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dragonrider9905 · 2 years ago

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Heart Made of Flesh

Hello @echos-girlfriend! I'm your Secret Santa for @cloneficgiftexchange! I really hope you enjoy it :) @ghostofskywalker, thank you for setting this up!

Anyone else who reads, I hope you enjoy it too! Reblogs and comments welcome :)

Warnings: Talk of insecurity, self depreciation, allusions (very light) to suggestive behavior, talk of blood and wounds

Summery: You and Echo are more similar than you let on. You have a mechanical arm but don’t want that to be the only reason he connects with you. You also just don’t know how to tell him how you feel. A mission gone wrong should fix that for you, right?

You bit your lip harder, unconsciously drawing blood. You didn’t mean to stare but they just wouldn’t stop.

And it was rather annoying.

You tried to keep your gaze on your glass, multiple times forcing your eyes down, your breathing even, minding your own business but that just wasn’t working.

You and the Batch had gone to Cid’s for drinks after a particularly long mission. You all were tired, hungry, dirty—and apparently a little testy. Or at least that is what your case was. Most of the boys sat at a table in the center of the floor while you opted for the counter. It was getting a little uncomfortable, so you thought the boys wouldn’t notice your shifting or rotating your ‘arm’ if you were a little distance away. They definitely weren’t noticing you with all those pretty girls flirting with them.

Not too long ago, (but too long in your opinion) a Torgrutan, two Twi'leks and two human women came into Cid’s bar, for what was uncertain. They spotted the table of fine young men and immediately started flirting. Even though the boys tried to brush them off, they didn’t leave. Well the boys could have tried harder, the sour thought emerged from the dark, bitter place in the corner of your mind. You couldn’t help it. You knew you were being unfair but…

“You don’t look too good.” Omega broke through the mud in your mind, concerned eyes searched your face. “Are you ok?”

That was the other reason you felt they could have tried harder. Omega was right here sitting with you. (Granted they were Cid’s patrons and she threatened you bunch often enough about not scaring people away—or she’d deduct your pay and Hunter needed every credit he earned for his squad. You knew the boys were in an uncomfortable spot but still.)

You sighed. “Thanks hun, I’m fine.” You ruffled her hair, a burning sensation creeping up from your gut to your chest. Bile rumbled uncomfortably in your stomach, mixing with the alcohol and threatening your gag reflexes with acid. Not good. It wasn’t her fault you were feeling like her babysitter just so the guys could have fun. You loved Omega and wanted to spend time with her usually; her company was always a delight. This unusual resentment had a selfish stem and you knew it. It was because those strange women were flirting openly and carelessly with the man you had fallen deep, deep down for, but never had the courage to confront. The fact that they were spending time with someone close to you that by all rights…should be yours.

Yet he wasn’t. So you really didn’t have a right to feel that way. But you did. Shocker.

“Hey beautiful, I have an idea…” the Twi’lek whispered something in Echo’s ear, causing him to blush. He let his mouth open, shocked. You didn’t have to hear what she said to know what was implied, a subtle rage now coursing through your veins. Thank the Force Omega was oblivious.

You gripped the glass in your hand.

And shattered it.

Omega gasped at the soft crackle and crink. The pieces falling all around your hand and embedding themselves deep into the thick gloves you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” Omega’s eyes were blown out, hands covering her mouth in horror at the damage your right hand must be undergoing.

“On second thought, I am heading back to the ship. Go get Bolo to play a game of Djarik with you. Or better yet, ask one of your brothers. I need some air.” You got up quickly, hiding your hand that should be bleeding but wasn’t.

Without turning around, you left the bar. So, you didn’t see the commotion you left behind.

— — — —

You straddled Tech’s workbench, your own set of tools spread out before you. The tiny tools you carried with you at all times in case all the intricate wires in your false, mechanical arm needed to be fixed, fused or fidgeted with. You creased your brows in frustration, watching the yellow sparks fly as you worked the glass carefully from where it was embedded. A sewing kit was carelessly sitting at your side, as you’d have to fix your ruined glove as well. Sometimes you forgot what strength was in this arm.

You lost your right arm as a child. You’d learned how to cope with it and make it a “normal” part of your life. But a little part of you still was insecure about it so you’d always found a way to cover it up, hiding it physically and mentally from those around you, especially those closest to you. You’d only known the Batch since they came to work for Cid, but since then you grew close to them. And the closer you got, the harder it was to admit your insecurity, wondering if it would change their perception of you.

Ah crap. You felt the sharp edges pull from your false sensors and you cringed, clenching your jaw.

“Let me see that hand of yours.” A familiar husky voice broke through your brooding.

“Blow off, Hunter.”

Hunter was the only one who knew about your mechanical arm. He could smell the oil you used to keep it well functioning even though you custom made it to be without scent. His darn enhanced senses picked it up anyway, and thus you let him in on your little secret albeit reluctantly. It wasn’t by your choice how it came about…You knew he knew but he never brought it up…Until the night he found you trying to repair your arm after sustaining an injury. Your face was so red that first night he walked in on you, tears barely being held back while you tried in vain to fix it yourself in the dead middle of the night, he knew how important it was that no one knew.

“Ah, you’re just saying that.” he teased, letting the ghost of a smile appear. Hunter straddled the workbench facing you and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling it toward himself. He kept his gaze down, hyperfocused on rewiring your hand correctly and pulling the shrapnel from the fine work of machinery.

You looked up annoyed and sighed dramatically with a roll of your eyes. He smirked but otherwise stayed silent. You matched his quietness with an ante of sulkiness.

“You should just talk to him about how you feel, you know.”

“You don’t understand. NONE of you do! It’s not the same for me as it is for you guys. When men look at this, they automatically see me as incomplete and undesirable. Do you know how…how…” you choked up, swallowing hard. “You men always have an air of awe when there is a wound but a woman? I can’t tell you how embarrassing it is.”

“That’s not fair.” Hunter wasn’t one to sugar coat. “And you know it.”

You did, so you sucked on your swollen lip instead.

“Echo would understand, though. Wouldn’t you feel better being able to talk to him about some of this?”

“I know he does. He probably is the only one who does. But I don’t want to be pitied. And worse off, I don’t want him to like me just because we’re similar. I want him to like me for me…the way I love him for him.” You nearly whispered that last part.

Hunter sighed and gently said your name.

“Look, I’m sorry that we all made you uncomfortable and that we don’t understand what it is like. I really am.”

You looked up and saw his eyes searching the floor, as if it would give him the answer. His genuine concern melted your bitterness away, just like the night he’d found you.

“Hunter, it’s ok. I’m sorry too. You didn’t deserve that…I’m out of sorts and took it out on you; which was wrong. You may not understand but you’ve always tried to make me feel valued… and you never treated me differently, which I appreciate. Thank you.”

“Hey, I learned it from the best…that’s Echo, I mean. I learned it from Echo.”

A smile pulled at your lips. “Sure you did.”

— — — —

You didn’t think anyone would notice your absence but it most definitely was. Everyone heard the glass shatter, Hunter immediately slipped away slyly to check on you with a quick “I got this” and Omega ran right to Echo. She initially reached out to help you but you were faster in your quick departure. He stood up so fast, with such an angry outburst, worried about what happened (you shattered a kriffing glass in your hand?!) and it frightened the ladies away.

He felt concern rising from somewhere in his chest, written clearly on his brow. He took a step but Omega held onto his hand.

“Hunter said she was ok.”

“She’s hurt, I should go check on her…”

Granted, he knew how private of a person you were. You didn’t let anyone near you—ever—when you were injured, but your hand must be torn to shreds…he winced at the ghost pain that flared up in his own. He flexed it a few times to convince himself the cold, sharp shards he felt were in his mind and not real. His hand wasn’t really bleeding. It wasn’t hurt….he took a deep breath.

Echo needed to make sure you were ok. Even if you didn’t want to be helped…

“Echo, why don’t you just talk to her about how you feel?”

Echo eyed his large younger brother but found no hint of humor in Wrecker’s question. Instead, he saw that gentle gaze of honesty in his eyes.

“Because she deserves better. Plus, she’s not even interested. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by blabbering how I feel.”

“Did you notice the glass she shattered was only after that suggestive comment was made to you.” Tech adjusted his goggles. “She’s heard people flirt with us before on various missions and occasions. There is a special scowl that only appears when such an occurrence happens to you. She thinks she hides it well but she doesn’t. She never has such a negative reaction until you show up, Echo.”

“How is that relevant?”

“Are you asking a serious question?” Tech blinked. “Or are you trying to be jocular.”

“I literally have no clue what you are saying or trying to imply!” Echo threw his hands up, scowling in his voice as well as his expression.

“You don’t? Or don’t want to?” Wrecker raised his eyebrow.

Echo crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

“Echo, perhaps…” Omega nervously wrung her hands, obviously trying not to upset him, “maybe it would be better to say something sooner rather than later. Life’s too unpredictable. One day the person you care about is there and the next, they’re gone. Wouldn’t it be better to let that person know they’re loved than regretting never telling them?”

Echo sighed, shoulders dropping in a tired slump.

“Maybe you’re right,” he chuckled and ruffled her hair, “when’d you become so wise?”

“Eh, always was. Nice of you to notice.”

“So, you will take advice from Omega, and not us?” Tech fought a smirk.

“Yeah what’s with that?” Wrecker chimed in, visibly pleased.

“Didn’t you hear? Omega is the wisest.”

Echo ran his hand down his face with a sigh of anticipation. He knew he had to do this soon, but….a little time wouldn’t hurt right? He needed the right words.

— — — —

It was a few rotations later and the Batch was assigned a new mission from Cid…and Echo still hadn’t said anything to you. He pointedly ignored his brothers’ silent prompts and either sighed or shrugged at Omega with a “it’s not a good time” or “I don’t know what to say yet.”

The job was a two parter.

Hunter paired you up with Echo for the intel, Tech would stay on the ship with Omega to be ready for a quick get away, while Wrecker and Hunter went for the cargo that was demanded. None of you knew what the two pieces had in common, especially on a pirate ship, but you were getting paid a good price. Hunter initially wanted to turn down the job but the credits were needed, and Cid didn’t give much room for negotiation.

“You ready?” Echo had some strain in his voice.

“Yeah, how hard can an extraction be?” You shrugged. “It’ll be fine.”

Echo opened his mouth and shut it a few times, flustered, searching for words.

“Just keep your head up.” He finally said, putting on his helmet and hiding his face. Not really what you wanted to hear…he sighed then walked away. You stood there for a few minutes, digesting the strange conversation. Echo never acted this weird before a mission.

You wanted to ask him about it but never got the chance, it was time to board.

— — — —

Something went wrong. Hunter and Wrecker gave you and Echo the signal they had the cargo but you were still getting the intel. They headed back to the ship to make sure the crate was secure. Apparently, from the sounds of Wrecker’s grunting, it was heavy.

“Echo, come on, hurry up!” You trained your blaster down the halls, looking left and right. Your brows scrunched up and sweat beaded your forehead.

“Almost got it. Be patient.” he snapped back.

“Echo…I have a strange feeling. I don’t like this.” You turned to see your reflection staring back at you with a strange expression on Echo’s visor. His head was turned at a curious angle, his breathing slightly heavier. He always took your feelings seriously; at better times he joked that they rivaled the Jedi’s ‘feelings’.

“Okay, hold tight.”

Was there slight fear in his voice?

“Echo?” Now your breathing started to increase rapidly. You’d never felt this unsettled on a mission.

You didn’t have time to ponder more, shots came out of nowhere. You threw yourself in front of Echo and started firing back.

Karking pirates.

“I got it! Let’s go!” You felt Echo pull his scomp out of the portal and wrap his arm around your waist. You’ve done this move before. There was a door next to you. You’d just roll over each other into the other room…but something caught your eye. The door opened, a sneaky pirate trying to get at Echo from the back. He raised his arm to aim and…

Bam!

The shot went off; but before it did, you twisted yourself in front of Echo. Shots rang out (you assumed Echo shot the man behind you) in unison with your scream. You heard Echo shouting your name in panic, pulling your writhing body behind the door, and barricading you on the other side. His calls went from panic to insistent now, then confused. He expected blood…not sparks.

You peeled your eyes open and brought your other hand up to detach your arm. The flames crawling up to your brain telling you your arm was shreds immediately stopped. You heaved a breath and sat up.

“Shoot.” You mumbled, looking at the shambles your arm was in. How many times had that pirate shot it?

“Hey, you ok?” Echo removed his helmet and his eyes were searching your body. “What were you doing? You could have gotten killed!” Despite his reprimand, his voice was soft, probably still processing what happened.

“I was thinking I didn’t want to see you dead.”

“I don’t want you dead either.”

“J-just he-lp me, will you?” You started scooping up the pieces into your pack. Echo quickly came to help.

“Your balance will be off a little, will you be ok if I rigged the ship?”

“Yeah, yeah,” still trying to catch your breath, you wanted to give an air of confidence though, “go for it.”

Echo stuck his hand back into the scomp and commed the boys. You tuned it out, the world (the ship) around you starting to shake. You knew you were spiraling but you couldn’t stop it.

He knew. Now what was going to happen? He took that rather well. He was sort of ignoring it and you didn’t know if you were relieved or upset.

And…how lucky were you that it was that arm, and not your good one?

You hugged your pack. It felt a little morbid carrying pieces of your arm in your pack. It was mechanical but still. It had been a part of you for so long, it was so strange. Echo’s hand appeared on your shoulder, giving it a grounding squeeze.

“We have to get to the hanger! They’ll meet us there!”

Your musings would have to wait.

— — — —

The ship was falling apart. Explosions wrecking the hangar and surrounding you and Echo with fire, causing the ship to shake and the floor to become unstable.

“Echo look out!” Your warning came too late. Echo was knocked off his feet from an explosion next to him. The force pushed him out the hanger and plummeting toward the earth below. You cried out in terror, shrieking as you threw yourself toward the edge. Echo had grappled onto a loose piece of the ship. You wrapped your legs around some metal beams where the wall of the ship was blown away. You then balanced your body so it could support the extra weight of the one you were trying to reach. It was difficult not having the balance of your other arm.

“Take my hand!” You shouted above the din.

“No! If I do you’ll fall too! I can’t let you die!”

“Why not? I can’t let you die either, you idiot!”

“What do you mean ‘why not?”

“Just shut up and take my hand or I swear I’ll jump.”

Echo didn’t move so you started shimming closer, loosening your grip a little. That seemed to spook him so he darted his hand in your direction. You stretched out your hand further to meet his and gripped him hard as he let go. You were now his only lifeline.

“Alright! You are so stubborn.”

“Only because I love you, you idiot.”

“You’ve said that….wait, you love me?”

It was almost as if you could see the look of shock through his helmet. You started to chuckle, looking at his dazed dangling form. The piece he was hanging from fell not two minutes later.

“You’ll have to climb…I can’t pull you up!”

Darn fine time to lose your arm again.

You felt like your rib cage splitting in two from the pressure. You couldn’t remember the last time your breathing felt so constrained. Every breath in stretched your chest impossibly farther, trying to lift the invisible bantha sitting there, every exhale set your chest on fire. Echo’s hand gripped your good arm and his scomp dug into your flesh. You wanted to cry out but couldn’t. An invisible hand gripped your throat as you pulled, trying to get him to the ledge.

Then Echo slipped a little. Another explosion went off and jolted you. You had to fight hard to keep your grip even if your balance was lost.

“Co-ome o-ohn Eeekoo, don’t. Give. Up. Climb!”

“Mesh’la, you have to let me go. I’m too heavy. Save yourself. I need you to be safe.”

“D-don’t you dare gih-ive up.” Tears were streaming down your eyes now and you didn’t care. “Don’t ask me to do that.”

Echo’s grip loosened a little, and your heart, already overworked, started to increase its speed. “I can’t let you die either; because I love you too. I’ve loved you so long and should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just thought…”

“Echo, don’t let go, please.”

“Mesh’la…”

“Echo, stop speaking gibberish and use the strength to climb instead of talk!”

You had to imagine the smile on Echo’s face. You felt the hardened grip return, along with the agonizing feeling of being split in half. You started to count to keep yourself calm.

“One…two…three…”

The world around you was falling away. Not just literally from the sky but the ceiling and walls started to blur, black clouded the edges of your vision.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

Then a buzzing sound broke through the haze. It sounded familiar…close…Echo whooped. It got closer…and closer…then the lights and hum of The Marauder announced its saving presence. You heard the hatch open and the shouts of the others. Echo’s grip suddenly disappeared and his weight was gone. Air forced its way into your lungs in a gasp. You wanted to call out to Echo but your energy was gone. You heaved and started to lift yourself.

Until a chunk of metal came falling down, smashing your body.

Shoot.

You couldn’t move. Your body crushed to the floor, the ship started to shift, gravity pulling you out the door. Your head slammed against another falling object, hard enough to draw blood, dizzying enough to disorient you, but not enough to knock you out. The taste of copper made itself known to your tongue, soon your whole mouth felt the presence of a hot liquid. The black specks returned. They danced and spun, swirling with the flames as your world tilted.

Your body started to slide in the opposite direction, a hot sticky trail left in your wake. You clamped your eyes shut and found you couldn’t open them.

Well this is it…

Footsteps skidded next to you, shouting grated against the complaining durasteel that creeped and groaned as it was ripping apart, the durasteel was lifted from your body. Strong arms wrapped themselves around you, the distinct feeling of a hand cradling your head and the hard inflexibility of a scomp supporting you. A gentle voice you’d know anywhere whispered:

“Hey, if I’m not allowed to fall, you aren’t either.”

You started to chuckle but a coughing fit replaced the giggle.

“Y-you got to go before the whole thing falls.”

“I’m not leaving you. We end this thing together. Hold on. It’ll be okay, okay? Just stay with me here.”

“Th-e world i-is black…Echo…”

His name stumbling out your mouth was the last thing to ring in your ears.

— — — —

You had the various pieces of your false arm scattered about, fidgeting with a piece here and there but not really doing anything with it. The despondency you felt starting from scratch made you wonder if it was even worth it. You reached up and felt around the stump on your shoulder. The uneven scars, the healed over tissue, the ghost of what was, teasing you in their silent haunting.

Your hand then slipped to your bandaged ribs. Apparently, according to Wrecker (talking excitedly while Echo blushed feverishly in silence), Echo had let himself down onto the boarding ramp and looked up expecting you to follow. When you didn’t, he jumped back up without a second thought onto the unsteady, crashing doomed ship and watched helplessly as…well Wrecker didn’t make you relive it. That was nice of him.

Echo apparently also didn’t let anyone touch you, too busy bandaging you up himself, barking orders at everyone to get the supplies he needed to wrap your middle and head.

Wrecker said he’d never seen Echo so “frantic”. It was hard to imagine as Echo was only ever calm….don’t worry, Wrecker re-enacted it for you (until Hunter ushered him through a door and left you alone with the man almost combusting from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” Omega whispered to him before slipping out herself, “she already knows. And don’t mind Wrecker, he’s just happy it’s finally happening.”

The memory faded and the silk between your ribs and fingers became real again. Echo hadn’t said anything to you. He’d only taken your hand and squeezed it tight, not looking you in the eye for the longest time.

“I may have a body of steel…but I’ve got a heart made of flesh, believe it or not, it’s real. And it’s yours. It beats for you. Don’t forget that, please. We’re the same, and I couldn’t have loved you more. I wish you could have told me about it…because I know.”

With the whisper he left. Despite the ship being small, he had avoided you for an entire rotation already. You knew he was around, you’d heard Hunter talking to him, but you didn’t seek him out.

You looked down uncertainly at your project again and sighed heavily.

Maybe remaking it isn’t an option. You could ask Tech or Hunter…in a few days. You didn’t feel like this now…maybe you shouldn’t fix it at all. Maybe this was the key to stop working for Cid.

The door opened with a whoosh, footsteps clomping a path toward you. A body slumped on the floor next to you and you felt Echo’s leg brush your own. The contact made your heart leap, eyes darting toward him to find his signature smirk on his face. You scowled and looked away. Your throat was sore and the lump you swallowed only made you feel pitiful.

“I’m sorry…I needed time. Thank you for giving that to me.”

You nodded, eyes ahead.

“Hunter told me why you didn’t tell me…I figured that but hearing it also pushed me out of my slump. I know you didn’t owe me anything, not an explanation or anything, but I can’t let a moment go by without telling you that this doesn’t change how I see you….I was hurt that you thought I’d …. well it does and it doesn’t, let me start there. It doesn’t because I love you, but it does because I know how brave you’ve been. How could I not admire that! You’re beautiful to me no matter what. Don’t doubt your worth or your beauty which is more than superficial because of this.”

You choked on a sob and Echo brought his arm around slowly, giving you time to shrug him off if you wanted or to move away. Instead, you leaned into his touch.

He leaned close to your ear. “Tell me where to start and we’ll have it back together in no time.”

“I-I don’t think I can, Echo.”

Tears started to well in your eyes. You couldn’t do this again.

“I…I’m so tired. Of all of it.”

“You don’t have to do this alone; we will do it together.”

Echo took his real hand with his real fingers and entwined them with your own real hand. You could feel the warmth through his gloves and it went right to your heart. The courage that fled you long ago started to return. Your throat was swollen, so you nodded instead, lips turning up in a smile.

“Together.”

“But first, I have to finish fixing something else…”

You looked at him confused, cocking your head to the side, eyes still glistening from the unshed sorrow.

He chuckled but his next words came out airy and nervous.

“Your heart…”

He leaned in slowly, soft lips latching onto yours. He smiled when you gasped and nearly laughed when you pulled him closer, hand gripping his collar like your lifeline.

“Hey, stop laughing. You have a lot of fixing to do.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yeah, the arm could wait.

Both your hearts needed some healing, and a kiss was the perfect medicine.

#reader insert #echo x reader #echo x female reader #echo x you #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #tbb x reader #tbb echo #clone force 99 #fanfiction #fanfic #the bad batch #angst with a happy ending #angst and fluff #fluff and angst

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deepdisireslonging · 2 years ago

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Some Old Favorites

I was reminiscing, looking back through my masterlists, and I wanted to reshare some smutty fics. They didn’t get a lot of love back in the day because I didn’t have many readers yet. Some of you have found them and loved to read them as much as I loved to write them. But I wanted to share them with some of my new friends/followers too. Happy Reading!

DC Comics:

Two Hoods, One Revenge: The reader has nightmares of the day that turned her into a vigilante. Jason helps her keep them at bay; first with soothing words, then with something more hot and heavy.

Hickey Victory: Dick gets his hands on a marshmallow gun… but he forgets about your nerf gun stash. Shenanigans occur.

A Night at the Theater: A mission demands the public appearance of Bruce Wayne and yourself at a theater. The mission is quickly put to rest, which leaves you plenty of time to appreciate your husband during intermission.

A Nightly Affair: Nightwing keeps mistaking your apartment for his and you two grow very close. Very. Close. So close as to put you in danger, unless Nightwing can find you first. [Series Masterlist]

Marvel:

In the Eye of the Beholder: Part 1 | Part 2 : The reader gives an unexpected lap dance. Bucky approves.

All in a Night’s Work: The reader come face to face with the sniper that has been evading them for years. When things don’t go according to plan, Loki distracts them till they can get some much-needed rest.

Dirty Lips: When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

To Love the Sea: Y/N is the daughter of a sea-side innkeeper. The area is known for its draw for pirates, but one pirate is feared above all others: Captain Loki. He offers to take her on adventures; is she willing to take the plunge? [Series Masterlist]

Supernatural:

The Pointy End: You are research headquarters at the bunker while Dean, Sam, and occasionally Cas, are on cases. Dean comes home to you after a very long case, with a surprise. (My very first fic!)

Deep in the Archives: Sam takes the reader to a rare books library while they look for a spell book not at the bunker. The reader is focused on the task, but Sam’s roaming hands are a distraction.

Satisfied: An imagine of Castiel using his grace on you.

SPN History Challenge: A Werewolf in Whitechapel: The Winchesters and the reader go to London during the Whitechapel murders, also known as the Jack the Ripper murders, with the theory that the perpetrator is not human. They are correct, but when the killings don’t stop, the team has to retrace their steps and riddle out what stone they left unturned. Written for @kittenofdoomage and @saxxxology-main SPN History Challenge.

Boxer!Dean AU: Consequences: Y/N gets dragged to a boxing match by her friends where she meets Dean “Raisin’ Cain” Winchester, a boxer who is forced to win or lose depending on how much money his bosses want to make in matches. Can their combined effort break the fixed boxing ring? [Series Masterlist] (No smut, but still a favorite)

Wrestling Fics:

Chiffon in the Streets, Lace in the Sheets: The reader and Elias are newly married and ready to enjoy their first night as man and wife, but a few things get in the way first. (WWE)

Dangerous: After defending herself at a bar, Y/N impresses the dark figure sitting in the corner booth. Prince Devitt further impresses her. One thing leads to another, and she welcomes knowing him better. (NJPW)

A Reflection of Us: The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied. (WWE)

Troublemaker: The reader ran off with something belonging to Kenny Omega. He makes sure she pays for it. (NJPW/AEW)

Doubt Comes In: While Rosemary battles Su Yung in the Underworld, Y/N meets and welcomes a new face to TNA. But two battles are raging instead of one. If Y/N is victorious, can she settle the insecurities in Rosemary’s mind? (Answered request) (TNA)

Sister in Arms: Finn can’t seem to shake the effects of his feud with Bray Wyatt, so an old friend comes to help. Then Y/N finds herself battling on two fronts: in the ring and in her mind. [Series Masterlist] (WWE)

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unsat-and-strange · 11 months ago

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@blazeismyname @rocksanddeadflowers I'm back to feed the fires :)

thoughts with the big things:::::

ough toy soldier fight on the roof... it isn't until it's hurt Marius and he's begging for it to stop that it snaps out of it's rage... it was just doing what it was ordered to, it was doing what it was GOOD AT, and it hurt it's friend, it thought it was protecting him and it hurt it's friend

lyf trying to figure out brian. no other comments.

Marius finds out how ts got it's new voice

smitten idiot, Marius's old arm on the mantle, and ivy being sad she doesn't have opposable thumbs.

another ivy, tried to base it off her actual face but idk how I did, I'm not good at basing drawings off actual people. god she's pretty though. also shout-out to Bernadette banner for being the reason I know most of what I do about historical fashion even if I haven't used that knowledge much in this au (how do you balance historical accuracy, timeline nonspecifity, and immortal space pirate outfits??)

they're being run out of town, no time for questions!!!

I haven't drawn beast jonny enough have i. I need to fix that.

Tim teasing lyf about their boytoy (ignore the empty space I beg of you I was going to put SOMETHING there and I forgot what)

Brian being an icon "take a piss, fuck boy." mama didn't raise a bitch.

another of lyf trying to figure out brian (post curse version j guess, making a clock emote is tricky ok?)

ts and Marius cuddles, I think Marius has phantom pains the worst out of all the mechs in canon and I'm putting that in the au because I want to.

gardening lyf!!!!! I love that we've decided the garden is a safe space for them, they probably walk the grounds at night when they can't sleep and scare whatever castle staff is working at night because fae lyf seems like they should have glow in the dark eyes

and the carmilla meeting nastya doodle again :) I love them so much, amazing 10/10 mama daughter duo

#ebb rambles #the mechanisms #the consequences of creation and love #brain is not super functional rn so I don't have much more to add lol #wait shit did we say “piss off fuck boy” or “take a piss fuck boy” i cant remember #ebb draws stuff

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ohai-there · 7 months ago

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I wanna write a FMA x Naruto crossover where it's Hokage Minato + ANBU Kakashi dimension travelling to FMA. The FMA lads are like... that's a whole ass child! wdym he's one of your best soldiers???

But my current fic absolutely takes priority :sobbing:

Kakashi, completely deferring to Minato to do anything, even speaking, because they're in a foreign land and Hokage always comes first: Minato-sensei is amazing! He killed a thousand Iwa-nin :D

Minato: of course I can't compete with Kakashi, he graduated at 5, you know hehe I'm so proud, I was only on the field at 10...

FMA: what the f u ck

Summons... work? Kind of? Kakashi tries to summon Pakkun but it drains both him and Pakkun and Pakkun can't actually go back to Narutoverse because there's no other summoners with the dog contract to anchor onto, so Minato's toads are the only option.

They can't reverse summon because the distance between the two dimensions is so crazy far that it would kill them both with chakra exhaustion, but Minato can send a message through the frogs like, "1. I'm not dead, 2. Shikaku's in charge until I come back, 3. Jiraiya's gotta come back to the village ASAP and stay and advise, 4. Don't listen to any other council (because he's still trying to sort it out), 5. if you need to make any difficult decisions: DON'T, either send me a message for me to reply or delay it until I'm back."

FMA: freaking out cos that's talking animals - chimeras???? but also not?????

The ninjas should absolutely not have any trouble in the FMAverse - both of them have feats which put them faster than light so they absolutely could just... slap a bullet away with a chakra enhanced palm.

Maybe Obito can climb through Kakashi's eye because he went on a complete and utter freak-out when he realises Kakashi's gone and it results in a fight where he's absolutely trying to kill Minato for taking Kakashi away and Kakashi fighting him because he's attacking Minato-sensei and it's a huge-ass mess because they're fighting in a way which is absolutely devastating compared to alchemists.

Obito is sprouting Mokuton everywhere and phasing through attacks and Kakashi is taking hits that would absolutely kill a regular person (because shinobi are crazy durable) and bringing out all the elements and Minato is teleporting around like it's nothing.

The fight ends with Minato putting a kunai to Kakashi's throat cos he figures out that Kakashi is the bottom line and it actually works to make Obito stop attacking.

Minato's all, "as the Yondaime Hokage, I'm commanding you to stand down, Uchiha Obito." and Kakashi's standing there with Minato-sensei's kunai pressing hard enough to draw blood like, "Minato-sensei?" and Obito actually stops and just falls to his knees and says, "I think there's something wrong with me, help me please, Minato-sensei." And their return to their og world gets delayed because they have to figure out exactly to what extent the seal on Obito's heart is influencing him and how to remove it. FMA world needs to contend with the fact that it's not Just Kakashi that's like that, but it's legit the entire world that's pumping out children who kill and die.

When Obito starts losing himself to the rage Kakashi just holds him by the hand and in the smallest voice ever, just says, "don't be angry, Obito, please."

Kakashi & Obito being super traumatised and just holding hands, constantly...

It's a fix-it fic :) Obito, no longer under the influence of the seal returns to Konoha, cos of that, there's no Kyuubi attack and Minato continues on with being Hokage and butterfly effects Konoha into a better place.

I just wanna see my boys heal and also be absolute BEASTS in other dimensions...

#writing #naruto #hatake kakashi #namikaze minato #dimension travel #fix it

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millenniumdueled · 11 months ago

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"It's no use, you've already lost!" Weevil Underwood snickers as the Other Yugi draws for his turn. "This foolish king doesn't know when to give up!"

The Other Yugi shoots a glare in the insect Duelist's direction over the card he's just drawn. He summons Breaker, the Magical Warrior in attack mode. Though its attack points initially read 1600, they immediately raise to 1900.

Weevil grins. He activates a trap card, Infestation, that lowers the attack of every monster on both their fields by 100, and inflicts that loss as damage to the owner's lifepoints. Yugi's drop to 500, Weevil's to 3800.

"Oh that's right, I said I'd tell you how to save your partner after this duel, didn't I? But you're going to lose when you end your turn and Poison Butterfy saps your last 500 points!!! What a shame, the look on your face would've been priceless!"

Other Yugi doesn't flinch this time. This pest has been trying to burrow under his skin the entire Duel, he won't let him crawl inside now. He stares his enemy down with abhorrence in his eyes.

But Weevil doesn't stop talking.

"It's killing me not to say it!! Okay, you know what! This Duel is decided, and it's not like your butch little girlfriend over there can save him without you!!"

"Hey!! Come over here and say that to my face, you worm!" shouts Téa from her place on the next traincar down.

"Calm down already, I'm trying to be nice!" Weevil snaps. "Little Yugi's soul is sealed inside a card, and I know where to find it~"

"Why would I believe a lying pest like you anyway?" the Other Yugi hisses.

"Because~~~ My new employer trusted me to win so much--" as he speaks, Weevil reaches his free hand into the pocket of his shorts. After a few agonizing moments, he holds up a Duel Monsters card, reversed, showing Yugi only the back. "--he gave it to me!! Thought I might need a hostage to get your fighting spirit up again, oh Nameless Pharaoh ! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!"

Time seems to stop, even as the scenery rushes past the speeding train.

Other Yugi's eyes go wide.

His heart skips a beat.

Could it be...?

No.

It's more of Weevil's psychological warfare.

Just more taunting.

But could it be...?

Would Doma have really just handed him Yugi's soul?

That was ridiculous--

But it was always the Pharaoh they really wanted--

So could it be--

"You're about to join him anyway, but the least I can do is let you hold onto your precious little partner while I crush you. Come and get him~~" Weevil waves the card back and forth, tauntingly.

Absently, possessed by desperate desire to see his other half again, Other Yugi takes a step forward.

"Yugi, what are you doing?!" Téa gasps.

Weevil laughs. "Wow, it's that easy?! We're in the middle of a Duel! You can come get him but you're gonna forfeit if you do, you know~~!!!! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!!"

Other Yugi stops dead in his tracks, but his eyes stay wide. Téa's voice behind him feels far away. Everything feels far away

His eyes fix on that card.

His chest feels tight, and his pulse pounds in his ears.

It's just another trick, right?

Is it really Yugi...?

He steps back.

"That's what I thought. Well! Since you don't want it, let's get back to the game!" As he speaks, Weevil takes the card between both hands. "No more distractions~"

The cardstock tears easily, straight down the middle.

And Other Yugi's heart stops.

His stomach drops, the blood freezes in his veins.

An agonized scream tears from his throat. The cards in his hand bend as he clenches around them, bringing one fist to his head, the other to his chest.

Weevil just laughs as he lets the two halves go flying off in the rushing wind.

It takes him a few seconds to regain himself, to drops his hands and raise his head. But when he does, it isn't sorrow on Other Yugi's face anymore as he stares down his enemy.

His breaths come as ragged growls, his body shaking with rage. There's murder in his violet red eyes.

"Holy shit, you should see yourself right now. Seriously! You look like some kind of wild animal, hyuk hyuk hyuk!!! That's no face for a king! And over a useless Pillroach, too!"

"What?!" Other Yugi roars.

"Do you seriously think I'd just rip up a card like that? Yugi's soul??? That would be the most valuable card on Earth!!!!! You really are a stupid king, maybe that's why they really erased your name."

"You're the fucking worst!!!" Téa shouts.

"It was a joke! Not my fault you guys are so sensitive!"

But Other Yugi is still shaking with wild rage. "I'll kill you, you bug!" he snaps.

Weevil's laughter stops.

Yugi activates Breaker the Magical Warrior's effect, destroying the Insect Barrier that's been preventing him from attacking. That effect costs Breaker its attack upgrade, dropping it down to 1500. Then, he can attack again with the very Poison Butterfly that Weevil had given him, destroying the only monster protecting the Insect Duelist. Then he attacks again, sending Breaker directly at Weevil's lifepoints.

As the dust clears, Weevil smirks. "That's it? You don't have any monsters left to attack, and Poison Butterfly's effect will drain you out....!!!" He giggles gleefully. "So I still win!!"

"I didn't say 'turn end'," Other Yugi growls.

Weevil steps back. "Now you're bullshitting!!" he cries.

Other Yugi activities a spell called Berserker Soul. He has to discard his entire hand, but that's just fine.

This is the last turn, anyway.

Berserker Soul's effect lets him keep drawing and discarding from his deck, attacking with a monster on his field whose attack is 1500 or less every time, until he draws a non-monster card.

And Breaker's attack sits at 1500 now.

The Pharaoh draws, and Queen's Knight is promptly discarded. Breaker attacks, dropping Weevil's lifepoints from 2200 to a measly 700.

Yugi draws again.

Gazelle the Mythical Beast.

Weevil's lifepoints drop to 0.

But the Pharaoh isn't done. He draws again. Big Shield Gardna goes into the graveyard, Breaker attacks, and Weevil screams.

The Seal of Orichalcos makes every attack real, inflicting pain beyond any solid vision hologram.

But Other Yugi isn't done.

Alpha, the Magnet Warrior.

Weevil screams again.

Yugi draws again, Dark Magician Girl.

Weevil screams.

And Yugi draws again, another monster.

Another monster.

Another--

Finally, Téa's seen enough. This isn't the Yugi she knows. This isnt the Other Yugi she knows, either. She's seen his Shadow Games, she's seen him at his cruelist before. She was there, though blindfolded, when this same man set an escaped convict on fire to save her. She knows what he's capable of.

But this?

This gruesome overkill, this feedback loop of violence he's caught in now?

This isn't him.

"Yugi stop, you already won!!!!!!" she screams. Despite the wind of the speeding train, she jumps across to the car where Yugi and Weevil duel grabbing her friend's hand as the Seal of Orichalcos shrinks in on Weevil.

"Let me go!!" Other Yugi cries.

"You already won! His lifepoints are zero! It's over, please!!! You're spiraling!" Téa begs.

The look in the Pharaoh's eyes is wild as he tries to catch his breath. He's panting, shaking.

Across the field, Weevil is already on his knees, the Seal already faded.

As stillness falls, Other Yugi is able to pull away from his friend's grip. He charges across the traincar to shake a lifeless Weevil by his shoulders. "I won. You promised, so tell me! Where's my Partner!!" Tears stream down his face as Other Yugi begs. "Tell me where my Partner is!!! You promised!!!! Answer me!!!"

Téa's heart breaks. "He... He's gone.. You know that--"

The Pharaoh screams again, shaking Weevil's lifeless body harder. "Weevil!!!!!!" he cries. "Where is my Partner?!?!?! Where is he!!!!!!!"

"Yugi stop!!!!"

Finally, the Other Yugi lets go of his enemy. He falls back onto his own knees, staring helplessly at his own hands.

No.

These aren't his knees.

These aren't his hands.

Téa comes closer, putting a nervous hand on his trembling shoulder. But what can she say...?

As she searches for the words, the runaway train cuts her off with a sharp, loud whine as it rounds a bend. A sound like an explosion splits the air as the brakes give way.

It's all she can do to scream his name again as the traincar, with Yugi, Téa, and Weevil's lifeless body atop, go careening off a cliff.

#ooc #plot #arc: what the doma?!#(:#kind of long but it's fun

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wishlikes · 8 months ago

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holy shit. looks at you with my massive autistic eyes. what’s bad future time traveler ritsu PLEASE share with the class. and if you don’t want to share with the class that is ok but also please if you are so inclined then at least share with the me

Well. You see.

It all started when I was running low on time to finish Whumptober prompts and... well, I had just come from the rottmnt fandom. I had 'character time travels from a bad future' on the mind. So I drew this and thought 'surely no more will come of this'.

And yet the concept stayed in my mind. I drew this sketch page several months later. Someone's tag on it inspired me to actually write the story, as explained here (along with more info, though I'm going to change some things from what's written here).

There's also these two drawings that take place in the bad future, although I didn't draw Ritsu old enough in the second one, because I hadn't figured out the timeline yet when I drew it. (warnings for blood and injury on both of them)

I've figured out the timeline of the bad future now, though. And I am cursed with the knowledge that the very little I'd already written needs to be rewritten to suit it. This writing/rewriting will not be happening until I am done with my current wip (which is almost done... but might need a sequel because i am cursed).

So I myself know very little about what's going to happen in the bad future time travel fic that i had better fucking write because I desperately need to know what happens.

Some Key Events of the Bad Future:

Sep 2015 - [Redacted] is murdered

Nov 2018 - First anti-esper laws drop

Jan 2020 - Shou 'goes missing', his father is 'convinced' to identify several espers- including the one he couldn't beat

Feb 2020 - Shou escapes custody in an incident his father doesn't survive, Shou is labeled a terrorist, Mob is arrested, Shou and Ritsu go into hiding together

Dec 2021 - Shou is killed (among others), Ritsu fakes his own death

Jun 2023 - [Redacted] informs Mob of Ritsu's 'death'. As you can imagine, this is a bit like setting off a bomb. A bomb that can self-heal and keep exploding until the rage burns out, until only despair remains, until there is no longer even the barest sub-conscious thread left of self-preservation. And so the wounds stop healing, and power dies down, and only then can Ritsu come close enough to help, to show that he's still alive. But it's too late, too late. This place, this time is not safe for Ritsu; they would kill him. And Shigeo has not seen him in over three years and he looks so awful now, and Shigeo cannot protect him. He has to send him away, away to somewhere safe. And then Ritsu is gone, safe. And there is nothing left for him here.

Jun 2011 - Future!Ritsu arrives

So. Ah. I got a bit carried away there. I wouldn't normally include that much, but Future Ritsu is such an emotionally devastated wreck of a man that I can't bear to write from his pov, so i don't know how much of all that ^ is gonna make it into the fic anyway.

What I do know is that Ritsu thinks he's been sent to the past specifically to Fix Everything. And that's the only thing keeping him from just lying down and not getting up again. The knowledge that his brother only wanted to save him would probably make him worse actually.

#wish rambles #thank you for asking #i'm so excited to Eventually start writing this fic #i need present ritsu looking at his future self and going 'oh no' so so bad

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newwritergirl · 9 months ago

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On the brink | Part 4

Masterlist

When a case hits too close to home, is Jay able to keep it together or is he going to lose everything.

Summary: With Lily in the hospital because of Jay, the team has to wrap up the case without the two partners. But the most important question is, are they able to overcome this disaster?

Trigger Warnings: OCC, OC Lilian Grace Harper, asthma, past child abuse, protective Intelligence, Jay fucks up his friendship, canon divergence!

Word Count: 2.4k +

A/N: Here is the next chapter of my first Chicago PD fic, thanks for reading. This is more on the slower side but don't be afraid there's some more drama on the way :) thanks for reading

Will has to keep his rage in check after Ruzek told him what had happened earlier. He can't believe that his brother hurt the only woman who was always by his side, no matter what. She caught him after his bad heartbreak with Erin, she helped him during some bad episode of PTSD, she's his best friend and she could have been so much more, but he fucked up, royally. He has to help his brother to fix the broken pieces of this friendship but when he enters the treatment room and looks at Lily, shaking and absolutely broken in the hospital bed he doesn't know if they will be able to fix this ever.

With cautious steps to not startle the strawberry blonde further he draws closer until he takes a seat beside the bed.

"Hey, Lils. You're okay. Everything is going to be okay." Will grabs her hands and gives her a gentle squeeze.

"Will…" A heartbreaking sob is leaving her mouth. "I couldn't help him. I- I should've have tried harder…"

But the red haired doctor interrupts his friend immediately. "Lily, look at me, please. There's nothing you could've done. We both know Jay. He's a stubborn asshole. HE should be the one apologizing to you. He hurt you physically and I'm probably right when I assume that he also hurt you mentally the last weeks."

"But…" Lily tries to intervene.

Will stands up from his position on the uncomfortable hospital chair to sit down beside the shaking woman on the bed, gathering her smaller frame into his chest.

"No buts, Lily. He's to blame. I know he's your best friend and you would do everything to protect him, but this is on him. But we will fix this, HE will fix this. You're going to be okay."

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The car ride to the young woman's house was quiet. With her raging headache and aching lungs she tries to concentrate on her breathing. Adam on the other hand occasionally casts worried glances in her direction. He doesn't want to leave her alone after being injured, with a concussion and after her bad asthma attack but he's needed at the precinct, with her and Jay down, cause Voight sent him home.

"Sunshine? Please stop worrying. We got the prick, it's over." Adam reassures her. At least they can close the case, the Jay-problem is the only thing they have to work out and Adam will move heaven and hell to get the two back on track. Out of the corner of his eyes he can see her nodding tiredly.

"I talked to Voight, you're off for the next days. Will is going to check on you later or tomorrow. But please call one of us if you're getting worse. Our doc wasn't too keen to discharge you that early."

A nod is all he gets from the woman beside him. Lily is clearly under shock. Not that she got injured in the line of work, she misses her partner. She needs Jay's closeness and she can't help it, she blames herself for the outcome of this whole dilemma. That's what she is, always protective of the people she is close with, blaming herself for their mistakes. She's the best cop in their unit, Adam thinks and softly strokes her left hand which limply laying in her lap.

"We gonna be okay, sunshine!"

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The silence in her house is so loud with all the thoughts running in her concussed head. Memories of her childhood, insults of the guys in her old unit, happy moments with Intelligence, cuddly Sundays with Jay, everything is morphing into a painful chaos raging inside her brain.

Curled into a small ball on her couch she's staring into space when a loud knock is bringing her out of her thoughts. She doesn't want to open the door. She doesn't want to see anyone. Why can't they just leave her alone like everyone did in her past? She closes her eyes to shut the world out. But another round of knocks now louder are echoing through her silent living room. Lily pulls the blanket over her face, not ready to face another human being.

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What has he done? He destroyed everything. The only person on this earth despite his brother who is family for him is hurt because of him. Lily is hurt and he doesn't even know how she is doing. How severe her injuries are. Is she still at the hospital? Is she alone at home or is Adam still with her? Jay fists his light brown hair into his hands when he hears keys jiggling in the lock and his front door slowly being opened. He looks up from his bent forward position on his couch. There are only two people who have a spare key to his apartment and one of the two is probably still in the ER because of him.

"Thought you wouldn't open the door if I would've knocked. Got something to eat for us." Will announces as he enters his brother's living room, taking off his thick coat and boots before making his way over to the brunette detective. Jay doesn't answer the red haired man, he sure as hell knows what happened today. Maybe even treated his partner in the ER.

"Cat got your tongue?" Will says as he lets himself plop down beside his brother.

"What do you want, Will? I got a shitty day and want to be alone" Jay replies annoyed not in the mood for the shit his brother is probably going to give him.

After Will finished his shift at Med he thought about going straight to Lilian but he wanted to talk to his brother first, after all Adam messaged him that the young female detective is safe and sound at home and resting, so he wanted to give her a bit more time to let the whole situation sink in and maybe sleep off her shock.

On the way to Jay's house he had to downscale his rage against his brother. He understands that this case hit too close to home for him. Ruzek told him a bit about the last days and that today was just the sad peak. He needs to talk some sense into him, Jay needs to fix this and that fast.

"Yes I know. That's why I'm here. Lily has a minor concussion, had to glue a laceration on the back of her head. She had a bad asthma attack but Ruzek was able to help her administer her spray at the scene before bringing her to Med."

Will saying his partner's name makes Jay immediately looking up. She has a concussion because of him? She even had an asthma attack because of his previous actions. Despite the huge tension in the last days he noticed that she looked sick. He knows the signs and under normal circumstances he would've forced her to take a break, but he was in his own head for too long. The dead veterans were more important than his partner, his best friend, the woman he loves.

"Is she still at Med?" The brunette man asks with a shaky breath.

"No. She wanted to go home. I was not happy to let her go, her lungs didn't sound as clear as I like them to be, but she insisted. Adam took her home, texted me a while ago that she's resting." Will tells Jay while showing him the message of the other detective.

"Jay, Ruzek told me. Are you fucking out of your mind? Lily is the best that ever happened to you. I thought…" But the redhead can't continue his speech when the man beside him suddenly jumps up and starts to pace in front of the coffee table.

"You think I don't know that?" Jay shouts at the older man who's patiently sitting on the couch. He knows what he did and he hates himself for that and not only for what happened today. His behavior the last days is disgusting him now. When Lily only wanted to help, to cheer him up and be there for him, what did he do? He pushed her away both figuratively and literally.

"Jay, stop it. JAY!" Now it is Will’s turn to shout at his brother. As much as he is pissed at the other man he is also there to calm him down and help him to face his demons. Jay stops pacing and for the first time since Will's unannounced arrival he looks at his brother, a tear slipping down his cheek.

The red haired doctor pulls the detective into a tight hug. "It's gonna be okay, man. You'll fix this. WE are going to fix this. But first of all, let us eat, before the take out gets even colder. Then we gonna talk about a plan how to fix this mess."

"IF I can fix this." Jay breathes in defeat.

"Look at me." Will grabs his brother's shoulders in a tight but not painful grip. "Lily loves you, you know that. She blames herself more than she blames you. She needs you just as much as you need her."

Jay needs some seconds to respond. After he dropped his gaze he now looks his older brother deep into his warm brown eyes. "That's the problem, Will. She is way too good to be true…"

---

"I know that you're at home, Lilian. Open the door or I will kick it down." The raspy voice of her sergeant can't be ignored that easily and Lily knows he will keep his threat and destroy her front door if she won't open it in the next seconds.

On shaky legs and a heavy head she makes her way to her front door. The cool air hitting her when she's greeted by a worried looking Hank Voight. In an attempt to make him some room she takes a step back but a wave of dizziness is hitting her hard. Two strong hands immediately grab her forearms to steady her swaying body.

"You good, kid?" Voight rasps in a soothing voice. After shutting her door with a thud he leads his youngest detective to her couch where she camped out the last hour.

"Lilian, you good?" He repeats his question clearly growing more worried each passing second the woman in front of him is not talking to him.

"Hank… Yeah, sorry. Just a bit dizzy. Got a tiny little concussion. Nothing too serious." She looks up at the older man crouching in front of her still holding her steady with her arms in his gentle grasp.

"I should've killed Halstead…" He mumbles as he makes his way over to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for Lily.

She didn't know how thirsty she was until the cool liquid hit her tongue.

"Why did they discharge you when you're clearly not fit?" Voight asks rather annoyed as he takes a place beside Lily on the couch.

"I insisted, I wanted to be home, Hank. Will - Dr. Halstead is going to check on me." The strawberry blonde answers in great hope she can convince the older man that she's not as bad injured as he might think.

"Halstead? So now we're trusting that other Halstead guy when his brother is the reason for you being at Med in the first place?" Hank said in an annoyed slightly aggressive tone.

"No, no, no. It's my fault…" But her attempt to defend her partner is interrupted by a violent coughing fit. The urge to cough takes her by surprise causing her to bend over slightly in her seated place on the couch. She can feel her sergeant's worried eyes glaring into her hunched over form.

"Easy, kiddo. Do you need your spray?" The Intelligence Sergeant asks ready to jump up into action.

Lily shakes her head no and tries to calm down her painfully fast breaths. When she's calm enough to form a coherent sentence the young woman looks up at her boss beside her in an attempt to get the elephant out of the room. "How's Jay? You need my statement, don't you?"

Of course his first reason to drive to the house of his female detective was to check on her and see for himself that she's doing okay after being discharged. But he also needs her statement of the incident. He needs to know how he should handle the whole situation. He could suspend Halstead for his stunt, have his badge, let him go on patrol for the next weeks. But he wants to talk to Harper first.

"It - it was an accident. I slipped, that’s what will stand in the report." Lily looks up from her trembling hands in her lap. "I don't want Jay to get into trouble. I guess you already had his ass, back at the station."

"Lilian, he crossed a boarder. In my unit, we look out for each other. He didn't have your back. He hurt you…" The older man knew beforehand how Lily wants to handle this. Her protectiveness over people she's close with is nearly indestructible.

"Yes, he hurt me. But he's my partner, my friend. The closest thing I have, had to a family. Even if this is not going to work out anymore, I don't want to destroy his career. Please Hank." Her eyes are filled with unshed tears, the whole situation slowly sinking in. Will they fix their work and private relationship? A long time ago she vowed to herself that she will never be a victim of abuse again. But it was just the difficult case they had, Jay would never hurt her.

She feels Voight's hands on her shoulder squeezing slightly giving a bit comfort in that confusing situation. Her head starts to pound painfully and her glazed over eyes are the last straw for the sergeant to know that he needs to leave his young detective.

"Rest, kiddo. We can talk in the next days. Call if you need anything."

When she's finally alone again the adrenaline wore off, her whole body starts to ache and the cold is back in her bones. Too weak to make her way to her bedroom she lays down on her couch, snuggling into the soft cushions and into the thick blanket her partner gave her for her birthday last year.

#chicago pd fanfic #jay halstead x oc #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #antonio dawson #hank voight #will halstead #chicago pd fanfiction

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samcscreams · 2 years ago

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Pt3 Tara Knows AU: previous

“I’m meant to be alone” Sam dropped her gaze from her sister. As if that would make this any easier.

“Why would you say that?” Tara saw the opening in Sam’s walls so she moved to close the gap between them hoping her sister wouldn’t turn her away.

Before Sam could answer Tara’s question or stop her from coming closer just down the stairs the front door handle started to jiggle.

“Mom” the sisters said to each other

Without thinking Sam ushered her baby sister into her room. She knew this conversation wasn’t over but she also knew having it in the hall was a death sentence.

Both girls waited silently listing to the steps echoing about the house. The girls had become fluent in what each step meant. A creak here and a double creak there meant she was only tipsy (a normal persons drunk). She would head straight to bed and sleep for hours. They were safe.

Sam exhaled in relief. She could bearly handle the conversation at hand let alone an attack from their mother. She turned to her sister who was standing arms crossed looking up at her.

“What” Sam asked

“Don’t what me. You know what” Tara sniped back

“I’m not safe Tara” Sam moved to her bed. Turing her back to her sister. If she could she would crawl into her bed and sink so far into her mattress it would swallow her whole.

“What are you talking about? What do you mean you’re not safe? From who?” Tara was concerned with what her sister seemed to be saying. She crossed the room to try and look out the window as if that was going to answer her question.

Sam wanted to laugh at the situation. In a another life she might have.

“No. Not like that. Uh fuck. I mean I’m not safe to be around” Sam spit out her answer awkwardly trying to fix the confusion dancing in the air. Tara only turned and looked at her more confused than before. Blinking those big brown eyes like each blink would wash away the misunderstanding.

“I told you I don’t know how to talk” Sam averted her eyes from Tara. She felt defeated in her lack of communication.

Tara could sense her sister was burning inside. She could see the way she was squirming under the microscope she held to her. But Tara couldn’t help it. She needed to understand.

“What do you mean you’re not safe to be around? How could you possibly not be safe to be around. Sam you’re literally the one person I trust with my life.” Tara shifted her weight as she tried to wrap her brain around what her sister was saying. It honestly was unfathomable for Tara to think of Sam in such a way.

“I’m almost 18. He was too” Sam couldn’t help but be cryptic. The words to clear the air died on her tongue. She couldn’t face the her fear. What if saying it out loud was the key for it to become real.

Tara moved to her sister who was now sitting on her bed. Luckily with Sam sitting they were now eye level with each other. Tara cupped Sam’s face drawing her eyes to meet her own. She noticed the forming tears pooling in Sam’s eyes.

“Sammy. You could never be like him” Tara’s eyes were intense staring into Sam’s. She needed Sam to know that what she said wasn’t an opinion it was just plain facts.

But Sam could never listen.

“You don’t know that. Not really.” Sam broke free from her sister’s grasp. She got up from the bed and moved to her closet. As she went to open it her heart screamed to keep it closed.

Tara could feel the rage building inside her. Watching her sister brush her off again like her words mean nothing. Like her experience means nothing. Like she means nothing. She couldn’t keep it in anymore. It wasn’t fair to herself.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to say those things. I know you Sam. You act like I don’t and it’s not fair. I watched and I waited for you to tell me what’s going on. For you to tell me why you pushed away. I’ve blamed myself for years. That I did this. So you don’t get to stand there and lie to me. Because I know. I know how you protect me. The night dad left I remember how your first instinct was to cover me. You held me behind you so I wouldn’t see. When mom started to throw stuff you shielded me the best you could and it was you who cleaned my cuts after. I know it was you who beat up Johnny smith for stealing my lunch for a week and I know that’s why nobody picks on me anymore. Literally everyone knows that you’ll protect me. So why can’t you?”

Tara was out of breath by the time she was finished. Sam was still standing by her closet. The girls were actively back into the position they were in the hall. Tara stranded alone begging for the one person that makes her world make sense to come back to her. Then there’s Sam, turning her back from the one person that makes her feel like shes not actually a monster.

Sam could feel her fear crawling up her throat. The nightmares the plagued her mind flash one after another. She had already made up her mind about who she was. That’s why her closet was entirely empty and under her bed was crammed with packed bags. But Tara would fight. Kicking and screaming Tara would fight for her to stay, to face it. She knows there’s no more hiding from this. The one person who wasn’t supposed to know. Knows. If she ever lost control and hurt…

Sams made up her mind. She’ll always protect Tara. Even if it means leaving.

“Look at me” Tara was growing impatient with her sister “just look at me. I’m here now”

Sam turned towards her baby sister. She knew what she had to do.

“That’s the problem Tara. Your here. You’re always here. Always reminding me that I don’t belong. That I’m not like you. That I’m cursed to be your downfall. Reminding me every day of the monster I really am”

Sam’s eyes grew dark and cold. Tara had seen her big sisters eyes like this. They were never pointed at her but she had seen Sam flip her switch before. However, it wasn’t until now she made the connection of where she’d seen them before.

Amber was obsessed with Stab but even more the documentary about the true story. Amber would have it on all the time. Mainly in the back ground when they were hanging out and doing homework. Tara could never fully understand why watching it made her so uncomfortable. Then it hit.

Sam’s eyes

Billy’s eyes

They were the same eyes.

If Tara had any doubts before they were washed away. A surge of sadness washed over Tara as reality set in. They really didn’t share a father, not that that really mattered to Tara. No the worst part of this situation was that Sam was trying to scare her. To push her fully away. She could tell by the way Sam slowly moved closer like a wolf stalking its pray. Sam was showing her the devil with in and expected Tara to hate her in return.

“You don’t know me anymore Tara. I’ve chan…”

“Just stop” tara said in a dry tone

Sam was towering over her sister. But at the sudden dry straight tone she stumbled back a bit.

“If you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work. I don’t care how many times I’ll have to say this until you believe it yourself. YOU ARE NOT A MONSTER. You’re my sister and I just want you to stop pushing me away. You said you’d always be there for me. But you’re not.”

Sam dropped her guard. She had been bested. As if all her walls were made of glass Tara knew everything. But most importantly Tara was right. She was loving her sister from afar and hadn’t truly been there for her in years.

“Fuck you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I haven’t been able to stop fucking up since that night.” Sam started to cry there wasn’t any doors holding back the emotions now.

“What night?” Tara reached out to grab Sam. They both sank to the floor.

“The night dad left. I found mom’s diary and read how she cheated with Billy and got pregnant with me so I confronted her and I didn’t know dad was behind me and he didn’t know that I wasn’t his so when he found out he started yelling and left.”

“Oh” the sudden information connected all the dots for Tara.

“I’m the reason dad left. I’m the reason our family is broken. I’m the reason for everything that’s bad in your life Tara. How could I not be a monster?”

#sam carpenter #scream #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #AU: Tara Knows

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helpmeimblorboing · 7 months ago

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Shameless self-promotion tiiime

(Extract from Chapter 15 of Silvertongue by IrisPines618 on AO3)

I collapse onto a nearby chair. For a few minutes, there is nothing but an endless nothing. My eyes are open, staring at the blackness, but before my eyes flashes the blood-red of Iphigenia’s blood against her white dress, the silver gleam of Agamemnon’s knife as he drew it across her throat

I draw in a shuddering breath, and it sounds metallic too, the slide of a knife against the flesh of a throat. There are footsteps outside, their fall sounding like goat hooves. I hear the guards move to stop whoever it is. I hear the tent flap be sharply pulled up as someone enters

“Hello, Patroclus”, I greet, slouched over in my chair, not bothering to turn around to look him in the face

“You let them murder her”, he spits out, his voice tight with rage

“I did”, I admit, “More, I helped orchestrate it. Your point ?”

“You would have stopped them, had it been one of your family”

“I would have”

“Then why didn’t you stop them now ?”

“Because…”, I trail off, the words fading into silence. There were a thousand reasons, but none Patroclus could understand. He was too empathetic for them. I complete my words, “…because she was not. My family, that is”

I hear Patroclus draw in a sharp, enraged breath, before speaking again, “Her death is on your head”

“So it is”, I say, “so ?”

“So ?”, he scoffs, sounding like he couldn’t believe I had just asked that, “Have you no guilt ?”

“No”, I reply coldly, though the creeping ache in my heart, my skin, my spine, proved otherwise, “Guilt won’t help us get to Troy. Guilt won’t help us win this war”

“You defiled him”

I uncoil my body. There it was. The root cause of Patroclus’ rage. Not that the girl was dead, well perhaps a little, but mainly that Achilles had been forced to witness it. That his precious Achilles had been dishonored by my deceit.

It sounded selfish, even as I thought it, but I suppose, were I in his place, and Diomedes or Penelope in Achilles’, I would have reacted the same way

I am silent, my eyes fixed on the earthen floor. An insect wriggles it’s way out of it, small and beautiful, gleaming brown in the dim moonlight. It enters my shadow, and it is gone, melded with the blackness of my soul’s projection. I snort internally. Wasn’t nature poetic ?

“Answer me !”, Patroclus demands, “You murdered an innocent !! You killed a child !!”

“I did what had to be done”, I refute, my words hard as steel, a tinge of desperation to them, almost as if I am trying to convince myself of that

“‘What had to be done’ ?”, he says, and his voice is an incensed whisper, “In what kind of sick universe is the murder of a child necessary ?”

“In this one”, I say and my words echo off the thick fabric of the tent. Patroclus is silent. I continue, “You are here because your lover grieves for the death of the girl”

He does not answer. I take it as a reply, and keep going, “Should I advise you on something, my friend ? Nothing good will come of coddling Achilles. He is a weapon, to be wielded, not polished and kept in a glass case”, I say, though my soul screams out against my words

“He is a man”, Patroclus bites out, “A man”

“An inhuman”, I refute, though my heart of hearts knows that Patroclus is right, “A god-son. It is apparent in everything he does. His inhuman beauty. His speed, his strength… everything. And he is marching to war.”

Patroclus is silent behind me

“He won’t be rescuing people there, will he ? No, he’ll be killing… and looting… and ransacking. Burn out his soft heart, my friend. Replace it with one of stone, because he will need it”, I reply, and my words are sharp in the stillness of the tent, like arrows, “His fame is hard-bought. Ask yourself this – what do you want him to be known for ? The coward who refused to kill in the Trojan War, even as Greeks died by the hundreds around him ? Or the legendary warrior, slayer of a-“

Patroclus holds up one hand to stop my flow of words. I taper off, as he speaks, his voice shaky with anger, “What right have you to speak of him like you know him ? What do you know of him ? Nothing. That’s all. Do you know how he smiles when he is truly happy ? Do you know what his laugh sounds like ? Do you know what his favorite food is ? Do you know the taste of his lips, of his skin ? Do you know how warm his body feels pressed up against mine on a cold winter’s morn ? Do you know his scent ?”

I am silent

“If you do not, then you do not know Achilles”, Patroclus declares, turning to leave the tent, “You only know your precious Aristos Achaion”

For a second, there is nothing but a silence that stretches to fill the space between us, tenuous and fragile. My lips part. Nothing emerges. I hear the tent-flap rise again, before it flaps down, casting the tent in darkness

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For more of this, check out Silvertongue at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51546121?view_full_work=true

#tagamemnon #self promo #iliad #the iliad #homer #odysseus #patrochilles #patroclus #achilles #greek mythology #classical mythology #writeblr

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electricalcheese · 9 months ago

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you know what i can't stop doing. connecting weezer songs to keeper of the lost cities characters. i'm so sorry but i'm a big weezer fan and i do this.

Yapping under the cut (i talk about weezer, weezer, weezer, and kotlc, just how weezer songs remind me of kotlc)

susanne to sokeefe. especially "susanne, you're all i've ever wanted of a girl - you'e all i ever need in the world - i'm your child, make me blush, drive me wild - susanne, you're all i ever wanted" and the last lyric "day and every night susanne, i'm your man" and also lonely girl too, ALL of the lyrics, the gist is rivers cuomo (thr lead vocalist) wants to protetc his girl or smth and not hurt her

(this is my spot to throw in a buddy holly for sokeefe and i'm not sorry)

the world has turned and left me here and tastes like pain to keefe. twhtalmh: basically all of the lyrics ngl

tastes like pain: i actually thought about making a drawing to this song to lyrics "sprinkle in a little self hate - add a pinch of bottled up rage - mix it up and serve it on a plate - it tastes like pain (x3) - and i'm to blame (x3)" but the more i think abt it, the song reminds me of fitz.

thought of keefe first because i was thinking of his trauma and how he would have a bunch of self hate he'd kept inside of him, bottled up rage for when in neverseen he got mad (or smth? its when he says "then where's my perfect fix? why does it keep spiraling and spiraling?"), tastes like pain is all of his hatred, and i'm to blame is for when he joined the neverseen

gonna drop this here: i just threw out the love of my dreams reminds me of sophie with the romance shit stuff (also GOD i love the pinkerton album)

and everytime i listen to my evaline i keep thinking about edaline

also aloo gobi. "same old dull routine, same old aloo gobi" makes me think of how the series is kinda like... 😭😭

no one else reminds me of how fitz is possessive ("i want a girl who will laugh for no one else - i want a girl who will put her makeup on the shelf - when i'm away she never leaves the house - i want a girl who laughs for no one else") but it doesn't really make sense while i type is ngl

AND AIN'T GOT NOBODY REALLY REMINDS ME OF FITZ I WON'T ELABORATE IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE JUST READ THE LYRICS!! PARDON ME + PERFECTION SITUATION THAT'S FITZ THAT'S FITZ I SWEAR. ACTUALLY FUCK IT MAKE BELIEVE ALBUM IS FITZ (ok maybe except haunt you everyday it's about being insane. like oohh haha murder when i'm bored) (and maybe freak me out) (and maybe we are all on drugs) (also ain't got nobody isn't part of

second thought haunt you everyday might remind me of fintan. (one of the lyrics is "when will stupid learn? - fire's gonna burn - think of consequence, then you'll move when it's your turn"). or maybe brant but idk

back to the shack slightly reminds me of keefe. one of the lyrics "finally settled down with my girl and i made up with my dad" is why. i haven't finished reading stellarlune yet but i'm 90% sure that doesn'f happen (the dad part), but the rest of it is him trust (i think). ALSO FALLING FOR YOU I THINK

Okay thanks for coming to the vlog, comment down below, hit that like button, smash that subscribe button AND SMASH ME NEXT-

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc fandom #kotlc thoughts #i'm jusy gonna list every chstacter i mentioned now #sophie foster #keefe sencen #fitz vacker #fintan pyren #brant redacted #WEEZER #!cheese stuffs

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liaarxse · 2 years ago

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hii I saw your tokyo revengers character matching and got a little excited lol I hope this doesn't bother you or is too much or anything

Appearance - 5'7", semi muscular, geto posture (😭), fluffy curly hair with dark brown roots dyed blonde, multicolor cat eyes, always has a neutral expression of murder and I swear it's not their fault, they're just sleep deprived 😭 considered pretty attractive but they couldn't care less tbh

Personality- like, half and half. They appear and sound very very calm and neutral (or even intimidating), but their words and actions are always unpredictable. They're stubborn in a way that nothing in the world could budge them- except something ridiculous like a cookie 😭 they're cool and mature, but they're easily pleased in a way that's Childish. Basically they can fit any labels, and how they act just depends on who they're around- so like semi manipulative in the likeable way?? Idk. There for anyone, anytime. They're super strong n tough, the absolute idgaf type, but deep down they care too much. As tired as they seem, they're never without energy (hence the constant multitasking). They really just don't want to be a problem to anyone, but they're like draken or baji in the sense that they're never afraid to instinctively tell you what's on their mind to your face. Basically a tsundere mom friend with a past thatttt we don't talk about😭 they should give themself a break

Hobbies or likes- they never stop listening to music, enjoy hanging out with a lot of people, sweet little snacks, and hide their habits of drawing and writing. They're really just built around self expressionism and trying new things and having fun :) Their favorite thing to do is watch the sky but they never have time to. They may or may not have surprising anger issues they need to fix, but at least they're not getting angry at people? (Totally not something like pokemon games when an eevee runs away or something 😭)

Boy or girl doesn't matter, just not someone who canonically ends up with someone- or kisaki or hanma 😭

I hope this isn't too annoying, I hope you're having a great day!

I give you...

Souya Kawata

At first, i thought about Draken. On further notice, best sounded Rindou, but if you think about it, Souya.

Why?

You understand each other.

Bare with me. I'm not choosing Souya just because your appearance is pretty much the same, and you can complain how you hate dealing with your hair, but deeply because you'll connect.

I personally headcanon the Kawata twins having some sort of mental issue coming from early childhood.

Souya would be having rage issues. Not just anger, rage. He gathers it all up to a point where when someone hurts someone dear to him, he goes murder mode without hesitation taking away lifes.

Having anger issues, I don't believe you'd go straight up murder mode, but if you do spare my soul please

At first, you'd be just talking and all, like friends. Finding it amusing how you're both rocking a resting bitch face with a kind heart

After some time, the rest kicks in. When you're both comfortable enough and trust each other, you start telling some secrets. You shared your anger issues with Souya and gave him a half-ass explanation about it, not taking it too seriously. When Souya started talking about his rage, you know where this will lead.

Everyone says opposites attract, but for me, it's not always the case.

You balance each other with trust and shared mindset.

Souya takes you to gang meetings almost always, but you have to stay right by his side.

Also, on the opposite side of Nahoya. The bitch feral /jk

You quickly befriend the crew and the sweet Hina and Emma who ADORED you

After every meeting, Souya smuggles you away from the rest so you can watch the sky. Will it be midnight, evening, golden hour, or just a bland day. He knows you love watching the sky, so he pulls you to some special secluded place he chose himself for you to watch the sky. He gives you some snacks to eat while doing so. Sometimes you talk and sometimes you just stay in a comfortable silence, thankful you found each other.

In conclusion,

Love the person next to you regardless. No matter how they appear or the issues they have. Nobody is perfect. Everyone has problems.

Try fixing them instead of taking the easy way out. There is no easy way. It's just a form of mindset that leads you to a harder life. Don't be a pussy.

Be brave.

#tokyo revengers #x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #headcanon #souya kawata #tokyo revengers souya #matches #matching

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dominoblues · 2 years ago

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I WANT TO BE A WORM CRAWLING INSIDE MOKUBA'S BRAIN AND STARE AT HIS THOUGHTS IN BLISS.

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The KitKat bar is challenging him. He is sure of it. Looking at him behind the glass with a smug expression. Mocking him, making fun of him. I dare you to push the button. Fucking annoying. He redirects his attention to the row below. The small pack of Kopiko tells a different story altogether. It is begging him, watching him with pleading eyes to free it from the sorrow of the refrigerated prison. That KitKat asshole must have everyone under its thumb, ruling as a king over the microcosmic empire of snacks called FamilyMart. Well, fuck you KitKat.

Mokuba inserts the coins in the slot (one cherry blossom, two phoenix hall) and presses the number ‘one’ followed by the ‘five’. The machine awakes from its sleep with a buzz. The metal coils of the prison rotate releasing the captive small pack which falls in the open compartment below. Finally, freedom. Mokuba grins victorious. He kneels and pushes the compartment door reaching for his cold prize. He shoots a last glance at the snack on the other side of the glass: emperor KitKat is raging, yet powerless. That doesn’t mean Mokuba has put a stop to his reign of terror. No, the moment he turns away KitKat will divert its rage and punishment to the other prisoners under his control. Well, nothing Mokuba can do about it. Goodbye asshole. Not my fucking problem.

He walks away from the vending machine and sinks on the closest bench in the white room, his body feeling understandably heavy because he hasn’t slept in ages. Like a true Kaiba. Fuck hospitals fuck doctors fuck my idiot brother laying semi-comatose upstairs. Again. For the second time. A cosmic wicked prank, that’s what their life is. Years pass seasons change and we are clinging in this fucked up eternal looped hoax of our misery stuck in the same immutable frozen truth over and over again. I hate you so much. I love you so much. I have been surviving just fine without you and I cannot live without you.

Mokuba leans his head compliantly against the wall, closes his eyes and lingers. Seconds, minutes, hours. It doesn’t matter. If he falls asleep, someone will come waking him up just in time for the bijillion things appointed on his daily to-do list he doesn’t even bother to check. As if he needed to. cfo at 9.00 meeting.meeting.meeting. industrial illusions ceo at 11.00. report to the board at 12.00 because those assholes wants to keep up with everything that’s going on like they give a shit about him and the other idiot because this machine for pigs cannot stop grinding and profits.profits.profits Marx was right.

Mokuba lets out an exhausted sigh. He opens his eyes again and looks down at the Kopiko pack hanging from his fingers. He pulls it open and sticks his hand in to draw the small wrapped confectionary. Lunch break at 1.00 reports.reports.reports. r&d at 2.00 testing.testing.testing. He removes the thin paper and shoves the sweet block into his mouth whole. Released from a lifetime under dictatorship only for it to end its journey in a stinky toilet. Someone somewhere has written a philosophical essay about the meaning of life of FamilyMart snacks. The intense flavor of coffee melts in his palate. Mokuba’s eyes fixes on the white spotless ceramic tiles covering the floor of the small waiting room.

Seto woke up two days earlier in the ICU. He opened his eyes briefly. However, they soon had to administer an IV dose of morphine before he went into tachycardia. Doctors tried to cheer him up saying the response to pain was a good thing. YEAH LET ME TELL YOU A COUPLE OF THINGS ABOUT MY BROTHER’S PAIN, he wanted to yell. Not a word about the rest, though. It is still too early to know, mister Kaiba. He called Mokuba’s name. That must have been a good sign, right?

He had been comatose for sixteen days, fourteen hours and thirty-seven minutes after the surgery. Mokuba had been measuring the time painstakingly with the meticulous precision of an atomic clock because that’s exactly what Seto had been for two weeks: an idle mass of still particles and unreactive electrons at zero frequency of resonance and momentum debunking the entirety of Heisenberg's uncertainty principle; an immovable and immutable pile of flesh and tubes, lines and cables sticking out his nose, chest, stomach and bladder as an extension of his own starving emaciated body.

Yet, Mokuba thinks there’s something decorous and beautiful in his blissfully simulated sleep. Even in his resting state Seto is a fixed mark in the flow of time. Pale and inert like marble crystallized in the eternal beauty of a greek statue that would make Michelangelo blush in admiration and jealousy at his sight. Seto’s charming even in a coma, gorgeous and grotesque as something born simultaneously from the hands of a Canova and a Dalí. It horrifies him and it amazes him he can barely keep his eyes away from the lifeless cocoon.

He woke up then and he went back to sleep. Seto is now a pupa. The chrysalis will complete its transformation and Seto-imago will emerge from its shell at the conclusion of this metamorphosis. Will you still be the same will you be different will you still love me will you accept the pain that we are fucking broken and I don’t care about perfection I never wanted a flawless you I want you to accept me/us for who we are.

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(WIP)

#i haven't been posting here a lot lately because i have new brainworms that have taken place of my seto/mokuba brainworms temporarely #but i'm in a blissful state right now so i'm content with what i'm doing #anyway here is some work-in-progress i hope to complete soon #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #kaiba bros #domino notebook

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