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twistedwonderlandsimps · 17 days

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Got random idea come while reading your Yuu Hunt and reading Yuu Leech again that Yuu Hunt meet with the Leech twins and Yuu Leech meet with Rook Hunt.

A lot of things can happen, Rook being a stalker, he is stalk Yuu Leech.

Jade and Floyd really interested in Yuu Hunt as they not like their younger brother Rook.

Though love your story and headcannon.

Thank you for reading my stories, anon! And I hope you enjoy this one, too!

[Yuu Leech and Rook Hunt]

“Oi! Yuu, can’t you slow down a little?” Grim grumbled as he tried to keep up with Yuu’s pace, unbothered by the dark aura they were emitting. Only Grim would be so bold to talk to Yuu while they were in one of their moods. Yuu said nothing and continued walking down the school’s hallway, ignoring how the students immediately steered clear from their path. After all, who would want to purposely irritate an already irate Leech? They’d probably be either the bravest or the stupidest person in the world. And unfortunately or fortunately, whoever it was had gotten Yuu’s attention.

“It’s like you’re trying to run away from someone.”

Yuu clicked their tongue and cracked their neck, rolling their shoulders as if they were preparing for something. “Aiya… Do I look like someone who'd run away? I can feel their eyes on me since earlier and it won't stop. It's starting to piss me off. If they want a fight then they better do something soon because I'm getting bored.”

Grim’s ears perked up at your words. “A land predator? Are you gonna hunt them down?” It was a common occurrence for the both of them to try and beat down people or creatures that interested Yuu. No matter if it was on land or on sea, Grim always helped them take it down.

A smirk tugged at Yuu’s face, teeth bared. “If they don't make a move, I will...”

Swish!

Just then, the Leech’s hand shot up and caught an arrow mid-air. The arrow had a dulled tip, clearly not meant to seriously injure but it was a declaration to Yuu, nevertheless. Yuu smiled menacingly as they turned their head towards the direction where the arrow came from, the shine of metal visible from afar as a second arrow was prepared to be released.

“Found you.”

The Leech twins like it when Yuu and Rook decide to hunt each other down because it takes the attention off of them. Rook stops stalking them and Yuu doesn't put them in their inescapable hugs so it's a double win for them. They also deliberately did not tell them about Rook for the hell of it.

Anyway, Yuu Leech finds Rook interesting and enjoys fighting with him whenever they meet. Rook’s easily one of the people that can probably take Yuu's attention off of their brothers and free them from their hug.

[Yuu Hunt and the Leech Twins]

Yuu wasn't a coward, per se, but it does get quite worrying when they've noticed two twins with teal hair in their peripherals who had been following them for quite a while now and judging from the amount of students avoiding them, they were probably someone not to mess with.

‘So why are they following me?!’ Yuu screams internally.

“Oi, Yuu, they're getting closer. What do we do?!” Grim whispered at them, also having been keeping track of the two since they appeared. “They won't go away no matter how much we try to lose them!”

“You think I don't know that?!” Yuu whispered back.

Unfortunately as fates would have had it, as Grim and Yuu weren't that familiar with the school’s layout and that made it all more easy for the Leech twins to corner them.

“N-Now, now…” Yuu tried to placate as they backed up, putting their hand in front of them like that would physically stop the slowly advancing Floyd. Jade was standing behind him, guarding the way out should Yuu slip by his brother. “I'm sure that whatever my brother did, I had nothing to do with it.” This whole situation was probably their brother’s fault. Yuu just arrived at the school a few days ago so there was no way they could've done something. The most logical thing here would be because of their brother.

‘What’s this? Can't get back at the younger brother so bully the older sibling instead?’ Yuu cried inside. They were sooo going to tell Rook to stop whatever it was he was doing with people.

“Heh, you remind me of a shrimp. I'll call you Shrimpy…” Floyd smirked, finding it amusing how different Yuu acted compared to their young brother. “Come here, Shrimpy, Shrimpy.” He lunged for the older Hunt. Except, he didn't make contact as he found himself falling backwards from a sudden weight pulling him back and onto the ground. Floyd tried to get up but soon realized that the lapels of his clothes had been bolted down on the ground with a crossbow arrow.

Yuu didn't hesitate reloading and quickly aimed the crossbow, firing multiple shots consecutively at Jade who dodged their attack. However, it seemed that this was exactly what Yuu planned as they and Grim made a mad dash towards the exit.

“Sorry, I'll pay for your clothes lateeeeer!”

While Yuu Hunt may be a bit of a ball of anxiety, they– like all the other Yuu sibling variants– have the skills to deal with others. Remember, they're a Hunt and while they are scared of Rook, they're still the oldest Hunt sibling.

Yuu is terrified of the Leech twins but always uses non-lethal methods to escape them. Rook, however, is still and always will be their top one most scary person to be hunted by.

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artemismoorea03 · 7 months

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Jim Gordon had seen a lot of things in all his years as both an officer and Commissioner but for the most part things stayed at an arms length or he was able to easily separate himself from situations. Of course, there were incidents that were a bit harder to seperate from like Barbara becoming paralyzed due to Joker, all the times he or Barabara nearly died, kidnappings, and watching friends and loved ones either die or go down a dark path, but for the most part his life wasn't too crazy.

At least that was until one summer that all changed rather dramatically. In the form of a redhaired teenager showing up at his police station. She was around 17 and was wearing teal pants, a black shirt and a teal headband. But no matter her age or what she was wearing it didn't change the fact that she looked like Barabra had when she was younger.

That mixed with the fact that she specifically asked to see 'Jim Gordon' was something that made all of the Gotham PD point her in his direction. Once they were face to face the girl let out a shaky breath.

"My name is Jasmine Fenton, I'm your second cousin and I need your help protecting my brother from my parents and Batman."

Jim was shocked, blinking confusion away as he held up his hand. "Wait wait. You're my-"

"Second cousin. My mother is Madeline Walker."

Maddie. He knew Maddie though he had only met her a couple of times. Her mom and his dad were siblings. That explained why Jasmine looked so much like Barbara at least.

"Maddie... right, I remember Maddie. Okay, so why does your brother need protection? Specifically from your parents and Batman?"

Jasmine played with her hands. "My... my brother is different, Commissioner Gordon and my parents found out. They hurt him... badly. So we came here because you're the only one who might be able to help us but if Batman finds out we're here then Danny could get hurt again. B-but my parents and the government are wrong out him! H-he's not evil, he's a hero. H-he's a hero but because of what he is... he's labled as evil..."

Jim frowned, "Okay... is your brother a meta?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No."

Damn. Meta protection act wouldnt help here.

"Alright... is your brother with you?"

Jasmine sniffled then nodded. "He's in the car sleeping."

Jim stood up, grabbing his jacket off of the coat hanger. "Take me to him, please."

"You won't hurt him?"

"You have my word."

Jasmine looked at him, her teal eyes filled with more exhaustion and anxiety than any childs should be. Then, she let out a shaky breath and lead him out of the room.

They walked through the police station before Jasmine lead him out to the parking lot to the furthest corner of it where a beat up red station wagon was parked alone. Jasmine then gestured to the back window as Jim looked in.

The seats had been laid down and blankets laid out in a makeshift bed where a teenager around 14 or 15 laid sleeping on it. The teenager had healing bruises on his face and arms as well as a multitude of bandages that Jim could see peeking over the blanket, specifically on his chest. What had Jim the most concerened though was how pale the boy was and how weak his breathing seemed.

Any doubts Jim might have had immediately flew out the window. It no longer mattered who these two kids were they were kids in trouble.

"Why didn't you take him to the hosptial?" Jim asked, looking at Jasmine who looked ready to cry.

"Because if the Government finds out where he is they'll take him away and kill him. What he is isnt supposed to exist and is listed as 'dangerous'." She sniffled.

Jim frowned. The goverment couldn't know yet they took the risk to come to him? They must have been desperate.

"Okay, let me see your keys. I'll take you kids to my place to hide then call my daughter."

"Y-your daughter?" Jasmine asked, handing the keys over regardless.

"Yeah. She's good with these kinds of things and if she can't help I might know somebody else who can." Jim explained, climbing into the drivers seat as Jasmine ran to the other side.

"T-they won't turn us in, right?"

"No, they wont. My daughter is a librarian and my friend is a butler, they know how to keep secrets." He promised, pulling away from the police station in the direction of his house.

He could only hope that he would be able to help these two kids, and that whatever fear they had of the Batman wouldn't end up being justified fears.

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #more of a oneshot #i was bored

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raayllum · 8 months

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can't remember if i've actually written this down this specifically before so two main avenues (in my mind) as to how s6 may go plot wise

#1) Callum's identity, Rayla's sacrificial refusal, and no CHET aka Initial Choice + Destruction and then Salvation

Callum does dangerous, magical things (star magic? dark magic? both?) to get the moon fam and Kpp'Ar out of the coins in order to spare Rayla the sacrifice of the ritual and/or living without them. This leads to him being possessed (and eventually freeing Aaravos?). Either before or after the release, despite being urged by Runaan to fulfil what Callum asked her to do - and Rayla considering it - she refuses to sacrifice Callum and saves him in turn by reaffirming his identity. This fulfils his 'dark path' arc as well as her arc about sacrifice. This is a tighter, shorter arc overall, which may be more plausible in a 9 episode season, but it may be harder to justify the Moon Fam's release to the audience since some people are - understandably - going to be upset with Runaan and Ezran will already ward against or put his foot down about Runaan being freed even without this level of consequence.

#2) Rayla continues being self sacrificial, CHET aka Post-Possession Choice + Salvation and then Destruction

This one is more similar to the above - although it could have Callum being possessed more randomly (also might let Kpp'Ar and his possible Aaravos knowledge factor in more?) - wherein Callum frees the moon fam, but is independently possessed, and Rayla still saves him. However, this angle has her take a route of "I'll save him because it doesn't matter what happens to me in the process," hence leaving her open to be injured/needing to be saved once she breaks him out. Then Callum fulfils Aaravos' plans to save her (healing an injury, hostage cube or something else exchange, etc) and/or Ezran. This would fulfil his 'dark arc' and technically a smidge more agency (rather than what he did to help Aaravos being more hand waved as "you literally had no control"). This arc is longer and provides an avenue for the broyals to make up as well if they had a fight earlier on in the season if they team up to get Rayla. It also resolves her sacrifice arc by having it reaffirmed that the people who love her won't let her sacrifice herself anymore.

Subset: Ezran CHET variant

Have discussed this one before but now with extra caveats since we know the broyals are likely going to be having argument(s) next season:

Callum is possessed (regardless of coins or otherwise). Rayla resolves her sacrifice arc, like in Avenue #1, by refusing to sacrifice him and breaks him free before he can ultimately fulfil Aaravos' wishes. In the chaos, Ez is taken/injured, and Callum does whatever is required to save his baby brother (levels of irony being the Orphan Queen's connection with the cube perhaps, or that Viren wasn't willing to legitimately do anything to save Harrow, but Callum is for his king-brother). The brothers reconcile.

#tdp #the dragon prince #rayllum #s6 #brotp: we're in this together #cube hostage exchange theory #predictions #tag ramble #arc 2 #s6 specuation #ezran variant #feels like it's gonna one of these three #i do think rayla is more linked to the cube than ez just bc of prior seasons #like u could have given a lot of her lines about the cube and its game motif to ez if #u wanted but they didn't so. hmm #again: operating under the assumption aaravos even wants the cube cause #it could just old memories or space-time visions or something

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dearshelby · 1 year

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The road to peace

Summary: Nine days after coming home from France, Tommy still can't sleep. The war isn't over yet and he's filled with shame. An intense, confusing experience forces him to decide what path his life will take now.

A/N: Alright, here it is 👀 I'm nervous about this one but I'm open to any suggestions, compliments or criticism. Also, allow me to remind everyone Tommy might feel OOC in here because he's not heading to become a gangster, that's the AU's proposal, you don't need to read it if it's not your cup of tea

Chapter 1: Tommy, the coward.

The particles of dust drifted as the shovels buried in the walls, ditching the passage deeper into the ground. Tommy was the second in line, waiting with the bomb in his hands.

The soldier in the front stopped, making everyone behind him freeze. He looks back at his conrads, gesturing a shushing sign and pointing up.

Above their heads, the Germans dug a tunnel.

The soldier points at Tommy, then to the bomb he carried. With a subservient nod, he sets the explosive. They all turned around, ready to crawl the way out, in a matter of seconds, the enemy line would be blown up.

When the first wood started to crackle, they just kept crawling, silently, unaware that the whole structure above them was about to sag.

The first scream got muffled and everything got dark.

Tommy wakes up with a jump, his eyes wandering all over the place looking for any threats, but there aren't any. He's in his bedroom, in his home in England.

It should bring him some relief, but it doesn't. Not when the war isn't over, not when his brothers are still fighting.

A tired sigh leaves his lips, nine days, he's been home for nine days and didn't get any rest yet.

Finally, he realizes it wasn't only the nightmare that woke him up. There's somebody knocking on the door as well.

"Tommy?" Polly's insistent voice calls, "There's mail from Arthur! I told him you're home!"

Oh, for fucks' sake, Tommy knows he couldn't hide his cowardice forever, he only hoped to be the one to explain the situation, surely he could provide a better explanation than his aunt. He runs a hand on his face trying to look a little presentable before answering the door.

"Did I wake you up?" she handed him the letter.

"Yeah," Tommy walks back inside the bedroom and closes the door on Polly's face.

"Won't you come down for breakfast?" she yells.

"Later," he dismisses.

Sitting at the end of the bed, he stares at the envelopes in his hand. His bigger brother, the one who taught him how to pickpocket and throw a good punch, now knows he isn't the man he is expected and taught to be.

A war-shy bastard, is that what he became? No, he isn't like the boys who hid in the basement to avoid being dragged to the battlefield and he didn't accept Johnny Dogs' offer of traveling away until dust settles.

He fought the hardest he could, he fought for the people of Small Heath, for his brothers, for his country and mainly, for the broken heart he desperately needed to mend.

Tommy fought with all his strength, but it wasn't enough.

With a gulp, he opens the letter, expecting nothing but the scorn he believes to deserve. The warm greetings tranquilize him, Arthur took it easier on Tommy than he does on himself.

"Hope you get well soon, brother. Things are still rough over here, I'm glad you're safe at home."

Tommy scoffs at Arthur's protectiveness, hating to be looked down, as if he doesn't have the capacity of going through something rough, as if he needs to be protected.

Hiding the letter under his pillow, he decides it's better not to answer yet. He doesn't want to face the bitter fact he lost his toughness and would've become a burden if he stayed in France.

Heading downstairs, he enters the kitchen and notices a calendar on the wall, 1st November 1918, the war started in 1914, four years ago.

A harrowing feeling crawls into Tommy's chest, he misses his brothers, he misses the normal life, how long would it take for peace to be declared? Will he even survive until there?

"Morning," Ada walks in, "I hope you're not waiting for me or Pol to make you breakfast,"

"Not at all," he drawles and pours himself a cup of tea.

"How are you? Managed to get any sleep?" she sits on the table.

"No,"

"Oh, I thought-"

"You thought wrong, Ada," he sits down in front of her.

"Well, I-" she sighs, "Polly and I are going to get groceries, will you be fine on your own?"

"I'm not a fucking kid,"

"I know, Tom, I'm just making sure, do you want anything special?"

He negatively nods and Ada leaves the kitchen. For the first time in nine days, he's home alone.

The house is quiet, it feels normal but not safe, like sitting in a public place in which no one should attack you, but there's still a possibility.

He broods over with his cup of tea, his sister thinks he's fine again, probably because she didn't hear any screams last night, the reason isn't what she thinks though, Tommy didn't scream because he was awake the whole time, he had given up of sleeping, only getting some rest when exhaustion unwillingly claimed his body, then the nightmare woke him up.

All the previous nights, he tried to sleep and failed, he drank the tea Polly gave him, read a book, listened to calming music, none of it helped.

Regardless of what Tommy does, he'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, his stomach growls, just tea isn't enough to quench his hunger. He grabs a piece of bread and a frying pan from the cabinet, turning the stove on, he remembers all the times his mother made warm bread on the pan.

He waited near the stove to be the first one to get a plate, it made Arthur and his dad mad.

After getting the lard, Tommy makes up his meal. He doesn't bother putting it on a plate, preferring to eat directly from the pan, a plate would only mean more dishes to wash.

Before he can get the first bite, three heavy knocks on the betting shop's door surprises him. He drops the bread on the floor with his heart pounding quickly in his chest.

"Mrs. Gray!" an unknown voice calls, "C'mon, I know you're there! I need to lay a bet!"

Tommy breathes heavily. Polly is not here, he shouldn't be here either. His hands start to shake.

Another three knocks on the door make his world swing, he's dizzy. What is happening to him? It's just noise, just a man wanting to lay a fucking bet.

Leaning against the wall, he takes deep breaths expecting it'll help him calm down, but it only suffocates him. He folds his arms around himself and sits on the floor.

Another three knocks. Tommy can't tell if the man is still calling or not.

Sweat covers his freckled face, his sight gets blurry as bile rises to his mouth. He turns to the side and throws up.

Sitting next to his own vomit, he holds his head in his hands. The noise is gone. He's alone again.

His chest moves up and down at a slower pace now, his hands are still shaking, but the dizziness is gone. Tommy puts his hands down and keeps his eyes closed.

Minutes pass fast and he opens his eyes again, everything is still in place, nothing changed, except him, he changed from a thief to a soldier to a frightened, pathetic man.

He couldn't live like this, there's no place in the world which is completely silent the whole time, he couldn't hide from people and loud noises.

Ashamed, Tommy stands up, picks up his bread from the floor and throws it away, he puts the pan on the sink and takes an already dirty cloth, cleaning his vomit with it.

He washes the cloth and frowns, he's not hungry anymore, just tired and too scared to sleep. And what now? Nothing has been assigned for him to do, he doesn't belong here anymore, nor in the battlefield, nor anywhere. He's dead weight.

However, he's alive, he's a survivor, he died once and won't do it again, now there's only extra time and he's clueless about what to do with.

His eyes widen when Polly and Ada arrive, carrying two paper bags each. Tommy promptly takes them from his aunt and puts them on the table. Ada does the same.

"Tomatoes again, Pol?" Tommy peeks inside the bag.

Polly stares at him in silence and tells her niece, "Ada, go upstairs, will you? I need to talk to Tommy."

"Why can't I-"

"It's adult business, you won't understand, now go."

Ada sighs and leaves the kitchen. Tommy looks at his aunt with confusion, "Is everything alright?"

"What 's that?" Polly grabs the waistband of his trousers, only then he notices the dry puke in it.

"I threw up,"

"Why?"

Tommy ashamedly looks away, continuing to take the groceries out of the bags. He won't tell Polly the stupid reason why he got ill.

"You need to do something about it, Tommy, go to a doctor or something,"

"Eh?" he scoffs, "Go to the fucking doctor and tell him what, Polly?"

"Tell him what happened,"

"As if he can do something about it,"

"If it happens when you're alone then you should get a company,"

"I don't need a fucking babysitter,"

"Not a babysitter, someone who can put your fires out,"

"Stop it, Pol," Tommy harshly asks.

"I'm serious, Thomas, you're back home now, it's time to move on,"

"I know that, alright?! I fucking know!" Tommy snaps.

Taking his coat and cap from the hanger, he walks out of the house with a scowl in his face. Instinctively, he walks to Uncle Charlie's yard, on the way there, he notices the eyes of the women and few men on him.

Curly is the one to open the yard's gates, greeting him with his usual gentleness, the man is one of the few people Tommy wouldn't judge for refusing to fight.

"And how are you, Tom?" Curly asks.

"Where 's Charlie?"

"He's in the back, I'll call him for you, yeah?"

Tommy sits on an old chair and waits, this time he isn't scared of any judgment, because Charlie hadn't fought too.

"I was wondering when you'd come," Charlie greets, "when Polly said you're back I thought I missed the fucking news, that the war was over,"

"No, war is still going," Tommy mumbles and gets a cigarette from his coat's pocket.

"What the fuck happened to you, Tommy?"

"Honestly? I don't know, Charlie, I don't fucking know,"

The older man sits beside his nephew, both immersed in their own quiet natures. Tommy closes his eyes and blows the smoke out of his lungs, he wants advice he can't ask, he's a grown man and can't simply ask Charlie what to do with his life now.

"Any news from your brothers?"

"They're alive,"

"Uhm, fucking Arthur only sent me one letter saying he'll open a fucking pub when he come back, John didn't send any,"

"He mostly writes to Polly because of his children,"

"Right, and Finn?"

"Still can't fucking write,"

Charlie chuckles, "Don't mock him, you were quite slow yourself at his age, only good to argue and pickpocket,"

"I'm not mocking him, he knows things that are more important than reading and writing,"

A brief silence occurs before Charlie asks, "And what about you, Thomas?"

"I have no fucking idea,"

"But you're back, ain't you?"

"I suppose,"

"Oh, fuck off, what you're gonna do now? Run the betting shop? Steal horses like your dad?"

Tommy doesn't answer, then Charlie realizes what his nephew truly wants, advice.

"Your grandad was a wise man, y'know?" Charlie says, "it was a blessing and a burden, eventually he couldn't stand be in the same place anymore, he started to move around looking for peace,"

"Did he find it?" Tommy asks.

"For a while, yeah, he found a healer who agreed to travel with him and he found peace in the hills, and in her,"

"A healer?"

"Your grandad was sick in the head, Tom, suicide, that's how he went, I guess the woman helped him to stay for a while longer," he explains, "if he had found peace earlier, he could be around now,"

"So peace is on the hills, eh?"

"You know that, you used to sleep outside all the time when you were a kid,"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Charlie,"

"No, but you're still looking for peace,"

"...yeah,"

"If you're too tired to take a wagon, rent a house away from here, I swear, Tom, this city can feel like the end of the road sometimes."

"Thank you, Charlie."

Throwing his cigarette away, Tommy leaves the yard with a made up decision. Small Heath isn't his home anymore.

On the way to the Watery Lane, he steps on the rocks on the ground, soon it'll be grass, the air will be cleaner and the streets will be quieter.

As he walks past the front of a tiny restaurant, a shattering noise makes him jump, the waitress had accidentally dropped the dirty glasses on the floor.

She looks at the broken glass on the floor, then at him, "I scared you, didn't I? I'm sorry, are you alright?"

Tommy takes a deep breath and nods, following his way back home.

Perhaps he needs a healer too.

TRTP MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #civilian!tommy au #the road to peace

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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hii!! I LOVE your fics! I hope u doing well <33

I would like to request HC's how the TBB (or any other clones, it doesn't matter) would react to the fall to the dark side of the Jedi!Reader

Aloha! Thanks! I'm okay :) Hope you are doing good!

Oh boy... let me give it a try.

The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader HC's - The Descent To The Dark Side

Warnings: Possible Hurt / Possible Angst / Tension

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Hunter

"There is so much more potential in me. So much injustice that I could have prevented. But I'm bound by these chains called the Jedi Order. Jedi are not keepers of the peace. They stand idly by as peace is slaughtered right before their eyes.

You sound so angry, so frustrated, and he can feel this angry energy that seems to surround you.

He saw your behaviour change. Your frustration with the strict and limiting Jedi code. He isn't exactly a specialist when it comes to Jedi things, he never needed to. But he is aware of the mental changes you seem to go through.

He'll try to keep you calm, but he doesn't really know how. The Jedi and the Force are not exactly his expertise. But he knows it's a big deal when you turn your back on the order. Amongst other things you wouldn't be working with the batch anymore, but aside from that, he heard sinister things about those who embraced the dark side.

"If you really choose this path, I can't follow you".

Swimming in this feeling of strength and power, so dark but so tempeting, you start to feel cold towards him.

"Then I guess this is goodbye"

Hunter is staring at you. He can't believe what you just said.

"You know I don't want to say goodbye", he says with a low voice "Don't do this"

He will be torn. Hunter doesn't want you to leave and become something dark, something sinister. He'll beg you to stay, even if it's really hard for him, he won't be tempted to come with you. If you walk down that road, you walk it alone. He's not deserting his brother and his duty for you, especially not like this.

It'll hurt like hell, he will take a lot of time to heal. Losing you is really hard for him, but no matter what you do or say, he will stand his ground.

Echo

You sound so angry, so frustrated, and he can feel this angry energy that seems to surround you.

"If you really choose this path, I can't follow you".

Swimming in this feeling of strength and power, so dark but so tempeting, you start to feel cold towards him.

"Then I guess this is goodbye

Echo's heart sinks. He feels like you just pulled the ground from right under his feet and he starts to fall, with no end in sight.

"You don't mean that", he says meekly.

"Why would I not? If you're not with me, you're against me"

Echo's eyes widen.

"What are you talking about? It's me, Echo. I'm your friend, I love you"

"Then why would you stop following me?"

He's torn. He Loves you deeply, but he has duties, he has his brothers. And yet he can't let go of you.

"Where would we go?", he asks quietly.

"To a place where we are free of any boundaries. We could be together and make our own decisions"

Echo is tempted and to much into you to deny. He's coming with you, but he will always try and hope to get you back to the light side. He won't watch you do bad or wrong things without comment. But he stays with you. At least for a while. If you got to far though, he'll leave with a broken heart.

Wrecker

You sound so angry, so frustrated, and he can feel this angry energy that seems to surround you.

"If you really choose this path, I can't follow you".

Swimming in this feeling of strength and power, so dark but so tempeting, you start to feel cold towards him.

"Then I guess this is goodbye"

"Mesh'la, there is no need for such extrems"

"It's time for things to change!"

"Maybe, but we can change them together, with our friends."

He doesn't want to lose you, the thought alone is so very painful for him. But he won't budge either, he can't just go and leave everything behind. Wrecker is not coming with you. He'll try to talk you out of it, but if it doesn't work, he'll stay with his brother and watch you go with a heavy heart.

The sweet giant is heartbroken, but he knows the way you are going is one he can't and won't go.

"No matter where you go, no matter when you might decide to maybe com back, you'll always have a place at my side"

Tech

You sound so angry, so frustrated, and he can feel this angry energy that seems to surround you.

"If you really choose this path, I can't follow you".

Swimming in this feeling of strength and power, so dark but so tempeting, you start to feel cold towards him.

"Then I guess this is goodbye"

He blinks, confused. You two have been through so much together, you are his first love, his one true love. At least that's what he thought. Tech can't believe you would just leave him behind like this.

"Please, don't say that. There must be antoher way"

"Not for me, Tech"

"But I can't come with you. My brothers need me. I have obligations here with them and the republic"

"I've risen above such things. I won't let any of you hold me back, not even you"

He's hurt, very much so. Tech doesn't really know what to say or do.

He swallows and says quietly, "Then I guess this really is goodbye"

Tech will be down for weeks. He'll be coiling up like a fetus in his bunk for a long time and talk to no one. He feels left and broken. You broke his heart and it's not healing any time soon.

Crosshair

You sound so angry, so frustrated, and he can feel this angry energy that seems to surround you.

"If you really choose this path, I can't follow you".

Swimming in this feeling of strength and power, so dark but so tempeting, you start to feel cold towards him.

"Then I guess this is goodbye"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means we part ways"

He's looking at you critically.

He asks, "You think you are somehting so much better now?"

"I knew you wouldn't understand"

"Well if you wanna leave me, just do it. Don't make such a fuzz about it", he grumbles.

Crosshair is hurt, very much so, but he will never admit that. He'll be sassy and defiant. Acting like he doesn't care is easier for him then to make a scene. He doesn't have the emotional strength to fight for you to stay. He will regret that he just let you go for years to come.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Succesful Failure...

Summary: Olly can't save his vode from Sulu Ra. But maybe someone else can…

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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It was very dark. The church itself had shone bright, with the sunlight filtering through the old colourful glass panes that made up the intricate and rather delicate mosaics that had been laid out many years ago to tell their religious tales.

The ship connected to the tallest tower however, was cold dark and dreary. Just like Umbara. Lichtenberg did not like the dark

But Olly had been missing for a day and he knew exactly where his little vod'ika had gone. Revenge had been on his mind for quite some time now, and nothing would have kept him from his war path once every single clone on Epifania had been cured of their accelerated ageing.

Lich knew what to expect. He'd grabbed his blaster, grabbed PB, and the two had marched on without a word. Without stopping to wait for help. Without heeding Rhythm's pleas to let him catch up to them. This didn't concern him. This was batch business.

They marched through the darkness of the lab's halls and, even though his mind began playing tricks on Lich, didn't stop to contemplate the photoreceptors that followed their every move. They weren't exactly concerned with hiding their presence from the demagolka that had haunted their Free'ika's dreams. The two angry clones didn't stop until they found their little baby brother.

The sight that greeted them was a terrible one.

For all of Olly's strength, for all that he and three others outnumbered the monster, Sulu Ra still had them on the ground.

Hurting. Shivering. Twisting. Dying?

Whatever the case, the Kaminoan was enjoying himself while his victims writhed on the floor in sheer agony.

"You thought you could destroy me? He who made you?" The Mad Cloner of Kamino cackled. "Please... You were always pathetic little welps, even before I made something useful out of you all... You could only ever dream to overthrow your god!"

They could shoot the monster. Blast him to pieces. But compassion is a much stronger feeling than rage had ever been. Lich and PB drop their weapons and rush to the agonised clones's side. The three Olly had been trying to rescue are rather unusual to look upon, but the fear in their eyes is a familiar one and Lich isn't about to let them die afraid. Neither is Pretty Boy for the matter...

Sulu Ra continues to laugh as he watches the pain he's caused unfold. He's drugged them, and whatever is coursing through their veins is causing them immeasurable burning. Neither Lichtenberg or Pretty Boy are medics. They don't know how to help their vode, so they hold them as best they can instead.

Sooth and whisper and promise that even if this is the end, they won't leave their sides. They won't let the demagolka be the last being they ever see. They wish they could stop the horrid mad cackling, wish they could make this less stressful.

Their wishes come true.

Sulu Ra's shrill laughter is cut off. Lich only has seconds to look up before he sees a figure shrouded in darkness, face hidden by a gas mask, grabbing the Kaminoan by the neck. For a second he thinks they're going to snap it, but they instead push him off the catwalk.

The Kaminoan screams, almost in disbelief at this sudden turn of events, before that too is cut off by the sound of flesh and bone breaking apart. The bastard is impaled on one of his own machines, thick blood bubbling out of his mouth and nostrils as he begins to drown around his punctured lungs.

The figure up above watches with grim satisfaction, before looking down at them. The only thing Lich can see of them is a mess of wild curls and the glint of the gas mask's lenses. There's a pungent smell in the air that he recognises.

It was only a matter of time before hubris took the butcher. The irony isn't lost on Lich that he who maimed was stopped by someone who cures.

He just hopes Pox can still help save his kih'vode...

#Eps Writes #Star Wars #the clone wars #forceful intervention au #Star Wars ocs #clone ocs #sulu ra #clone trooper lichtenberg #clone trooper pretty boy #riot trooper olly olly oxenfree #clone medic pox #In which Sulu Ra finally eats shit and even tho I built up Olly being the one to end him it's actually Pox that gets the honour :)

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Hi Lys, it's me again, the bunny dreamer here. I saw two other dreams that involved bird/ animals recently and I was wondering if the three dreams are connected in some way. I have never seen dreams where animals or birds are the main focus, except dogs. Dogs are kind of bad warnings for me. And all this dream were under 10 days.

Dream1: bunny dream

Dream 2: I don't remember exactly what I saw but there's one bit that I remember clearly, it's that I bought insects, animals and birds in a bag and released them in a dark room..it was a gift for my mother. I first showed it to my father. He said mother will like it. Then my mother came back home, (I think she went to out to run errands or something) and I showed her and she said it's nice but now we have to put them back in the bag because guests are coming over (the dark room was actually a guest room) and we have to get the room ready for them. And now we were wondering how do we get all of them back in the bag. I don't remember what animals and living creatures I bought but I do remember there was a chicken, living breathing chicken inside the room.

Dream3: So first I got the vibe that it was lamb and he was baby boy lamb. And I or someone had placed this sage/ olive green color gymnastic mats on the stairs of my house (the house was well lit, white walls, kind of like modern American house). To the left of the stairs at the bottom was our main entrance door. So the lamb would slide down the mats and then go up and again slide down the mat....he was basically playing. I don't know when this lamb turned into a baby boy, almost like a toddler. There was another kid (boy) who might be my nephew or son, I think I was tending to him and looking for any injuries if he got while sliding down the mat with the lamb. Then the lamb turned boy looked at me and said "dd- dda- dada", not daddy but big brother. The baby couldn't speak properly yet, he could speak few words. He was learning how to speak. I told him, he is not here but I can clean you up. He then comes to me and he blabbers something. I then tell him, you can hang tightly on my neck i.e. hug me really tight, I won't let anything happen to you as I am cleaning his feet. I don't know why he got very emotional, had happy tears in his eyes and suddenly I heard someone saying (not the baby) "No human has treated us like this before." And he had sandy brown/ blonde curly hair and was in diapers.

The reason why I am sharing these dreams is because I am very confused why I saw these dreams.

Hello! Yes animals in general carry a specific meaning that should help understand us and our emotions, also according on what goes on between us and them. I guess dogs, that generally represent loyalty and protection, may mean the opposite if they're not on your side or something happens in the dream. Ofc, depends on many factors and your own life too (how you perceive those animals irl: eg. if you're scared of dogs, they ofc bring bad news for you no matter the general acception that surrounds them).

Let's see your other dreams and then let's try to check if there's a possible correlation.

All in all, I think all of these dreams can be considered of guidance to you. Even more since you remembered them well. Usually we tend to remember (or suddenly remember) dreams that do carry an important message for us, whether it's from our subconscious or the 5d.

Dream2: I think you have a lot inside, like you may want to get free from something, be you, feel independent, abundant but you may still not be able to reach that. You're probably trying to work on your self worth, or distancing (?) yourself from others' values, to find your own path. But still this is something kinda scary, as it may make you feel inscure and vulnerable. You are still hiding parts of yourself, cause you probably fear not being appreciated. And maybe that's what you were (even unconsciously) taught: you're okay, but it's better to not let some parts of you out cause you may get judged and not nurtured or praised as you'd like to (maybe you had to overwork to get praised/feel seen/appreciated? But even so it didn't always worked as you wished?). You may be a little stressed about this situation, so I think the general meaning of the dream is to give yourself rest and nurture yourself. Maybe there's a change ahead for what concerns how you care for yourself too, how you see yourself, or maybe you've already started this process despite it's scary (if so, well done). Like, if you've been or felt neglected, give back to yourself and... try to not hide those sides of you, your needs for nurturing and protection, anymore. At least you, listen to yourself. And validate yourself (especially if you rely mostly on external validation or guidance).

Dream3: I suppose this is not your house from how you describe it? You may be nearby a new start in your life. You still may feel anxious about it ofc, or unsure, and you may be searching for peace of mind and time to unwind (cause it's something heavy), as you used to do when you were a child: have no worries, just enjoy. And honestly, I feel like despite the worries may be very heavy to you, you can find balance and peace as you move and grow through them. Also in this dream there's the need for care, protection and nurturing as you show these traits in taking cares of the two boys (checking for injuries, cleaning them...). Maybe you need more nurturing from your family/relationships (or you need them in a different way than how you get them), or maybe again you need to give it to yourself, to give yourself more credit for what you've been through and how you made it, to see your worth and how caring and nice you are (and maybe should be like that with yourself too -your inner child may feel hurt and need your healing/care). I think you may feel hurt too at this point by something happened in your relationships-field, and maybe you're learning now how to express your feelings, how to see what happened from a different perspective (and point it out, call it with its name) and how to see yourself for who you are. It's still a work in progress. You're trying to be more careful about your emotions and name them, listen to them and to yourself. And since it's something you may feel you have rarely experienced in your life, rememeber to give yourself time to get used to it. And also, it's okay to "fail" at times or go back into the old mental pattern. Just remember you can get out and you will.

Since more or less all the dreams were encouraging you to take steps towards a new cycle/start and believe in yourself, I guess that yes they were all connected in guiding your next steps and giving you comfort as you walk through (and remind to give yourself comfort and peace/breaks too). Reminding of your self worth and that you can make it through anything and reach your goals. In the bunnies' dream you got (if I remember well) that you would have received further infos/clarity, right? I will check but if so, I guess these two dreams were it. Or at least, part of those infos.

Take care dear<3

#.#dreams #dreams interpretations

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 16

This one is going to be real fucking long, I don't want to keep stringer you, dear reader, along so the good shit starts now. Again, really fucking long, I should have broken this up into two chapters.

Part 15

Series Masterlist

Contains: Protective little brother, Jax is an idiot and so is the OC, fun at the fair, graphic historical combat demonstrations (no one gets hurt), sexual harassment, protective Jax, time jumps. Discussion of an alcoholic father, child neglect and abuse. Wendy deserved better and she's going to get it. Attempted kidnapping, BAMF OC, love confession.

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The joys of an unexpected confession

"Teller, I need to talk to you." Sam practically shoved Jax into his dorm before closing and locking the door.

"Is something wrong?" Sam didn't respond and crossed his arm over his chest.

"What are you doing with my sister? I can see that you have feelings for her, I'm not knocking that, I just want to know your intentions before I decide if I'm ok with it.

Jax was shocked, he was hoping this would never come up.

"I don't know, she's hard to read. I can't tell if she's being nice or she has feelings for me. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Sam leaned against the dresser, "this isn't about my sister's feelings, this is about you. Do you love her?" Jax threw his arms up in the air.

"What do you get out of it if I say yes? I'm not the only one she spends her time with. What about Hap, they don't even talk to each and yet they seem to be best friends." Sam rubbed his eyes.

"That's because Happy and her share a similar darkness, you've seen it Jax. You know as well I as do that she doesn't fit in. She sees a bit of herself in Happy and the recognition allows her to just exists when she's with him." Jax could see it now, you didn't need to talk to each other because there was nothing to talk about, you just were what are were.

"I think you have more than just feelings for her, and that's ok. But if you go down this path and then change your mind, she would rather die of loneliness than let another person in. I want her to have a happy ending, if it's with you, I'm happy, but I'm not going to watch her pine for you forever. If you do it now she'll think you're doing it because of Abel, he's comes out of the incubator in 2 months, do it then." Jax appreciated Sam's bluntness.

Sam got up and walked to the door but Jax stopped him.

"Does she have feelings for me?" He was hopeful but he knew that Sam would never betray your confidence.

"I think she knows it's ok the just exist with you too, she can be herself without all her human fineries. That's all I'm willing to tell you." Sam stood up to his full height and got within touching distance of Jax.

"If you do tell her you love her, then break her heart, I will kill you, slowly and painfully and if you think for one minute she won't help me cover it up you're wrong, no matter how much she loves you."

Sam's eyes went wide, "it wasn't my intention to share that with you, still, it doesn't change what I said Jax. You hurt her, you die."

"You're all here!" You came racing up to them at the ticket booth, dressed in some kind of medieval dress that was mild yellow. Jax couldn't help but smile, he had been waiting for this day since you brought it up.

Opie had come there with Donna and the kids, this was one of the first times he really went out with the club that wasn't on a run. After a quick hello, you zipped behind them to introduce yourself Opie, Donna, and the kids.

"Hello, I'm y/n. Everyone speaks very highly of all of you." You spoke to Kenndy and Ellie first, bending over so as to not stand over them, then Donna who seemed to like you right away. Opie could bearly keep himself together, he was looking from you to Jax with a strange knowing smile on his face.

You were called over by someone running a stand near the entrance and trotted off while they went to buy their tickets.

"We don't use modern money here, if you want to buy anything you have to pay for historically accurate coins here which you can use inside. The events are free and listed on your fair map. We ask that you follow the age suggestions on the sides, we will ask you to move along if you don't." They thanked the ticket booth operator, collected their coins of various metals and went inside.

They wandered around for a little while before it was time to head to the mounted archery event. Jax saw you standing there, no longer in your simple yellow dress but what could only be described as light battle amour, it was made of simple leather and you had your hair up and out of your face. There was a quiver of arrows slung over your shoulder and you were holding a bow in one hand.

Your horse, Sargent Fancy Hooves, was standing next to you. He had only seen the horse in photos but up close the animal was huge. Your linen shirt showed off the slope of your neck in a way that made him want to trace the structure with his tongue.

You saw them and waved them over, "it's starting soon, I managed to get your front row seats if you want them." You directed where to sit down and Jax made sure to sit where he'd have to best view.

He watched you walk your horse to the start of the track then swing yourself onto his back.

Shit she's strong

He leaned in closer, just to get a look at the concentration on your face. As the horse got up to a canter, you took an arrow from the quiver, place it in the bow, pulled the string back and released it as you passed the target.

Hit, dead centre

You did it again and again, moving your body as you approached each target, each with varying distances and difficulties, you shot one that flew threw the air, over a path in the crowd and up to a target on a faraway tree.

Jax found himself unable to focus on the arrows, his eyes were stuck on you and the way your body moved, he couldn't tell if he should be turned on or scared but that seemed to be normal when it came to you.

Quiver emptied, you slowed and jumped off, at the round of applause you gave a big stage bow and walked your horse back to the stables before coming over to talk to them.

"So, what did everyone think?"

Kenny and Eille were staring up at you with big eyes before Kenny yelled, "that was so cool man, I can learn how to do that?"

You laughed and looked over at Opie and Donna, "only if Mum and Dad say it's ok, if you stick around till the end of the day, you can give it a go." They looked over at their parents who gave a slight nod.

"That's was pretty awesome Darlin, you made it look easy." You smiled like you were trying not to appear shy.

"Thank you Jackson."

****

They spent the day walking about talking to the people at all the stalls, it was much more fun than they expected even though the stalls were being run by historians and scientists, it felt like they were really in the middle ages.

It was around lunchtime when they headed to your next event, you were in the same combat outfit, although this time you were away from your horse and holding a sword. They were directed to the front seats by some usher, no doubt you making sure they had the best seats again and Jax sat right down in the middle.

The announcer stood up on a podium and began to speak, "this is will a traditional Nodric duel meaning each combatant will be given two shields and two weapons, once they are gone, they will not be replaced. Upon speaking to the participants who have agreed to flight till first blood. We ask that you don't take photos in case there are serious injuries and parents should be ready to take their children elsewhere. Having said that, both out demonstrators today are highly trained and have done this before."

Jax thought the way you circled each other was terrifying, you were fighting a man at least twice your size without a hint of fear on your face. You were handed one shield, which you threw on the ground, the man did the same before you met in a clash of steel.

It was like watching a dance, one caked with mud and sweat. You gave as good as you got, moving more fluidly and with more grace than he was. You swung just right and the man's shield shattered, you threw your down as well, cocking your hand at him as if to egg him on.

Now it really started, the man was throwing his whole weight at you while you side stepped and backed away. Jax had a realisation.

You were wearing him out.

He watched you succeed and the man's swings became slower and less accurate, then you pulled away from a swing that was aimed at your side and swung across your body, cutting his shoulder in the process. The man started to bleed just a little and you were stepping back, dropping your sword.

There was a roar of cheers and applause but you were too busy hugging your opponent to notice. You walked over to them a little while later, still huffing and puffing.

"Thoughts?" Jax had a few but none of them were appropriate.

"That was the most badass thing I've seen, so much cooler than the movies.

You smiled and offered Half-Sack a friendly punch in the arm, "thanks dude."

"Yeah Darlin, totally it was totally hot."

You rolled your eyes at him, "I told you Teller, I'm immune to your charms."

************

The next time they saw you, you were back in your yellow dress, munching on some kind of fried good.

"What you eating?"

You ripped off a piece and handed it to Jax, "bread fried in duck fat, it's fucking amazing." Jax moaned as he took a bite, it was good.

"Who cares about dying at 40 from the flu when you can have this all the time, the middle ages were both terrifying and awesome." Jax shook his head, your brother was right, you were a total dork. He liked it though, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you just for the joy you brought him when he laid eyes on you.

"I like your dress." There was that shy smile again, it made him feel like he was ten feet tall.

"I keep telling you Mr Teller, I'm immune to your charms." He reached out to touch your sleeve's hem and watched you go all wide-eyed.

"Did you make this one too?" You looked from his hand to his face and nodded before sticking your unoccupied hand in a pocket.

"It has pockets! It's called a Kirtle" You raced over to the stall and got two more pieces of fried bread, handing him one.

"Are you coming to the last event?" Jax was a little shocked that you ask him that, of course he was coming.

"Hell yeah. I read your paper, by the way, it was really, really interesting. There's no way I'm missing it."

You reached your hand out and grabbed his, and then he was being pulled away to the arena. You handed him something with a slightly deranged look on your face, "you might need this, they bleed like real people." He put on the plastic poncho and sat next to Juice, Happy, Sam, and Tig.

Jax watched you climb up on the podium before tapping the microphone and speaking in that warm, friendly voice that was slowly becoming a mainstay in his dreams.

"Hello all, this event is a little different. In front of you, you will see some dummies in different states of dress, you will notice that these dummies have clear skin and look like something from an anatomy class. This is because the dummies are what's known as ballistic gel dummies, they behave like the living human body when damaged, these ones even bleed like people." Happy was buzzing with excitement.

"We ask again, that any children leave, if they want to learn they can return after for a more appropriate demonstration. If you feel faint at any time, we ask that you wave over one of the helpers walking around, and there is no shame in getting up and leaving." There was no way Jax was going anywhere.

"Lastly, these arrows are live and can cut through flesh like butter. Please don't cross the fences, it could be very bad for your health. Now, onto the fun stuff. There are a few different types of amour here and I'm going to demonstrate why amour doesn't save you if someone has good aim. As I said, these bodies bleed so those of you in the front row have been provided with protection."

You jumped down, picked up your bow and quiver and walked to the start of the arena. Jax was drawn to the way your ribs moved, the same way they moved when you shot those men.

Out

Fire

It was burtal, he swore he heard the arrow rush threw the air before it slammed into the dummy, it bled slowly at first then started rushing out but you were already onto the next target.

Out

Fire

He watched it fly through the air before going threw a gap in the helmet and embedding in the dummy's face, the gap was tiny. Jax started to wonder if you've ever used them on live flesh.

As you came closer to him, he got a better look at you. He could see how the arm guard and fingers covers made the precise movements stand out, he worried how those thoughts would play out in his dreams tonight.

You shot the dummy closest to him in the neck and he felt a cool spray over his body, Happy looked like a kid in a candy store.

He could see you from the back now, stood up sure and confident. You weren't just a siren now, you were a warrior he would gladly kill alongside. The last arrow hit its target and the crowd cheered, you walked over to the fence and took the microphone again.

"Now we get to see why arrows were so dangerous, I'm going to walk along and pull each one out and you'll be able to see why even a seemingly minor arrow wound was fatal.

It looked gruesome but he saw it clear as day, each time an arrow came out, the bleeding got worse, the hole bigger. Looking over at his friends solidified his feelings, he was going to follow Sam's advice and wait till Abel was stronger but he was going to tell you how he felt.

**************

He was standing at the archery stage with his Club, a bow and arrow of his own in his hands while you weaved between each of them, helping them line up their shots. He watched you adjust them with one gentle finger, bearly making contact. When you came to him, you were using your whole hand, a shift of his shoulder here, a twist of his wrist here. Your eyes were lingering on his finger as he tensed them.

"See something you like Darlin?"

You rolled your eyes, "you are insufferable." Jax smirked.

"How about another bet? If I get his shot, you tell me what's got you all doe-eyed and if I don't I'm yours on my day off?"

You stuck out your hand, "done, but I don't think you'll like what I've got in mind." He shook your hand, these shakes were always so firm but your hand was still tiny in his.

He drew the bow back and let the string go, he missed wide with the arrow landing in the dirt.

"Ah ha, I win. Eat it, you insufferable ass." Jax couldn't help but laugh, he could have tried a lot harder but he loved that little victory jump you did when you won.

"What my punishment Darlin?" You gave him a big smile, wide eyed and a little evil.

"I'm teaching an anatomical structures class, I need you to be our hand model. They don't even have to see your face if that's what you want." Jax's brain immediately went somewhere explicit; for the first time, he thought you were better silent, with his fingers in your mouth while he fucked you into the mattress.

"Why not, you're just scientists, it's not like you're taking me to be probed."

You laughed and slapped him on the arm, "don't worry that come after when I receive a transmission for the mothership." Jax felt his heart swell, you were a really funny person.

****

The sun had long gone down by the time they left, you had spent most of the day going between talking to them and teaching people.

"Thank you everyone for coming, I really hope you enjoyed your day."

You were interrupted by a drunk man yelling from close by, "hey baby, how about you ride me like you rode that horse. I bet you could crush me with your thighs."

You didn't even turn to acknowledge him, but then he was stomping over to you, "hey bitch, I'm talking to you." You were clearly about to turn around and defend yourself but Jax was already nudging your aside.

"Fuck off man, before I hurt you." The man huffed and went to punch Jax but he was ready, he dodged the hit easily and threw one of his own, his fist connecting with the man's skull. The man crumbled to the fall but before Jax could climb on top of him to keep going, you were pulling him aside with his face in your hands.

"I'm ok Jackson, he's learnt his lesson." Your tone got a little saccharin, "my brave knight, you don't need to defend me." he felt his chest swell

Her brave knight, he liked the sound of that.

****

You were sitting with Abel when Jax showed up, "how was Nevada?" Jax pulled back his Kutte to show you everything was ok.

"How's Abel doing?"

You smiled, "good, you might be able to hold him soon."

He sat down next to you, putting his hand over yours, "I can't wait."

****

"What are you going to do? If he turns up dead the cops are going to know it was you."

Jax shook his head, "we're not going to kill him, just remove his tat."

You cringed a little, "I think the Russian mob has the right idea, a belt sander is far more efficient than fire or a blade."

****

"What's ATF here for?" Jax rubbed his face, "did you guys have something to do with that prison break?" He nodded and sat down next to you.

"I'll get everything I can on the agents and drop it to you next church. Remember Jackson, legal loopholes are your friend, the best place to hide things are where people aren't allowed to look."

****

"Agent June Stahl is your main problem, she's had more than one complaint about the mistreatment of cases and dereliction of duty when caring for informants. I can't see her career surviving if this case goes nowhere." Jax wasn't surprised you came through on delivering the information.

"How do you always know shit? You don't have access to this info because of your job so don't give us that shit." You rolled your eyes at Clay's tone.

"I know people, and those people owe me. If I tell you any more than that, I'll have a suspicious car accident and you don't want that."

****

Jax was at your door again, with a bit of paper in his hand, "you want me to put on some oatmeal?" His sad smile said it all.

"Wendy's gone, she left this with the hospital." He handed you a bit of paper and you looked it over.

"This is a notice to terminate her parental rights. Oh Jackson, I'm sorry." you leaned and put a hand on his knee.

"There's an affidavit here saying she was of sound mind when she signed it. I think Wendy knows she's not going to be the best mother right now and is making up for the harm she's already done. It's far kinder than most parents would do." Jax didn't respond, he knew you were right.

"I don't know how much Sam has told you about our childhood but our father was...is an alcoholic. It got a lot worse after our mother died, he would get violent until Sam got bigger than him. When I was sixteen I emancipated and took Sam with me, we haven't spoken to him since. He's been in and out of jail on DUIs. Last time I checked he was back in treatment." Jax had no idea, Sam said your father was a drinker but he had no idea it was that bad.

"If he loved us, he would have dropped us off at our grandparents and left us there. Wendy has done the right thing Jax, and in a few years when she's got her life on track you can talk to her about being in Abel's life, if that what he wants."

****

"Are you working on the bones that were found off the highway?"

Jax sounded worried, "no, I've got enough shit to deal with. Plus, it's not an established cold case or a fresh body, no one has the grounds to make me do it."

Jax breathed out a sigh of relief, at least Clay wouldn't make you do anything to help the Club "well that's good news for us, we really don't want Hale to know who those bodies are."

****

You were waiting in the NICU for Jax, you had managed to convince the doctors to let him hold Abel a little earlier than they normally would. You didn't know how long you waited, gently refusing each time a new nurse asked if you wanted to hold him, but then Abel started to cry and no one was there.

You lasted maybe a minute before you were picking him up, he looked up at you with those crystal blue eyes, full of potential and promise and you couldn't find it in yourself to put him down just yet.

But then Jax was walking in, he stopped still at the sight.

"I'm so sorry Jax, I was going to wait but then he started crying and I couldn't stop myself, please forgive me." You looked so worried but all Jax could do was laugh.

"It's ok Darlin, I would have done the same thing." He sat down on the chair and you softly handed him his son, he saw the expression on your face as you looked down at both of them. He never felt so frightened and so safe all at once like he felt now.

****

"Hey y/n, I can talk to you." Sam sounded worried.

"Sure bud, what's up?" He sat down next to you and put a hand in yours.

"The Club needs cash, shit's really going to hell and if we pay the Irish, we're fucked.

You took a deep breath, "how much do you need?"

****

The Club were hosting a small party and the Clubhouse, with the Irish paid off and ATF on the back foot, their worries were alleviated at least for a little bit. Jax was sitting next to you nursing a beer laughing at your story of all the cops and interns who passed out at their first autopsy.

"I kid you not Jax, this guy was so tough and the moment the body started to ooze, he was done. I've never seen someone hit the deck so fast. The next time I saw him, he tried to give me a speeding ticket while I was travelling under lights and sirens to a crime scene." He could imagine you standing over this ass with a smug look on your face while he came to.

"You're a bit of a sadist, did you know that?"

You laughed and squinted your eyes with mischief, "You should see me throw a flogger." Jax felt the blood in his body rush elsewhere.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about the other day, with Abel. I just wanted you to know that if you need someone to be there for him until you find him a mum, I'm your guy, I can operate with no sleep and I happen to be great with kids." Jax was floored

I'm your guy

"You really mean that?"

You nodded emphatically, "yep, I'm here for whatever you need, all you need to do is ask."

****

You were out getting gas when it happened, "get in the car bitch." There was a gun pressed to your back and you see the Mayan's reflection in the car window.

"You don't want to do this friend, you walk away now and nothing is going to happen to you." He pressed the gun harder to your back, you reacted within a second and he was keeled over trying to recover from the blow to his liver. You had his own gun pointed at him, "now you get in the car, we're going to see your boss."

The drive to the Mayan Clubhouse was tense, the man learnt very quickly that it was comply or die and he wasn't willing to die just yet.

"Get out now, you move even a little and I wrap you around a bullet." You went to your trunk to pull something out.

A grenade.

He watched you pull the pin and stand there for two seconds before pressing the plunger, "it's primed, the moment I lift my hand it goes off. We're going to walk in there and you're going to get me an audience with Mr Alvarez or I'm going to blow you and your Clubhouse to kingdom come, do you understand?" It took him effort not to piss himself.

There was silence once you walked in, it was like a dark cloud arrived over the room, "Mr Alvarez if you'd like to keep everyone in this room alive, I would like to discuss some things with you." He looked you up and down and then landed on the grenade in your hand.

"Come into the back Miss, we can talk about whatever you want."

You went in the back and sat down, Alvarez was stiff and worried.

"This is how it's going to go Mr Alvarez, can I call you Marcus?" he nodded.

"Well Marcus, you and your Club are becoming a threat to the people I love and care about and that can't go on. Now you have two options: option one is that I killed you and all the men in this building then send your heads to your loved ones. Option two is that you come with me now and you talk this out with Clay."

There was no air in the room, he felt like the icy hand of death was laying on his shoulder.

"Do I need to shoot someone to get my point across, I have a grenade that's one second off detonation, if you don't think I'll blow us all to hell to keep my family safe, you would be fatally wrong." He stood up, too terrified that you would turn him into stone to meet your eyes.

"Fabulous, let's head to the car." You walked behind him, he left like he was walking to his own death.

As you drove to the SAMCO Clubhouse you spoke to him, for some reason he was starting to like you.

"I shouldn't be telling you this but the only reason things are the way they are is that Clay won't see reason, most of the guys want this war to end. I think your alliance with Darby is foul, Nazis are the enemy of the United States, working with the enemy makes you a traitor and the only suitable way to handle a traitor is death." If you weren't going the right way he would have thought you were driving him to his death.

"We're here now, you're going to get out and let me do the talking. Once it's all sorted, you can go back and deal with your Club, but no matter what, there will be a peace reached tonight, do you understand me? Oh and by the way, the grenade is a paper weight." He didn't even notice you had put it down.

He climbed out of your car slowly, being mindful that he was being walked into the lion's den.

"Is that?!" Bobby and Tig looked at each other then to you.

"I need to see Clay please, there are issues to be dealt with." It took them a while to get moving.

Clay stood up in shock when he saw you.

"Hello everyone, about ninety minutes ago, one of Mr Alvarez's men tried to kidnap me. Of course, he was a fool and didn't do his homework so I got the upper hand. I could have killed everyone in that Clubhouse but I didn't, so now Mr Alvarez is indebted to me. He's going to pay that back by making nice, or he's going to die." You gave him a shove towards Clay and they went into the chapel.

No one said anything, they all just looked at you, "are you just going to stand there with your wangs in the wind. I'm sure you can find something to do that isn't staring at me.

A little while later, they came out, "call church, bring everyone. We have things to discuss."

Jax was stewing in the corner, how could you be so stupid.

"What the hell was that!?" You turned to him, shocked and a little angry.

"What was that, Teller? I think I was doing something all of you seemed incapable of doing. Don't fucking start on me about messing in Club business, people were going to die if something wasn't done and I'm not going to sit around and watch it." He was standing up to his full height and walking over to you.

"You could have been killed, or worse. That was so fucking irresponsible.

You threw your hands up, "any more irresponsible than anything else you've done? Unlike you, I know what I'm doing." Jax was getting really angry now.

"Really and what is it that you're doing. We've known each other less than a year and you've already offered to mother my child, you're always getting involved in everything and you just gave $40,000 to us for criminal activity." You shot a look at Sam, he wasn't supposed to say anything.

"I can't be a good person, I'm not allowed to care about the people in my life, it that what you're saying?" Jax slammed his beer down.

"You've got to be working some kind of angle. You somehow always know shit that we're not allowed to ask about, you say you're a doctor and yet you kill like an assassin and you can somehow knew all about us before we even knew your name. Why are you doing this?" You couldn't stand it anymore, it felt like you were choking.

"Because I love you, you insufferable man."

Part 17

The writing machine is fueled by feedback. I'm going to be very busy over the next few days, I'm evil, I know. But I might get something out tomorrow, it just depends.

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Hi! I hope you're doing okay. So I just had a thot. And idk what to do with it. So Imma just put it here cause your blog is my new favourite. I'm not even joking. I literally devoured everything related to Tokyo Rev on your blog. So here's my theory. Do correct me if you think I'm wrong Sensei!

Bouten husbands and where they liked to be kissed the most/ or is their weakness. (Ps: it's just my opinion. I mean no offense to anyone.)

Mikey~ Kiss him on his shoulders and he'll cry. Cause he's been bearing all the burden of his dark and decaying world for so long that he doesn't even know that he needs to take a minute for himself and rely on others around him. Especially since most ppl around him are willing to give their life and limbs for Mikey. He just can't seem to keep that in mind. So you've taken it upon yourself to remind him frm time to time. Just a little peck on his strong and broad-ish shoulders to remind him that he's not alone. That if nothing, he has you. He always will.

Rindou~ Something about being kissed on his cheeks, especially by his lover, does things to him. Like his cardiovascular muscles do a little somersault in his chest or something. Because yes, it doesn't matter if he's one of the big, scary and irreplaceable executive of Bouten, he still has an unconscious inferiority complex. Sometimes it just skips his mind that despite everything, he too deserves the world. And every once in a while you need to remind him about it. That he doesn't have to be flashy and snarky like his brother. He just needs to be himself and that he is undeniably worthy of love.

Ran~ Not many people are taller than him, you are no exception. So it makes sense that in order to kiss him you need to be on your tippy toes. And still you're only able to reach his neck. So yeah, just kiss him there. Right on his Adam's apple and he's a goner. It doesn't even have to be sexual. Ran is always the one to take charge. It's kind of in his nature and you happily oblige him. But every now and then, you also need to remind him to take a breather That he can just let go and get dotted over for a change. You're more than happy to take care of him, that he needs to be taken care off.

Koko~ This man not only, brings in the big dough for Bouten, but also beats up people while at it. To say that he's always overworked is an understatement. His hands are always doing something, illegal things most of the time. He knows he's no saint. That there's no coming back into the light. He's painfully aware. But once e intertwine your hands together and kiss him on top of his knuckles, he swears that it's his redemption. You're the only light in his dark and dangerous world.

Kaku-chan~ Please. Just kiss this man on his forehead. Please. He's literally out there, ready to give his life for the things he wants to protect. He's always doing that. Protecting the people that have gone astray, who have no more hope left. He's ready to die for them, if it means they'll keep going. So please, just once, just protect him instead. Protect him from the demons he skillfully hided in his head. Protect him from the nightmares that torment him every night. Just protect him for a change. He needs it more than he's willing to admit.

Sanzu~ Okay. Hear me out. He's deranged and he knows it. He knows he's won't bat an eye before painfully torturing someone to death. Heck he'll even do it with a smile plastered on his face. He knows that he's stained in blood almost all the time.(sometimes his own, most of the other times, not his own). He'll even relish it. He knows that he's been tainted with burden of death. He knows that he lives in the shadows. He's not sane. He's not good. He's bad. He's ugly. You can tell that these awful thoughts keep him awake at night. So when they do and he has this almost painful look on his face. Just pull him close and kiss him on his face, over and over. Kiss his scars, kiss his lips, kiss his nose, his eyes. Just don't stop until he's got your point across. That yes, it's true that he's despicable. But you still love him nonetheless.

Ps: Sorry that was too long and kinds got out of hand. But these are just my "thots". Thank you for hearing me out!~ Thot anon

hi i’m doing okay, thanks for asking n i hope you are too !! also aaah i’m glad to know my blog is your new fave, i hope you enjoy more of my future tokrev content 🥺 ALSO YES ITS HEADCANON TIME LETS GO LETS GO

mikey n shoulder kisses 🥺 i hc that mikey is stiff and rigid all the time without knowing. like you said, he has a lot on his mind and draken even said mikey had a heavy ass cross to bear, so imagine the weight and burdens he has to shoulder 🥺 so if you lean into him for a hug then kiss his shoulders, mikey deflates. to him, its like a reminder he doesn’t have to carry it all by himself all the time and poor bb forgets that often

cheek kisses for rindou 🥺 the idea of this big, bad executive infamous for breaking limbs but is actually a sucker for cheek kisses and turns into a soft lil bean when you cup his face and just smother him with love n affection? bless. rindou probably unknowingly exerts too much effort sometimes to prove something - may it be his strength, his power, or how he’s perfectly capable of fighting by himself - he’ll have that voice at the back of his head that he needs to do something. giving him cheek kisses grounds him and elicits butterflies in his stomach bcos he realizes that, “oh, i don’t have to try so hard. silly me...now more cheek kisses, please.”

ran and neck kisses !! ON THE FLOOR RN, TELL ME MORE. but yes omg i also hc that ran is such a giver and grown up to look for others the way he does for rindou, so in his head, he’s kind of drilled it into himself that he has to be the one in the lead - not necessarily in a mikey way - but in a “he needs to take charge and take his responsibilities seriously” kind of thing. like mikey, ran is probably often deep in thought as well despite his teasing mannerisms, that when you kiss his neck he can’t help but soften. he enjoys being doted on. loves to be the one on the receiving side. has the sweetest smile on his face when he gets a lil ticklish and he just feels like he’s on cloud nine <33

knuckle kisses for koko 😫 everything you said was on point !! his hands are probably so tired from fighting and counting bills all day, not to mention the amount of paperwork he has to do bcos who else will do them ?? no one knows the inner system of koko and how it works as well as koko does, and he wants to do his job right. he gets a little too absorbed in his work, however, that koko gets a little confused when you take his hands away from whatever he’s working on to leave little kisses at the pads of his knuckles, maybe even massaging his hands or playing with his fingers to help him relax a bit. and you know how koko is so good at what he does bcos its all he knows, but at the same he probably hates how he treads on this dark path ?? so when you kiss his knuckles, he feels relieved. like everything will be okay and second chances are real n something he’s worthy of

omg now this is my favorite - kakucho + foreahead kisses. forehead kisses are always so intimate and soothing in a sense. like come here so you can kiss him on the forehead, watch the way his eyes flutter close and a smile tugs at his lips when your lips trail down to his scar, all the while your hands are cupping his face with such tenderness he never really knew of. kakucho is so used to being the tough guy with his rough childhood that it almost feels surreal. surreal that he’s in bed, with you, safe and sound and you’re kissing his forehead so comfortingly he doesn’t have to worry about putting his walls down for a second. he feels safe. he feels at home. but most of all, he knows he’s not alone and he has you - his family

kissing sanzu’s scars 🥺 everything you said was beautiful n i can totally see it happening !! as much as we all know sanzu takes great pleasure and finds entertainment in what he does, it sinks down a little too late. when he’s not high, that’s when he feels the lows. when the blood on his hands are dried, that’s when he realizes it gets harder to wash them off until it stains deep all the way into his soul. then his scars. he sees his scars and remembers how he has to hide them at some point. he stays awake at night and oddly enough, silent and unmoving. and what better way to ease his worries than to pull him close and just to kiss his scars that he thinks are only one of the ways the darkness - the ugliness - of his soul shows through. keep him close and kiss his scars. sanzu may not always be in the right mind to understand your words, but the simple gesture of showing love and acceptance to a part of him that makes him a whole will engrave deep into his heart. leave him butterfly kisses. kiss him from everywhere to his eyes until they flutter close to sleep. kiss his nose adoringly until they scrunch so cutely. kiss his lips until its your taste that overwhelms him. and kiss his scars to remind him his imperfections are accepted and loved

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #thot anon #ANON I LOVED THESE THANK U FOR SHARING ME UR THOTS 😭#I loved them all especially the kaku n sanzu one 🥺#i swear you guys keep making me soft for sanzu LMAOOO #👔 ― bonten! husbands exclusives #long post #unedited

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keniaku · 2 years

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Sorry, I didn’t mean to overload you. I tend to ask more questions about Hakuji than Kokushibo & Doma because I feel like other people have deeper thoughts on Doma than I do & when it comes to Kokushibo, my impulse is to analyze his interactions with Yoriichi to microscopic detail. Like how the guy never repaired the flute he cut in two when he

slashed Yoriichi’s corpse in half! Even after 400 years! Did that reflect Kokushibo’s belief that he irreparably severed their brotherly bond? Or does it mean that Kokushibo believes he can’t rebuild himself as the caring brother he used to be? After all, Yoriichi said, “I think of this flute you gave me as you.”

that's ok! i just figured i should officially let people know so they won't be disappointed in my lack of replies to their rum hakuji asks. it's always a nice seeing your essays on kokushibo's character in my inbox! initially i wasn't a big fan of him since i couldn't understand just how he could be so petty, but after some insight from you and my friends i started to take interest in him.

it could be a mix of both, since in that moment kokushibo turned his back on everything for the sake of power. he might be keeping the flute for more reasons than sentiment, also as a reminder that there was no more turning back. so even just the thought of repairing the flute was so terrifying to him, because where else would he go? he chose this path, and he paid the price for it - his family, the demon slayer, and his twin that had loved him so much - he couldn’t afford to return to the path he once walked. so might as well double down and commit to this path of his own choosing. i doubt muzan helped much in that regard either.

Also, their last meeting took place during a red moon, also called a blood moon. Since the end of the Heian period, Japanese people have viewed the blood mean as a portent of disaster. This was the night that Yoriichi, the only person who could single-handedly defeat Muzan, died. Now here’s something interesting about blood moons: They only occur when the moon is full AND when there’s a lunar eclipse. Kokushibo practices Moon Breathing. On one hand, the full moon signifies how Kokushibo’s powers can reach their full potential with Muzan’s demon blood in his veins. On the other hand, the moon falling under the shadow of the Earth signifies how Kokushibo has lost himself to the dark side. (Japanese mythology also states that Amaterasu, the sun goddess, retreated into a cave during a blood moon, thus depriving the world of light until the other gods coaxed her out. Yet another reference to how Yoriichi, the supreme sun breather, seemingly left the world in which Muzan still lived without the light of hope).

the sun/moon symbolism between the twins are always so enticing. it really captures their relationship well: the moon could only ever reflect light from the sun with no light on its own, and kokushibo really took that bitterly into heart, trying so hard to be better than him, to be yoriichi, to the point of leaving everything behind.

you know how yoriichi type 0 was said to have six arms because two arms couldn’t replicate his original movement, while kokushibo himself has six eyes? both kokushibo and type 0 were just cheap imitation in that way. in the end, kokushibo could never see the world yoriichi did; not the transparent inner world, but rather the world and humanity yoriichi was in love with and tried so hard to protect.

despite his six eyes kokushibo was blinded in his pursuit of power to see what truly mattered, that it wasn’t always about skill or strength, but also people and the bond formed between them. he was always looking at the wrong things until it was too late. he tried so hard to become the sun to realize that the moon has its own place to belong too.

(Side note: What if Yoriichi & Michikatsu combined their Sun & Moon breathing to create a move called “Eclipse”? That would have been amazing!) Sorry for cramming so much into a single ask.

oooooh that’s an idea isn’t it!! i think eclipse breathing wouldn’t really be a breathing style on its own, but like sun breathing in that they’re both graceful enough to be taught in the form of a dance, and with moon breathing moves combined into the forms, similar to how the 13th move of sun breathing is all of the moves combined.

#anon #answers.txt #kny spoilers #this was such a fun ride to answer whew #wouldnt have realized how much significance that blood moon held thank u anon #the tsugikuni twins really tickle my brain

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liibrii · 3 years

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fem!Miya!reader x Ginjima Hitoshi & Akagi Michinari || part of the Third Miya series

Synopsis: It’s just a courage test. Just a nightly walk through a labyrinth of statues. Even the moon refuses to peek out from behind to clouds to witness your stupidity. Oh, did I mention there've been ghosts sighting here? There've been ghost sightings here.

Warnings: cursing, some spooky atmosphere, spooky things happen, some prime examples of sibling love

wc: 2.3k

a/n: should I post this chapter after the one establishing Reader's friendship with the team? Yeah, probably. also what I could do is write a little author's note that Reader is a friend with all the boys on the team and move on from there, ya know?

In case you missed previous chapters, Twins call their sister San, while others simply refer to her as Miya. (I'm experimenting and trying to use y/n as little as possible. lemme know if you like it).

if you wanna be tagged in future chapters lemme know and as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

Nothing scared you.

Well, except Mr-No-Gaps Kita Shinsuke but you're pretty sure there isn't a being on this planet that wouldn't be afraid of him so that disqualifies him from this particular competition; or mom that one time she discovered nobody had taken the trash out even though she said to do it several times. And the dark sometimes. And ghosts! Ghosts are spooky. You can't punch a ghost

But other than that nothing scared you.

This nightly walk though is making you reconsider the statement. Maybe the time has come for you to put 'dark' and 'weird noises whose origin you can't see' to the top of the list. Shivers run up your spine and you step faster, closer to Ginjima beside you. He gives you a questioning glance but luckily doesn't say anything. You hope he won't mention it later either. The only thing worse than your brothers finding out what a scaredy cat you're being right now is... Well, nothing would be worse than that.

The Gallery Tangle is what this place is called and you find the name strangely fitting. Stone statues, some crumbling and all overgrown with moss, stand lined by the path going in twists and turns. No matter where you turn cold unseeing eyes watch you. If you were the one choosing the name for this place it would be something along the lines of 'that corner nobody in their right mind would ever go close too'. Some people believe it used to be a cemetery but really it's just a meadow where someone left an unwanted statue once, and then another, and before you knew crowds of curious tourists and stupid teenagers visited the place all the time. Even the moon refuses to peek out from behind to clouds to witness your stupidity. Oh, did I mention there've been ghosts sighting here? There've been ghost sightings here.

So naturally it's the perfect place for a courage test. The only one at fault for this entire situation is Osamu for daring Akagi and Ginjima to go visit the site, and you for falling for his trap when he turned to you and, with that annoyingly sweet voice pretending he's a caring older brother who's just looking out for his little sister, said: “Thank the heaven yer too much of a baby to go out of the house after sunset.“

Yeah well, maybe you are and he knows it, and he also knows the easiest way to get you to do something is to tell you you don't have the guts. It's all a well tested trap you keep falling into. Walking amongst countless silent statues you want to ponder how the mice traps are always so obvious and yet the mice keep falling for them like dummies, but that would be a silly thought to have in the middle of the night and taking your current circumstances into consideration also incredibly hypocritical.

Nothing much scared you, except for Kita Shinsuke, but if you were given a chance to get help from one person right now you'd chose him. As much as the mere thought of him makes you straighten up and check if your clothes are on point you're sure ghosts and demons and other creatures of the night would rethink once or twice before coming closer to bother you. Not to be rude but he'd probably be a better ghost repellent than trembling Ginjima beside you who at the moment is being more of a ghost attractor. Can ghosts sense fear? Apparently even horses can smell fear so why would ghosts be any different? Maybe better for that question to go unanswered.

“Are ya sure we're goin' in the right direction?“ asks Gin.

“Maybe.“

“Akagi-san ya do know that's not the answer we wanna hear right now, right?“

“I'm yer senpai so I can't lie to ya,“ answers Akagi and you wish he wasn't your senpai so you could give him the well deserved kick in the shin. As Osamu would put it, getting a straight answer out of him was sometimes harder than eating udon noodles with only one chopstick. Your smart-ass replied with 'Just drink them', which was a funny response at the time, a justifiable enough reason for Osamu to slap your head, but in the end this solution didn't really apply to the libero. “We're takin' a little detour to avoid inhabitants of this place,“ Akagi says and if you didn't know him better you'd think his words were meant to reassure you.

“Ya mean the statues? I don't think they really mind us trespassin'.“

“Ah no, not the statues.“ He turns and points his torch up to light up his face. “I meant ghosts.“

“Ha ha, very funny,“ you say pretending a shiver didn't just run up your spine. Your hold on your own torch tightens.

“Skepticism doesn't suit ya Miya. There's a ghost of a little boy hidin' round here. Ever since his old house was demolished he walks around lookin' for his parents.“

“Sure he does,“ you answer and quickly change the topic because if Akagi doesn't stop you're sure Gin will climb in your arms and the question if you're strong enough to carry him is another one you don't want to know the answer to. “Where did Samu say he left the scarf?“

When Ginjima answers his voice is strangely high pitched: “By the statue of an old lady with a cat.“

Akagi nods. “We should split up so-“

“No!“ you and Ginjima half yell.

“We could get lost,“ you add, feeling heat rise on your cheeks.

“Exactly,“ Ginjima agrees, “look how many statues there are! It's a labyrinth 'round here!“

Akagi gives in without much convincing with a gleam in his eyes you really don't like because it looks suspiciously similar to the gleam Atsumu has before blackmailing you with one of too many embarrassing things he knows. “Right, right, last time I was here the cat lady was on the other end.“

“Was?“ Ginjima follows close behind and you're just glad to have you back covered.

“Statues move sometimes. Usually when no one is lookin'.“

“Funny,“ is all you say.

Still, as you continue the expedition you don't let your gaze wander around. It's not like you could see anything anyway. It's too dark! At least that's what you keep telling yourself. Anything could hide out there.

You shudder. Why did you think it was a good idea to leave without taking a hoodie? As if summer nights aren't chilly. Or maybe you just walked past a cold spot where ghosts linger. Now that sounds like something Akagi would tell you.

You're acutely aware of how close Ginjima is walking and you're glad he is. His shoulder bumping into yours every now and then and the sound of his steps are the last things keeping you from letting your imagination run free.

That's the thing about imagination. It makes the pile of unfolded clothes look like a child crawling out of the floor. It makes sitting stone statues seem to blink and turn their heads when you pass by.

When you nervously glance over at Ginjima you notice he's clenching his jaw so hard you start fearing for his teeth. He puts you at ease. As much as that is possible while walking in the dead of night around seemingly endless line of statues. If he was as carefree as Akagi you would, all your foolish pride be damned, most likely burst into tears right then and there.

The nearby bushes rustle and maybe it's just the wind, or a cat on a nightly adventure, or maybe it's something entirely different, but whatever it is lures you into making the mistake of looking over at the statues, where you catch a pale face with unblinking eyes behind long, black hair staring back at you. You scream. Jump, trip over a stone and end in Ginjima's arms, your ears ringing from the high pitched shriek you presume is his.

Akagi jumps too and points his torch around to see what made both of you finally lose the brave facade. He searches around the statues but there's nothing to be found. “It's gone now.“

“Ya sure?“

“What was it?“

“A white face and... black hair.“

“So, a ghost?“ asks Akagi and you nod, holding tightly on Gin as if your life depended on it. A sly smile spreads across Akagi's face. “See, I told ya there's ghosts.“

“Not helpin' ,“ says Gin as Akagi's words make you shudder.

Only then does it hit you Ginjima is holding you bridal style and you swiftly climb back down, still shaken and now completely embarrassed as well. You don't even dare think how much bribing will take to convince Akagi to keep his mouth shut about this. Oh, if your brothers find out they will never let you live it down.

“Maybe we should go home,“ suggests Ginjima still holding you up because your knees turned to pudding.

“Like hell we are,“ you sneer, the blood rush turning fear into burning determination. If this is what it takes to shut Samu's annoying shit mouth, then so be it. “Cat lady, right? I bet she's this way.“ You pick up your torch light and head into the wrong direction.

“Miya, we have to go right,“ Akagi calls after you.

“I am goin' right!“

“The other right.“

You turn on your heels and head into the 'other right' direction. You think you hear Akagi snicker. Step by step your sudden burst of determination and fearlessness drains but like hell are you going to show it. It's just ghosts and spooky demons and maybe some cursed children, what are they going to do? Scare you? Joke's on them, you're already scared! And cold, and embarrassed, and you just want to find that damn scarf already and go home.

It waits neatly wrapped around the cat's neck. It's eyes have an almost mocking look. As if the stone is judging you for taking on this courage test in the first place. Well, you think, it ain't wrong.

“There, now we can go,“ you proclaim when your trembling fingers finally manage to unknot the silky fabric, and as if some cruel fate or inhabitants of this eerie place watched you only a few statues away something rustles.

All three of you freeze and listen. In the distance you can hear cars driving by. A late night train stops by the station.

“What was that?“ asks Gin.

You stuff the scarf into your pocket. “Doesn't matter, we got what we-“

“Let's go check it out!“

“O hell no,“ is the first thing that leaves your mouth but for some reason Akagi thinks it's a sunny Sunday afternoon and the perfect time for a stroll.

“Let's go,“ Gin nudges you to get you to follow Akagi but you don't budge.

“No.“

“He's our senpai Miya, we can't just let him wander off.“ He lowers his voice. “He might get in trouble.“

“Let him. I've had enough of this place,“ you say and head into the opposite direction. Ginjima hesitates, casts a few lost glances between you and Akagi before he decides the prospect of something happening to you would get him into much bigger trouble. “Are ya okay?“ he asks when he catches up.

You give a stiff nod. All you want is to get away from this place.

It doesn't take long for Akagi to come running back. “It was nothin',“ he says, out of breath and smiling as always but if you'd pay more attention you'd notice he's a bit paler.

And you are about to find out why.

A white figure appears from behind one of the statues, howling and shrieking, or maybe that's Akagi and Ginjima. Your heart stops for a mere moment before jumping into overdrive. You grip your torch, step back with one leg to gain momentum, and chuck your only source of light into what you guess is ghosts head.

“Aargh!“ shrieks the ghost before it starts screaming its lungs out at you, “Are ya stupid?! Ya could've hurt me ya shithead!“ It pulls the sheet off to reveal a very irritated Atsumu rubbing his forehead where the torchlight hit him. “OW!“ he shrieks again when you kick his shin. You'd probably kick him again for good measure if another figure, this one clad in black and with an oni mask, didn't jump from behind the statues and scare you into leaping in the air. The figure laughs and avoids the kick aimed at it's knee. “Samu!“ you shriek. “This isn't funny!“

“It is a little,“ says Akagi and to his luck he's your senpai and standing out of your reach. At least Ginjima doesn't look amused by your utter embarrassment.

In an effort to regain some of your pride you pull out the scarf and chuck it into Osamu's face. “Here, yer kitchen cloth.“

“San don't speak about mom's clothes like that,“ teases Atsumu who at the stare you send him immediately takes a careful step back.

Osamu pinches your cheeks and not even a death glare stops his teasing: “Maybe ya ain't such a baby after all. But ya do scream like one.“

“Absolutely hilarious,“ you deadpan. “Who was the white faced lady? Suna?“

“What white face?“

“Don't play with me ya shit pig. The one that almost gave Gin a heart attack!“

“Ya screamed louder than me-“

“That wasn't us,“ your brothers shake their head. You don't believe them because, why would you?

Akagi bursts into laughter. “Maybe ya saw a real ghost after all!“

A... a real... ghost. The rest of you exchange uncomfortable glances.

Gin is the first to speak. “It's gettin' a little chilly. Maybe we should,“ he gestures towards the path, and you nod, enthusiastically.

“It is gettin' late. We'll hear it if we come home past curfew,“ says Osamu.

Walking away you don't want to look back but something compels you to throw a quick glance over your shoulder. Wide unblinking eyes stare as you leave, face ghostly white and almost glowing in the dead of night.

Or maybe it's just your imagination.

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Monsters Lurking In The Dark

Yesterday's happenings are making a lot of people talk to you today. They ask if you're alright, if you had to go to the hospital, why Billy ran like a lightning bolt to reach you... Some of them are actually being kind. Others, not so much. It feels like they're trying to get you to say something else, scavenging for a secret. Jason is the only one to actually get into a long conversation, making sure you're alright and giving you tips to avoid heat exhaustion again. But the others, mostly the girls, make awkward questions. You get that Billy's behavior is changing. Monica is often telling you about how some girls ask her if she knows what's going on between you and Billy. She never answers though, saying this isn't their business.

As you pace around the pool, a bottle of water on your hand since Billy is literally forcing you to drink water by the hour, you spot him chatting with some of his friends. Tommy and Carol are the only ones you can name, and you never got why you only hang out with your friends and not his. Billy has his eyes on the pools and the whistle between his lips. Tommy goes on about something, and suddenly, Billy lets the whistle fall, giving Tommy a weird stare. You giggle a little at his expression, crossing your arms.

“Look who's staring now,” Monica says in a provoking tone, stopping by your side. “But I totally get it. I'd be shamelessly staring too if I didn't have my sweetheart.”

“How's Christopher by the way?” She told you he had an accident in the garden, which got him a nasty cut on the leg.

“Complaining. But I'm enjoying taking care of him.” She smiles, and her eyes shine. Every passing day you're more convinced they're in love with each other. That you'll be attempting to their wedding one day. “What about you? You gotta be careful with the sun.”

“I am.” Raising your hand, you show her the bottle. “Billy is driving me insane. I swear I can't drink any more water today.”

“Can you blame him? I thought he'd have a heart attack yesterday.” He tilts her head to where he is, across the pools. His eyes meet yours and he winks. “Poor guy, he has it bad for you.”

Giggling, you look down because you're surely blushing. “Oh, tell me something. Some people came to talk to me, you know. Asking if I was alright. But some of them made some very awkward questions.”

“Yeah, that's because they think you're pregnant.”

Your eyes go wide, and you gasp, feeling your whole body numb for a moment. “What the hell,” you exclaim, a little too loud. Looking around, you notice some eyes on you. “Holy shit, Monica. Tell me you're joking.”

“Small town, (Y/N), people talk.” She puts a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, half the women here went through something like that. They'll let go in a few weeks.”

“Do you think Billy knows?” You lift your eyes to look for him, but you only find his friends.

“Probably. But look, don't worry about it. You're the new girl who managed to hook Billy Hargrove, the town's bad boy. People will talk, but don't let it ruin what you have with him.”

“No, of course not.” As much as it bugs you, it doesn't change anything. “You know I'm falling for him, right?” You burst out, feeling the sudden need to let it out your chest. “Completely.”

“I'm noticing. You–”

She's cut short when you're pulled into something. Someone. You roll your eyes because you know who it is. Billy pulls you against his chest, his lips on your ear. “Do you know what they're saying about yesterday's episode?” He whispers, a hand coming to caress your belly.

Great. Now this will certainly make people forget this story. “Yeah. They think I'm carrying a tiny Billy.” You mutter, waving at Monica as she walks away with a smirk on her lips. “Was that what Tommy told you? You made a funny face.”

“Yes, but he said it in a way that almost had me breaking his ugly nose.” He keeps you close, despite the public. And honestly, you don't mind. A few days ago you'd push him away, but now... They'll speak anyway, so it doesn't matter.

“Hey, why don't we never hang out with your friends?” You take the chance to ask. “You don't want them to see you with me?” It's impossible not to follow this train of thought, and it does sound stupid judging by the way he's holding you right now, for everyone to see.

“Of course not. It just that I know the kind of assholes they are and I'm sure you won't like them.”

“But it's weird. I don't want you to think I'm forcing you to only hang out with my party.”

He takes a deep breath, and you feel his chest moving. That reminds you he's shirtless... “I'll introduce you to them... In the funfair tomorrow.”

“Oh my God, the funfair!” You exclaim. People have been talking about it for a few days, but you totally forgot. “I've never been to anything like that.”

“You're gonna love it.”

“You two. Back to your chairs.” The manager shouts from somewhere behind you, and you both roll your eyes at the same time.

“Talk to you later,” you tell him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Remember to–”

“Yeah, yeah. Water, stay in the shadow. If I feel dizzy I'll shout for my knight in shining armor.” Walking backwards, you smirk at him. “Eyes on the pool, Hargrove,” you warn him, turning around and making your way back to the chair.

You're glad you're feeling good, no sign of anything you felt yesterday. And it isn't as hot as it was, so that's a bonus. You're peacefully watching the kids, yelling at some, threatening some teenagers to ban them for life, just the normal stuff. Through the corner of your eye, you notice Billy gesturing. When you look at him, he shows you his bottle.

Shaking your head no, you try to ignore him. But you are a little thirsty, so you sigh before jumping to the ground. On your way to the cafeteria, you stop by his chair. “Want some?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Don't act like you can't be beaten by heat exhaustion too, Hargrove. I'm bringing you some cold water.” Punching his leg playfully, you go to the cafeteria.

You're a little startled to find James in there, seated on the table next to the wall, both hands on his head. As you silently open the fridge, you wonder if you should just leave him alone. You never really spoke, and since he switched his schedule with Billy, you have seen less of him. Today should be his day off if you're not mistaken.

“Hey, James,” you say in a soft voice, standing by the fridge as you take one of the bottles Billy has for you. “You ok?”

“Huh?” He looks up abruptly, suddenly aware he's not alone. “Hey.”

You were going to leave, but he seems scared... Red eyes as if he didn't get any sleep. “Is something wrong?” You sit before him, placing the bottle on the table. “You look... sad.”

“Oh, it's just... Nothing, really. It's stupid.” He's mumbling under his breath, a line of sweat on his forehead.

“Whatever it is it's not stupid. Who told you it was?”

“My parents, my brother.” He breathes out, his eyes suddenly meeting yours. “You're new here, right? Did you move from a big city?”

“New York. Why?”

“I'm from Washinton. Have you ever crossed paths with something in the woods? Some... Some kind of animal? And when you told someone they just said it was because you're some big city kid who's not used to live so near the forest and because of that you're easily impressed by anything weird you see?” James speaks fast, so fast it's hard to keep up.

“Actually yes.” You nod, keeping your voice low and soft in an attempt to calm him down. You never saw anyone so scared. “A few weeks ago I saw something, but I didn't get a good look at it. Don't know what it was.”

“I don't know what species of-of... Things they have here, but what I saw... I couldn't sleep. I thought about telling the chief of police but everyone keeps saying I'm crazy.”

“What did you see, James?”

He puts his hands on his head again, looking at the table. “It... It was the size of a dog. And I thought it was a stray dog so I stopped the car and followed it.” His voice cracks, so you get up, moving to sit on the chair beside him, touching his arm. “It was so damn dark and I had no flashlight. It was near a tree, eating something. I started calling it, trying to show it I was just trying to help but then... It-It turned at me and... Shit, the damn thing had no face. It was blank. Sticky... no fur, no eyes, nothing.” He moves suddenly, holding both your shoulders roughly. You gasp at the sudden change, looking at him, tears threatening to roll down from his eyes. “I ran like hell. I told my parents the moment I got home but they said it was something in the woods playing tricks on me but I know what I saw. The damn thing had no face, I swear–”

“Let go of her right now.” Billy's thunder voice makes James jump up, making his chair fall backwards. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Billy, it's alright.” Quickly, you stand up and walk over him.

“I'm sorry, I just...” James tries to speak, hands raised in defeat. It looks like he didn't know what he was doing. “Sorry, (Y/N).”

He walks around the table, eyes on the floor. Billy gives a step towards him, but you hold him back, both hands on his chest. “Billy, no. Listen...” You whisper to him, your eyes meeting his when James finally leaves the cafeteria. “He wasn't trying to hurt me or anything, he was just scared.”

“Scared of what?” He looks down at you, his hands softly rubbing the skin of your shoulders. “It'll leave bruises. What the hell did he think he was doing?”

As much as you melt a little to feel his touch after the sting from James' grip, you have this feeling in your stomach. You can't seem to shake it away, and the more you think, the worse it gets. “Billy... Remember when I told you I saw something in the woods?” He nods, confused. “James saw it too... Same description. He... He said it had no face, and I... I think that's exactly what I saw.”

His expression changes, and you can't read his face. Taking a deep breath, he sits on the table, pulling you to sit beside him. “James came here a few months ago. From a big city too, so it's normal to be scared when–”

“He was desperate because that's exactly what people are telling him.” You cut him off, running a hand through your hair. “Billy, he wasn't scared. He was terrified.” Your voice gets lower, as your mind floats back to what you saw. Naked skin, as if it was green, covered in some disgusting thing... “I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to God his description matched what I saw that day.” It suddenly comes to your mind... There was a lab here. A lab and a bunch of weird stories about it. “Hawkins National Lab!” You exclaim, jumping to your feet. “What if they made an experiment with some kind of animal and now it's free in the woods?”

“Hawkins Lab was closed years ago.”

“I know but–” Billy takes your hand, pulling you close. He holds you by the hips, raising his head to meet your eyes from his seated position.

“Princess, listen. It's true there was a lab, and it's also true that the darkness and these woods play tricks on people who aren't used to them.” He speaks slow, eyes never leaving yours. “It may be something but it could also be a big misunderstanding. If it happens again, if you or anyone else sees anything like that, we'll tell the cops and let them deal with it.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to let his calming tone relax you. “Alright...” Nodding, you take a look at your shoulders, spotting the purple marks of where James fingers dig into your skin. “The guy was really out of his mind,” you mutter.

“Yeah...” Billy stands up, placing a kiss on both your shoulders before straighten up, his index finger on your chin. “Let's go back there before Anthony notices we're gone again.”

Nodding, you follow him back outside.

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You wish you knew how to draw. If you did, you'd make a scratch of the animal you saw, and another one of what James described, just to see if they would really match.

You're staring at the ceiling, on your unusually empty bed. Having Billy here was amazing. Beyond amazing. Having his strong arms around you, and waking up next to him on the morning was pure bliss. You never thought such a feeling existed. It felt like home, like life was nothing but a long road leading you to that very moment. To his embrace, so warm and calming.

You chose to think about that instead of the unclassified animal. That brings a shiver down your spine, different from the shivers Billy causes. The last ones are made of nervousness, excitement... All those silly things. Tossing around, you sit up, your feet on the cold floor. Your eyes fall on the necklace, that you always keep on the nightstand. Billy kept his promise, and he wears his piece every day. You have to tell him he doesn't have to, not anymore. He already made his point, and you know he has other earrings to use.

Smiling to yourself, you pick the necklace up, fingers caressing the metal. You need to tell Billy what you feel. Openly. You do have something going on, but it's still unnamed. And there's no reason to remain that way. If he wants you, if he truly wants to keep you... He has to know you want him too. That you want to be with him, and screw the rest of the world. Screw the past, the gossip, whatever people of Hawkins think. This is about both of you, nobody else. It's useless to keep pretending Billy Hargrove doesn't own your heart. This torture can't continue, there's no reason to.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the phone's loud ring. You're about to answer when you hear your aunt's footsteps downstairs. It's probably Robert, she was saying something about him calling her today. As she picks up, you put the necklace down and walk over the window, feeling the fresh summer breeze tickling your skin.

“(Y/N)!” Diane shouts, and her urgent tone startles you. “(Y/N)! Pick up the phone!” Her rapid footsteps bring her to your bedroom, a worried expression on her face. “Pick up now. It's Max, she's crying. I don't know–”

The mention of Billy's sister has you moving, picking up the light pink phone you have on the nightstand. “Max?” You breathe out, eyes focused on Diane as she breathes fast.

“(Y/N)..!” Her voice is weak, like a low scream. You hear voices behind her, and you immediately recognize Billy's. But there's someone else, a man's voice. “(Y/N), please, you need to–” She's cut short by something breaking. “It's Neil. He's here, please–”

“Hang up the damn–” Then it's over.

For a moment, a second, you just stand there, frozen, looking at Diane. But on the next one, you're moving, your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest.

“Honey, what is it?” Diane follows as you rush downstairs, grabbing nothing but the car keys.

“Billy's father. I gotta go.” It's everything you manage to say before storming outside.

A/N: Things are about to get chaotic...

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Masterlist

Chapter 1: The company

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins

I pulled the rope, fastening my bag to one of the ponies. I didn't speak to anyone the next morning, besides no one was going to try to talk to me anyway. The company would only speak to their kin, and as I passed by heading to the front of the line I was given dirty looks. Except for Kili, he smiled and waved but his brother shoved his arm down, scolding him for even looking my way. I sighed and walked past some more dwarves, and each scowl gave me a funny feeling in my heart. I couldn't understand what it was, but it hurt deeply, like knives to my soul.

"Y/n." Gandalf greeted me with a smile, letting me pass by. "Once we're out of the shire, you will scout ahead and report anything back to us." He leaned down slightly, so I could only hear. "We're also making a bet on if Bilbo is coming, wish to participate?" I looked towards the rest, they all seemed to be having fun. The talk of the Hobbit showing up again brought them entertainment.

"No, we're heading into a dark path Gandalf. If I were to partake in their silly affairs I'd only ruin the fun." He groaned, standing up straight to get on his horse.

"You know, it won't hurt to have a little bit of fun. You'll be riding with Thorin, for now, being in the front will give you the advantage to take in your surroundings." He was right, in the front of the line I would be able to listen to the woods, there was something dark out there. Something will be following us, I don't know what, but whatever it is it's not good.

"Are you sure he's alright with the idea of me riding with him?" He grimaced at the question, I should have figured Thorin wasn't going to accept it.

"He's not happy, just don't antagonize him and you'll be alright." My very presence puts him on edge, speaking of the devil he came up behind me with those blue orbs piercing into mine. He didn't say a word to me, he just climbed onto his pony looking ahead. Hesitantly I go to climb on but his hand stretched out, he was waiting for me to take it.

"Hurry up we don't have all day." He growled, quickly I pulled myself on and sat in front of him. I gasped at his warmth, it felt nice with his chest against my back. "Lead." His gruff voice made me shiver, I kicked the pony lightly and she went off. We made our way down the path, passing multiple Hobbits that were nearby. One was a child, a small girl about half the size of me. She waved with a wide grin, I couldn't help but wave back eagerly. It's been a while since I've seen children, my kind barely has any men around. The cold blast killed most of our soldiers who were men, so not a lot of children are born these days. Let's just hope those reports will save my people, and we can have a fresh start with alliances. "So, does all of your kind have wings like yours?" His question surprised me, he wanted to know more about my kin? Why? Was he planning for war?

"Why do you want to know? Are you planning to kill us all already?"

"I am just curious about your race, I haven't heard much about it. From the tales my grandfather and father told me, most don't have wings unless they're born with it."

"Hm." I knew all about their race, and the fact that he wanted to know more about mine intrigued me. "Some have wings, it depends on if you have a certain gene in your blood."

"How big is your homeland?"

"It was huge, bigger than the city of Erebor. Yet where we live now, is small considering your kind took our home." I snarled, he took a deep breath, probably to calm himself. His hands then gripped my cloak, and he pulled me against his chest roughly.

"I suggest you don't annoy me, for I won't be responsible for what happens to you on this trip." He was threatening me, I bet if we were attacked he'd leave me for dead.

"And I suggest you let go of me, I won't kill you but I think you'll be fine with a few fingers missing." I turned my head to face him, he was extremely close, our noses almost touching. Reluctantly he leaned back slightly, releasing me from his hold.

"I can't wait to reclaim my homeland, then I'll have you out of my sight. I won't have to deal with your kind anymore, your murderers. I don't know what Gandalf was thinking."

"He was thinking, that your weak, too weak to take down a dragon. If you want me to help you, I recommend you be friendly for I can easily leave you behind. I'll find a way into that mountain myself, so watch your words Thorin Oakenshield." He went to protest but was interrupted by shouting, it was Bilbo running from the entrance of the shire. We were in the middle of the woods now, I pull on the reigns to stop from going any further. Bilbo ran towards us, waving the contract in his hand, panting heavily.

"I signed it." He exclaims, panting heavily as he handed the contract to Balin. Balin pulls out a monocle to check the paper. It looked like Bilbo had brought everything from home with him.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Balin smiles, and surprisingly it didn't disappear when his eyes met mine. The warm smile made me happy, didn't he hear the rumors people had spread about my kind? Why was he so nice to me?

"Give him a pony," Thorin ordered, nudging me to keep going which I obey.

"No, no, no, no. That-That won’t be necessary. Thank you. I’m sure I can keep up on foot. Yeah, I’ve done my fair share of walking holidays, you know? Even got as far as Frog Morton once." Bilbo refuses, but they didn't listen to his cries. Suddenly two of the dwarves grab hold of his arms, pick him up, and placed him directly on Minty. As we all rode along in the woods, I could hear the dwarves talking to each other.

"Come on, Nori! Pay up!" Oin demanded, the sound of coins clinking together reached my ears.

"The rest of the dwarves took gambles on if Mr. Baggins would show," Thorin explained, however, I already knew this due to Gandalf.

"What about you Thorin? Did you participate?" I said looking at him, he shook his head laughing slightly.

"I don't participate in silly affairs, though if I did I would've guessed he wouldn't have come." I can see how that's true, sometimes people just don't want to leave home. They'd rather stay in their safe comfy beds, and I was one of them. "You seem deep in thought." My cheeks turned red as I realized I had been staring at him the entire time.

"I'm alright." Clearing my throat awkwardly only to hear Bilbo shouting about something else.

"Uh-wait, wait. Stop! Stop! We have to turn around." Thorin groaned and I slowed the pony down, waiting to hear Bilbo's excuse.

"What on earth is the matter?" Gandalf wondered, he was riding a larger horse than the rest of us.

"I forgot my handkerchief." We can't just stop and go back because of some handkerchief, it would only be a waste of time.

"Here! Use this." Bofur rips off a bit of cloth from his robe and throws it to Bilbo, who looks at it with disgust.

"Move on!" Thorin announces, and I continue down the path of our journey. Later that night, we stopped by the entrance of a small cave. I slept close to the edge of the entrance, my wings keeping me warm and hidden from the others. That's when I heard shuffling behind me, it was Thorin setting down his sleeping bag.

"Did you miss me already?" I joked, making him roll his eyes annoyed.

"One of us has to watch you, you might try and kill us in our sleep." I just turned back around, curling back up into a small ball. It was colder outside than I expected, I should've brought warmer clothes. I shivered as a gust of wind blew our way, it took a while for me to fall asleep. The cold wasn't helping me at all, but I finally managed to sleep into unconsciousness. That is until I woke up to howls, not just any normal howls, wargs. I sat up, searching the area, getting ready to strike if I had to. The orcs were far off into the distance but I saw them, I could feel the evilness radiating off of them.

"You think that’s funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?" Thorin yelled making me turn to him, he stood up abruptly, his fur coat missing. That's when I realized it was on me, he had laid his coat on me to keep me warm but why? What was his reason for being kind to me?

"We didn’t mean anything by it," Kili stated, looking down at the ground in shame.

"No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world." Thorin angrily walks off, I had an urge to go try and cheer him up. He did give me his coat, after all, I could at least do something nice. Slowly I made my way over to him, he hadn't sensed my presence yet.

"Thorin?" I called letting out a small yawn. He didn't face me, instead, he kept his gaze pit on the horizon.

"Go away." He ordered but I refused to listen, my feet made their way next to him. He scowled at me, but said nothing else, he only just crossed his arms. His hand caught my attention, it was bigger than most, his fingers were twice the size of mine. Without thinking I tugged on it, making his eyes avert to me. I placed my hand against him, comparing the sizes. "Y/n?" He mutters, wondering what I was up to.

"Your hands, they're so much bigger than mine. For such tiny men, you certainly have large fingers, it's fascinating." I looked up at him, his eyes widened at my comment. "You know as a child I used to wonder what the tiny men of our world looked like, I tried to learn everything about dwarves that I could. My kingdom's library had multiple books about your culture, I have to admit it was interesting to learn about your courting styles."

"You know of our courting ritual?"

"Of course, I know everything about each race. I was a very strange child at that age, yet one question remained unanswered. Why do dwarves keep their hair long?" He smiled at my curiosity, those deep blue ocean eyes stared at me in adoration. Though those furious eyes returned, and he angrily pulled his hand away.

"You shouldn't be asking questions about courting, it's not as if anyone would marry your kind anyway." He lifted his hand, glaring at it in disgust. "Now I have to wash away the filth you have spread upon me." My heart broke a little as if a piece had shred from the flesh. As he stormed off I wondered what ran through his mind, he was the sweet innocent man a few seconds ago. What made him irritated with me? Thorin went back to the place we had been sleeping, and he grabbed his cloak moving to the other side of the camp. Each dwarf turned their head my way, and only three of them grinned at me.

"I'll keep watch," I spoke as I returned to my make-shift bed. It would be better if I stayed away from the others, at least that's not what Kili thought. Cause a few seconds later he plopped down right next to me. "What are you doing? Won't the others scold you for sitting next to me?"

"Who cares, they can argue all they want. No one should be alone, I'll keep watch with you." My heart swelled at his kindness, why was he being so nice to me? Did he believe me than those foolish rumors the others had heard? He frowned slightly, he was serious now. "Are you ok Y/n?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I've dealt with stubborn dwarves before believe me. Their rudeness hardly bothers me anymore." I lied, staring down at my hands. How could this world think such cruel thoughts about my kind, why did Thror have to lie about us? Kili placed his hand on mine to try and calm me, and lightly he caressed it with his thumb.

"You know not all of us hate you, me, Balin, and my brother Fili we know the truth. I told my brother what you told me, and he sort of believes it. You don't seem like the angry ravaging digonisks we've heard about, and besides the reports in those mountains is evidence that your kin is innocent. Speaking of Balin however, he wanted me to tell you that when you get a chance he wishes to speak with you." I glanced over the white-haired dwarf who gave me a small smile. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about? Maybe his politeness was just a ruse to kill me in secret, what if Kili is doing the same? Ever since I've joined the company I haven't thought of the consequences, I treat them as if they're normal men. I have to be more careful if I am to get to the mountain. "You know you should probably get some sleep, we'll need those wings again."

"No, they're orcs not far, they're watching us. I need to be awake just in case they decide to come our way. I appreciate the gesture, sleep Kili, you and your kin are the most important people here after all." He opened his mouth to protest, but kept quiet and snuggled up in his bed. I kept my eyes on the frontier, watching as the orcs scattered away but I knew they would be back, they always come back.

~♪♠♪~

The harsh wind blasted against me, the building fell apart from the ice that covered the bricks. Shouts were heard from all over, but the only I could focus on was my mother's. My legs hurt bad, but her condition was worse, there was an ice shard in her side. It no longer looked like liquid water, instead, it was nothing but a melting ice block of blood.

"Mommy!" I reached out for her, my hand reaching out to try and save her from the man that stood close. His sword was raised ready to strike, and that's when I saw his face. Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of our company.

"Die filth!" His sword came crashing down hard, and as it decapitated her head I shot up. My chest beating fast, it was just a dream, just a dream. Most dwarves were asleep, the only one awake was Kili who was taking over my shift. I had fallen asleep, how could have been so stupid? He could've hurt me, or worse slaughtered me like the rest of my family. My body trembled as he came close to me, worry showing in his brown eyes.

"Kili stay back!" I warned, he raised his hands as a symbol of peace.

"I won't hurt you, I promise...are you alright?" I was shaking violently, and it wasn't because of the wind that blew our way. "Are you cold? Here." He sheds his cloak going to hand it to me but I shake my head.

"N-Nightmare." That was all I managed to get out, he dropped the piece of clothing on the floor and slowly made his way over showing that he had no weapons. When he was close enough he wrapped his arms around me, making me gasp. I didn't hug back, for I was waiting for any sign that this wasn't a nice gesture. It didn't come, he just pulled me closer, and I have to admit the hug was very helpful. I listened to his breathing, and eventually, it helped my heart stop beating at a rapid speed. He smelled of sweat and pine wood, surprisingly it was a soothing smell.

"Want to talk about it?" He whispered, pulling back to look at me as his thumb rubbed softly against my skin as a way to calm me down.

"No, it was just a silly dream. It's not as if you would care anyhow."

"I do care, and just in case another agonizing fantasy comes across your mind I'll sit right here. So if you do have another nightmare I'll be here to help." He gently pulled me into his side, which I hesitantly accepted, and soon I went senseless, succumbing to the darkness.

For the next few days when I wasn't flying above them to keep watch, I rode with Thorin. The more we rode together, the more he didn't mind it. Soon it was like second nature to him, and every morning when it was time to leave he would hold out his hand to help me on the pony. Although he was extra grumpy today as we continued our journey in the woods while riding in the torrential rain.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can’t you do something about this deluge?" Dori begged, but to no avail, nothing could be done. Well at least for them, considering I was a dragon slayer and immune to fire. One of my abilities was magic, and that magic included creating ablaze. I felt Thorin shiver from behind me, and I felt bad. I never did thank him for letting me use his cloak the other night.

"Thorin take the reigns," I ordered, turning around on the horse, immediately he grabbed the reigns as I let go.

"What on earth do you think your doing woman?" He growled, his eyes piercing into my own. Resting a hand upon his chest, he blushed slightly at the contact I used just a little bit of my charms to summon some heat. "What curse are you putting on me? Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"It's not a curse, it's a spell to keep you warm you ass. Now hold still or I just might burn you." He growled and lifted his head to try and see in front of him, I wasn't that tall. After a few seconds of straining his neck to see, he eventually rested his chin on the top of my head lightly. "I'm not your headrest you know."

"Well, I can't see around your thick skull."

"It's not that big! I'm shorter than you!"

"Shorter, but your head is certainly wider. Are you sure you have a brain in there?" I burned him slightly, making him wince.

"Keep talking 'Oh great one' and see where it gets you. Your lucky I'm even giving you warmth, I could just keep it all to myself." I returned the heat to normal and leaned my head on his chest. His breathing went rigid for a second, then slowed down but his heartbeat sped up.

"...What other powers do you have?" He asked, moving closer to my hand to get warmer. I slipped it down to his side, making him jump. "Watch it."

"Other than fire, I have a vast amount of strength. I could rip a tree out of the ground, second I can fly at fast speeds while spreading my wings. Soldiers with wings are called our airborne army, they attack from above and can kill dragons a lot easier. Last but not least, only the royal line can take on the form of a dragon. At least we used to, The Power of The Black Dragon was lost long ago. It is passed down from generation to generation, but the Queen with the ability died along with it." My mother, just a year before my coronation to take on my birthright was gravely injured from the frozen blast caused by men. She passed away, I never got to tell her that I loved her. The last thing I ever said to her was 'I'm scared'. Though I will never forget her last words, 'don't take revenge.'

"How many more are there?"

"Once there were millions of us, and now because of people like you, there is only 1,000. I hope your happy, cause soon we'll be extinct."

"No, cause soon you'll get those reports. And you'll show the world the mistake we caused." He whispered, his comment made my heart swoon. Had he said what I thought he had confessed?

"Thank you." It was all I could say, I felt him smile as he wrapped his arms tightly around me. He was trying to keep me warm like I was doing to him, perhaps he's not like the monster from my dreams.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 32

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Summary: Stephen Strange being a grown-up. Reader being a grown-up. Kind of. Revenge plot starts now - don't be like the mercenary, don't threaten reader's family. Avengers being good.. bros? Good found family idk. More smut + plot coming soon.

The silence hung awkwardly over us. Stephen wasn't the one to wax poetics, usually, and I wasn't in the mood to do anything but curl up somewhere warm, chug a bottle of liquor and fall asleep. Sleep is like death without the committment and after my little outburst, I inwardly prayed and begged for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Instead, I was directed to sit and drink my tea by the sorcerer, who, by the way, was beginning to look like a kicked puppy.

It was starting to become unbearable. "I'm listening," I finally croaked out, shocked at how raspy my voice sounded. As if someone had forced me to choke on some nails - and I felt like it, too. My hands were shaking, all but spilling the hot tea onto them.

"Princess..." His mouth did the thing when he was worried, lips pursed, their corners upturned. "What we did was not... Right, you were drugged without your consent. I am sure Tony feels the same way."

My eyebrows rose, words bubbling up to the surface as I fought the urge to simply start calling Stephen some strong names. Had he been blind the whole time I flirted with him, had he not seen both me and Tony ogling him when we thought nobody could see? Every time I joked about the sexual tension between them - you know what they say, every joke has a little bit of truth in it.

Or maybe the sorcerer had used the incident as a convenient excuse for our little fuck-fest to be a one-time thing? I expected more, I won't lie, but I wouldn't put it above him. I knew all too well that some men tended to simply... Avoid.

I was angry, probably rightfully so, but it was not the time for me to comfort an adult man. My own life was going to shit, I had no mental energy to unburden his baseless guilt. It was selfish and it made me feel even more like shit, but it was as if someone had flipped a switch inside of me. I just didn't care about someone's heartbreak. I needed to solve another problem, a much bigger than a man that couldn't make up his mind.

I had to find that damn mercenary. It was the only real threat hanging over our heads; unlike any mission that I've seen the team go on before, they had thrown all the forces into catching the man that had gotten into their safe space, their home. That threatened to take what they thought as theirs. Long gone were the days of comfortable domesticity.

"Okay," I replied, nodding curtly. "I wanted it, if it helps any. I thought you were attractive the first day I saw you." I spoke bluntly, beginning to feel like myself more and more with each word that I spoke. "And again, no strings have to be attached. I'm sure Tony will understand it too, it's not his first rodeo."

Stephen's head shot up from where he was examining his clasped hands, to study me with furrowed brows. Cloaky moved where it was wrapped around me, attracting the sorcerer's attention - I, unfortunately, did not understand the Cloak's sign language and what it told Stephen remained a mystery to me. I was just delighted to be out of the cold and and wet clothes.

"I think you misunderstood me," Stephen eyed me with surprise. "I want more, but..." He trailed off, unsure. "I don't know. I'm surprised Banner hasn't gone green on me yet. I'm a doctor, I should have known..."

So, he was pulling a me and wallowing in pity. Is this really how pathetic I looked when I used to mope around the house earlier? No wonder my mother thinks I'm a baby. "Stephen, I'm really not in the mood to listen to bullshit. I wanted it, you wanted it, great, we can move on. Because with everything that has happened to me, I really have no energy to convince you I like you even while sober when you're sabotaging yourself." Sure, I might have ripped off the motivational speech from a self-help book my mother used to have laying around. My patience was wearing thinner with each second. "There, I said it. I like you, my boyfriends like you, you're welcome to the club if you decide to believe the fact that I am telling the truth." And if he wouldn't, well, I could get over it. I was planning to never act upon my feelings for both Tony and Bruce, it hadn't been as hard as I thought it would be. Especially with me being busy enough to just ignore the feelings.

At some point, I had grown attached to Stephen. Perhaps, if I and Tony hadn't decided to mess around with the sorcerer at the party, my feelings wouldn't have bloomed into anything more than physical attraction. Murphy's law had a particularly strong affinity on me, I noticed, because over and over I found myself falling head over heels for emotionally unavailable men. It worked out with Tony, which wasn't as surprising as one might expect, considering we're two halves of a whole idiot, but then Bruce also decided to pucker up - Stephen was bound to be the rock that I trip on.

Or not? Soft lips pressed against my forehead, beard hair softly tickling the tip of my nose. I was pressed against a solid chest, surrounded by warmth and comfort. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot," Steph whispered, voice quivering.

"Well, it's not like this... Relationship... I've got going on is something commonplace," My arms wrapped around him, a deep sigh relaxing my body into his. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. It wasn't right."

Stephen chuckled, all but pulling me bodily into his lap. "Don't worry, Princess. I deserved it." As he spoke, the Cloak carefully unwrapped itself from me, drifting away with a parting pat on my back. "Now what happened with your parents?" Large palms pushed the hair out of my face, stormy blue eyes looking at me with worry.

"I should probably assemble all my significant others for this conversation," There was little enthusiasm in discussing the incident. I was an adult and had enough money to get by for a few months, at least until I could patent one of my inventions. I had plenty of knick-knacks that should be able to interest buyers, that much I knew, and while the legal side of the process was a blank slate to me, I knew I could be charismatic enough to have someone work it out for me.

"I don't think I'll be able to take Steve seriously when he says 'assemble', now," My third boyfriend chuckled, which - wow, I didn't have boyfriends and now I had three? Should I be considering opening a factory or something? Stephen adjusted his hold on me. "Let's go, I'll portal us in."

"My car's out there with all my stuff. I'll have to drive," I protested but made no move to get out of his lap.

"Tony is a billionaire, he can pay someone to retrieve it," Shrugging carelessly, he produced a golden circle of magic, the common room couch in plain sight at the other side of it. I heard voices and then Clint's head peaked through, a curiously tilted eyebrow morphing into full fledged face of confusion upon seeing the two of us.

Yikes. I had forgotten about the state of my dress and the bruise on my cheek. "Hey, bird. I need a drink," I said the first thing that popped into my mind, causing both Clint and Steph to laugh as the sorcerer carried me into the tower through the portal.

"I'm starting to think you go out there and look for trouble on purpose," The archer sighed, pulling out his phone and texting rapidly. Mine vibrated, too, once he was done, which meant he'd called for a family meeting. Blergh.

In no time, Tony appeared, dark circles under his eyes and yesterday's shirt on, towing a worried Bruce behind him. One after the other, the Avengers tickled in, looking restless and exhausted. Loki's frown was well on its way to becoming a full sneer.

"Talk, please," He requested, eyeing me with concern.

"Good news is I got our rogue wizard back," I poked Stephen in the chest. He was blushing. "Bad news is my mother threw me out and my father didn't pick up the phone, so technically I'm homeless and parent-less," I decided that spitting out straight facts was the easiest way to go about it. I mean, there was no good way to tell what I just told them.

The storm that I anticipated didn't appear. Just a lot of disappointed sighs all around, especially from Tony, who looked twenty years older after I'd confessed to the current state of my affairs. "You're not homeless, you live here," He pointed out, rubbing his face and muttering some very strong words under his nose. Particularly, the expressions involved my mother and various methods of fornication.

"We got your back, doll," Bucky nodded, coming over to wrap me in a gentle hug. He was like a brother from another mother to me at this point, kind and goofy and sensible. "I would propose to teaching that harpy a lesson but I think she's beyond it."

"Perhaps it's for the best," Loki mused suddenly. "If I recall correctly, your mother was against your career of choice, which is idiotic. Science is a noble and prospective path." The Asgardian, too, gave me a hug.

I wasn't crying! There were ninjas, in the vents, cutting onions! "Stop it guys, I'm gonna cry. I already look like shit!" The protest was silenced by Bruce's lips on mine, his tiny smile briefly covering my mouth with tenderness. After that, everybody somehow decided it was their job to try and make me cry; like a bad bitch, I resisted, but eventually broke and started sniffling when Tony began rambling about building me my own lab and Wanda offered to help me decorate my new apartment.

No matter how much my mind screamed at me to refuse, I forced that noise down. Fighting against myself, accepting help despite feeling unworthy of it - it was probably the hardest thing I've done in my whole life.

Bruce volunteered to carry my prone body to Tony's bedroom which was quickly becoming the master bedroom for the three of us - ever since the incident, both of my scientists stuck close to me whenever possible, aggressively cuddling me whenever they decided it was time to get some sleep. Which wasn't much these days, if I was being honest. Persuading Bruce to stay with me was a novelty - usually he didn't resist, but that time, I had to repeat myself multiple times that the team could handle business even without him being present.

I had my ulterior motives, of course. Tony and Stephen needed to talk. I only hoped their egos wouldn't clash without me to mediate - having two boyfriends start a fight wasn't something I wanted to experience. I had zero experience in those matters and had no idea how to manage all that. Are there handbooks for polyamorous relationships? I stuck a mental post-it note inside my brain to check it out.

I fell asleep with Bruce wrapped around me and woke up in the same position, having been too exhausted to move even in my sleep. Voices, rough and quiet, were the first thing I heard upon syncing my brain into a resemblance of a working order, instantly recognizing Stephen's deep baritone and Tony's teasing drawl.

"Expect either Reindeer Games or Kim Possible to come and terrify you," My engineer didn't sound particularly ecstatic. His voice came from somewhere around my feet; the hand wrapped around my ankle, thumb gently stroking the skin, must've been his.

"Duly noted," Stephen's reply was equally sarcastic, sounding a little closer. The warmth coming from my side was him. I could smell the faint spices that surrounded him, smell that I'd come to associate with the Sanctum.

Bruce snored away, not a care in the world.

My body, on the other hand, felt rested for what felt the first time in years. A pleasant ache in my muscles had me begrudgingly squirm out of Banner'd grasp, shamelessly pushing up into Stephen as I stretched with a juicy yawn. "What's poppin'?" I rubbed my eyes, finding the men awake looking at me with fond amusement.

"Just watching," Tony smiled, causing me to giggle at his accidental meme-ing. Was it even accidental? I refused to believe that a man well versed in IT was oblivious to meme culture.

Stephen, on the other hand... "We've discussed some things, wanted to talk to you too." His hand stroked my hair, face expression soft unlike anything I'd ever seen him have. "But you were sleeping. So cute."

Me, cute? There was a puddle of drool the size of a dollar bill on my pillow, I was pretty sure some of it had even gotten in Bruce's hair. Banner's sleep was quiet except for every five minutes when he'd let out a snore with a force somewhere between a Mack truck and a whale in mating season.

Cute, sure.

Bruce groaned, a tell-tale sign of him waking up. I met his eyes, brown, shiny, a narrow edge of green around his irises. Huh. Do I have three boyfriends or four?

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lovee-infected · 4 years

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By my side

♥Leona Kingscholar ♥

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Well it still isn't too late to offer our dear Lion a bitter-sweet birthday gift , right ? Let him let go of his sad past and find happiness in this birthday night

...Sometimes I wondered why would I be even given birth to if this was the point life was going to drive me into ? If this was how it was supposed to be , I wished to never be born . Living without needing and to be needed , wanting and to be wanted , loving and to be loved was nothing different from death , some are given birth to by mistake , could it be that I as well was a mistake ? I was pretty sure that I was until something later changed my mind

Preview : Years has passed , each filled with dread , hatred , loneliness and dishonor . Unwanted pains shattering his heart to pieces , unexplainable emotions no one around him would ever care to imagine , endless tears fallen from his eyes over the years on his lonely corners , injured heart of him which no one ever cared to heal... But from now , things are going to be different . This year will be his new start because he has you by his side

Why did I always have to be the second one ...?

They say you've got to live your and only your life , that the only one holding you back from your dreams is you , that you can be anything if you try your hardest , and I tried

No , it wasn't only trying . I lived for my goal . I lived to become the strongest , I lived to be the one who brought honor to my family's name , I lived to pull myself out my brother's shadow , I lived to change my unwanted fate...but I couldn't . I cut back on my everything , my free time , my friends , my family , my own self . All to have my time to focus on my powers , to be an almighty magician . As I grew stronger , I begun to bring fear along myself. I got warned that I'm going way further than I ever should but it didn't matter . I still needed to be stronger , strong enough to prove that I'm worthy of being the next king

Farena brought light wherever he went and I brought...shadows . Shadows reflecting the terrifying darkness taming into my soul . I thought these would turn me into a worthy heir to my kingdom but they didn't , they turned me into something others called terrifying . Fearful . Greedy . Monster

My brother himself tried to hold me back for many times but I didn't listen , thinking that he was afraid of my strength which I thought had surpassed him so far . Even if it wasn't his purpose , this wasn't going to hold me back from the path I'd chosen ; it was too late

All they could see was my stunning powers growing more and more fearful day by day , slowly turning into a threat . No one ever saw what it took me to get to this point , no one ever cared . While children were playing outside and enjoying their short lasting carefree days , I had locked my self inside my hidden training spot , spending hours each day all alone there . Learning everything on your own isn't really pleasant , specially when no one's there to tell you how harmful magic can be . I was covered in dust and bruises each day after training , I even passed away of tire too many times right there

I have to admit...It doesn't really matter how much I grow . A part of me will always remain child because I sacrificed my time to be a child when I had to enjoy it . Yeah , there's an extremely annoying cry baby hiding inside me... It came clear to me again on the day of my nephew's birthday , the day life proved me that I can never change my path , no matter how much I try , no matter how much I lose , no matter how much cry , no matter how much I suffer

All those pain , loneliness , hours of crying and wiping blood off my body was a waste . Not because I didn't try , no dear it wasn't ever my fault . It was this life . It wasn't ever fair...

That child...This was the end of me . The only thing I fought for , my very last chance to get all I ever wanted out of my life . Why?...why?? I gave up my all just to be respected ! To be looked up to ! To be wanted !! Didn't I lose enough...?

I couldn't take it anymore , I couldn't . I had lost my purpose to live , to breath , to exist . Suicide would've been a pretty simple and shameful way to end it all , but you won't believe it if I tell how many time I was too close to doing it . The story of the infamous king Scar was getting reflected into my life . I was becoming what I refused to be , I didn't want to be like him , I didn't want to be the monster he became but...Not everything always goes as you expect , right ?

When I announced that I'll be heading to Night Raven College , everyone knew that I'd finally given up to my dark side . I was no longer afraid of becoming the monster they warned me about ; this was my path

I started a new life with entering Night Raven College or this is what I thought . No was there to look down to me for my neglected past and that was enough for me , enough to not suffer much more . My mind finally came to a more stable zone , somehow I could pull some parts of my shattered personality together and that seemed to be good...but the holes in my heart , there was no way to get rid of them . Loneliness , pain and , isolation took more than having a more stable life to be forgotten , but I never knew that my medicine would one day come to me on their own

I used to think that you were just as empty as I was , perhaps even a lot weaker with not a single sight of magic inside you . May seem rude but I believe that was the first thing that made me have an interest in you : You made me feel superior . Don't hate my dear , but that's just how I grew up . Being compared to my brother my whole life and receiving endless critiques and blames on it . You do understand , don't you ? Told you , those holes in my heart needed to be filled . Bullying you was just a small part of it

Back then , you were nothing more than a child in my eyes . Your will to make a change and save others sounded pathetic to me ; not just because I looked down to you as a human , but rather because I saw myself inside you ; my unfulfilled wishes and useless tries . This was how I expected you to end up , just like me . But you didn't

Overblot may be counted as my most terrifying form , but it isn't the only the thing you saw through me . That was the very first time I show you the others how empty I was , how weak I felt . I revealed my holes and that made me feel unsafe

Considering how I was wrong about being superior to you and the way you saw how measurable and weak I could be , I wouldn't have been fascinated if you too had started looking down to me as a loser . It was odd of you to try and get closer to me instead , no wonder why I kept rejecting you at first . You were stubborn and I was moody , I didn't really like the two of us getting much closer . Helping you take back the Ramshackle dorm was supposed to be our very last business together but , I'm thankful that you didn't give up on me . I accepted the two of us becoming friends since you insisted , but I'd never imagined what great changes were coming to my life by letting you in

Your powerless self which I used to make fun of , became a way for me to spend sometime forgetting how strong my magic would be or how important it can be in my life . Having ice cream together , taking walks , talking like two friends would , these were nothing special but they were all new to me . I had to accept that it was nice having you around , finally someone that wasn't as annoying as the others

Finally I gained enough self-esteem to speak of my personal issues , stuff that were bothering me over the years . I didn't want you to do anything about them , I just needed a listener . But to see how you cried hearing my pain... I- I wasn't ever expecting that . You were not only the first one to know but also the first to care...that shook my heart

When you said that you wanted me to spend more time with my family specially brother and nephew , I couldn't help but to laugh it off . But the way you actually forced me into doing it seemed to by quite childish at first . I was too selfish to even call my brother but you were there to force me into doing it - It felt like you were my mum sitting next to phone to see if I talk politely or not, but it worked out anyway

As the time passed , many things changed . Our small friendship was now way further than were it once was , specially now that I look how you changed me and my life over

Farena and I are now much better than we used to be , I can now really feel like I have someone as my older brother , not a symbol to be compared with . My family now check on my casually asking how I am doing . I still refuse to go home since I still have a lot to take care of here , but I can somehow feel that I as well missed them too . For so long I thought that I was forgotten , invisible and unwanted . But after you showing up in my life , I can finally see what it means to be alive

My dear (y/n) , I'm still learning to be a better me and need you by my side to learn me how to , so I'm not yet prepared to tell you how I feel . I kept on learning to be a great magician for years and now , it's time for me to learn to be a great lover , someone worthy of your love and attention , someone you'd like to remain by his side for eternity

I love you (y/n) , not just because of giving me all I needed for my whole life , not because of making me feel like I have a real family after the years , not because of helping me gain all respect and honor I always wanted to have , but for showing me that my path as well can be changed

Tonight here I am with my family , friends and you by my side , celebrating a date I called filthy for the past 20 years of my life :

" Happy birthday Leona! "

The crybaby inside me isn't going to shut the hell tonight- I know that I shouldn't cry but , I can't help it . My first tears in front on someone else than myself fall not because of pain this time , but due to the unbelievable happiness and joy my heart has drowned into . I look at you , your bright smile giving me straight and your beautiful eyes keeping on bringing light to soul . Even if my birth was a mistake , I would mow say that it's the most beautiful mistake that could have ever happened in my life

My family , my friends , and my beloved (y/n) , I need them all , and I'm glad to see that they as well need me . I want them in my life , and I'm proud that they as well want me . I love you (y/n) and I would die to see that you too love me , but even if you don't , that will never change my feelings for you . For the first time in my life , I feel alive . And it's all thanks to you , because of you by my side

I can't help but to hug you tight , feeling your warmth close to me . Digging my head into your shoulder as I let go of heavy tears in my eyes : " Thank you , (y/n)..."

♦♥♠♣

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