped up charges. But he looks through it and it's all relatively reasonable legal reforms.

Stuff like workplace health and safety laws (with inspectors instructed to place Blight Industries under constant scrutiny), shifting the tax burden to wealthy over the poor (with perhaps slightly obsessive auditing from the BI version tax office) ending the contract to buy murder robots from them to cut off one of their key sources of income. Raising the minimum wage and granting workers significantly more rights. Passing a law singling them out by name giving Darius the power to shut them down at any point for inspections if he deems their products to be of poor quality.

Odalia and Alador (mostly the former) only really care about prestige, power and wealth, and Luz wants to hurt them by taking all of that away in a way only a wise and beloved ruler can. Just pulling out all the stops a reasonable-ish government can to screw over a business empire and erode its reputation in the eyes of the public. Whilst avoiding all of the dictatorial associations of just having them disappeared.

Imagining what might happen if Amity finds this notebook, she doesn't say anything, she just adds more notes on other laws and ideas that would burn their fortune to the ground.

(sorry if this is too long and rambly)

this is hilarious. hunter is like "i can't believe you aren't even Blackmailing them" and luz is like "it hurts more to strip their power in broad daylight." hunter's like "these are all legitimately good reforms. but if you wanted to be evil you could just arrange an 'accident,' you don't have to be moral about it" and luz is like "why would i kill them. if they're dead then they don't get to see their empire crumble"

hunter, raising an eyebrow: i see you're feeling Really Normal about belos today.

luz, swatting at him: MY DESIRE FOR SUFFERING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HIMMM >:( LET!! ME!! BE!!! EVIL!!!!!

#^girl who is lying #hunter's like yeah alright whatever if this is your evil villain arc then go ahead. get it all out of your system #replies #horrible mindscape trauma pals #shitty idiot repression gang #princess luz au #toh

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crimeronan · 3 months

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one of my fave things about writing different characters is exploring how a story can be different depending on who's telling it. people's perceptions of themselves and each other and their relationships vary So Widely.

this means the various outside POVs thus far in the princess AU are like

camila: luz and hunter are very clearly in a romantic relationship

raine: luz and hunter very clearly have a codependent familial relationship

amity: at this point i don't think either of those are 100% true but it's actually, like.... way weirder that way.

#silver if u see this ur ao3 comment made me laugh i'll reply to it in full when i have the energy. delightful #all three of these characters have a pretty accurate understanding of luz and hunter's whole Deal it's just #the way they contextualize it is so different.#camila and raine like yeah that's love alright. amity like what are you freaks DOINGGG #toh #princess luz au #horrible mindscape trauma pals #shitty idiot repression gang

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It is more of a talk-heavy prompt than a plot one - a setup for 'Hunter adores Luz' can be canon during-timeskip Amity starting a conversation with him with the hope of understanding why Luz (again) hid stuff from her (I like this setup because Hunter can also start praising Amity if she then starts sharing some self-deprecating thoughts about herself as a girlfriend)

okay this thought is brilliant and i literally immediately started drafting. as usual with my talk fics the characters have started discussing things outside the scope of the OG prompt and i have no idea when i'll finish the oneshot itself, so let me just show u:

and

#THANK YOU I LOVE THIS AND THEM SO MUCH.#also features hunter and amity completely confusing themselves about what relationship hierarchy girlfriends are supposed to have #replies #toh #and who is that other witch #shitty idiot repression gang #my writing #hunter toh #amity blight

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crimeronan · 2 months

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thinking abt amity somehow finding luz and hunter in this timeline... insane.

shes at the door and her and hunter immediately start cursing at each other like??? what the fuck?? and since i bet amity would be in her scout uniform, i think camila would make some quick deductions. (they sent a child to kidnap my children? hello?)

but then luz comes at the door and is like "!!! amity!!!! :D" and instead of hunters usual insane protectiveness hes. oddly ok with this? and it takes exactly five seconds of amity and luz looking at each other for camila to pick up some vibes. (is the cult.. not homophobic? is this why her and hunter arent a thing? (shes wrong but efforts appreciated))

thinking about camila trying to glean the specifics of luz and hunter's paramilitary bunker doomsday death basement cult through context clues is So Fucking Funny. this poor woman. she's like statistically speaking they were almost certainly fundie christians but like. WERE THEY NOT FUNDIE CHRISTIANS??? luz doesn't even know who jesus IS.

i think if amity showed up at the door, after everyone had been introduced and it was established that there was no danger, camila would privately sit luz down and be like, "okay. luz. baby. you know i don't push you to share things you aren't ready to, you know i want you to feel safe and comfortable here above everything else. but luz. if there's, like. an entire schoolyard worth of kidnapped children living out in your former basement being tortured by a cult somewhere. Do You Understand Why I Need You To Tell Me About That,"

#camila having gleaned that hunter had SOME kind of genetic tie to the cult leader or whatever #and being like okay. he and luz Must have been the only kids there because they sort of. very clearly only had each other as peers #these are not children who were socialized with other children.#these are children who were locked in a basement together for 13 years.#amity shows up and camila is like okay. actually i think maybe 80% of unsolved missing childrens cases in new england are tied to this #i'm about to go full conspiracy nut. i'm gonna download the true crime podcasts about you luz. please for the love of GOD #LUZ. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT IF THERE ARE A BUNCH OF KIDNAPPED CHILDRNE IN A BASEMENT I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT IT RIHGT #poor camila. she's trying SO HARD.#replies #toh #princess luz au #princess luz au worst timeline #shitty idiot repression gang #horrible mindscape trauma pals #and who is that other witch #camila noceda

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