#“He'll get what he deserves so kill kill I know you will Get revenge you'll take him to his grave”

[likesaly]

"Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat" "With heaven above you, there's hell over me""You said what about us, well what about me?" "Hang from the gallows, asleep in the rain" "This is a wasteland, my only retreat Paralyze me! Don't let me jump, don't let me fall"

/Lyr

(Song is Hell Above by PTV)

Bonus:

Based of one of my txt posts

Here's a taste of source (kinda) expect Shinobu didn't give me any ramune, though I did get tea /lh

[that-basic-simp]

Not Alone

Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: Bit of angst WC: 1.4k+

"I'm on the path of revenge. There's no room for love, friendship, or weakness. Now, I have a man to kill," Mizu said as she walked away from me.

Where was she going to? I know she was going to Fowler's castle, but alone?

"Alone?" I asked her.

"Yes. Alone," she said.

"After all we've been through," I said.

She stopped and turned her head over her shoulder, "Do yourself a favor, Y/N, forget all about me. Go back home, where you'll live a nice and happy life, marry a nice man, and live a life that isn't drenched in blood and hatred."

"What if I don't want that?"

"What?"

"What if I don't want to marry a nice man? What if I don't want to get married at all?"

She turned her body to face me, "Y/N, what the hell are you saying?"

"I want to be with you, Mizu. No matter what."

She shook her head, "You deserve someone better than me. Someone who will actually love you."

"So your feelings towards me weren't real?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly.

"T-That's not what I meant. I-I," she stopped, her eyes moving back and forth before she shook her head once more. "My feelings for you were real. I-I just can't understand them at this current moment in time. I-I can't love you because of my revenge. I want to love you, but I-I just can't."

"You're going to get yourself killed," I said.

"Better die trying," she said and turned around, stumbling off.

"I hope to never see your face again, Mizu!" I yelled, knowing deep down, that wasn't true.

She stopped just for a moment, but then started to walk off again. Tears streamed down my face as I sat down on some steps that were beside me. Ringo came over and offered comfort as he placed one of his arms on my back.

"Are you going to be ok, Y/N?" Ringo asked.

"I'll be fine," I sighed, standing up. "If Mizu is going to get himself killed, he'll get himself killed."

I walked off in the opposite direction of Mizu, even though she was long gone. Although, I couldn't help but turn back to look in the direction she walked off in. Even though she wasn't going  to be there and wasn't going to come back. Shaking my head, I turned and continued to walk off in the opposite direction.

"Is Mizu dead?" I looked at Ringo as he was carrying a cart with Taigen and Mizu's body on it.

"I'm too scared to look."

I turned and faced Mizu, her chest slowly rising and falling. Taigen's was too. I let out a sigh of relief, but I walked off, Ringo following behind me.

"Do you know where to get help?" Ringo asked.

"I do."

Reaching a lone forge in the middle of the woods, I started to bang on the door of Master Eiji's.

"Hello? Master Eiji? W-We need your help. Mizu is not in the best shape."

There was nothing. Ringo sighed and I turned towards the cart. Grabbing her sword, I hit it against the ground, an odd ringing coming from it. The door opened and Master Eiji's head emerged.

"Mizu. Come inside."

Ringo grabbed the cart and wheeled the two inside.

"Master Eiji, Mizu is in bad shape. Along with Taigen."

"Do you know how to treat wounds?"

"Yes."

"Then get to treating," he said, starting a fire.

Ringo started to make some medicine for both of them while I started with Taigen first, since his injuries were more severe. Ringo came over and stitched up Mizu's wounds since I was still working on Taigen.

"Who knew one man could bleed so much," I said as I wiped the blood from his body before stitching the wounds.

Once we were finished, we let them rest for a while. It was Mizu who came to first and she was starting to walk around the forge. I almost bumped into her when I was bringing in wood for the fire. Her eyes had a pang of guilt in them. Turning away from me, she stepped aside so I could walk into the forge.

A few days had passed and Mizu was still not talking to me. She was off doing something with her sword and whenever we passed by, she would avoid looking at me. I think she wanted to say something, but didn't know what. She infuriated me at times, but she couldn't help it. Her past was a rocky one and it was justified. I just hate it when we're not talking to one another.

"Y/N?" she came to me one night.

Looking up at her, there was a guilty expression on her face as she sat down in front of me.

"Now you want to talk to me?"

"I am sorry," she said. "Sorry for everything I said."

I sighed and shook my head, "I can help, Mizu."

"I know you can, but I can't afford to lose you. N-Not after everything you have ever done for me."

"Mizu," I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away.

"You deserve someone better. Someone who will actually love you and will show you that they love you. Someone that deserves your love."

"And why do you think you're not deserving of my love?"

"Look what I said to you before I left. I basically told you I didn't love you and that you don't deserve me."

"You did say that," I said in a flat tone.

"And I meant it. You really do deserve someone who will truly love you."

"I always thought you truly loved me."

"I do," she quickly argued back. "I-It's just that, fuck."

"Mizu, you're not an easy person to love. And you're not an easy person to show love. But there is one thing I do know about you."

"What's that?"

"You know what you want. Easily. And when you don't know what you want, you come to terms with it and think it over. So all I ask of you is one thing."

"What is it?"

"Think us over," I said and stood up, walking out of the forge.

The following night was back to us not speaking. I wasn't surprised. I did kind of tell her to fuck off without telling it to her face. She still needed to reforge her sword and from what I saw the other day, it wasn't working out well for her. But when I saw smoke rising from the woods, I knew she was back at it. Sighing, I was about to step outside to get some wood for Master Eiji, but I saw her walking towards me. She had her blue haori on and her hair was down to its natural length. I have only ever seen it once and she was absolutely stunning when she let it down. There was writing all over her body.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know the Heart Sutra?"

"The body is emptiness, an emptiness body. All things are only empty. Nothing is born, nothing broken."

She nodded her head. Raising her hand, she offered me a brush. Grabbing it, she turned around, her back facing me. The haori slid from her shoulders, revealing her bare back.

"There are some things I can't do alone," she said.

Raising the brush, I wrote the words of the Heart Sutra on her back.

"Mizu," I said as I began writing.

"I have been thinking, about us."

"What were you thinking about?"

"I still believe you deserve better. That you are deserving of someone who will love you back. But, maybe once this is all said and done, I can be that person who gives you that love. Shows you what it is like to be loved by someone."

"Mizu, you're the one who needs to be shown what it is like to be loved by someone."

"And that someone, I want it to be you."

I smiled slightly, finishing up. She turned to face me and I placed the brush down on the fence post. Taking her face in my hands, I brushed the soft skin with the pad of my thumb. Thankfully the ink was dry on her face or I would have to redo it for her. I smiled at her and she smiled in return. Pulling her towards me, our lips lightly met one another's. It was just a quick peck, nothing more from it. I pecked her lips a few times before she pulled away.

"I-I need to get back to reforging my sword."

"About that," I reached into my pocket and placed something in her hand.

Her eyes widened to find it was the necklace she had gotten me whenever we first started this relationship.

"Y/N," she said, picking her head up.

"I loved that necklace. Truly I did. But, it was a sign of our love back then. Let it be the reason you're able to forge a stronger sword."

She smiled once more, nodding her head.

"You're not alone in this, Mizu," I said, placing my hand on her cheek once more.

She reached up and grabbed my hand, caressing the skin with her fingers.

"I know," she pressed a soft kiss to my palm. "I have you."

"You always had."

[love-toxin]

oh my god ur eric draven piece….. him finishing his revenge spree and still continuing to live afterwards is just insane. like grappling with the fact that he’s Still here and stuck with the grief and emptiness even after he’s killed everyone who hurt him and shelly…… im sick. im ILL!!! resenting becoming human again bc its torture…. he needs to be comforted and by god i’ll do it (LMAO)

ugh!! i love it!!!! the absolute horror of putting all your rage into a single act of self-sacrificing vengeance only to realize there's no going home in the end....just have to sit with what you've done and realize you don't belong anywhere anymore. everybody you love and hate are dead, and the few people of the former that aren't you can't have anything to do with because being near them will only hurt them worse. knowing you're probably a monster and you'll never find love or comfort again, but even worse, you don't know if you even deserve that much in the first place.

so when you come along and you try to get close to him, he shies away. flees if he has to. hides. you remind him too much of the life he loved before his death and it's too painful knowing he'll never have that again. he forgot there were sweet people and kind people and people who love indiscriminately and because you're one of them, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you despite telling himself it can never go any further. he has to hold back. you deserve someone alive and...happy. you don't need his burdens weighing you down, you've got a whole life to live and people to meet and lovers to spend your life with.

but because he's drawn to you, he finds purpose. people in this city love to prey on the vulnerable, the weak, and the fragile, they would even eat each other alive if it came down to it. and the thought of you ever being in pain, in trouble, of you being accosted on your way to work or grabbed on your way home--oh, it boils his icy blood. he would rather rip his own limbs off than ever see you taken advantage of by some filthy scum off the street.

so even though he hates it--hates being alive, hates having to live with his regrets and suffer his pain--he seeks his purpose through more destruction. remorseless life-taking. nobody who hurts you or tries to hurt you is innocent, so they all deserve to be taken out with the trash in the worst ways possible. the man who drugged your drink is dragged out the back door of the bar. the guy who bugged your car has his own blown up while he's in it. the creeps who jiggle your doorknob at night hoping it's unlocked? they'll never find all the pieces of those ones.

because you're deserving of so much more than a life of feeling scared and being alone. Eric tells himself that if you ever find a partner that can protect you he'll stop following you around, but he knows deep down that's not really gonna happen. he'll follow you to the grave. besides, you have so much love to give and he can't deny that he deeply enjoys how badly you want to get close to him, to know the man that is always in your peripheral but can't quite work up the nerve to say hello. even though he's convinced it can never be, he can't help wondering whenever he stops and stares at you from across the street in the rain, watching you through the window as you work....could you be the reason he's still here?

[multifandoms27-blog]

I tend to never be satisfied with my potrayal of Jeff. I'm going to try to nail it down today though.

Content: Jeff the killer HC's

Warnings: Bullying behavior (cyberbullying), toxic behavior, psychotic episodes, impulsivity, aggression, obsessive behavior

Notes: Inspired by my Toby list and my EJ list, and the song Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. This one is probably my longest one.

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(Art by kawacy on DeviantArt)

❥General

Okay, we should all know the drill by now. Jeff is psychotic, often hurting and humiliating others for his own entertainment. He's the biggest bully in the mansion.

When you join, he will immediately target you. He'll make fun of your appearance, try to cut you or burn you so he can get a sick laugh (normally when he's in an episode)

Why would you ever want to be anything more than acquaintances with him? He doesn't seem trustworthy at all, and he'll likely spill you secrets to BEN, who will then tell everybody online.

He's constantly getting into fights to prove to the others that he's "top dog," and that he isn't scared of anybody. Ironically enough, the only one he doesn't really try is Eyeless Jack. Motherfucker could eat him in like, two bites, so I understand.

Honestly, as much as he bullies you, you will never be as much of a target as Jane is for him. Which is good, that's a good thing.

When he isn't in his psychotic episodes, he'll still be very snarky, but he won't be going around and getting into people's faces anymore. It's during his calmer moments when you'll be able to start befriending him.

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❥Romantic

Jeff won't really be receptive to you trying to befriend him for a while. He knows how he treated you, he knows who you are. He doesn't care about you, but he'll stick around while you talk to him about whatever. He's just kinda shocked that you've decided to try to get close to him of all creeps. But he'll come off as indifferent.

Don't trust him with your secrets right away. Even if he's not in an episode, he's still going to tell BEN everything.

Just making an effort to talk to him though, not really attempting to get to know him, will start to make him interested. You know who he is, yet you're not...interested in him? His past or why he looks like this? At all?

That was new for him, considering Jane, Liu, Nina, BEN and Slenderman. In fact, he thinks about it so much that he'll begin to obsess about you when he goes back into a violent episode. He'll rip you away from anyone you're with - if it's not a creep, he's killing them on the spot - and will try to force you into his room.

He'll want to talk to you for hours on end, about you. He wants to know you. Why aren't you interested in his past? What was your past? Why are you here?

He goes from not caring about you, to caring about you way too much. Anything negative he's told BEN, he'll go to him and threaten him to take it off the internet, completely scrub it. BEN is confused, but he does it.

Jeff will use that as evidence to him being good to you. He won't admit that he wants your approval, but its pretty obvious.

He begins to spend less time with BEN and more time with you. He wakes up before you? He's pounding on your bedroom door until you open it so you can be up with him. You want to play a game with another creep? He's either watching or forcing his way into the game.

This guy will eventually try to spend every waking moment with you

He goes from not wanting to be around you to becoming OBSESSED

He wants to know everything about you, but he wants you to tell him when you're alone with him. Others don't deserve to know things about you, especially BEN.

This would be around the time he begins to develop feelings. Now, he's still in an episode, so he'll be impulsive with it. It doesn't matter how long you guys have been friends, he wants you and he's going to have you.

He'll pound on your door and when you open it, he'll kiss you on the lips. No prior notice as to how he feels about you, no warning about the kiss, nothing.

You think he's messing with you and you shut the door in his face. He angrily pounds on your door again until someone else comes to take him away.

He thought that was you rejecting him and he went back to hating you. He told BEN a shit ton of things you told him in confidence and you sobbed as you saw gossip about yourself online, along with rumors that weren't true.

Jeff made you out to be the mansion whore, sleeping with anyone for anything - benefits, food, clothes, whatever. It didn't have to make sense for it to spread.

Your other creepypasta friends came to your aid, which irked Jeff even more. Especially your guy friends

It wasn't until he heard you tell Toby about your feelings for him that he realized how much damage he had caused

This whole time he thought you didn't like him...oh, he fucked up

He takes to the internet to debunk the rumors and fight anyone who kept up with them. He once again told BEN to scrub any evidence, leaving the boy confused.

Jeff will come to your aid, but his heart clenches when he realizes that you don't trust him anymore.

He begs and begs for forgiveness, and finally you give it to him so he'll shut up

He's back to following you around like a puppy, and his feelings resurface. He's not in an episode now, and he wants to handle this delicately

His way of doing it delicately is by...giving you one-liners. Yep.

He'll stalk you on your social medias and check out every account you follow, and get jealous if you follow another guy. He's not even in a relationship with you yet!

Finally, he asks you out while you two were playing a game. You had to pause it to look at him and see if he was even serious

So, the two of you start going out. He goes full blown crazy boyfriend

He forces you to move into his room pretty soon, and he keeps tabs on everything you do

He's super paranoid you'll cheat on him, so he's always hanging around in the mansion. You'll never be alone with your friends again now that you're with him.

You don't dare fight him on it, he's the most unstable one and can be super aggressive at the drop of a hat

Probably installs a tracker on your phone so he can monitor where you go and when you leave the mansion if he can't be there for whatever reason

Knife fights anyone who brings up his past behavior or the rumors from before about you, and always wins. He uses this to get praise from you

He wouldn't trade you for the world - you are his world, and he'll make sure everybody knows it. You will never know peace again, even if you manage to run away from him, leaving a breakup letter behind.

You're stuck with him.

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[saschax]

Hello! I hope you are in good health.

I was wondering, can you do an alphabet with Ghost? Please, and thank you.

Take your time! <3

hello, and i am in good health.

yes, and your welcome..

i hope this is okay, my first time doing this!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

ghost is not affectionate, at all. he is the opposite, antisocial, distant, detached.. reader will only find him affectionate if he's delirious or drunk.

and if reader happens to find him in either situations- which is rare, he'll show affections by just.. touching. he's touch starved, and since he is in a delirious or drunken state, he doesn't know what he's doing.

most likely will pass out, with his head into your neck.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

hm, best friend..?

you'll have to be in the team, task force 141. otherwise, ghost does not interact with strangers. now, best frienddss?...

years, years of work together. years of staying alive, and mutual respect.

be admirable! be impressive, try and catch his eye. if you manages to beat him in sort some of a competition, he'll respect you more.

( i personally think you can beat him if you play your cards right. i think ghost is a risk-taker, so.. use that to your advantage.. i guess. )

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

no.

gO aWay! he'll throw you across the room if you fuckin' cuddle with him! he has claustrophobia, and help me god if you lay on top of him-

anyways, no. no cuddling.

go.

get out.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

NO, no and nO!

he is an workaholic, and his friends dying- might i add, in front of him, only encouraged him to pursue his work.

he is guilty, he feels like their deaths is his fault. and to honour their deaths, he'll continue his line of work.

running away from his work is cowardiance, and a disgrace to his friends' deaths.

no. if he settles down, he can't bear the haunting grief setting on him.

he lives, and got to settle down.

they didn't.

and he (didn't) caused their deaths.

he doesn't deserve to settle down and rest, not after all he done.

the souls of his friends' faces looking at him, with teary eyes. saying "why are you resting?? after you got us killed?? why aren't you getting revenge for us?? you traitor-"

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

straight up to your face. he seen much worse. he'll just bluntly say "i'm done with you, its over."

he has nothing to lose.. well, he lied.

he's not over, he just wanted to end the relationship because he doesn't deserve this, and he feels like you could get a better guy.

a whole man, not half of a man; like him, a shell of a human being.

and he is sort of holding you back from touching him, he doesn't trust you very much either.. so this relationship is hardly beneficial to both parties.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

he is very committed.

not.

if he thinks you're going to dump him, he'll dump you first- to save him from the pain of abandonment.

no marriages, he'd cry, crumble and break again if he sees you in a wedding dress.

he doesn't deserve this, go away go away go away-

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physically, he's.. cautious but not? for example, if you and him are training. he'll go sheer hard and will use everything he have against you.

no exceptions.

a woman? who cares, lets fight. you're in a goddamn military for fuck's sake. no one is going to go easy on you in real combat.

( you get hurt alot because of him )

EMOTIONALLY?

eMOtIONALLY??

this man, is stone hard, cold, blunt, brash, sassy, and act like he HATES you with his GUTS. he does not let you close. sure, he'll say a few words here and there, but he's not actively revealing his personality to you.

stone cold, ghost.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

hates hugs. it reminds him of his family, roach and johnny all at the same time.

never, he doesn't do it once. even if you and him are best friends. you tried hugging him once (he was having a mental breakdown), he punched you square in the face and shakily left the room.

.. no one knows how his hugs are like, everyone who felt his embrace died and never could tell the story.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

never, and not fast at all. he hates that word too. again, his past.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

doesn't really gets jealous? more like sad if he sees you hanging out with another man more.

abandonment, but again, he did keep pushing you away..

his fault, i guess.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

he never kissed. i dont know.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

i think he is a gentle man when it comes to them, he looks out for them of course. but he doesn't really .. hug.. or do affectionate behaviors- bending down, makes him smaller- less frightening to the kids- he doesn't really do this.

more like a guard dog around them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

you dont know, he's never there when you wakes up. he's up and gone.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

he appears rarely. and if he is sleeping next to you, he'll have some sort of barrier (aka, pillows) blocking you from touching/reaching out to him.

you keep waking up because he keeps squirming.

you get used to this eventually.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I DO not think ghost will reveal things about himself.

he'll just be a different character around you, but never exactly saying his identity (aka, age, full name, how his parents was like, his backstory, etc). just more softer, kinder, and more.. willing if he warms up to you.

does. not. share. his emotions.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he's very patient, a patient man indeed. no.

he's not patient, he just sounds patient. inside, he's angry.

and every now and then, you'll encounter his outbursts on you. bottled up feelings, leashing hell.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

remembers everything, but he will forget sometimes.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

when he made you laugh, a geninue laugh. it felt nice to make someone happy and not make them upset/sad/annoyed.. y'know...

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

he's protective but not. depends. if you're hanging with a friend, he won't be "HmMmm, ARE YOU SUSPSICOIOUSS???" or try to y'know, get you away.

how? get a guard dog, and he'll also train you about self defense, and what-to-do if this happens.

does not feel the need to be protected by you, and he thinks its a bit offensive. you think he can't protect himself??

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he does put a lot of effort, however, no dates, or anniversaries...

he'll give you plenties of gfits!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

a really bad texter, so expect to get left on read often.. and! staring.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

not insecure about his looks, he knows he looks good. but he is a bit nervous when it comes to showing his scars.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

he's already incomplete, wouldn't make any difference. although, it does make a slightly more void in his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

doesn't sleep often. he's the type to just..stare at his ceiling or longue around in his room and wait til another mission comes up or something.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

dislikes laziness, in terms of your work ethic. likes somebody who is as committed and hard-working as he is to their job.

HATES. betrayals (also one of the reason why he doesn't quit his working)!! and he does not like dependent people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he usually fall asleep on sofas, or on uncomfortable things. the bed is wayy too soft for him, not used to it..

NEED SOME LIGHT ON!! in the dark, he sees faces and it creeps him out.

he doesn't like it, so he need some light if he want to sleep better.

[pacifymebby]

Hi, first of all I really love your images about peaky blinders. I was wondering ( if you still take requests about peaky blinders) on how the peaky boys would react if you die in their arms and what the imeadiate aftermath is and mourning proces after. I whish you a very good day, with much love from Belgium

Hi! I'm sorry this has taken so long for me to get to!!!

Tommy

🌿 Probably secretly always thought this day would come, he's been haunted by the thought of you being hurt/killed for so long that now that its actually happening it doesn't quite seem real.

🌿 His ears are still ringing with the sound of the gunshots which tore through you, his whole world feels seperate and he's isolated. That echo from the gun is the only thing which tells him this is actually happening. In his dreams its always silent.

🌿 He'd appear calm on the outside, talking to you calm and steady voice, telling you everything was going to be alright, that he was going to take you to a doctor and then you'd be alright

🌿 But he's lying to you because he doesn't want you to be scared, and you know he's lying to you. When you reach up to him, your fingers grazing his lips your touch is so cold Tommy knows it will haunt him for the rest of his life.

🌿 He does his best to hold back the tears but he's literally watching the life drain from you

🌿 He feels himself going cold too, his own will to live being sucked from him as if the two of you shared the same heart. Lifes stopping for both of you.

🌿 He'd hold you until your were completely lifeless, he'd kiss you, stroke your hair, sooth you as best he could, keep promising you you were going to be alright, he'd tell you "don't be scared love, don't be scared you're alright now,"

🌿But the second you're gone that's when he'd come back to himself, the anger setting in. He'd place your body down carefully but quickly, fingers finding his gun in a heartbeat. The men who stole you away from him fled the scene imediately but Tommy won't rest until he's ripped everything they love from them, until he's put them through hell.

🌿Pol has to remind him (harshly) that when all this is over he'll regret not giving you the send of you deserve, fuck his revenge plans, you need to be put to rest properly or you'll come back to haunt him. Tommy knows you'll haunt him anyway.

🌿He'd be so sensitive and tempremental when it comes to your funeral, everyone will be treading on eggshells around him, trying not to upset him, but he'll only get pissed off that people are treating him like hes fragile...

🌿He'll struggle to say a few words for you, but he'll know he needs to, he'll force himself to... He's already started dreaming about you, thinking he hears your voice in the second before he falls asleep, and as he speaks he thinks he hears you again, laughing at him being emotional. But he's so strong, he's fiercly determined to do everything right for you. To honor you every day for the rest of his life.

🌿 Which is why he'll leave your funeral with his fingers on the trigger of his gun, he knows the real send off you deserve is vengeance, he's going to kill for you tonight.

🌿 He'd probably have everything meticulously planned, down to what he's going to say to your murderer before he kills them... But when it comes to it he'll be so overcome with emotion that he won't say any of it. He'll lose control, he'll kill ruthlessly, mercilessly, he'll torture them, cause them so much pain and then, just like that, without offering them the peace of knowing why, he'll wipe them all off the face of the earth.

🌿He'll avoid your grave for a long time after that, he'll try to ignore that you're gone. He'll try to block you out, but in the end it will only torture him and cause him more pain. In the end he'll walk out to your grave one day in the pissing rain, he'll fall onto his knees in the mud and dig his hands into the soil, he'll sink into the dirt and cry and beg god to let him die there with you.

🌿 But Tommys curse is that he must always go on living despite his sins, because of his sins, and he knows that every day for the rest of his life he'll feel you in his heart aching like a bruise. The unhealing wound.

Alfie

🐻 Never thought you'd be the one to die first. He always thought it would be you and him until the end of his days.. Because his days are numbered and you were so young!

🐻 But no. It was a fascist that did it, one of those trendy new political types thats read a couple books and thinks they're the new revolution. They broke into his house, on a mission to take down a famous jewish gangster, a criminal the city needed ridding off. But they didn't kill him. They killed you.

🐻 They shot at the bed whilst you were sleeping, and youd been sleeping on top of Alfie the way you always did. So the bullet had ripped through your back and lodged in your heart instead of his and youd not even had the chance to wake up, open your eyes and look at him one last time before your soul had left your body.

🐻 All he can do is lie there in shock, propped up on one elbow, your body bleeding, you blood flowing and soaked up by the bedsheets, warm and sticky and fucking haunting as it soaks Alfie's chest, matting the hair on his chest and arms as he holds onto your lifeless body.

🐻 He's just, too shocked, too stunned. He doesnt feel grief, doesn't feel rage, can't cry. All he can do is shoot the intruder dead, drop his gun to the floor, and look helplessly at Cyril who jumps up onto the bed and nuzzles into your body barking and howling, as distraught as Alfie.

🐻 For a long time he just sits there, holding you, stroking his hand through your hair. He didn't even get to say goodbye and its like the whole world just stopped, its like he can't move on from the second he heard that shot ring out.

🐻 His friends have to rally round him, try to help him through the difficult period. No ones ever really seen Alfie like this before - speechless - and theyre all a little uncertain. Even Tommy is unnerved. However Tommy ends up being his rock. He's lost the love of his life too, he knows how bleak, how cold the world is, how it never returns to the way it was.

🐻 After your funeral Alfie packs up and leaves the city, he has nothing to stay there for and everything reminds him of you. He takes cyril to Margate and together they walk along the beach Alfie always promised you you'd raise your children on. He spends a lot of time thinking what his life could have been.

🐻 He grows bitter as he grows older. When he overhears fascist talk in pubs or down the market he makes note of who and what they said. He keeps a list of all the people he'll kill just as soon as he can make it through a day without thinking of you and losing his breath.

🐻 Those days never come. You're always on his mind, at night he lies in bed and feels the weight of your body lifeless on top of him. He dreams the scene over and over again and wakes drenched in sweat, for a moment in the dark it feels like your blood and his own blood runs cold.

Arthur

🍂 He'd go ferral. He watches your throat get slit right in front of him, your blood spurting and soaking his face. The attacker who throws you to the ground doesn't have a chance to get away or lunge to kill Arthur next because Arthur his screaming bloody fucking murder. He's drenched in the blood of his love and his mind is nothing but white with rage, with pain.

🍂 In the immediate aftermath his grief is so powerful, so tightly gripping, that Arthur loses himself completely. When he attacks the man who killed you he rips him limb from lip, he punches him until his skull has been caved in, until there a little fractures of the mans skull lodged in his knuckles.

🍂 After that his memory is a blur, he remembers nothing of the destruction he caused, nothing of how he couldn't be tamed even by his brothers, even by Aunt Pol. There was nothing anyone could do, they just had to stand back and watch as he destroyed the room, smashed everything, tore the curtains down, broke glasses.

🍂 He nearly killed himself, but somewhere in the hours it took for his grief and rage to mellow into heartbreak, anguish, sorrow... He exhausted himself. He fell to his knees and keeled over onto his side, curled up foetal postion on the floor surrounded by all those broken things he destroyed.

🍂 He doesnt want to wash your blood away, it's the last of you he'll ever have and once its washed away you'll be gone. But he doesn't have the words to express that kind of pain.

🍂 He turns to heroin to numb the pain, Tommy uses it to tranquillise him at first, but then after the first time Arthur finds its the only way he can function. He's lost all hope and purpose. Without you his life lacks all meaning.

🍂 Aunt Pol and Ada wash your blood from him and Ada helps him prepare what he is going to say for you. She holds his hands when he speaks and she is strong so that he can crumble.

🍂 When they burn the vardo with you inside it he started screaming again, he tries to fight his way inside. He just wants to lie down beside your body and burn with you. Tommy and John have to fight him away from the flames.

🍂 But he's never the same and he never recovers and every day he regrets that he didn't fight harder to break into that burning wagon, scoop you up and hold you to his chest so that you could burn together eternally.

🍂 He tries to turn to god, tries to tell himself he'll be reunited with you in heaven one day, but this only tortures him further because he knows hes going to hell.

John

🌼 You got caught in the crossfire, the Italians stormed the house, machine gun fire to slaughter the whole family. You'd thrown yourself in front of the children and John hadn't been quick enough to pull you back.

🌼 So he's on his knees with you in his arms, the children hiding behind him, in tears, as he fights the italians off and shoots them down.

🌼 Hes crying, these silent tears streaking his face, but he's determined to kill the Italians and protect your babies before he succumbs to his grief.

🌼 He knows youre dying. He knows theres no hope, but he fights for his children's life and holds your head tight to his chest, reassuring you that everything will be fine, that youre brave, that he loves you so much, that the children are all alright, that everyones safe, he'll look after you all. All the while his heart is breaking and his mind is racing with the instinctual need to protect you and the babies from the enemy.

🌼 He gathers the children up in his arms, he doesn't want them to see you like this so he bundles them up in his coat and buries there faces in his shirt so they can't see. He calls his brother for help, calls Aunt Pol, says he needs someone to take care of the children.

🌼 He does cry, he clutches your body to his and sobs into your hair when he thinks the children are all inside and out of sight. He doesn't want them to see him crying and think their dad is weak. He feels like a child with tears streaming down his cheeks, he feels like he's failed you.

🌼 "I'm so sorry flower it should have been me, shoulda been there, shouldn't be you, you shouldn't be fuckin dead, shoulda been me!" He blames himself for not being the one to throw his life down for the children. He feels like he's let them down, he thinks kids need mothers more than they do fathers and now his haven't got one.

🌼 He feels he should be responsible for hurting the family that did this to his but he knows too that he has to stay alive for his children now, so when Tommy tells him to stand down, to let him and Arthur do it, John listens. He knows the only way he will ever feel less guilty for your death, is by being a good father to your babies.

🌼 He has to be strong for the children, when you're a parent, no matter how much you love your soulmate, you'll always love your children more, John feels this more than ever now as his instinct to protect and nurture the children becomes the only defence he has against his grief which threatens to consume him.

Bonnie

🍀 Is far too young to lose the love of his life, his first love no less. The woman he thought would be the only woman he'd ever love. He thought you'd carry his children, he thought the two of you would grow old together. He had all these plans, all these daydreams. You were the girl he was going out into the ring for, you were the girl he was doing Tommy Shelby's dirty work for. Everything he did in his life was for you.

🍀 He's always been so protective of you, always done his best to keep you away from Peaky business, but despite his efforts its Peaky Business that gets you killed.

🍀 It happens when he's away from the camp, some bad men from down south have been tipped off about your location, the two caravans belonging to you, Bonnie and his dad. Bonnie's away hunting when he hears the gun fire, and although he drops everything and runs as fast as his body can stand, to get back to you, to protect you, he's too late.

🍀 His father's killed most of the attackers and when Bonnie see's you keeled over on the ground he doesn't care if its safe, he just has to get to you.

🍀 He hears his father shout to warn him of another enemy but his head is clouded and he isn't thinking straight because now that he's beside you, with your head in his lap, he can see how bad it really is.

🍀 You've been stabbed multiple times in the belly and he knows there's no saving you. His hearts breaking, his worlds fading to grey but somewhere in the distance he can hear his fathers voice screaming to him with such an urgency. He hears gun fire, the snap rattling his skull and drawing him out of his grief stricken trance for long enough to realise that his father has just saved his life.

🍀 A man lies half dead at Bonnie's feet, his hands covered in blood, his shirt soaked with not just his own blood but yours too and Bonnie is sure that this is the man who ripped you away from him.

🍀 The man's begging for mercy, he's bleeding out slowly just like you, a sweat on his skin like there's a pained sweat on your paling forehead. He's begging Bonnie to put him out of his misery but Bonnie can barely stand to look at him.

🍀 Instead he focusses on you, holding you so close, feeling your blood stain his hands and arms, his shirt soaking you up, you're shaking, you're in so much pain and there's nothing he can do for you, except hold you, make you promises he can't keep. Lie to you.

🍀 "It's alright my little dove, I've got you now eh, your Bonnie's got you, you're gonna be alright, we'll take you to the Lee's, they've some good healers, the best, we'll have you on the mend in no time angel," he's holding back his tears because he doesn't want to scare you, he's forcing this smile for you as he kisses your forehead and your lips. He can feel your breath on his as he curls his body around yours, it's getting fainter and fainter with every second and he knows that soon you'll be at peace.

🍀 "I love you little dove, with all my heart, I love you..."

🍀 And when you finally pass he finishes that sentence, "and I'll never love again, never." And he means it. And he doesn't. He never moves on and he pretends not to notice the pitying looks, the sad rumours and whispers which follow him wherever he goes.

🍀 He holds so much anger about what happened, he never forgives himself for not being there. He convinces himself that if he had been with you that day things would have been different. It haunts him and hollows him out and the only relief he really feels is during his fights. The raw sting of a fist splitting his cheek or his lip. Feeling the dizzying ache of a sharp right hook to his ribs. He takes all his anger out on his opponents, but even the adrenaline of another victory isn't enough to light him up, and the once lackadaisical boy is haunted by your memory forever.

🍀 He thinks about the future he will never have, the babies you'll never carry, the children you'll never argue about naming. The wedding you'd have had but won't anymore. He can't stop thinking about everything he was so certain he would know one day, the happiness that you could have shared but won't now. He doesn't really believe he can grow old without you.

Isaiah

🐀 You perish in a house fire, one started by a rival gang who through a vodka bomb through the bedroom window. The house went up so quickly, the whole room ablaze and choked out with thick black smoke in what feels like seconds.

🐀 The two of you woke up already drugged by the toxins in the air and you fell onto the broken glass cutting yourself and crying out. Isaiah tried to get to you but a beam from the ceiling snapped, breaking the bed frame and then trapping your leg.

🐀 He fought despite being unable to see through the smoke, his lungs burning with every breath he spared himself. He shouted for you through the smoke and heard your cries, he thought you were crying for his help but you already knew you wouldn't free yourself from under that beam. You were shouting for him to leave you.

🐀 Of course Isaiah wouldn't have listened to you even if he had understood your screaming at him. Instead he crawled to you, tried with all his strength to shift the beam and free you. And perhaps he would have succeeded had Michael and John not burst through the door searching for you both, finding him and dragging him away as he shouted for you, refusing to let you go.

🐀 They had to fight him, trap his arms behind his back and pick him up, overpowering him and preventing him from killing himself trying to save you.

🐀 And he fucking hates them for it, he's so angry, he tries to fight his way back inside the building and John ends up pulling his gun on him, forcing him to give up

🐀 At which point he backs down, falls to his knees, coughing and crying, screaming into the cobblestones his whole body aching with the smoke inhalation and his grief. It's agony.

🐀 They have to take him to the hospital and they're genuinely concerned that if he doesn't get a grip on his grief, he's going to get himself thrown in the asylum. Michael has to grab him by the face, forehead to forehead "get a grip man, she's gone and nothing you do is going to bring her back, but if you get yourself locked up over her you'll never be able to cut the bastards who killed her!"

🐀 The promise of vengeance is the only thing that can focus him, draw him out of his mourning and steady him. He's breathing heavily, his heart racing, but he calms himself down, he does as Michael says. "You take deep fucking breaths and you do what the nurses tell you and you get fucking strong again yeah, physically, mentally..."

🐀 At your funeral he speaks and he struggles to hold it together but he does. He sheds a few tears and his hands shake but he stays strong.

🐀 He turns away from god, he argues with his father. If god exists why the fuck would he take a soul as pure as yours, why the fuck would he let you die. He wonders if it was done to punish him, he thinks he should have done more, should have been stronger, quicker, smarter.

🐀 He focusses all his energy on getting stronger, fighting harder, he spends a lot of time at the boxing gym training, he fights with Bonnie determined to build his strength so that he can be better. Its as if he thinks bettering himself will bring you back.

🐀 But in the end it only takes a couple drinks to dampen his resolve, to make him teary eyed. He cries a lot when he's drunk, cries to Bonnie or Michael, confesses he believes it was his fault. He needs his friends much more than he really knows.

Michael

☘️ He had that indestructible complex, an almost narcissistic belief that nothing bad could ever happen to him, which by extension meant nothing bad could ever happen to you either.

☘️ So when it does he can't believe it. He's too stunned to act fast, he sees the men with their guns, he hears the shot. He throws himself in front of you a moment too late and when he realises you've already been hit he can't believe it. He doesn't believe it.

☘️ He holds you close, shooting at the men until every last one of them is dying on the floor, bleeding out slowly just as you are.

☘️ He screams for help and when his mum bursts in she's sees you and realises that you're going to die. She tries to be calm, tries to reassure the two of you. She knows Michael won't accept the truth.

☘️ He gets angry when she moves slowly, calmly, only trying to ease your pain as you pass.

☘️ "You're not doing anything! Why aren't you fucking doing something?" and then he realises why, she gives him one look and he sees all the sorrow, the grief, and he understands, and his blood runs cold and he stops talking. He holds you, you're mumbling, trying to talk to him.

☘️ The tears are stinging in his eyes, they're blurring his vision and he gets angry with himself for crying, he wants to look at you, remember your face, he wants to hold you and tell you everything will be alright, he wants to offer you all the comfort and love left in him because he knows now that this is his last chance. But he can hardly get his words out and they're coming out choked. He sounds weak, he knows that if his cousins saw him like this they'd be ashamed of him. He can't even be strong for his girl when she's dying.

☘️ But he kisses you, presses his lips to your forehead and holds them there, mumbling a prayer.

☘️ "You're alright love, I love you, I know it hurts sweetheart, don't be scared alright, I'm... I'm here with you, I'm holding you, fuck... fuck I love you so much y/n,"

☘️ "Michael..." you manage, struggling through your own last words but desperate to get them out because he needs to know, you know he'll blame himself, you know he doesn't believe in himself enough to believe he can keep going without you, "you're going to be alright Michael, you're going to be alright..."

☘️ When you're gone he doesn't move, he just holds your lifeless body and cries, he feels shellshocked, he doesn't want to let go of you. And he doesn't, not emotionally, he holds you in his heart and on his mind for the rest of his life. He lies awake every night thinking of you, you were the first person he met who really believed in him.

☘️ Your last words to him feel so bitter, how could you say that to him, you must have known you were lying. How can he possibly be alright without you, he'll never feel anything close to happy again. You were his rock and without you he feels set adrift, helpless and hollow. He feels weak.

☘️ He blames himself for not being enough, for years he is angry and bitter, all this loathing for himself bubbling away and building inside him. He snaps at people, he's cruel, taking his grief out on anyone who provokes him.

☘️ He doesn't know how to heal and Polly fears he never will, she doesn't know how to help her son and doesn't think she ever will. She tries to steal him away from revenge but she can't. Michael is angry, vengeful, he wants to tear every man who associates with the gang responsible for you killing, limb from fucking limb.

☘️ And in the end its his drive to kill that gets him killed because he becomes so obsessed with his vengeance that he turns on everyone who tries to stop him. But he dies with a feeling of peace because as his life fades from him he hears your voice, hallucinates you holding his head in your lap, telling him he's going to be alright.

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Two

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

The man I attacked it is unconscious, tied up with vervain-soaked ropes. You set traps while he's in beauty sleep. By now, you'd think he'd be awake.

"If you think my brother will come here, you might be right. But he'll kill you and then rub it in my face that I'm an easy target." He says as he is waking up, he seems to be in some pain. I almost feel sorry for him.

"That's the point, dear man who I think is named Stefan. He already had the chance to kill me. And your idiotic brother decided to turn me into a vampire. So, tell me, what will be my fate this time? For what reason did that monster turn me into a soulless bloodsucker?" The resentment in my voice makes all the anger boil in my blood. Stefan seems to take pity on me, poor thing.

"Do you want to kill me to make him pay for the life he took from you?" Stefan is so understanding that it makes me want to vomit. I can kill him, and he wants to understand me. It's baffling how he's the brother of that psychopath.

"Killing you wouldn't give him even a third of what he deserves. I lost your life, killed my best friend during the transformation, and now I am being hunted by the clan that used to be my family." Saying this hurts in the soul, but you can't cry. Human emotions now seem so superficial.

"Almost all vampires go through this, dear, but they have the decency to attack the right person." Damon says behind you, and you smile. Finally, the rat is trapped in the mousetrap.

"You finally arrived at the party. I was starting to think your brother would die in your place." You say, while holding a stake in your hand.

"Your issue is with me, deal with me, and let him go. We can talk like adults, Y/N." Damon is so cynical it's laughable. He simply thinks he can get out of this situation with his fake charm. He could have done much better than that.

"You did this to me, tell me the reason, and your brother is free. No jokes or excuses. I want the truth, Salvatore." You continue to grip the wooden stake.

"You and I, we had a history. You asked me to make you forget. I couldn't let you die that way." Damon says, looking serious about it. What the hell is this?

"It can't be real... you're making up all this shit to deceive me." Something in you spirals out of control, as if it doesn't make sense. Him and you? It must be a joke. Damon gets close enough for the wooden stake in your hands to be aimed at his chest. Something stops you from killing him, but you still manage to land a punch on Damon's face. Congratulations, Y/N, you're definitely incompetent when it comes to annihilating a vampire.

He screams, perhaps more from the surprise of you managing to hurt him than from the pain itself. But unfortunately, your plan backfires. Damon catches up to you, and in an instant, your consciousness fades into darkness. At least you will die in peace. Until you feel a light calling you, or a voice with a light. Who knows, maybe it's God...You respond to the voice addressing you by your name, telling it to go to hell.

"Wake up, princess... I think you'll like the surprise." You finally open your eyes and see your personal nightmare smiling at you. Great, you've gone to hell, and the devil has taken on Damon's appearance.

"Not even dead I have peace..." You murmur as you feel your body stretched out. You are trapped by your legs, held down by a tree trunk.

"Darling, you're more alive than you think. Technically, you're dead, but being a vampire means eternal life, isn't it ironic?" Damon is a complete disaster in your life. He can't even serve to kill you.

"The Damon I've heard of would kill me for kidnapping his beloved brother and impaling him with a scythe, where is he?" You decide to provoke him to the point that he loses his temper.

"Your plan won't work, I'm a new man. Or a lighter version of what I used to be. But even the person I used to be wouldn't kill you." Damon responds in an enigmatic way.

"What are you going to do then, tough guy? Keep me here forever?" You add defiantly.

"If I knew, you wouldn't be hanging from a tree." Damon responds, his tone carrying a mix of frustration and resignation.

"Let me guess, your other moral compass can't know that you turned into vampire a good, innocent woman and then hung her from a tree like a piece of meat in a butcher shop?" You can tell you hit the mark by Damon's expression.

"Did you know that when you're quiet you look prettier?" Damon says as you swing from the tree. All you can think about is escaping.

"Go to hell with your compliment. I'm amazing at talking, hunting, and killing monsters like you." You retort aggressively.

"You're still the same woman you were in the past. Just as boring as before." You feel like you should fight back, but you are flooded with momentary memory. A blurry memory surfaces, where you were running in a forest. Your favorite bow in one hand and a wooden-tipped arrow in the other. The memory unfolds, Damon chasing you like a regular human being. In fact, everything in this memory feels oddly normal. You stop running to catch your breath and end up facing Damon. He stares at you for a few moments and then kisses you slowly. You succumb to his intoxicating lips as he lifts you off the ground. The whole recollection feels like a scene from a movie.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in someone's bed. You feel blood trickling from your nose. Stefan arrives in the room seconds later with a tissue in his hand.

"You finally woke up, I thought you were going to die. Damon brought you and since he still doesn't know how to explain who you are to him, I had to let you here." Stefan speaks naturally and you wonder what these idiots are planning by making you stay at their house.

"It looks like we're going to have to adapt to each other because I'm not going to leave here without knowing what these memories are and what they mean." You say, adjusting yourself on the bed and noticing that you are handcuffed to the bed.

"Welcome to the Salvatore mansion, here until you are considered a non-threat, you will be stuck with something. Understood?" Stefan says while get some blood for you. He puts some in your mouth, and you feel slightly relieved. But it triggers a trigger in you and once again you have a vision. This time with Stefan, in this vision, he's carrying you on his back. You wake up from the vision feeling so confused and even a little nauseous.

"Who the hell were you to me before?" You say looking at Stefan who looks as confused as you. It looks like your stay with the Salvatores is going to be a complex journey.

[deadbydangit]

I really liked the survivor turned killer one! You wrote that request really well <33

Is it alright to ask for a part 2? This time with Knight, Trickster, Spirit, Pyramid Head, and Jake? I understand if you don't do part 2's though! <33

I can totally do part 2. I'm glad you enjoyed the first one. I hope you enjoy this one.

Knight, Trickster, Spirit, Pyramid Head, Jake

Knight

Torhos didn't like having you in trials.

You were too meek.

Fighting and hunting wasn't in your blood.

As weak as you were, he didn't mind being around you.

Perhaps you were too kind, because the other pathetic survivors pushed you around.

To come to someone's aid, then throw them into the pit?

He finds that rather deplorable.

But seeing you here, as a killer?

The Entity really was a cruel one.

Personally, he'll take you under his wing.

When he first approached you, he bowed as a symbol of peace and good intention.

Be grateful, he's taking time to teach you to be a proper killer.

The others are equally as interested in teaching you.

You have a ways to go.

But he rather enjoys watching your progress.

You'll make it. Those survivors will pay for their insolence.

Trickster

You must've known who he was in the real world.

There would be no other reason a survivor would be so kind to him, right?

But when he found out you did that for the other killers...

He was baffled.

Someone being nice for nothing in return?

Especially to someone who is about to kill you?

Interesting.

He took a particular liking to you.

You were like a diamond in a pile of coal.

Watching how you scrambled to save the others, only for them to push you to the dirt.

He found it... Oddly irritating.

He had never really cared about anyone else before.

It was a shame when you vanished.

But here you are again. And on their side no less.

You would get to meet the great Ji-Woon Hak without fearing death.

But you weren't afraid of death. You were afraid of rejection.

He put down all his weapons. Trying to indicate he had no ill will.

He isn't very good about supporting and listening to others, but he'll try.

Fear not. He'll build your confidence from the ground up.

Those survivors will rue the day they hurt his little gem.

Spirit

Even before you were a killer, Rin took pity on you.

Being used as a meat shield? Being thrown in front of her as bait?

Shameful!

A team's purpose is to work together to complete a common goal.

That's a cultural idea that has been driven into her.

The needs of society over the needs of the individual.

You were making your contribution, but your teammates rejected the idea.

Deplorable.

She often let you go, staring into your eyes' with sympathy and sadness.

Your disappearance troubled her greatly.

At least you would be free.

Rin was, to say the least, surprised to see you as a killer.

You didn't belong here. This wasn't fair.

She found herself angry for you.

Approaching you was a bit easier, since the two of you had some sort of relationship before hand.

She wouldn't let you suffer alone.

Not like she did.

She would take on your pain and help you exact your revenge against those who wronged you.

Pyramid Head

He punished those who sinned.

Those who were cruel. The ones who deserved it.

You? You didn't.

You were pure and kind.

He would often ignore you in trials.

But you would interfere to save others.

The same ones who would throw you to the ground like you were trash.

They were trash. They shouldn't be allowed to taint purity.

Then, you were gone.

Perhaps you went somewhere better. Somewhere where your kindness would be rewarded.

But you weren't.

You were a killer now.

He wasn't sure how to approach you, knowing he couldn't actually talk.

He decided to sit a ways away, watching you. Letting you know he was there.

He could only listen, but he made you feel safe.

He made you feel like you weren't trash.

He would show all those sinners what happens when trash like them dare lay hands on someone like you.

Jake Park

He never really fit in himself, so he could empathize in that situation.

Yeah, being kind to the killers was certainly weird.

But, it wasn't something the others should punish you for.

It's not like it affected them in any way.

You were always helping the team.

So he didn't really understand why they treated you so horribly.

Then, one day, you were gone.

He figured the Entity had grown bored of you and threw you into the void.

Until he threw the pallet down on the new killer, turning around and looking.

He could recognize those eyes anywhere.

None of this was fair.

Across the pallet, he took your hands with a sigh.

He gave you a sad, but sweet smile.

He wasn't going to let anything else happen to you.

He'd be there this time.

[thescarsilivewith-if]

For the Justice or Revenge question:

For Zaire, it's definitely justice. Early on after the rescue, his sense of self is very diminished. So he puts on a mantle of ideals. What would The Ideal Monarch do? What would his father have wanted him to choose?

Zaire always wanted to be kind. He wanted to be good. And if he takes himself out of the equation and only looks at the facts, he knows what he must do. He wants to restore order with as little suffering as possible. And he wants the peace to last, which means that he does not go on a revenge trip. Yes, he will punish those who were involved in the plot. Yes, he will try to find every festering root and branch and deal with it accordingly. But he knows that he cannot dig too deep. If he did that, he would find no peace. He would spiral. Some systems and connections are so old that they predate the establishment of the Monarchy, if you will. You should not touch those. So for the good of his country, he'll stop. His justice ends there.

He wants to hug Sahyra. He wants to wake up next to Naja again. He wants to meet with Valaahr and listen to them speak about everything and nothing. He wants to drink tea with his other parents and siblings. After they meet, he wants to cherish Kaela. He wants to build his life from the ashes and for that to work, you have to stop scorching the earth. There's been enough pain. Let there be happiness.

So that is Zaire's justice and his revenge. He knows he HAS to stop. To be fair and wise. Is it easy? Hell no. Will he make mistakes along the way? Hell yes. There will be days and nights where he stumbles, where he lays awake at night and wonders: Was it enough? Was it not? But he will try so, so hard to be the person his father hoped he would be. So he lets go. And that itself should be a victory.

On a side note, when Dehyjr's trial begins, Zaire begins the list of charges with misdeeds which affected the citizens. Choices he made through Sahyra, laws he implemented, edicts, anything. How he meddled and bribed and manipulated. Then comes Sahyra and the harem. How Dehyjr wronged Zaire's direct family. How he detained them. How he used his own child like a pawn, a puppet on a string. How he defaced and demolished Cash'el's statue, just to send a message. And only then would Zaire list how Dehyjr has wronged the Monarch(y). He would take himself out of the equation and if it were up to him, he wouldn't have to list those charges as he considers the others to weigh heavier. But if he didn't go "Oh, by the by, what you did to the reigning Monarch? Not good." some fool might think ":) hey, Dehyjr didn't get punished, I should try to do the same thing!" This is about setting a precedent more so than Zaire's own feelings on the matter. This justice is not for him. It is for the Monarch.

(He's good at Not Looking at what was done to Zaire, all the trauma which affected him, personally. He puts that in a box and then has a panic attack in his chambers later and then goes "wow, I wonder where that came from! Anyway, I'll continue to not examine that too closely!!")

As always, Ashyereh is the polar opposite. They want revenge and they're not afraid to (ab)use their power to get it. Whereas Zaire stops and tries to mete out punishment in accordance with the severity of the crime while avoiding executions, Ashyereh does not. Some are killed publicly, en masse via hanging, but others... Oh, you were involved in the plot? You don't even get the pleasure of hanging. You will be locked away in the gaol where you slowly, inevitably, go mad from the lack of food and contact, from the lack of stimulus. And then, months down the road, you'll be quietly killed. Taking their lives swiftly is a kindness these traitors do not deserve.

Dehyjr gets the public execution though. A beheading. It is the only kindness they will afford for Sahyra, if you could even call it that.

And Ashyereh doesn't stop there but their revenge isn't necessarily very public. It's subtle. It is quiet. A family tearing itself apart as sibling fights parent, fights their other sibling(s). A nameless, faceless heir eventually takes over, loyal to the Monarch. A long settled feud flaring up again until the families are power- and penniless. Deals and contracts falling through as another family rises to glory, usurping them both. A high ranking official, dead in a brothel, overindulgence having killed them, their poor heart just simply couldn't take it. Illnesses, with no known cure.

Such a shame that such misfortune befell them all...

It's all spaced out, to lessen suspicion, but Ashyereh is ruthless in their pursuit. Relentless. They snip at the tree, collect apples, cut branches.

And the worst thing? This isn't born from anger. It is born from pragmatism and self-preservation both. If Ashyereh takes out these people who could (and have) hurt them, there will be less chances of a repeat incident in the future. This is the only way they can protect themselves (and the ROs), so that no one can use or hurt them ever again.

But they wouldn't call it revenge.

Because what is revenge, if not their form of justice?

As always, I am delighted to hear about Zaire and Ashyereh. Where one bears a soul still gentle and compassionate, if empty of that naivety they once possessed, the latter perceives the world through lenses that for others might seem very distorted.

But to them, all is so clear. Their justice is, however brutal and unforgiving, a form of protection and preservation.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 14 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

"What do you mean? If you aren't here to kill me for revenge like they said, then what are you planning?"

Aspen looked at me, silently telling me to explain later.

"It's true I told them that," Michael responded.

"It was the most logical, the most obvious choice but I have bigger plans. The element of surprise, if you will. I've been monitoring the pack from afar for years, Simon and you want to know the craziest thing? Vince is getting weaker. The pack is getting weaker."

I cocked my head to the side.

When I had seen him a few days ago he looked perfectly healthy.

During those unwarranted visions of his 'night excursions' with random girls, he seemed perfectly fine.

"His wolf is weakened," he continued.

"He can barely shift properly. The perfect opportunity to strike. An Alpha that can't defend his own territory."

"You'd attack the pack."

I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"How would that get what you want?"

"Nothing could get me what I really want. My mates dead, Simon. Nothing will bring him back but I can force his hand. A duel, if you must. I'll strip him of his power, gain control of the pack and make it right, how our father wanted it. Honor his legacy and all that. You'll get what you want..."

"And what is it you think I could want?" I interrupted.

"There's nothing for me there."

Suddenly, Michael didn't seem very trusting at all.

Fighting for the Alpha role was risky and against your own brother was shameful and if he really was that weak as Michael said he was, that was worst.

Aspen and Cedar seemed to watch us go back and forth like a tennis match, almost frightened to say anything but I couldn't blame them.

Despite how badly I would love to believe Michael could grant us what we wanted, there was no reason for us to trust him in going along with his plan at all.

"The bond," Michael interjected.

"No matter how much you want to loathe him, you still crave him. You want it to work out despite the hell he put you through."

I clenched my teeth, afraid to say anything.

"You hate the fact that you know he's getting weaker. You want to be there for him, to comfort him. You hate that there's some imposter Luna in your place, who could never be his real mate."

Aspen growled lowly from the mention of Sarah.

As much as I wanted to argue, Michael was partially right.

Vince had ruined my life, no doubt about that but the bond gave me mixed signals.

It wanted to make things right between us, even though it was impossible.

"Vince would never see me more than a rogue, a traitor. He'd rather jump off a cliff than even look at me," I replied softly.

"Sure, it's improbable but that is your home, Simon," Michael stepped closer.

"Your family, your belongings. All the things you had to leave behind. You can finally grieve."

My breath hitched thinking about my childhood home.

The now empty, probably torn down building that had been once so lively.

The idea of going back seemed so foreign but Michael made it seem so attainable.

"So what?" I sighed.

"You walk up to him, beat him in a duel and what? Make us pack members and then what?"

"Simon," Aspen warned.

"Are you actually considering this?"

"You can do what you wish, Simon," Michael replied.

"I'm offering the three of you a home, a real one. You'll have freedoms, education, protection. The pain of the bond will be lessened with you there."

"Vince may never realize the beauty of the bond," Michael continued.

"But he'll feel the pain you've experienced. He'll finally understand the pain he put you through. You'll get the apology you always deserved."

I had so many questions and concerns.

This plan was far from full-proof.

There was no guarantee that Vince would allow it.

He could easily sick some Betas at us to kill us and how did Michael even know what I was going through.

The only similarities was that we were kicked out.

My mate wasn't murdered, his family was still alive.

From what I heard from Lucas, they were at least mated.

Vince barely acknowledged my existence.

"What's in it for you?" Aspen asked.

"You become Alpha? That's it?"

Michael scoffed.

"Vince should've never been Alpha. It was supposed to be me all along. Our father had groomed and educated me the most on what to do and how to run the pack. I helped him fix the RCPP, worked with other pack relations. I knew the ins and outs of the pack, my father's deepest and darkest secrets. Vince never even had a clue and I lose it all because of the gender of my mate? Because it was too radical? What a fucking hypocrite. Vince doesn't even know that he's following in the same footsteps of our father."

"What do you mean?"

I was hesitant to ask.

Michael rolled his eyes, looking towards the treeline.

"Isn't it obvious? Why hasn't our mother gone insane from our father's death? Why did he start the RCPP in the first place? Our father rejected his true mate. A male wolf he kicked out."

My breath hitched and the reality sunk in.

"The irony, right?" Michael tried to joke.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. So what do you say? Are you in?"

[your-next-daydream]

I would like to see more headcanons of Deadpool 👉👈 (i love your writing, you got his character sooo right 💜)

Of course I can!

Gender not specified reader

It wasn't specified exactly what you want so I'll do just random hcs if that's ok.

* he wants to get a snake or a spider that's venomous because it wouldn't effect him. He ended up getting one and completely forgot that you aren't immune like he is. "Holy fuck I'm so sorry darling I'll handle it but look how cute it is! I mean it can't be that bad." As revenge you eventually picked it up and threw it at his dick. "Sugar tits I feel like I deserved that, but now I can't use my dick for a while so more like it sucks for you."

* if you ever read a book around him he'll take it and hold it up in the air so you'll give him attention.

* Ok so you know those hugs where someone will come up behind you and slide their hands in you shirt? He does that don't change my mind.

* randomly just throws snacks at you when he thinks you haven't been eating. Or he'll sit there and eat with you.

* randomly just fucking bites you? It doesn't matter where or when it just happens.

* he taught you how to fight with one of his katanas just in case something happens.

*anytime you leave to go anywhere he will slip a knife in your bag/pocket. He put a grenade in there once...

* he doesn't really like putting you at risk but he thinks it would be funny if you played as bait on a mission and he came out like "sorry Hun I'm back with the.... groceries?"

* tried to have you wear his suit once but you just kinda stepped away and said "that smells like drugs and blood, and as much as that is hot please go wash that thing."

* he has literally ripped his arm off just to reach something for you.

* on Halloween he thought it'd be funny to dress up as Freddy Krueger and had you dress up as Jason. Y'all ended up scaring so many people including some people he needed to get off the ol kill list.

* when Christmas comes around he makes a warm peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream and flings pieces at you so he can lick it up.

* he called you in the middle of an investigation on someone set up the phone waved sweetly and proceeded to start beating the person up.

* his friends are your friends meaning you have protection like no other. Also a lot of fun stories are shared.

* someone at the "bar" hit on you once and he was so proud how you made that person look like an idiot.

((that is kinda short I'm really sorry, feel free to request anyone else!))

[slasherscream]

some ideas for the crazy ass boy gang:

[yandere ver.] how their obsession starts. or how they react to the reader developing stockholm syndrome.

[normal crazy boys] crazy boys meeting their s/o parents (please!). crazy boys with a really innocent, naive s/o.

A/N: decided to go with how the obsession starts but please send back in the parent one i love it

YANDERE!CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + how the obsession starts

billy loomis: You're a victim to be at first. This leads to the usual stalking and getting to know you. After all, it's no fun to kill victims that he knows nothing about. Then he doesn't know what makes them tick. Getting close is the only way to learn the best way to terrorize someone. But you're so earnest with him as he gets to know you. You're vulnerable with him in ways that are downright foolish, you barely know him. Your vulnerability and openness are what save you from the chopping block and toss you into the fire.

josh washington: There are two types of yandere!Josh

1) He's yandere for you before the events of the mountain. He saw you laughing with your friends. Someone told a joke, and it made the loudest laugh he'd ever heard tumble out of you. It shocked even you. As the sweet sound echoed through the courtyard of your campus you covered your mouth, embarrassed. You didn't see him, but he saw you. You were the cutest thing he'd ever seen. When he saw you next week at a party, he couldn't help but chase after you. He had to know you.

2) You were friends before the mountain. Good friends. Best friends. He distanced himself from you when he lost the twins. When he got his revenge on all your friends a year later you were devastated. Then you had to focus on surviving the night. And survive you did. You were the only one to survive, actually. It was something you couldn't live with.

When you went back up the mountain you didn't know what you were looking for. What you found was Josh, barely human. You take him back home with you and it's like a spell is broken. He's got jagged teeth now, and his hands are more like claws. But he's Josh. You made him Josh again, when he was more human than monster you saved him. Came back for him. Even when he didn't deserve to be saved. How could he ever let you go?

stu macher: At first, he's bothering you just because it's fun to get you riled up. Somehow that spirals into stalking you. He watches the way you interact with other people. Watches you with your friends, your family, your teachers. He's not sure what about you he can't get out of his head. Maybe he'll never know. What he does know is that he wants you, and that he'll have you.

jason dean/jd: You're different from everyone else. You walk unafraid of standing out, for better or worse. He's always been drawn to people like that. You don't even have to be outrageously unique. He notices the slightest little idiosyncrasies of the people around him. For weeks you'll feel someone's eyes on you and turn around to find no one there. When JD does approach you, you instantly know, just by looking in his eyes, that he's been the one watching you. But he's just as magnetic as you are, and you won't be able to resist his draw even though you sense an oncoming storm.

kevin khatchadourian: You're a strange mix of traits that infuriate him and traits he admires (as much as he can admire anything.) You're intelligent but naive. Shrewd but it's clouded by a hopeless compulsion to search for the bright side in every person or situation. You're a bit of a conundrum. At first, you're a part-time amusement. It's been a long time since something has amused him. Then he can't stop thinking about you. About the way you interact with other people. So joyful and carefree and loving. With him you're cautious. You dance around him as if you know how dangerous he is, but you always come back. He tolerates it and tries to convince himself he doesn't care. He's never cared. But he can't lie to himself forever. You're a flighty little bird that's in need of a cage. He's more than willing to clip your wings.

nathan prescott: You're not afraid of him but you're also not confrontational with him. Every interaction you share with Nathan involves a degree of polite neutrality that he just isn't used to. You don't kiss up to him, but you don't scoff at him. You're never aggressive, but you don't cower either. You stand your ground with a quiet confidence that sets you apart from everyone around you. He gets closer to you inch by inch, fighting with himself every step of the way. You're a flame that he's drawn to. He's terrified that you'll burn him, but he dreams about basking in your warmth.

sebastian valmont: You're genuine. His life is defined by deceit, manipulation, games. It's all he's ever known. He thought he loved it. It's real-life chess and he's the best player there is. Then he met you. At first, you're just another toy. But you sidestep his every move without even knowing you're playing a game. The longer the chase goes on the more he gets to know you. You don't wear any sort of mask or hide who you are. It captivates him. As he was trying to seduce you you wound up seducing him with the depth of your sincerity. His life is full of the showy, shallow, and worthless. You're the only thing that's real. You're the first thing he's ever loved.

david mccall: You’re together with David when his obsession starts. It’s the way you love that makes him crazy about you. You look up at him as if he’s your world. You smile at him like he’s the only thing that matters. When you touch him it’s with tenderness. He’s never had anyone love him before. He’s had people want him. Wanting is easy. Loving is work, it’s all consuming. It’s new to him. It’s addicting.

[smegdwarf]

But Who Could Love Me? (Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 9

A/N: 3 chapters in 3 days holy crapoly!

Warnings: This chapter does get a little tense (Rimmer has a breakdown) and I guess some implied smut 😏

Summary: Basically giving Rimmer the love he deserves :p

"What do you want me to do?" Rimmer shouted after you as he chased you down the corridor.

"Well for a start you need to tell Lister what you've done with Kochanski's disc?" You stood with your arms crossed.

"I can't tell him, he'll flush me out of an airlock" Rimmer  was full of panic about possibly losing you "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, I understand why you did it but you need to tell him!" You spoke sternly as you walked off, turning back after a few steps "and until you do ...I'm off limits"

Despite telling him not to worry about you he quite clearly was, it also wasn't long before the others picked up on the tension between you two,  hoping that distancing yourself from him would make him act quicker.

"Morning!" You smiled as you walked into Starbug's cockpit, standing next to Rimmer's chair as he looked at you a little upset that you weren't being your usual self, leaning against his chair.

"Krytes found a derelict on the scanner, thought we'd check it out before we head home" Lister smiled, clearly Rimmer hadn't told him yet.

"Sleep well?" Rimmer tried to spark conversation.

"Yeah fine thanks" You didn't even look at him as you sat down in Cat's seat, the feline must've already been on his second nap of the day, after all he has prepare for his main snooze.

"Is everyting ok ma'am?" Kryten asked as you turned to smile at him.

"Ooh trouble in paradise?" Lister smirked as Rimmer squirmed in his seat.

"No we're fine aren't we Arnie?" You smiled at Rimmer who was completely confused by your behaviour.

"Sure" He gave you a half hearted smile.

"Right bring her in Listy, I'll go wake up Cat" You patted Lister on the shoulder.

"Good luck!" Lister laughed.

"I don't need luck Listy!" You smirked as you left.

Before long you were all on the derelict, creeping quietly through the ship as the scanner in your hands lit up.

"Hmm theres life signs" You grumbled, Kryten peering over your shoulder to look at the scanner.

"Suggest we split into two groups" Kryten suggested "We're more of a target together"

"Kryten lets go!" Rimmer turned to leave as you shot your arm out in front of him.

"Krytes take Cat and Lister ...goalpost head is with me" You replied straight faced as the others walked off.

"I don't think the name calling was necessary?" Rimmer grumbled as you walked on.

It didn't take long for Rimmer to get frustrated with the silent treatment as you continued to walk round quietly, consistently monitoring the scanner in your hand.

"I know you're angry that I lied about Kochanski's disc and that you're off limits but you could at least talk to me" Rimmer finally broke the tension.

"You still haven't told him have you?" You asked not taking your eyes away from the scanner.

"I will tell him, but I want you to stop ignoring me" Rimmer replied as you stopped him at the end of the corridor buzzed.

"Can we talk about this later?" You whispered.

"Why can't we talk about it now?" He asked.

"Shh" You shushed him as you brought your finger to your lips.

"Y/N?" With a swift swing of your arm your hand was plastered over Rimmer's mouth.

"Take this and keep that" You whispered as pointed to his mouth and handed him the scanner "quiet!"

Your hand over his mouth was the only touch he had received from you since he confessed about the holo disc and while it wasn't exactly what he wanted ...it was still something and if it weren't for you holding a loaded bazookoid he would've had you against the wall with his lips firmly against yours. Those thoughts were knocked straight out of his mind by the sound of you firing the bazookoid although he was shocked to see the life form you had been tracking frozen in its tracks instead dead in a heap on the floor.

"How did you...? The bazookoids can't..." Rimmer couldn't quite finish a full sentence.

"I'm an engineer and we're 3 million years into deep space ...I get bored alright" You grumbled as you went over to the frozen creature "Niiice"

"I only asked" Rimmer muttered  "What is it?"

"Some sort of transforming mutant" You pondered over it, resisting the urge to poke and prod it. For all you knew it could be poisonous or toxic.

"Polymorph?" Rimmer asked.

"A polymorph transforms into to different objects to blend with its surroundings" You looked at the mutant curiously "This simply turns itself invisible"

"Well what does it do?" Rimmer was growing impatient.

"I think I know" You smiled "But I'll need to Kryten to confirm"

"Meanwhile we're going to stay here with this thing ...how long will it stay frozen for?" Rimmer was starting to panic at the thought of hanging around an unknown mutant.

"Hey Krytes we've found the life form, we're at the end of B deck" You spoke into your watch.

"On our way ma'am" Kryten's voice replied through the watch.

With the derelict not even being a quarter of the size of the dwarf it didn't take long for the other 3 to find you. Rimmer was sat on the floor, leaning against a wall with his legs stretched out sulking while you were completely fascinated by the creature you had frozen.

"Is that it?" Lister asked as he spotted that it was frozen "Have you been modifying things again?"

"So what if i have? shoot me" You smiled as Lister chuckled "What do you think Kryten?

Before Kryten could answer the frozen mutant broke free, transforming into a huge green skinny monster, spitting as it hissed at you all.

"It's a psy-mutant" Kryten could just about be heard over the screeching.

"What the hell is a psy-mutant?"  Lister shouted.

"Much like a psy-moon, a psy-mutant feeds of a persons pysche and transforms into their strongest negative emotion" Kryten explained.

"So who's it feeding of?" Rimmer asked as everyone locked and loaded their bazookoids.

"You  sir!" Kryten answered as everyone sighed and rolled their eyes ...of course it was.

"Arnie ...thats your jealousy!" You looked at Rimmer and you could've sworn that had he been alive and had a heart you would've seen it drop to the floor, he never meant for this, he knew his jealousy was a problem but he never meant for it to become everyone else's problem.

"What have you got to be jealous about?" Lister growled as Rimmer became paralysed by the fear and guilt of being confronted by his jealousy.

"Should we shoot?" Cat asked.

"The bazookoids won't touch it" You sighed "The only way to defeat this thing is if you let it out"

"Let it out?" Rimmer looked at you a little confused but mostly terrified.

"If you keep this all bottled up, that thing will keep munching on it and we wont stand a chance but if you just say whats on your mind, let everything out thats causing your jealousy it wont have anything to feed on and we can kill it" You explained "I know its difficult Arnie but its the only way"

"I c..can't" Rimmer stuttered, the both of you knew it wasn't just his jealousy it was feeding on, it was slurping up his guilt too.

"Rimmer you need to tell him now" You looked at him, your eyes glistening over as you knew that what was about to happen was going to torture him "You'll feel so much better Arnie I promise"

"I'm so sorry" Rimmer looked at you with so much guilt and sorrow in his eyes as tears fell down his cheek.

"Don't worry about me, its Lister you need to talk to" You had almost forgot about the others watching you "Tell him Arnie"

"Tell me what?" Lister grew concerned.

"I..I ...I flushed Kochanski's disc out of an airlock" Rimmer stuttered as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, the jealousy monster letting out a loud screech as it took a hit.

"Ah ...this is awkward" Lister looked at the floor.

"What do you mean?" You asked as you anticipated his answer, he already knew and had already plotted his revenge unbeknown to anyone else.

"I already knew about that ...and in retaliation  ...I might have flushed your revision time tables" Lister replied as a small smile formed on Rimmer's face.

"I suppose thats fair" Rimmer sighed.

"Ok I'm glad thats all sorted but that green gooey thing is still here" Cat reminded them.

"I said everything why is it still here?" Rimmer asked.

"Because thats not everything is it Arnie?" You spoke softly "Maybe it would be easier if you three gave us a moment"

"Are you sure?" Lister asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't worry I'll kick its arse if I need too" You smiled as he nodded and lead the others away "Arnie you can do this"

"I don't want to think about it" Rimmer scrunched his eyes closed.

"Arnie you can do this" You spoke softly and calmly.

"No I can't" He shook his head as he fought back the tears.

"Yes you can" You smiled as you turned him away from the creature,  cupping his face in your hands "I know you can"

"Why are you with me?" Rimmer started to break down.

"Because I love you" You could feel the tears fighting to escape your own eyes.

"I'm out of my mind, I'm a jealous good for nothing waste of space" Rimmer sniffed as you let his forehead rest against yours "If I didn't have such a problem with getting the breaks, if I didn't get jealous every time someone else was happy, if I just shut myself away from the world maybe this wouldn't have happened, I'm not supposed to be happy, things aren't meant to go my way. I don't deserve anything"

"You know thats not true" You sobbed as you heart ached listening to Rimmer completely breakdown.

"Even my own parents didn't like me or my brothers" Rimmer kept his eyes shut tight.

"None of the way you're feeling right now is your fault Arnie" You kept your voice quiet so only he could hear you "It's not your fault you were treated so poorly, you do deserve to be happy ...more than anyone"

"Then why does everyone treat me so badly?" Rimmer sobbed, it felt strangely relieving for him to be so open and vulnerable and not be shot down further, his legs began to give way underneath him as he fell to the floor. Dropping down beside him and wrapping him up in your arms, gently rocking him back and forth as he cried. He hadn't even noticed the mutant had gone.

"Unfortunately some people are just awful" You spoke softly in his ear before placing a much awaited kiss next to the 'h' on his forehead "and those people don't deserve you in their lives"

"Please never leave me" Rimmer looked up at you, his eyes glossy and his cheeks puffy and red.

"That never even crossed my mind Arnie" You smiled as Rimmer's lips started to curl.

"I love you" Rimmer sniffed as his hand found its way to your cheek.

"I love you too Arnie" You smiled as you helped him up off the floor "Lets get you back to Starbug"

"The mutant's gone?" It was only now that Rimmer remembered why they were there.

"You defeated it!" You grinned as he chuckled "Come on lets get out of here"

Once back on Starbug with the others Rimmer opted to go to bed, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

"I'll wake you up when we're back on the dwarf alright" You smiled sweetly as you leant down to kiss him on the cheek before turning off the lights and going back to the rest of crew. 

Thankfully you weren't that far away so it wasn't long before you were back home. You assumed Rimmer had gone to his bunk to go back to sleep as you curled up in yours to read, so when he suddenly appeared in your door way at 3am you were a little surprised.

"I thought you were sleeping" You smiled as he stood in the doorway  with his hands behind his back.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep" Rimmer spoke quietly.

"Lister not up? It's not his bedtime yet?" You asked "Are you coming in?"

"He's happily munching on a curry I brought up for him" Rimmer looked down at the floor "And I didn't want to over step boundaries"

"Are you ok?" You looked at him a little concerned " Come in I won't bite ...not this time"

"Its nothing, just feeling a little bad about what happened and I know he flushed my timetables but I wanted to do something to say sorry" Rimmer blushed as he walked into your quarters "I mean he is my friend after all"

"Are you sure you're ok?" You laughed as Rimmer chuckled "Don't worry I won't tell him you called him your friend"

"Thanks" Rimmer smiled, revealing the beautiful bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back "These are for you"

"Where on io did you get these from?" You grinned as he handed them to you "They're gorgeous!"

"Kryten has been working in the botanical gardens, he let me take some flowers to make you a bouquet ...I should show you some time you'll love it" Rimmer was babbling, pleased to see you smiling.

"Thank you Arnie!" You smiled at him as you filled an empty red plastic cup with water to put the flowers in.

"Thank you for putting up with me" Rimmer mumbled.

"What are you muttering about?" You laughed a little as you raised your eyebrow at him.

"After what I put you through over the last couple of weeks, you're still here" Rimmer had gone back to the nervous, innocent person when you first started dating.

"You don't give up on someone you love" You gently took his hand in yours.

"Even if they're as messed up as me?" Rimmer's eyes finally met yours.

"I love you no matter what, you know that" You smiled as you stared into the chocolate brown eyes staring back at you.

"I really don't deserve you" Rimmer eyes lit up as he smiled.

"Hey no more putting yourself down ok?" You gently squeezed his hand "Promise?"

"Promise!" Rimmer chuckled.

"Now are you going to kiss me or not?" You smirked as Rimmer took off his jacket and threw it to the side of the room, after a little over two weeks of not being able to touch, hold or kiss you he was definitely a little touch starved.

"I thought you'd never ask" Rimmer grinned as he held your face in his hands, feeling his body press against yours as he brought you into the most passionate kiss he had ever given you or anyone for that matter, his arms dropping to your waist, sitting perfectly at the bottom of your back as you let your hands rest on his chest, feeling each other smile between kisses "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"I already assumed you would" You laughed as you brought him into another kiss.

"I love you" Rimmer replied softly as he took your hand in his and walked you over to the bed as you both sat down.

"I love you too Arnold Judas Rimmer" You smiled sweetly, his face lighting up like a child on christmas as you said the words. Delicately tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his fingertips he leant in to kiss you again, his arm around your waist as you both slowly fell down onto your bunk.

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Robin Hood Rewatch: 2x08 Get Carter!

This is actually one of my favourite episodes of the season, partly because I really enjoy relationship angst, but mostly because we get multiple characters dealing with their trauma/grief. If we can't get these guys and gals into therapy, at least we get to see them talk (and hug) it out.

Also the best episode title they're had for a while - I have no doubt one of the writers is a fan, and Carter is so named only because they wanted to make this reference. The assassin seeking revenge for a dead brother is wholesale lifted from the plot of the film, and Joseph Kennedy almost has a passing resemblance to Michael Caine's look in that role.

"Get Carter - before Carter gets you!"

Carter is one of the only guest stars they actually will bring back later, and for good reason.

"Why don't you ever kiss my ring?" Vaisey, always making things creepy.

Marian is simmering with unrestrained anger, eager to get into the fight, while Robin is the one advocating for the watch and see approach, and it’s quite the role reversal.

The gang's reaction to her charging off is quite funny though, she knocks John over completely and Djaq throws her hands in the air.

Robin’s now getting a taste of what the rest of the gang have to put up with dealing with his recklessness.

Tying Marian up in the middle of a melee, however, is disgusting behaviour - while Marian was hot-headed throwing herself into the fight (nothing Robin hasn't done before himself), he knows that she can hold her own with a sword and doesn't need protecting. Tying her hands is the absolute worst thing he could have done, because how is she meant to defend herself? I can somewhat understand where Robin is coming from in this episode (even if he goes about it badly), but this is unjustifiable.

Clearly she gave that guard she clanked on the head amnesia, because he never reports back that Marian was fighting with the gang.

“I owe you my life”/“I won’t take it just yet.” Nice.

Scimitar is still missing in action.

Robin doesn’t want Marian to be seen in case she needs to return to the castle, when he’s spent the whole season urging for her to join the gang. I think he realises he made a mistake asking her to flee last episode without giving her time to deal with her grief, and wants to leave her options open. But telling her that she’s not ready to make the decision (about whatever she wants to go back), however correct, is patronising.

There's a fundamental conflict that Marian wants to be treated like a member of the gang, but doesn't want to cede to Robin's authority like the rest of the gang - in turn Robin expects her to follow his orders like the others, but isn't treating her like he would the others either - he would never tie them up to keep them out of a fight, and Marian has every right to pissed at him about it.

Djaq and Much having a little tête-à-tête about Carter - I just really enjoy that they’re often paired together in these gang scenes, they balance/play off each other so well. Just this pure platonic frazzled vs calm vibe.

Much just has this really great memory for faces - he was able to recognise fake Richard last season just from his profile despite wearing a helmet, and now he knows he remembers Carter's face from somewhere (or as it will turn out, Carter's brother).

Much really just does not let up, and I love that about him. "You'll be disappointed though, with uh, today's wound. I mean if you're planning to go back to the Holy Land and, uh, kill him." That not so subtle probing for information and Sam Troughton's delivery is always perfect.

"Wasn't me, was it?" Oh Much, so close.

“The crusty one” - lol

It's not explicit, but implied that Vaisey and Guy believe Edward was the one passing information to Robin, and Marian is cleared of any suspicion (paving the way for her return). Guess Guy never showed the Sheriff that hair dagger after all.

Vaisey is actually giving Guy some really good advice here, albeit laced with his usual cruelty and getting all up in Guy's personal space.

"Grow up Gisborne" - now I don't think it's deliberate on Vaisey's part to invoke a Marian parlance, seeing as she really only says this to Robin (and once to Much), but it's a nice little callback, however unintentional.

Marian asks for an apology (and deserves one), but Robin doubles down and doesn't come out of this exchange well.

Because his delivery is terrible, but he's otherwise quite correct - as skilled as Marian is, she’s used to relying on (and having to worry about) only herself and not work in a team, and look to a single point of command. But both of them have their backs up - they're two strong personalities and neither is going to give ground, reverting to the ideological clashes of season 1, except now in much closer quarters.

Robin's also not used to being challenged in this particular way, and in his frustration is reacting like a captain disciplining a soldier, not a lover helping their partner through their grief. I do wonder if the conversation would have gone differently if they'd been alone.

lol at the gang awkwardly standing around listening to Robin and Marian fight. Djaq trying to busy herself with her mortar and pestle as Robin and Marian argue around her.

A really great scene between Marian and John aka the camp dad. Marian really just needs someone to listen to her and appreciate what she's going through - Robin is too fixated on the dangerous way she's channeling her grief and not even trying to address the root cause. He trying to tell her what to do, not listen to what she actually needs.

On the other hand it's probably better coming from John, a neutral party without the emotional baggage she has with Robin.

Because Robin and Marian are really being driven by completely different motives - Marian by grief and therefore loss, and Robin by trauma and therefore fear. In her sorrow, Marian has lost all her fear of being discovered, in fact she wants to make it know she's with the gang, to finally be free to say which side she's on and fight openly, to make her father's death worthwhile, and can't understand why Robin is trying to stifle that.

"I thought you used to have your own men Little John?" So someone remembers Forrest and Hanton!

After Carter takes down the gang one by one, Robin takes down Carter in three seconds (including catching the long dagger Carter throws at him, and flinging it back) and it's lights out. Can you believe it's the first concussion of the season? (Notwithstanding the multiple head injuries Allan sustained last episode).

While Marian has been known to be punch-happy, the "he'll tell us more if he knows we're willing to hurt him" is just so (intentionally) out of character - it is however somewhat reminiscent of Robin in 1x08, wanting to get his punch and torture on with Guy. However rather than understanding where Marian is coming from, he pushes her away with the "go and cook something" jibe. This almost feels like he was going for familiar banter and miscued, but is also an asshole thing to say. When their positions were reversed in 1x08 Marian at least tried to reason with him - Robin is seems to be ill-equipped to do the same.

Allan just having a little snooze against the castle wall. He really seems defeated and depressed after last episode.

Marian's corset has a pouch to hold a dagger - or at least I hope there is because otherwise it's ouch time.

Leaving Marian at the camp is again a mistake on Robin's part - it excludes and isolates her from the gang, rather than trying to involve her so she can bond with them, engaging in their outreach to the peasants - who she helped as the Nightwatchman, but never really had the opportunity to come to know. It would remind her that they are not just fighting against the Sheriff but for the people, which in her frenzied grief she has perhaps lost sight of.

Instead, Robin's focus is on Carter, who he rather identifies with and so finds it easier to address his motives, and try and change them.

Carter is in many ways Robin’s dark mirror, what he could have become in the Holy Land if he chose a different path. It’s important that this happens right when Robin is backsliding - he’s trying to save his own soul as much as Carter’s.

Okay, let's talk about Marian’s forest gear - fashioned from the outfit she wore when she fled the castle the previous episode - but dear me it's awful. The grey culottes, rather than becoming trousers have now been turned into that corset, and her vest/skirt overlay have now become those trousers. Just baffling.

“I’m good with nuns” followed by Allan straight up knocking the Mother Superior over and stealing her ring is iconic.

Much gives Robin a sword to use going after Carter - still no scimitar.

I really love the confrontation/fight scene between Robin and Carter - it's very well choreographed and written, but we also see the best of Robin's character (after seeing some of the worst earlier).

Carter's brother is called Thomas - Allan's brother was called Tom. Lots of dead brothers in this show (including Djaq's).

The story of Carter's brother Thomas dying because he "stopped listening" and led a raid against orders is a little on the nose, but gives context to Robin’s fear for Marian’s safety in part triggered by his war trauma - someone charging in against orders and then dying in his arms.

But it shows Robin as a man who, even when Thomas' recklessness had cost not only his own life but others of Robin's men, was still moved to instruct the stretcher-bearers to make Thomas the hero, and himself the negligent captain, in order to comfort his family.

The fight is fairly even, and although Robin gets the upper hand in the end, it's only partly his skill - rather his true strength is in reaching the man inside the assassin, and then surrender and allow Carter to take his revenge if that's what he wants, and despite his fear, trust that there is good still in him, and that he can leave behind the life as a killer as Robin has done (tried to do).

This scene is the core of why I really love Robin as a character. He's riddled with PTSD and a reckless bravado, he's at time emotionally stunted with those he loves, makes terrible mistakes and often says the wrong thing, but he also has this great heart and compassion that allows him to reach people, to understand and help them, even at the risk of his own life. He's trying.

"He was a hero - just not on that day" is quite a poignant line.

Much and Djaq together again, just saying.

Robin finally finds out that Roger of Stoke was intercepted. I had assumed he'd figured that out once he knew Allan was a traitor but okay.

Poor Much crying out for Robin's attention - he's got his own trauma from the war and wants to talk about it, to commiserate with Robin about what they went though, but Robin can only cope by not talking about it, not even thinking about it.

Much makes a good point that Robin should have listened to him about recognising Carter, but it comes across as jealously over Marian and Robin misses just how deeply Much carries his hurt.

One of Robin's biggest flaws is that he's overwhelming in his affection, compassion, and understanding for strangers, but takes those he loves for granted - Carter's response to grief was the same as Marian's, but Robin listened to Carter, consoled and comforted him, while keeping Marian at arm's length. Perhaps because strangers don't ask for anything beyond that - it is the granting of kindness, but not the sharing of self. It's the latter Robin truly fears, but what Much and Marian deserve (although tbf Marian has problems with this as well).

“Either I’m part of your gang or I’m not” is a valid point, and Robin's still not happy even when she agrees to stay behind!

But she disobeys him, and saves his life. It's a rite of passage - almost all of the members of the gang have this.

Allan looking rather distressed as Guy is about the chop off Robin's head, and he makes a small movement just before the swing (as does Much).

Guy again pushing Marian past the point of discomfort - she left, wrote him a letter asking him to leave her alone, straight up told him to his face to leave her alone, and still he persists.

Her kissing Guy (to distract him from seeing Much and Will) is really the only time she sends mixed signals, but Guy's whole energy seems to be just to wear her down until she agrees to be with him and it's gross. It is however kind of amusing that he tries to be authoritative and forbid her from leaving, and she immediately walks away.

Robin and Marian are back in playful banter mode, although I wish there had been a deeper discussion (and that Robin had apologised in return). It doesn't quite feel like the conflict between them has been resolved, it really is just a "truce".

But I do like that it's Marian who reaches out to Robin at the end of this episode, because up until this point it's Robin who has been (somewhat) the one making overtures - asking her to join the gang, telling her he needs her, telling her he loves her, while Marian's been more reserved. This feels like her acknowledging that sometimes she needs to take the first step.

This was a long one - but as a I said, I really love this episode!

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[Tw// death, mind control]

The team from Alpha Academy. They were the lowest ranking team in the current match. None of the members have made moves to attack or harm any of the other tributes.

Until... Kim Mingyu was eliminated.

The members are raging.

Especially Choi Seungcheol. Their leader. He had heard how Mingyu begged the attacker to spare his life through the mind link that he shared with all his members. He felt the panic and fear that Mingyu had felt in the moment. Only one thought was present in the leader's mind. He knew he needed to get rid of every single one who's a threat to him, and could possibly be a hurdle towards him and his team's victory. And so he thought...

He would set hell loose.

While the leader was tracking the attacker responsible for Mingyu's death, one of his members, Wonwoo; was lost in the forest. He wandered around trying to locate the rest of his members. And in the middle of the forest, uniform dirty and soaked in blood, Wonwoo was met with the Celestial Academy's leader.

Yoon Jeonghan.

The leader's breath hitched, lowering the body of his fallen teammate onto the ground as he took in the sight right in front of him.

"Is it really you?" The leader's voice was almost inaudible, but the trickster heard it clearly. Wonwoo chuckled, tears forming in his eyes as he looked straight into the eyes of the man he once loved, well... The man he still loves with all his heart. "Out of all places here on earth. We meet here once again." the trickster says, holding back a sob. "Mhm. Tragic isn't it?" Jeonghan sighs.

The two males slowly walked towards each other, stopping when they were inches apart. Wonwoo was the first to budge. He pulled the leader in by the waist and connected his lips with his, pouring out his emotions through the kiss as Jeonghan stayed motionless, but the trickster was too desperate to care. He pulled Jeonghan towards him tighter, clutching on his waist desperately. It was only when Jeonghan pushed him away that he stopped. "I love you." The trickster whispered.

"I used to love you."

In the midst of everything else, the Alpha team's leader has finally found the attacker responsible for Mingyu's death. He had him on his knees. The same position Mingyu was in when Minghao killed him. "You killed him." Seungcheol's low and dark voice sent shivers through the attacker's body but he chose to ignore it. "It was either him or me. He was still a threat."

"A threat? When he was on his knees begging you to spare his life?! What kind of threat he is?!?" The leader yelled at Minghao. He was taken aback from Seungcheol's powerful voice as he started to accept his fate.

The cause of the sudden shift of the leader's personality is unknown. But one thing is certain. He is not the leader anyone knew him to be. He has broken from his façade of being the perfect leader. He has now shown the real side of him. He snapped.

The leader looked Minghao in the eye, easily infiltrating the attacker's mind. "You will die the same way you killed him. Poison yourself. I want you to intake your poison until you die." Seungcheol commanded, and the attacker was not able to resist. With pained eyes he looked at the man in front of him as he shoved his fingers into his mouth, releasing the poison into his system. He choked on his fingers and his irises started to turn into a toxic shade of green, a sign that the poison was killing him from the inside. Minghao let out a choked gasp that was also his last breath.

A canon.

"An attacker has been eliminated."

Seungcheol let out a satisfied hum before breaking into a fit of laughter, walking away from the deceased tribute.

Wonwoo's heart broke from the sentence that left the leader's lips.

He knew he made a mistake in the past.

They both did.

Typical mistakes that two young people in love make.

He didn't expect it to tear them apart like that.

"Jeonghan... Please. I know we made mistakes long ago. But I need you. Please." The trickster begged. "Can you hear yourself right now? We're in a match where the both of us can't survive from. Why are you wasting time on telling me this?"

"Because... Because... I want you to love me even if it's just for the remaining time we have together. Please? Jeonghan please."

"I do love you Wonwoo. I really do. I love you and care for you. But the love I have for you isn't the same as the love I had for you back then. Times have changed. I've moved on. I've found someone else to love."

The trickster felt a pang in his chest, "Y-you have? I- I'm sorry I didn't know." Wonwoo looked down and wiped his tears away, "Let's just pretend I didn't say that okay?"

The leader hesitated but nodded nonetheless. "Mhm we can do that."

In the middle of Seungcheol's raging laughter, he was found by his teams healer, Vernon. "Hyung! I'm glad I found you! Are you okay? Did you hit your head? Do you need any healing?" The healer asks worriedly.

Seungcheol shook his head. "No. But what I need is revenge."

"Revenge on who?"

The leader clicked his tongue as he recalled the link he had with Wonwoo earlier. "Yoon Jeonghan. That bastard has got our trickster head over heels over him. He got Wonwoo to stay with him. Wonwoo betrayed us."

Vernon raised his brows, "Wonwoo hyung? Betray us? That's very unlikely-" The leader cut him off, "Wonwoo's in love with Jeonghan."

The healer gasped, "He is?" Seungcheol nodded, "Yes he is. Now shut up and help me find that bastards remaining members."

The pair travelled the arena, til they heard a voice nearby.

"Oregano! Finally! This is just what I needed for Jihoon's cough."

Seungcheol infiltrated the tribute's mind discreetly, exploring his thoughts and finding out that he was the healer of Jeonghan's team. Hong Jisoo.

With no experience with actual combat, he was easily captured.

And he too begged for his life.

"Please Mr. Leader- Spare me. I can do anything you want! I can heal you and your teammates as much as you want! I promise! Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!" Joshua begged as he sobbed.

"Heal me? I have my own healer." The leader chuckled. "I need to do this. Well actually I don't, but I want to." And with that he took control of Joshua's mind, making him grab a sharp object and stab himself multiple times until he exhaled his last breath.

Vernon was starting to question his leader's actions, "Why would you do that hyung? He held no threat against us. He was pure and innocent. He didn't deserve that. Why?" Seungcheol rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"So? I just wanted to destroy something beautiful."

Vernon was about to answer back, "Don't even try to talk. Now pick up the body. We have a traitor to visit. Unless you want to die as well, then you're welcome to not follow my orders." The healer gulped and did as he was told, bringing Joshua's body with them as until they ended up face to face with The leader and the trickster.

"Well if it isn't the bastard and the traitor. Guess what? I have a surprise for the both of you!" Seungcheol chuckled as he grabbed Joshua's body, throwing it in front of the pair.

Jeonghan held his breath.

No no no no no. It couldn't be.

But it was.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Jeonghan yelled at the top of his lungs, smoke immediately escaping from the tips of his fingers. But the other leader was quick to think, invading the mind of Wonwoo and having him walk over to the ledge of a body of water. "Ah ah ah~ One wrong move and I'll have him drown himself."

"Hyung! That's our teammate!" Vernon yelled in protest. "So what?"

"You're disgusting. Putting your own teammate's life on the line for your own gain." Jeonghan spat and retracted the smoke.

"Ahh I know~" Seungcheol answered as Jeonghan was able to stop the other's ability for a split second. The other team's leader smirked.

"I told you, one wrong move and he'll die. You just really had to do it didn't you?"

Splash.

Wonwoo jumped into the water, drowning himself. Jeonghan ran and jumped into the water to save the drowning trickster. But he was too late. He dragged the body to the shore, looking at Vernon with pleading eyes.

"Try to revive him and you'll die too." Seungcheol threatens.

Jeonghan was shaking, his irises changed to a combination of black and red.

"Now you just made it possible for me to kill you without holding back."

The real hell was unleashed that moment.

[This is based on a story that admin wrote. Everything is purely fictional.]

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Hit The Road

Chapter One

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

"A hunter shouldn't act with the heart instead of the head" said the leader of the hunters' clan, which gathers in a different town every six months. On the other hand, they also say that you shouldn't let a vampire take what's yours without a fight. Here you are, lost in a new town, hoping to find the one who took everything from you without even thinking about the consequences. The cursed one with blue eyes and fangs that can pierce even your soul.

You feel the weight of the leader's words as you wander through the new town, determined to find the blue-eyed vampire who took everything from you. Each step you take is laden with the determination to seek justice and reclaim what was lost. As night falls, you prepare for the impending battle, reminding yourself that as a hunter, your courage and determination are your greatest weapons against the shadows lurking in the darkness. You must kill Damon Salvatore at all costs. But you know you're going against your clan's rules. It's like a double-edged sword. You wound and will be wounded. Your clan is against hunting alone. Well, that's not the only reason your clan doesn't want you around anymore.

"Does anyone know where the hell I can find a man with blue eyes and a pretty shitty sense of humor?" You say as you enter a place called Mystic Grill. This small town seems like the type where everyone knows everyone.

"I think you're looking for Damon Salvatore. May I ask what you want with him?" A tall human with blonde hair speaks to me. He looks strangely ordinary.

"Just some personal matters with him. Nothing major." You reply to the tall blonde human, trying to sound casual despite your true intentions running much deeper. He looks at you for a moment, seemingly assessing your answer, before finally stepping away.

"I think he's big enough to take care of himself, but if you want, I can take you to him." What a kind person this is standing in front of you.

"Would you do me this favor?" You say, trying to feign friendliness, although something inside you has changed significantly. That repugnant vampire has changed you and simply left as if it meant nothing.

"Of course, you seem to need to settle something with him. Just need to grab my coat." The stranger picks up his coat from the chair and heads towards his car. It makes sense why the vampires here get along so well. A friendly face, and humans are already willing to help you. The car ride was quick enough that you didn't have to explain much about the reason for being in Mystic Falls.

"A piece of advice, talk to Stefan if you don't get what you want with Damon. Stefan tends to be more reasonable. Maybe even Elena. Right there at that mansion, you'll find what you're looking for." The man who identified himself as Matt during our journey became increasingly helpful to you.

"I appreciate the advice, and in return, I'll tell you, you should stop being so kind. People in general don't deserve that much kindness, especially people who stopped being human a while ago." You say as you look deeply into his eyes. If he doesn't take vervain, he'll probably take this advice to heart. He looks confused, but you're already in front of a mansion. I guess you've reached your destination. You grab the backpack you brought with you and bid farewell to the human.

You knock once, and there's no answer. How irritating it is to wait for someone to grant you entry. You knock again, still no response. How frustrating. You decide to try once more, knocking on the door with a bit more force. It's when you hear footsteps behind you.

"Can I help you?" Says a man behind you. He's so close that you end up attacking him. He's definitely not human, but he's not Damon either. He falls to the ground, unfazed due to his supernatural nature. I bet he's a vampire. Perhaps he's the reasonable one Matt was talking about.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being caught off guard. Need a hand getting up?" You say, reaching out to the stranger who is still on the ground.

"You almost offend me by offering help, but thank you for the consideration. If you don't mind, I'll savor my humiliation a little longer." He replies.

"Is it humiliation because I brought you down, or because you're still on the ground?" You don't want to gloat over other people's misfortunes, but you end up smiling.

"Humiliation because I was brought down, of course." He retorts with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us. I heard the more recent the transformation, the more ruthless you become. Or maybe not. Are you sure you don't want help?" You say as you watch him slowly get up. You can bet he hasn't fed in a while.

"You couldn't have come here just to make me fall at your feet, what brought you here?" He says looking at you, it seems like he doesn't find it strange that I talk about vampirism so casually.

"Indeed, it was a man named Matt, but my goal here is to reunite with an old friend." You say as you intertwine your arms in front of your body. He seems to understand.

"What did Damon do this time?" He asks, as if he's already accustomed to seeing people looking for that idiot.

"I hope you won't be upset by what I'm about to do; it's nothing personal. I just need to get his attention and then I'll leave. Once I take from him what he took from me." You say as you take the stake from your backpack and drive it into the man in front of you. There's a bit of vervain on the tip of the stake, enough to incapacitate the vampire before you, but not to kill him. That's why you don't aim for his heart. I'll make Damon come to me no matter what it takes. Get ready, Salvatore. You've messed with the wrong hunter.