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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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Hi, I love your blog! Can I request a cake, if you’re still doing them? It’s fine if you’re not though.

If you are, can you do it for a boy? I’m generally considered tall (I’m 5’7”) and I have really curly brown hair with green eyes and really pale skin. I’m Irish-American and I’m an Aries. My hobbies are; photography, reading thriller or historical fiction novels, writing fanfiction, and listening to music (specifically punk rock or really obnoxiously loud Irish rock). I’m quite shy when it comes to new situations or places and I have an anxiety disorder, so I’m usually quite anxious and generally considered quiet (which makes my music choices ironic). Before people get to know me, people think I’m a b*tch or that I’m cold because I tend to stick with the same people and not generally talk to others unless I’m forced. Even my friends have said they thought I was mean before they actually met me. I can be pessimistic at times, but I care about the people I’m really close with and I’ll defend them no matter the situation. I can be annoying, I overthink everything, and I am insecure about literally anything and everything about myself (from my body to my writing)

I’m generally considered one of the smarter ones in my friend group, usually my friends come to me when it comes to writing essays or having to read a book for class, since I’m good at analyzing things. I’m the friend that usually everyone tries to protect from things, from fear that I might “break” or something like that, which can be annoying but I know it means that they care. Though I would prefer that people be straight forward and honest with me instead of walk on eggshells or keep secrets, because contrary to popular belief, I can defend myself just fine. My friends say I have a hard time letting people in since I don’t want to end up hurt, so I have a tendency to keep people at arms length because I’m afraid to have my heart broken.

I don’t know if that’s enough information or if I over-shared (I have a tendency to do that), but if you are still accepting these kinds of requests, I hope this is enough.

🍰 for @lifewouldbebetteronmars

Hello my Aries sister!!!!

Romantic Matchup

Tsukishima Kei

How yall met

Ok be prepared to be shocked

But Tsukki needed a tutor

He was having a difficult time understanding the new topic they were doing in class

So the teacher recommended you as a partial tutor

At first he didn't really like you

It really wasn't anything you did

He just hated that he needed someone else's help

And he was kinda embarrassed about it

But as time went on he started to warm up to you

Some could even say he looked forward to your tutoring sessions

So when he didn't need you to teach him anymore

He tried to find excuses to hang out with you

He's just too prideful to say that he likes you and wants to hang out with you

And even though you knew that was probably the case

You didn't want to call him out like that

So you would just hang out with him whenever you could

And the bond between you two grew with every passing day

And eventually you guys started dating

What they love about you

He loves how intelligent you are

Tsukki is pretty smart himself

So if he thinks that your smart

Bb you're a genius

And although he resented your smarts when he first met you

He's come to realize it's one of your most admirable traits

He loves how you care so deeply for your loved ones

He knows you would do anything and everything for him

But he also knows you would do the same thing when it comes to any of your friends and family

Like he's literally seen you telling off somebody for picking on one of your friends

He made a mental note to be careful who he picks on that day

He loves how straightforward you are

Ok so this is Tsukki were talking about

He doesn't really like overcomplicated people or people he can't understand

And you are anything but that

Tsukki can read you like a book

Maybe its because hes spent a lot of time with you

Maybe it's because he pays more attention to you than other people

The world may never know

What you love about them

You love how he doesnt try to “protect you”

Now don't get me wrong

Tsukki would take a bullet for you if it ever came down to it

But he knows for the most part you can take care of yourself

So unless you specifically ask for help hell leave you be

You love that he understands your limitations

Tsukki knows you have anxiety

So he tries to make social exchanges as comfortable as possible

If he notices that your uncomfortable talking to someone

He’ll swoop in and remove you from the situation

However...

He tries to get you to step out of your comfort zone from time to time

He knows just as well as you do that being social is just apart of life

And he doesn't want you do always be dependent on him when it comes to being social

So he just gives you little nudges

Until eventually its like your anxiety never even existed

Favorite things to do together

STUDY DATES!!!!!!

Ahem anyways

Mans loves to have a good study date with you

It's really just you two doing homework and reading together

But he loves those little intimate moments with you

Late night walks

You guys take late night walks ALL the time

Once again it's nothing more than just walking round and listening to music

But Tsukki finds comfort in your presence during these times

Random Hc

The team was very very shocked when they found out you were Tsukkis gf

Like Tsukki + a relationship = error

Definitely got bombarded with questions when you met the team

He keeps some of the photos you've taken in a little box in his room

He proofreads all of your fanfics

One time it was your turn to pick the music for a study date

He was very shocked when hard core irish rock started playing…

When you guys first met there were a lot of moments when you just stared at eachother like

Because you didn't know how to talk to each other

Sometimes he acts like he doesn't know something just so he can be around you

Astrology

Aries + Libra

Compatibility 62%

However difficult it might be to reconcile these two natures, remember that this is a primal opposition that represents partners by signification.

Aries and Libra are the couple of the zodiac, as much as any other opposing signs, for they are each other’s seventh house, house of relationships.

Even more so if we acknowledge the fact that Libra is the sign of relationships in general.

Any problem they might have with each other is something to be worked on, because it shows what their personal problem with any relationship is.

When they are madly attracted to each other and fall in love, there is almost nothing that could separate them, no matter the differences.

Wouldn’t we all like to find the middle ground with our loved one? They need to work on their bond, that’s a fact, but their relationship is a promise of a perfect fit of two souls meant to be together.

Friendship Matchup

Tendou Satori

How yall met

You guys have been friends since middle school

You saw how other people treated him and you just didn't think it was right

So you befriended him!

You guys were attached at the hip all throughout middle school

Then he left for highschool while you stayed in middle school

Then when it was your turn to go to high school you had went to karasuno

So you guys lost touch

But then one day you saw a familiar head of red hair at one of your boyfriends matches…

It was Satori!

You were so excited to see him again that you practically sprinted over to him to reunite

He was so happy to see you again!

Ngl the entire Karasuno team was very confused on how you knew the guess monster of Shiratorizawa

Why you became friends

Like I said you saw how people treated him all throughout middle school…

So even though you were 2 years younger than him

You decided to befriend him

He was shocked by your kindness

And honestly a little hesitant

It wouldn't be the first time someone pretended to be his friend just to stab him in the back later

But for some reason he thought you were different

So he became friends with you

He was super sad when he lost contact with you :(

He always thought about how you were doing

But hey fate decided to bring you two together again

And it was like nothing changed

You both still had the same strong connection you had way back in middle school

What yall love about each other

He loves how out there you can be

Like there was a time where you two just blasted music in a park and just were dancing and vibing

He loves how your able to channel your creativity into your photography

He compliments every picture you take

Even if it's not a good one

He loves that how you look vs how you act are two totally different things

He won't lie to you you definitely have RBF Syndrome

(resting bitch face syndrome)

It almost reminds him how ushiwaka looks

But the difference is behind you rbf is a generally warm person

You love how fun Satori is!

Moments with him are always filled with laughs

Never a dull moment with that one

You love that he does not allow what others say get to him

Oh and on the days they do

Your right there to pick him back up and get him back to normal

Overall you guys love that you can depend on each other

Random Hc

Tsukki felt a little intimidated when he found out satori was your friend

Their rivalry during their game may or may not have had something to do with you…

You guys had homemade friendship bracelets as kids

And he kept his in his room even after you lost touch

Ironically enough he WILL NOT allow you to be insecure

He's like Insecurities we don't know her ❤️

Astrology

Aries + Libra

A friendship between an Aries and a Libra brings in the inherent polarity of the Zodiac itself.

The constellations of Aries and Libra lie opposite to each other in the Zodiac, at an angle of 180 degrees between them.

This polarity is displayed in their characteristic traits as well. Each sign has qualities that the other sign lacks.

Add to it the fact that Librans have a natural desire to be harmonious, and Aries and Libra form a relationship of great equilibrium.

The polarity of Aries and Libra could be described as self versus other.

But the differences go much further than that. Aries are impulsive, excitable, and willing to jump into things immediately.

Libra are indecisive, peace loving, and prefer a calm, quiet view of everything.

Star signs with opposite polarity often share a zealous relationship with each other.

In general, polar alliances turn out awesome when they are good, but rather challenging when they are bad.

Polarities could twist and knot together if the signs didn’t understand each other well.

However, Aries and Libra are a well balanced pair.

Libra are charming, well cultured, and have pleasing manners that could compensate for the brazen nature of Aries.

On the other hand, Aries are strong willed and decisive, which could compensate for the irresolute nature of Libra.

Aries could help Libra reach resolutions more easily and make them more spontaneous.

Libra could, at times, show Aries that they are not always as right as they think they are.

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womanoflettersinthebunker · 3 years

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Sammy was doing worse.

It was sudden and just happened, these kinds of things happen when it comes to infants in precarious situations like Sammys. They’re just not strong enough and sometimes, they just don’t make it.

His lungs were too small, his heart was too small. Everything about him was too small, it couldn't really sustain him. They'd keep him on the ventilator, on the pacemaker, on all the machines that there were already attached to him.

But it wasn't a guarantee, and it could only keep him alive for so long. At some point or another, they had to make a choice.

Take him off of the machines and see what happens. Maybe a miracle could happen and he'd start breathing and kicking and living on his own.

Or his organs, small and precious and so desperate, could fail and he'd die in moments. There just was no telling what could happen.

And there was nothing else the doctors could do.

Her parents had left, they had gone straight back to Lawrence to meet with Henry and Millie, the former having been through the Mens of Letter healing spells in the hopes of finding something that could help them. He said there were a few, he was also providing the ingredients, but they were all for adults, none for infants, so there was no telling what it was going to do.

He was also breaking quite a few rules by doing what he did, and surprisingly in his own words, he didn't give a damn if it meant Sammy could live.

Talking to the doctors was exhausting, they had nothing that they could actually tell her. At one point one of them convinced her to let them examine her as well and John pushed her into saying yes, giving Dean to him for the time being while they did so.

She was healthy more or less, drained and weak, but otherwise nothing else to note. She was warned against becoming pregnant again however, based on her pregnancy with Dean and how Sammy had gone, it wouldn't be a good idea for her to have any more children.

She wasn't planning to but thanks doc, thanks for that sentiment. She was too drained to throw them the middle finger, just nodded and made her way back to the hallway so that she could stare at Sammy with John and Dean.

When John saw her coming back he had been writing something on a piece of paper, he folded it and shoved it into his pocket when she reached them. "Anything?"

"Nothing that can't wait." she said, turning to look at Sammy, while he didn't necessarily look any different, she could feel something different, something had changed. "Anything?"

"Nothing. Same as before, getting worse." John answered softly. He glanced at the sleeping Dean on his lap, curled against his chest. "I think we should let him go with...Bobby."

She ignored the way he said his name. "I told him that, but he doesn't want to." she said. "Said he wants to be here for Sammy cause it's his little brother." she managed a small smile, reaching out to stroke over Deans head. "What were you writing?"

John hesitated, then took his head. "Nothing important."

Mary raised an eyebrow at that, needing something else to pay attention to for a few moments, otherwise she was terrified that she was going to collapse and not get up. "If it's not important, show me."

"Mary it's not important, drop it."

Mary just stared at him for a moment, moving quickly to grab the piece of paper and yanking it out of his pocket, he wasn't able to move to stop her, doing so would mean waking up Dean after all.

She stepped away and glanced at it, feeling her stomach drop. It was an ingredient list; picture, graveyard dirt, black cat bone, yarrow flowers.

The exact ingredients she had been trying to figure out how to sneak away from Bobby's storages.

In order to summon a deal making demon.

“You...were you planning to summon a demon?” Mary asked, staring at the ingredient list in horror, in something she couldn’t even name.

John didn’t look at her, he looked straight at Sammy. “Made the most sense, dad said that the spells he managed to find were most likely not going to do a damn thing. And he’s getting worse and worse and-” he closed his eyes. “This way at least we can have a guarantee of some kind. Problem is, I have no idea where there’s a crossroad here or where to get the ingredients.”

Mary stared at the words until they started to get blurry and her hands were shaking. “The ingredients are all at Bobby's house. There’s a crossroad ten minutes away.” she whispered. “I was preparing to go there myself.”

John's head whirled around to stare at her, lips parting in surprise. “No.” he told her, shaking his head. “If either of us does it, it's me.”

"Why you?" Mary whispered, rubbing a hand over her face. "This is my fault, it's all on me. I couldn't be a good mom to him, I couldn't carry him properly. Its my fault, I should be the one paying for it."

"That's not how it works, that's not how any of this works." John said, half glaring at her. He looked down at Dean again and then back at her. "Come here."

Mary swallowed but walked over to him, sitting down and placing her head on his shoulder. He shifted himself and Dean enough to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

"Alright, we're both willing to do this," he said softly. "We're both willing to sell our souls for our son, but it should be me Mary."

"And why should it be you?" she asked him, just as softly.

"Because the boys need you a hell of a lot more than they need me." John said, his thumb rubbing against her shoulder. "It's something we've always known, something we knew that would be done. You've been taking care of Dean, being his parent. I was just the visiting dad who dropped by every now and then."

"That wasn't your choice, it was what we had to deal with." Mary reminded him.

"The boys need you." he repeated, his voice steady. "They can be without me, not without you."

Mary's voice hitched when she spoke. "I need you." she told him. "You can't go to hell."

“Neither can you.” John said, she could feel his lips brush against the top of her head. “So...stuck again, aren’t we?”

“Stuck again.” she whispered, rubbing at her eyes. She couldn’t hold back the tears at the thought of John going to hell, being tortured, being hurt like that. Maybe even eventually one day climbing out with black eyes of his own.

She shuddered and turned her head to bury her face in his chest.

“So what do we do now?” she whispered. “What can we do?”

She felt him take a deep breath. “We wait.” he said simply. “We just...wait.”

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onebloodsoakedlion · 4 years

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Abandoned!Conquest Ryoma in Fodlan - Part 2

The Black Eagles were a real enigma. The house was quite diverse in personality. And having a leader with rather strange ideals was just the cherry on top.

But one thing Ryoma noticed was that the Black Eagles had one less student than everyone else. While the Golden Deer and Blue Lions had eight students, the Black Eagles only had seven. Ryoma decided to query Edelgard on this matter. “Well, yes, we do have eight students. It’s just that one of them is too timid to show her face.” “Well, who is this elusive student?” “A small, purple-haired girl by the name of Bernadetta,” Edelgard replied, “But she’s such a recluse, I don’t think she wants to see you. She’d rather be left alone.” “Like hell, Edelgard,” Ryoma laughed back, “How do you know she’s not scared of me? Even the most skittish cats can find a human that they can warm up to.” “Okay then, if you insist, Ryoma,” Edelgard replied, pulling out a map, “This is Bernadetta’s room, where you’re most likely to find him. Good. Luck.”

Bernadetta, of course, was hiding in her bedroom, quietly writing. A loud, hard knock sent an electric shock through the poor girl, causing her to accidently mark the page. She turned to the door and let out a nervous “Who is it?” “It’s... um... well... someone from another world,” Ryoma struggled to get out, “If you’d been there when I first came here, you’d know all about me.” “What are you doing here,” Bernadetta exclaimed, “Have you come to kill me!?” “What!? No,” Ryoma replied, rather shocked, “Why would I do that? I’ve just come to your room because you were the missing Black Eagle. I wanted to see you too.” “Okay, well you’ve met me, now please leave,” Bernadetta replied. At this point Ryoma would’ve respected Bernadetta’s request and left. But he had seen her SOUL, scanned her variables... Her SOUL trait was Creativity, nothing new, But it was cracked, moreso than Dimitri’s. Ryoma had seen her Bio, and her “Dislikes” were pretty alarming. Speaking to people, imposing figures and overbearing fathers. Overbearing fathers!? Was she abused? Ryoma HAD to find out. “Oh I don’t think so,” Ryoma chuckled, “I’d like to really see you. To really get to know you. Just as I’ve been able to see and know everyone else.” “No, please,” Bernadetta cried out, rushing to lock the door, “You can’t do this! You can’t invade my room like this! Leave me alone!” Suddenly, the door seemed to unlocked itself. It swung open, to reveal Ryoma, who wiggled his index finger in front of her, which seemed to have a beast’s claw attached to it. “I see you’ve noticed my little claw. These tiny daggers are useful for so many different things, especially lockpicking. They even make decent weapons, but I don’t feel like using them on you...” Bernadetta couldn’t even scream at the Hoshidan King. She shook like a leaf, sweating and pale, “Please don’t hurt me...” she barely manage to squeak out before falling to the floor. “Oh shit...” Ryoma sighed to himself, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat faint in fear like that before...”

Bernadetta found herself lying on her bed. But something wasn’t quite right. She felt... something... pressing up and down on her abdomen. She looked up to find a rather large cat, covered in red fur and with a mane of brown hair not to dissimilar to Ryoma’s, purring loudly whilst kneading her belly. She nervously reached out to pat the feline on the head. He responded by looking up at her and saying “Oh, you’re awake.” “What,” Bernadetta screamed, “You’re sound like that man... who came into my room.” “I am him,” Ryoma replied, “You fainted when I was talking about my claws, so I put you on your bed and turned into a cat so I could calm you down. Turns out it was a good idea since you like animals so much.” “Why are you here,” Bernadetta groaned. “At first,” Ryoma replied, “I just wanted to know you. But now, after witnessing how timid you are, I think you need some help. Emotional help. I’ve never seen a human, or even a cat, this timid before. What you need, is someone to hang around and keep you safe, like a guardian of sorts. And what better guardian for you than a cat that rubs himself against your legs and purrs in the most insistent manner?” He burrowed his head into the girl’s chest and continued to purr. Bernadetta could only continue to pat the polymorphic creature. His fur was oddly soft...

“Hello there, Bernadetta,” Hubert said in his usual, monotone voice. “AAAAH,” Bernadetta screamed, “OH GODS! THERE’S A MONSTER! IT’S COME TO KILL ME!” Ryoma pushed himself inbetween Bernadetta and the creepy Hubert, arched his back, puffed out his tail and let out a loud, sharp hiss. “The hell is WRONG with you,” Ryoma yowled, “Bernadetta has a problem! Don’t sneak up on her like some sort of shadow monster!” “Ryoma, is that you,” Hubert replied with a chuckle, “What happened to you.” Ryoma’s tail swished from side to side, “I turned myself into a cat. So what? Give Bernadetta some space.” He turned around and rubbed against the girl’s legs and brushed her hand with his tail. He turned to the creepy man of little childrens’ nightmares, “Look, I don’t know why she’s like this, but I’m gonna have to get to the bottom of it. Now leave her be.” Shocked, Hubert had no choice but to back off.

Ryoma would accompany Bernadetta in feline form whenever she had to leave her room. It got so time-consuming that Ryoma had to time travel in order to meet any of the others. But within weeks he could sense improvement within the girl. Sometimes, when Ryoma was parked up in her room, he would hear her talking to herself about her father. In fact, Ryoma had read one of her stories about her father while she was asleep. The one Ryoma found was a horror story about a little girl whose father was secretly an ancient demon, who, after giving birth to her, wanted to warp and twist her soul, so that when she was married off, she would curse her husband, take his soul, and give it to the demon. Ryoma was so disgusted, he decided something had to be done.

It was now the school holidays, and by now Bernadetta had warmed up to Ryoma enough for him to remain in human form, which had made her look up to him as a guardian angel of sorts. Ryoma had decided that today was the best day to sort things out. “I feel like taking us on an adventure,” Ryoma blurted out, trying to think, “I wanna let you see the things that you’ve missed out on, cooped up in your room like that.” “A-Are you sure that’s a good idea,” Bernadetta stammered, “I’ve never been outside the monastery for a while, outside of the occasional battle...” “I’ll protect you,” Ryoma reassured the child, “You should know that by now. And we’re not just gonna walk there, we’ll teleport!”

Ryoma took Bernadetta through numerous areas of Fodlan, and even out of Fodlan, including Nohr and Hoshido in his own timeline. Bernadetta was quite frightened by the unfamilliar sights at first, but eventually came to enjoy the experience. Ryoma was hoping that this would prepare her mentally for the confrontation that lay ahead.

“Wow, I can’t believe that all this exists! I need to go outside more often!” “Well yes,” Ryoma replied, “And we have just one more place to visit! You ready?” “Okay,” Bernadetta affirmed as Ryoma opened the portal. And she got quite a shock, as she stood in front of an all too familiar mansion. “Oh no. Why did you bring me here! WHY HERE!?” “Bernadetta, I’ve heard some... stories... about your father. You know how I said I would protect you? Well, I wanna do something to help you in the long run. And that means giving your worst nightmare a real talking-to.” Bernadetta cowered and backed off, “Well you do that then! I’m staying right here!” Ryoma grabbed her hand, carefully but firmly, “Don’t you want to see me slay the beast? What if you have something to say to it? Some last words to your nightmares before they are finally dispelled?” Bernadetta reluctantly agreed. Ryoma knocked on the doors, while Bernadetta hid in his mane. A middle-aged man appeared, with purple hair similar to his daughter, with an odd resembelance to one of the most evil people in the Puppeteers’ world, one who was rumoured to have killed many people - most of whom were from a group referred to as the “Jews”. And despite Ryoma being a whole head taller than this man, he seemed to be looking down on the Hoshidan King. “Who are you and what do you want?” “I am a member of the Garreg Mach staff,” Ryoma took a breath and calmly replied, “I have come to discuss a few matters regarding your daughter.” Count Varley was rather suspicious, but let Ryoma in anyway, completely unaware of the second person he had brought with him.

“What concerns do you have with my daughter” the man asked in a stone-cold voice. Ryoma’s sharp, feline ears picked up his muttering, “That good-for-nothing bitch...” “Excuse me,” Ryoma asked, barely able to believe even his powerful ears. He hoped his mind was playing tricks on him. “I said, what concerns do you have with my daughter,” the Count asked again, slightly irritated. “Well,” Ryoma began, “We’ve heard... some rumours going around, that you have abused your daughter. Is that true?” “Why I would never,” he angrily exclaimed, “Bernadetta must be telling lies! She’s always trying to get me into trouble, that naughty, impudend, unmarriageable wretch!” Bernadetta began to sob from behind Ryoma’s mane, catching Varley’s attention. “You... brought her with you?” Ryoma, coming up with another idea, drew the Rajinto, pulled Bernadetta out, and held her at katana-point, “Yes, I did. Now tell me the truth! Or she dies.” Bernadetta felt so utterly betrayed, she started sobbing. But Count Varley stood his ground, “You stupid buffoon! You’re just trying to bring down my good name!” And with that, Ryoma thrust his sword... into his left hand, “What!? You’d rather let your own daughter die than admit to hurting her!? What sort of heartless man are you!?” The blood from his hand did not fall to the ground, but instead bled into the blade of Rajinto, which reacted by delivering a small electrical pulse to the bleeding palm, cauterising the wound shut. And with that, the samurai released Bernadetta and sheathed his sword, before putting a hand on Bernadetta’s shoulder and whispering “Just kidding” into her ear, before lunging on the man and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “You have already proven to me, within five minutes, how much of an asshole you are, Count Varely,” Ryoma roared, “If you were TRULY innocent, you would be falsely confessing to abusing her and begging me to leave her alone! But no, you’d rather let her die to preserve your own name. How selfish of you. So... I have an offer you can’t refuse - confess to everything you’ve done to your daughter Bernadetta and tell me why. If you do, I’ll convince Lady Rhea to offer you special protection... If you don’t, I’ll beat you to death with my own bare hands, trash your legacy and smear your good name. And I WILL know if you lie to me... I can see it in your SOUL.” “Okay, fine,” the Count sighed, “Ever since I discovered that Bernadetta had a Crest... I decided that she would make a good wife for a rich husband, so I decided to train her from a young age with chores and whatnot.” “Bullshit,” Ryoma growled, tightening his grip around the Count’s neck and delivering an electrical shock down his spine.

Despite Ryoma’s methods of interrogation, Count Varley continued to hide the details. Ryoma could tell he was hiding something and in response, got more harsh in his threats. He threatened torture, he even dealt a blow or two until Count Varley finally realised that resistance was pointless. He confessed to everything, how he only saw Bernadetta as bait for a rich husband, how he tied her to a chair for hours to get her to be quiet. How he prevented her from having any friends, especially with commoners, how he scorned and mocked her when he felt she wasn’t good enough, how he even paid someone to beat the shit out of a little boy who Bernadetta had befriended, and that above all, his hopes were for Bernadetta to marry a filthy rich man so that HE would get some of the money. It was enough. Ryoma had heard everything. And he was pissed. “My GODS,” Ryoma exclaimed, “You tortured your daughter, all this time, JUST SO YOU COULD GET MONEY!?” He saw a vision of Shura, from a Birthright timeline. He had attacked the army of this timeline’s Corrin, Jozlyn, and tried to still Ryoma’s sword so he could sell it. He saw himself being incredibly pissed at Shura, saying he wanted to bury the pathetic little fucker in coin until he suffocated from all the gold. Though thankfully, Shura only wanted to survive and rebuild his town, and would’ve used the infinite money to do so, if it had been given to him. Shura knew his stuff - money would buy builders and building materials, and that would rebuild his homeland. But Count Varley was none of that. He didn’t have much need for money. He was already well-off, with a rather decent mansion that was well-dressed with luxurious-lookinh furniture and in near-pristine condition. Nothing said that Count Varley had some charitable cause or worthwhile project that needed any monetary funds. “Gods-fucking-damn,” Ryoma growled, shaking the man, “You are the most fucking selfish excuse for a person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting. You remember that deal I made? Well I take that back, because you are such a fucking asshole. I know what you’re feeling. You’re just sorry for youself. You don’t even want to make up for what you’ve done. You are beyond redemption.” Ryoma seemed to slap the bastard’s dumb face. It seemed like a weak move at first, until bright red lines appeared on the Count’s face mere seconds later. With claws unsheathed, tail puffed up and ears back, Ryoma let loose on Bernadetta’s abusive asshole of a father with a piercing yowl, using fists and claws interchangeably. A moment later, he suddenly stopped, letting the Count go, who ended up on his hands and knees, looking in fear at Ryoma. Who turned his head towards Bernadetta. “Would you like to... join in?” Bernadetta shook her head, too scared to move. “I promise you, it will be very satisfying.” Bernadetta looked at Ryoma, then at her “father”. “I wonder, does it feel better taking down your worst enemy yourself... or having someone else do it for you? Would you like to help me answer that question.” It was encouragement enough. Bernadetta reluctantly stepped forward, glaring at her father, then laid into him. She seemed weak at first, throwing meek little punches, which seemed like such a joke that the man slapped her in the face. The pain in her cheek and the spiteful glare in his face seemed to spark some resolve in Bernadetta. She tried again, this time, harder and with deliberate effort. She punched him in the nose, emitting a loud crackle as blood sprayed out. As he held his face in pain, she lowered herself to his level before delivering a sharp blow to the ribs, with a tight fist that had the middle finger slightly out. He was struggling to breathe and fell to his side, only to get a sharp kick in the stomach, and then the groin. He groaned in pain and rolled onto his back as she put her hands together and drove her elbow into his chest, before releasing a flurry of kicks to his side, making him roll over once again, onto his stomach, trying to shield himself from her furious kicks. He looked up at her just in time to see her holding her right fist in the air above her head with her left hand, before bringing it down upon his stupid, selfish head. He fell to his side. “Bernadetta - ” was all he managed to get out, before she kicked him once again in the stomach, forcing him onto his back, before kneeling down on him and releasing one final flurry of punches, as hard and fast as she could, until his brains spewed from his skull and his face was no longer recognisable.

Bernadatta pulled herself to her feet, staring at the body of her “father”, panting hard. “You done yet,” Ryoma asked. She nodded, and they walked out. She took one look behind her, and then stared at her bloodied hands. “Look, I dunno whether what we did was right,” Ryoma sighed, realising how much he had let his anger get to him, “But all I know is that pile of shit had it coming...” he looked at Bernadetta, “...and you’re free now. You no longer have to worry about him. He cannot hurt you anymore. You have displayed great courage by letting me help you confront him, and if anyone tries to hurt you, or your friends, you can do to them what you did to him.”

Bernadetta was still rather skittish, but she had been outside her room a lot more, and was definitely making attempts to interact with others. Ryoma had confessed to killing Count Varley, but was able to explain the truth using SOUL data as evidence. He ended up being slapped hard in the face for not letting Bernadetta have her revenge, only for it to be taken back when he admitted her part in the killing. But what satisfied Ryoma the most was seeing Bernadetta make an effort to move on and be the girl she would’ve been if not for the abuse she’d suffered. And Ryoma had realised... He had fixed someone. Not physically, but mentally, just as his sister and therapist FrostFire had done for him. And that was far more satisfying than killing Count Varely.

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nomimits7 · 5 years

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Undecided Chapter 1...

Title: Undecided Pt 1

Genre: Investigation, murder, masked behaviour.

Warnings: murder, psychotic behaviour, might be triggering.

Members: Detective OT7 x Forensic scientist Reader

Note: Phrases like this are just add-ins to help with the story line… If they confuse you, feel free to ask!

Summary: Moving overseas for a once in a lifetime job offer was one of the scariest things Y/N ever did. That was until she got stuck in a twisted investigation of random murders, all with one link but no leads. Closing in on the culprit(s) Y/N doesn’t realize the danger she’s getting into. With no family or friends, can Y/N dare to trust those seven closest to her with her life?

Thanks Geek for being the best beta reader ever!! @feed-my-geek-soul

Prologue

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Death: The personification of the power that destroys life, often represented in art and literature as a skeleton or an old man holding a scythe.

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“Who do we have here...?”

Most people are not given the privilege to choose between life or death, the choice is made for them. Most people would choose life if they were ever given the chance, but you? You were different.

Death has always fascinated you. You used to binge watch documentaries on serial killers, read hundreds if not thousands of books on murder, even your school speeches all revolved around the minds of these criminals. This is something you slowly fell in love with. The mystery, the way they think, but most of all the way they always got caught for their unholy crimes. It was during one of these moments you realized YOU wanted to be the one bringing their fantasies and creepy fetishes to an end. The idea of taking something away from someone that took a life, was like your own personal high.

After completing school, you followed your dreams and studied to become a Forensic scientist. After only 4 years you had your Honours degree and ready to take on the big bad world out there. This proved to be way much more difficult than you initially thought it would be. Finding a decent job as a female forensic scientist was nearly impossible. Most companies only wanted males or more experienced females. They always found some or other excuse to not hire you, to afraid of the risk.

“We’re sorry to inform you that the position requires someone a bit more experienced Miss Y/N”

It’s not you, it’s the system. You knew you were one of the best out there, but clearly being born without a third leg dangling uselessly in between your sturdier legs was a problem. A big problem.

Your country, well they’re still getting use to the whole ‘Women are equal to men’ thing. The chance of you finding a job even as an intern was next to nothing. Again, the risk was just to big.

“I just don’t get it… I can do an even better job than anyone of those three-legged idiots they call men,” you said before pouting into your coffee. Your best friend Lusai just sat there and patiently listened to your mumbling. He was always the best at giving advice on life problems, especially yours. This man you have known for almost 15 years. This man knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Lusai, what should I do?” You whined as his silence became too much to bear. “Come on, you know me better than I know myself. What’s next for Y/N?”

The red-headed, green eyed male stared directly into your eyes. Your best friend was handsome. Red heads being the rare species, he was a well-known ladies’ man. Alongside his green eyes, he even made you swoon from time to time. Clearly, he was doing something right, you see your dear Lusai wasn’t the thinnest or ‘muscle mania’ type of man, no, he was a solid, tall guy that picked up girls like it was a daily trip to the local supermarket.

“Y/N” he sighed. “You know dam well what to do! Just keep looking. Take a breath and keep going. Somewhere someone will see your talents.”

Wise words always seem to leave his mouth. Either that or you were just way to desperate. Even though he was the definition of a fuckboy, he was a smart fuckboy. Both in life and sex.

“See, that’s why I always come to you first!” you said as a smile spread across his plump pink lips.

“Yeah, I was your first everything” He retorted with a smirk.

It’s true. Your best friend was your first everything. Maybe being best friends with your ‘first crush’, ‘first kiss’, ‘first make out’ and ‘first sexual contact’ wasn’t the best idea ever. But hey, the idiot crept into your heart and well, he’s stuck there now. You still love the guy to death, but you always learn from your mistakes. Him, being a painful reminder of that.

“Whatever.” You bite back.

A comfortable silence settles in between you as you slowly sipped the rest of your drink. You loved how you could sit in complete silence and still share so much with someone. The rest of the day consisted of interviews and shopping.

In summary… it was fruitless.

Nonetheless you chose to take Lusai’s advice and keep trying. Somewhere out there, someone will see that you are worth the risk. You are passionate about your work and that’s what makes you different from the rest.

It wasn’t long until you found yourself in the same coffee shop, at the same table, sitting across the same person, drinking the same dam coffee. You were in need of something stronger than coffee. Unfortunately, you hate alcohol as much as you hate rejection. Your hope of finding that dream job was slowly fading. Lusai was a smart boy, and so he did what most smart people would do if a friend was on the brink of depression and self-pity, he made a horrible joke.

“So, the other day I bought a bottle of still water.” He began.

With confused eyes you looked at him expectantly.

“I bought that bottle and threw the water down the drain.” He said as he took a sip of his drink.

“Why did you buy water just to throw it out again?” you asked a little annoyed.

“I wanted to set the water free” he was now staring at you, his face void of any emotion. A beat went by as you sat there, dumbfounded, only to burst out into a fit of laughter.

“There we go! There’s the Y/N I know” he said with a chuckle.

“I hate you, you know that right?” You said as you attempted to punch the speed devil.

He simply shook his head as silence once again took a hold of the atmosphere. You must be doing something wrong. Your studies included practical practice, yet you are seen as inexperienced. You got lost in your jumble of thoughts until Lusai cleared his throat across from you. You turned your attention back to him as his worried eyes made contact with yours.

“Y/N” he began with a shaky breath. “Maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t limit yourself to our country. I mean, you always wanted to travel. Maybe this is just a sign that you should search overseas.” He carefully added. Examining your face as he waited for your reply. Like most people out there, packing up and leaving everyone and everything you ever knew behind scared the living shit out of you. It has been one of your many dreams to see the world yes, but leaving completely without certainty of returning? That scared you.

“I- We’ll see” was all you could say. What more can a scared brave girl say when you had no right to show your weak side? Even though Lusai knew you, you never allowed him the opportunity to see you as a weak woman. And now was no exception.

His words definitely stuck with you. That very evening you began your wild search into the great unknown pages called the internet. You found hundreds of opportunities, but none of them struck your interest. Either it was just an office job (which was a big no, you needed to be out there and not locked up behind a creaking old desk signing papers) or they were just simple internships with little to no pay. None screamed your name, until you came across a rather unusual advertisement.

Z private Investigators.

Needed: Forensic Scientist.

No skills needed nor any experience. We have enough staff to help with the basics.

Status of request: Urgent.

Contact Mr Kim if you are interested. 08**-9634-09**or [email protected]

Well, this should be interesting. It was as if this advertisement was made just for you. You clicked on the link and that’s how you delved into this company’s history.

“It’s located in South Korea, some place called Busan at the moment. But its almost like a company on wheels. They move around a lot to different cities. At the moment there’s seven employees, all men. There were unfortunately no photos whatsoever.” You explained to Lusai over the phone as you sat crossed legged on your bed still scrolling through their homepage.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Apply Y/N. Working with seven men can’t be that bad. And you’ll get to travel! Maybe this is what you have been waiting for, the worst that can happen is receiving a no.” Lusai said

After hanging up you got started on your email:

Good day Mr Kim,

My name is Y/N. I have recently Graduated with my honour’s degree in Forensic science. I’m 20 years old. I know I am way to young, but I was home schooled. Attached is my resume.

I hope to hear from you soon

Kind regards,

Y/N

And just like that you found yourself a mere week later, on your way to the airport for a personal interview. Mr Kim had responded with the exact words: ‘For a 20-year-old your resume is sure impressive. You sound like a very intriguing girl, I can’t wait to meet you. We don’t believe in interviews over the phone. How soon can you fly out?’ Now here you are saying goodbye to your closest relatives on your way to the great unknown.

The flight was probably the scariest part of the whole ordeal. The shaking of the plane as turbulence took over for what seemed like an eternity, definitely made you thankful for every blessing you have received. The fact that you were alone on a man-made bird and the fact that you were sitting next to a creep, his hand kept ‘accidentally’ touch your left thigh, wasn’t helping. When the plane landed some 20 hours later you were more than happy to get the hell off the overgrown chunk of metal.

Walking out of the plane you saw a masked man standing near the window with your name scribbled on a paper. This guy was completely dressed in black. He had long, defined legs (in skinny jeans that did wonders for his thighs, if you were being completely honest), broad shoulders covered in a very loose fitted black hoodie, completed with a face mask and fishers hat hiding his hair completely. His eyes though, big brown ones, they were calculating.

As you walked over to this black ninja looking assassin you gave yourself the most needed pep talk.

“Just breathe, no one knows you other than Mr Kim. Fact they don’t even know what you look like. You are fine, just peachy. Oooh shit I’m getting closer. Shut it! you got this girl. Just bre-“

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” You said as you came face to face with this mystery man in black denim, and really good-looking thighs. You could see him smile under his mask. He nodded to you and turned around. Awkwardly you followed him to a big black SUV. Without a word he ushered you inside and off you went. The ride was silent as you stared out the window. You had no idea where you were going but soon the van left the city and entered a quieter scene of houses and apartments. Slowly your eyes got heavier as sleep overtook you. So many questions haunted your dreams, so many.

You woke with a small gasp as you felt someone’s hands on your thighs. Looking up you came face to face with, yet another, masked man in all black. This was someone else. Someone with soft yet dangerous eyes. This time, though, the unknown man removed his mysterious mask.

Time stopped as you came face to face with heaven. This man had brown almost almond coloured hair, his soft deep almost black orbs stared straight at you. He gave you a boxy grin as he saw you taking his god-like features in. His deep voice startled you as you got lost in those mysterious orbs for eyes.

“Hi Y/N, Welcome to Busan. My name is Kim Taehyung. Or Mr Kim, whichever you prefer. This is the place you will be staying, I do hope it’s to your liking. We’ll give you a day or two to adjust. I’ll let you know when your interview will be. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone like this but we have some business to attend to. Have a peaceful evening Y/N.” Taehyung said as he stood up. He helped you out of the van and before long you found yourself, yet again, alone.

That evening after packing away your stuff and making yourself at home with a bottle of wine and a Domino’s pizza, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift back to the almond haired man you met. Taehyung. Those eyes made your skin tingle, and not in an arousing way. There lurked a sense of danger behind them, a danger that perked your senses with curiosity.

As you sat on the couch your curiosity got the best of you. Seeing as you were too tired to take in your surroundings, you decided to do your own little research on the boss before you go for your interview. Pulling out your laptop you opened Naver and began your escapade into the life of Mr Kim.

“Huh? He… he doesn’t exist? How does someone not exist on the internet?” Even you can be found with a simple search of your name. Hell, your whole life’s history could be found through a simple search and a click or two. Interesting, interesting indeed.

That evening you went to bed with even more questions than answers.

Oh, if only you knew what you were getting into…

Chapter 2

And there you have the first chapter... I hope you enjoyed it. Don’t be shy to ask if something is unclear... Love you <3

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poisonivysparks · 5 years

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Drugged Up Confessions {Peter Maximoff X Reader}

People stared at me while they drove by. I was laying in a ditch on the side of the road, left for dead. Sure, I looked almost completely different from a normal person, but it was no reason not to do anything about a person stuck on the side of the road.

I looked different because I was purple, had sharp teeth, bright gold eyes, and a long, spade-like tail. Over the course of ten years, I had been experimented on, tested, and tortured in a lab with other people, just like me.

The only person I had really seen, was a man with curly, red hair and lots of freckles on his chubby cheeks. He had disappeared about a year ago and I hadn’t seen him since then.

I curled up into a fetal position in a futile attempt to keep myself warm, since the winds were howling above me. I tried to think of when times were better, even though they were still kind of bad. I thought of my times in the Munich Circus with my twin, Kurt, or Nightcrawler as they called him back then.

We had been close, up until the time I had been bought by a man named Bolivar Trask. I was sent to his laboratory in America, it was one of the most horrible things that had ever happened to me.

I still had a slight German accent from my time in Germany, it had never gone away, nor faltered.

Suddenly, a car stopped and somebody got out.

“Are you okay?” An unfamiliar man’s voice asked, in a tender tone.

“I-I’m alright.” I sat up, sniffling. He looked really nice, nerdy glasses, a tiny bit of stubble, and a kind face. He had a yellow aura around him, meaning that he was happy.

“I-I can take you to a safe place, for people like us, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I’m Hank McCoy, a teacher there.” He said, putting a hand out for me to grab.

“What do you mean, ‘like us?’” I asked him, pulling myself up.

“We’re mutants, I work at a school for mutants.” He told me, walking over to his car.

“A-are you sure you are not going to hurt me?” I asked, following him wearily.

“I promise.” He said simply, opening the passenger door for me.

I entered the car, trusting him completely, I could always teleport out if I wanted to.

We drove for a while in silence, I felt quite awkward. He ended up pulling down a nice looking driveway with trees around it.

A few teens, about my age, were hanging around the trees, smoking and laughing with their friends, it was winter, but they didn’t seem to mind. They were all happy, a yellow aura around them.

Little patches of snow were on the ground since it was January. The air was frigid and cold, ice covering the road.

Hank turned into a garage, parking the car right after, went over to the passenger side door, and opened it for me.

“Th-thank you.” I stuttered, getting out of the car, my long and outgrown hair flowing behind me.

“It’s no problem. Now, come with me, the Professor will want to see you.” He told me, walking out of the garage, out into the freezing air.

“The Professor?” I asked, following him. He went up to a large, oak door and knocked.

“You’ll see in a second.” He told me, a happy aura around him, just like everybody else on the property.

“Hank?” A British voice said as the door opened, he had brown hair, blue eyes, and was in a wheelchair. “Why are you knocking?”

Hank motioned to me, and the Brit’s eyes widened at the sight of me. “I found her on the side of the road, she might’ve been from the old Trask Industries laboratory.”

The Brit turned his attention to me. “What’s your name, dear?” He asked me tenderly.

“Y/n Wagner.” I said, a little self-conscious about my accent.

“Hello, Y/n.” He smiled kindly. “I’m Professor Charles Xavier, and this is my school.” We walked inside, well, Charles rolled. I followed Charles into, what looked like, an office. “Would you mind telling me what happened before Hank found you?”

“Well, up until I was about nine, I was in ze circus with my twin, Kurt. Then, I was bought by Bolivar Trask, and tested on in America. Oh, I also saw this boy, he had curly, red hair, lots of freckles and kind of chubby cheeks.” I told them as their faces dropped.

“Sean? Was his name Sean?” Charles asked, looking frantic.

“I do not know, I’m sorry,” I told them.

“Well, I think we need to get you a room.” Charles smiled sadly, a blue aura around him.

~Time Skip to June~

I had been living on the campus for six months and made a friend, just one, her name was Jean. She was also a social outcast, just like me, except she didn’t have any appearance altering powers. We had somehow made friends with the new kid, Scott. Jean obviously liked him, her aura turning pink whenever she was around him. I admired their subtle affections towards each other.

I hadn’t told anybody, except Jean, about what happened before I got to the school, I hid all of my emotions behind a smile and took on everybody else’s problems to cover my own.

I was sitting on a couch with Jubilee and Jean, Scott had gone off to do God-knows-what.

I heard two sets of approaching footsteps and looked up from the conversation we were having. I saw Scott walk through and- my breath caught in my throat, it seemed like I was suffocating, quickly, I leap to my feet.

“K-Kurt? B-bruder(brother)?” My voice cracked as tears sprung to my eyes. Yellow eyes, mirroring my own, made contact with me.

“Schwester? (Sister)” I ran up to Kurt and tackled him into a hug. We tumbled across the floor slightly as we held each other close and twined our tails as a sign of affection. Happy tears streamed down my face as we hugged each other sitting on the ground. He had a bright yellow aura around him and tears in his eyes.

“Bruder, es war zu lang. Ich habe dich sehr vermisst.” (Brother, it has been too long. I have missed you dearly.) We started a small conversation in German as we still held each other, craving the contact of the other half of our souls, even if we weren’t twins we would have been very close, but being twins just made us even closer.

I heard a cough interrupt our conversation, I looked up to see Jean, Jubilee, and Scott staring, they seemed to be speechless at our heartfelt reunion.

“Sorry, sorry. This is my twin, Kurt Vagner.” We stood up, our tails still intertwined, as if we let go the other would disappear, which is quite possible because we could both teleport.

“We can tell...” Scott said as I put my five-fingered hand into Kurt’s three-fingered one.

“I still can’t believe that it’s been ten years since I’ve seen you, Y/n.” Kurt said, looking at me.

“I know, I’ve missed you,” I told him as he hugged me tightly.

“Y’know, these two have never been to a mall before, why don’t we show them some real American culture?” Scott said, and the two girls agreed.

“I heard the new Star Wars movie is in theaters, we could get the two some new clothes,” Jean suggested.

“Does anybody know where the Professor keeps his cars?” Scott asked, looking at all of us.

“I do.” I raised my hand up.

“Great.” He smiled evilly.

~Time Skip~

It was now August and super hot, me and Kurt had become practically attached at the hip. He knew all of my secrets and I knew all of his. Peter and I had also become close, we had been assigned as roommates since the boys’ dorms were all full. I had a slight crush on Peter, but I knew he wouldn’t love me back.

“Ich weiß, dass du ihn magst. (I know you like him)” Kurt told me as we sat down on a bench in the hedge maze.

“Kurt, Ich tue nicht. (I do not)” I told him, my cheeks heating up.

“Ja, Sie tun, versuchen Sie es nicht zu leugnen. (Yes, you do, don’t deny it)” He told me, poking at my sides. I laughed and slapped his hand away.

A silver blur crossed by us and I knew exactly who it was. Peter.

“Why do you guys always talk in German? Nobody ever knows what the hell you’re saying.” Peter said, squishing between me and the arm of the concrete bench.

“That’s the point.” I smiled at him, and a weird purple aura appearing around him, I had no idea what it meant.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like it.” He huffed, the purple becoming green, I didn’t know what the green meant either.

“Well, you have to deal with it.” I told him, crossing my arms playfully. Suddenly, the loud bell rang, signaling that we were late for our next class, which just happened to be training.

“Fuck, why am I always late?” He said and sped off, leaving me and Kurt to teleport there.

We did just that and got scolded a little bit by Mystique, she didn’t seem to like us very much.

Mr. McCoy started up the Danger Room and robots emerged from the wall, all we had to do was fight them for a while.

My brother and I were teaming up on the robot, while the others had their own robots to fight. Kurt and I were doing really well, until, suddenly, the robot swung at me, knocking me against the wall.

I fell to the ground and tried to teleport, but I just flashed red and stayed in the same spot.

Mystique and Kurt immediately ran over to me.

“No! My baby.” Mystique ran to my side and started stroking my hair, her aura was blue and pink, sadness and love.

“Why did you call me that?” I asked, coughing up a little bit of blood.

“I-I....” She trailed off and then I noticed the slight similarities between her and Kurt’s face.

“Are you my” I asked, suddenly realizing something. “Mutter?” (Mother)

She nodded, and Kurt looked at her in shock.

I felt extremely tired, and closed my eyes. “No! Y/n, please don’t fall asleep.” Kurt’s voice sounded distant and echoey.

~!Peter’s PoV!~

I sat next to Y/n’s unconscious body, she had gotten knocked out earlier that day and had only woken up in two-minute segments, spouting absolute nonsense, because of the medicine McCoy gave her. Kurt and Mystique were in and out, they both started crying when they saw her, though.

I saw her eyes flutter open and she sits up a bit, seeming to be in a daze. She looks over to me with a puzzled look on her face and I heard her speak.

“Kevin? Is that you?” Wait… who the hell is Kevin? I thought to myself, But she continued to babble, thinking I was this Kevin person.

“Kevin, I need to get something off of my chest.” She slurred to me.

“I am madly in love, with an oblivious idiot that can’t take a hintttt…” She elongated the word hint. Wait… I looked into her eyes.

“Who is the idiot you're in love with (Y/n)?”

“His name is Peter, I like to call him Quicksilver though.” She slurred to me, and my face turned bright pink.

“He doesn’t realize that I like him, zough, because he can’t take a hint” She whined like a child to me and my face became redder than it was already.

“I’m sure he likes you too (Y/n).” As I tried to get her to lay down to sleep again, red faced as a tomato.

“Do you really think that?” She asked, closing her eyes.

“Yes, I really do.” Her breathing slowed and her whole body relaxed.

| Y/n’s PoV | (In a Nightmare)

I was trapped in a room, crying. All of my closest friends, Jean, Scott, Jubilee, my family, Kurt and Mystique, and the one person that I loved with all of my heart, Peter.

They were all screaming in agony, held down by leather straps and being electrocuted. The big window in front of me was all I could look through, and it terrified me, their auras were all bright red, they were in intense pain. I tried to teleport out of there, do something, but I couldn’t.

“That’s horrible.” A voice said from beside me, I turned my head to see Sean.

“Everybody I know is in there.” I told him, tears leaking out of my eyes.

“You do realize that Trask industries closed down last month, right?” He crossed his arms and I looked at him in shock.

“W-what is this then?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Some people call it a hallucination, but most people call it a dream.” He leaned up against the wall, arms crossed.

“How do I get out?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“I dunno, I’m just kinda here.” He shrugged his shoulders, walking around freely.

“I heard that some people have to die to get out of their dreams,” I told him, trying to move my legs and succeeding. I walked over to him and tried to touch him, but he was transparent and ghost-like.

“Wake up, Y/n, please.” I heard an echoey voice from somewhere far off, I couldn’t tell who it was. “Everybody’s worried about you.”

The voice sounded familiar, but it was distorted and seemed lower than it was supposed to be.

I looked through the window and saw that Peter was gone, the straps were still tied and nothing had moved, but Peter was not there.

I curled up into a fetal position, completely scared of what would happen, I stayed there for what seemed like hours, the voice fading away.

Quickly, I closed my eyes, hoping to go back to the real world, where I could be with my family and my friends.

~In the Real World~

I sat up, my eyes wide open, nobody was in the bland, all white, infirmary. “Peter? Kurt? Jean? Mystique?” I called out, my voice echoing throughout the room.

I heard footsteps and a ‘bamf.’

“Y/n!” Kurt’s accented voice rang out and he hugged me tightly, his aura was bright yellow.

“Kurt, you are squishing me.” I told him as he let go.

“Sorry,” He apologized. “You passed out about six hours ago and I vas worried about you.” He said.

Mystique rushed in, about a minute after her son and her aura the same as her sons. “We heard your voice.” She said, hugging me.

“I’m okay, I promise,” I told them, hugging her tightly.

“Peter was in here for a while.” Kurt told me and my cheeks flushed fuchsia. “He was worried, just like the rest of us, stayed here longer than any of us.”

“He was?” I asked, a hopeful tone in my voice.

“Well, yeah.” Kurt said plainly as I tried to get up. He held me down and pushed me into the hard bed.

“Kurt! I want to get up! I’m feeling a lot better.” I told him, crossing my arms and pouting.

“I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea, Y/n.” Mystique told me, sitting down on the bedside chair.

“Why can’t we just ask Mr. McCoy?” I asked, a little mad.

“I can go ask him.” Kurt volunteered, raising his hand.

“Thank you. Kurt.” I hugged him and he bamfed away.

He came back after a few minutes, Hank in tow. Hank quickly went over to the IV machine that was hooked up to my arm, his aura was a soft yellow.

“You’re vital’s are good, does anything hurt?” He asked and I nodded.

“I’m a little sore, but otherwise, I’m good. May I get out of this bed now?” I smiled at him, trying to use my adorableness in my favor.

“Yeah, you can, just don’t do anything drastic, you’re in recovery.” He told me, unhooking the IV from my vein.

“Thank you!” I got up and hugged him, my limbs incredibly sore.

I teleported to Kurt’s side and our tails intertwined.

“You guys are adorable.” Mystique said, laughing a little bit. “My two babies.”

Hank looked completely lost and confused, looking between Me, Kurt, and Mystique. “Did something happen, or..?”

“Are really that blind, Hank?” Mystique asked, laughing.

“I don’t know, I mean, I do wear glasses.” He said, adjusting his glasses.

“These are my kids.” She laughed as Hank’s eyes widened.

“W-what?” He stuttered. “So, um, you guys are Darkhölme’s?”

“I-I guess so.” Kurt said, resting his elbow on the top of my head.

“Get is off of me, Kurt. I am not a baby.” I grumpily pushed his arm off, giving Kurt the stink eye.

“Okay, Y/n, you should probably go get some exercise,” Hank said, smiling at me and Kurt.

“Alright.” I smiled back at him and bamfed out of the room and into the garden, leaving Kurt behind.

Peter was sitting on the same concrete bench that Kurt and I were sitting on earlier that day, a few purple flowers in his hands. It was almost completely dark outside and he looked kind of sad, his aura was blue with green tips.

“Peter!” I yelled waving my hand.

He heard my voice and looked right at me, his aura turning a bright yellow. “Y/n! You’re awake! I was worried that you wouldn’t wake up.” He ran over and hugged me, purple tips appearing around him. He easily lifted me up in the air and my cheeks turned a bright fuschia.

“Peter, you’re squishing me.” I told him, laughing a little bit. The flowers laid slightly damaged in his hands.

“Oh, sorry.” He said, his aura becoming slightly more purple. He set me down, me being very short compared to him.

“It’s alright.” I smiled, showing off my fangs a little bit.

“These are kind of for you, sorry that they’re squished.” His cheeks turned pink and the tips of his purple/yellow aura also became pink.

“It’s alright,” I told him, graciously taking the flowers from him. “They are beautiful, even if they are a little squished.”

“I found them and I wanted to give them to you.” He said, taking a step away from me.

“Thank you.” I told them, smelling the slightly damaged flowers.

“I want to show you something. Come with me, please?” He asked, excitement evident in his hazel eyes.

“Alright.” I smiled and he held me, his hand behind my neck.

“We’ll be there in a second, okay?” He said, a little concerned.

“Okay.” I said and he rushed off, stopping in a very thick patch of trees.

“We’re almost there, it’s just up ahead.” He told me, taking my hand in his and walking at a, surprisingly, slow pace.

“What is it, Peter?” I asked, following him towards a particularly thin patch of trees.

“I can’t tell you that.” He smiled, a mischievous look in his eyes.

We walked into the middle of the thin patch of trees, where a very comfy looking blanket was lying down on the ground.

“I come here almost every night, and just stargaze.” He told me, lying down on the blanket.

“I’ve only been stargazing once in my life, Kurt and I ended up getting in trouble. It vas nice while it lasted.” I told him, lying down next to him, the blanket was very fluffy and warm. His aura turned slightly green, but still yellow.

“Well, now you get to do it with me.” He booped my nose and I giggled slightly.

We watched the stars for a while, pointing out all of the constellations that we knew and some that we didn’t.

“You’re adorable, y’know that?” He said, looking at me, while I pointed out another constellation that I made up.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked, flustered as his aura turned completely pink.

“You. I love you.” He said, looking away from me and back up at the stars. “I love how innocent and adorable you are, I love the faraway look you always have in your eyes. You smile so much and I was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up. Sometimes, it makes me jealous because of the relationship that you have with your brother. You two are adorable and when you talk in German it kinda turns me on. I just love you and I feel like this is all so sudden and I just…”

His words made my cheeks flush and my brain not be able to think clearly. I had no idea what to do so I crashed my lips into his, taking the speedster by surprise.

He kissed me back and it felt like the stars were shining and cheering for us, as if they knew it was going to happen. He easily dominated me, rolling on top as I was pushed even farther into the cosy blanket.

Our lips moved together ravenously, my hands were tangled into his slightly fluffy, silver hair and my tail was curled around his torso. His hands were resting on my hips, barely squeezing, but I could feel it.

We pulled away, breathing heavily, and our foreheads were touching.

“I love you too, Peter.” I smiled while he caressed my purple cheek.

“I think you said that already with your lips.” He chuckled, his hair completely messed up, and I laughed with him.

“I’ve sort of had a crush on you ever since we started sharing a room together.” I told him, embarrassed that I was actually telling him that.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had a crush ever since I first saw you in that facility.” He told me. “And then when I first saw you laughing at my ‘I still live in my mom’s basement’ joke, I was completely head over heels.”

“You’re so sweet.” I hugged him and tackled him to the ground.

He flipped me over, very easily and gave me his signature cocky smirk. “You’ll never beat me, y’know.”

“I know.”

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chimchimsauce · 6 years

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Sanctuary (6)

Summary: YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she’s been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary’s Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

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Chapter Five

Chapter Six

YN ignores all of Taehyung’s calls, refusing to answer them. A part of her thinks she’s being a bit petty, but the larger part sparks in fury every time she even thinks about what happened at Saint Mary’s.

She’s only known Jimin for about a week and during that week she’s come to care for him, but his behavior was both uncalled for and frightening. The short interaction raised several red flags in her mind, causing her to want to avoid him and the Sanctuary altogether.

By Wednesday, she’s made up her mind. All the drama of Saint Mary’s isn’t worth it.

And Jimin seems to be unhealthily attached to her. Sticking around will only make it worse, right? It’ll be best just to quit cold turkey.

Determined, YN pulls out her phone and blocks both Taehyung’s and Saint Mary’s number, feeling bittersweet about it.

She hopes that nothing bad happens to Jimin because of her, but she doesn’t think Saint Mary’s is that type of place.

Another busy work week passes, keeping YN from having any thoughts of Jimin, Saint Mary’s, or Taehyung. As a matter of fact, she’s filed the entire strange encounter up to a weird but finished memory, one she’ll tell her future children about. She thinks everything is. Her blatant ignoring should have made that clear.

So why is there an all too familiar blonde headed hybrid lurking outside her door?

YN slows, trying to figure out what she should do.

On one hand, she’s never seen the wolf outside the walls of Saint Mary’s. He looks so different, the birds chirping in the air and him leaning against her wall. He almost takes her breath away, dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of laced-up black converse.

But on the other hand . . .

“I can smell you, you know,” he says, not glancing up even once.

“What are you doing here? How do you know where I live? It’s not okay just to show up at people’s houses, Jimin,” YN says, not moving any closer.

The wolf finally looks up at her.

“I needed to see you - to explain myself and to apologize. I was majorly out of hand,”

YN shakes her head.

“An apology doesn’t do anything. I want you to leave and never come near me again. I can’t be around someone like you,”

Jimin flinches slightly.

“Please just listen to me. Just let me explain myself. If you still want me to disappear, I’ll do it. I’ll leave you and never come near you again,” His voice trembles.

“If you’re going to talk, do it there. Don’t come any closer to me,”

“Okay,” he says, wetting his lips a bit, “I . . . well, I snuck out. Taehyung helped me. Lent me some of his clothes. I don’t like that I smell like him,”

“You couldn’t just leave? Why’d you have to sneak out?”

“You do realize that I’m a glorified pet, right YN? Nothing I’ve ever done has been because I wanted to do it. Saint Mary’s has given me the most freedom I’ve ever had, and even then I can only go to certain places at certain times. Hell, I can’t even sleep as long or as short as I’d like. We have bedtimes. I’m twenty - four. Twenty - four,”

Frustration rolls off of Jimin in waves, YN feeling pity beginning to bloom in her chest.

“But I’m not trying to be ungrateful to Saint Mary’s. The Sanctuary is a wonderful place with kind people, the kindest I’ve ever known . . . but I’m there for a reason. Every hybrid is . . .”

He seems to struggle with his next words.

“When I was born, I was taken from my mother almost immediately. Hybrids may not be human, but the bond we form between those we love is just as strong, if not stronger. So, to prevent problems in the future, children are taken away. We stay with a human nanny until we mature. I was eight years old when I left mine, a cold woman who never once said or did a kind thing to or for me. After that. we’re supposed to go to school. We don’t learn what human did. I couldn’t even read. Instead, hybrids get behavioral training until they can be sold to the highest bidder,”

“I thought you couldn’t be adopted until you turned twenty - one?”

He just laughs.

“As if the breeders cared about that little law. But no one really goes to their masters until fourteen or so. But not me. I never went to the behavioral school. At eight, one of the biggest politicians bought me for his daughter, who was ten at the time. It started off pretty great. The politician and his wife were both major assholes, but the girl was an angel. Truly. She taught me things, treated me like a friend instead of a pet. But . . .”

Jimin pauses abruptly, hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

“But she began to change at sixteen. At first, it was small changes, her no longer sneaking me dessert from the kitchen. But it spiraled. By the time she turned eighteen, she wouldn't even look at me anymore. Pretended I didn’t exist. Would brush past me, act like she couldn’t even see me. I started acting out, misbehaving and getting in trouble, enduring horrible punishments from her family all to regain her attention. I even ran away one day but came back just six hours and YN . . .”

Indescribable emotion clogs up his throat.

“There was another hybrid. I wasn’t even gone a whole day and they had adopted a new hybrid, a bunny. Her face was all lit up and happy. All I could do was watch from outside the windows as they all cooed and fawned over him. I knew it was over for me. They’d thrown the few things I owned out all over the front lawn, all of it ruined, Shredded, burned, soaked . . .”

He trembles, wrapping his arms around himself.

Unintentionally, YN had taken steps toward him, getting close enough to see the fresh set of tears gathered in his eyes. Jimin wipes them away angrily.

“I had nowhere to go. No clothes, no food, no money. You’ve got to understand, YN. She was my world. My entire universe. The only thing I had ever known. And it was all taken away from me. I was thrown away like trash,”

YN feels her heart shatter.

“I found out later that it was because she’d been ashamed that I’m a wolf. All of her friends had cute hybrids. Bunnies and kitties and hamsters. Docile creatures. She began to resent what I was,” Jimin says bitterly.

“The next years were the worst of my life. Shortly after I’d been abandoned, desperate, I signed a contract with an underground club. A strip joint for people too poor to afford a hybrid of their own. I did what I had to do. At first, it wasn’t so bad. I just bussed tables, cleaned up after shows. Took the hits when someone got too drunk and angry. But at the end of the day, I had food, even if it was always scraps from the day’s buffet, stale and cold. At least I had a place to sleep, even if I had to sleep with one eye open. I could never go anywhere, do anything. I spent two years there until the owner wanted to add me to the show. Life had taken everything from me. My family, my home, my independence. The only thing I had left was myself. But if I stayed, if I did what they wanted me to, I would have nothing. Be nothing. So I ran. Lived in the streets and picked up odd jobs when I could. I didn’t have an identity, so I never had the chance to do anything or make anything of myself. Hybrids aren’t people. Human enough to be used to feed someone’s desires, but not human enough to have a life in anything other than subservience. That’s what I did for the next five years. Took jobs from people who didn’t ask questions. Made enough to buy enough food to keep living and slept in whatever abandoned building I could find. This year, I managed to find a stable job working at a gas station. But one day, some teenagers thought it would be fun to break-in to rob the place,”

His eyes are hard.

“Hybrid or not, I can’t do anything against a crowd or eight people armed with blunt objects. So when they ran away because sirens could be heard in the air, I lay there, preparing to bleed out,”

Jimin looks up into the sky.

“I thought, ‘This is it. This is how I die. Live a pathetic life, die a pathetic death.’. But apparently, one of the EMTs figured out I was a hybrid when she took my vitals and I got courted off to Saint Mary’s,”

“And then,” he begins, looking at me like I held all the secrets to the universe, “I met you. You, who somehow smelled like home. Not a physical place, but the comfort and familiarity of home. And I just had to see you again. Meet you again. And when I did, you weren’t afraid of me. You didn’t treat me like the dirt under your shoes. You joked and laughed and cared. And I had to see you again and again and again. Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,”

He’s crying now, they both are.

“And I’m sorry how I acted. I never meant to yell at you or make you feel bad. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just -,” his voice cracks into an ugly sob, “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me. I wouldn’t either -”

The hybrid doesn’t get to utter another word before a pair of arms are wrapped around him like a vice. Instantly, his nostrils are flooded with her scent, Jimin burying his face in her neck.

Chapter 7

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fallxnprxnce · 5 years

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I like the way you write Nuada, however it's obvious that you portray him as more friendly than he really is in order to get along with other roleplayers (which makes sense and I can understand completely), your version of him isn't as arrogant as he is in canon. This being said, how do you think he would actually react if he fell in love, taking his arrogance into consideration? I think he would live in constant denial? He really gives me a "love is weakness" mentality vibe.

{out of exile} Thank you! But no, I don’t intentionally change my muse to get along with other rpers (goodness knows I don’t, because I have had some really rough experiences with rpers who wanted me to do so and I refused) or so that he will get along with their muses, I just write him as he comes to me. I don’t subscribe to a very well accepted concept of Nuada in the fandom that he is innately evil or even evil/arrogant 100% of the time. Instead, I feel that what we get to see of him in the movie is only a tiny sliver of his life, and most of it is when he is around enemies, family is distrusts or is resentful of, or in situations in which he would be very arrogant or defensive. When he is alone or with friends, he would be different, I believe. Also... just because he is arrogant or defensive around someone doesn’t mean he doesn’t love them (e.g. Nuala and Balor). Nuada is just a very emotional person who does not care to show parts of himself to people he feels will mock him or judge him if he can avoid it. It’s not a “love is weakness” mentality in my view, it’s more an “I have to protect myself” mentality, because he is very easily hurt emotionally if he doesn’t go on the defensive first.

If you are referring to more recent interactions you have seen on this blog, many of those muses are personal ships for him (e.g. a lover, a daughter, etc.) that have already been established through rping, so there is other history attached to those relationships and he will be far different than you are used to seeing in canon. Which I think partially answers your question of how he would be if he falls in love. Starting Nuada for any thread on this blog is (unless it’s an AU right off the bat) as close to canon as I can get. From there, he will change in behavior for a number of reasons, either because he becomes more or less comfortable with someone based upon their actions. If he becomes less comfortable, he’ll become more arrogant, defensive, and even violent. If he becomes more comfortable he will express more emotionally and will seem calmer and more docile than you are used to seeing in the movie. Around the bark children and Mr. Wink, he is very calm, and not arrogant at all, because the bark children are innocents and Mr. Wink is a friend and respected fellow warrior. But in the movie we saw only very tiny glimpses of each of those interactions.

The same can happen if he befriends or falls in love with other muses, although it really depends upon how they meet, how their relationship progresses, and the temperament and behavior of the other muse. I’ve had him fall in love with muses that kindof melted into him and wanted protection, I’ve had him fall in love with others who were warriors like him so there was an understanding there, and then I’ve had some where the other muse was just as volatile if not more so than he was, and so their relationship was incredibly explosive and at times toxic. I don’t know how new you are to this blog, so I’m not sure how far back you’ve been reading, but yeah, he’s had a number of different types of “love” relationships. I mean I have a whole thing that I’ve kindof detailed out about the eventual dynamic of any successful romantic/sexual ship with him in the past (not going to go into it now because LONG), but it has to do with how defensive he is about exposing himself emotionally and with this inborn wildness I’ve I guess fleshed out as an aspect of his soul. He needs someone he can dominant with in a positive way, but then can also become submissive in an emotionally safe way... if that makes any sense. I call it being “willingly tamed” with someone he is in love with. Like a vicious guard dog that will then be a mushy puppy with its owner. If he doesn’t feel like he can let both his physical and emotional guard down around you, he is never going to fall in love with you. So if anything, my version of Nuada doesn’t have a “love is weakness” mentality, but rather he’s got a “love is vulnerability” mentality.... which isn’t bad, it just isn’t the kind of thing he wants exposed to just anyone, and frankly, in the movie, there wasn’t anyone he was wiling to expose himself to in that manner, so we never saw that side of him.

Thank you for pointing out that I seem to be molding him to be more likable or acceptable, though, because that’s not my intention, and I definitely don’t want to come across as making my muse just this fluid and inconsistent personality just because I’m trying to get along with others or not make waves. You have to be willing to make waves if you’re writing a muse like Nuada because he can be a total butt sometimes about many things, haha. But if I’m coming across that way or this blog is, then there’s a problem somewhere, so I’m going to have to do some reexamining of my writing of him to make sure I’m not becoming lazy or falling out of line with what I want to do with him.

Not that these are any excuse, but I think there might be a few reasons why either my Nuada might seem seriously weak right now, just trying to think about why he might be coming across that way:

1. The mun is stressed and tired as hell and so the writing has gotten lazy. This... is something I have been trying to ignore because it pisses me off, but you pointing this out kinda makes me face it... Yeah. Writing on here has gotten lazy. I’m writing very short replies to muses with older established relationships because it doesn’t take much brain power. New relationships or antagonistic ones are tougher to write, so I’ve been shying away from that recently. My bad... I will try to be more mindful of this.

2. My Nuada is canon-divergent in a BIG way... that way being that he is not romantically/sexually in love/attracted to Nuala. He loves her... a lot... but not in that way. And that’s a canon thing, so I do recognize that he is divergent in that manner, but also what that does is remove a lot of the reasons why he would be so possessive of her, angry towards others who are around her. So that does remove a large section of I guess anger or arrogance from his canon persona, and it has also discouraged many a Nuala rper from interacting with him, because most are looking for that romantic or sexual ship with them. I decided this for two reasons: one was that I had a bad experience with a Nuala rper when I first began this blog that honestly turned me off to the entire idea of shipping them, but the other reason is that the more I developed his personality and family background/history, the more I came to understand the dynamics between Balor, Nuala, and Nuada. The way I came out of that was with him being very defensive and guarded with her because there’s a lot of resentment there. Resentment, jealousy, bitterness, pain, sadness, anger, etc., heh. And I am very up front with telling Nuala rpers this beforehand because I know that most of them don’t like that, so for that reason he hasn’t had very much interaction with a canon muse he probably would act very arrogant around. If he did interact with more Nualas on this blog... you would see a very different Nuada, heh.

3. In the same vein, many of the characters he has interacted with on this blog are not canon HBII characters. Hmm... actually ALL of them are, heh. He has never interacted with an Abe, only very briefly with a Hellboy, briefly with a Nuala, and never with a Balor. All of those muses would bring out his arrogance and defensiveness in spades. So the lack of interaction with other canons on this blog (partially I think because I’ve made him divergent which really turns people off, but also because the fandom doesn’t have a lot of active rpers that I’ve seen and many of them are other Nuadas, haha), does make him seem even more divergent because he’s constantly having interactions and being placed in situations that are so far outside of canon. I like that, though, because it challenges me as a writer to take him into new frontiers and see what he does and how I handle him. But maybe I’m not doing such a good job of that, haha, I don’t know.

So... (shrugs) Yeah, I guess I need to police myself a little bit going forward to make sure my writing of him doesn’t get too lazy. If he’s just coming across “nicer” and not as arrogant because I’m writing him with ships, that’s one thing, but laziness just makes him seem inconsistent or blended into a different type of character, and that’s not good. I will be a bit vigilant to figure out what the problem is. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, because I don’t know how I or my muse comes across at all unless people tell me, heh. It’s a learning process, and if anyone thinks I know what I’m doing on here any better now than I did on day 1, HAHA, no. XD The point is to have fun, which I am... and I hope you all are too. =)

Also, if I didn’t answer anything or you have other questions, please feel free to follow up. And double also, anyone else on this blog who might have feedback for me on this issue, I would really appreciate it, because I’d like to make sure I stay on track here. I want him to be divergent in the ways I intend, not in ways I don’t intend. XD

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Divine Intervention: Chapter 4

Unofficial Taiqrowweek: Day 5

And thus completes this little story! I hope you all have enjoyed so far! Only two days left now. Tomorrow we’ll get back into the drabbles!

Rating: T

Word Count: 7,000 (in total, the entire story is roughly 18,0000)

Ao3 Link: Chapter 4

Summary: [Afterlife AU] Qrow is a raider demon. His job is clear: Collect recently fallen souls for Hell. The more he could gather, the more power he would be granted. Easy, right?

Well, it would be, if not for a certain blond angel constantly getting in his way. Qrow was pretty sure Taiyang’s job wasn’t to keep the souls safe from him, but rather to infuriate him with his overblown righteousness and his insufferable smiles.

Eternal damnation wasn’t supposed to be this annoying.

Wind whistled in his ears as Qrow flew through a carnation pink sky. On the horizon, a large property stood. The main building of the childcare center was large and long, almost mansion-like with how many rooms were likely within. As he passed over the roof, he could see the acres of land that composed the backyard. There was a section of picnic tables, a playground, fields separated for different sports and, most amusingly, a corral for horses and a barn that stood at the very back. He headed for the soccer field where everyone seemed to be, angling his wings to land just inside the fence.

He was still getting used to wings made of feathers, so his landing was a bit messy, but no one noticed with a field full of excited kids of varying ages shouting and running across the grass. He spotted Ruby out there with them. The kids who had decided to sit out, along with all the caretakers, were on the sidelines. A few he recognized, like Weiss, who was wearing a cheerleader’s outfit but was doing more ordering than cheering. Oscar was sitting in the lap of another one of the caretakers, a man he hadn’t been introduced to who seemed to have an odd liking for green suits.

Tai’s daughter, Yang, seemed to be completely absorbed in the game as she pumped her fist into the air and yelled to one of the kids, “Come on Mercury, kick it! Like I showed you!”

Qrow watched the kid who had the ball rear his leg back, before punting it rather impressively across the field. The green-haired girl who was guarding the goal leapt for it, missing it by inches.

“Yeah thatta boy!” She cheered.

Weiss shook her pompoms wildly. “I told you guys to watch him!”

“Hey ice queen, you’re supposed to be cheering us on, not coaching!” One of the blond boys yelled.

“Shut up monkey boy!”

“Okay, okay, there’s no need for name calling.” Tai intervened. “Y’all line back up at the center and let’s go again!”

This was the chance to say something, but as Qrow geared himself up, he found his mind clouded with doubts.

Maybe this was a bad time.

Tai seemed busy.

He shouldn’t have come unannounced in the first place.

Man up already! He berated himself. He couldn’t honestly be more terrified of starting a conversation than facing down a demon from Hell’s Court, right? Of course he wasn’t! That’d be stupid.

Qrow opened his mouth and nothing came out.

In all fairness, he was a pretty stupid guy.

He was also a rather noticeable guy, because it only took Ruby a moment to spot him as she turned to join the others. “Mr. Qrooow!” She yelled excitedly, rushing towards him. He caught a glimpse of Tai’s surprised expression, but wasn’t given much time to read into it before he was being barreled into by fifty pounds of child.

“Oof! Jeez kiddo, I think you bruised something.” He said, tousling her hair.

“Nuh-huh I’m too tiny.”

Over her giggles, Qrow faintly heard Oscar say, “Uncle Oz that’s the goat man!”

“Oh!” Ruby’s exclamation drew his attention again. She jumped back, spinning around. “Did you see my wings? Aren’t they great?”

He knelt down as if he was getting a better look. They were a lot like his, except the primary feathers had a red gradient. “Yeah kiddo they’re pretty amazing. Bet you’ll be one of the best fliers around.”

“Yeah I will! I’ma be super fast!” She told him. A shadow fell over them, making them both look up.

Qrow hadn’t realized he’d been missing that dumb smile until he saw it again.

“Howdy thar.” Tai greeted. “What brings you around these parts stranger?”

He snorted. “Oh nothing, just thought I’d check in. See how you guys were doing.”

“Oo, oo! I made lots of friends! And Nana makes the best cookies.” Ruby revealed. She cupped a hand around her mouth, divulging secretly, “If you’re real nice, she might give you one too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

One of the kids yelled, “Ruby, come on! You’re holding up the game!”

“Okaaay!” She pat him on the cheek. “I gotta go kick butt now. Bye Mr. Qrow!”

Qrow watched her run back to the field, before his eyes drifted to Oscar. The little boy ducked a bit behind his uncle, but offered him a tentative wave. He smiled, waving back.

“They’re rather attached to you.” Tai observed.

He got to his feet, running a hand across the back of his head. “Not sure why.”

“Well, it’s not unusual exactly, but it usually happens between the guide and the soul. People ‘round here call it the Peter Pan effect ‘cause it’s so common.”

Qrow hummed thoughtfully as he eyed the other. Was that why he felt so compelled to find him? “That so? Guess I’m a regular ol’ Hook in that allegory then.”

“Nah, you’re more of a temperamental Tinkerbell.” Tai laughed over his indignant squawks, calling, “Hey I’m going to show Qrow around, do you guys got things here?”

“Yes, Tai dear, we can handle it. Have fun on your date.” His ex-wife called, looking just a little too devious.

And God forbid if Qrow didn’t jump on that one. “A date, huh? It’d better be up to my standards then.” He polished his fingernails against his chest like a posh rich man. “I’ll have you know I have rather elegant tastes.”

“Ugh. I’m not dignifying either of you with a response.” Tai grumbled, more for show than anything since he was clearly amused. “Come on, I’ll show you the barn first. And if you promise no jokes, I’ll even let you pet a horse.” He bounded over the fence, gesturing for him to follow.

“Afraid you’d have more luck getting a hog to fly than getting me to abide by your law, Sheriff.” He quipped as he landed beside him.

“I see you’re still quite the charlatan.” He laughed as they walked along the painted lines of the baseball field. “How have you been? You getting along well up here?”

“Well, I’m disappointed there’s no cloud trampolines.” He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, hoping it made him appear more casual then he felt. “But, everything’s just about as full of rainbows and bunnies as I expected.”

He didn’t know why he bothered, since Tai had always had a knack for seeing right through him. “It’s hard to get used to, huh?”

“I mean, it’s not terrible. It’s just weird. And I don’t really know what to do with myself most days.” He admitted.

“Most new souls spend their first few weeks just visiting family or exploring. Have you found Raven yet?”

“Yeah. First thing I did after we separated at the gates was go to Rae’s place. Heh, it was quite a shock for her.” Qrow wouldn’t reveal that her way of dealing with it was punching him in the face just to make sure he was real.

One of the things that had surprised him was discovering that his sister hadn’t been immediately aware he’d entered Heaven – or had even known that he’d died a few years back. Apparently, that was just how it worked. It gave the newcomers time to adjust and visit family and friends at their own pace. Which was probably a blessing, since most reunions were guaranteed to be emotional – that is, if all his bawling was anything to go by.

“Mostly just been with her, catching up. Hanging out. That sort of thing.” He explained.

Tai regarded him like he was an autostereogram and the image just wasn’t quite clear yet. “Just her?”

“For now.” He replied vaguely, wisely changing topics before he could pry more. “What about you? How’s that leg doing?”

“I’m completely crippled, can’t you tell?” He placed a hand against his forehead like he might faint. “My afterlife is over!”

He rolled his eyes at the other’s theatrics. “Don’t oversell it buddy.”

“And waste my chance to annoy you? Never.”

The conversation stayed fairly light from there and once he started inquiring about the kids, there was really no stopping the other’s chattering. He didn’t mind because Tai was rather nice to listen to when he was speaking so passionately and it also didn’t require him to reply as much. Mostly, it gave him a chance to get his head together; he’d come all this way for a reason after all. He just needed the right moment to ask. The only problem was…

“And over here is my favorite spot!”

…the more excited Tai seemed to get, the less Qrow wanted to broach what was weighing on him.

He quickened his step to keep up as the other darted around the corner of the building. “Tai I – oh. Wow.”

“Right?” The other angel replied stepping underneath the porch that hung over the left side of the house.

He strode up next to him, finding it was an excellent spot to gander at the beautiful garden spread out before them. Stepping stones made natural, winding paths framed by bushes of roses, lilacs, hydrangeas, and rhododendrons all leading to the same center – a crystal clear pond decorated with waterlilies and sweetgrass. As they strolled along one of the paths, he took notice of the small trees speckled about the orchard and, while he didn’t know the names of most of them, the Japanese Maples with their cherry-red leaves were unmistakable. He stepped off the path to head towards a nearby cluster.

He knew them because they were the very same kinds of trees that stood outside his mother’s hospital room. When it was too hard to watch her dying in bed, he’d sit at the window to look at them instead. When her health really started failing, he spent more time at that spot than at her bedside.

One day, she asked him what he was staring at.

“Nothing.” He’d muttered. “Just these dumb trees.”

“What makes them dumb?”

He gestured expressively. “They’re red! Who puts red trees outside a hospital?”

Her chuckle was weak, like everything else about her these days. “I suppose it does seem a little odd. Do you know what those are?”

“I dunno, blood trees?” He guessed, slumping more in his seat.

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Now, now, don’t talk like that. It dishonors your ancestors. Especially when talking about those trees – they’re important to our heritage.” When he only grunted, she continued, “Now let me tell you something Q-”

“-Row? You fancy those ones?”

The memory faded to static.

Qrow looked from the grove to the man who had trailed him.

Tai tilted his head up, giving them a good gander. “They’re gorgeous, right?”

“Yeah,” He agreed slowly, walking the last few steps it took to stand in front of one. “Do you know what they are?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “A maple of some kind, right?”

“Yeah. A Japanese Maple.” He rubbed one of the star-shaped leaves between his thumb and forefinger. “My mother told me a story about them once.”

“Oh? What about?”

“Well, there was this war that crippled Japan. Shortly after it, these trees were discovered. The Imperial Family immediately had their staff plant thousands of them across their royal capital, but no one knew the reason.” He started off hesitantly, but when Tai’s expression didn’t fall to disinterest, he continued more earnestly. “Rumors started going ‘round that the Family’s intention was to make these trees a symbol of royalty. The Emperor heard of this but did not speak of it until an entire year had passed. When it came time to address his people, he chastised them, saying that only the foolish would dare claim nature as his own. He then challenged his people to look at the trees and speak if they could answer this:” Qrow gestured grandly like he imagined the Emperor must have. “’For every day these trees had their leaves, on what day were they not red?’”

Completely engrossed by the tale, Tai’s tone had a hint of wonder as he asked, “What happened?”

“No one spoke. They all knew that day did not exist.” He answered. “In their silence, the Emperor’s voice seemed even more powerful than usual. He told them that all other trees were weak, because they could only hold that color for a few weeks before they fell. But these trees held enough strength to endure that color every day of the year – and if the Gods had bestowed such a tree to grow in their nation, then it was a sign that even during such trying times, every citizen born upon their great land had the ability to show that same level of endurance and strength.”

“Whoa.” Tai looked back at the trees, seeming to see them in a new light. “That’s amazing.”

“It’s one of my favorite stories.” Qrow told him, looking up as well into kaleidoscope of red hues, some bright as gemstones and some light as rust. Others dark as wine or pale like his eyes.

He could hear his mother’s voice whispering across his memory: “Anyone who looks at you will see in the color of your eyes that you hold the same endurance and strength in yourself. Just like I always have.”

He shut his eyes and took a steadying breath. Right. He could do this. “Tai, I needed to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

He felt his chest constrict uncomfortably as he faced him. “How different am I from the man you first met?”

Tai rose an eyebrow, looking befuddled. “Well. You’re less pointy.”

“No, not that! Before I got dragged into Hell.” Qrow said, feeling himself grow more insistent.

“Oh my god.” His eyes widened as realization hit. “You remember.”

“Yeah?” Qrow replied. What did that have to do with anything? “I remembered before going through the light. But that’s not-”

He was cut off when the other reached out, gripping his arms tightly. “I’m so sorry!”

“Uh, what?”

Tai either didn’t notice his confusion or was too caught up to realize it, words coming out in a rush, “I know there’s nothing I can really say to make up for losing you like that, but I really am sorry! And I understand if you’re too angry to accept that but-”

“Whoa, okay! Hold up a second!” Qrow covered his mouth before he could keep spilling out his guts. “I’m not mad about that!”

“Yo-You’re not?”

He supposed it wasn’t that farfetched to believe – but his life experience had taught him a long time ago that taking his anger out on others didn’t really fix anything. It just spread the hurt more. “Tai, four of them jumped you. What were you going to do?”

Tai backed off, jaw set so hard he worried his teeth would shatter. “That doesn’t matter. I let you down. My job was to get you home and I failed you.”

He looked to the left. Then to the right. Spread his arms wide. “Huh, looks like home to me.”

“That’s not-”

“Come on man, do you think I didn’t put two and two together? Why you kept conveniently showing up every time I got close to a lost soul? You were practically stalking me. Not that I can blame you, I mean have you seen me? I’m irresistible.” Qrow waved to himself, pleased when that finally got a weak laugh out of the other. He lowered his hand, meeting his eyes as he told him seriously, “You didn’t give up on me, even when I was acting my worst, and for that I owe you more than I can possibly give back.”

Tai’s smile was tentative. “Then you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You made all the big steps all on your own.”

The argument was on the tip of his tongue, about how he’d never have taken even one had the other angel not stepped in to begin with, but ultimately decided to let it go. They’d just run in circles at that point. “Whatever happened to that whole ‘forgive yourself and move on’ motto of yours?”

“I also told you that isn’t easy.” He reminded.

Qrow huffed. “Tch, yeah I got that.”

“Is that what’s bothering you?”

“Yes!” He shouted, wings opening as explosively as his mouth. To Tai’s credit, he didn’t even flinch back, even as he practically yelled in his face. “I thought if I came up here, things would be different! That I would be different! But nothing’s changed! I don’t get it! I’ve been punished. Put to death. Atoned! But I still feel wrong.” He turned away, folding his wings and crossing his arms as he glared at the roots of the maple tree. “I hate this… but I just don’t know what else I can do.”

A hand on his shoulder made him look up. Tai gave him a quietly considerate look and when he spoke, his voice was gentle. “Our situations aren’t the same, so I don’t know if my story will do any good, but I’d be happy to tell it to you if you feel it might.”

“…Alright.” It probably wouldn’t. But after three decades, he was willing to try anything.

He was also, maybe, a little curious.

“Follow me.” Tai led him to the center of the garden, sitting down on one of the flat rocks that circled the water.

He settled down on the one beside him, certain he knew what to expect as Tai plucked one of his feathers. However, he did not raise it to the light like before. Instead, he gripped the feather by the barb and touched the quill tip to the water, making slow, swirling motions. As the rings rippled across the lake, he spoke, accent growing more prominent as if the nostalgia brought it forth, “The town I grew up in wasn’t much. We had a chapel for prayin’. A saloon for drinkin’. Most people made their own living by rearing their own cattle and growing their own stock.”

Qrow watched as an image formed with the words, seeing the dusty town Tai was speaking of. There weren’t a lot of buildings, and what was there was mostly log cabin homes with a few farms off in the distances. Despite that, there was a lot of activity on the street. A horse was pulling a wagon through town. Two men were sitting outside the saloon, cheering each other. A few women were using washboards to clean clothes. It wasn’t until he spotted the chapel with it’s cross mounted properly instead of fallen to the side as it was now, that he knew he’d been here before. “This is where we took Oscar.”

He nodded. “Yeah, this be it. This was my home.” He pointed to one of the farm houses on the eastern side.

As if the gesture were a command, the picture zoomed in on it. Tai, probably no more than seven or eight, was hanging onto the railing, swinging his legs as he stared at the little girl who looked almost identical to Ruby. She was clinging to her mother’s raggedy dress, but she was staring at Tai just as intently. The men of the two families stood between their own, talking.

“I met Summer when I was just a boy. Her family had traveled far in hopes to find silver but the mines had been bled dry years ago. Her family was devastated and too weakened by their travel to go further. The townspeople pointed them our way. My father had always been a kind man, believing in helpin’ those in need, so he struck a deal. He asked for the family’s workin’ hands and in return he’d give them room and board. On this arrangement, our families prospered.”

The scenes started to shift, showing snapshot after snapshot of memory. The two kids laughing as they tried to balance eggs on their noses from the chicken coop. Leaping into the lake together. Racing each other through the field.

“It wasn’t long before Summer and I were the best of friends. We were also quite the rascals.” Tai chuckled as it showed the two of them in the saloon. His younger self, about ten now, betting on a poker game with ears of corn, much to the adults’ amusement. Summer sitting at the barstool, a dancer doing her hair up in a rose bun. “Soon, that all changed to sumthin more. I still remember the day I realized I was in love with her.”

Now a teenager, Tai stood outside saddling up a horse, when a noise caused him to turn around. His eyes grew wide as Summer came gliding over, the train of her dress following her. The shoulderless French-style gown was gorgeous, black as night with white roses festooned into the pleats. She had white gloves to match and a ribbon tied into a bow around her neck. She did a little spin, seeming to ask if he liked it. Tai stepped forward, taking off his hat and placing it against his chest. Whatever he told her made her laugh behind her hand.

“I was very smitten.” Tai’s gaze was distant. “It didn’t take our fathers long to realize what was happening. We were soon given their blessin’ and wed immediately after. Love was so rarely sought in those times, but I knew no woman could have made me happier than she did. That truth was no truer than the day she made me a father.”

Qrow snorted when the new image formed of the man holding his newborn daughter.

“What?” Tai asked him.

“You look terrible in a beard.” He told him.

“Oh can it!” He shoved him a bit before continuing his story. “Yang ended up being our only child. We tried for others, but it was hard to keep a child to term. I never felt like we were incomplete though. And even when nature took its course for our parents, and left only us three to maintain the farm, we were able to get by.” The trio were inside their home. Yang looked to be in her adolescence. She sat beside Tai, watching him intently as he showed her how to tie a hunter’s knot. Summer was in the kitchen, stirring something in a large pot. “But…”

Suddenly Summer started to cough, falling to her knees. Tai looked up, before hurrying to her side.

“Then we lost her. It happened so quickly, I felt like I’d hardly said goodbye before I was burying her.”

It was a little row of crosses made of sticks, nothing more. Five of them in all. Tai sat before the newest dug one, just staring like he couldn’t see anymore. Yang was crying.

Tai looked down at his past self, sighing softly. “I never thought myself a weak man before, but I feel losing her proved to me I didn’t have the fortitude I thought I did. I loved Summer very deeply, and when she left, it was like taking all that love and leaving nothing but an empty well.” He lowered his head more, his chin almost touching his chest. “I can’t even say what I had in my mind the day I did it. Everything was just hurtin’ so much and I wanted it to stop. So. I made it stop.”

Qrow inhaled sharply as the picture formed of the blond man sitting alone in his house, staring blankly down at his revolver before he slowly rose it to his temple. Before the scene could finish, Tai smacked the water and it disappeared.

He let himself breathe again, glancing over at him.

Tai took a moment to gather himself, before finally facing him. “When you walked towards the light, you heard a voice. Whose was it?”

Taken a bit aback by the sudden shift of topics, it took him a moment to reply. “Uh, Raven’s.”

He nodded, as if this made perfect sense. “It’s the voice of the person you most want to see. You would think mine would be Summer’s…” His look was pained. “But I heard Yang’s. In that instant I knew what a mistake I had made – and the worst part was, I couldn’t take it back!” He chuckled bitterly. “Summer was furious. She wanted nothing to do with me. And who could blame her? I had left our daughter behind. No father should ever do that.”

Qrow felt the oddest sense of Déjà Vu as he struggled to find a way to dissolve the heavy atmosphere. Wasn’t the last time he had to do this by waterside as well? “Well, things seemed to be alright now?” He finally offered lamely.

“Yes, but it wasn’t always.” Tai ran a hand over his face, sighing loudly. “I felt like I lived with nothing but constant guilt. I agonized over what I had done and I even started to view my and Summer’s separation as just a punishment I deserved. And an angel in turmoil isn’t allowed on the human plane either, so I couldn’t even have the consolation of checking up on how Yang was doing!”

He swallowed uneasily. This was starting to sound a bit too familiar.

“I found no solace in it all until Yang finally passed on and visited me.” He went on. “I didn’t know what to say when I suddenly had her there, on my doorstep. I was ready for her to be angry. A part of me even wanted her to be. But before I could even utter her name, she was throwing her arms around me and telling me how much she missed me.” He looked down at his hands, probably recalling how he’d held her that day. “Heh, can you imagine that? I was prepared for her to throw anything at me… except that.”

Qrow bit at the edge of his tongue, wishing it could be that easy for him. “So that was it? You just felt better?”

“No, not even.” He shook his head. “I still felt all that shame just festering inside of me and it bled into everything I tried to do. Every time we were together, I felt nothing but wrongness. I thought I shouldn’t be allowed to be her father, because I’d choose to leave her. That I didn’t deserve much at all, if I’d forfeited my life. Some days I couldn’t even bare to see her. Can’t tell you how many times I canceled plans just ‘cause I was so miserable.”

Qrow turned away uncomfortably, thinking of his own mother he still refused to go visit. Of his sister’s many failed attempted to push the issue and her annoyance with him when he only resisted more.

Tai seemed too caught up to notice his shift in demeanor, raking an agitated hand through his hair, the memories seeming to being back his previous frustration. “It was no better with Summer. Even when we agreed we wouldn’t get back together, at times it seemed even just trying to be friends again was impossible. I had to of apologized about a thousand times. But,” He placed his hand over his heart, carrying on more lightly, “if I can be proud of anything, I can be proud of what a smart, capable woman my daughter had grown up to be. For she was the one who told me that I could ask for forgiveness from everyone all I wanted, but I would never gain peace if I didn’t forgive myself.” He met his gaze then, his eyes earnest as he told him, “It didn’t come quickly or easily. I’d had that way of thinking for so long, it was hard to let go of – sometimes I was even afraid I never could. But I kept trying, at first for her, so she could have the father she deserved. But eventually, it was for myself too.”

“How long did it take?” Qrow asked.

“Until the day I became a guiding angel.”

He calculated that quickly. Placed a hand against his forehead. “Shit.”

He saw the other’s reaching hand in his peripheral vision, but didn’t jerk back from the gentle touch that ran over his cheek.

“Qrow,” Tai’s soft voice sent shivers along his spine for more reasons than one. “I may not be able to tell you how long it will take for yourself, but I can tell you that you have the strength to do it.”

He faced him, retorting, “How can you say that when you don’t even know what I’ve done?”

“Because I’ve always believed in you.” He said, simple as that. He withdrew, adding, “But if you’d like to tell me, I’ll listen. It helps more than you think.”

Qrow looked down at the water, tossing the idea around. He’d avoided it this long, dancing around the topics he felt might give Tai too much reason to pry. But if he was right, and this could be a step to heal, then what did he really have to lose by trying?

This whatever it is going on between us. His traitorous conscious reminded.

His counterargument was worse. Well, then it’s better if he finds out now.

(As that thought finished, he realized maybe that whole ‘bleeds into everything’ bit had a lot of merit.)

He felt Tai’s eyes on him as he straightened up, reaching back to pull one of his own feathers. He lowered it, stirring the water with it as he begun, “When I was fourteen, my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It took her pretty fast.” He felt a pang in his heart, seeing his younger self clinging onto his sister as they sat in the darkened hallway of the church. He remembered that – it had been just after his mom’s funeral service, paid for with what little savings she had. “We were fairly poor and any family we did have didn’t bother to reach out and claim us. So, the foster care program took us. Tried to find a home for us. We certainly didn’t make it easy; we’d been so angry and scared that we just couldn’t ‘behave’. I can’t tell you how many homes and schools I saw those first few months. No one wanted to take in a couple of kids who were more trouble then we were worth.”

The scene shifted to one that made his blood boil. He was sitting outside the caregiver’s office, his eyes widening as he overheard what she was saying before he was sprinting down the hall. “They eventually started talking about separating us. It had terrified us… and so we did something really stupid.” Raven was pulling open the window, and as she climbed up onto the sill, Qrow handed her a backpack. He had one of his own on his shoulders. “We ran.”

He smiled at the next one, seeing himself pulling a blanket up over himself and his sister. “We spent that first night sleeping under a park bench. We had all these grand ideas about how we’d make it on our own. We didn’t even have our high school degrees or a dime to our name, but back then we thought we’d just take on the world and it’d be fine.”

His smile fell, watching the same snapshot effect that happened with Tai’s story happen with his own as he spoke, “It wasn’t long before we got desperate. We started stealing out of grocery stores. Eating fruit right in the store or opening up boxes with prepackaged foods so the sensors wouldn’t trip. Sneaking into gyms to shower. Walking out of Goodwill wearing new clothes underneath our old ones. Eventually, the store managers started to recognize us. A few of ‘em even called the cops. We almost got caught a bunch of times. Sometimes, I kind of wish we had.”

“You two were rather resourceful.” Tai side-eyed him a moment, before focusing back on the water where he and his sister were hiding in the shadows of a fire escape as an officer went running down the alley below.

“In some ways.” Qrow agreed. “But we were in trouble. We couldn’t live like that forever. We knew we needed some sort of solid plan for the future. Some way to get money. That’s how we met Junior.” The picture of the man that formed was as clear in the water as it was in his mind. He still recalled his first thought about him was that he was way too well-dressed to be on their side of town. “He ran an underground gang. They supplied drugs, did petty theft, stuff like that. We knew it was crazy and really, really stupid, but we asked to join. We’d basically been doing something similar so, we figured it wouldn’t be much different.”

He swallowed down his own disgust, seeing the terrified woman staring down the barrel of his shotgun while Raven loaded cash in a bag. “We mostly did the robberies – smoke shops, liquor stores, you name it. If it was a cheap shop that held too much cash in the register, we were hitting it. Junior tried to get us to sell drugs. Among,” His teeth nearly cracked as he saw one of the promiscuous leers their boss would give his sister, “other things. But the reason we liked holding places up was because it was the easiest way to sneak the money right under Junior’s nose. We would pocket a few twenties here, an occasional hundred there. He didn’t miss it because he never knew it existed. We kept telling each other we’d only stay until we had enough to get a place of our own, then we were out of there. But…”

The picture was ahead of his mouth. He felt shivers running down his spine at the sight of the red-head he and Raven were being cornered by. He’d never thought much about Adam Taurus until he was facing down the wrong end of the other’s Glock. “Junior had found out and sent someone to dispose of us. We… We tried to pay the guy off. All the money we had earned, we used it to bargain for our lives.” It shifted to their little closet-sized bedroom, Qrow pulling out the lockbox they had hidden in the wall. Beside it, was a pistol. “At least, we were pretending to. Raven was talking to him, trying to keep the focus on her so I could shoot him.”

He shut his eyes, unable to face what he knew was going to play out. He’d seen it enough in his nightmares. The way he’d pulled out the gun, aiming it at their captor.

“Just let us go!” He had said, his hands shaking.

“What are you doing? Shoot him!” Raven hissed.

“No one has to die, he just has to leave!” He told her, wishing she’d shut up. He could talk their way out of this, just like he did everything else.

Adam sighed loudly. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Qrow-!” Raven yelled as she spun on her heels towards him.

The report of the gunshot deafened him. His mind and vision went fuzzy. Dimly he wondered why his sister was falling to the ground, limbs akimbo like a broken doll. His arms jerked down, hands reflexively tightening as he cried out her name. The sound of his own gun going off was distant in his ears. The bullet buried its way into the hitman’s gut, throwing him to the ground. Adam’s second round, the one that likely would have killed Qrow, went wild into the ceiling, raining down dust.

“God…” Tai’s horrified gasp drew him back to the present.

His eyes opened and he looked down at the image of himself holding onto his sister’s limp body as he sobbed into her bloody hair. Qrow reached out towards himself, hand shaking as badly as it did back then, and smacked the water, watching it scatter away into nothing. “I-I guess you can see I failed pretty spectacularly. But I did something worse.” He couldn’t raise his head, so he just watched the goldfish swim as he told the rest of it. “Raven was the last thing I had and she was gone. Junior had taken her from me. I didn’t know what to do. The only thing I did know was that I was so, so angry.” His fingers tightened into fists. “I wanted to kill that motherfucker for what he did – I didn’t care what it took! So, I used the money to pay off one of his bodyguards. They looked away just long enough and I shot him right in the back of his head. The cops caught me a few days later. I was eighteen by then, so they tried me like an adult.”

He laughed hollowly. “Pre-meditated murder. First degree. Twenty-five years and then a final walk to Death Row. Didn’t even bother to plead anything but guilty. I walked out of that court room howling like it was the funniest thing, because by then I’d realized, it didn’t matter. Nothing did anymore.” He bit at his lip, feeling his stomach twisting into painful knots. “I had thought I’d feel vindicated. But I just felt empty. Killing Junior didn’t bring back Raven. It didn’t make me feel any less responsible. I was a murderer, and for what?!” He pressed his fist against his forehead, gritting out, “How can I ever make something like that right?”

He heard a soft rustling beside him and then a golden wing curved around him, just as it had on the lakeside. “You don’t.” Tai proclaimed. “You accept that you did something wrong and then you work at it from there.”

“How?!”

“I don’t know.” He admitted, sliding in closer. “But, I can say this was a good first step.”

With everything all mixed up in his mind right then, Qrow didn’t know how to feel about the fact the other didn’t seem the slightest bit repulsed. With it so cluttered, he also didn’t seem to have the power to resist leaning into the other’s comfort for a little while.

Qrow stirred at the distant sound of chatter and shrieking, blinking away his drowsiness as he stared up at the emerald sky. Wait, when had it become the afternoon?

A groan made him look at the person next to him, seeing how Tai’s expression pinched before he peeked open one eye. “Guess it’s lunchtime.”

He stared at him, then looked about, disoriented. They were still by the pond, but sprawled out along the grass beside it. He didn’t recall moving though. He didn’t recall much at all after he’d finished his story. “Uh… what happened?”

“Sorry.” Tai said around a yawn. “I shoulda warned ya showing me anything would zap your energy something fierce.”

He absorbed that fact, feeling a slight sting as he wondered how long it took Tai to return home that day from Hecate’s Lake. “So, we slept on the ground?”

“Sorta.” He drawled, looking down pointedly.

Qrow followed his gaze, then sat up quickly as he realized his body was pinning down the other’s wing. He was going to be feeling that for the day. “Uh, sorry.”

Tai just shrugged it off, sitting up as well. He stretched out his wings before folding them against his back. “I woulda got you inside but, you were fading pretty fast and you’re a mite bit heavier than I can carry.”

“What a shame. Guess you won’t be sweeping me off my feet anytime soon then. What ever shall I do?” He said, playing up his distress.

“And you say I oversell it.” He replied as he got to his feet.

Qrow took the hand offered to him. He stretched as well, inclining his head towards the source of the noise. It was drawing nearer. “I should probably get going.”

“Or you could stay.”

He arched a brow questioningly.

Tai grinned, running a hand over his neck as he tried to hide his fluster. “I mean, there’s always room for more. And I’m sure Ruby and Oscar would be ecstatic.”

It was really hard to say no. “I have… a prior engagement. Promised my sis I’d be back by now.” It was even harder to see the other droop with disappointment, so he quickly added, “But, another time?”

“Alright, but I’m holding ya to that.” He told him, nodding towards the front yard. “I’ll walk you to the gate.”

They took the long way around the garden to get there, but it still felt too quick by the time they were stepping past the iron-wrought doors. They hesitated just outside of them.

Tai shifted a bit on his feet, speaking first, “It was nice seeing you again.”

About half a dozen cocky responses leapt into his brain at once. What ended up slipping out was much more genuine, “Yeah. Same here.” Feeling his face heating up, Qrow quickly turned away, clearing his throat. “And uh, thanks. For everything.”

“Hmmm.”

That wasn’t the response he expected. “What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He said, rubbing his chin. “I’m just trying to figure out the score. I mean, I still owe you a thanks for helping me on the last mission.”

His meaning took a moment to click, but when he got it, Qrow chuckled. “Oh, is that all? I have a solution for that.” He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. “We’ll share it.”

“Oh.” The other angel murmured as understanding sunk in. His strong hands curved around Qrow’s bony hips. “I can do that.”

A giddy feeling jump-started his heart, so unexpectedly good after so much bad, it couldn’t help but bubble out in another soft laugh. Qrow lent forward.

Tai met him halfway.

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TLaG is my favourite fic to read (and re-read!) at the moment. I’m in love with your Lana and Mary Eunice

I know for my headcanons, I answered that Misty made the first move, but I had a better idea for Cordelia doing it in this fic, so... bear with me, I’m an inconsistent piece of shit. :)

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Cordelia tapped her way into the greenhouse. Her cane bumped against the door jamb, and she stepped over it without much consideration, only to bump her hip against the table. The jarring upset a pot. She dropped her cane and clawed at the air to catch it, but it gusted right past her hands. “Oop!” The pot didn’t shatter on the ground. “I gotcha.” Cordelia released a pent-up sigh at the sound of Misty’s quietly accented voice as she caught the potted plant in her hands and replaced it on the table. “Hey, Miss Cordelia!”

The smile on Misty’s voice was palpable. Cordelia smiled in return. She had a bunch of questions for Misty—more questions than she liked to consider—but she didn’t know where to begin, so she avoided them for the time being. “Hi, Misty. Sorry.”

“Oh, you’re fine. This one needs repotted, anyway—you would’ve saved me the time.” Misty wiped off her hands on her dress. “You alright? I can get right outta your way, just say the word—I’m just dodging Madison, hanging out down here.”

“No, no!” Cordelia imagined there was very little she could do in the greenhouse now. Before, she spent her hours of fun trimming up the plants and making them beautiful, harvesting their fruits and drying their leaves and roots for potions ingredients, collecting everything useful and recycling the rest. But now, she couldn’t hold a pair of shears without her hands shaking, and she couldn’t tell which leaves were wilted and which ones were healthy just by feeling. “I was looking for you, actually.” Looking for.

If Misty noticed, she didn’t say anything. “Oh, right. Well, you found me.”

Yeah. I sure did. Cordelia bit her lower lip and inclined her eyebrows. “I was just—” She tried to shuffle out of Misty’s way, but she bumped up against the table again, and Misty took her by the hand and led her away from the obstacle course. The warm skin of Misty’s hand pressed against hers. Visions responded in kind—picking up a deceased animal from the road and breathing life into it, strolling through the swampy forests and dense undergrowth of the bayou, feeding a squirrel from the palm of her hand—and Cordelia marveled at the purity of Misty’s life. The other people she touched sent her visions of horrible things. Even hugging Stevie Nicks had prompted her with images of line after line of cocaine. Yet Misty had nothing dark on her past, nothing marring her soul, to appear in Cordelia’s Sight. “I’m sorry.” Misty didn’t take her hand away. She didn’t seem to care. “I was wondering if you knew anything about the man who tried to kill you.”

Mentioning it flared memories to the surface, Misty guiding Myrtle by the hand through the trees and crouching into ditches and ducking into water holes for safety until the silhouette of the intruder vanished with the coming sunrise. “I don’t know anything about him, no. Figure it was just somebody trying to end the game of ‘burn the witch.��”

Misty still didn’t let go of her hand. No one had touched Cordelia for so long since she had lost her sight. Fiona, who claimed to support her through this great adventure of her life, dodged her touch more than ever before. The girls were shy of her and ducked out of her way wherever she walked—though that was probably a good thing to keep her from falling all over them. Even Myrtle hesitated a little longer than usual before hugging her. Misty held onto her hand easily. Dirt and grit on her skin ground between their two limbs. “I’m concerned it might have been more than that.”

“What are you thinking?”

Her blunt question was comforting. Misty wanted to know what she thought and asked her opinion frankly. Cordelia squeezed her hand. “We know there are witch hunters in the area.” She could almost hear the sound of the gears turning in Misty’s head. “Did anyone know where you were staying? Anyone at all?”

She hesitated to answer. “No… Nobody but Zoe and Kyle and Madison.”

Of course. Cordelia didn’t know why it hadn’t occurred to her before. Someone had brought Madison back to life. Zoe didn’t have magic powerful enough to achieve such a feat, even if she showed many signs of being the next Supreme. Anyone who had been paying attention could have pieced it together. “Right.” Her brow quirked. “With Madison, how did you…” She didn’t know how to ask the question. Madison had been dead for more than a week when Misty had found her. It wasn’t a simple case of vitalum vitalis.

In a rather offhand tone, Misty said, “Oh, it was pretty easy. I mean, she was half-rotten, but after we sewed her arm back on and got all of the death out of her, it was smooth sailing.”

“You sewed her arm back on? ”

“Yeah. Told Zoe I wouldn’t bring her back without the arm attached. Zoe’s not a very good seamstress, but I know enough. Stitched her up good as new. Barely a scar now.”

This was all news to Cordelia, who raised her eyebrows. Misty was blase about the whole event. “That’s… That’s some really impressive magic, Misty.” She brought Myrtle back, too. Myrtle had been burned, surely suffering worse injuries than Cordelia could imagine, and she didn’t want to imagine them, nor did she want to linger on the way Misty’s memories flashed with the stench of gasoline and the taste of ash whenever she got occupied. “Have you considered what Myrtle said?” she asked after a brief hesitance.

To her surprise, this question was the one that made Misty break contact with her. She turned away, pulling her hand away from Cordelia’s, and settled over one of the pots. “Yeah.” The tone to her voice dropped.

Cordelia pursed her lips. “You’re not a fan?”

“I don’t want to be anybody’s leader. I just want to find somewhere I belong.”

“You have us, now.”

Misty chuckled, but it was a dark and dry sound, nothing borne of true humor. “Zoe found me twice,” she said, “and both times wanted me to fix somebody who had died. I picked one of your own off of the stake. No offense, Miss Cordelia, but y’all have a serious problem of getting each other killed, and I don’t want no part of it.”

The criticism took Cordelia aback. But it was a fair. “That’s why we need a Supreme to help us sort things out,” she said. “Fiona is fading, whether she likes it or not. She’s going to fall. We need her successor to do a better job.”

“Who’s to say she won’t kill me before I get the chance?”

“Who’s to say she can kill you?” Misty had come back to life once after dying to the method witches usually considered most lethal. What could Fiona do to prevent Misty from coming back to life over and over again until the seesaw of death and magic finally snapped on the side of the rightful winner? “There won’t be anything she can do about it.”

A slight scoff came from Misty. “You’ve got a whole lot of faith in this whole order of events thing, don’t you?”

Cordelia’s eyebrows knitted together. “Yeah. I do.”

“Fiona’s been doing this long enough to know exactly what she’s going to do. I’d rather not be in her crosshairs. The whole lot of y’all talk about the future Supreme like she’s a chess piece and not a person. Not a witch, just like the rest of us. Whether or not it’s me—and I really don’t think it is—how would you feel if everybody but you was making gambles on your life?”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

Shears snipped, a familiar sound, but only once. “I’m not the one you’re looking for, Miss Cordelia.” She held out a flower to Cordelia. The petals tickled the tip of her nose. She leaned forward to inhale the scent—familiar and sweet and mild.

She tilted her head back. “Amaryllis.” Misty took the stem of the flower and tucked it beneath the earpiece of her sunglasses. Cordelia’s belly did a flip. An ocean of butterflies rose up from inside of her. “I think you are the one.” As Misty’s hand brushed over the auricle of her ear and tucked her hair behind it, another vision flashed behind her eyes. Misty gazed at her, and her mind echoed, God, she’s so beautiful. Cordelia’s mouth dried up. “I think it’s you,” she repeated.

Misty’s hand left the side of her face. Cordelia reached on reflex to take it again, and Misty allowed her to do it. She pressed Cordelia’s palm to her own face. “And I think it’s you,” she countered. “But nobody really knows who it is, and it’s not my job to make somebody else’s life into my poker chip. What if you get some new witch, and she’s even worse than Fiona?”

“Is that what you think? That you won’t be any good at it?”

“I know I won’t be any good at it.” Cordelia trailed her thumb over Misty’s high cheekbone and her nose and lips. “Especially with the witch hunters. Clearly I don’t have a way to fix that, and I don’t know how to protect anything—not even myself.”

She’s thought about this a lot. “Just the fact that you’re saying all that means you’d care more than Fiona does.” Misty had a pure heart and a vicious loyalty to that which earned her allegiance—she watched, in Misty’s memories, as two revived alligators killed the men who had poached them. Misty’s jaw shifted under Cordelia’s hand and popped dully at the joint, but she didn’t say anything in answer. Cordelia cleared her throat. “I want you to know that I’ll stand by you. Whether you are the Supreme or not, you have a place in this coven. I’d like to be your friend.”

Misty had endured a lot. Cordelia saw the memories of Misty’s life whenever their skin touched, and she found the hours Misty had spent alone heartbreaking—and yet, somehow, they reminded her of herself. Misty had emerged from the other side of hell, from the other side of the fire, just as kind as when she had entered. Another snip followed. “Thank you, Miss Cordelia.” Misty’s hand grazed the side of her face, spinning another set of petals beneath her nose.

She smiled. “Alstroemeria.”

The stem fit under the earpiece of her sunglasses on the other side. Cordelia’s face blushed with heat which she couldn’t banish. “I’d like to be your friend, too.” But Misty’s skin brushed hers, and the touch betrayed her thoughts. She’s pretty as a sunrise the morning before a storm.

When Cordelia left the greenhouse, her stomach whipped up into a tumultuous tornado. It had taken one encounter. Cordelia had fallen hopelessly in love with Misty Day.

II.

A spring bounced into Cordelia’s step as she fled the academy, unburdened by her cane for the first time in weeks. She could see , and the colors were all so much brighter than before. She paused outside the greenhouse to admire the vegetable garden Misty had planted around it, and then she knocked twice on the door and pushed the doors open.

She had never seen Misty before. It occurred to her now, as she entered the building, and her heart floundered into her throat. She knew Misty by touch, her high cheekbones and sharp nose and the bow to her lips and the curly texture of her hair. “Misty?” she called into the greenhouse. The tape of Fleetwood Mac clued in her presence, and as she called out, “Misty?” a second time, a distinct mop of blonde curls appeared from behind a glossy-leaved philodendron plant.

The sight of her took Cordelia’s breath away. She gaped with her mouth open as she stared into the other woman’s blue eyes. No sound came from her. Fortunately, though, Misty didn’t seem to notice. She grinned. Her smile stole Cordelia’s heart right out of her chest, reaching into it with grabbing hands and snatching it from between her ribs. She didn’t know what she had expected—she knew she liked Misty, so she should have expected to find Misty attractive—but the sheer allure to the other woman made her dizzy. Or perhaps the lack of breathing made her dizzy, or a combination of the two. “Hey, Miss Cordelia! Miss Myrtle said she wasn’t sure when you’d be ready to come out. I’m glad to see you.”

The sound of her voice helped ground Cordelia in reality. It was the same Misty who touched her all the time without thought and tucked flowers behind her ears. Not a different person. “Myrtle worries too much. I’m fine.” She smiled in response to Misty’s words, and she said, “I’m glad to seeyou, too,” with a wink.

Misty laughed. “Your eyes are wicked cool. Were they always like that?”

Cordelia shook her head. “Myrtle has an artistic touch. I think she did it to irritate my mother.” She hadn’t missed the heated exchange between Myrtle and Fiona over the color of her eyes. “Frankly, I don’t care what color they are. I can see out of them. That’s what matters.” One eye was a little blurrier than the other. She wondered if she had somehow wound up with one eye requiring glasses.

“You got your head on straight, then. Come here, will you show me that thing you told me to do the other day? I had it, then, but now it’s not working now.”

Misty took it in stride. She didn’t draw special attention to Cordelia or fawn over. To her, nothing about Cordelia had changed at all, and Cordelia appreciated that more than she let on. “Sure.” She sidled up beside Misty over a wilty bunch of lamb’s ear. “Do you remember the incantation?”

“Yeah. It’s just not wanting to bloom for me.” Misty squinted at the plant, like she tried to figure out its secrets. She repeated the Latin incantation. The leaves quivered and rose a little, but then they wilted again. “I tried it with those others, too, and they all perked right up. This one’s being tricky. It’s got something up its sleeves.”

“It’s a plant. It doesn’t have sleeves.”

“Oh, you know what I mean.” Cordelia chuckled. One of her hands landed on the small of Misty’s back. Misty scrunched up her freckled nose as she gazed down at the fuzzy-leaved plant. “What am I doing wrong?”

Cordelia bit her lower lip. No one had ever asked her about magic before, not when it came to performing. Her own abilities were limited enough for younger witches to distrust her. But Misty didn’t see any of that. “I think you’re trying too hard. Don’t force it. Sometimes the plants are fickle about being asked or being told.”

Misty raised her eyebrows and blinked back at Cordelia. “So a plant doesn’t have sleeves, but it can tell the difference between me telling it to do something and asking it nicely?” she asked in a skeptical voice. Cordelia shrugged. “Alright.” Misty accepted her word as the law and repeated the incantation, this time in a quieter, gentler voice. As Cordelia had predicted, the lamb’s ear fanned out its soft leaves into the sunlight, as if to smile at Misty. “Thanks! You were right!”

“How do you do it with the vegetables in the garden? Isn’t it the same spell?”

A wrinkle appeared in the middle of Misty’s forehead. “Spell? I don’t use a spell for the vegetables. I just do what comes natural. You told me to use the made up words for these plants, so that’s what I was doing.”

Made up words. Cordelia decided to correct that misconception at a later date. “Well—try that on one of these. See if it works.” Clearly, Misty had a gift for botany. She seemed to have a gift for almost everything. Cordelia took a pot of drooping sage and put it in front of Misty.

Misty pursed her lips. She pressed both of her hands on top of the soil and framed the plant between her thumbs and index fingers. Then she spat into the soil. The plant arched upward and flushed back green, brighter than before. “There… You were right again.”

The tip of Cordelia’s nose crinkled. “Do you spit in the vegetables? We’ve been eating those.”

“If you’re worried about my spit, you’re gonna die when I tell you what goes in fertilizer.”

The sharp delivery to Misty’s voice made Cordelia break out in laughter. She tossed her head back, pressing a hand to her temple in incredulity. How did Misty manage to somehow be both so honest and so kind? So funny and so intelligent? Misty took a lock of her hair and split it into two strands, and she started a loose braid with the stem of a fresh-cut gardenia. “You’re going to have all the flowers in the greenhouse cut at this rate.” Cordelia blushed at the way Misty’s tender fingertips caressed her skin and her hair.

Blue eyes met hers, and they smiled, too, crinkled with joy. “Then it’s a good thing you’re teaching me how to grow them all back, right?”

Cordelia held very still for Misty to tie the stem at the end of the braid. She had a collection of the flowers in her room, now, pressing the petals dry between pages of her grandmother’s Bible so she could save them. “You’re very kind, Misty.” I like you a lot. I think I’m in love with you. The last two pieces were too hard to say and far too unwelcome to Misty, who had never known genuine friendship before and who undoubtedly would take her attraction as a betrayal. “Have you tried any other magic?”

“What other magic?”

“I mean… like telekinesis. Or pyrokinesis. Or transmutation.”

Misty snorted. “Listen, I watched Matilda and I know what telekinesis is, but those last two you’re gonna have to break down for somebody who didn’t get an education.”

What had she expected? Misty hadn’t grown up in the coven and didn’t know anything about the seven wonders. “Pyrokinesis is when you control fire at will.”

Pale, dirty hands retreated from Cordelia’s hair where they braided the gardenia behind her ear. “I got burned to death. I think if I could control fire, I would’ve figured it out then.”

“Sometimes coming back to life changes things. You healed Madison’s heart murmur.”

“What’s the other one?” Misty didn’t want to keep talking about fire, and Cordelia didn’t blame her, but she gave her a sideways glance and found a layer of tears on the surface of Misty’s eyes, disguised as she retreated into a shadow cast by a nearby leaf. She thinks about it all the time.

She let the subject go. She didn’t want to push Misty. “Transmutation is when you teleport. Like Star Trek. ”

Misty perked up a little. “I did that. With Zoe. I didn’t mean to, though, it was an accident. I popped up in the back of her car and scared her half to death.”

“Have you tried to do it again?”

She shook her head, quirking her lower lip. “Nah. It made me feel kinda sick the first time. My back teeth started rattling, and I got really uncomfortable, like I had a fever or something.” It sounds like the feeling of becoming Supreme. Cordelia had heard fables after fables of how the new Supreme new she had begun to rise. She bit the tip of her tongue, wondering if she needed to share her thoughts with Misty. “You’re looking at me funny. What’s on your mind?”

Clearing her throat, Cordelia said, “Strange or unusual discomfort with performing new magic is a—a sign of becoming the new Supreme. It’s part of the transference of power.”

Misty’s eyes darted upward, but she didn’t roll them. “You and your Supreme business. Don’t you ever think about something else?” Cordelia opened her mouth, but Misty took her hand. “It’s not me. I’m telling you it’s not me. I can’t do any of the things you just mentioned. Name me some more—I bet I can’t do them, either.”

“You just told me you can do one of them.”

“It’s not me,” Misty repeated. “See? Watch this.” She held out her hand and squinted across the room at a vase of cut roses. The vase hurtled across the room and landed in the palm of her hand. “Goddammit, that was not supposed to work. I didn’t even know I could do that!” Cordelia took the vase away from her. “Listen—it doesn’t matter how much magic I can do. I’m still not the Supreme.”

“You can’t escape it by aggressively not wanting it.”

“I’m not escaping anything, Miss Cordelia.” Cordelia replaced the vase with her hand own hand in Misty’s. Her skin was soft and familiar. I’m in love with the way she feels, the way she sounds, the way she looks. Everything about Misty was an addictive toxin for Cordelia, and she just kept pouring more and more of it into her body without any thought for the consequences. “I can do anything while I’ve got you at my side.”

Cordelia’s heart skipped a beat at Misty’s words. You’ll have me at your side. You won’t be able to get rid of me. She swallowed around the thickness in her throat which marveled at Misty’s sheer goodness. “Then why don’t you want it?” Misty wanted her at her side as a friend, not as anything more, and Cordelia would not mess anything up by interfering. She was not in a position to desire a relationship, especially with her future Supreme.

“It’s not that I don’t want it. I know myself. I know it’s not me.”

“Then who do you think it is?”

“I already told you.” Round blue eyes found hers. “I think it’s you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Cordelia tilted her head. “What on earth makes you think that?” The first time Misty had said it, she had assumed it was a joke, but now, she saw the glint of seriousness in Misty’s blue eyes.

Though she had only seen Misty’s face for the first time today, something about the way she smiled was familiar. She had heard the smile in her voice for weeks. Seeing it was like coming home to an old friend. “I think the magic is smart.” Misty tucked a lock of hair behind Cordelia’s other ear, though she didn’t make an effort to add another flower to her hair. “I think it knows exactly where to go to benefit the coven the most. And that’s with you. You’re the best leader. You care the most.” Misty blinked at her out of the corner of her eye. She lifted up Cordelia’s hand and placed it on her cheek just like before, and Cordelia mapped the familiar planes and noted the images accompanying everything she felt beneath her fingers. “I know I haven’t belonged to the coven very long,” she said, “but I’ve been a witch long enough to know that the magic is smarter than making me or Madison or Zoe the Supreme.”

“The magic would be smart to make you our Supreme.”

Misty chuckled. “That’s a matter of opinion.”

III.

The night had gone so late that even the crickets didn’t hum their tune. Only the owl betrayed the wee hour of the morning with his hoot. Cordelia tapped back into the greenhouse. She knew she would find Misty inside. “Misty?” She sensed the other witch’s aura somewhere in the building.

She didn’t need to search. “I’m right here.” Misty touched her elbow. Cordelia faced her. “Are you okay?” Misty asked her in a low voice. A hesitant hand touched her cheek. Cordelia closed her eyes to keep the burning within them from reaching the surface. She couldn’t cry. Not now. Not when she had worked so hard to get Misty back. She needed to celebrate, and she needed to focus. Her girls were going to enter a dangerous series of tests in just a few days. She didn’t have time to mourn.

Her lack of an answer gave Misty more than enough information. Misty hugged her tight. “I’m so sorry.” She kissed Cordelia’s cheek. In spite of everything, she found herself thinking, I wish it were my lips. Misty held her there in the air, swaying back and forth to the beat of the silence—the unusual silence in the building that Misty always filled with music. Only their heartbeats syncopated against one another. Cordelia’s chest pressed against Misty’s. Misty hummed into her ear the tune of “Landslide” without singing any of the words.

Her arms gave Cordelia comfort and strength. She didn’t need to shed a tear. “Thank you, Misty.” She turned her head. The blocky sunglasses bumped against Misty’s face, and she uttered a soft apology before she pulled away. Hugging Misty gave her a slideshow of memories that she didn’t have the heart to view right now. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”

“Let me know if you need anything.” Misty tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and this time, her hands weren’t dirty from playing in the plants and the dirt. “I’ll give it to you. Anything.” Cordelia smiled in response. Then, Misty’s fingers brushed the rim of her sunglasses. Fearing she would try to remove them, Cordelia grabbed her by the wrist. “What happened?” Misty asked.

She knew better than to tell a lie. Misty would see through it. Her magic was the old kind, and she had just a few days before she would rise to take the throne of Supreme. “I had to find you,” she answered simply. She held Misty’s hand in her own to keep her from reaching for the sunglasses. She didn’t know what, exactly, was behind the black lenses, but she knew she didn’t want Misty to see it. “My Sight was gone, and I needed you. So I had to get my Sight back.” She said it flatly.

Misty hooked her fingers under the sunglasses. Cordelia swatted her hands away. “Let me see.” Cordelia shook her head, holding Misty’s hands tightly so she couldn’t reach for the glasses. “Let me see what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do anything to me. I did it to myself. And I would do it again.”

Alabaster hands wrapped up into hers like the bow tying around a gift. “I hope you didn’t do this for some half-cracked notion that I’m going to be your next great leader.” Misty’s voice shook. Cordelia wanted to wipe away her tears. “I’m not your Supreme, Miss Cordelia, and if you hurt yourself for the hope that I am—”

“I didn’t.” She had hurt herself for Misty, definitely, but she had not done it to save her future Supreme. She had done it for a much more selfish reason. “I saved you because you’re my—” Her mouth dried. “You’re my friend.” Misty was just her friend, no matter what else she wanted from the other woman. “I promised to be by your side, and I will be. No matter who rises.”

Cordelia took the liberty to press one hand to Misty’s cheek. She dabbed away the tears falling from her eyes with her thumb. “I’m not worth it, Miss Cordelia… I wasn’t worth it. You threw your eyes away.”

Shaking her head, Cordelia negated the notion. “Blind people can live. I couldn’t live with myself, knowing I could have done something to save you and I didn’t do it.” She caressed Misty’s cheek with her thumb. It’s her. It must be. All of her magic is Divination—she’s so intuitive, it must count. She can use telekinesis. She can transmute. Cordelia had no doubt about Misty’s ability to perform the seven wonders. Misty would become the next Supreme. Will I tell her then? Cordelia inhaled long and deep through her nose, drinking in the sweet scent of Misty. Would she tell Misty how she felt once she became the Supreme? No. She wants my help. If I tell her, I could scare her away.

Misty hugged her. “Do you want me to walk you up to bed?” she offered.

Cordelia blinked. Her eyelashes uncomfortably brushed the lenses of her sunglasses. “You’re staying down here, aren’t you?” She knew Misty kept a sleeping bag under the table for the nights when she didn’t feel like making the climb back up to her room. Misty nodded against her head. “No…” She trailed off. I’d like to stay with you. She bit her lower lip, afraid to ask.

Misty knew. She always knew. “Do you want to stay with me?”

IV.

The emptiness in Cordelia’s stomach throbbed as she followed the cracked sidewalk toward the greenhouse. I need to say goodbye. Oh, god, how it ached inside of her. She had been so wrong—so, so wrong—and it had cost Misty her life. Misty was right. Misty was always right. And the faulty mistake left her clutching nothing more than a handful of soot which soon vanished alongside its owner. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have recognized everything Misty said accurately but the single most important thing to the coven?

How had she missed it?

Head bowed down low, Cordelia swallowed hard outside the greenhouse. She pushed into the building with a soft swallow.

Low tones from the tape player caught her attention, the guitar lick she knew by heart rising from the player. “Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn’t you love to love her?” Cordelia’s stomach flipped. Had Misty left it playing? No, she couldn’t have. We were in here with Zoe.“Rules her life like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover?”

“Hey, Miss Cordelia.”

Fat tears filled Cordelia’s eyes, and she took a moment to respond, wondering if she had imagined it. Was it a cruel trick of her imagination? She turned back over her shoulder, expecting to see nothing at all, praying for anything more than the saplings she had passed on her way into the building. And, there behind her, familiar golden locks and a timid smile written in blue eyes greeted her. “Oh, Misty!” She whirled around and caught Misty’s face between her hands. “Misty! You were right! You were right about everything!” Misty’s hands responded in turn, cradling Cordelia’s face in her palms. “Oh my god, I can’t believe—” Her tears overflowed, and she closed her eyes as a sob tore out of her chest.

Misty dragged her into a tight hug. Cordelia buried her face in her neck. “Not to say I told you so,” she mumbled, “but this whole mess could have been avoided if you had listened to me. ” Cordelia gave another broken sound, whimpering right into her skin. A yelp built in her throat and emerged, but nothing intelligent came out of her mouth. “Hey, hey, it’s alright…” Misty rocked her in the air like she had those days ago, but Cordelia wasn’t so easily consoled now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It just took me awhile to find my way back, that’s all…”

Cordelia’s hands roamed Misty’s face. She had feared she would never feel her face again. All of the patterns of her bones were the same. The freckles on her nose were the same. The shape of her eyes were the same. It was real. It was her. “I can’t believe—” Cordelia choked herself off. “I thought you were dead! Oh my god, Misty—I love you!” The words emerged in her muted shout, louder than her speaking voice but softer than a true scream. She didn’t mean for the last part to pile on, but it did, and then she couldn’t keep herself from continuing. “I love you! I thought I would never see you again—I thought I lost you, I thought—I thought—” Her voice broke, and again, she dissolved into a heap. Misty dabbed away her tears with the pad of her thumb. “I love you,” she whispered, soft and broken.

Earnest blue eyes bored into Cordelia’s. “I love you, too.”

Cordelia dipped her down for a kiss. She kissed Misty long and hard. The salty taste of their tears blended together between them, but she didn’t allow it to sever their kiss until they needed to breathe, and then Misty’s soft pants wafted across her lips. “I’m sorry. I should have said something ages ago—”

“Me too.” Misty snipped off a pink carnation from its stem, and then she gathered up Cordelia’s hair in her hands.

Cordelia grabbed her by the wrist. “Let me.” She took the carnation from Misty. A slight blush rose to Misty’s cheek, but she nodded, bowing her head a little so Cordelia could reach her hair with ease. “I’m so glad you’re alright. I was so afraid.” Her fingers trembled a little, but she formed a loose braid in Misty’s curls, and she spun the pink flower in between her locks.

“A thousand armies couldn’t keep me away from you.”

Cordelia’s heart flushed with warmth, and she swallowed hard. “How were you right about everything? About me, about—about everything? How did you know?”

“Lucky guesses.” As Cordelia’s hands fell away from her face, Misty reached for her waist and pulled her nearer, face to face and chest to chest. “You were right about one thing, though,” she whispered as she brushed Cordelia’s caramel-colored hair back away from her face.

“What was that?”

Misty smiled. “This is where I belong. Here. With you… With you, really.” Cordelia blinked up at her with wide eyes, mesmerized by the glow upon Misty’s face, of which she never really tired. “I spent my whole life looking for my tribe… I never thought maybe my tribe was just one person.” She touched the tip of Cordelia’s nose. “I found her.”

You sure did. Cordelia bounced onto her tiptoes to plant another kiss on Misty’s lips, having nothing more to say but the lingering touches pressing her love into Misty’s skin.

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excitingrbl · 5 years

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Chicken Soup for the Hardened Souls

What I learned at a young age is that it wasn’t safe to be vulnerable. This wasn’t some snap conclusion I came to. It was seeing how those who expressed emotions outwardly, were treated. I watched my crying, sad mother, often times in confusion. I paid attention to how much she’d write (while sad) and how her moods would shift depending on how her interactions with my father materialized. I remember my mother being more sad than happy…but when she was happy, it was infectious. She has a smile that can light up an arena.

I paid attention to how my brother and sister were treated by both of my parents. My dad wasn’t with that vulnerability shit from mother nor my siblings. It seemed to be my sister’s constant fight…to just be. Emotionally, she wanted to get it all out every opportunity she had but my dad and, oddly so, my mother were always there to gaslighting her emotional expressions. To others she might come off as [overly] dramatic but I don’t know her to be capable of expressing herself any differently. It was always too much for my parents though, even when her outbursts were warranted.

My brother’s situation was a little different. Any signs of “softness” and it seemed my dad would swoop in to kill it immediately. My brother’s sensitivity wasn’t like my sisters. You didn’t have to necessarily walk on eggshells around him and his feelings. He’s a naturally loving and affectionate person. If he likes you, it will 9 times out of 10, feel like he loves you. He likes to hug and be near the people he’s fond of, as much as possible. In a way, I think that’s his most genuine expression of self he can offer to others so when it’s not reciprocated, you can see his sensitivity surface, as if you swung on him and connected. My mom never stopped his emotional output because I think it closely resembles her own. But low and behold, it always seemed like my father was there to snuff out any indications that my brother could care about someone other than himself. Vulnerability has never been one of my father’s strong suits.

So after watching this happen enough, I began to reason that the safest I was gonna get living with this family was to suppress anything that would allow room for vulnerability. Sounds easy enough but there’s this very human thing we all experience regardless of our home environments. Emotions. While they’re fleeting, there’s no way to stop them from coming. Suppression of emotion doesn’t even stop the feeling from coming. It’s what I’d do with it when it’d come, that ended up mattering to me the most. Emotions are tricky though because even the good ones coming at the wrong time can be a problem. I had to learn how to suppress those too. All of this just to survive in a home that still constantly felt like I was drowning in emotions.

If I had to speak on it to those 4 people I watched, I’m not even sure they’d understand. I take that back. They’d get it but I’m sure excuses would follow because there’s always reasons for why we all behave the way we do, right? I’m hurt so I hurt you so you should excuse your pain because I’m in pain. Yet another reason to suck it up and not be vulnerable. No matter how much you share, someone somewhere has a reason to be in more pain than you and that’s why you should feel less about your own shit.

But then I met a tiny person who didn’t give a damn about my need to suppress vulnerability. All she wanted was to know she’s loved and it required more than a daily “I love you.” And when I look at her, I think about myself as a kid and who I might have become if I wasn’t so terrified of outwardly emoting… if I didn’t think something bad was going to happen if I shared how I felt… if someone put more weight on showing me what love felt like outside of obligatory responsibility to my welfare. I didn’t have The Bug because I’d always dreamed of being a mom. I didn’t have The Bug to “keep” her father around. I didn’t have The Bug because I was lonely and needed a companion. She’s here because my body accomplished something I was told it couldn’t and I was intrigued. Being intrigued about human life might not be the best reason to bring a child into this world but fuck it. She’s here now. I knew she’d change my life and regardless of how difficult those changes have been and continue to be, I wanted something different. I knew I had to care more than I’d allowed myself to in the past because children ALWAYS deserve that from their parents.

What I didn’t take into consideration was that I HAD TO be vulnerable. It has required ending friendships with people I genuinely liked because the changes I needed to make (to be a good mom) had nothing to do with them. Choosing to be vulnerable isn’t like deciding to wear a short sleeve shirt versus long sleeve. It’s like deciding to stop dressing like it’s casual Friday everyday and wearing a suit and tie …everyday. It’s like deciding to go cold turkey on drinking and smoking habits that you’ve had for 20 years. Being around people who still have those habits will naturally create conflict because you’re no longer doing the same things they’re doing. Your entire mindset changes and with vulnerability, you can’t help revealing damn near every sensitivity that exists in your tortured soul…and any new ones you’ll inevitably acquire. Because that’s how life works. As long as you’re alive and allow yourself to feel AND grow, you open yourself up to caring about things you probably once paid no mind.

I’d managed to keep people around me who also didn’t fuck with vulnerability or if they did, they didn’t do it with me because I wasn’t that compassionate of a person when it came to sharing feelings. Imagine knowing these were no longer your people. Imagine knowing this damn vulnerability meant shedding the skin that had been so comfortable for some new skin that could very well get you hurt. Imagine knowing how good this would be for your child but how painful it’d be for yourself. Imagine making the decision anyway. Probably one of the more crazier things I’ve done but absolutely the most necessary. I’ll be 40 this year and I can attest to the fact that we’re never too old to learn. I’ve been on this acceptance of vulnerability road for 10 years and I don’t necessarily like it but it has improved my emotional intelligence. I don’t like how vulnerability feels, not because it isn’t normal. Vulnerability IS normal. The removal/suppression of it, IS NOT. I don’t like how it feels because there’s NEVER any guarantee that if you’re vulnerable with someone, they’ll reciprocate. There is no guarantee that they won’t use your sharing against you. There is no guarantee that they won’t hurt you. I had guarantees when I steered clear of it… I knew certain people wouldn’t be attracted to me. I knew I was safe because people don’t REALLY like assholes (no matter how much they say they’re one too). If few(er) people like you, there’s less people to (emotionally) hurt you because there’s less people who know HOW to hurt you. But there’s also less people who’ll love you.

And while that don’t really matter to me because safety (mainly of my feelings) has always been my priority, it matters a hell of a lot to my kid. I see how solemn she gets when she doesn’t feel like she’s loved. I’ve known how that’s felt but suppression and blocking out large chunks of your life makes it not matter. She reminds me everyday that it does matter. It matters that we feel like we’re loved because then we’re able to pay that same feeling forward. And I hate that I feel SO MUCH now…just because I’ve decided to be vulnerable. It’s like everything I’ve ever felt, has been resurrected to haunt me for not feeling it sooner. Also combined with everything I feel in my current life. It’s overwhelming and makes me want to hide in my bedroom under the covers while Netflix plays until they’re also concerned that I’m hiding from them too. I don’t want to feel this much either. It’s been like committing to having a heart attack every damn day. The pain is…too much and I remember why I steered clear of it in the first place. I don’t want to be heralded for having a high tolerance to pain. I didn’t get that because I’m some mutant that Professor Xavier forgot about. It developed because of nerve damage and telling myself not to care or at least not to show that I do.

I don’t want to be smiled at because I’m strong. This strength is attached to sadness, what should have been unbearable pain, struggle, unloving shit, and abandonment. Yet, I’m praised for it because people always want what they think they don’t already possess. I just want to feel safe and that’s where my constant conflict with vulnerability comes in… it ain’t a safe place. I want it to be because I see how good it is for my daughter. I want to know what she knows at 9 years old that tells her it’s safe to be vulnerable but my 39 year old ass still says, “maybe it isn’t.” Because it can’t solely be environment…or can it? Is it really that simple? That, had we grown up in environments where it was okay to be vulnerable, we’d be okay with expressing it? And after asking these questions repeatedly, I end up at the same place. It is simple. I’ve just spent most of my life complicating it because of EVERYTHING I’d have to change. I keep coming back to this same spot so you’d think I’d let it settle in… but I’m still turning into that scared kid just trying to figure out how to not be in so much pain. This lands me back at square one of the same stupid cycle…knowing there’s a better way to see this but too afraid to totally let go, just in case this vulnerability shit doesn’t work out. I don’t need a therapist to tell me what I already know. I’ve told myself and my daughter’s face makes it clear every time I stifle her vulnerability. And that’s usually the trigger…her face. I don’t want her to do what I’ve done because this isn’t healthy. I want her to feel so she learns the healthy way of dealing with her emotions. I don’t want her to learn how to create huge band-aids to temporarily stop the gaping wounds from gushing all over the place. I want her to learn how to heal. And that’s why I ultimately know this 10 year journey of vulnerability has to continue. It must so I can break a cycle that should have never started.

#LIFE #vulnerability #emotions #feelings #family

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yumidarkheart · 5 years

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k for the fandom ask!

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

The first character i ever fell in love with:

I’m not gonna lie... My first K love was Isana Yashiro (adolf) and I still love him...But the red idiots stole my heart lmao.

A character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Akiyama Himori.I still like him...But idk, at some point I started to see him as a plain character ans stopped paying attention to him

A ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

KuroKuri (Kuroh x Kukuri)I don’t hate it on the actual day but I just slowly forgot about it and now it’s kind of meh for me(?)

My ultimate favorite character™:

In this especific order and I can’t talk about faves without think on the other two(?)

- Eric Surt/Soult/whatever go-go wants to call him(?)

Gif by @mikoto-tatara (direct tag since the gif search never give me the actual gif -.-)

- Kushina Anna

- Neko (Ameno Miyabi)

Prettiest character:

Everyone in this effing series is pretty tbh...But if I have to choose I’ll say neko without think twice for the girls

And Hisui nagare for the boys

My most hated character:

Mizuchi for being an asshole who experimented on a poor child and pretty much killed her parents when she tried to scape from that hell and also fucked up her whole life (Thanks god homra appeared on the escenario).

I also kinda hate Niki, he as a character is really interesting in the novels but them the movie appeared and I just get exasperated xDU

My OTP:

FUJIERIC FTW!!!

I also like MikoTotsu, Mikoizutotsu, IzuSeri and KuroShiro lol.And the abc homra boys ships in general because I’m a multishipper sucker lmao.

My NOTP:

I couldn’t call it a NOTP, but I’m not a big sarumi fan (blame facebook latinamerican fans).Also ANY SHIP related to Anna that isn’t sukuanna.Also any ship with neko, to me she is mentally a kid, ship her with anyone on me has the same effect as ship Anna with anyone from the main cast and totally repulses me.

Favorite episode:

K Memory of Red: Chapter 6 & 7 (Basashi Panic)

K project: 01. Knight (Great exposition) & 06. Karma (I like to hurt myself with my 2 fav clans lol)

K Return of Kings: 01. Knave (cuz homra foes speaking and interacting and I’ll admit it...I fell for the fanservice of the first part with everyone fighting and I keep laughing over Awashima shameless hentai like fanservice because my humor sense sucks) & 09. Kids Room (Interesting plot points and the formal izuseri it’s a A+++)

K Seven Stories: Memory of Red: BURN.

Saddest death:

Mikoto’s death...I mean Totsuka’s death hurts as hell and after MoR (Manga and movie) it’s painful as fuck, but it’s a plot point and it was an announced event years before it happened by Anna, so even if it’s painful and everytime I see it I cry a little, Mikoto’s death it’s sadder for me.He is a man with a serious depression that was never treaten, his biggest “stabilizer” was one of his best friends who was a frigging moron. His friend gets murdered, and in a horrible way, it was recorded and it was in the birthday eve of one of his most dearest people on his life, Anna. He get unstable and get blinded by the rage and pain and only wanted revenge, even if that means he can die in the process and let his other best friend behind with a little girl and all this boys who stimated him so much. Then he finally get his revenge but hw knows he can’t scape his fate, no matter how he see it he can only die, so he practically forced one of the persons he trusted the most to finish what he started, knowing there could be consecuences but just giving up since he knows he can’t do anything else. Giving his last words to the one he knows would be more affected for his actions because she will be now alone in a colorless world.

Yeah when you compare the contexts...Mikoto’s death it’s hella sad...

(I also think nagare’s death was sad but I’m more salty over how slightly unfair it was rather than how sad it was)

Favorite season:

Season one. K project, even with a lowest bucked have a better direction on scenes, fights and script. The fanservice wasn’t obsene at all, Go Hands didn’t abused of the CGI and managed to make a good balance between CGI, photography and actual classic animation and gives you an interesting mistery that even if you could solve it in like chapter 4 still makes you wonder what is going to happen.

Least favorite season:

K Return of Kings.

MAN I HAVE A LOT OF PROBLEMS WITH THIS SEASON I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE HECK TO START OKAY!!!???

It has a horrible script direction, things start ridicoulusly slow and then it’s like gora remembered they only have 13 chapters to finish it all and make everything so fast its absurb. it took 4 CHAPTERS for the actual protagonist to appear and even when shiro appeared it didn’t gives a big impact until chapter 6 or something like that. Nagare it’s an interesting antagonist but the way go/go settle him don’t give much chance for people to care much about his cause until the last shapters (and it was because they aired Dream of Green at the same time of the series itself because if not it would be hard to get attached to the green clan out of certain escenes) and then the friggin kings battle of the tower came.

MAN I HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS WITH THIS BATTLE!!!

Munakata and Iwafune’s fight it’s good, it’s normal to think iwa-san have more experience in batlle since after Adolf, he is the oldest king there, he is from an old generation of kings and participated on the kagutsu disaster and lost everything there, and for the aparent nature of his powers it’s kiiind of credible for him to overcome munakata sicne he can go on a offensive and defensive way thanks to his fog thing...BUT WHAT IT’S THE EXCUSE FOR THEY TO JUST PUT ANNA AND SHIRO ASIDE!? I’m sorry go/go I’m not going to swallow that thing that iwafune’s sadness it’s so frigging strong to let anna unable to move. Yeah, she is empathetic, she can feel other people emotions and read minds for her strain powers. But thats a excuse and we all know it, you just didn’t know what to do with the little bird lolita who can use fire and with her aura put on a complicated corner iwafune because he can hide but not scape a fire wall. I can understand shiro step back since he is a pacifist and it’s not used to fight, but you showed us Anna learned to fight and use her aura for offense so if you’re not going to use her i could be better to idk, actually knock her out not inmovilize her with iwafune’s crippling depression??Also what’s the excuse for neither Kuroh or Shiro to stop the effing elicopter with the slate when it was in a close height???? Seriously the plot conveniences on that chapter are so much that it stressing and more when you did it so great on the first season and even on the movie before this???

And I could be rambling about the script problems for hours but I’m not a youtuber and neither a critic so I’ll let it here for this...

Also don’t make me start with the fanservice... Ussually I don’t pay mind on fanservice, I even find it hilarant, but here was so overbold and in your face it was actually irritating.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate am not so invested in:

Yata and Saruhiko, I don’t hate them but I’m just not sooo invested in them as the whole fandom is. LSW make me understand them better and stop hating them but still if I can choose, I can keep ignoring their existence and it isn’t going to affect at all y fandom experience.

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Can I say Eric and his sass tongue? no?Okay then, Shizume’s don juan Yoh Chitose and his impulsive ass of a king Suoh Mikoto lol

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

Totsuka Tatara even if he is more like a SINnamon roll...But he actually deserved better lol.Also Anna, please let this kid have a rest with her family full of stupid big brothers and her step father the stressed bartender who is going to kick everyone with a chancla at this rate after get drunk(?).

Also Fujishima just for that short story with the friggin octopus, the baby just wanted a pet why you’re so cruel gora???(?)

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

Any ship with that surpass the father like relationships.Read as: MikoAnna, IzuAnna,ShiNeko, IwaHi (Iwafune x Nagare), IwaSuku.Also any ship between the main cast and the underage characters.Read as: SaruAnna, YataAnna, NagaSuku, YukaSuku.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

- ReiSeri. I see them more as co-wrkers but they have cute shipping material.

- AkiSaru. I ship them for the aesthetic lol.

- YukarixNagare (I forgot the ship name lol). They’re cute and have a good chemical, but I’m not that invested into them.

- Most of ABC scepter4 ships. Sorry I’m not too invested in this clan but they have good shipping material that I can appreciate even if they’re not my favs.

#Anonymous #k dumb post #talking fabz

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westcoastprancer · 3 years

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***WARNING - WAY TOO MUCH UNNECESSARY PROFANITY***

Getting past the only child bullshit...sue me I guess? Not my fault my parents could only handle one of me. Pretty annoying growing up hearing from morons that I must be a spoiled little shit...

Can’t really argue there. Aside from self-inflicted hunger (you know...that junior high self image bullshit..starve and lose 5 lbs in a weekend), I’ve never gone hungry. I’ve never been cold, without clothes, or a roof over my head. I was taught values. So yeah, I am fucking spoiled rotten. No apologies there.

People who continuously stay “stuck” royally piss me off. These weirdos are toxic. Avoid them at all costs. They will not change. You will thank me for this piece of advice sometime in your life. Everybody’s got a problem. So do I. Set goals for yourself. Get the fuck off your sad ass every couple weeks. Find your best friend (if you don’t have one of those...you should seriously consider working on finding one) get trashed, talk it out and let that shit go for a while. If you’re stuck in a rut for more than 2-3 months, get help. Seriously. It’s not embarrassing. It’s way more shitty in the long run when you turn out to be the aforementioned person who just stays fucking “stuck”. On another note, subject of the week has been middle aged divorced broads with kids and how sly and bitchy they are. If they go ape shit on me before getting their facts straight, imagine what they do to all these poor men? No fucking wonder a good, non hot dog throwing down hallway status, loyal, no bullshit broad like me can’t find a solid dude. The good dudes are out there getting berated by these broads they knocked up and can’t get out of it now because...you know...the kids and stuff. I’m glad I took a different path. Can’t imagine being in that desperate place looking for affection because I am 37-47 year old wrinkly, loosey goosey broad thinking I was tossed aside by a shitty man, when I am the nutbag...just looking for attention. It’s easy to get laid. No strings. No problems. Many people make it way too complicated. My friend’s brother is hilarious. He is kinda a douche and I love his stories about profiling chicks. My favorite was when he told this broad at the bar she looked beautiful and she said how he made her day! (First red flag) They go to exchange numbers and she once again tells him what a nice time she had meeting him ( nothing wrong with that) but then goes on daily wishing him a good day. That’s another desperate sign. Come to find out...middle aged. Divorced. Kids. Lonely in the panties. You know the drill. I used to host this radio show called Cryin’ Lovin’ Laughin’ or Leavin’ so I learned these things sort of young. You remember the patterns of people. You know warning signs of crazy. Here’s the most invaluable lesson, most people are batshit crazy. Keep the wall up a while. Test people. I have caught so many good people (so I thought) in lies through the years. Even little irrelevant lies. It doesn’t matter if it’s a friend, relative, colleague, or significant other. When you catch someone in a lie of even the smallest, you wonder what else they are capable of lying about. It changes everything. Be like me. Don’t lie. Sometimes it’s hard, but then you have nothing to hide and having the truth on your side keeps you out of some really shitty situations.Even if it is so embarrassing and you have to put a towel over your head to face the truth...do it. If you don’t believe a word of anything else I say...believe me when I tell you about people. The good and the bad. Just take the time to get to know a person. You don’t want a lazy middle aged squinty eyed salmoncake real estate selling Mom moving her and her kids asses into your house all of a sudden. You ain’t that desperate. Oh and dudes, I’m coming for you...don’t act desperate either. Just don’t. I tend to take your sides on this shit because dudes on the other sides of things are usually just happy to be free, so their demeanor is totally different. But that doesn’t mean I won’t flip sides on you if you guys start getting weird. Covid seems to have made everyone crazy.

Even in a good mood, there is nothing better than a super depressing 90’s country song...am I right? It’s that sad shit that always gets me in my damn near non-existent soul. Look, I randomly placed 6th out of 20 on a totally impromptu Roast Battle at the Laugh Factory in LA one night. One of the roastmasters told me I did so well for my first time because I have no soul. HA HA HA...that one fucking stuck with me. Back to the point - if you can’t sit down with a couple good homies now and then and blast “Alibis” on 10 while chugging Crown, you should really address some things in your monotonous life. Just sayin for someone who doesn’t do the bar scene much anymore and barely has feelings...I know every color of every neon sign. I’m always hashin out a heartache in the back of my mind. Makes me remember not to go there ever again. People suck. I feel like I have already mentioned this. I’m not a “hard” person. I’m a realist. I don’t want to miss fantastic opportunities with people, but I also know those people are few and far between so I really keep my guard up. The right people always tear it down in time.

People who get offended by profanity seriously piss me off more than a hive of wasps chasing me. Let me be clear...if I wasn’t dropping at least 72 f-bombs a day...I’m not sure where I would be in life. It’s turning all negative events in my life into positivity. I mean when you think about the F word. No matter how you slice or dice it...it does have a positive meaning in any context. “Go fuck yourself.” - Ok! “Fuck that!” - With what?! “Fuck You!” - Time and place please? Etc… Do you know what I am fucking saying?

Seriously asked my father the other day why he didn’t own Hilton chains or something. I’m sick of this fucking sweaty ass work too hard lifestyle with hardly any time to do fun shit. The idea of being some stuck up heiress with holes in my pockets sound fucking fantastic to me sometimes. Maybe just not the stuck up part. Could you imagine me that way? Snap my fingers and a drink comes! First class flights to St. Croix with my inner posse. Living the goddamn dream. Me and my doggies on a private island!

I’ve become a bit dramatic, I think. For an extremely hard headed Portagee, I can still call myself out when needed. It’s kinda weird not living alone anymore. I’ve got a badass homie around now (wish I would have met years ago) who actually gives a shit how my day was. So I kinda get called out now on my bullshit. (Side note: It’s important to keep company around you who doesn’t enable your negative traits. Your best friends will call you on your shit and help you grow.) Sometimes I’ll lay down and pout all day over some shit that is NOTHING. Just get stoned and forget the fuck about it. I’m sure this is something I’ve been doing for years. Never caught it til now. Checklist to work on. No one likes even a small percentage of a drama queen. Yuck.

Amazing the shit I think of while stoned. What’s the point of dating? Attach yourself to another person for life? Is that even natural? Attach yourself to yourself...not American Pie style you pervert. Attach yourself to doggies. I cannot stress enough how fulfilling life is raising pups. Watching them grow and learn. I’m not even talking about the ones you raise from babies. Even at an older age, your dog will still learn and grow with mental stimulation and affection. It’s so amazing to watch the new things they learn and pick up on. If you treat your dogs well, they will treat you double as well until death do you part. Sure, it’s shitty you get so attached and they don’t live very long, but it teaches you perseverance. True value of cherishing your pals and moving on in your life always keeping a piece of them with you. Sounds fucking gut wrenching sad. It is, but I promise you the time you spend with your pups outweighs the sadness in the end.( If you’re planning on spending zero time with your animal, leave your pet in constant confined spaces, starve or beat it...don’t fucking get one. Don’t even get close to one. They are better off in the wild than with your crazy ass. You ain’t right.)

You can’t be a lying dickface all the time and expect everyone to be nice to you. Saw a good one on Family Guy that touched my sweet heart a little. Stewie to Brian: “You’re not my friend. Friends come and go. You’re family. That’s for life.” Sounds so sweet. In fact I wanted to call my bestie and tell him that. Then I snapped out and realized “family” can be a super toxic F word. Sad thing is I have a pretty big “family” on each side, yet the older I get, I have realized my only family is my parents. In fact, I have created my own family full of non-blood relatives. Life is wonderful in the positive environment I have created for myself through the years. It’s amazing to form bonds with amazing people who have no ulterior motives like wills and money. Fucking money brings out the true colors in people. It’s sad. People spend their whole lives trippin balls over money. That must suck.

Those dorks at Central Catholic. Even at 15 made me laugh like hell. They’d interview the football “stars” getting full rides to Notre Dame and shit. My favorite was when asked about their favorite band... “Creed man. Such great “hard rock” with such powerful, positive messages.” Those dudes are probably miserable in their physical therapists jobs with their cheating whore wives who come home smelling like ratty vaginas. Someone had to fucking say it. Embarrassing confession: “My Sacrifice” is a FANFUCKINGTASTIC song!

I have a hard time with people. I try my best. I always learn and continue to grow. I got that goin for myself. People suck. People are cruel. (3rd time I’ve said this today?) People take no time to disappoint me for the most part. If you’re kind to me, I will be twice as kind to you. If you’re a fuckface to me, expect me to be an extra double fuck with a cherry on top. Add some nuts too and suck on that shit. I’m a badass person to have in your life and on your team. If you’re lucky enough to make it into my inner circle, I’ll probably be one of the best friend’s you’ve ever made. If you can’t look at yourself in the mirror and see the person that you would like to be friends with, you need to make some changes. It took me a long time to become my own best friend. If you can’t be solid with spending time with yourself, you can’t be solid with anyone and you’ll eventually become a dead weight. Take the time to get to know yourself and work on it...for me it’s constant. I know there is other people with my qualities in the world. If you find one, take the time to learn about them and ease your way into friendship slowly. Actions speak louder than words. Prove yourself to be a good human. Be patient. The best relationship of any type comes with time and work.

Let’s see…

Don’t be a fucking retail investor.

Don’t be a fucking commie.

Don’t be a fucking douchebag.

Don’t fucking settle.

Don't stop bettering yourself for you and those you care for.

Don’t stop fucking being YOU!

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Bom Bidi Bom - Dylan O'Brien Smut

REQUESTED: No, but I’m very much addicted to this song so why not?

WARNINGS: Orgasm denial, oral (both receiving), hickeys, v slow and sensual, unprotected sex (WRAP BEFORE TAP)

SUMMARY: At a fancy ball Dylan has to attend for the premiere of American Assassin, you run into him and can't seem to keep your hands off him, especially when you both have a history between you two.

NOTES: Based off this song (https://vimeo.com/214547606)

Holy heck I love this so much, and I don't think I’ve ever written for Dyl in general.

Hope you enjoy!

I was wrong and you were right, If I was yours and you were mine, But it was all good (yeah)

I was thankful about the choice my stylist had made for this party in terms of what I was going to wear. When I say my stylist, I mean my best friend, (Y/B/F/N). But they’d chosen an amazing dress for me, so who was I to even try and complain in any way?

It was black (like my soul) and had a small slit up one side, which finished up at the top of my left thigh, leaving barely anything to the imagination in terms of my underwear. My eyes were smokey and my hair fell in soft curls around my face, and I smiled at myself in the mirror before walking out.

You were gone and I was back And I was good and you were bad But it was all good

The only problem tonight? My ex boyfriend, Dylan, was attending. Things would normally be fine between us, but we’d gotten into a shouting match over this party, and had ultimately stopped talking, even though we were both still going to attend the party.

I guess the outfits really had to look good in order to show one another what was being missed. I shook my head at this thought, and tied on the black lace mask that (Y/B/F/N) had picked out for me to go with my dress. Looking at myself in the mirror, I sorted my hair out and nodded. Go get ‘em, (Y/N).

'Cause I'm an addict, I'm your patient Your lips are the medication Come here baby, yeah, you know just what I want You got that

Walking down the stairs I felt as though I was in a cliché rom-com movie, because sure enough, at the bottom of the steps and with his mouth basically on the floor, was none other than Dylan O’Brien. And my oh my, did he clean up well. His suit was well-fitting, clinging in all the right places. The training he told me he’d been doing before the filming of American Assassin had Domenico wonders to his biceps, and there was nothing more I wanted to do at that point than to take him into a bathroom of this fancy hotel and jump his bones.

But, unlike my conscience, my body actually seemed to have some sense of self-restraint, and so I walked past him with a smirk painted on my lips and no words uttered. The party was fancy and there were some very well-to-do people in attendance, with waiters and waitresses milling about and offering various vol-au-vons and champagne flutes. I accepted an offer of the latter quite thankfully, and sipped slowly as my eyes scanned the room, seeking out the one person I was trying to avoid.

“I thought you said you weren't going to come tonight,” he hissed in my ear as he stood by me, and my breath hitched slightly as I felt his warm breath grace the side of my neck.

“Believe me O’Brien, I never said I wasn't attending, especially when I already accepted the invite.” I stared up at him angrily, and my eyes caught on his honey browns, that were slowly darkening with anger. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I came here to have a good time, get slightly drunk and dance with strangers, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.”

Bom bidi bom bom bom bode bom Bom bidi bom bom You give me bad, bad love But I love it baby Love me all night long If you want baby, like Bom bidi bom bom bom bode bom Bom bidi bom bom bom 'Cause you're a bad, bad girl But I love it baby Love me all night long If you want baby, yeah Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom Bom bodi bom bode bode bom bom

I danced to the slow song that had come on the speakers, swaying alone at first, but soon was joined by a familiar set of arms that wrapped around my body. “I thought you didn't want to see me or touch me again because I repulsed you?”

“Shut up, (Y/N),” he breathed down my neck, nipping slightly and eliciting a quiet moan from my mouth. Smirking, he turned me around to face him, his eyes now seemingly clouded over with lust. “Glad I still have a certain effect on you baby girl, but I wonder how many other guys have been with you, have touched you, since me? How many other guys have gained the same response from you as I have just now? Hmm?”

I sighed softly against his chest, whispering a “nobody” against his muscles. To any outsider, we just looked like a couple, once more seemingly comfortable with each other. But in actuality, we just had a mass of sexual tension that clouded our emotions, and his fingers finding their way between my own was enough to bring me further away from reasonable thought.

You played it front, I played it back You be the first, I be the last I call it good love, yeah Every kiss and every touch It's like a hit ain't enough I call it good love

As soon as the door shut to his room, I was pressed up against it, his mouth warm against my own as our tongues fought for dominance. This was the kind of thing I missed between us, just the sensual nature of our activities, the fact that not every single part of our lives was a rush when it came to sex.

His hand slipped up to lower the zip on my dress, sliding it down my chest slowly, the other hand tangling itself in my hair, pulling softly. Once my dress was off, he broke away, looking over my body, clad in lacy black lingerie. “Fuck, baby girl, have you been wearing this the whole night? It's going to have to go soon, I hope you don't mind that.”

“Just do something already Dyl,” I said breathily, and he obliged, removing my bra quickly and dropping it to the ground, before attaching his lips to each nipple in turn, giving them the attention I was craving much more in my core. I started to guide his head down slightly, before he removed it completely and pulled me onto the bed.

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Yo, b-b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-b-bye He said, if he can't hit my bullseye, he'd rather die He put it on me better than any other guy He said, he need a bad bitch with an alibi Yo, give me the muny, the yen and the pesos Sext me on the beach in Turks and Caicos I give him that work, that twerk, that slay hoes Sippin' Grey Goose, and pushin' that grey ghost

He pulled my panties down agonisingly slowly, bringing his mouth to swipe a single stripe over my clit. My breath shook slightly as my hands formed fists. “Fuck, Dyl, right there.” More swipes followed, and with them came fingers that curled inside me, forming a “come hither” motion inside me until I came closer and closer to my climax before he moved away.

I glared at him, and he chuckled. “You didn't think I was going to let you come that easy babygirl?” I sighed, pulling his shirt and trousers off him, coming face to face with his boxers. The outline of his cock was clearly visible through the material, and my mouth watered slightly at the sight. I pulled his boxers down slowly, the same speed he had worked on my panties, causing him to hiss softly.

Uh, assume the position when you see a bad one The D so good, he just got it and 1 I'm about to blow, and I ain't talking Samsung I'm about to show him what I do with that tongue

My hand slowly grasped his member as it twitched to attention, allowing another hiss to escape his lips. “Fucking hell angel, you really do still have an effect on me after all this time. Keep sucking, that’s right. Fuck,” he murmured, throwing his head back in ecstasy as I swirled my tongue over his tip, collecting the precum that had begun to form there. Just like him, however, as he came close to his release, I pulled away, causing him to glare at me.

“Payback is a bitch, huh, O’Brien?” I smirked, and he pulled me into a rough kiss, slowly entering inside me. I sighed softly, and he smiled against my lips. There were no other sounds in that room apart from hushed moans and staggered breathing until we both reached our release.

Afterwards, we just lay in bed together, me wrapped up in his arms, kissing him softly. “So is this a one time thing then Dyl?”

“I don't want it to be, (Y/N). I did genuinely miss you, y’know,” he mumbled against my lips, and I smiled slightly.

“I miss you too. And honestly, that’s made my evening much better. Thank you Dyl, for giving us a second try.”

“Anytime babygirl. Round two in the shower?”

B-b-b-b-bye, b-b-b-b-bye, yeah He tryna bless me like his rabbi-bi B-b-b-b-bye

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut

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ma-jinnie-blog · 7 years

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A Devil By My Side - Sin 1

Genre: Smut, dom!reader, sub!yoongi, dom!yoongi, romance, devil!au, angst

Word count: 2.1K

Warnings: A CEO with problems that only a devil can fix; physically, emotionally, and sexually. You have been warned.

"Bring the bitch here."

I pulled out from the corner of the room and was thrown onto the cold, hard concert. The black bag that was blocked my vision and barely gave me air to breath was soon removed and was greeted by the hard light that shone into my face. A chair was dragged on the floor like scratching a chalkboard. Finally the person sat down in the chair and grabbed my chin, pulling it up to look into a fat man's face. It was one of the men on my board, one of my enemies that rejected each project out of pure hate that I was a woman who was the CEO of my father's company and not him.

"Look here, you got two choices. You sign over the company to me or I will cut you up and feed you to my dogs. Which is it?" He growled as his face inched closer to mine. Earning a chuckle from me.

"Heh, you mean your little pipsqueak of a chihuahua. I don't think your dog will will be able to handle, dickhead." I spat in his face as he sucked in his breath and slapped me hard on my face. Spitting blood out onto the floor, I was dizzy and aggravated that someone like him was on my father's board of committee. "Is that all you got, fat boy?" I taunted the man. He growled and punched me hard, making me fall over onto my back seeing stars at the bright light. Knowing that I was a stubborn person, but I wasn't going to allow my father's hard work go to waste on a greedy little fat man.

"Take her shit off. We will get her to sign the contract when she has three dicks in her." The man ordered his men as they came to rip my expensive suit off. To think that it would come to this was not a surprise. Men like him would always resort to rape, cause their bitchy trophy wives wouldn't give it to them. Laying naked on the cold floor, I honestly wanted death. However what I wanted more than death was hell, I wanted the devil to take them to hell to be forever tortured, it didn't matter the price.

Just as I thought it so, a rather pale young man appeared next to my side. Time seemed to stop as the fat man stood with his mouth open ready to order something stupid and his grunts to comply. Looking at the people in awe, only the little pale boy with black eyes and white hair gazed at me. Watching me as I looked back at him in curiosity.

"I heard you. Is it true that you will do anything for their punishment?" He asked as he kneeled down to my side, his fingertips brushing the strand of hair away from my eyes to get a better view.

"I want you to help me. Whatever the price maybe, I will pay it in full." I stated coldly as his eyes shined slightly at my answer. I wondered if he would do it, or would he leave me to die. Either way, the answer was very clear, I was doomed.

With a small smirk on his thin lips, the time went as if it never stopped and he disappeared. My eyes widened as I searched the room for the small boy. Cursing myself for not giving him a better offer. Just as one of the grunts positioned his little dick and flabby belly at my entrance, he screamed in pain as his hands palmed his eyes. Blood poured out onto his cheeks as the men next to him jumped back and shouted at why the man was screaming. Only to see his face ripped off and thrown at the little greedy fat man.

Finally the little boy appeared and with a flash the men around me collapsed in a pool of blood. Only the fat man sat back in his seat, shaking and pissing himself as he looked up at the pale young man. With a grin the boy tore out the fat man's belly onto the floor as the man watch his gut spill.

I was shocked that I was shaking at the grotesque sight. I wanted to scream and run away, but I laid there still at my savior. Who would have thought that someone like that exists. Just who was this person. To answer the question he turned around and looked at me deep into my eyes as he licked his bloody hand.

"Darling, I'm the devil, but you can call me Yoongi." His eyes were fiery red like the pits of hell, but even through the hellish nightmare, he was a hero to me.

Yoongi the Devil carried me out of the room and walked out onto the rooftop. Granted I was still naked, but his warm made me sweat. My arms wrapped around his neck as his arms supported my back and under my knees. Silently watch him as his leathery wings sprout out from his back. Spreading wide and black I gazed at them in awe. I guess this boy is truly a devil, such a strange thing to have happen. I wanted to touch them just to feel what it was like, but the same second I reached out, he jumped off the rooftop.

I yelped and tightened my grip on his neck as his wings caught the wind coming up and let him fly to a place he called home. During the fly, I gazed at his sharp jaw and his ear that held many piercings, his white hair that flew in the wind to show his refined features. I questioned myself if the devil really looked like this and how? Didn't they have tails and horns and red skin and a pitchfork.

"I do have horns and a tail, but red skin and a pitchfork, I don't have." He shouted over the air.

"Then are you really the devil, Yoongi?" I asked him as he laughed uncontrollably, taken aback for his laughter.

"You are a CEO correct, you are suppose to be smart and educated. So why are you so dumb?" He laughed as I pouted, looking at the distance as we halted to the top of another building. He landed safely and softly, not slipping me out of his grasp. I looked around as I recognized that this is one of the famous apartment complex's for the wealthy businessmen. He went down to the elevator and it opened up to a grand penthouse.

I owned a penthouse as well, but objects in the house was fascinating and unlike anything I've seen. Not sparing a moment for me to look at something for too long, he went up the stairs and into a bedroom that was just as grand as his living room. Tall ceilings with a large bed with little to no furniture with its minimalistic taste. He walked towards the bed, and I questioned myself why he brought me to the bed first. Why not put me on the couch or the bathroom where I needed to be clean.

"Don't worry, I will clean you up." I looked up at Yoongi as he set me down on the fluffy bed, and sat on the side of the bed.

"Do you always read my mind, Yoongi?"

"Yes I do." He replied immediately and smiled. "I want to learn what type of person you are, Miss. Williamson. Thela Williamson. Where did your parents get a name like that?" He asked as his eyes fixated on mine.

"It was made up, since everyone in the family called my the lady. My father combined it and made it Thela, it was rather an interesting choice." I looked up at the tall ceiling to avoid Yoongi's fiery eyes.

"You are an interesting choice." He whispered as he leaned down to gaze over my face.

"So what is the price? What do I owe you?" I asked quickly to change the subject, hoping that he wouldn't shove his attract face into mine again.

"The price is that you are my slave."

"What?!" I shot up and looked at Yoongi in the eyes and quickly shifted my eyes away. "What about money, objects, something like that?"

"A deal with a devil can be so much worse than a slave, Thela. I could have eaten your soul after I ate all those fat men." Yoongi put a slender finger under my jaw and pulled my attention to him. "But you have something that other's don't have, and I want it." He quickly wrapped his hand around the base of my skull and pulled me into a deep kiss. I've kissed many times before and fucked just as many, but this kiss was electrify, like I was hit with thunder and eased off by the wave of the sea.

His fingers tangled themselves in my hair as he groaned softly into my mouth. Our tongues flicked against each other and his teeth grazed against my lip, before biting into it and making me bleed slightly. I hissed in pain, but felt Yoongi's caress become gentle than before. His groan much louder as he tasted my blood on his tongue.

"You taste like the heavenly angels." He groaned again as he pushed himself on me and began to grind against me. He continued to kiss me deeply almost like he wanted more blood.

"Yoongi, please." I manage to gasp out, but it made him shiver and even more gentle. Thinking about his actions, I tried my theory again. "Yoongi stop kissing me." I stated softly and it made him stop but only for a short second before he latched his lips against mine again, trying to silence me. I couldn't overpower him, but I could use his name. Isn't that what it says in the textbooks.

"Yoongi stop kissing me for a minute." I exclaimed as he detached his lips and looked into my eyes almost in a dazed state. "Yoongi, let me be on top." I order and felt his weight lighten so I pushed him over so I was on top. His hands were held at my hips as I looked down at him. "Yoongi what is it that you want?" I asked.

"You, I want to taste you." He answered honestly as his hands traveled up to grip my breast in his hand, giving it a tight squeeze that made me squirm. His other hand going down south and began rubbing his finger against my warmth. "It's been a minute." He whispered as he leaned up to attach his lips back on me as he tug at my lip. Silencing me as he pulled my hips to grind against his growing erection.

I moaned into his mouth as he sucked my tongue and licked down my chin to my neck. Nibbling and biting me to pull the blood out of my pumping veins. I groaned as he pinch my skin between his teeth and how his hand tangled themselves in my lengthy black hair, pulling my head back while his other arm was wrapped around my waist.

"Yoongi why are you doing this?" I asked questioning that there are different ways to repay him.

"Because you taste so good." He mumbled as he bit again into my shoulder. I cried out as he began to be more harsh. Suddenly his pants were slipped off as he returned to kiss my lips, pushing me over to be over me. Aligning himself to my entrance, and driving his cock deep into me. He moaned loudly as he was buried deep within me and began to thrust quickly into my warmth as he bit into my neck again for the tenth time.

"Yoongi..." I called out his name softly and felt him quiver at his name. "Yoongi, be mine forever." I whispered in his ear and watched as he groan softly.

"Yes, I will stay with you forever, Thela." I felt my heart skin a beat at his reply and brought my hips up to meet his half way. I moaned loudly as Yoongi's hips buckled and shake as he came. He bit hard into my shoulder as he held onto me tightly, drowning himself in the high release. Catching our breaths he looked into my eyes with his fiery ones and smiled.

"Now it's time for you to feed." He bit his lip hard to draw blood that poured down his chin. Pushing the blood into my mouth, I expected to taste like iron or something horrible, but it tasted like the right amount of sweets. My favorite dishes all mixed up and served to me on a golden platter. My mouth watered as I tasted him and licked him chin clean. He stopped me, and looked into my eyes. "Now you are mine completely."

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