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ryunumber · 1 year ago

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Spooky from Spookys House Of Jumpscares/Spookys Jumpscare Mansion

Spooky has a Ryu Number of 5/4/does not have a Ryu Number.

(update and explanation below)

(UPDATE: Per @penndragon, Cross Impact has hit Early Access.)

(UPDATE 2: Per @mr-self-suck-by-nin, confirmation of the Cooking Companions protagonist identity gives Spooky an unambiguous Ryu Number of 4.)

Look, it's complicated. Things will be more concrete when Cross Impact hits Early Access.

Fair warning: this explanation is a bit more involved than normal, because the research hole this sent me down had me sincerely doubting my own base competence.

So, from the top: Spooky's only eligible appearance is in her own game, Spooky's Jump Scare Mansion née House of Jump Scares, as her only other appearance, period, seems to be as a trophy in Indie Pogo.

Naturally, this makes SJSM's specimens as the only connecting points. I've identified three that could work:

Unknown Specimen 1 is just White Face from IMSCARED.

This seems to be a dead end, as White Face's only other eligible appearance seems to be in the Nightmare Mode of Cooking Companions, as part of a menagerie of other horror game characters, including SJSM's own Specimen 6. But all of those also seem to be dead ends, and Specimen 6 just gets back to where we started, so that's probably no good.

How about Unknown Specimen 5?

Named Lisa. Sure looks quite a bit like Lisa from P.T. and once-prospective Silent Hills. Let's say it's that Lisa. What else has Lisa been in?

Apparently just P.T., which wouldn't be altogether unsurprising given, you know, all that happened with Silent Hills. Even the Lisa decoys for Metal Gear Solid V showcased in the Tokyo Game Show 2014 trailer didn't make it to the final game.

But there are still other P.T. references that did make it. Namely, that pleasant radio transmission, interruptions and all, can be heard from some radios in MGSV.

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Now, given that audio-only appearances are broadly eligible, you could make a case that whoever's reading in this transmission is a character themself, which would in turn connect Lisa to The Phantom Pain, at which point calculating the Ryu Number is just a matter of hashing out who exactly is and is not in MGSV. The only issue I have with making this connection is that the audio is basically reused wholesale from P.T., which arguably makes it more in line with an archival recording, which is not eligible, than bespoke radio chatter, which is eligible, but hey, whatever, I've peddled dodgier. Why the hell not.

So in the search of a route with less caveats, let's consider what I've identified as the last possible eligible connection, Specimen 8. This cervine bundle of fun can be seen in Lost in Vivo as part of Lost Tape 3.

It turns out there's another character in Lost in Vivo who's been in something else: Sotiris. It also turns out that the "something else" in question is, uh,

the EEK3 2020 Virtual Show Floor. Which, to the best of my knowledge, is never referred to as a game, so if that matters to you, then we're done, and Spooky either has the aforementioned route through Lisa or nothing.

If you're willing to say that the virtual show floor is a game, which does not seem to be an unpopular opinion, then good news! There's a clear path to Ryu. You just have to go through Skully, who cameos in Toree 3D,

to the titular Toree, who's a guest character in Lunistice,

to Kit, the main character of Lunistice, who cameos in CrossCode,

to Lea, whose Ryu Number of 2 is already established, which gives Spooky a final Ryu Number of I'm sorry, I'm being handed a note.

Oh. Well fuck me, then, for not considering that the realities of game development could lead to a scenario wherein a character from an in-progress game could make cameo appearances in other games, only to be scrapped entirely before their would-be source game is released. Clearly, this is what the kids refer to as a "skill issue".

And the best part? This chain is so long that I'm genuinely expecting to have overlooked something really obvious that gives a shorter number, because the documentation I found on indie-ass indie horror game crossovers is spotty. So if you have any information that could shorten this more substantial than "White Face is graffiti in the full release of FAITH", send it my way. I'd rather be definitely wrong than dubiously correct.

Anyway, Toree's set to be playable in Cross Impact, so when that's released to the wider public most of this nonsense I just spewed at you will actually come into play. Until then, make of all of this what you will. If you'll excuse me, I need to go fucking distort.

#spooky #spooky's jumpscare mansion #spooky's jump scare mansion #spooky's house of jumpscares #ryu number

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flagbridge · 10 months ago

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I Saw the Phantom Proshot at the NYPL

Happy 36th birthday to Phantom's first preview on Broadway! I was going to save this post for the actual 36th, but I figure all of us need some more Phantom Broadway "original" content since the official Insta accounts are reminding us today that Phantom is no longer (though it should be) on Broadway. I'm going to post about what I saw, and I'll follow up on January 26 with all my answers!

Some time ago, @or-what-you-will and I went to the NYPL's Theater on Film and Tape Archive, and viewed the archival pro shot of the Original Broadway Cast of Phantom of the Opera, filmed live on May 25, 1988. There is only one copy, and its purpose is artistic preservation (not commercial distribution--the library owns it). It was kept under lock and key during the show's run. All information about how to access the archive is on the website. I can't really tell you anything more besides what's out there because it will become identifying. You get set up in a room with monitors and can pause and rewind, although you can't touch the media.

This was not my first TOFT proshot, but it was the best-filmed. Some, there's a single camera just parked, or there's some generation loss because of when the tape was transferred to digital. This had absolutely vivid colors, a multi-camera shot, and brilliant and clear soundboard audio. I heard lyrics I have never heard (especially during Notes when everyone is singing over one another), the sound balancing was so good. It was as transformative as seeing it live.

These are all the notes we took while there (apologize if they can seem disjointed) More below the cut.

ACT 1 NOTES:

-Multicam shot

-amazing audio (soundboard), vivid colors

-Raoul/Barton is crying in his voice during the auction

-there’s a “voice” that sounds like a woman singing with the overture (maybe a theramin?) We jumped in shock at this. We've never heard this before, not even on soundboard.

-Sarah Brightman comes on stage during the Hannibal rehearsal, moving across the stage with Meg during “Rome not Roma”--so she dances in the front row during the Hannibal ballet

-Hannibal ballet then has 10 dancers and since Christine is in the whole thing, there is slightly different choreo

-there’s a synth under Meg’s “he’s there, the phantom of the opera”

-Firmin lights a cigarette and Andre (Future Phantom Cris Groenendaal) stops him right before “Think of Me’ which makes the “Defense de Fumer” on the back of the curtain make even more sense

-Think of Me Gala skirt is not as full (but of note, Carlotta’s Elissa costume is much more ornate than we have now or even at the end of Broadway)

-Raoul sings slightly different notes in Think of Me. Steve Barton goes down a few notes on “young and innocent” (it’s not belted) and is clearly wistful.

-The think of me cadenza is absolutely effortless

-The “Bravi, Bravi” is haunting and perfectly sound balanced!

-Meg can actually sing and the Angel of Music harmonies work

-Raoul (Steve Barton) is nervous before going into the dressing room. He taps his fingers on the banister and takes a deep breath before going in

-He’s also nervous inside the dressing room–you can see him going from seeing an old friend to suddenly having feelings, being attracted to her. When he’s standing behind her he has a slight moment when he nearly touches a lock of her hair.

-Raoul is wearing a ring on his right hand (signet?)

-Steve Barton says MY Little Lotte

-Christine (Brightman) is excited about meeting the Angel of music and has a wanting and longing in “Enter at LAST master” (in a way that Lily Kerhoas does now and we haven’t had many Christines who do this)

-The picture is VERY CLEAR and NO WASHOUT when we see Michael Crawford appear in the mirror for Phantom’s entrance. You see everything

-When the door opens for Raoul to the dressing room after they go through the mirror, it opens slowly (vs banging open). It’s the same tempo that Phantom moves to take Christine through the mirror

-1925 Phantom silhouette vibes at the first “sing for me”

-Not a particularly aggressive cape twirl, but def a twirl.

-They get VERY close on “turn your face away”, almost kiss (like, Russians, Panaro/Joseph close)

- he has a nice portcullis sprawl but she does not press against him, there is visible space between them the entire time

-”Caress” and “hear it, feel it” are explicitly seductive, the former in how it’s sung, the latter because he self-caresses on “feel it”

-the “Touch me” in touch me/trust me is half sung/half spoken order, she strokes her hand over the mask and he does not pull away

-He does have a little panic when she faints and he covers her with the cloak. He’s holding her hair when he sings to her there

-At the unmasking, MC holds for a brief moment before covering his face with his hand so the audience gets a peek of the deformity (before “damn you”)

-Vixen not viper

-Crawls on knees, not stomach. We get…lots of crying and whimpering

-Christine sees his face a lot during this sequence. MC lowers his hand as soon as he’s on her side of the stage from “secretly dreams of beauty” to “Oh Christine”, when he turns away–but she is looking at him the entire time. MC is angled right by a mirror shard so we can see a bit of the deformity reflected back

-Right before “come we must return”, MC is about to cup her face with both his hands before changing his mind–she starts to reach for him as well.

-His Mandarin robe is much longer than we have now (ankle length vs calf length)

-This Giry has witch vibes

-Steve Barton is playing eager puppy Raoul and it shows even though he looks older (Barton was 35 at the time)

-The sound balancing is so good that you can hear lines you don’t normally hear during Notes 1 and Prima Donna–including the Managers thinking that Christine has just been off with Raoul all night.

-Sarah Brightman does a different pose on the bed as the pageboy during Il Muto. She crosses her legs vs putting her hands on her hips.

-Firmin yells “the role of Christine Daae” to the proscenium, clearly directed at Phantom

-Barton Raoul’s “There is no Phantom of the Opera” comes off more as “Christine this is just some dude” vs “he doesn’t exist at all.”

-Raoul loves Christine so much. He strokes her hair gently to comfort her right before “No more talk of darkness”--his eyes are soft and he’s genuinely caring and concerned (vs trying to be a hero)

-”All I ask is for one love one lifetime”--different lyrics, she does it twice (This is on soundboards from the time)

-Raoul puts his face to Christine’s hands at the proposal.

-Christine is clearly kissing his cheek right next to his mouth during the kiss (the final lair kiss is a real kiss)

-Christine’s “I must go” is not as playful as we often see it later. She really is trying to go.

-Raoul is nervous at “Christine, I love you”--he lowers his head for a moment worried that he said something wrong. He’s excited when she replies “order your fine horses”

-AIAOY Reprise: Michael Crawford is partially slumped over the angel, he’s holding hands with it to the audience’s right, and arm is slumped over on the left. We get a lot of anguished weeping, and little distressed moans as Christine and Raoul sing, there is rocking and head shaking and then covering his ears. It’s a HUGE difference then when he stands up fully for “You will curse” (he does this again during final lair between “unfeeling scrap of clothing” and “pity comes too late)

-He also roars before standing

-The Phantom laugh/cackle continues well into the chandelier drop into intermission at the light cut out for about 15 seconds.

Act II

-Carlotta masquerade costume has no mesh in the skirt–it’s much more of a see-through skeleton crinoline, so the feature is the purple tights

-Not surprising since Sarah Brightman is a dancer, but Christine does the proper choreography during Masquerade--she's the center of attention. Barton also does quite a bit of dancing.

-There’s an organ (almost like a circus organ) underlying the finale during masquerade

-Red Death double doesn’t run down the stairs, he stays at the top

-Giry/Raoul exchange after masquerade��both holding the lantern and super closeup

-Reyer is clearly gay–coded. Some voice and hand gestures during Sitzprobe

-Wishing–only one “help me say goodbye” (when did the second one get added?)

-”Far-reaching” gaze, Wandering Child is a duet

-Piangi says “conquest” is assured (at some point, this became “congress”)

-Michael Crawford imitates Piangi until “past the point…”

-Sarah as Christine is listening intently to Phantom’s voice and immediately noticed something is off–she doesn’t figure it out right away but she notices something. She is suspicious the entire time. It's not clear when she knows for certain.

-Christine never flees from him, during the first caresses, he hovers over her body, she turns to kiss him, he turns away, her hand lingers on her back, before she gets up to sing her solo part away from the table

-Michael Crawford’s hands are in in his crotch when Christine’s singing on the other side of the stage (“you have come here”)--he’s moving his palms in his lap the whole time, his hands are shaking, we only get glimpses of him, most of this part it’s focused on her

-There is none of the arm waving circling while their hands are held, she takes his hands, he switches his grip to hold one of hers, and they keep them on him

-She figures it out when she reaches down–she’s holding his hands above him and she pushes her left (our right) hand down and he pulls and she notices something–we can only see to his upper waist but her hand disappears and her expression changes, it’s implied he has an erection

-she doesn’t ever feel the mask, either accidentally or on purpose

-She doesn’t actually ever try to escape. It’s not the current West End or the past blocking–but more accurate in that she is aware of the situation and plays along. She keeps going with the blocking

-they both get up and keep singing, neither drags the other to the centre, they move together and keep singing

-The last “return”--he sings it at the unhooding, she doesn’t

-”Say you’ll share with me”--he is really pleading and almost crying on “say you want me”

-The managers don’t come out to try to usher her offstage, she doesn’t signal to them to stay

-When Phantom gives her the ring, she takes it, but doesn’t put it on–she just holds it

-He doesn’t scream at the unmasking, he just looks shocked and sad

-Ratcatcher order is different–it’s after Raoul and Giry’s first lines, that’s the indication that Giry needs to turn around, Giry screams

-Phantom is crying at “flesh” and through “unfeeling scrap of clothing”, he’s also hunched over through this sequence, and then stands to his full height at “Pity comes too late.”

-Phantom makes a big show of raising the portcullis, hands fully raised

-Raoul swats at Erik with one hand (the other is still on the noose) when Phantom grabs Christine on “start a new life”

-Phantom is probably the “minimum” amount of rough as we see Phantoms be with Christine in this sequence, as in, he’s definitely scary and menacing but he’s not harming her. He does grab her and spin her around on “start a new life with me.” There are a few wrist grabs (which is book accurate). He’s realizing more that his plan is absolutely crumbling. We get some shots of him on the organ looking panicked.

-Phantom makes a low growling noise before “you try my patience”, which is delivered quickly and almost casually. It is not menacing as some later Phantoms do.

-”Pitiful creature”..MC’s hand is subtly shaking by his side

-The kiss: the 1st one MC stands with “claw hands” at his side, on the second one, the “claw hands” start shaking

-MC hunches over after he burns the noose

-He stands over the monkey, conducting it with one hand, he is mimicking the symbol clashes, he doesn’t touch it or cover its face

-When Christine returns the ring, his hand shakes as he takes it, he’s hunched over again.

-She does seem conflicted about leaving, but she doesn’t press her hand back around his, she holds out the ring and his hand shakes as she takes it. She doesn’t linger very long.

-He says a second “I love you” after she’s gone.

-He’s about to say it a third time, he says “I love…” and then see the veil, and grabs it and screams into it, and then turns and sees the boat leaving

-He sobs and keens a lot

-Raoul bends in the boat to caress Christine’s face on “say the word”)--this is halfway across the stage as opposed to during the stage right exit.

-Deliberately cracks voice on the "can" in “you alone can make”

-MC Cradling the veil like a baby at the very end

SEND ME YOUR QUESTIONS! You can put it in comments, reblogs, AMA or DM's. I will answer all of them on January 26!

#phantom of the opera #poto #poto broadway #original poto #michael crawford #sarah brightman #steve barton #cris groenendaal #the phantom #christine daae #raoul de chagny #alw phantom #proshot #toft archive #YOU GUYS I SAW THE PHANTOM BROADWAY PROSHOT #POTO Broadway never should have closed

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darthfrodophantom · 1 year ago

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Heeeey, Darth!! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚

Hi Summers! What a great idea! I love this!

Here are the five favorite fics I've written, in no particular order (but maybe a bit of an order):

A Secret Uncovered Summary: When Danny's transformation is caught on tape, Danny has a whole new battle to face, including a press conference, Valerie, and, of course, school. But who is the mysterious ghost who set him up? And how much can he possibly mess up his life? Reason: This has always been my favorite of the pieces I've written. I poured so much love and work into this piece over (many) years. I'm so proud of it. I set out to tell a story of what it would be like if everyone knows (before Everybody Knows AUs became a thing and even before Reality Trip haha) and used it as a vehicle to show so many different reactions. I've had so much fun working on this. (And there may be a cross-post to AO3 very soon!)

Tortured Truth Summary: Danny's parents discover that the ghost boy is half human. Now that they've captured Danny, will he submit to torture and reveal himself, or is the revelation just the beginning of their problems? Reason: I'm starting with my old ones here! This is actually the first fic I ever shared with anyone, and it's also the first fic I've ever finished. While the torture is tame compared to today's standards, I feel like it has a great emotional payout and I enjoyed taking a micro-examination of the family unit's reactions and using Danny's illness as a way to force everyone to confront his powers.

The Red Vengeance Project Summary: With cameras strapped to their foreheads, Paulina and Star venture into the woods to bait the ghostly urban legend to appear in the hopes that Phantom will come save them. It seemed like a good plan in the light of day, but they get more than they ask for in the dark, claustrophobic, and dangerous woods. Reason: This was one of the first DP fics I'd written in a long time. It'd taken a break and just come back to the phandom to write this and another fic for Ectoberhaunt and I loved it. It brought me back to why I loved writing for this phandom in the first place. I picked this one over my actual first fic since coming back because I enjoyed writing this one more. I loved playing around with the different POV and I felt like it resulted in a really cool effect.

Micro-Unmasking Summary: Great timing prevented Danny’s secret from being revealed to Dash during their shared experience with the Fenton Crammer. But what would happen if his timing had been just a little off and Dash saw more than Danny wanted? Reason: This one's had a special place in my heart for awhile. I started it in 2009 and finally finished it in 2022! It was also just a fun topic that I enjoyed reading. I felt like I got to be a little witty in this one and I just really enjoyed writing it.

Prove That You Deserve the Answer Summary: After an argument with Jazz leaves Maddie feeling insecure about her role as a mother, she wishes she could understand her children better. She soon learns the dangers of making wishes around ghosts when she switches places with Jazz. But when this body swap allows her the opportunity to really talk with Danny, she realizes that maybe she can use this to finally see what's really going on with her son, and maybe find some way to fix their relationship in the process. Reason: I am so proud of this one. I sought out to finish a longer fic and I actually did it! I really pushed myself on this one, and I feel like it really paid off. I feel like the internal thoughts and monologues were so fun to explore and I loved writing from Maddie's POV.

And there are my five! This was a fun dive into my past works and really took some thought as to why they became some of my favorites.

Because this is a great idea, I'm gonna do some tagging! Maybe we can come up with a great list of reading recommendations from it by the end! I'm going to tag: @summerssixecho (you're not escaping your own idea lol), @underforeversgrace, @murphy-kitt, @nickelodeonstudios, and @lexosaurus

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #my fic writing #fic recommendation #self promotion #what a great idea

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mayhem-neverending · 10 months ago

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The Big Bad Wolf

Part XII

Word Count: 3,809

Warnings: Toma makes an appearance, what more can I say? Also, maybe not canon compliant just a little bit?

Notes: This is kind of a roller coaster, and I really hope that the pacing is okay and it feels real.

I forgot to mention this, but some of the dialogue is word for word verbatim what my son's father has said to me.

He must have misheard you. That was the only logical explanation for what you said before slamming the door. There was no way he would be leaving anytime soon, let alone with you. The council would never allow it. They planned on keeping him hidden away until he was on his deathbed; he was sure of it.

He scratched the back of his neck and stepped away from the closed door. The thought of picking out clothes like you had instructed him to do crossed his mind, but he couldn’t get his hopes up like that. Instead, he meandered back into the kitchen.

Everything you had pulled out was still scattered all over the counter, so he slowly worked on putting things away while he waited for you to come back. He stared out of the kitchen window while he cleaned the cutting board, his thoughts twisting and tangling together. The sound of your cousin sobbing shook him to the core. Horrid events replaying in his mind were one thing, they took on a dreamy quality. Even his vivid flashbacks had come less frequently now that he was spending more time in the present. But her voice shaking until it broke, the ragged edge of each breath; that was real. He could feel her grief and terror, and it sent him into a series of memories he had kept locked away.

Suppressed memories of his first few nights in that cave with Madara played out in his mind’s eye. He had been helpless, afraid of what would happen to him, even more afraid of what had happened to his friends after he had been crushed. His body ached with phantom pains from his missing limbs, trapping him to the bed with their invisible weight. He remembered sobbing and shaking uncontrollably in the darkness when he fully realized that even though he knew he was alive, no one else did. No one would come looking for a dead boy in the midst of a war.

His front door creaked open behind him, and he realized he still had his hands underneath the hot running water. He turned it off and placed the cutting board into the drying rack, wiping his hands dry while he listened to footsteps approaching him. There were two solid ‘thunks’ against the table and he turned to see Kakashi in his Hokage attire.

“Obito,” Kakashi stated seriously.

He pointed at one of the two bags on the table. “I have your uniform in there, along with a few other things,”

Kakashi waited for Obito to take action, but he just stood there. It was taking him quite some time to process what was happening. After a moment, Kakashi took the bag and handed it to him, hoping that would do the trick.

“She was serious? You’re letting me leave?” His eyes connected to Kakashi’s.

“You will be accompanying her on this mission. Go get dressed and we’ll discuss it when you’re done,”

He hesitated for a moment before exiting the room. He tossed the heavy bag onto his bed and unzipped it. He pulled out black pants, a matching heavy long-sleeve, a roll of tape and standard issued sandals. Looking back into it, he saw that at the bottom of the bag, a green vest with a red spiral adorning the back stared up at him.

Carefully, he lifted it out of the bag, inspecting every inch of it with his eyes. He bit his lip as a well of emotion rose and engulfed him. Tears stung at the corner of his eyes and he did his best to take a deep breath. He set it aside and dressed himself in the underclothes and sandals, taking his time with the wrappings while he focused on controlled breathing.

Kakashi silently appeared in his doorway when he was nearly done. Obito looked up into the worried face of his old friend, and the emotions he had been controlling washed over him once again. A stray tear slipped out, and he was unable to hide it.

Without permission, Kakashi entered his room and stood before him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He remained silent while Obito regained control.

“Busy morning,” Kakashi commented.

“Heh, yeah,” he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t fully understand what’s going on,” he admitted.

“I got in touch with my friend who lives near Akujia’s capital. The Zen’in clan was annihilated early this morning. The government sent a team to wipe them out while they were meeting to - this is what the government has released - “overthrow the government”. The entire compound was bombed and set alight, their lands with it - scorched-earth style,”

“Could they get their message across any clearer?” Obito asked, appalled.

“Only by killing the last living Zen’in,” he replied tonelessly.

Obito stood up, shaking his head. Thinking about the senseless violence made him queasy.

“The Elders and I are in agreement, for once, that it’s imperative for us to get HIna Zen’in and her unborn child back here safely. As shinobi and chakra-users alike, we can’t stand idly by and watch our people be slaughtered,”

“But why are you sending me? This seems like a job for someone the Leaf.. trusts,”

Kakashi sighed. “I can’t send Y/n alone, and she was right about your strength. If you’re attacked, the mission is less likely to be compromised if you’re there,”

“But what-” The sound of the front door opening stopped him from continuing.

“Guys?” You called out.

Obito and Kakashi went out to the living room to greet you. Kakashi walked over to the couch where you stood while Obito stopped in his tracks the moment he saw you, unprepared for the sight of you in uniform.

In his mind, you were something sweet; something small and warm, someone to be protected. Even when you sparred he couldn’t bring himself to see you differently, not when you let him pull you off the ground, sweaty and smiling every time you finished.

But you held yourself differently in your uniform. You stood tall, an aura of cool confidence exuding from you in waves. He had never considered that you made yourself smaller for others, but this version of you filled the room.

“I assume we’ll do a short debrief and then head out?” You were looking at Kakashi.

He nodded, not that Obito even really registered. He tried to wave Obito over to stand next to you for it, but found his friend slack-jawed and staring. Surprise registered first, then understanding, followed by a small spike of irritation. His eyes narrowed.

“Obito, come here,” you intervened before Kakashi could say anything.

He listened, immediately trotting over to your side. Kakashi cleared his throat to catch both of your attentions and began. “Right. We aren’t aware whether anyone knows Hina Zen’in is still alive, so the focus is on getting in and out. Draw the least amount of attention as possible and don’t use chakra if it isn’t an emergency. In case of an attack, I’m going to encourage you not to kill. If it is necessary, kill without using chakra. It’s too dangerous to use anywhere near the border or in Akujia,”

You both nodded during his short pause. He continued, “Your second day of travel, I want you in civilian clothes. Under no circumstance are you allowed to reveal that you are Leaf shinobi, no less headed west,”

He opened his mouth to say something else, but suddenly, the three of you heard muffled shouting from outside. Kakashi’s eyes flashed and he looked at you sheepishly. You narrowed your eyes. “Why does that yelling sound familiar, Kakashi?”

“Listen, his boss said he was busy and I couldn’t stay on the phone, so I told his boss to send him here,”

“Who?” Obito asked.

“Toma,” you answered with disdain.

Kakashi looked at you apologetically before leading the way as the three of you walked to the door. Toma was standing at the edge of the clearing, directly in front of the barrier. Your nose wrinkled in disgust at the sight of him. He shouldn’t be anywhere near a place you felt safe.

“Hello!” Kakashi called as you all shuffled through the snow toward him.

“That’s all you can say? Why the fuck am I out here? Why can’t I get any closer?”

You pursed your lips and glared at him. Usually you could stay completely neutral, but him being near the cottage was incredibly disruptive to your nervous system, causing you to feel on edge.

“You!” He said, jabbing a finger at you.

Kakashi stood to your right, Obito to your left when you came to a stop. “We just needed to discuss-”

“Sayuri broke up with me because of you,” he was pointing an accusatory finger at you, ignoring the men.

“Her actions are not my responsibility,” you replied dully, letting your eyelids fall midway so you looked bored.

His face broke out into a cruel smirk. “I know you still love me. This is proof of it. You wanted to get rid of her because you want me back. I knew it!”

“I don’t know how you came to that conclusion, but know that you’re wrong. I don’t have time for your nonsense, I-”

“You feel as I do, don’t lie to me. You’re only saying that because your little boyfriend’s here,” his eyes darkened and took on a frightening quality.

The men on either side of you looked between the two of you with growing concern, and Obito with added confusion. Toma was more animal than man when his mind got stuck like this, and his body reflected it. He stood like he was ready to pounce the moment you were close enough.

“I’m not lying. I don’t want you. Move on. You weren’t called here to harass-”

His smile only widened as he interrupted you. “I will win your heart back. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying if I have to, Baby,”

Your bored facade broke and your face twisted into a snarl at the pet name. “How many fucking times do I have to say it? I don’t want you. Even broken up you’re still trying to force yourself on me! Your feelings are not my fucking responsibility,”

“Nor yours mine,” he crossed his arms smugly.

Toma never made any sense and always thought he was right. You were glad they were able to witness it too, even if it was a little embarrassing. You looked at Obito and then Kakashi, exasperated and looking for help. Obito was starting to look irritated, his brows furrowed. Kakashi stepped forward.

“You��re only here because I’m sending her on a mission and Hikaru needs someone to stay with. We’re in a time crunch,” he stated authoritatively.

The part about Hikaru seemed to go right over Toma’s head. “Her? A mission? Yeah, right. Like she could ever do anything worthwhile,”

He hardly paid any attention to your growing rage. “Sorry, babe, but you know it’s true. You’re weak and kind of dumb, no offense. I could do a better job than you without chakra,”

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to ignore him and not lose your cool again. Your nails dug into your clenched fists as you struggled not to snap. Snow crunched to your left and you looked at Obito out of the corner of your eye. He was red now, a vein bulging in his neck. Your stomach rolled over.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled.

Toma shifted his wild gaze from you to him, his distaste clear at being addressed by another man. He looked at you again with his predatory grin. “See, you can’t even stand up for yourself. You have to have a man do it because the only thing you’re good at is cooking and whoring,”

His eyes slid back to Obito. “Who the fuck are you anyway?”

He hesitated just enough in his shock that Kakashi had a chance to say, “Don’t say a word,”

He was seething, but clamped his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted to do was cause more issues for you in the long run. He did step closer to you though, taking a spot slightly behind you.

With forced calm, you said, “As was previously stated: we’re in a time crunch. Will you take Hikaru while I’m away or not?”

He scoffed. “Why would I? You say you don’t want me so why don’t you have your little boyfriend over there take him? Or are you not really going on a mission? I bet you’re taking a nice little vacation and sticking the kid on me,”

“That’s a ‘no’, then?”

“What do you think?”

“Great, you can leave now,”

You turned to Kakashi to discuss what you would do now, but apparently Toma wasn’t finished. “Not before you tell me who the fuck this is,”

“What’s it to you?”

“I wanna know what kind of men you’re bringing around our son,”

“Better men than you,”

“Go fuck yourself, you act so high and mighty but you’re just a dumb whore,”

You gave him a thumbs up. You glanced at Obito, who was glaring daggers into Toma so intensely you were surprised he hadn’t activated his sharingan. Kakashi wasn’t fairing much better on your other side, his jaw clenched under his mask and his fist opening and closing in an effort to keep his composure.

“We’re done here. Let’s go back inside and finish up so we can leave,”

Toma started shouting obscenities at you the moment your back was turned to him, but you had had enough and walked back inside without giving him a second more of your attention. The men reluctantly followed you, more disturbed by the interaction than you. Once the door was shut behind them, you visibly relaxed your shoulders.

“We were talking about not letting anyone know we were shinobi, I think. What else?” You prompted.

“Right…” Kakashi cleared his throat.

“Are we not going to talk about that?” Obito asked incredulously, still red in the face..

“We’ve already wasted enough time,” you replied dismissively.

“She’s right,”

Kakashi walked over to the table where he had placed one of the two bags he brought. He ignored Obito’s, “Are you serious?” and started back where he left off.

He reached into a side pocket and pulled out what looked like two thick silver chain bracelets. He held it up for the two of you to see. “These are chakra suppressors. Obito, I know you’re good at chakra suppression, but for security measures, I think the council will appreciate it if you wear these,”

Obito eyed them warily, but nodded slowly. The shift back to the task at hand sobered him some, though he was still tense. He held out his wrists and Kakashi unclasped one, carefully placing it around his wrist. The moment it clasped, it glowed and shrunk to tightly cling to his exposed skin. While putting the second on, Kakashi explained. “These recognize the wearer’s chakra signature so that they can’t be taken off by them. If there’s an emergency, Y/n will be able to take these off for you,”

“When you return, come straight here and contact me. No exceptions. I’ll send Sakura to assess anybody if needed, understood?”

You both nodded. Kakashi turned his attention solely to you. “What’s your plan for Hikaru? I can’t dismiss you until that’s sorted,”

“Well.. I’m sure my mom could take him for the weekend, but beyond that..” You looked at him pleadingly.

His eyes widened. He shook his head. “You’re not asking me, surely?”

“It’s not like you’d have him the whole time, it’d be two or three days and he’d be in school for the majority of it. Please? Sakura and Naruto could help you if you can’t pick him up,”

“Don’t you have anyone closer to you?”

“I would have already asked if I did,”

“..You don’t have anyone?”

His tone triggered something in you, and your expression soured. You gestured behind you and said, “How could I when I was dealing with that for years?”

He visibly winced. Your brows furrowed and you waved a frustrated hand through the air. “You know what, I don’t know why I even asked, that was dumb. I know you’re busy and it’s not your responsibility. I’ll figure it out,”

You snatched your phone out of your pocket and started stalking out of the room. Your frustration built up in your chest and between your shoulder blades as the weight of the day started sinking in with this new hurtle. What a rollercoaster of a day, and it wasn’t even dinnertime. You pulled up your mom’s number and pressed the call button.

Behind you, Obito asked Kakashi, “So, you’re actually dating, then?”

“No, that’s just village gossip,” he raked a hand through his hair.

Obito sighed in poorly veiled relief. “If that’s true, taking her kid would really make people talk. I’m sure she’ll figure it out. I imagine she’s probably used to, considering what that piece of shit said outside,”

Kakashi stilled. He looked blankly at Obito, his thoughts indecipherable. Without a word, he turned on his heel and followed you down the hallway, his Hokage’s robe swishing behind him. The door to the bathroom was cracked open, and he opened the door to find you sitting on the edge of the counter, aggressively tapping your fingers against the counter with your phone against your ear.

You hardly spared him a glance, caught up in your plight and struggling to contain your overwhelming emotions. Your mother hadn’t answered your first two calls, so your next call would be to your grandma, the one who was taking care of Hikaru. You pulled your phone away from your ear and groaned in frustration.

Kakashi called your name while you scrolled for your grandma’s contact. You barely heard him, so he went to stand in front of you. You pressed the phone to your ear after pressing ‘call’ and looked at him. He said your name again but you shook your head, listening to the phone ring with growing desperation. She had to answer, she just had to. You couldn’t handle not being able to contact anyone when you were on such a short time limit already. You had promised Hina you would be there, and you were going to be later than you had promised because you couldn’t travel at jounin speed on your second day. You couldn’t be delayed by this, too.

The call went to voicemail, and you couldn’t stop frustrated tears from springing up. You angrily wiped them away before they could fall. Crying was pointless.

“Y/n,”

“What?!” Your eyes finally met his, widening at your own tone.

You stared at each other in shared surprise for a second where you felt every negative emotion you had pushed away from that day wash over you.

Your face scrunched up and your tears sprang free. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated. I didn’t mean to do that,”

Kakashi shushed you and stepped forward to stand between your legs. He pulled you into a hug. “It’s okay, I understand. Listen,”

“I’ll take Hikaru, okay? Just give me your mom’s number and I’ll take care of it,”

You shook your head against his shoulder. “No, I can figure it out. I won’t burden you,”

“You’re not burdening me,”

“I am,” your shoulders lightly shook with a fresh wave of tears.

“I feel so fucking useless sometimes,” you whispered.

He tightened his grip around your shoulders. “You’re not, don’t say that,”

You huffed what he assumed was supposed to be a laugh. “I know that, objectively. Doesn’t make me feel it any less,”

You wiped at your face under the protection of his shoulder. You felt absolutely ridiculous, your emotions everywhere while your mind screamed at you to get it under control. You pulled away in an attempt to shut everything down. There wasn’t time for comfort, it was time for action. You pushed lightly against his chest and he stepped back, searching your gaze as you found the strength to shut yourself down. You succeeded with a couple deep breaths, reaching inward. In a few seconds, you were able to revert into a familiar dissociative state.

“That was embarrassing,” you commented, tears now dried.

His bewildered expression didn’t faze you as you continued now that you had suppressed everything. “He’s currently with my grandma, I’ll send you her and my mother’s information, if that’s really what you want,”

He nodded slowly. “Are you.. Okay?”

“Yes,”

You quickly texted him the information and slid off the counter. You shuffled past him and went into the living room. Obito was nowhere to be found, you noticed absently. Opening your bag, you rifled around until you found your keychain. You removed your door key from it and took it over to Kakashi, who was standing behind the couch, watching you with concern.

“For his things,”

He cautiously took it from you. You walked back down the hall in search of Obito and found him in his bedroom, staring at the standard flak jacket in his hands. Something about the scene caused your emotions to struggle against your hold. He looked over at you in the doorway. His brows furrowed in confusion and concern when he noticed your blank expression.

“Are you ready?”

“I-uh.. are you okay?”

You strode across the room to him and took the jacket in your hands. You held it out for him to put his arm through, and he complied, distracted from his thoughts by your actions. You went behind him and held it out and he slipped the other arm through. You stood in front of him and connected the zipper. Your eyes followed its path as you zipped it up. You looked up into his face when you had finished and stepped back.

You appraised him, scanning up and down. His uniform fit him well; his chest and arms filled out his shirt and his pants made him look even taller than he was. You noted that he looked unsure of himself, and you pushed gently against his shoulders until he stood straight. Your heart skipped a beat and once again your emotions attempted escaping their confines. You internally cursed him for depriving you and himself of this image.

Obito saw something flash across your face before it settled on neutrality again.

You patted his chest, and with a heavy voice, said, “Suits you,”

He inhaled sharply. You cleared your throat and tried not to look up into his eyes where tears were forming, fearing you would break the delicate line of your control. You left the room. He took a second to compose himself, then followed after you.

Part XIII

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 9 months ago

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Chapter 4 of The Teenage Mutant Phantom of the Opera!

@daboyau

A lot of things changed after Usagi so suddenly got the lead.

Obviously the biggest change was that he had to be included in the practice now since there wasn’t really any other choice.

People in the production started treating him a lot better too. He’s not exactly sure if it’s because they don’t want him to leave and force them to find someone else or if it’s fear of the phantom.

The incidents had stopped right after the former lead left. It was very suspicious, but saving Donnie proved that Usagi wasn’t the culprit.

That was something else that changed.

Donnie was way less frosty to him now that they had to act together, and making sure he didn’t get pummeled by a sand bag definitely helped.

Usagi was hanging up his costume when Donnie approached him.

“I need you to go with me to the coffee shop.”

“Uh….normally, someone asks the other person if they want to go, you know.”

“Well, I’m telling you I need you to. Technically you can still say no but it’s going to make things more difficult for me if you don’t.”

“I guess I should make sure that barista doesn’t finally lose it on you.” Usagi sighs.

As they leave together, Donnie can’t help but shudder, glancing back towards the stage.

“Something up?” Usagi looks as well.

“…..Nothing.” Donnie lies, turning around again.

It felt like someone was staring daggers at him, but no one seemed to even be looking their way.

The walk to the coffee shop is silent, but when they enter that doesn’t last long.

“YOU!” The barista shouts and points at Donnie.

He hides behind Usagi.

“Did you bring me here to be a yokai shield?”

“You agreed to come!”

Usagi makes a unamused face but still walks over to the counter while Donnie carefully follows behind.

“Hey Lex, can I get a caramel Frappuccino with extra syrup?”

She nods, heading off to prepare the drink.

“You’re on a first name basis?”

“I’ve come here a few times since figuring out that drink order. Since you haven’t called to complain since she’s been pretty grateful.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I was just letting them know it wasn’t correct.”

“Telling someone they’re wrong without telling them how to be right isn’t too helpful.”

Donnie rolls his eyes.

Lex soon comes back and hands them their drinks. She already knew what Donnie wanted.

The two of them take their drinks and pay.

Lex stares hard at Donnie which makes him pretty uncomfortable.

Usagi gently nudges him, motioning for him to take a drink.

He does as asked.

Lex huffs happily when she sees that he doesn’t hate it and gets back to the other costumers.

“Did she really have to see me drink it?”

“She was ready to pull her fur out because she couldn’t make it right before, I’d be really happy to see you finally enjoy it too.”

Donnie grumpily continues to grumpily sip his drink.

They leave the shop after that.

“How do you….do that?”

“Do what?” Usagi looks over at him.

“Understand people.”

“Oh I do not understand people that well at all!” His ears shoot up.

“You are somehow doing it better than me so now I feel insulted.”

“Look, almost all the friends I have right now are people who wanted me dead at first. There’s only one who doesn’t and I’ve upset him a few times accidentally already. I’m just really not as good at it as you think.”

“Then how did you know how she was feeling? What her thought process was?”

“I only imagined what it must feel like in her place.”

“Ugh, you make it sound so easy!”

“You know it’s okay for it not to be easy right? Sometimes it just isn’t. It’s something to work on.”

“I’m getting pretty tired of working on myself. Part of the reason I’m in this opera is because my brother said it would be good for me to “socialize” and “express myself” in ways other than technology. What’s wrong with being me?”

“It sort of sounds like he might be worried that you, I don’t know, have baristas wishing you death and trying to catch people confessing on tape.”

“I do not recall that.” Donnie takes an extra long sip.

“Why did you join it if you think it wouldn’t help?”

“My brother would have been sad and since he’s the baby of the family it would have caused a lot of problems. And…I don’t know…..maybe I did want to socialize.”

“Even though you don’t like me, we did talk. I’d say you’ve been socializing.”

“I don’t exactly hate you. I just don’t understand you and that makes me angry.”

Usagi raises an eyebrow.

“You could just ask me questions? I’m sort of an open book, you seem like more of a safe to me.”

“I just told you I have a brother.”

“Yeah, but I knew that already from the whole glitter thing you mentioned.”

Donnie’s eyes widen.

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do, you hardly talk about your family unprompted like that. Or even in general really.”

“Maybe not unprompted, but not many people ask in the first place.”

They walk in silence for a second or two.

“Do you have more brothers?”

“One. I have two in total. I’m told it used to be three.”

“O-Oh. Can….can I ask what happened?”

“My father said he lost him somewhere he could never get him back. That’s all I know.”

“Wow….do you….think about it a lot?”

“We have one of those death shrines in the room that would have been his. There’s not even a photo, just a drawing my younger brother did. With absolutely no way of knowing what he could have been like it’s hard to gauge his potential presence in my life.”

“Do you still try?”

“…..I ran a program, once. An algorithm that could determine different possibilities of a third brother. It was useless, even the most likely one could be widely off base.”

“Why did you tell me this?”

“I’m proving I’m not a safe.”

“You didn’t have to tell me something so personal.”

“You asked about my brothers and what happened to one of them. I answered.”

“That’s….true. I guess I’m just not used to hearing something like that so soon.”

“It’s not that personal to me anyways. It’s not like I lost someone I knew in the first place.”

“But do you wonder?”

“Wonder what?”

“Wonder what it might have been like with another brother.”

“I set up an algorithm for that actually. There’s a 90% probability that he would have been annoying, in my space constantly, and not nearly as smart.”

Usagi notices the way his face falls a bit. He looks away and purposefully bumps into him.

Donnie barely keeps his drink in his hands.

“Hey! Watch it!”

“Whoops.” Usagi smiles.

Donnie furrows his brows until he realizes what he was doing and rolls his eyes.

“You’re already plenty annoying, you don’t need do that.” He still has the twinges of a smile on his face.

They eventually made it back to the theatre.

Their scenes together for the rest of the day seemed much less tense than they usually were.

After production was over and mostly everyone went home, Donnie held back slightly when he saw that Usagi wasn’t leaving yet.

“Why are you still sticking around here when you don’t have to work on the set?”

“Oh, uh…..it’s pretty nice here at night! It’s actually relaxing to be alone and look at everything.”

“That sounds entirely unbelievable but also somewhat harmless so I’m just going to say goodnight and don’t die.” Donnie waves as he leaves.

Usagi waves back, relieved that he doesn’t have to explain what he’s actually doing.

He still continued his singing lessons with Leo despite getting more time to practice. It helped to be able to do both, but he also just wanted to see him that often.

Leo shows up a little late, hands behind his back.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

“It’s okay, it wasn’t that long.”

“I wanted to bring you something.” He holds out a small cutting board with two apples and a knife.

“You brought snacks!”

“Special snacks.”

They take their usual places at the edge of the stage with their legs dangling over.

Leo begins carefully cutting up the first apple. By the time he’s done, the slices end up resembling rabbit ears.

Usagi’s eyes light up.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do that! I always loved eating them this way when I was younger.”

Leo hands him the already done slices and works on the next apple.

Usage happily eats them, ears twitching a bit.

Leo’s heart melts.

He was originally doing this just because he got jealous that he saw Usagi and Donnie getting along before leaving together.

While he still felt that way, most of it is replaced with just adoring the brightness of Usagi’s perfect brown eyes.

Part of him wonders if the jealously is really just because that dumb soft shelled yokai in general or because he wishes he could leave this place together with Usagi.

He’s been using his portals to grab items necessary for him to survive ever since Melyna died.

Well, some were less than necessary but still helped him from going completely nuts while all alone.

New song books for the organ, magazines with articles about the theatre world, some comic books, just to stave off boredom.

What he takes has changed since Usagi.

He read plenty of books about rabbits. He wanted to know everything he could about him, even if it didn’t apply specifically to him.

Once he practically memorized a page from reading it so much, he would draw Usagi’s signature ear ties on the rabbits and then hang it up on his wall.

It was practically filled up with those pages at this point.

Seeing it, seeing him here, right now, Leo knows that he’s been changing.

Focusing on keeping the theatre and its performances perfect was all he cared about before.

He assumed he was so obsessed over Usagi because of his voice, how important he is to the ultimate goal of the best opera ever.

It was more than that now.

Leo wanted Usagi happy no matter what he did.

“How was your day today? Is Donnie still giving you trouble?”

Usagi swallows the apple pieces he’s just chewed.

“He was actually being pretty nice despite using me as a shield at first. We went to the coffee shop together and he told me some things about himself that make me think he’s not as bad as I thought he was.”

Leo grips the knife in his hand harder.

“Has he apologized for how he treated you?”

“No….he hasn’t. Maybe he’s just too embarrassed to do it after I helped him.” Usagi awkwardly looks down and plays with his hands.

He feels a little dumb for not only taking this so lightly, but also

“From what you’ve told me, he might not even feel bad about it. It’s possible he’s being friendly with you just so he can do his role without taking any responsibility for what he’s done.”

Usagi looks back at him in surprise, ears tensing.

“You think so? He seemed so genuine.”

Leo grits his teeth slightly, cutting up the apple in his hand faster.

Maybe he wasn’t fine with Usagi being happy doing just anything.

Donnie doesn’t care about him the way Leo does, nobody can!

Leo understands him, they have a connection!

“Guys like him just aren’t worth your time.”

“But I think there’s a chance-“

“He didn’t stick up for you! He’s not good enough for you!” Leo accidentally is too forceful and the knife goes right through the apple.

It cuts into his hand.

“L-Leo!” Usagi shouts.

Leo feels his blood run cold as it runs down his hand.

He holds it close to his plastron and stands up in a panic.

Usagi stands up as well.

“Hold on, there’s a first aid kit here somewhere, let’s get you bandaged up!” He reaches out to take a look at his hand.

Leo recoils.

He can’t let him see the fact that it’ll heal itself within seconds.

There’s already been too much, he’s already too strange.

He already accidentally dropped his façade.

Anything more and he would just see what a complete freak he really was.

There would never be a chance to be with him.

Leo runs off.

Usagi quickly follows, shouting his name.

Despite being so fast behind him, he ends up losing him.

No matter how long he searched in different areas back there, he couldn’t find any trace of his friend.

He was left all alone, dumbstruck.

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dnangelic · 4 months ago

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Well, I'm gonna be a little bit more interesting and innovative than this, mind you, but your whole situation pretty much lends itself to one of my absolute favorite, chic summery gradient looks, so. If you ever need a fall-back plan, keep in mind: Hazy Days dark red-violet, a tiny hint of Royal Fuschia, and finish with Fire Island orange, layer them on a sponge and dab dab dab.

As for what we're really going for today? Well, I hope you didn't have any immediate plans becauuuuuuse

I wanna do.... stained glass.... 😊😊😊 you'd better buckle up, young man.

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After carefully double-coating the colors, we remove the tape, use a fine tip brush to retrace the lines with our black, and seal the whole deal in with a thick, glossy top coat! Now you can go snatch up some masterpieces while wearing some fancy artwork of your own 😌

@mielmoto

' mhm , mhmm . ' the process escapes him faster than he evaded the likes of cops and inspectors during a high-speed heist , but you can't really blame him , right ? part of letting yourself be spoiled meant shutting your thoughts off and indulging in the luxury of having someone else do everything for you ... likewise , for all his other self's appreciation of technique and colorful artistry , he's sure that daisuke would never have the guts to buckle up and practice whatever he was taught before rushing for remover , peeling away every layer before ever allowing a single witness .

a damn shame , really . look how pretty --- !

it's the very end result that the great phantom thief lets out a low whistle at , the soft gust of his breath hitting each nail as it dried as he admires honey's handiwork --- alongside her blatant expertise . perfect wasn't a word that he usually used in regards to just about anything , his standards as merciless as they were magnifique ... but the curl of his smile readily accompanies the deep satisfaction twinkling in his eyes as his pupils slowly dance across his hands . then comes the hum ; devil's lyrechords' curl and purr :

' kan-pe-ki . '

she should have been nothing short of immensely proud of herself , a sentiment he likewise trusted her to acceptantly bear . yet , in one final act of administered indulgence ; a simple tease if not a test , he lets one of his hands and its fresh-dried decoration pat at the very top of the other's head , nails scratching gently and affectionately at honey's skin , through her hair , as one might have with very a small cat .

' i don't know how long they'll get to last ... ' yet that was never the point , was it ? ' ... but i'll do everything to get them photographed and recorded from every angle . ' only the best . in the meanwhile --- ' you've got all my gratitude , honey . thanks . '

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another-whump-sideblog · 2 years ago

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Jane's Pets Chapter 66: Growth

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Masterlist

You haven’t slept in three days.

Surely you’ll be tired enough to forget the lack of collar soon. Jane’s used sleep deprivation against you, you know you’ll eventually reach a point where nothing matters but sleep. It’s just taking longer than you expected.

Everyone is very proud of you for having your collar off for so long. Or, they were, before they realized you haven’t been sleeping.

Barron’s been avoiding you, still, and you’re glad, because you don’t want to deal with that right now. Because Barron seems nice, and you want to trust it, and that’s how you felt about Jane.

Diya has been trying to help you sleep with your collar off, going over relaxation techniques over and over again. It helps a little, but you can never get more than half-asleep before jolting awake in panic because your collar is off and that means she’s going to hurt you and you’re in trouble-

“Ethan.” Diya seems tired too. Ey’s been staying up with you as long as ey can, which isn’t very long, but you appreciate the effort. “I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but… I think you need to put the collar back on. Just to get some sleep. These relaxation techniques will be a lot more helpful once you’re well rested.”

“You’re giving up on me.” Even to you, your voice sounds hollow.

“No, no, of course not. I know you’ll eventually fall asleep if you keep going like this, I just don’t think that’s the healthiest way. And… I think you’re torturing yourself with sleep deprivation instead of breaking the association between the collar being off and torture. But I guess if you put it back on to end the sleep deprivation that wouldn’t break the association either… but you’d be able to sleep, and you need to sleep.”

What Diya says tugs on a memory in the back of your mind, barely there. A phantom shock runs through your body and you cry out.

“I wasn’t…Okay. Okay.” You don’t fully understand everything Diya said. You’re so tired. “Where…”

Diya hands you your collar and you fasten it around your neck. Not too tight, just enough that you know it’s there.

It’s like a weight has been lifted. You hate that it feels that way, that Jane still controls you in that way.

You lie down on the couch and fall asleep immediately.

Kitty is so, so stupid. What could they even have used the key for? They got Puppy tortured, Puppy probably saved their life and if they weren’t so stupid she wouldn’t be hurt right now.

If it wasn’t for their stupidity, Puppy would’ve gotten a few more days of consistent food and sleep. Puppy sacrificed herself for them and they got her hurt. It was so selfish of them, to keep the key. What were they thinking?

These thoughts run on a loop in Kitty’s head over and over and over. They don’t know for how long. They try to measure time, based on their hunger and how the pain in their hands progresses, but they can’t be sure.

The headphones aren’t taped to their head like they usually are. Jane said if they thrash around trying to shake them off, she’ll stick hot pokers in their ears and wiggle them around until they can’t hear anymore, and Kitty knows she wasn’t bluffing.

Kitty is chained to the wall by their neck, but the chain is long enough to give them space to move. Because holding a stress position for as long as Jane plans on leaving them here might kill them, Jane said.

Kitty spends a lot of time lying flat on the ground, trying to feel for the vibrations that would mean someone was walking nearby. It’s never worked before, but they can hope.

You feel a lot better after getting some sleep. You want to go straight back into keeping your collar off, but Diya says you should just relax for a bit. That it’s better to make slow, incremental progress than to go back and forth between doing really really well and doing really really bad, in eir opinion.

Greg said you’d feel really really good some days and really really bad other days no matter what you do, but they agreed with Diya that it would be less taxing to go slow.

So, you keep your collar loose but still on, and do your chores, and chat and play games, and read, and cook, and write your name over and over again. You try to knit some more.

It only takes you a few days to get impatient again. You want it off. And you do take it off, but it always ends up back on again within a few hours at most.

You just want to be done with all of it, with everything Jane did to you. You want to be able to wear whatever you want without showing scars and you want to be able to go wherever you want without worrying about her finding you. It’s not fair that you got away and still have to be affected by her every day.

But there’s no point in getting angry. This is just the way it is. Scars don’t go away, and Jane is always going to hunt you.

You settle into life in the cabin, enjoy the good days, and hope that you’ll be able to sleep without your collar soon.

Kitty feels something touch their headphones and jumps. Someone grabs their chin. They recoil, and then relax. They’re being touched, they can feel something, someone’s there, and it’s terrible but it’s better than feeling nothing.

Their headphones get yanked off, and they hear a whimper. Probably their’s.

“How are you doing, Kitty?” Everything is so loud. It’s better than the silence.

“I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry.” Their voice doesn’t sound right.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, yes, I learned my lesson, please Master, I learned my lesson.”

“Hmm… I don’t believe you.”

The headphones are back on their head. They scream, or they think they did, but they can’t hear it. Did that even happen? Was Jane even here?

Kitty curls up against the wall, hugging their knees. They can feel the wall and the floor and their body, they’re solid, they’re real. They press a hand against their chest, feeling for a heartbeat, but no matter how they focus, it doesn’t take long for the dark and quiet to swallow them whole.

Puppy is locked in a cage, muzzled. Master’s giving her a break from punishment, and she’s even been given permission to sleep.

She’s trying. She’s in a lot of pain, and that makes it hard to sleep, but she knows she’ll regret it if she doesn’t.

She hears someone clear their throat, and she whines in fear, swiveling her head around to find the source. Is Master already back? She didn’t get any sleep, she didn’t get a second away from the pain-

“…hi. You won’t see me, I’m invisible right now.”

The voice is very quiet, barely there. Puppy stills. That’s not Master’s voice.

“My name is Barron. I… I’m one of the people who saved your friend. I wanted to see if you wanted to leave, too.”

Oh, Master won’t like this at all. Puppy shakes her head widely and screams behind the muzzle. If Barron wanted to, they could probably drag Puppy away, she’s so weak right now, and then she’d be in trouble, and she’s already in trouble.

Her throat is already raw, but she screams as loud as she can. To scare off Barron, to get Master’s attention, to protect herself.

Master doesn’t come. She screams and screams, and Master doesn’t come, not even to tell her to shut up if she doesn’t want her vocal cords torn out.

She quickly wears herself out. She can’t tell if Barron is still there, and the thought terrifies her. They’ll take her away from her Master, she’ll get in trouble, she’ll be punished even worse!

After what feels like hours of waiting, listening carefully for any sign of Barron still being there, she decides she better start trying to sleep again. She’ll wake up if someone tries to take her, surely.

She closes her eyes and tries to ignore the pain. It’s all she can do.

Kitty can’t tell if they’re dreaming or not. If the images that flash in their head are memories or pure fabrications. They drown in the darkness. Are they being waterboarded? No, no, that’s just their blindfold, but why is it wet?

Something runs up their spine. Something is around their neck. Who turned out the lights? Are they asleep? Did someone call their name? Who’s there? Is Kitty talking? Are they here at all?

A pressure is removed from their head- wait, can they hear now?

“Are you going to be good for me, Kitty?”

“Y- Yes, yes Master.” They respond on instinct, slowly figuring out where they are and what’s going on.

“Are you ever going to disobey me again?”

“I won’t, Master.”

“Are you going to try and get around my rules again? Are you going to do things you know I wouldn’t like?”

“I won’t, Master.”

Jane doesn’t say anything. Kitty leans towards where her voice was, desperate to be talked to, to be touched, to be seen and heard.

“…please, Master. I’ll be so good.”

Silence. And then the rustle of fabric, and pressure over their ears again.

Kitty is starting to think they won’t ever leave the basement again.

For the first time, you’re actually excited for Barron to get back. It’s invisibly checking on Puppy and Kitty right now, and you desperately need to know how they’re doing. They better be alright.

While you wait, you write your name over and over. You loosen your collar as loose as it will go, then tighten it again, then loosen it again. Greg gives you a figit cube, which you play with for a while before going back to writing your name.

You want them to see how much you’ve grown, if they are ready to escape today. You want them to see how you’re not scared of your name or your neck being bare. You want to give them hope. You want to help them the way they helped you so many times before.

You close your eyes. “Liam,” you whisper, too softly for Diya or Greg to hear. Your eyes fly open.

You did it. You did it, even if it feels like you’re being eaten alive by fear. You tighten your collar and play with Greg’s figit cube for a bit.

“My name. My name is Liam.”

Diya’s face lights up. “You did it! How are you feeling?”

“I… bad.” Your heart is pounding, pounding, pounding. Don’t think about what Jane would do to you if she knew, don’t think about it-

“What are five things you can see?” Greg asks.

You take a sharp breath. “Y-you, and Diya. The cube you gave me. The floor. My hands.”

“What are four things you can feel?”

“I-“

You’re interrupted by a loud popping, and Barron appears in the middle of the room. It’s face looks almost grey. Your fear evaporates, replaced with a horrible anticipation.

Barron is quiet for a moment. “They don’t want to leave. I spoke to Puppy. I asked if she wanted to leave. She shook her head and screamed, getting Jane’s attention. I left quickly after that.”

Your chest aches for them. They’re still so afraid… “What about Kitty?”

“I didn’t- I was willing to talk to Puppy because you’ve only ever said that Jane could see things from her void. It seemed… worth the risk, to speak invisibly. But I would’ve had to… make visible changes, to talk to Kitty.”

You grab your blanket and hug it to your chest. Diya comes and sits next to you.

“They’ll come around.” Ey says softly. “It’ll just take more time.”

You nod numbly. You’d let yourself forget, for a while, that while you’re here healing, they’re being tortured over and over for Jane’s entertainment. And they don’t think there’s any escape, any hope.

“I want to see them. I want to talk to them, maybe if I show them I’m okay-“

“It’s not safe. You know that. Puppy’s first instinct was to call for Jane when I offered help.”

Your fists tighten around the fabric in your hands. “So I get to be safe while they suffer?”

“…Yeah.” Greg says. “They chose to stay. Repeatedly.”

“It’s not fair.”

“It isn’t.” Greg agrees.

You fight back tears. It’s not fair.

“I’ll go and check on them again in a month or so.” Barron promises.

You nod. Why wouldn’t they just leave? Why are they staying with Jane when everything there is awful?

You rest your head on Diya’s shoulder. You’ve grown so much, but it’s hard to care when your best friends are suffering.

Kitty’s ready the next time Jane takes off their headphones. They’ve already decided that the next time Jane talks to them, they will behave perfectly. They will only speak when spoken to, and insist that Jane knows best, that Master knows best, that it’s up to her whether or not to let them out. Hopefully that’s what she wants. Hopefully this is a test they can pass and not meaningless sadism.

“Hi, Kitty.”

“Hi, Master.”

“Are you ready to leave the basement?”

“Whatever you think is best, Master.”

“Aren’t you cute? Are you going to be obedient?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jane runs her fingers through their hair. They shudder, but lean into the touch. “What a good Kitty you are. Just a few more weeks, I think. Maybe a month or two.”

Kitty doesn’t quite recognize the sound that comes out of their mouth. Something between a whimper and a protest. Jane laughs and slides the headphones back over their ears.

This is ridiculous.

Barron hides in its room the large, large majority of the time it’s not at work. You cower at the sound of its footsteps when its been nothing but kind to you.

Maybe it is trying to trick you, but even in that case, there’s no way that tiptoeing around each other is making things better for everyone. You can’t leave. Not trusting it doesn’t make it any harder for it to hurt you, and if it’s waiting for you to let your guard down to strike, wouldn’t you rather know? Get it over with.

You’re safe, and Kitty and Puppy aren’t, and you should act like it. You shouldn’t cower when they have so much more reason to than you do and still stand tall.

You knock on its door. You’re nervous, but you’ve recently done lots of things while being nervous, and you almost always ended up feeling better afterwards.

Barron opens the door. “…Hey Ethan. What’s up?”

You take a deep breath. “I don’t want you to hide in your own home to make me more comfortable.” Another deep breath. You empty your lungs fully before breathing in again. “Do you want to come play Uno?”

Barron smiles, just a little. “I would like that a lot.”

Kitty doesn’t get their hopes up the next time Jane takes off their headphones.

“Thank you, Master.” Thanking her might help. Jane likes when they thank her.

“How polite. Are you going to be polite if I let you come upstairs?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You’re going to be good? Focus on keeping your Master happy, instead of what you can get away with?”

“Yes, Master.”

A pause. Kitty prepares for the headphones to go back on, sobbing involuntarily. They’d do anything to end this.

A gentle hand strokes their cheek. “Are you hungry?”

This is new. “Y-yes, Master.”

Jane keeps them alive with a needle in their arm, when they’re in sensory deprivation. They’re pretty sure that shouldn’t be possible, that they’d need a feeding tube or something, but they’re alive anyway.

Still hungry, though. They desperately want some real food.

“Open your mouth.”

Kitty obeys. Something small, hard, and dry is dropped into their mouth.

Cat food. How sad is it that they can recognize the texture and taste of cat food so quickly?

They keep their mouth open. They need to show Jane they can be obedient, be polite. If she said to do something, they will keep doing it until she tells them to stop.

“Eat it.”

Kitty obeys eagerly. Cat food is better than no food. Not by much, but it’s enough. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good Kitty. Open your mouth.”

They repeat the process over and over, until their stomach aches slightly less. They thank Jane every time.

They start to worry when Jane goes quiet again. They can’t go into the quiet again, they can’t-

Jane takes off the blindfold. Kitty winces, unused to the brightness of the room.

“Th-thank you Master, thank you, thank you so much-“

Jane harshly grabs the chain around their neck and pulls them closer. They gasp, afraid they’re in trouble, but Jane unlocks the chain and tightens their collar around their neck in one fluid motion.

The collar is back on. They’re safe, they’re safe, they’re going to get to go back upstairs.

“Go clean yourself off.” Jane says.

“In- in the bathroom? Upstairs?”

She laughs. “Yes, Kitty. Go upstairs and have a nice shower or bath, and then we’ll talk about how things are going to be going forward.”

“Yes Master, thank you master.”

Kitty fights the urge to sprint up the stairs. They’re safe, they’re safe. They take the stairs one step at a time.

"Look at how much you've grown." Jane says, clearly pleased. Kitty can't help but to be pleased as well. Master is happy with them,

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #sensory deprivation tw #muzzle tw #torture tw #disscussion of torture tw #jane’s pets #2nd person pov #3rd person pov

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rottenbrainstuff · 5 months ago

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Ooooh! This absolutely breaks my heart. This was too much for the tags so I’m just adding comments: sorry to clog up this post, lots of nerd thoughts below the cut:

I picked The Force Awakens, and it breaks my heart a lot to see so few people pick it. The fact that it’s even behind Revenge of the Sith, even Rogue One, the fact that it’s ON PAR WITH PHANTOM MENACE? My gosh. My heart.

I honestly think the backlash against TFA has less to do with the quality of the movie itself, and more to do with everyone’s negative reaction to the extremely poor conclusion to the trilogy, and it really poisoned everyone’s impression of the previous two movies which like…. Honestly, before TRoS came out, was very positive? At least from my corner of the fandom I was perched on?

Well let’s start from the beginning here. Picking one single Star Wars movie to save. That is so, so hard to decide. Personally, to me, my first thought is always Return of the Jedi, but I know that’s because of my own personal circumstances. You see when I was a kid, that was the only Star Wars movie I had a copy of, taped from tv by my parents. I never even saw the other two movies until I was an adult. To me, for 18 years, RotJ WAS Star Wars. I like the story. I like Luke all quiet and conflicted, I like Leia charging in to save her man and strangling Jabba the Hutt with his own chains, I like the Emperor and the dramatic conclusion and Luke redeeming his father and everything. Because I never saw A New Hope for so long, it never bothered me that the central goal of blowing up the Death Star 2.0 is too similar. I liked the ewoks because I was probably just at the right age for them.

I think it’s a great movie but it’s impossible for me to say how the fact that it was the only movie I saw for so long has biased me in its favour.

So I mean what about A New Hope then? That’s the one that started it all. It has a classic story structure, so classic we studied it in my film class in college. It’s our big intro to most of the characters we love, the one that started it all, and really the only one in the entire series that can exist by itself, with the plot perfectly able to stand alone without sequels or prequels, something none of the other trilogy movies have done since.

Myeh I dunno though. I recognize its importance as the one that started it all, but…. The Luke here is not the Luke I came to like, the lightsaber fight is… like… it’s laughable guys, I’m not going to pretend that it’s not, the budget is small, like, I mean, no disrespect, like I said this is the movie that started it all, and I think George Lucas had really creative filming ideas to get around the limitations of the time, I do, but I don’t get EXCITED about A New Hope.

(And empire strikes back: like myeh, this is an unpopular opinion but I honestly don’t really get the hype this movie gets. To me it feels like it is missing a beginning and an end, because it is, it’s the filling in a sandwich and it doesn’t work without its bread. And I like the events that happen in the other movies better. In fact I have a hard time remembering the exact plot of it sometimes. Yoda and cloud city, basically I guess. Myeh. I find it forgettable, tbh)

So no one likes The Force Awakens in 2024, cause everyone is so rightly upset at how Disney bungled the sequel trilogy as a whole. Ok fair. But go back in time. I grew up a Star Wars fan. And while I was in highschool, they announced they were making another trilogy! Holy shit! It had been something like ten years where we had nothing! Absolutely nothing! Everyone was so excited!

Look I know attitudes towards the prequel trilogy have softened a lot recently, but guys, if you weren’t there, it’s hard to express what a complete and total disappointment Phantom Menace was when it was released. No one liked it. It was too stupid for adults to enjoy, too boring for little kids to really enjoy, it was ugly, it was lazy, it had Jar Jar, like, I mean. Looking back now and viewing it as just one entry in a big sea of Star Wars things that are of extremely varying quality, sure, whatever. But when it first came out we were MAD. Each movie in the trilogy got a little better as they went, and honestly RotS is watchable, but guys, the prequels were initially regarded as a big fucking joke. They made documentaries about it. The only people who were Star Wars fans after that were kids who were watching the clone wars cartoons.

So then they announce that once again, they’re making more Star Wars movies. I was absolutely, 110% uninterested in seeing what bullshit they were going to churn out. Can’t express to you how uninterested I was. I vividly remember the first production photos I saw with Rey in her Jakku outfit wearing her sand shroud thingie and her goggles. No interest at all. It’s going to be another boring attempt to get everyone’s attention using a setting we are familiar with, but it’s going to have the completely wrong tone and look and not feel like Star Wars at all, and probably it’s also going to be aimed at kids, because at that time, like I said, kids watching clone wars were probably the biggest current fans.

But it was getting good reviews. And they cast Adam Driver, who looked so…. Weird to me. Like, he was not the bad guy I was expecting to see. I was curious, so I went to go see it in January.

And like

It felt like Star Wars.

In fact it was everything I ever wanted from a Star Wars movie. I had so much goddamned fun watching it in the theater.

The opening shots absolutely fucking hooked me. I knew immediately this movie was being made by people who knew what they were doing. The instantly likeable characters. Finn the compassionate stormtrooper, Poe the handsome hotshot pilot, Rey the little desert goblin, BB8, the cutest little droid, who I actually prefer to R2D2. And Kylo Ren, such an unusual and interesting bad guy.

Sure, the plot structure is very similar to A New Hope. But guys, you do realize, I mean first of all that’s not necessarily a bad thing, IMO, but second of all, they did that on purpose? The fanbase at the time had been so badly burned by the prequels, we needed assurance this new trilogy was going to be Star Wars again, and it was. Besides that though, the story was tight. The movie was perfectly paced, proper rise and fall of tension, funny jokes. Man even though I’ve seen this movie a million times, I still feel excited watching Finn and Poe escape in the tie fighter, I still laugh my head off when Finn meets Rey for the first time and she tries to kick his ass, I still love watching the fight in the forest and little Rey Nobody facing off against the spooky guy with the Jedi pedigree. I love the music, I love the lighting, I love the colours, I love the use of practical effects (like, don’t you guys remember how much we squealed over Rey’s instant bread?), I love Han and Leia back again, I love that they had a complicated past and not a boring perfect happily ever after. I love how excited it made me to see MORE. The only thing, the single thing, I didn’t like about the movie was how it showed Luke at the end. That was a mistake, and everything else was literally perfect. I loved these new characters and I wanted to see what happened next. I loved how the fandom all came together (minus the bizarre anti reylo bullshit). Like guys.

Come on.

I know the trilogy didn’t end up panning out and I know that’s a goddamned shame. I’m mad too. But like. Don’t throw TFA under the bus. Don’t you guys remember how much you used to like it?

Anyways. Obviously everyone is entitled to their own opinions and that’s ok. I just had to do something with my poor broken heart when I saw these results, so here it is. Don’t worry, TFA: I will always love you best.

Very important poll based on a debate I just had:

And the most important question:

WHY THAT ONE? -> tags

(Every reblog is another hour George Lucus must spend in hell wearing the sexy slave Leia outfit)

#tfa #Star Wars #the force awakens

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why-is-gomorrah · 4 months ago

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Eoin's Beginning

Characters: Eoin Content: whump, hurt no comfort, hunted like prey, electric shock, kidnapping, chains, prison cell, desperation, private humiliation AO3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/57445483/chapters/146147362 He is in a field. He. Yes, that’s right, he/him. Or so he thinks. His name is Eoin. Why am I in a field…

The sound of dogs barking. He turns around to face them. They are coming for him, them, with their dogs. Their dogs pull at the leashes. He turns to run.

He doesn’t know why he runs. He just knows that he must. It is his purpose to run.

He doesn’t know why. No, he has a clue. He has an inkling that if he did not run, bad things would happen to him. What those bad things are, he does not know. There is no reason, only fear here.

Just fear. Just run. He runs and the field ends. The grass turns into detritus and the open space around him is suddenly populated by trees. He runs. He trips. He falls.

He gets up. He runs. He must run. He prays. He knows not what or to who. But he prays. He exits the forest into a strange place. The ground is gray and flat. Everything is boxes.

A city. He turns around a white boxy building. He sits on the ground and huffs. He feels a sense of temporary calm. A sense that he gets a break, but not for too long. He remembers them, the people chasing him. They have no faces. Only gray smudges where faces should be. The dogs, however, are fully formed and natural. He huffs in and out, closing his eyes. The feeling, almost like a ghost, warns him not too. Too bad. He doesn’t care. He’s out of breath. It doesn’t make any sense. The phantom of feelings pushes at him. He ignores it. The phantom grows stronger. He ignores it. It wants him to move. Fast.

He doesn’t move. His eyes pop open at the sound of dogs barking. He stands up, but it’s too late. They found him. A dog sinks its teeth into his arm and he screams. One of them pulls out a taser and shocks him. He falls to the ground, defeated. They bind and gag him with duct tape and drag him to a nondescript black truck and throw him in the back. They line up on either side of him. One puts a foot on his back and presses him down so he can’t see. The road is bumpy. They throw a bag over his head and drag him out. He is seated. They pull the bag off his head. A bright light is in his eyes. The light moves. There is a face. “Hello, Eoin.” Eoin wears a puzzled face. “How do you know my name?” They laugh. He focuses on their blond hair, which is cut in a crewcut. They have scars, including one on the side of their face above their ear. He gets dragged into a jail cell. The tape is cut.

Shackles are placed around his ankles, wrists and even his neck.

He is too exhausted to move.

Someone brings him soup, a thin broth.

He sips it slowly, careful not to spill any.

He hears them laugh again.

He looks up at her.

Her. Her scars are more prominent and her hair is long, pulled back in a ponytail.

Or does she have a high fade?

She has hair to her chin, and the side of her head is shaved. She has a pierced lip.

The distraction makes his hands shake and he spills some of what's in the bowl.

He licks it off the floor in desperation.

“Stooping so low already?”

He ignores her.

“Bring him in.”

They drag him into a pristine white room with a drain in the middle.

She shocks him with the taser.

This goes on and on for what feels like hours.

He is reduced to tears.

“Why? Why? Why?” he asks.

She smiles. Her name is Eowyn.

“Why not?”

#whump arg #meta arg #meta whump #arg #gomorrah arg #anonymous arg #eoin gomorrah

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heeheetag · 3 years ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHsorry just got a little scared cuz theres another spooky ghost in my house now (half ghost, anyway...)

#im aware shes . TECHNICALLY a phantom because those are different things in touhou for some reason #but jsut go with it for me ok Thankyou #nendoroid #good smile company #touhou project #konpaku youmu #2011 #figure photography #nendoroid photography #her stand kind of sucks ????? she doesnt have a stable plastic rod that goes into her back like most other nendos #she just kind of has. like. a little perch you're supposed to stand her on. but it doesnt fit her very well #... so i just taped her back to the phantom . it works as long as i dont move her too much LOL #ANYWAY shes from a buyee haul :) i got 3 of the sega PM figures too hehe #ill post thos fellas later tho #saigyouji yuyuko #...kinda. lol

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wrestlingoneshot · 2 years ago

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A LOVER OF A SERIAL KILLER (PT.1)

Pairing: Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy

Trigger Warning: Violence, Murder, Blood, Torture

"Erzahler! To my office!"

Ryan lifted up his head from his cubicle after working on the computer. He stood up as his boss called him into her office. Ryan made his way confidently as he sat in front of his boss.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"We have another murder story." She said as she placed a folder in front of him. Ryan sighed and opened the folder.

"Tell me it's another case tied to the Phantom Killer."

"I'm afraid so. And since you been on this story since it started, it's all yours. I trust you to get the scoop."

Ryan sighed. He didn't like to deal with stories of murders, but if this help to catch this cold blooded killer, he'll do it. "Where is the location?"

"2314 Ashbright Road."

"Wow, uptown? That close to the rich folks?"

"I dunno. That's where you come in, Erzahler."

Ryan stood up and nods. Without any other word, he took the folder, went to get his press pass and leaves to the scene.

It was a long two hour drive to closer uptown. A quiet rural neighborhood that usually no trouble this heavy. There were attempted burglary or porch pirates but nothing like murder. Ryan drove up to there the scene of the crime is. The police, ambulance and the tape surrounded the home. Ryan, parked and got out and made his way towards the house. Two cops at the front of the house stops Ryan before he crossed the tape.

"Sorry sir. The crime scene is off limits." One cop said.

Ryan held up his badge. "Ryan Erzahler, Daily Journal. I have been summoned here."

"I'm sorry sir, but orders were not to allow--"

"Ease up fellas. He's allowed."

The two cops and Ryan turned to the Chief of Police. Ryan smiled at the familiar face. "Chief Ka. Always a pleasure."

Chief Kaitlyn Ka nods at Ryan, then turned to her officers. "I summoned him. Good job boys, but he's allowed. Mr. Erzahler would you please.."

The two cops lifted the tape and Ryan went under to follow the chief. After they were away from earshot of the other two cops, Ryan followed Kaitlyn through the house.

"Thanks, Kait."

"No need to thank me. That's why I called you here. You're the only journalist that I can trust." Kaitlyn said.

"Glad to be of service."

Kaitlyn and Ryan both went down the basement as the forensic team and investigators was surrounded the body. A body that was leaning on a chair, eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

"Ok Emma, whatcha got?"

Emma was checking a folder before she handed it off to Kaitlyn. "Laura just sent us this." Emma looked over to Ryan. "Hey, Ry. Good to see ya."

Ryan nods. "Hey, Em."

"Guys, I know it's great to see each other at the worst time, but lets keep it professional." Kaitlyn said. She watched them agreed. "So, what do we know about our John Doe?" Kaitlyn reads the chart.

"Well, so far we know his name is Tanner Cromwell. He's 32. Married. No kids. Owner of Cromwell Pharmaceuticals. You know your typical daddy's boy who inherited the parents fortune and business. That's all we know so far." Emma explained.

Kaitlyn nods. Ryan watched as Max goes and takes pictures of the scene. "Max?"

Max got startled as he almost dropped his camera as his name is heard. "Whaaa!" He turned to Kaitlyn, Ryan and Emma stared at him. "Ah oh! Ryan! Hello. How have you been?"

"Cut the formality. What did you find?" Kaitlyn said.

"Oh! S--sorry ma'am!" Max stood up and went over to Kaitlyn and showed her the photos he took with his camera. "There is like small puncture wounds on each arm."

"Soooo..this could be a death by injection?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Most likely. Could it be overdose?" Ryan asked.

"Not sure if it's overdose or poisoning. We won't know until we get an autopsy report from Abi." Emma said.

Max jumps again as his phone rings. He walked away to answer. "Max here.....uh-huh....is that right?....Oh Laura you're just amazing babe.....I'll tell her....alright....love you too....bye." Max hung up and face the group. "Yeah so, got more info about Tanner here."

"So? Spill." Kaitlyn said.

"So, our little friend here does have an active warrant on him for domestic violence. Apparently, he been beating his wife. He also been arrested for disturbing the peace and battery for assaulting his wife in public. Get this, he was scheduled for a divorce court hearing next week."

"Huh. So what it sounds like is the wife could had got her revenge." Emma said.

"Could she really had done this?" Ryan asked.

"It's possible. She is married to a pharmaceutical owner. She could easily went to the warehouse and got the drugs and stiffed this bastard." Emma said.

"Listen, I don't want any rumors to go out before we finished a complete investigation." Kaitlyn said with authority in her voice. "I want to schedule a questioning to the wife. Call a transport so we can get the body to Abi to see if there is some clues left on the body." Emma and Max nods to Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn looks at Ryan who was staring at the body. "Ryan?"

"Do you honestly believe that the wife could do this?" Ryan asked. "I know she sounds suspicious, but how could she even get to do this? Judging by the size of him, she would had struggled."

"I know this seem farfetched, but anything is possible. I'm not going to overlook the wife. She does have a motive. I'm not saying she is guilty, but I don't want to leave things unturned."

Ryan nods. "I get that, but Kait...." Ryan turns to her. "This got the Phantom killer all over it."

Kaitlyn's face shown her concern. "Ryan, are you sure?"

"I--I dunno, but it's the pattern. I mean this guy has a criminal record for being an abuser...and now he's dead. Months ago, Charles Briggs, got a record for child neglect and found dead in his bathtub. Then William Tate..."

"...Who got a record from raping two teenaged boys." Kaitlyn finished for him. "Holy shit Ryan. You maybe right."

"Everybody so far been males who got a record for some kind of abuse." Ryan said.

"Wait! But that news anchor, Bradley Young. He didn't have a record. The only thing he did was that false story report he did. Yet, he apologized that his journalists team screwed up."

"That's confusing me too. He didn't fit the pattern, but still found dead." Ryan sighed. "I got to get started on this report."

"Hey.." Kaitlyn touched Ryan's shoulder. "I know this is stressing you out."

"Understatement of the year."

"But we will stop whoever this person is." Kaitlyn said.

"I know. Just don't haggle the wife too hard. I really believe she is innocent in this." Ryan said.

"Ry, I get where you are coming from. But, I have to do my job. I make no promises, but I will keep it in consideration." Kaitlyn said sternly.

"That's better than nothing." Ryan said as he watched the transport team enters. "I'm heading out."

"Thanks Ryan." Kaitlyn said. "And remember, no rumors."

Ryan nods as he leaves the house.

It was a nice day and Ryan decided not to go back to his office to work. It was a nice day out so a nice lunch in the park sounds nice. Good thing he brought his lap top. He found a nice picnic table near the water by a tree. Nice breeze from the shade, it was perfect for Ryan. After booting up his lap top, Ryan started working on his article. Ryan took off his glasses and rubs his eyes out of stress. Doing these murder stories is starting to get to him. Ryan decided to take a small break to enjoy the scenery. He didn't noticed a new body appeared in front of him.

The man was tall, maybe 6 foot even, decided to sit at the bench that isn't to far from Ryan. Ryan studied him a bit by watching his hair blow in the wind, his face stoned in a deep thought and it seems like the other male sensed Ryan as he turned and locked eyes at him. They spent a few moments just staring at each other. Ryan never felt this feeling before just by looking at someone. But this guy, he was different. The guy must had felt the same way since he started smiling towards Ryan. Ryan snapped out of his trance and watched the man smile at him. That smile, so innocent and warm. Ryan, wide eyes, went back into his lap top. Ryan blushed as he pretended not to notice the man. After a few moments, Ryan thought the man left so he took another peek over. At to his concern, the guy was still staring at him. Ryan felt his cheek burn in embarrassment. The guy was attractive and he's looking at him. The guy gave Ryan a small wave at him. Ryan gave the man a nervous smirk and a nod before going back to his work. He had hoped that the man left and forget the whole interaction. But Ryan failed to realized that the guy stood up and made his way towards Ryan.

"......Excuse me?"

Ryan took a silent inhale. That voice. That voice so very angelic. Ryan tries not to get lost in that voice.

"I hope you're not ignoring me after you stared at me for a while. That would be kinda rude."

Ryan's head snaps towards the voice. He slightly gasps to himself. It was that man who he stared at. From afar, the man was attractive, but up close, he was downright beautiful.

"So, I think it's fair that I could at least get your name after you undressed me with your eyes."

Ryan scoffed at the statement. "Is that what it is?"

"I mean, why else you stared at me?"

Ryan isn't going to let this stranger know that he did found him to be easy on the eyes. "You were in my way of my scenery. Nobody told you to sit in front of my view."

The male laughed. "Ouch! That wounded me."

Ryan couldn't help but to chuckle a bit. His laugh was cute.

"...May I sit down?"

"It's a free country."

"Mmmmmm...but is it really?"

Ryan shook his head. "Just sit down"

"Don't mind if I do!" The man sat in front of Ryan. Ryan went back into his work as the both men fell into a nice comfortable silence. "So, are you going to tell me your name?"

Ryan looked at the man. "Well, how about you tell me yours first?"

"How is that fair? You started this first by looking at me."

"And you looked back." Ryan retorted.

The man couldn't help but to smile. Ryan challenging him like that was a thrill. "I can tell I will like you. But since you are too stubborn, fine. My name is Dylan. Dylan Lenivy." Dylan smiled. "Now...yours?"

Ryan huffed in a chuckle. "Alright. Ryan Erzahler."

Dylan laughed. "Ryan? You serious?"

Ryan frowned in confusion and a bit anger. "What do you mean? Yes, my name is Ryan." Ryan heard the man laughed again. "I fail to see what is so funny."

Dylan's laugh died down. "I'm sorry but holy shit. Dude, don't you see? Dylan, Ryan...both of our names end with a AN. It's like we're meant to be."

Ryan looked at Dylan dumbfounded. "....Are you deadass serious right now? We're meant to be because our names ends with AN?"

"Don't you think it's a calling?"

"Are you an idiot?" Ryan asked.

"Wow! You keep wounding me like this, you might have to buy me dinner." Dylan smirked.

"You think so?"

"Well, duh! I do think so."

Ryan shook his head. Dylan just kept smiling at Ryan. Dylan found Ryan to be very attractive. He also like how Ryan easily could challenge him back. Dylan watched Ryan working on something. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Work."

"Oh. What are you working on?" Dylan said as he tried to take a peek at Ryan's lap top.

Ryan quickly closed his computer. "Um, this is personal business thank you!"

Dylan held his hands up in defense. "Sorry, my dude. I didn't mean to pry. I was just...interested."

"Yeah. Sure"

Dylan bit his lip as he didn't like Ryan was annoyed with him. "I apologize. How about I make it up to you by you asking me out for dinner?"

Ryan had to listen to that in his head again. "Wait...you want to make it up to me by you wanting me to ask you if you want to go out to dinner with me?"

"I accept! It's about time." Dylan laughed. "But I would also like your phone number. So you can call me when the best time to meet up."

Ryan looked so lost and confused. Before he could process Dylan's response, Dylan took Ryan's phone and easily programmed his number in his phone. Dylan calls his own phone to Ryan's to have Ryan's number in his phone. "There!"

Ryan blinked out of his confusion and looked down at his phone in the new contact. He looked back at Dylan who is now standing up.

"I'm glad to meet you, Ryan. I'll let you get back to work. I got some other arrangement to be. I'm looking forward to that date. Just to let you know, I'm not cheap." Dylan smiled at Ryan and started to walk away. "Laterz, handsome."

Ryan blinked as Dylan walked away. Ryan just processed everything that just happened. Did he just scored at date? Ryan couldn't help himself to ask..

"What the fuck just happened?"

#and I broke my promise about trying to make it short.#i is sorry that it's long #once the brain flows lol #drylan #dylan leviny #dylan x ryan #dylan/ryan #radioheads #ryan erzahler #ryan/dylan #ryan x dylan #rylan #the quarry

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iguana-eyanna · 3 years ago

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The Blood Within Us Chapter 6

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: signs of trauma, mourning, smoking, neglection

There was a clattering noise that shook the boys to their very core.

They sharply turn their heads and see Alfred shell shocked, with a pool of what appeared to be a metal pan that was holding a few drinks.

Jason took no time and rushed Alfred to a chair in case he would falter, as well as Tim to pick up the discarded drinks and serving tray.

Alfred tries to muster enough words but Jason calms him down before he presumably has a heart attack.

"Your mother asked me to bring down some drinks since you two have been down here so long."

Tim goes up to Alfred, ashamed. "I'm so sorry, Alfred. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Alfred raises his hand to stop the young boy from speaking anymore.

"Master Drake, I have faced much tyranny in my life. But what you are suggesting to Master Todd is very presumptuous." Alfred then gets up from the chair, dusting off himself so he could return to his senses.

"We know it's a long shot, but don't you think we know a lot of people that can prevent death through science or maybe even magic?"

Alfred shoots up after Jason's remark. "What did you say?" Tim asks, Jason looks at the worried Pennyworth.

"You know, we got mad scientists on speed dial and even-"

"Sorcerers." Tim finished his sentence, looking up and running back to the computer mainframe.

Alfred and Jason follow the young boy in pursuit as he vigorously tapes through the keyboard.

"Alfred, do you know how many mystic figures Bruce has worked with over the past decade?"

He ponders for a bit as he tries to collect his thoughts. "Master Wayne has worked with many in his time, but he only brought few here when it came to dire measures."

Tim finishes his typing and brought out the Justice League files that lead to affiliations.

"Here, I brought out all of the members of the Justice League whose backgrounds can fit what we're looking for."

He starts to click away and takes turns to analyze each person.

"Do you remember the Phantom Stranger?" Tim asks.

"I never met him in person, but he has been outside of the Time Stream. He hasn't meddled in the physical plane for some years."

Time swipes to find a familiar face whom they worked closely for some years.

"Didn't we see Zatanna a few weeks ago?" Tim asks again.

Jason takes his turn to reply. "Zatanna has been working with the Titans. She's been helping them track a rogue demon that was loose from its prison."

Tim groans and lights up when he sees a prestigious character.

"Dr. Fate! Now I know he works closely with the Justice League."

"I believe that he has been guarding the Spiritual realm the past months now." Alfred remarks

Tim grunts in defeat and keeps on swiping quickly until-

"Stop." Jason says, eery.

Tim stops quickly and looks up to the screen, slowly moving back as the missing pieces of his investigation made sense just by reading the name that appeared on the screen:

John Constantine

"The traces of tobacco, the fake alias of Carson Jackson, it all makes sense now..." Jason steps away closely, never a fan of the smoking sorcerer.

"Mom mentioned she saw someone smoking at the base when we visited," Jason murmured.

Alfred becomes quiet as he turns away from the screen.

"Master Drake, I advise you to carefully reconsider this assumption of Mr. Constantine. Surely, he is a troubled spirit, but why do you think he has made great lengths to hide such evidence?"

Tim waits for a bit as he looks at Alfred. "Because Bruce asked him to." Jason turns around at his brother.

"You're saying Bruce purposely faked his death? Why would he go through all of this trouble?"

"Because he needed to finish the mission alone." Tim answered, going back to the mainframe to open the past files. "He's going to get back that necklace from the League of Assasins."

"We still don't know what that necklace can do, do you think that's why Bruce had to do this alone?" Tim was about to answer Jason until Alfred interfered.

"Enough." he said sternly, taking the boys by surprise.

Alfred takes a deep breath before continuing. "I apologize for raising my voice, but this is all speculation. Firstly, we do not know if Master Wayne is alive. We cannot blindly lead ourselves to believe that there is a possibility..." He stops, trying to push back his tears.

He then calms down and continues his speech "...and what would your mother think if you were to tell her? She has been under such stress and if you were to give her false hope, I believe more heartache would be too much for her to bear."

Jason and Tim didn't realize what this information would do to you and their brothers. "We're sorry Alfred." Tim said, looking at his hands.

Alfred then grabbed the metal tray he had brought down and headed toward the exit. He takes one more glance at the young boys he raised and gives them one final speech.

"But if he were to be alive, I imagine he did what he had to do in order to keep you all out of harm's way. Don't dive in unless you're ready to be greeted by what's in the trenches." and with that, Alfred goes up within the elevator.

Jason and Tim look at each other in silence, figuring out what to do now. "Alfred's right. We need to figure out what's going on before telling Ma and the others. But let's call it a night" Tim shakes his head in agreement as the two brothers decide to go up to their rooms.

If only they knew they were so right.

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Clark flies high above the forest, keeping a level head before landing at a particular spot he's been secretly visiting for weeks.

He uses a metal key to open the door, being greeted by the dark interior as well as the aroma of tobacco.

With a simple breath, he breezes out the fumes, never been the one to enjoy such a distasteful scent. He hears a loud gruff and sees the unfavored sorcerer who just finished another cigarette.

"Oi, have to ruin all of the fun, buzz killer?" Constantine said, placing his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "Where is he?" Clark questions as he towers over John.

"He's in the back. A bit grumpy I tell ya, so don't be surprised if he carries a kryptonite repellent." Clark then goes into the direction of a personal office, sliding the door being met with a man facing his back to him, too inverse in what he was reading on the screen.

"We need to talk." Clark's voice boomed the room. The man continues to type away on his keyboard, not acknowledging the man of steel's presence.

"Why can't you just reach out to them?" Clark asks, not only as a colleague but as a friend.

"Your boys are so lost without you. Did you know Damien called our house late at night to ask if he could talk to my son on the phone? Jon told me that Damien barely talks to his family because he thinks he's the reason you're gone. He's 9, Bruce... he's 9 years old, not far from the age when you lost your parents. And I've been reaching out to Dick but he's shutting me out. He's shutting everyone out because he's trying to be just like you. He thinks he has to do things alone. He had to call the Titans to tell them that he was permanently leaving the team. Dick told them that the world cannot live without Batman. From what I heard, Tim hasn't been patroling because he's working almost full time at the cave and the business. Jason has been picking up the family after you left and he has so much life to live for. And..."

Clark walks closer and slaps down a black and white picture in front of him.

"She gave me this, I thought you should keep it instead of me." The brooding man doesn't dare to turn his head as he knows what is.

Clark walks to the door before saying his last remarks. "I get it, what we're doing is dangerous. But your family needs you, more than ever. I'll come back tomorrow to talk about our mission."

And with that, the Kryptonian walks away to leave the lonesome man to his thoughts.

He looks down and grabs the picture into his hand, now being stained by his tears.

For once in his life, Bruce Wayne was ashamed of what he has done.

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You begin tossing and turning in your bed.

Eyes still closed, you start to talk in your sleep.

But unfortunately, it begins to turn into screaming.

It was as if you were falling into a void that didn't have any ground, making you scream louder.

Your body begins to shake, not by your own will but by someone else.

"Mom, wake up!" a voice cried out.

You took a sharp breath in and opened your eyes, jerking upward. You look on the side and see Dick looking beyond worried.

You slowly tear up and muffle your cries in your hands, feeling Dick envelop you in a hug.

"I heard screaming when I came up, I thought you got hurt." You shake your head against his chest, trying to even your breath.

"It was just a nightmare, that's all." Dick lets you go and looks sternly at you.

"Mom, it's not the first time we heard crying from your room. This was the first time that it got worse." He says, sitting near your legs as you dried your tears with the back of your hand.

"Jason said you've been forgetting meals since you've been working at your office. You've been avoiding going to your room, the study, even the cave. We know that you're trying to be strong for us, but we're worried about you and the baby."

You slowly snake your hand at your midsection, moving your thumb back and forth on your stretched skin that was forming a bump.

"You're right. I'm sorry for worrying you boys. I'm going to reach out for help, ok? You don't need to take care of me, that's my job to care for you all."

Dick chuckles and gets up to kiss the top of your head.

"I'll let you go to sleep. But know that everyone is going to support you no matter what." You smile at his statement as he exits the guest room, slowly closing your door.

You wait for a moment till you reach your phone by the nightstand, dialing a number you were once familiar with.

"Hi, Arkham Asylum? May I ask what your family visitation hours are?"

#batman #batman fancast #batman x reader #bruce wayne x pregnant reader #bruce wayne x reader #batmom #batfam #batfamily #batkids #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #damian al ghul #batman imagines #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne imagine

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chanfictions · 3 years ago

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Akatsuki reader, partners...mmmmm maybe Hidan and Kisame.

Again, fem! The reader gets hit by someone else's technique.

(Or she was stupidly thrown something that she didn't have time to dodge).

The reader gets aroused and suddenly wants to have sex, whines, rubs herself against Kisame and Hidan, and they decide to help her ;3

(Either arrive at the base and fuck there, or right where they got rid of the opponents)

Hey anon! Sooooo, I know this isn't exactly what you requested. I couldn't for the life of me fit Hidan and Kisame into the same box to make this work, so I just stuck with Kisame. It started with your ask. One thing led to another and this happened. I got carried away with plot. Again. Hope you still enjoy!

Cupid

18+ Content! Minors DNI!

Kisame x Reader

Smut with a splash of plot. Unprotected sex-ish. Reader is assumed to be on birth control. Public sex-ish. Aphrodisiacs. Mentions of blood during combat.

You were sent on a mission together to retrieve a special relic that had some unexpected side effects.

3.4k

This mission was doomed from the start.

Pain had partnered you with Kisame on an infiltration and retrieval mission to acquire a powerful ninja tool being housed in a fortified military compound not far from the Hidden Sound. Stealth was your forte, so this sort of thing was right up your alley. While you had no hard-hitting combat skills to fall back on in the event that something went awry, you weren't particularly worried. As a phantom thief with a perfect record in your high profile heists, the thought of getting caught or needing to participate in a fight hardly crossed your mind. You insisted to Pain that you had never needed backup in the past and could easily do this yourself, but Pain disagreed. Kisame was assigned to you more or less as a bodyguard whether you liked it or not.

Kisame had been running solo since Itachi's death and had gotten a tad rusty when it came to fighting alongside another person. Your battle techniques got along about as well as oil and water. You favored covert sabotage and traps, and Kisame, well, Kisame was Kisame. Nothing that man did was small. He transformed every battlefield he encountered into a shark-infested lake before completely obliterating his opponents.

That's how everything went sideways. Kisame, bless his blue heart, was not subtle. You donned your camouflage jutsu and got ready to slink into the compound. "I'll pop a flare if I get into trouble. It's going to be much easier to sneak in and out without a 6'8" sword on legs following me. Just wait here."

Staring at the spot where he thought you were probably standing, Kisame's face twisted slightly. "This really isn't a good idea, Y/N." Unfortunately for Kisame, you were already long gone, and he was having a conversation with the wind. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against a thick tree, focusing on the compound not far off in the distance where you would be poking around on your own. He didn't like the idea of you going in there alone. You were still relatively new to the Akatsuki, and your skills had yet to be formally tested. Kisame got along with you quite well and rather liked you, so allowing you to dive head first into danger without any real offensive jutsu in your arsenal left him on edge.

That overprotective nervousness regarding your safety was what sent everything spiraling out of control. An alarm sounding from within the walls of the compound left Kisame bristling and looking skyward for a flare. As the seconds ticked by into minutes with no cloud of smoke rising into the sky and the clear sound of soldiers mobilizing inside, Kisame made the executive decision to throw your plan out the window.

What he didn't know was that the alarm you set off was a decoy. Oh, shit. After plunging the base into chaos, it occurred to you that you had neglected to tell Kisame as much. At that moment, you realized that Kisame was probably about to charge in, sharkskin blazing. Shit, shit, shit! Every profanity you knew blared across your stream of consciousness like ticker tape as you hurriedly snatched the relic longbow you had been sent in to retrieve. A gooey sap coated the slick wood which left you quickly wiping your palms on your thighs to clean your hands before making a beeline for the exit. The growing cacophony of chaos outside announced Kisame's arrival.

As you expected, things outside had gotten a little out of hand. Kisame was in the heat of battle, taking on an army by himself and winning. Jutsu flew across the battlefield like exchanges of elemental cannon fire. Half of a battalion was encased in water prisons and the other was fleeing from shark filled orbs of water. Kisame was grinning ear to ear as he swatted off one after another like whiffle balls with Samehada.

You quickly scurried across the scene, sneaking up behind Kisame and whisper-screaming to get his attention. "Kisame, you big dummy! It was just a diversion! I'm fine!!"

Surprised, Kisame turned an eye to where he assumed you were while sending another enemy flying with a swing of his greatsword with an amused chuckle. "Next time, you might want to tell me what your plan is. Here I thought you were fighting off an army all by yourself."

"No, that's just you! Come on, I got the thing. Let's go!" You danced around him to avoid the swings of his sword, still wanting to keep yourself out of sight. Upon seeing his feet shift, you turned around just in time to see a flurry of arrows flying your way in such a wide spray that dodging them was going to be a feat.

Kisame blocked what he could with Samehada, but not knowing where exactly you were, wasn't sure he had protected you. A yelp answered his question. You shimmered back into sight just in front of him. He missed one, and it had plunged straight through your thigh. A stain of your blood quickly began mixing in with the sap you had wiped on your pants earlier. "Damnit!"

"I'm fine! Let's just go!" You shouted over the clatter of weapons and incoming pursuit, getting ready to run. With a snarl, Kisame reached down and snapped both ends off of the arrow before unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and retreating.

Fortunately, the soldiers had been so devastated by Kisame's onslaught that they hardly had the numbers to launch a fruitful pursuit. In the chaos, they had yet to notice that you stole the very item this outpost had been built to protect. Once he had put sufficient distance between you two and the base, he searched briefly for some cover to deal with your leg wound and leapt down from the towering branches to set you down with your back to a barky trunk.

You were beginning to feel flushed and hot as a shiver of heat rattled through your body and left an oddly pleasant knot in your belly. Blood roared in your ears as your heart began to race. When you looked up at Kisame, something felt… different.

Kisame knelt down to look at your leg. "You should have been standing behind me," he chided while setting one large palm on your thigh to brace it while he used the other to remove the broken arrow shaft. An ache built in your core as you caught your lip between your teeth. The warmth of his hand sent a tingling sensation rippling through your body. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to hurt."

With massively dilated pupils, you stared at him hungrily. "It… didn't hurt," you breathed. With a deep inhale, you wondered how you never noticed how good he smelled.

Kisame stared back at you critically. "You're awfully sweaty for someone who wasn't running." Shock washed over his face after touching your forehead. You were positively boiling. "Y/N, are you feeling alright? Was there poison on that arrowhead? Your eyes..." Concern was beginning to bubble as he pulled the item in question from his pack, examining it, completely oblivious to the wild fantasies bubbling in your head.

He was so close. Your body hummed to life as that heat in your belly began growing in size. An ache throbbed through your core. Your heart was in your mouth. Every inch of your skin pricked with the need for contact. And Kisame… how had you never noticed just how hot he was? Sure, you had some occasional dirty, late night fantasies about him. But now? You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. The muscles rippling across his torso were hardly concealed by that black cloak. Even with those unusual features, his face was remarkably handsome, not to mention each time he spoke, shocks seemed to travel straight through your body and into your clit. Still with your lip caught between your teeth, you let out a sultry breath and ghosted your fingertips along his firm bicep. All that seemed to do was make your hunger worse.

Kisame, entirely oblivious to what was unfolding behind your eyes, just looked confused. The arrowhead didn't appear to have any substance left on it, and he couldn't think of another cause for your apparently unwell state. He unpacked some rudimentary first aid supplies from his pack and wrapped some gauze tightly around your thigh as a temporary measure to staunch the bleeding. Thinking that your stare focused at him was vacant, he snapped his fingers in front of your face to try to get your attention. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on with you?"

While his arm was extended, you latched onto it like a lifeline, nuzzling your face into his bicep and inhaling deeply. "Kisame..." You couldn't resist. You needed to touch him. Following that arm back to his torso, your hands traced every ripple of muscle while Kisame froze in shock.

You were his partner. While he undoubtedly found you attractive, this seemed like an odd time to suddenly declare your own desires. "What's gotten into you?" He wrapped his hands around your wrists, engulfing them entirely, as they traversed his muscular chest.

"Dunno… I just really… really need you." You used the grip he had to pull yourself in, burying your face against his neck and breathing deeply again. "You smell so good…"

A light heat rushed across Kisame's cheeks as you abruptly began coming on to him. Between your strange behavior and the thrill of the battle he had just been in, he was amped up. Your body being pressed so tightly against his was causing some complications to arise. His pulse quickened as you nuzzled and rubbed yourself against him. Feeling your breasts against his chest and your heated breath on his neck was distracting him from the issue at hand. "Y/N…" He let out your name in a low growl, intending it to be a warning, but it didn't quite come off with the bite he had intended. Hearing that word fall from his lips in such a tone just set you ablaze. A little moan escaped your lips, and you coiled yourself around him like a lusty little boa constrictor, trailing little bites and open mouth kisses on his neck, savoring every salty inch of his exposed skin. Another deep growl rumbled in Kisame's chest as he ran a strong palm up your spine to the back of your neck. "You're under the influence of some kind of jutsu," he breathed heavily, trying very hard to resist biting you back as his own desire built rapidly. There was no denying how steamy this situation was growing.

"Don't care," you whispered, nibbling at his ear as your hands wandered the chiseled landscape of his body.

"You're injured," he continued, now getting sucked into your lusty riptide, grazing your neck with pointed teeth.

"Don't care," you breathed again, beginning to unzip his cloak.

"We're in enemy territory," he murmured between bites on your throat that no doubt left marks before swallowing you in a crushing kiss. Those calloused hands ran up your sides, wanting to explore more but seeming hesitant.

"Don't care," you mewled, reaching for the waist of his pants, your fingertips grazing the impressive package Kisame was concealing, wiggling your hips for any kind of relief from the needy heat that was driving you to the brink of madness. Your panties were drenched. Your core ached. It was like you had been edged for two days straight without any kind of release. Every nerve in your body was hypersensitive to touch.

Another deep sound rattled in his throat. You ensnared him in this whirlwind, and there was no going back now. You undressed each other in a flurry of zippers and fabric, discarding one item after another in a heap upon the leaves scattered across the forest floor. You didn't care about the dirt. Nothing else existed to you right now outside of the deft hands moving across your body, making you arch your back and moan. His scent flooded your head. You were drowning in Kisame, yet felt like you were dying of thirst. You wanted him. Needed him. Your brain and body shared a singular focus. Neither the mission nor your bleeding leg mattered right now.

Kisame picked you up by the backs of your thighs, pressing your back against the rough trunk of the tree while leaving a trail of branding bites along your neck and collarbone, drawing a whine out of you. You wrapped your uninjured leg around his waist, grinding your soaked pussy against him and letting a lewd moan drift into the sky. That little bit of friction alone was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Your hands wandered, caressing every ridge and ripple of the muscle coiled like steel cables under his skin. This man was built. By now, you were well aware that he was hung like a horse as well. That impressive appendage was currently teasing the hell out of your hungering little hole. You could feel that broad head rubbing through your slick folds as you shifted. "Kisame, please," you whispered with a breathy lust, rolling your hips against him.

A low, raspy chuckle tickled your ear. "You're going to scream and give away our location," he teased.

"Then kiss me so I can't." Your desperation to have that massive girth inside of you dripped from every pore as you tangled your arms around his neck to pull him into a hungry kiss.

Unable to decline such a delicious request, Kisame shifted you to begin impaling you on his impressive cock painstakingly slowly, stretching your walls around him. He smothered your wails with his mouth. Your back scraped across the rough bark behind you, but you didn't care. This was divine. You tensed and whimpered, both aching to be filled and struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him. You clung to him for dear life, gasping and catching his lip between your teeth as he finally sheathed himself. Your core throbbed and pulsed. Nerves ached for input. You used your good leg to try to pull him in even deeper. Another little chuckle rolled through him at your enthusiasm and impatience. "Someone is eager," he teased again with a single thrust to punctuate his statement.

You mewled before biting his neck. "Kisammm-" He silenced you with a bruising kiss before any more complaints or moans could escape your lips as he began drilling you into that tree. Birds fled from the branches above from the force of his motions disturbing their roosts. You clawed his chest and back, screaming into his mouth as he repeatedly buried himself in your fluttering core. You were on fire. Each time your hypersensitive clit rubbed against his body, stars erupted behind your eyes. Sweat slicked your bodies as a steamy heat began to rise. The drag of your nipples against his skin sent rippling shocks of pleasure through your entire being.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled in your ear, large palms tightly gripping your ass as he drove himself into you again and again. You buried your face against his shoulder to let out a muffled wail as he sent you right over the edge. Your walls clenched tightly around him, eliciting a primal snarl from his lips. He sank his teeth into your neck as his powerful motions set impressions of that tree bark pressing into your back. With your good leg, you pulled him even deeper, arching into him as you flew off into orbit. A palm slammed over your mouth as he railed you into that tree to stifle the litany of cries erupting from your throat. Your head hit the wood behind you. He kept you pinned firmly there while fucking you into oblivion.

Your world melted away into nothing but the input of pleasure ripping through your body. The surrounding forest faded away. All you could hear was your own muffled heavy breathing, Kisame's grunts, and the slick sounds your bodies made between rhythmic contact. Every inch of you pulsed and throbbed with heat. Orgasm after orgasm tore through you in a continuous wave that left you with numbed legs and a soaked core. Your head was adrift in the clouds, the situation seeming impossible. Your new partner railing you against a tree in enemy territory was not your plan for this mission, but hell, you weren't going to question it. Your body ached and hungered for more. You kissed him as though he were your only source of air and you were suffocating.

Kisame picked up the pace, digging his fingers more firmly into your ass while keeping a tight clamp over your mouth to muffle the inhuman sounds you were making. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you lost yourself in another powerful crash of an orgasm, strangling his impressive girth with the crushing grip of your walls. A low growl and a series of curses rumbled through his body into yours as the depth of the thrusts increased until the hold your pussy had on him sent him over the edge and milked him dry. He growled your name through his release, gripping you tightly against his firm body. The combined sound of your heavy panting was the only thing that could be heard over the breeze rustling through leaves overhead.

That fog in your head slowly began to lift as you caught your breath. Your muscles trembled with fatigue as you dropped your head against his shoulder. "Fuck," you whispered through heavy breaths, slowly running your palms up his chest to his shoulders. Still pinned against the tree with his length buried within you, it took a moment for you to remember where you were. A soft hiss escaped your lips as he shifted your weight, reminding you that there was still a bleeding hole in your thigh.

"You good?" A raspy chuckle rumbled under your head that you had resting against his chest. He maintained his grip on you for the moment, not sure if you were about to go weak in the knees and collapse into a heap if he let you down.

"Yeah, I'm good," you giggled, turning your heated cheek against him before grimacing again when you looked down and saw the rather unfortunate state your leg was in.

Kisame slowly slid his length from you before gently setting your feet back down into the crunchy leaves littering the forest floor. With an arm still around your back for the sake of your stability, he glanced down at what you were eyeing, spotting your wound and what looked like a stain of pink that wasn't blood still flushing the surrounding skin. He carefully brushed his fingers against it, picking up a swipe of the gooey substance that you had wiped on your pants earlier that had seeped through the fabric and into your wound when you were hit. "What's this?" He inquired curiously, giving it a sniff.

"Some sap or something that was oozing from that bow," you breathed, shifting your weight onto your good leg and breathing heavily still as you leaned into him.

Kisame let out a hearty laugh. "You didn't wear gloves when you handled it, did you?"

Your face paled. You had entirely forgotten Pain's instructions regarding the handling of that weapon in your haste to leave with it during Kisame's little rumble with the defending army. "Oh, god -- damnit." An embarrassed laugh started shaking your shoulders as you defeatedly let your forehead fall against his chest.

"That bow is made of cherub wood. While it makes excellent longbows, its sap is also the primary ingredient in aphrodisiacs," Kisame teased. The embarrassed giggling overtook you and melted into genuine, hysterical laughter.

"Woops."

#kisame x reader #kisame smut #akatsuki x reader #naruto x reader #naruto smut #chanfictions

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ghostbustermelanieking · 4 years ago

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7 or 11 jmart for the kiss prompts??

thank you so much for the prompt!! asdfgghjkll i swear i didn't mean to post a post 200 separation fic on the same day as you (i was actually working on this last night).

this is a version of the scenario i wrote in love letters where martin and jon are separated after 200. but there is absolutely no need to read love letters to understand this.

warning for discussion of the panopticon scene in 200, and for a moment of jon wishing for the Eye to return (limited to the first section).

7. “I’ve missed you” kiss & 11. “I almost lost you” kiss

Waking up without Martin almost feels like dying all over again. That horrible moment where Jon opens his eyes in the hospital, on the other side, and doesn't see Martin… he'd take being stabbed a dozen times over this.

When he wakes up and finds Martin gone, he thinks he's lost him. That Martin's died, that he's trapped on the other side buried in rubble, dead because of Jon, and Jon's survived somehow when he really doesn't deserve to… or that Martin's alive, maybe, just maybe, but he's somewhere else entirely. One of the other worlds Annabelle spoke of, or their original world—which maybe Jon should hope for; Martin would have the others, assuming they survived, and he'd be safe from the fears, safe from whatever horrible things they've unleashed on this world with one quick motion of a knife.

Jon should hope for this, that Martin is safe and that he has the others. But he's selfish, and they promised together, and he misses Martin with everything in him.

He's at a hospital in London, he figures out eventually. The hospital closest to where the Magnus Institute was, in another world. The nurse reports that they found him on the site where Millbank Prison used to be, and isn't that weird? And that they found him there alone. (Jon's throat closes up at that, his eyes stinging, and he pretends he's tired so the nurse will leave, so he can cry in peace.) Martin wasn't with him. Martin didn't come through.

But after a few days lying in the hospital with nothing but his thoughts, nothing else to do, Jon starts to question this. They have no idea how this all works, the tapes and the Web and the crack between the worlds… Surely he wasn't the only one to come through. Annabelle Cane thought she'd come through or die, and if Jon came through… and they didn't find her where they found Jon, either. (Of course, maybe Annabelle ran off before Jon was ever found, but somehow Jon suspects she wouldn’t. She strikes him as someone who likes to be at the center of things.)

If there's a possibility that Annabelle came through, and landed somewhere differently than Jon, then there is a possibility that Martin came through, too. That he is somewhere, here, and maybe he is alive.

It's a small possibility. But Jon clings to it with everything in him.

He can't Look for Martin ( or for Annabelle, really). The Eye is gone. If it is here in this world, it has left him. Jon tries to be grateful for this, and a part of him is—he's been reaching for humanity for so long, all while sinking further and further into something he never wanted, he should be beyond grateful that it's gone, that he is alive and can live, without fading, somewhere else. (Although a part of him insists it doesn't matter if Jon hasn't made it.) But after so long with the Eye as a captor, a safety net, a part of him he thought he couldn't cut away… trying to live without it is strange. It hovers like a phantom limb, something severed by the gaping scar in his chest. He keeps reaching for it, for the horrible comfort of Knowing, and he hates it, but he wants it back deeply. Wants it because he knows he could find Martin with it, just maybe. He keeps thinking, Give it back, just for a moment. Thinks, I'll use it to find Martin and then I'll let go, I won't ever again, I hate it but I need it, I NEED to find him…

It doesn't come back. If Jon is ever going to find Martin, he'll need to do it on his own.

He asks all the nurses and staff, anyone he comes in contact with, if they've ever met a Martin Blackwood. Asks if there's anyone in his files with that name, or a name like it, begs the nurses to please look around for anyone like that. No luck there. Jon asks for a phone book and gets an odd look; he guesses phone books are out of fashion in this 2018, too. He can't do much while he's in the hospital, and he's about to give up hope on making any progress until he's been discharged.

But then he manages to get a hold of a laptop. After days of asking, a nurse offers to lend him one, if he promises to keep it quiet, and not to exert himself.

Jon searches the Internet for hours. There are dozens of Martin Blackwoods, actually, more than he ever could've guessed, and none of them seem to be Martin. He has to consider the fact that Martin may not have existed here—just like Jon didn't exist here, or doesn't seem to have, before they woke up. Which will make it nearly impossible to find him using the Internet—using anything, until Martin has been here long enough to establish a paper trail—if Martin was ever even here in the first place…

Desperation. Panic. Jon's last resort is to write a letter. To write down every single thing he's wanted to say to Martin, the things in his head when he woke up, the things in his head when he realized Martin wasn't here. He writes it all, says the things he knows only Martin would know, so Martin will know it's him if he ever reads it. And then he spreads it across the Internet. Posts it every single place he can think of. Every social media site. A lot of forums that are frequently visited. Comments on blogs he thinks Martin might read. Anywhere he can think of. He even prints off copies and mails them to every address he can think of that Martin might be at: his Prentiss flat, his post-Prentiss flat, his mum's care home, Upton House, the safehouse. He puts his real name on it, at the very top, and Martin's, hoping that if Martin is searching on the Internet, it might come up…

Jon's desperate. He'll try anything,�� any desperate, silly scheme like spreading a love note all over the Internet. Anything to get Martin back.

By the time Jon leaves the hospital, his letter has gone viral. Plastered all over the place. There's people picking it apart, speculating about whether it's real, calling it an excellent work of fiction, speculating it's all a joke. There's even some commentary from other Jonathan Simses and Martin Blackwoods, swearing it's of no relation to them.

None of it is what Jon needs. He checks every iteration obsessively: every comment, repost, retweet. None of it is Martin. None of them are Martin.

He's still looking. Every single day, he looks, in places beside his letter and its hundred iterations. He searches as far as he can, in every record he can think of. He tries to find places in London that he and Martin frequented—the ones he can find. He even goes back to the Institute, or where it should be. It isn't there, of course. Probably never was. Jon can't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed.

It's all he can do, to look and to keep hoping. It's all he can do.

It's hard, being alone again, after so long always being at Martin's side… They'd craved space sometimes, and they'd had it, he supposes, but now… Weeks without Martin, one, two, three weeks, and it's excruciating. Jon had said together at the end, he'd promised , and he'd tried so hard to believe it, and now he's here, impossibly, alone.

He has nightmares almost every night. Nightmares of the Panopticon and the end of the world, the ritual, words forced up through his throat—being at the center of the Eye, at the center of the world with Jonah Magnus at his feet and Martin dying in his arms. Martin forcing the knife into his chest. Jon hasn't dreamed of anything but the statements of others for so long, and he'd thought he missed it, but now… He wakes up almost every night shaking and crying, reaching for Martin. Like clockwork. He thinks he'd do anything for a dream that isn't his, a dream that's not an endless reminder of what he's done.

He checks the forums. He searches in familiar places. He lies in bed and thinks of Martin, tries to look for Martin, silently begs for help from anyone who might be listening (the Web, the Eye, anyone). Nothing works. Nothing.

The reminders come like clockwork: Jon might be looking for no one, might be shouting out to someone who isn't there. Martin might be dead. It might be too late to get him back.

Three weeks in, Jon finds a comment on the original forum, the original place he posted the letter on that first day. A comment from an m.blackwood .

Jon reads it with his heart in his throat. Trembling with hope. Unable to hope completely. There's a dozen different things it could be besides him.

The comment says I thought you were dead. It says, I'm sorry. It says, I love you, says, I'm coming.

Jon's chin trembles, his eyes stinging. He fumbles at the keyboard with shaking fingers to instant-message m.blackwood, types out his address immediately, without thinking. (He has to type it out three times before he gets it right, his hands are shaking so hard.) And after that, I miss you. Even though he said it in the letter, even though it might not be Martin—it could be someone else fucking with him, a troll or whatever it's called; it could be the Web or the Stranger, luring him into a trap. But Jon doesn't care. He doesn't care. If there's any chance, any chance it's Martin…

The reply comes a few minutes later: I'm coming. I'm so sorry. I miss you too. I'm coming right now. And Jon wipes his eyes, presses his face into his hands, and allows himself to hope.

An hour and a half later, someone is buzzing for his flat. Jon runs so fast to the door that he almost slips and falls in the hall, hits the button with entirely too much force and breathes, " Martin? " into the intercom.

Silence for a moment, long enough that Jon starts to wonder if this is just some random person he's practically sobbing down the line at. And then a voice answers, tear-choked: "Jon?"

Jon nearly collapses with the weight of this voice, Martin's voice. He leans hard against the wall, his eyes burning, and says, "Martin, I-I'm buzzing you in," wiping his eyes frantically.

He doesn't move from the door, stays leaning against the wall like it is the only thing keeping him up, until he hears a tentative knock on the other end. And then he's yanking it open, as hard as he can, and on the other side is Martin. Not something pretending to be Martin, not another Martin Blackwood, but his Martin. His Martin, standing there with the faded marks of bruising, his left arm in a cast and a new scar across his forehead, tears pooling in his eyes. Martin. Jon can't breathe for a moment, can't move, can't go to Martin because it doesn't feel real, none of it.

And then Martin's saying, "Jon?" and bursting into harsh, frantic sobs. And Jon's rushing forward. He's rushing forward and letting Martin collapse in his arms, gripping Martin tightly, his fingernails digging into Martin's shoulders, his face pressed into Martin's neck. He's trying to hold on without squeezing or holding too tight, in case Martin's hurt worse than he knows—he's saying Martin's name over and over again, a senseless litany into Martin's skin: Martin, Martin. He's crying, too, hot tears dotting the fabric of Martin's shirt. He's burrowing as close as he can, pulling Martin into him, desperate to feel every part of him—it's him, he's here, it's Martin, they haven't lost each other.

Martin's holding on just as tightly, trembling in Jon's arms where they've sunk to the ground, right in Jon's doorway. He's crying so hard, it's difficult to understand what he's saying, but eventually Jon begins to make it out. He's saying I'm so sorry. Again and again, muffled into Jon's hair: I'm so sorry.

"No," Jon says, suddenly desperate. " Martin. No." He pulls back to look Martin in the eye, to try and wipe the tears off of Martin's face (even though he is crying, too). Leans up to press a kiss against Martin's forehead. "Martin, please, please… p-please don't apologize, please…"

"I killed you," Martin chokes out, his eyes shut, his dark lashes wet against his cheeks. "I killed you, Jon, I hurt you, a-and I… I thought you were dead, wh-when I woke up here, w-without you, I thought I'd never see you again, because of me… "

"I thought I'd lost you, " Jon says, quietly, through his own tears. He wipes the tears from Martin's face again and again. "A-and it really would've been my fault, because I lied to you, I-I was the reason you were up there… Martin, please. "

" Jon. " Martin tugs him a little closer, burrows closer still, his face pressed into the juncture between Jon's shoulder and his neck.

"It's okay." Jon kisses Martin's forehead again, his temple, his cheek, the top of his head. "Martin. Martin, it's—you're here, it can all be okay now…"

Martin leans up abruptly to catch Jon's mouth with his. It's salty and lingering and desperate, every single thing Jon has felt in these long horrible days without Martin, every single kiss he wanted to give Martin while he was gone. Jon sinks into it, gripping Martin as tightly as he can, gripping onto his shirt, kissing Martin fiercely, with the panicked relief of being alive, of finding each other again.

Even when the kiss finishes, they don't let go. They stay there, clinging to each other in the doorway, leaning against Jon's open door. Martin's still crying, still trembling in Jon's arms; he says, I missed you too, I missed you so much; Jon says, Martin, I missed you every single day. Every single moment.

Martin whispers I love you against Jon's hair. Saying it back is as easy as breathing.

#tma fic #mag 200 #jonmartin #the magnus archives #post 200 #i wrote this #i might write more fics in this specific 200 scenario. like especially if i wanna write something where they talk things out

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kiyosamu · 3 years ago

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painful reminders

(part 1/3)

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pairing: suna rintaro x female reader

genre: angst to comfort

cw: brief mentions and descriptions of assault (not from suna, not domestic violence), reader experiences post-traumatic stress, panic, anxiety

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“hey, i’m here now. you’re safe.”

the words echoed in your mind for a few seconds too long. you were hardly able to register their meaning while under the influence of your deep fear. you felt nothing but dread; impending pain and horror that you were sure was coming at any moment.

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suna slumped his body on the window of the train, trying to contort his larger than average build into a position comfortable enough to get a few moments of rest before arriving at his stop.

“attention passengers. there is a situation and we need to make an emergency stop at the next station. please gather your belongings and file out of the train as soon as we arrive.”

weird, he thought. must be another petty robbery. maybe someone refusing to get off of the tracks, or something exciting, like a mass murderer.

suna caught himself just as he had the thought, stopping his process immediately.

he shook his head, unimpressed at his ability to appear removed and disinterested no matter the situation. not to mention the scenarios running through his mind; scenarios that would terrify any sane person with an ounce of emotion no matter who they were.

suna scoffed and sat up to grab his bag.

of course, he knew it was nothing like that. that’s probably why he didn’t stay in his head and scare himself with anything further. why bother upsetting yourself by simply letting your mind run away from you? stupid, he thought. he never understood overthinkers. not only was it not productive, but it was exhausting.

thankfully, this station was only about a ten minute walk from the next, the one he was supposed to get off at. even though he was coming home from a tiring practice, the athlete never seemed to run out of stamina.

suna squinted as bright blue and red lights lit up the dark streets. rain began to pour and suna cursed his odds. the forecast predicted only a 10% chance of rain, and he just so happened to be getting caught in that unlucky percentage when he had to walk even further just to get back home.

he groaned and pushed his hair out of his face. the rain soaked his clothes, his sweatpants and shirt clinging to his body. suna felt disgusting and suddenly the thought of a hot shower was even more appealing than the leftover onigiri he had waiting in his fridge.

just as another thought of self pity was about to cross his mind, another police car flew by him.

must be pretty bad, wonder what happened..

that thought was as far as his curiosity went. if it was major, he’d probably hear about it on the news or in the paper. if not, well, it really was none of his business.

as he turned down the next street, he saw four police cars all blocking off the station. police tape sectioned off the area and officers stood with their arms crossed and chests pushed out as other vehicles pulled in.

he blinked a few times, taking in the scene for a second before realizing he’d stopped walking. suna brought himself back to reality and stared at the ground with his hands in his pockets. while he was shamelessly nosy as a teenager, he’d grown into quite the reserved young adult who knew how to mind his business.

unfortunately, that new trait flew out the window the second he heard a familiar voice.

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“officer, please. he said he’d come back for me, i don’t feel safe going home… i don’t have family here, i don’t have anywhere else to stay-“

“look. you’re just scared, but you’re not injured.” the man stared down at you with an emotionless glare. “there’s nothing more we can do for you. the suspect assaulted two other women and they’re cooperating. why are you asking us for more when we’ve done everything we can so far?”

his voice was as cold as your quickly declining temperature, the rain soaking through your t-shirt and causing you to shiver.

“he.. he held a knife to my throat. there’s-“ you lifted your hand to lightly trace the marks on your neck that had been squeezed in place only an hour before. “he said he was going to kill me but…” you trailed off, the night’s events playing over and over in your mind with no indication of stopping the endless repeat. “but then he saw the lights and ran. he said he’d be back for me…”

the officer sighed.

“criminals often utter threats to make their victims submit to their words and give in. they want to commit their crimes as quickly as possible. we’ve gone over this, you didn’t know him. he doesn’t know anything about you-“

“but what if he does?!” you shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks before you’d even realized you were crying.

“listen ma’am, you need to calm down-“ the officer grabbed your wrist and you ripped it away from him, covering your mouth and staring in disbelief at the officer. you were in shock. you couldn’t process what was going on, let alone what had happened. you didn’t know what to do.

you froze as you felt an arm around your shoulder. a familiar voice spoke your name with tenderness and a low, empathetic tone that you’d never heard from him.

“i’ll take her home, officer. she’s my neighbour.”

while that was true, you were still surprised at the gesture. rintaro suna had been your neighbour for 3 years. the two of you were friendly; you’d been to each other’s homes a handful of times and sometimes would share a meal or drop off some food that was too much for one person.

you were both single, living alone in your apartments. although you weren’t super close, you always felt like he was a friend. a slightly distant, reserved, quiet friend, but a friend nonetheless.

the two men exchanged words for what felt like an eternity before suna squeezed you closer to him, guiding you out of the area and walking you towards your apartment.

you opened your mouth to say something. anything. even just a greeting, a thank you for the escort home.

when you stopped walking, he stayed close to you and looked down at your expression.

you opened your mouth to say something but the moment you did, you relived the traumatizing situation once again and fell into a deep panic.

“i-i-… no-n..” your words broke as you felt your body shaking. the cold rain was doing nothing to help your condition, and if you could describe it in any way, it was like losing control of your own sanity. you felt the panic wash over you as the phantom pressure of the knife pressed against your windpipe - your mind quite literally putting you in a choke hold.

“hey. i’m here now, you’re safe.”

suna wrapped his arms around you protectively. he didn’t know why, he didn’t even really know what was going on, but he knew that all he wanted to do in that moment was to prevent anything further from hurting you.

you clutched at his hand and dug your nails into his skin. you didn’t mean to, you didn’t even realize you were doing it. suna would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt, but he ignored it and held you close against him until you felt like you were okay to walk again.

when you caught your breath, you pulled his hand away from your face.

“i’m sorry… i don’t know what happened.” you choked out.

“you had a panic attack.” he said quietly. “we don’t need to talk about anything right now, though, okay? let me get you home. you went through something horrible and you’re freezing cold. it’s just a little more up the road, can you make it?”

you nodded, dropping your hands to your side and suna instinctively held onto the one closest to him.

“i’m scared to stay in my apartment… alone…” you whispered.

“you can stay with me.” suna said this with more certainty than suggestion. if anything, it was a statement. he was planning on having you stay over or even him staying at yours. whatever worked, he just didn’t want you to be alone and he knew you had nobody else to call.

he had never planned to get involved in your personal business like this. he didn’t want to be the weird neighbour, and he already worried if bringing you food some nights would make you uncomfortable.

those thoughts were always put to rest whenever you smiled at him and graciously accepted his gestures. your warm smile and the way your cheeks made your eyes squint when you were really happy was an image he’d always have trouble shaking out of his head for the following days.

suna snuck a glance at you as the two of you started to walk again. your smile that he swore could light up an entire city was nowhere to be seen.

he would do anything to see that smile on your face right now.

you looked like a shell of what you once were. he knew that you’d experienced something traumatic, but seeing you like this made him feel something hard in his chest.

you didn’t deserve that.

a painful squeeze developed deep inside him when he thought of what your face must have looked like when it had happened. a sweet girl who seemed to always bring out the bright side in any situation. you’d made him sweets (that he secretly broke his athletic diet for) when he’d lost an important game, and always made him smile whenever he saw you.

it was different right now. he felt anxious. he squeezed your hand in his and you didn’t even flinch, didn’t even seem to notice as you looked ahead with a blank stare.

on the other end, his touch alone was enough to give you the tiniest bit of comfort. it wasn’t much, and you were still scared, but it was enough to get you home.

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part 1 | part 2 (in progress) | part 3 (in progress)

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