#I woke up and decided for violence it seems :D

[marvelstars]

Anakin & Padme vs Obi-Wan & Satine

I have some thoughts on both of these relationships especially because I enjoy both but I don´t like when some fans use one to put down the other in terms of their relationship with the Jedi Order

First off, Obi-Wan and Satine deciding to go on their own way because Satine had a duty to her people and Obi-Wan wanted to remain a Jedi despite loving her is totally in character to the kind of people they are and what they care for, Obi-Wan was raised at the temple, he didn´t know his birth family, the order is his world and Satine didn´t want to put him in a position of leaving his world for her world and she most probably wasn´t going to leave her duties to her destroyed planet as the heir of Mandalore, especially after a civil war.

In this I agree with the majority of fandom, in what I disagree is the fact that Satine and Obi-Wan decision not to pursue a romantic relationship is a legitimate one while Anakin and Padmé´s choice to begin one is selfish and a show of attachment, I believe both decisions and both relationships ARE legitimate, after all being a Jedi is a choice and just like Ahsoka showed, you can leave without being made an enemy of them precisely because the Order is supposed to offer this freedom.

Anakin was born in a family, he wanted to become a Jedi to be able to free the slaves on Tatooine, later he had to sacrifice this dream to remain a Jedi because freedom of slaves on Tatooine or the outer rim simply wasn´t a priority for the Jedi Order because they did mostly what the Senate asked of them and freedom in the Outer rim wasn´t something the Senate cared about at all.

In this scenario Anakin falling in love with Padmé, the girl he helped when he was a slave on Tatooine, the same one he promised to help free her planet which he ultimately did, is a good and honest feeling, just as Padmé´s auntentic feeling of wanting to have a family with Anakin once her period as Queen was done, so she could execute her plan of them going to live on Naboo once her time as a Senator was done.

Anakin´s decision to leave the order to built a life with Padmé and a family is a legitimate decision. At no point did he wish to impose his pov on the order or make them change their oppinion on marriage, his position was simple, he could not remain a Jedi if he was married to Padmé, he stayed during the clone wars to help the order but he had already decided to leave once peace was achieved and who could condemn him for that? if that decision could very well have led to him finally achieving his childhood dream of freeing the slaves once he wasn´t a subject of the Senate dictates as a Jedi? especially given Padmé´s help and influence on Naboo could have helped in achieving this and who knows, without Palpatine´s direct influence over Anakin, this could have helped fulfill the chosen one prophecy in a better context than ROTJ

In both cases, the characters are making a decision that makes sense given their background and point of view which is completely legit, even in the real world, life long compromises of the kind monks/ catholic priests make, they are made aware they have a choice if they ultimately decide to live their life as part of a family and that it´s an honest and legitimate decision, in fact catholic priests are given a whole year to decide before making their formal votes.

So in Anakin´s or Obi-Wan´s case, while the Jedi Order certainly didn´t take well seeing their members leave, it wasn´t banned, it was a legitimate decision one could take if the circunstances led to it as Ahsoka showed and I believe this is the least they can do given they take their members so young, before they are able to fully understand the decision they are making.

My two cents.

Double date by Ame

[siren-serenity]

you're so in love

characters: portgas d. ace, gn!reader, marco the phoenix (cameo??) warnings: fluff (takes place before SPOILER: teach's betrayal), reader is slightly drunk in the last prompt but there's no violence, ace calls reader "babe" but in a genderneutral way, slight swearing a/n: - these prompts were from @novelbear!! felt a bit of writer's block so i decided to do some :)) tysm bae! - PRETTY SURE I FAILED MY MATH EXAM BUT THATS OKAY - honorary tag for my wifey -> @officialdaydreamer00 - feedback is appreciated!

gently resting their head on their shoulder when peeking at something

scratch scratch ace woke up to the sound of a pen scratching onto paper. with a groan, he slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed at his eyes. his vision looked like a blur of colors but he only focused on you. the color of his "rare" shirts on your body made you seem like a blob of red because of how big it was and ace couldn't hold back the soft smile growing. he shuffled across the bed quietly but you whirled around, eyes widened. he froze like a deer in headlights, hands pressing onto the bed and his butt raised to scoot over. you chuckled. he flopped onto the bed and laughed aloud. "mornin' love," ace crawled towards you before resting his head on your lap. he burrowed himself in your scent and he felt the drowsiness come back again. he yawned. "welp- good night." you let out another small laugh before letting a small hand rest on his chest; a small finger traced the grooves of his abs and he jerked from the ticklish sensation. he quickly put your hand on his hair and moved it around to indicate that yes: portgas d ace, feared second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, wanted head pats and head rubs from his lover. he felt your fingers run through his messy hair and ace groaned from the soothing feeling. he pressed his head further into your lap, blinking slowly one last time before sighing in bliss. 'yes,' ace thought to himself before falling asleep with a drowsy smile. 'this is undoubtly heaven.' you continued to run a hand through his hair, using your other hand to finish ace's stack of paperworks.

always giving the other the first bite of their food

"say ahhh," ace playfully crooned, holding up a spoon with...something on it. you eyed him warily. both of you were wandering the streets of one of the islands under whitebeard's protection, having taken the opportunity for a long, overdue date. it was hard for ace to keep his hands off you (he loved PDA and loved seeing his brothers grimace at him) so the moment the moby dick docked, he threw some clothes at you and him before dragging you to the festival. and here you were, hand in hand and wandering the busy marketplace. although... you hummed, eyes trailing up and down ace's body. the clothes he threw were borrowed from marco, given that ace rarely had any shirts of his own (you appreciated the view of his glistening abs and his broad shoulders-) and the colors complimented him well. as if reading your thoughts, ace leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you know, you can take this off me later," he murmured and you laughed at his thoughts. "how did you know i was thinking of that?" he raised an eyebrow before lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his abs and his v-line. you spluttered, quickly snatching his hand and making him drop the shirt. that sight was for you, and you only. "seriously? tell me your eyes weren't trying to rip this shirt off." "pft-" you chuckled into a fist before finally taking a bite of his snack. it was a wafer ice cream sandwich and you smiled in delight. it was delicious! ace smiled before gesturing to the corner of his lips. when you failed to get the crumbs of wafer off you, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. the ice cream was quickly forgotten as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your bodies together.

absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

"aceeeee," you whined, slurring your words slightly. you reached out for ace, who enveloped you in a one-armed hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. you stared at him through your eyelashes for so long, ace looked at you with concern. "babe?" "ace," you stated, a serious look on your face. the other commanders stifled a laugh. "has anyone told you that you're hot?" "yes?" ace twirled a lock of your hair around his finger absentmindedly. he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "i ate the mera mera no mi, remember? " you shook your head, cheeks flushed with alcohol. "no, like really. you're really, really hot. smoking hot. burning hot. fiery hot. fried barbeque kinda hot-" marco swooped in, dragging you backward and a sharp hiss tore from your lips. ace's eyes widened as he quickly unwrapped your hair from his fingers. "shit- sorry love!" "charred black kinda hot, like super hot? marc, have you seen my boyfriend?" you gripped marco's shoulders with desperation, eyes wide. ace almost choked on his next gulp of rum; he's praying for you now. marco never lets anybody get away with that."he's totally beyond cute. he's super caring and nice and sweet and-" the first division commander rolled his eyes. "yes, yes, or so i've heard. [name], you're so drunk." "drunk and in love!" you singsonged before leaping into ace's embrace again. ace's fingers threaded through your hair as he adjusted his position so he was sitting comfortably and you were burrowed into his side. you popped a kiss onto his cheek before humming. "in love with portgas d ace!!" ace's cheeks were flushed red, but not because of the alcohol. his vision was definitely blurred though and a small tear welled up. "l-love you too," he choked out. if his grip around your waist was tighter after that statement, you didn't mention it.

[day-drawn-blog]

Part IV: There is more to do and I still want to live

Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I

Part IV - LOTS of angst and sadness and jealousy and fluff.

Tags: angst, fluff, sadness, angst, fluff, then maybe eventually smut because I do love that

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace

Part V: our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI : these ain't my sins, I' broke my chains

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours?

Part VIII: your blood like wine, invites me in

Part IX: I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

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The next morning you woke up. It took you a while to remember last night. You gasped and turned around. Your bed was empty. You were the only one. Your nocturnal visitor had vanished into the night air. Was he even there last night, or did you dream it all? Somewhere in the corner of your turbulent heart, you knew, he had gone back to his paramour. Which was not you. Before the pain of that thought drove you mad, you decided to distract yourself. After all, he never made any promises to you.

Time to get on with it.

The day was weary. You were finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the air between Shadowheart and Astarion. Every glance they shared, every smile was laced with poison for you. You prayed and hoped this would pass. You were the hero. You were the one who would lead them to safety, to the end of this perilous journey. It was a quest for salvation for all of you. And then you were all ambushed.

Time to focus on violence.

That should get your mind off of them. Except, Shadowheart was cornered, and while Astarion was supposed to target another, he defied the plan - to shoot at her attacker leaving himself open to a powerful spell that inflicted several wounds on him. He fell from his station. Drops of his blood splattered on Shadowheart's pale pretty face, down from where he stood.

Your heart had stopped.

Shadowheart shrieked, naturally to see him in pain so. Instantly she cast Santuary on him and incinerated the enemy with her radiance spell. You could feel her vengeance in the intensity with which she cast her spell. They then proceeded to embrace each other, her trying to heal him, and him finding solace in her arms.

You felt your world go blank.

Was there really a point to any of this? What was it, again. Your vision blurry, everything seemed to have slowed down. Or maybe just you. Karlach and Wyll were nearby. Flashes of spells and clash of swords. That's all you heard. Reckless abandon. That is what you wanted to feel. To make it worth something. To be seen, maybe. To be valued, to be needed. Or not be needed at all.

You cared not for your spell magic. It was time to feel the rage delivered through your own hands. Slashing, kicking, swinging your pact weapon. The feel of hitting a mortal enemy, splattering of blood around you. you could hear Karlach yell. Why? Oh, is that blood? Is that yours? Somebody bludgeoned you. Because being able to hit, meant being able to take a hit. Another punch to your face. This one you felt. You lost your footing.

This was fun.

Bring it on. See what I got. I will give it back to you. I have seen worse. I have felt worse. I have nothing more to lose. I will take you down with me. That's what raced through your mind. You hit harder, faster and with more venom than before. Killing with your own hands. You never enjoyed it before. Where is this rage coming from. You were no barbarian. You could feel the Hellish Rebuke coursing through your own body. you hit. And was hit back. Thrown back. Several times you landed on the floor. And got back up.

And then you felt hot. Warm. You had been hit with a fire spell.

You heard Wyll yell out. You could feel Karlach going into Rage. You knew the battle was won. You smiled, and you fell. For the last time that day. The last thing you remember seeing was Karlach cradling you, and Astarion running towards you from the distance. You couldn't make out what his face looked like. "Serves you right. Watch your only source of food disappear." you thought. You smiled, even if you were in pain.

The next thing you remember is Karlach nursing you in your tent.

Everything hurt. Pain all over. Wrapped in badages all over. You wondered what went down after your...recklessness. Karlach seemed really sad. Worried. "Thank the gods you are awake! What were you thinking?!" You smiled weakly. "Laezel has been going on and on about how impressed she was with your battle field prowess. "Ah.. Laezel, she would be...I'm glad".

After much fussing by Karlach, and Gale, and Shadowheart and basically everyone, who came to express their concern and relief or awe in your battle prowess or chastise you for your recklessness, you were relieved to get some quiet time. In which you wondered, where was the man, who mattered the most.

Typical. A vampire, only thinks of himself. and then suddenly, you remembered the look of pure horror on his face as you blacked out. But was he impressed? Was he worried? Did you get, ....his attention at last? You needed to know, if you were seen, at last.

If you mattered. To him. At all.

You decided to trudge outside in the cool night air. Everyone was finally asleep from all the exhaustion. It was a clear sky. Perhaps it is a great time to find a nice little piece of nature all to yourself. To take in the solitude.

You walked, slowly in the quiet night.

A little away from camp, you saw a shadowy figure. Almost predatory, walking towards you. Unmistakable.

So there he was.

He wasn't with shadowheart tonight? Maybe he had gone to hunt since, you weren't available. Your heart skipped a beat. There he was, out hunting. Was he scared he almost lost you? Was he finally worried about you? You wondered how the conversation would go. You had no idea why you did what you did, nor how he would react. You braced yourself.

But he said nothing at all.

He approached you. His face shone briefly in the moonlight. His eyes were cold. His shoulders brushed yours but he didn't stop. His glance was smouldering. Steely. But he said not a word and walked straight past.

You watched his back, through the light and darkness. Wait. You wanted to know, what he felt... "Are, you ... okay, Astarion? I saw you getting hurt earlier." Silence. Then he stopped and turned. You could hear your heart beat.

"Me? I am very glad to be alive you see. I do not want to just, end it all. Despite what my life has been so far, I still want to live." he looked at you with disdain.

You were taken aback.

You had been chastised by Wyll and to some extend Shadowheart, for your recklessness. But why did this one, cut through your heart?

"That's not... what I was ... "

But, is that what you were doing? Or is that what he thinks you were doing. Either way, you felt, ashamed. You would surely never. You had promised to be the Hero and Savior to others who needed saving. You wanted to love those that needed it. No. He was not right. It was not true. You won't let it be true.

You found your voice.

"Is that what you think I was doing? ha. I bet you got all worried, thinking your only source of higher blood would disappear. isn't it?" Your voice was laced with bitterness.

"And is that what you think of me?" His face was in the shadows. You could not see the glare in his eyes, but you could feel the disdain in his voice. "Well, in that case, maybe it is time for our nightly trysts to come to an end".

No. I didn't mean that.

You felt gripped by a sudden fear. No. Do not cast me aside. That is my only use to you. Do not take that away from me too. Please. That is not what I meant or wanted. That is the only time you look at me. You know of my existence. Only way I am needed by you. Only time I am wanted by you. No. You could feel tears choking you.

You couldn't speak. So he turned and resumed walking back to camp.

You turned too and then you broke down. You could not stop your tears. You felt so sorry. So very sorry for yourself. You almost lost yourself today, for this man. Why? Did you just want to be seen that badly. Only to be thrown away entirely. You watched the tears drop on your hands, and you knelt on the ground with your hands propping you up. Nothing you did would ever matter.

This was the bitter truth you so desperately wanted to deny. You never mattered to begin with. You were nobody to him. And you almost died for him. How could you hate yourself so much? Why would you not value yourself. Was he worth all that? You will never be Shadowheart. For it is she, who was in his heart and mind. You were just a convenient transaction.

You felt warm hands, from behind.

Hands that held you up. As you cried your eyes out. You were held in an tight embrace. As if the person wanted to take all your pain away. The harder your cried, the tighter you were embraced. You were found, by someone. Someone was there. Someone cared. That's all that mattered to you at that instant. You didn't care who it was. You were grateful it was...someone. You absorbed all the warmth in their body, and you felt the support of their broad chest against your back, as they buried their face in your neck from behind.

You felt his soft caress on your neck.

You felt so happy, that you started crying even more. You felt eternal bliss, you felt cared for, seen and you felt loved. You felt wanted. Your yearnings, came rushing out in salted tears. You wanted to laugh and smile, but you cried instead. Tears of joy, if only you could tell him that.

"I am sorry. I did not know. I am sorry. What can I do. How can I help you, please tell me a way." he whispered. "I cannot see you like this. I need you. Yes I need you. But not for your blood. You are our salvation. You protect us. From our personal demons. And in Wyll's case, quite literally".

You finally laughed a little.

He loosened his grasp a bit at that. Realizing, that the worst may have passed. but he did not let go entirely. Still resting his head next to you, kneeling on the ground with you, he held on. "I will one day, somehow, give you a reason to live on. Something you will want to hold on to. I promise you. Can't you wait a little bit. I don't know what that is yet. But you have my word".

Those were the last words you heard that night.

Because your pain and exhaustion and happiness came crashing on you at once. You felt your consciousness slip away. You felt swpt up, carried. You heard Karlach on the way. "What did you do to her Astarion! You better not have hurt her! she was already in bad shape. Did you make her cry?! Why are her eyes so swollen?" You drifted to a very sweet dream that night. Content somehow.

Part V: our futures bound, our bodies known

[whalyrae]

THE OLD GUARD CHAPTER 2

"We don’t get a say on how it ends, we never have. But we can control how we live."

Summary : You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Pairing : poly BTS x reader (she/her)

Genre : soulmate au, demons bts au, witch y/n au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 4.3k

Warnings : eventual smut, angst, mention of depression, death, suicide, past trauma, violence, blood, past (sexual) abuse, past torture, PTSD, scars, self harm, and more.

Tag list :  @blackrockshooter780 @babyymeme @starrlo0ver @suckerforv @mushroom-main @m1sss1mp @prettydancingdamzel

A/N : IT'S HERE !! The big one.... Took so much time to write this part... Unlike Dance With me, the chapters here are longer, and will therefore take longer to be published. I like to take my time writing… plus with my adhd it's hard sometimes to stay focused especially since I have my finals coming up soon and I have to study… AND I have a lot of mental breakdowns where I want to delete everything because I have no confidence in myself and my writing skills LOL

Ah, thank you so so much for all the loves you give with this story with all the likes and the shares and the comments ! Love y'all ♥

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

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When Namjoon returned home, saying he was ecstatic was a euphemism. He’d finally found her. Their last soul mate. After all these years. He met her by accident in a shop that his friend had recommended to him. What was the probability? Shit, he should thank Bangchan properly. He will be eternally grateful to him. 

But her reactions when they met worried him. Something happened to her. Something that frightened her at the thought of bonding with her soulmates. They needed to know everything about her. Her past, her wounds, her fears, so that Namjoon and his other soulmates could help her. He wanted nothing more than for them all to be together, as they always wanted, as they always talked about.

They all had so many exciting projects to do. But they always waited, they didn't want to do anything until they were all together.

The time has come. Finally. 

But to do all of that, he needed to tell them about her.

He slammed the door so hard that he woke up the black cat and Hoseok who were both sleeping peacefully on the sofa. 

“Sorry hyungs,” he apologized before taking off his jacket, “I have something really, really important to tell you and…-”

Namjoon, what’s that smell? 

Yoongi’s voice echoed in Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s head. Namjoon wasn’t surprised he already noticed it. In his cat form, his hyung’s senses were sharper. Hoseok frowned and came near his boyfriend to smell him. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet his partners. Her sweet vanilla scent was still barely on him, but enough for demons like his boyfriends to notice it. 

“Joonie, you’re finally back! Oh, something happened, Hobi? You should see your face! ” 

Jungkook appeared behind Hoseok, giving him a back hug while his head rested on his shoulder. The others joined them quickly. Everyone was there for Namjoon’s relief. On the way back to their home, he was afraid that the maknaes had decided to go out on the town as they used to do.

But unlike Hoseok and Yoongi, they didn’t seem to notice her smell on him. 

Fuck, he didn’t even know how to tell them. Why was he so nervous? They all waited for that day. 

But he couldn’t forget how she acted towards him. When their eyes finally met each other, how was her reaction during their handshake. The way she read the part of the book, the tears she had held back. 

She didn’t reject him though, he was sure of that. 

“Is everything okay? Oh… you smell really good, is that a new perfume ?” 

He shook his head at Jin's question. Namjoon noticed the oldest’s face changed quickly. Jin was confused in some way Namjoon didn’t understand. He, too, must have wondered where that sweet smell Namjoon had on him came from. 

He looked at each of his boyfriends and took a deep breath before finally saying the words that would change their lives forever.  

“I met our last soulmate.”

The room remained quiet for long seconds. He noticed that Yoongi had returned to his human form, and had the same look as his boyfriends.

Suddenly, they all started asking Namjoon questions. Who’s this person? What’s their name? Was the vanilla smell theirs? Was Namjoon sure they were their last soulmate? If so, why didn't he bring them here? 

The only one who stayed calm was Jin. He was standing behind Namjoon, staring at him in a somewhat strange kind of way that Yoongi had noticed. But he said nothing. He probably had to absorb the information too. 

“Okay, okay, can y’all please stop talking at the same time ?” Namjoon finally asked. 

“But hyung, I want to meet them !” Jimin whined.

“Me too, it’s not fair you’re the only one who’s got the chance to talk to them !” Taehyung added with a pout.

“Tell us where you met them, please! At their work? Or maybe in a library? You like to visit libraries after all! ” Jungkook asked beside him, clinging to his arm. His big brown eyes shone with impatience and excitement. 

Namjoon pinched his nose and sighed. These were exactly the reactions he had expected. Especially from the three youngest. Well, he couldn’t blame them for that. If he were them, he’d react the same way. 

Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi were calmer, but he knew they were burning with impatience and even envy towards him for meeting her first, and especially for being the only one to know her, for now. He couldn't be upset with them for being so impatient, he'd probably have reacted the same way if he'd been in their situation... 

“Okay guys,” Jin finally spoke, in a strangely calm voice, and wrapped his arms around Taehyung and Jimin’s waist, “Maybe we can let Joon explain to us… right? I’ll make some coffee and tea for everyone. ” 

He separated from his two boyfriends and disappeared into the kitchen before receiving any response. On the one hand, because he didn't need to wait for answers, he already knew what each of them would drink. But also because the second the smell of vanilla had reached him, a sudden headache had taken over him. 

Now alone, he had leaned against the work surface and closed his eyes. His face suddenly tensed. 

Flashbacks invaded his mind. 

He couldn’t recognize or remember the place, the situation, or the person he was with. They were faceless. He couldn’t tell which one of his soulmates he was with. Or was it none of them? But if so, who was it? 

What were these memories? He didn’t even remember living any of them. Were these memories even his own?

“Jin, are you okay? ”

He jump-started when he heard the voice of Yoongi behind him. The second oldest had noticed the suddenly strange attitude of his elder. 

“Yeah, just a headache, nothing serious, don’t worry.” 

Jin smiled to reassure him, but Yoongi wasn’t naive. He came closer to him and put his hand on his forehead. 

“I’m a demon, Yoongs,” he added in a more serious tone and gently grabbed his hand, “I can’t be sick like humans.”

“Then why do you have a headache? Hm? You never had any before now. It oddly coincides with Joon’s arrival and this… sweet and delicious vanilla scent he had on him.” 

He caught a whiff of that wonderful smell on Namjoon, even though it was already very faint. He also hadn’t understood that these sudden flashbacks probably had something to do with that aroma. 

Of course not, he couldn't make that connection. He had never smelled that scent before. 

Or so he thought. 

Jin frowned a little and shook his head, walking away from Yoongi to prepare the drinks. 

“I’m fine Yoongi, I promise.”

Yoongi did not believe him, his senses told him not to. Jin and him were the first two to meet. They were together for several years before their paths crossed with Namjoon and Hoseok. The three younger ones were the last to arrive, decades ago. 

He knew his elder very well. He knew something was up, something probably related to their last soulmate, which they had all been looking for and waiting for all these years. 

Jin said nothing when he saw Yoongi join him to help. But Yoongi couldn’t deny that he, too, felt rather strange at the thought of Namjoon meeting their soulmate. A mixed feeling of excitement, and impatience but also stress and apprehension when he saw Namjoon's serious and worried face. He thought to himself that the same was probably true for Jin and that he was perhaps worrying a little too much. 

Yoongi also thought he should check things out on his own, one way or another. 

Several minutes later, the two boys were back in the living room. Everyone was settled in front of Namjoon and impatient while he was still standing, and nervous as he fidgeted with his fingers, which everyone quickly noticed. 

“Okay,” Namjoon took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his hair, “please, let me finish before asking any questions, because we’ll need to find something to help her.”

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After her breakdown in her apartment, Handong and Gahyeon took her to theirs, not really far away from her home. where the other girls were waiting for her with blankets and food. But she didn't eat anything. The pain and sadness were so big and intense that her stomach was in knots. The thought of eating any kind of food made her feel nauseous. Her head hurts from crying so much.

She was silent at first, but finally, she started to speak and told them everything. Her meeting with Namjoon, how sweet and kind he was towards her, what she felt, the connection that people experienced with the person or people were meant to be with.

A soulmate connection.

All the girls were seated around her. They listened carefully. Bora and Gahyeon were at her sides while the others were in front of her, two on the small coffee table, the three others sitting on the floor.

After that, Siyeon asked her in a soft and calm voice why she reacted like that. Siyeon and the others thought she would be happy to finally meet her soulmate, especially since she also told them that Namjoon and her were linked to six other people, people that Namjoon already knew, making her the last person missing from the bond.

And there’s the moment when she felt tears appear again. The truth was that Namjoon wasn’t the first one she met. Gahyeon remembered her whispering a name when she broke down in her arms. A man named Jin. Who was he? Someone she loved, and who wasn’t her soulmate?

“No, absolutely not,” she answered to Gahyeon when she asked her, “Jin is… one of my soulmates too…”

She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to cry again. She was tired of crying.

She felt Bora’s head leaning on her shoulder and hugging her tightly.

“Can you tell us what happened, unnie ?” she asked in a calm and sweet voice.

Her heart ached for all the memories she had buried inside her to suddenly return. Bright memories, where Jin and she were together, happy and eager to meet their other soul mates. But also, when they had been forced to be separated, when he lost his memory when they had not been strong enough to protect each other. When she was imprisoned by those humans, accused of being a witch, and sentenced to death. How she survived, marking the beginning of her immortality, and escaped to them, and all those hurting centuries she passed alone.

She let out a sigh and finally nodded. She trusted them, they never judged her, and they were always gentle, and understanding. Gahyeon and Handong did not hesitate to come to her house after her message at almost midnight because she needed them. They were the kind of people you only met once in your life. They were true friends.

More than that, she saw them as little sisters.

She could open up to them, she could trust them, about her past, what happened with Jin, how she lost him, and most importantly, why she spent most of her life alone, surviving instead of living.

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“ No! That’s not fair! It wasn’t your fault! ” Gahyeon shouted suddenly.

She stood up, angry and nearly crying, Minji joined her and gave her a comforting hug. She had just finished her story. It has been so long since she talked about it...

Bringing up all her memories was painful, but at the same time, it felt quite good to finally be able to share her pain and sorrow with them. Yoohyeon took Gahyeon's place, taking her hand in hers.

“ She’s right y/n, Why do you blame yourself? You and Jin... you were just victims! ”

“Is there anything you can do to restore his memory ?” Siyeon asked.

“Memory magic is… complex but also very powerful.” she started to explain, playing nervously with her fingers, “Brain and memory have always been a very mysterious subject, and even after all these centuries of studying it… medicine and neuroscience, for human or not, have never managed to unlock all its secrets. He's a demon, like most of you, but your brain is relatively the same as a human's… ”

She shook her head.

“Besides that, we got separated, and after I escaped from those humans, he was gone. I looked for him. I traveled the world, in vain. I never knew where he was. Was he back in the demon realm? I never knew, I tried to summon him, to invoke him, again and again, in vain. He never came to me, and I never knew why... ”

Demons could live freely in the human world if they wanted to. Otherwise, most of them lived in another world, outside time and space, parallel to where they lived now. A world where only demons could enter and leave at their will.

She sighed. She felt tears welling up again, which made her let out a swear.

“We were young and stupid, we didn’t want to waste our time with those stories of invocations and everything…”

“But now, you know where he is, you can see him again !” Yubin suddenly exclaimed, “I’m sure he hasn't forgotten you! Well, maybe for now, but the moment he sees you, all the memories will come back! He's your soul mate y/n, damn it! ”

She looked up at her and sighed again before standing up. She walked to the window and looked through it. The moon was almost full in three days.

“I’m…,” she began, her voice shaking, and she took a deep breath, “I’m scared to face him again, to face all of them. And what if he never remembers me? What if they don’t want me because of that ?”

She bites her lips. Damn it, her heart was beating faster, and not in a good way.

“And what if… she’s still alive? What if she’s still after him and she finds out that I'm still alive, and that I've found him? She could still go after him, or even our other soulmates, and even though I'm more powerful than before, she has become more powerful too… but on the other hand…,” she turned to her friends, and despite the smile on her lips, tears were running down her cheeks, “I want to see him, I want to meet them…”

Those words she just said out loud, she hasn't controlled them. They came out of her lips without her controlling it,

When she met Namjoon, a few hours earlier, her reactions towards him were more about surprise and shock at finding another soul mate. Especially since she had immediately sensed that Jin was there too.

All those memories, all those traumas, and all the things she experienced and had buried inside her were suddenly brought up, causing a surge of panic and anxiety.

But now that she had been able to confide in her friends, to talk about it, to hear their advice and support, she was able to put her thoughts in order.

Okay, learning from one day to the next that she had met not only her soul mate but also the other six, one of whom was her first love lost dramatically was something quite... sudden and abrupt.

After Jin, she never had a love affair and never fell in love again. Of course not, how could she?

Now, the idea of seeing him again, of meeting these six other people who were related to her, too, but who had also taken care of him for… she didn't even know how long...

She didn’t even want to hear the word “soulmate” or anything related to love and bonding. Because she would have felt like she was betraying Jin. She couldn't even imagine being happy with a soulmate or soulmates without him.

“You deserve it,” Minji suddenly said, pulling her out of her reverie, and gently placed her hand on her shoulder, a gentle smile on her lips, “you deserve it more than anyone else. You spent your whole life helping anyone who asks for help, sacrificing your life more than once - literally - for the helping and saving. You deserve to be happy, with those who are destined for you. And I'm sure they too have been waiting for you and are looking forward to meeting you, and to being reunited with Jin.”

She winked at her and wiped her cheeks wet with tears.

“And about this demon bitch,” Yubin continued, making a fireball appear in her hand with a fake smile, “She can come and try if she wants!”

“Yeah! We’re waiting for her! ” Gahyeon added.

Her lips stretched into a slight smile. Things were different than they had been centuries ago.

She was older, more mature, more powerful.

After all these years, decades, and centuries spent alone, hope was finally awakening in her. Hope for a better future, where loneliness would no longer exist.

“Oh girls, wait a minute !” Gahyeon suddenly shouted, “How will she meet them? Namjoon has left his shop and they have not exchanged any contacts!”

“Oh, you know for that, I’m not worried.” Handong replied with a smirk, “He knows where she works. I can bet anything you want that at least one of them will visit her very, very soon.”

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Handong was right, but she didn't know it yet, or at least she didn't believe it.

She wouldn't think that Namjoon would talk about her as soon as he returned home to his... no, to their soulmates.

But he did.

He even specifically asked his partners not to rush to see her. They had to come up with a plan to approach her, enter her life, and bring her into theirs, being attentive to her inner wounds.

He thought he had convinced them. Or so he thought.

The day after she met Namjoon, at dawn, she left her friends' apartment and returned to hers. It had been a short night and she talked a lot. After she confessed, Minji and Yoohyeon convinced her to eat. She then fell asleep against Gahyeon, lulled by their conversations about random things, she didn't even remember them.

She was exhausted. But she had a business to run. There was also the possibility of creatures needing her help. The full moon was coming up in a few days, and she knew that at this time of year, werewolves often accidentally hurt themselves.

She also needed to focus her mind on something else, only for a few hours.

And anyway, she had no information. She didn't know where Jin, Namjoon, and her other soulmates lived, whom she didn't even know yet. 

And then, let's imagine she found herself facing Jin., what would she do? He wouldn't even recognize her. He would see her crying and not even understand why.

She might be his soul mate, but to him, she was yet a stranger.

Maybe it was better if she didn't see them again. Maybe Namjoon would never talk about her after their catastrophic first meeting yesterday, and go on with his life as if nothing had ever happened. Maybe that was the only way.

She sighed and left her apartment after taking a quick shower and changing her clothes. She walked down the stairs to her bookstore and turned the sign to announce that it was officially open.

She had done what she did every day: arranged and dusted the books on the shelves, correctly tidied and cleaned the various crystals, watered her plants, collected the petals and fruit from some of them, dried them for later, and made them into ingredients for future potions or spells and finally, swept the bookshop.

Her day was like any other, except maybe she was more clumsy than usual. She would have liked to blame it on tiredness, but she knew very well that it wasn't because of that.

A dark spot outside caught her eye. In front of one of the windows, sitting and staring into her bookstore, a cat.

Oh, it wasn't just any cat. It was much bigger than the cats she was used to seeing. It was also more graceful and probably the most beautiful black cat she had ever seen in her life.

She was completely mesmerized by this cat, so much so that she put her ballet down against her counter and approached the door she had opened.

She was used to this kind of situation. Stray cats often came to visit her. She got into the habit of feeding them, giving them water, and even healing them if they arrived injured, which, fortunately, was much rarer.

"Hey kitty," she murmured in a soft voice, a little smile on her face, “are you hungry? or thirsty? come in, I'll take care of you.”

She didn't dare approach the cat, she didn't know if he was afraid and would run away if she tried to touch him, or even be aggressive. She didn't want him to go away either, strangely though. She didn't want to be alone.

So she walked away from him, leaving the door open behind her, and went into the back room to get a bowl and a bottle of water.

When she came back, the cat was not only in the bookstore, but he was sitting on the counter. He was seated with his back straight, his dark eyes staring at her intensely.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt intimidated by this cat.

She approached him, and put down the bowl to fill it with water. She then walked away to put the ballet away.

And then the truth hit her.

He couldn't be a real cat. Well, yes, of course, it was a cat. But she felt something coming out of him, something magical and mystical.

Something supernatural. Like a shape-shifter.

She turned her head towards him, silently observing the animal that lapped up the water with an almost disconcerting slowness and tranquility.

She took a long breath and the cat raised his head, hearing her, and ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes resting on her.

That deep, dark look. No, even if she was exhausted, it couldn't be the look of a simple cat. Her witch senses were tingling, she couldn't ignore them. She had crossed paths with many shape-shifters in her life, she knew the signs. 

“I know you’re not an ordinary cat,” she finally said to him with a soft, non-accusatory voice, sitting in her chair in front of him, “I’m a witch, a very, very old witch to be honest, you’re not the first metamorph I met,” she adds with a small laugh. 

The cat’s ears bent slightly at the sound of her voice, he blinked slowly, without taking his eyes off her. 

“Are you stuck in your animal form?” She asks, resting her chin on the palm of her hand, “I can help you.”

It took only a few seconds before the cat came a little closer to her. 

Namjoon was right, our new soul mate is a person with a big heart and breathtaking beauty. 

A deep, raspy, and seductive voice echoed in her head. She frowned, slightly confused, as she looked around. Eventually, she realized where the voice was coming from. 

Wait. He said Namjoon's name, didn't he? It can't be... 

Did you genuinely think he wouldn't tell us about you and your first meeting? Come on, sweetheart, we've been waiting for you for so long. 

She took one step back, and another. Honestly, yes, she thought he wouldn't talk about her. 

She couldn't deny that his last words warmed her heart. So, had they been looking for her, too? 

He also asked us to wait…

He continued, turning his back on her to jump off the counter.

I mean, before coming to meet you. But I am his elder after all, why should I obey him? I love Namjoon with all my soul, but he asks too much from us when it’s about you, our precious and pretty soul mate. 

She heard him chuckle and looked down at him. She breathed deeply. She breathed in, and out, slowly. She was trying to calm the rhythm of her heart which was fast, too fast. 

Ah, maybe it's talking to a cat that disturbs you and makes you speechless? You knew from the beginning that I was a shapeshifter, didn't you? 

She shook her head slightly to recover her senses. 

“Not really, I thought you were a real cat at first” she admits, “and no, it’s not the first time I’m talking to a metamorph and... even if I did, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've done in my life. But, can you…” 

Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry.

It wasn't talking to a cat that troubled her the most. She was curious. Curious to see what he looked like. What her soul mate looked like.

In the blink of an eye, it was not a black cat that was facing her anymore, but a man. A very handsome man. His beauty was just as breathtaking as Namjoon's but in a different way. Black hair, pale skin, thin facial features, yeah, he was beautiful. Moreover, he was stunning.

Shit, if they were all as handsome as Jin, Namjoon and this guy, she was in trouble.

His gaze was the same as in his cat form. Piercing, quite dark, but now she could read something else in it. Tenderness.

Seeing her reaction, a smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. He ran a hand through his hair and took a step towards her. 

"Thanks for the water, by the way, I was very thirsty." he bowed his head with a slight smile and a soft voice that made her shiver, "I'm Min Yoongi, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n."

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c10. Kidnapped

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Come a little closer, Cage the elephant.

abstract: hey this is Jude. you doing alright? you'd never guess who I saw! anyways, I'm almost content in this chapter and then I'm angry again. I've been angry my whole life guys I swear. also, had a special someone with me that night, can you guess who my passenger princess was?

She chuckled when he left the room. Skeleton mask, skeleton gloves, hell he probably had skeleton fucking underwear on. It seemed so out of character for him to be this nice to come all the way to her office and talk to her. He did seem a tiny bit uncomfortable, maybe he wasn't the best at social interactions. He had woke up happy and decided to be a decent human being for once. She didn't trust that his intentions were pure. Maybe he wanted her to speak about it cause he already heard from his friends and wanted the full version. You really want to know Simon, I'll send you the security cameras footage via email, that'll hunt you for a lifetime.

She had a busy day and had to stop thinking about their interaction for a few hours. She was in such a good mood she even had lunch, alone in her office, but still. Her thoughts kept wondering to the Lieutenant, his blue jacket and his thick arms, she had to compose herself when Sergeant Raul, her last patient of the day, had a panic attack in front of her. She got home late, exhausted. She went on a night walk with Jinx, cooked dinner and sat down at her table, her violent grinder and little jar with weed in front of her. She had some reports to finish, she had another two Nutcracker songs to choreograph. Her eyes lingered on 'The Pilgrimage' which she kept as a souvenir from her Sherlock CIA experience with the Arash case. She fished out a lighter from her bag and opened the book in front of her. She liked reading it, she enjoyed it. She had never been much of a religious person, though she was raised catholic. She respected the idea of faith, how it guided people, how it made them feel less alone. She had a thought. A tiny one. A sneaky suspicion. The little urge to lurk. It was a little lightbulb moment, a cinematic sequence in which the music stopped and then violins started playing as she began to think. Her rollie in one hand, the book in the other, she looked at her dog, smell of weed all around her. The poor thing was asleep on the couch, blissfully unaware. When she reached for her laptop to do some research, she knew she was gonna find something.

Two days later she was still debating on telling Price. She really didn't want to bother Laswell, poor woman didn't need more work. They were going to leave in 4 days. She decided she'd tell the first person she would see. It would be the universe to decide. Her office was at the opposite area from Price's so she had slim chances of telling anyone. It wasn't her mission, it wasn't her job, it wasn't her place. She was overstepping.

'Fuck', she said to herself, when she saw the Lieutenant in the parking lot. She froze, foot on the brakes. That's it, it's the universe's choice, you have to tell him. He's gonna kill you. He was smoking. His mask was slightly raised on his nose, exposing his mouth. Not that she could see anything, he was way too far and she was short sighted. Did he ever leave that mask home? He had a vest on, a light blue sherpa jacket that looked extremely comfortable. She looked at his cigarette, he had less than half of it left. Four drags maximum. Just tell him for fuck's sake, it's for the greater good and it’s a fucking good theory. He was almost finished. She slowly came to a stop in front of him and rolled down her window.

The world was silent around them. The sun was setting, the air was crisp. He had noticed the car, he remember it was the same model as hers. He didn't think she would stop. What she said next made his heart skip a beat. 'Hop in? I need to talk to you'. Her eyes were even a prettier colour in this light. They looked translucent. Her skin was shining and golden under the sunlight. 'Can it wait?' He tried to avoid getting in the car with her. Deeply unprofessional. Where did she want to take him anyway, couldn't they talk in his office? What was it she wanted to tell him? 'I'll take you back here when we're done, just a little ride’. She wasn't giving up. Am I being fucking kidnapped by you, Jude? Most guys wouldn't really complain to be honest, but still… He reluctantly sat in the passenger seat, having to adjust his seat to accommodate for his size. The lack of control he had in the situation made him uncomfortable, his fingers tingling with excitement and a slight bit of panic. But this girl… this girl, her presence was just weirdly irresistible. He wanted to know what she wanted to say, every little detail, every hint to who she truly was. He craved that. She slowly took off. She seemed a good driver, she kept her speed stable. 'What is it?' he asked impatient to know why he was being kidnapped. 'So, I kept thinking about what you said about Khorram, that he's hidden somewhere.' She glanced at him while she talked, maintaining her eyes on the road ahead. 'I thought about The Pilgrimage, the book. It's the three stages that I thought about, you know, the Jordan River was the first. Then the middle of the desert, then the Persian Gulf.'

He had to know she was coming up with another theory of hers. He started to get tense. He was getting tired to ear about this, she really had to let this go, it wasn't her place to be talking about it, all these speculations... This was war, people were getting killed everyday by this man and she was here playing detectives. 'I don't think you should keep working on this Jude. It's not your job', he said in the most assertive tone he could manage. She licked her lips, they were entering the city. She sighed, 'I know, I'm just suggesting', she insisted, but he cut her off. 'It's not your place.' He stated. He wasn't afraid to be rough with her or sound disrespectful. She was driving through a bit of traffic, she change gears swiftly and still managed to wave her hand in the air while she talked. 'I know! Since you guys didn't have a clue what you were doing the last time…' he interrupted her again, 'Doesn't mean you're right this time'. She scoffed and slightly raised her tone, visibly annoyed. 'You didn't even fucking let me finish, you don't know what I was about to say!' He caught a glimpse of her eyes, they looked darker. She had the same expression she always had. She looked like she was going to cast a spell on him and turn him into a chair. She must have always won every single argument in her life. Not with him, not with that attitude. 'I don't want to hear it, I can't make my soldiers do things and go places because you read a fucking book, Jude.' If she thought she could win this, she was seriously delusional. 'I read the fucking book that made you not die last week, Simon!' She raised her voice again, turning to face him. Hearing his name escape her lips made him feel weird. It was unusual to hear his name. Ghost, L.t, he had a few nicknames. Only Price called him Simon. He thought about whether she even knew he was Ghost to the others. Simon. It sounded different. It sounded warmer, it sounded pretty. She sang his name. It sounded like it belonged in the phrase Do you want to try that new restaurant with me, Simon, or There's a song I want you to listen, Simon, or Want to take a walk with me, Simon? It sounded like it belonged to a nice, handsome and normal guy, which he wasn't.

'Merda. Oh, merda.' He didn't realise she wasn't looking at him anymore. She had stopped the car, was she going to abandon him on the side of the road? They had stopped in front of a closed building, a few cars parked in the front. The woman next to him had a confused look on her face, which quickly shifted to panic. There was a girl in front of one of the cars. She was alone and she had a bag on her shoulder. Jude pulled the handbrake and got out of the car, walking towards the girl. She must have been 14. He got out of the car, but didn't approach them. He looked at Jude take the girl's hands in her own and talk to her. He couldn't really hear what they were saying, but the little girl was sniffling. She had been crying. 'Oh god', whispered Jude as she hugged the girl, scrunching down. He watcher her hand caress the girl's hair. Why was everything so complicated and bloody mysterious when it came to this girl? He looked at Jude taking the little girl's hand and taking her to the car. He probably looked scary with his skull printed balaclava on. 'Get in Gemma, I'll drive you home okay?' She said, seating down. 'Gemma this is my friend, Simon. Simon this is one of my students, Gemma.'

Jude was perfectly calm now, the little girl sitting in the back of the car. Her eyes were dark, she was driving much slower now, more carefully. She was mad. For what? What do you mean students? He had so many questions he couldn't process to say hi to the girl. Jude kept glancing in the review mirror to make sure Gemma was okay in the back. 'You like the choreography so far?' she asked. She danced? 'Yes, really much' Gemma answered 'I like when we do the circle. With the tour jetés' she said. Jude smiled 'Yeah I like that part too'. She was driving in a residential area more far away from the city centre, but they were getting closer to the road that would take them into the desert. 'Was it this one or the next Gemma?' she was slowing down. 'The next one' said the girl quietly. 'I'll talk to your mom okay?' She said while getting out of the car. She quickly turned towards him, her look apologetic 'I'm sorry, I'll explain. Just a second.' She felt bad for making him wait, it was very unprofessional of her, but it was an emergency and he just happened to be there. At least they stopped fighting. She explained to Gemma's mother that she was driving past the school when she saw her standing outside. The school was open when they arrived, it had closed 5 minutes after she had left. The girls had told Gemma about an extra lesson just for the 5 top students of the class and Gemma had asked her mom to take her. She said she was furious with the others and would talk to them and possibly even prevent some to dance at the final performance. She apologised to Gemma for having to wait outside because of that stupid joke and hugged her one more time, before making her way to the car. Furious was an understatement. How could they be so fucking mean? So so so stupid... She sighed while getting back into the car.

'I'm sorry, I'll take you back. Sorry. Sorry.' She quickly reversed and took off in the direction of the desert. 'Everything okay?' He decided to speak since she was gripping the steering wheel with her knuckles turning white. She waited a second before replying. 'I teach ballet. The other girls told her we had lesson when we didn't, she was the only one who showed up. The school is closed, it's dark out she could have been kidnapped', she said all in one breath. She was shaking her head, how fucking horrifying and dangerous was it to be left alone in the middle of nowhere as a 14 year old girl. Thank God she saw her, poor Gemma. She wasn't blaming her mom, the school was probably still open when they arrived and closed soon after. They were approaching the base in silence, she stopped near the entrance to let him go inside. She kept muttering words in Italian, she was biting her nails nervously. 'Che stronze. Come si fa…assurdo. Troppe poche botte da piccole.' She turned towards him before he had a chance to open the door. 'I'm very sorry you had to witness that, I truly am.' She blinked a few times trying to hide her embarrassment. She messed up all her chances to get him to listen to what she had found now. 'It's fine' he said. His voice was soft. He probably understood that she really couldn't leave the girl there alone, but still. His hand was on the door handle but he wouldn't open the door yet. 'Okay… I'm sorry either way I shouldn't have… done all this.' She was panicking a little at this point. 'Jude it's fine, seriously.' He finally opened the door and got out of the car 'Go home.' He stated before turning away and entering the base.

She went home. She facetimed Salvo and told him about the situation to rant a little bit. She didn't mentioned who she was with, cause it embarrassed her. Cause picking him up was the stupidest idea of her life. She was so fucking mad at the girls she thought about a million fucking different ways to find out who was responsible and make them pay. God, I sound like my mother. Which is very bad, considering what she does for a living…

notes: oh god, what does her mother do then? translation: 'those bitches. how is this possible… incredible. didn't get hit hard enough as kids.' don't hit your kids, violence is bad. also is bullying. I am getting really good results at uni guys!! I'm gonna post the next preview as well cause I'm gonna be studying a lot again, and working and you know. figuring out how to be happy with my life I guess.

love, mare.

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[demon-shark]

Percy got Lost Pt 3

12-year-old Percy Jackson tries to leave Camp Half-blood before Mr. D decides whether or not to kill him. Only Percy gets so lost he ends up in a completely different universe where a man in green finds him.

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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The sun was setting as Qingqiu ushered Percy into the nicest building Percy had ever seen. He honestly felt like he couldn’t touch anything out of fear of breaking something that cost more than his life. The lobby was shiny like those he had seen in advertisements for trips to tropical islands and the lady at the counter seemed to know about them because her grin was just as wide. As Percy stepped up beside Qingqiu the lady eyed him as if he had personally offended her. He could only assume he had broken some unspoken rule that Qingqiu had yet to explain to him so Percy took a step back. Qingqiu didn’t miss the eye she gave Percy either, clearing his throat to regain her attention, “I need two rooms.” The woman snapped her eyes back to Qingqiu and seemed to momentarily forget about Percy as she apologetically said, “I’m sorry my lord, but we only have one room left.” 

Qinqiu narrowed his eyes and mumbled under his breath something that Percy couldn’t hear but paid for the room anyway. A room was better than no room after all. Percy didn’t need to turn around to know that the Lady was watching him, the feeling of her eyes on his back sending a shiver up his spine. He was tempted to look back, to double check to see if she was like Mrs. Dodds and just waiting for the moment he was alone to jump him. The thought alone pushed Percy even closer to Qinqiu practically grabbing his robes in search of some semblance of safety. Qingqiu reacted by snapping his hand away from Percy, something Percy understood just fine, and he took a couple of steps away from the cultivator. Even so, the constant reminder of things in the shadows wanting him dead still burrowed its way into Percy. It made him jumpy with every door and window they passed, waiting for something to pop out and bite his head off. 

Percy was relieved when they reached the room, he hadn’t even noticed that there was only one bed. But Qingqiu did, muttering a curse under his breath. Just another thing for Liu Qingge to stick his nose into. He could feel his skin itch. The rumors he knew would spawn if this was ever discovered already swirling around in his head. He couldn’t spend the night here. Anywhere but here. It was then Percy’s voice snapped him out of his spiral, “So…” Qingqiu snapped his head to the boy, waiting for him to continue, “What’s for dinner?” Qingqiu stared at the boy for a moment before saying, “I’ll have someone bring some food up.” Percy then clapped his hands as he moved further into the room, “sweet.” He proceeded to kick off his shoes and jump onto the bed. “What are you doing?” Percy looked over at the confused cultivator. “Getting comfy.” 

Qingqiu left the moment he was sure Percy was asleep. Making sure to leave protective talismans so nothing could break in and kill the boy. The streets were mostly empty with the occasional drunk as Qingqiu made his way to the nearest brothel. “Hello Immortal Master, how can we help you?” One of the women moved to grab him by the arm but Qingqiu was quick to stop her, “I just need a place to sleep for the night. Anywhere will do.” An elderly woman dressed in fine purple robes waved Qingqiu towards herself, “Follow me.” 

Percy woke up only an hour after Qingqiu left to someone trying to get into the room. Percy could only watch in terror as someone or something banged and jostled the door, the only thing keeping it out being a shiny piece of paper. “Shen-Gongzi?” Percy whispered, desperately searching around the dark room for the cultivator. Not being able to find him and the banging getting louder, Percy started to push furniture in front of the door. As he got closer though he could hear mumbling. Drunken mumbling. “Sir, can I help you?” Asked the woman from the lobby, her voice easy to recognize. “The damn door is broken.” Percy sighed in relief, what he thought was an attacker was nothing but a drunken idiot. He started moving the furniture back and now with adrenaline pumping through his veins starting to die down he really took in the room. Qingqiu was nowhere in sight. 

After moving everything back, Percy carefully slipped out of the window, the door having refused to budge. He clutched the minotaur’s horn in his hand as he walked the empty streets, the drunks who hadn’t made it home having collapsed in the dark of alleyways. He did eventually come across people. Women dressed in fine silks and gauze with heavy makeup standing in front of a building full of strong smells that Percy couldn’t distinguish. “Hello.” The women stopped their personal conversation and turned to him, looking him up and down. “Aren’t you rather young to still be out?” Percy nodded in agreement, “Yeah, well, I’m looking for someone. He’s about this tall with green eyes, a real grouch.” Percy said as he stood on his tippy toes and tried to motion for Qingqiu’s height. 

The girls looked amongst themselves before motioning Percy to follow. When he entered he was surprised to see the bright reds and gold that decorated the walls. Drunks still at tables and the bar being served by women dressed in a similar manner to the ones outside. “Meili, what are you doing bringing a child here?” The woman leading Percy turned to a stern elderly woman. “Sorry Madame, the boy is looking for the Immortal Master.” Percy stepped up, “I’m traveling with him and he suddenly disappeared. I want to make sure he’s okay.” And find out whether or not he was ditched. The matron gave a nod of permission and Percy was taken up stairs, plugging his ears to try and block out certain noises. At the end of the hallway, the woman opened the door to reveal a sleeping Qingqiu. His features completely peaceful in a way Percy didn’t know was possible for the man. “Guess the guy really didn’t want to share a room.”

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — chaconne #25

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content warnings: multiple whumpers, defiant whumpee, recovery, past injuries, manhandling, minor violence, mentioned past character death, threat of broken bones, blood

The week passed by in a surprising slow trudge. Leo had hesitantly avoided Roy since his threats in the bedroom, choosing to keep his door shut and himself stuck inside. 

There wasn’t anything to do, and he found himself feeling the horrible drag of boredom overpower him. When he’d been with the other mercenaries, time seemed to blur and warp and stretch out all at the same time, the only thing occupying his thoughts being the need to simply survive. Now that there was such a stark contrast, Leo didn’t know what to do with himself. 

It gave his injuries a good time to properly recover. Joey was constantly checking up on the bandages and wrappings, making sure there wasn’t any trouble. Most had started to heal over, including the stitches on his side, but he’d been informed to keep an eye on that one. 

He often woke up sore, but luckily, not in any sort of excruciating pain. Leo didn’t think he had it in him to go through something like that again. 

He ate by himself in his room. 

He’d usually choose quick, easy meals he could whip up himself in his condition, and scurry off back to his room. With the window open and the windowsill big enough for him to sit on, he could lean his head against the glass and watch the scenery outside peacefully. His eyes stared at the treeline and vast forest surrounding them. It looked like it stretched for miles, all the way to the horizon. He wondered how long it would take him to walk to civilisation through it. Maybe hours. Days? 

He was itching to leave. Itching to get out of here. Was it really worth it to just make a run for it? With five, no, now four trained mercenaries, he doubted he would make it very far. He also highly doubted Roy was keeping his keys at the same place as before. Even if he were to make it to the car, switch it on and start driving off, Leo didn’t really know how to drive a car very well. With other cars in the drive, belonging to them, they’d catch up to him in no time. 

Leo tugged Roy’s jacket tighter around him, sinking into a pit of despair. He tugged it up to his chin, gnawing gently at his bottom lip. His condition was better than it had been in a while. He knew if he had enough adrenaline, he could keep himself going for a long while. The blood boiling spark of it when he’d attempted to escape the first time was a rush he’d never felt before; he highly doubted his healing wounds would cause a problem. 

His eyes landed on the violin against the wall with a soft huff. Roy had said he could play when he was healthy enough to stand around and cook, but his stomach almost tightened anxiously at the thought of waiting a second longer. He slowly uncurled himself from the windowsill, sliding off. He unlatched the case and popped it open, his mind set when his eyes instantly landed on the beautiful violin inside. He carefully pried it out, cleaned the bow, made sure everything was in proper working order, and stood facing the window. He could at least have a nice view. He always liked playing while facing his window where he used to live. There was something so simple about getting lost in the scenery as well.

He inhaled deeply, setting the violin under his chin. The position came naturally to him, fingers positioned on the strings as he mentally decided what should be the first thing he play after so long. Something he knew relatively well without sheet music. Maybe Bach? 

His heart thrummed in anticipation. Chaconne from Partita No. 2 in D Minor. He decided that would satisfy his building itch. 

Leo didn’t hold back. The moment the familiar swell of the chord hit his ears, his body seemed to melt into a different plain. His fingers danced automatically along the strings as he moved through the song, following the memory of the sheet music in his mind. The bow jerked smoothly across the strings in an almost oxymoronic way, the sound of his playing filling the entire room. He felt his head spinning, the thoughts bubbling into nothing in his mind, leaving his body to play as if it was on autopilot. 

Leo felt like he had barely even taken a breath the entire way through, becoming lost in the sorrowful music, before he came to an end. His eyes fluttered open, having not even realised they were closed, and slowly lowered the violin from under his chin. His heart was pounding in his chest. Excitement coursed through his veins like fire, and for the first time in a while, Leo actually smiled. 

He instantly moved to play another song. 

. . . 

It was getting dark by the time he’d exhausted himself. His fingers were sore, the weakened calluses not used to such vigorous playing after so long. He gently set the violin back in the case, not wanting to risk ruining the fine hairs on the bow, fearing it wouldn’t be so easy to get a replacement. 

He moved over to the windowsill, setting the spoon in the bowl, the metallic clatter filled the now quiet space. 

He popped a small painkiller into his mouth, and downed his glass of water. He carefully carried the pots down the hallway, his eyes catching onto one of the doors of the rooms being wide open. He snuck a subtle glance as he passed, noting that it had been cleared out. 

He knew these were guest rooms; more accurately, he knew this was where the other mercenaries had been sleeping. It made his brows pinch in curiosity and confusion, but the prospect of somebody leaving made his heart flutter in hope. He hoped it was Bran. Maybe if one of them was leaving, then so were the rest. It would mean that Roy probably wasn’t taking contracts any time soon, and that meant he wouldn’t have to be alone with them again. 

His socked feet crept silently down the stairs, muffled against the wooden floorboard. His eyes instinctively flickered across the house, diligently looking out for anybody. The atmosphere was still grim, even after all this time. Usually, the mercenaries would, bar Roy, be having a drink, laughing and joking with each other. Now it seemed there wasn’t enough energy for that. 

He retreated into the kitchen, gently setting his bowl, spoon and empty glass into the sink. 

He turned the tap on with a soft flick, filling it with water, before putting it on the draining board. He wasn’t really in the mood to wash and put them away right now. With the darkening sky, he felt like he could do with a good nap. 

Exiting the kitchen, Leo almost screeched to a halt when he saw Bran standing in the corridor at the front entrance. He noticed him at the same time, eyes narrowing into a nasty glare. His eyes flickered down to the bandage around his palm, and he swallowed uneasily. It wasn’t his fault Roy had done that. He despised the fact that the big man seemed to take his anger out on him, since clearly, for whatever reason, he couldn’t do it to Roy.

His sharp voice sliced through the air. 

“What the fuck are you looking at?” 

Leo blinked. He felt a spark of something in his belly for a split second. But it was enough for him to open his mouth. 

“Nothing special.” 

Maybe it was because he was tired. Maybe it was because he was feeling far too at ease from playing for the entire afternoon. Or maybe it was the twisted notion inside of him that told him Roy would hurt Bran again if he touched him. That he was protected by a man that wouldn’t hesitate to shoot somebody for him. The thoughts made his heart thunder in his chest. 

He still regretted it when he saw the anger rumble like lightning in Bran’s beady eyes. His lips curved into a bitter, twisted grin. 

“Oh, you think you can be cocky now, don’t you?” He growled, shaking his head fiercely. He took a few rumbling steps forwards, and Leo felt his spine stiffen in an ounce of fear. His head tilted back slightly as he grew closer, feet rooted into the ground. He opened his mouth to say something, but Bran’s meaty hand leapt forward, and he suddenly felt a constricting pressure on his wrist. 

He let out a pained hiss, morphing into a choked gasp when it was twisted painfully in his grasp. The man jerked him forward, but Leo found himself trying to twist away, hand digging into his wrist with sharp nails. 

“Let go of me!” He hissed under his breath, wince breaking out along his face when the man’s hand struck the side of his cheek with dizzying force. The numb throbbing shocked him momentarily, enough that he couldn’t retain his balance when he was dragged forward. He felt himself being smashed into the wall, a cry of pain flying from his lips. Bran was twisting his arm uncomfortably behind his back, sending agonising pains up his shoulder blades. 

His skull swam with nausea. 

All the memories almost exploded to the surface of his mind, and he was overtaken by this animalistic panic. He couldn’t have cared less what he looked like, squirming and wriggling as he fought against Bran’s bruising hold. 

“Screw you!” He screamed, teeth grinding together and tears burning his eyes. “Get off!” 

Bran laughed sharply, his voice like poison in his ear. “Look at you with a fuckin’ backbone. Are you waiting for Roy to come down and save you again, huh?” 

He twisted his arm further, and Leo screamed. 

“Huh? I’m gonna break your fuckin’ arm before that can happen,” he snarled. “You got Rafi killed, you pathetic little shit.” 

Bran grasped his shoulder, violently spinning him around before he could get his footing. His hand clamped around his throat, slamming him back into the wall with a force that had his ribs throbbing. Agonising pain erupted under his bruising hand, the sore skin flaring. Leo panicked, his arms flailing out. He hit something hard on one of the cabinets in the hallway, and he instantly went to snatch it. 

It came hurtling at the side of Bran’s skull, and the ceramic vase smashed upon impact at the adrenaline fueled strength he’d managed to put behind it. The big man was thrown off centre from the blinding pain, staggering away from him. Leo’s socks slipped on the floorboards as he stumbled backwards, back smacking against the front door. 

He saw a pool of blood running from the side of Bran’s face, the remains of the vase scattered uselessly along the ground. His heart rate picked up in a second, and Leo tore the front door open. 

He threw it shut behind him with a loud slam, his feet taking him across the front yard, and past all of the parked cars. Adrenaline surged through his blood. His only thoughts were telling him to get out of here, his cells leaping at the chance for escape. 

He didn’t look back. Not for a second. Not even when he heard a deep, rage fuelled shout of his name from the house. He veered off the dirt track, plunging into the forest instead, and he didn’t stop for even a moment, the haunting echoes of Chaconne playing in his mind. There was no going back now. Leo even considered stopping, planting himself down and letting Roy catch up to him, begging for forgiveness. 

But if he was caught, then he feared the mercenary might really do something to his father, just like he’d threatened. Leo couldn’t let that happen.

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[chronosh0t]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: male x Lee, alternative universe, hurt, hurt-comfort, angst, mature content, physical and emotional violence, psychotic. 〔 NO BETA 〕 MDNI！

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: “you just wait, when I meet you for real , I will poke you right back”... how many times? 133...thousands...?

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How could this be? How could this be remotely possible? Did he make some sort of awful mistake to be going through this? Maybe he was having a very realistic nightmare.

But, did it matter? Whether he was having a nightmare, or a bad joke, that wasn't important anymore. After enduring for who knows how long, his brain couldn't come up with a reasonable answer to this new reality. Trying countless times to find a solution, to talk through, finding a way to set himself free and reaching nowhere, giving up led the list. Why would he keep trying?

Physically and emotionally devastated, inside such a tiny room with no window at sight, the only artificial light of a pale blue colour, tied up to a hard iron chair, his skin felt extremely dry. His eyes already accustomed to the darkness would squint at the mere brightness, a sharp pain in both of his temples would force him to close them. He needed sunlight, he needed food, clean water and a warm bath.

Those daily needs that seemed so common and more like a right as a human being were now a far dream. A luxury he was not allowed to experience anymore. Why?... well, just for “poking” too much, apparently. Alone, again, in that room he would remember how everything started, cursing under his breath, but could he actually blame himself?

Poking, yes. He remembered playing a game, he remembered liking a bit too much a certain character and he ALSO remembered quickly tapping the screen because he liked that interaction the most. How this character would “joke” about being childish or how he would “pat” him, with a soft smile and gentle blue eyes.

“You just wait, when I meet you for real I'll poke you right back.”

“Every time you poke me, I will pay it back exponentially… So– you've done it a total of 133637 times. Are you ready for me to return the favour?”

Those two lines would make him giggle. It was just a game, it was just a character and it was just a cute interaction. So how come he ended up in such a situation? How can he blame himself when no one would've thought that character would be able to come out of the game and “poke” him back? However, it doesn't matter anymore, if it made sense or not. The reality was different, and the pokes were no longer a silly joke.

So, sitting on that chair, tied up. Inside that room, he would wait for Lee to come every now and then and…

……

…………

When Zenas logged into the game a month ago he found out his main character on the screen was not there. A glitch? Could be, after all, his phone's battery was at its lowest and it wouldn't be weird if the game lagged a bit. He didn't pay much attention and decided to play for a little bit before going to sleep. Totally unaware something was coming for him.

Waking up, feeling something warm playing with his hair, it took him a solid minute to realise someone else was there. Abruptly his body jolted and sat on the bed, his tired eyes were forced to quickly adjust to the morning light and focus on the person sitting on the mattress as well. A mechanical body, soft light blond hair, pretty pale blue eyes and a gentle smile, everything he was used to seeing every time he would log in. The character, Lee, was there… right in front of him.

Zenas, not sure what to do, body not moving at all and his mind was going haywire. How could that be? Was that a joke? A dream? Yeah, it must be that, a fucking dream. But the Construct talked and Lee's voice reverberated through his skin, growing deep within his heart, he lost consciousness seconds later. When Zenas woke up again, he found himself in the room he's locked in at the exact moment.

The door screeching against the wooden floor brought him back. He could feel the pain again, he felt his skin getting colder with each passing seconds, minutes, days and weeks. There were even moments when Zenas thought his pain tolerance was at his limit but Lee would do his best to refute that, awakening his senses from the slightest numb sensation. The character he thought was the sweetest of all ended up being a psychopath. How laughable.

ㅤㅤㅤ“Commandant.” Lee broke the silence, with the usual gentle voice, manipulating Zenas’ mind. “Did you miss me?”

Zenas let out a chuckle. No, it wasn't funny, at all, but that involuntary action was out of his own insanity, the amount of pain he had felt the past month after being physically tortured with different objects, his skin being ripped apart and stabbed countless time with screws and needless of all sizes, pushed his mind to limits Zenas thought he didn't have. Weirdly enough he would answer that question with a yes.

Was this what therapists would call Stockholm Syndrome?

ㅤㅤㅤ“Let's start with our daily routine, shall we?”

✂………………………………………………………………………………………………

〔 🎐 〕 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛... 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝? 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

〔 🎐 〕 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.

〔 🎐 〕 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

[unnervinglyferal]

It's more tied to the fact that psychosis or whatever the hell my brain has been hitting me with since like August hits when I'm here in my bed at night, sometimes in the middle of my sleep, like, it literally wakes me up in the depths of the night just to fucking make me experience suicide-inducing levels of existencial dread and horrific sensations previously only known to maybe G-d and other bodyless entities.

I'll be here laying still trying to get some G-d forsaken rest, which is something we all need to survive and function like sane human beings -at the maximum extent some of us can- and my mind will decide it's the best time ever to make me go through mental acrobatics that involve me being unable to recognise that I exist, that others exist and that no, actually, the world will not disappear the minute I go to sleep or even die, and you guys are your own individual beings with your own consciences, the problem with that is that you don't really have anything that proves that to you. I lack tactible proof that you guys are as real as me, and that you guys have your own private currents of reality, because you can't prove that kind of stuff, it's stuff that seems obvious in perspective, but you don't really ever get to see it yourself, because most people don't need that type of proof.

Anyways, that's not the only problem. Alongside existencial doubt and dread and horror, I have to face physical sensations that don't make any sense. Yesterday night I got woken in the middle of the night by a sense of incredible vibrating violence against the world, and it was not like, just an emotion, because the insides of my nails itched with hate. My hands feel like, heavy and lightweight at the same time, and I get such an intense mental fog. It's terrible. It's a feeling so terrible it makes me, the 18 year old adult fucker, go to sleep on the same bed my parents do hoping it'll leave me alone. It's a feeling so overwhelming that my mind instantly decides that dying would be a viable option for instant release, as in the sense of euthanasia. It's embarassing, it's distressing, it's agonizing, it is unsustainable.

I don't even know for sure if it's psychosis, but I call it such because I've considered that it might be like an anxiety attack or a meltdown out of overstimulation, but it feels different that any of those things. It's mental anguish that came out of years of sadness, depression, fear and loneliness. It woke me up in the middle of the night one random day and it hasn't left since.

So far, I can only seem to wait those out when they happen. Not like I have any other choices. I can't seem to find any triggers that I could avoid to avoid causing them in the first place, though it's not like something that hits you in the middle of sleep without any seemingly plausible reason it's the kind of thing that can be avoided at all by any means. Just one of those situations you gotta grit your teeth through, before you figure out what exactly it is or where did it come from or if it's curable at all.

And that's why I'm scared of going to sleep. The mind works in ways. Not sure which, just ways.

You need to get somewhere peaceful. Somewhere that you've got peace of mind and you can rationally trust that you're safe. I'm not going to say "feel safe", because you're not going to feel safe anywhere for a long while no matter where you are, but somewhere where you can tell yourself that the part telling you that you're in danger is wrong, and trust that it's true.

[gummybugg]

🗡️Writeblr Battle Royale!💥

Super glad I to got to work with @quisyop on this battle scene between my oc Blair (from Crater City) and their oc Io (from Orbit of Thieves)! Thanks @writeblrbattleroyale for hosting this event! Really enjoyed it and yall should Really check out the other opponents' fights :'D

Without further ado, welcome to the violence and gore of the battle between Blair vs Io! 🎉⚔���

POV: 1st person, Blair

Warning: mentions of blood and gore

...

I woke up with a splitting headache that would put jackhammers to shame. I must have had a massive hangover.... Except, I found myself in a place I had never been before. 

Somewhere vast but enclosed. Somewhere bright but also dark. Somewhere starch but gruesome. Reminded me of the dentist’s. It sent shivers down my spine. 

Maybe I really had blacked out drunk. I was in some sort of stadium like I’d seen in an old gladiator movie. Man, do I really gotta fight a lion?

Someone overhead was speaking, interrupting my thoughts, but I couldn't make out all the words due to its intense reverb. Looks like someone needs to get their speakers checked. I would have offered to take a look at them with no extra charge, except I didn’t take this whole killing-game-thing too lightly.

"Welcome to the battle my...contestants. Welcome to....bloodshed. I am M, your humble game master. In front of me are our contenders....The only way out is either killing your opponent or dying. These two are a...interesting duo! I just can’t wait for the show!" 

Soon, "Livin' la Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin began playing in the overhead speakers. Well, at least they have good music taste.

I wonder what M stands for. Maybe their name is so embarrassing that they only want to be known by a single letter. Or maybe if you utter their name you'll get cursed. Or die. Or summon Satan! Gah, focus on the task at hand, Blair, your life is at stake! 

I saw Elijah in the stands among a sea of blank faces. I waved back, but he didn't seem so enthused. He yelled something at me but I couldn’t really make it out too well.

M announced my name and the name of my opponent. I couldn't exactly hear what their name was or see what they looked like so far away (about 50 feet, more or less), so I decided to go and ask them.

Surely they don't take that ego-inflated asshat M that seriously. Battle to the death? Come on, I have better things to spend my time on. Like running from authorities. 

"Hey, dude!" I waved at the figure in the distance that seemed unmoving. 

As I approached him, I began to piece together a better picture: this guy was much taller than me. He had a dark complexion, gray hair, and a serious vibe. And he was wearing formal attire. Why didn't anyone tell me this was a formal event? I looked down. Yep, I was still in my t-shirt and cargo shorts. How terribly underdressed!

There was no response from the man, even though we were six feet apart at this point. 

"Hi, so–" I kept my hands visible. 

Then he performed one of those roundhouse kicks and made me fall on my ass! My croc flew up in the air. I grabbed it before it hit the ground, then proceeded to bat his face as he attempted to strangle me. 

"Io knocks Blair down and strangles him!" The speakers blare. 

"What is wrong with you? Are you irradiated or something?" I gasped, struggling to get back on my feet.

"Stay still!" He clocked my jaw with the hilt of his gun, then placed his hands around my neck, "I said, stay still!"

"Why are you so mean?" I spit out a tooth. Metallic fluids filled in the gap. 

I wedged my hands between his grip on my neck, pulling him down for a kick in the chest. This didn't seem to slow him down because he lunged at me again. I dodged in an effort to slash his arm with my balisong. But he was too slippery! I couldn't even grace the hairs on his body!

"Wait, you can't kill me! I don't even know your name!" I called, wiggling around him. I clawed at his face to unsteady his aim.

Then a gunshot sounded. 

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Blood soaked through my shirt. Something must have grazed my shoulder…? Well, at least it blends in, I reasoned.

Oh, shit. Wait, he really does have a gun, doesn’t he?

"Hey, what was that for, man?" I beat him with my croc, the jagged jibbitz drawing blood on his cheek. I peeled back a small chunk of his eye with the edge of a heart charm. 

"You bastard, get that shoe–" He took my croc and tossed it across the stadium "–outta my face!"

"Hey, you owe me 60 credits for that!”

Then he aimed a gun at my face. 

Rude. 

“And you owe me your life. Goodbye, Blair." He sneered, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. 

Oh, I don’t like it when they sneer. 

With record speed, I swung open my balisong. A few tricks ought to knock his ego down a few pegs! I decided to perform a classic: the old Van Gogh trick. A toss of the knife up in the air to be snatched next to my ear. 

But before the knife could slip comfortably into the crook of my neck, a bullet ricocheted off the blade midair and right into some guy’s head in the audience. His head exploded like a piñata, showering those behind him in red. The crowd cheered. Well, except the dead guy. 

My knife clattered to the ground.

“Io’s bullet ricochets off of Blair’s blade!” M announced. 

Oh, so that’s what his name is. And what was with the old-timey ammo? Didn't everyone use electric weapons these days? Well, at least he’s human and not a droid. Right? I'm at least 80% sure he's human. 

“How did you…?" Io narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight. I wasn't sure how I pulled off that stunt either, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. "Doesn't matter," he positioned his aim. The ground pulsed dramatic shades, syncing to the beat of the song. It was like some sick and twisted dance battle to the death.

Click. 

Click. Click. Click.

The sweet sound of an empty gun. 

"Uh-oh! Seems Io has run out of ammo!" M inserted himself. The crowd gasped.

"Shit!” He rubbed his temple. 

My eyes caught the large crates in the distance behind Io, who fumbled with his gun for a moment. They were probably chock-full of that precious old-school ammo. 

But Io didn't take his eyes off of me. In fact, he raised a brow at me. But just before he could follow my gaze, I pulled a fast one. I grabbed my knife.

It spun swiftly around my finger, flicking upward in a triple somersault. But gravity wasn't on my side, since it launched the first two joints from my left pinkie at Io's face. 

Well, you win some, you lose some. 

"What the–did you just throw your finger at me?"

"And Blair uses a secret family technique: confuse-your-opponent-by-slinging-a-severed-finger-at-them!" M announced as the crowd oohed and ahhed.

The look on Io's face was horrifying. Truly a look of pure bloodlust. He wiped the severed finger off with the back of his hand as if it were a chip crumb. My finger lay on the ground in a small pool of red, all alone. 

"Uh, oh."

I booked it to the large, wooden crates, which sat on the other side of the stadium. I had to get there before he did, or else I’d turn into Piñata Man. Thankfully my years of running from the law finally paid off. Suddenly I was the poster boy for the Presidential Challenge, and no one could stop me! 

"Come over here, you slippery bastard!" Io swung his gun at my head as he got closer and closer. He was definitely a fast one. 

"Yeah, for you to turn me into swiss cheese? Everyone knows string cheese solos!" I called into the wind. Whether or not he heard what I said was out of my control. I had a pile of crates waiting for me to guard!

Along the curved wall of the stadium were ads for movies I had never heard of before: Chess vs Brooke, Mary vs Ametrine, Herschel vs Jackson… Then I saw our reflections bounce off the reflective gaps in between each poster. Io ran with the speed and grace of a gazelle before being attacked by prey. Except I was the poor excuse of a bush that he was chasing after. 

"And Io and Blair are racing to the crates! Who will get there first?" The speakers announced. "It was about time they noticed. I thought the materials were going to go to waste…"

Io finally threw his gun at my head, but missed due to my tendency to run in a zigzagging motion. 

From the sidelines, Elijah cheered me on, a stained paper bag in hand: "You better not die, Blair!" 

"Not in the plans!" I shouted back. 

I was about as nimble as a baby hippo, but used this feature to my advantage–suddenly stopping, dropping, and rolling to catch Io by surprise–causing him to trip. I rolled back, putting all my weight on his spine, planting his face on the ground. Quickly, I pinned one arm with my knee and one right arm with my hand. 

"You don't know what you're doing, Blair!" He wriggled like a worm in a petri dish. Probably because the ground tasted like ass. I held the blade of my balisong to his neck. 

Io seemed confused at my special fighting techniques I picked up from the city streets because he mentioned something about my freakish skills and complete lack of self-regard. I shrugged it off; it was just a couple of flesh wounds. The pain was just now setting in, though, so I was getting a bit antsy.

"In a shocking turn of events, Blair has Io pinned!" M sounded as if he were smiling. At least someone got a kick out of our pain. "Will this be Io's last few moments?"

"Get off of me!" Io wriggled more viciously. 

"Listen, I really don't want to kill you," I pressed the blade into his skin. "But your attitude is telling me to reconsider." 

"I don't need your pity." He spat on my croc. "Eat shit."

This felt…too easy.

But I couldn't just release him. No, this man was even more unpredictable than me. I couldn't take any chances. 

It wasn't like I enjoyed any of this. Just yesterday I took Elijah to his favorite restaurant after news of a new lead. Info on the guy who tried to kill him for his debt that one night. I'd get to avenge Elijah, finally. I was so close. We were so close.

Is this what my life has come to? Fighting violence with more violence? Am I really as heartless and impulsive as they tell me?

It’s not supposed to end this way.

I dug the blade deep into Io's neck with a sickening squelch, watching the blood pool around his head in the shape of a halo. Reflecting back was the blank stare of a cold-blooded killer. I pressed harder into the wound my hands had inflicted.

My blood–no, Io’s blood–sputtered on the arm that pinned him down. My eyes were unmoving. They did not look away until the pressure of the liquid calmed. 

There was not a single twitch. No retort. No fighting back.

Maybe there really is no other way to save things. I am doomed to repeat these violent tendencies.

"It seems Blair has delivered the final blow! What a conclusive ending to such a speedy battle!" M's voice echoed in stereo, the audience absolutely losing their minds. 

I don't think I like this anymore…Does this make me a monster? I was just doing what I had to do to survive. What does Elijah think of it all? My thoughts spun faster and faster. 

I turned to the crowd, but his face was nowhere to be seen. Had I just imagined it? Was he ever there to begin with? 

I looked down at Io's lifeless body. Nothing had changed. He was still dead, and my hands were still connected to the weapon.

The crowd cheered my name. My name. The name of a murderer. 

I released the balisong from my grip. Io's sticky blood coated each finger like a coat of cheap paint, the same way kids play with red paint when pretending to be a vampire. But I wasn't a kid, this was real life. I wasn’t a vampire, but a murderer. 

“Congratulations, Blair, you have made it to the second round!” M roared, the crowd continuing to chant my name. The stadium lit up in an array of bright colors, and confetti poured down from the invisible ceiling. Cannons and fireworks went off, making me jump. Their popping sounded similar to that of a gun firing. 

I buried my face in my hands. They smelled of metal. They stained my lips. I saw red through my fingers as I tilted my head up to the source of M's voice. 

What has he done to me? 

No.

Why did I let him get to me?

...

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[spiritmadeofstars]

Something to live for, someone to die for  (Lokixfem!Reader) CH 5 [on-going]

Summary: Birdy learns something about her new shiny possession.

NO use of Y/N, instead “you” and using a nickname

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, adult themes in later chapters, 18+ (warnings and tags to be added) Read at your own risk, eh?

AO3 link • chapter 1 • chapter 2 • chapter 3 • chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Something shiny

Hi there! This took me a little longer to write, because when I began I had no idea what the artifact actually was :D I just had a few ideas and I was like "wonder what would happen if I..." and so I did. The story is unfolding to you at the same time as it is to me. Let's see where it takes us. Also, I am a fan of many shorter chapters, what about you?

The click of the door and soft footsteps slowly woke you from your slumber. As you opened your eyes and realized that the nightmare was not a nightmare at all, you sighed and closed your eyes again.

  “You look… well.” Silas said as he approached your form. You chuckled. “I mean it.” He said.

  You decided to look at him, no use in pretending he is not there.

  “Disappointed there’s not much to put back together?” You joked.

  “Yes, actually. But I suppose I cannot compare you to other prisoners.” He motioned for you to come closer to the bars.

  “What do you mean?” You struggle up into a sitting position and scooted closer to him. He motioned for you to show him your hand. Then he reached within the cage and touched your manacle, guiding your hand out to him. So it isn’t only Loki controlling the cage.

  “Well, you have something that cannot be cut out of you. Or forced out, for that matter.”

  “You know what is within me?”

  “Vaguely.” Silas unwrapped your hand and studied it from both sides. Then he pulled out a little flask from his belt. Looked like he wore a few medical supplies with him at all times. He poured a few drops on your hand and began to clean the wound. It didn’t even sting.

  “Will you tell me?”

  “I don’t think I should.” You had a strong feeling he was actually a chatty person, but you were a prisoner, an enemy. He did not want to reveal important information.

  “Do you think I should ask Loki?” You smiled at him and he grinned back.

  “You could try.” After cleaning your wound, Silas pulled out a salve and clean bandage. “I was told not to treat you, only to clean the wound.” You nodded in understanding. Of course Loki did not want you to be healthy, not completely. He wanted you weak and at a disadvantage. It’s difficult to fight if your hand has a hole through it, after all. You wondered when your right hand would receive the treatment.

  “I need to pee.” You whispered and Silas laughed a little. Then he seemed to think for a moment.

  “I mean, this prison is lacking.” He agreed. “But I do not have a key and no guards are stationed at the door.” Of course, why would there be guards if the cage is so fucking well locked. You rested your forehead against the bars. Their cold was soothing despite the fact that the ground you slept on was no warmer.

  Silas looked you over. You just wished you knew where you were, what was happening… what was going to happen to you. Other prisoners would at least gossip.

  “Why am I not with the other prisoners? In a cell with a bucket at least.”

  “Well, we do not really-”

  “Are you done?” Loki’s voice surprised both you and Silas. He probably was not expecting his presence.

  “I was just about to leave.” Silas stood up, avoiding your gaze and left. Fuck, your hand was still outside of the cage.

  Loki looked at you with an annoyed expression as you tried to pull your hand in. He made his was to the cage and grabbed your hand, pulling you against the bars.

  “Are you trying to interrogate my men?”

  “Just the one.” You muttered. Your hand ached.

  “I’ll be happy to answer your questions.”

  “You?” Your voice sounded squeaky from the surprise. He nodded. “And what will be the price for your answers?” You knew he would not just sit here and chat with you.

  “I have a few questions of my own.” He released your hand but you pull away from him.

  “Can I use your bathroom first? And maybe conjure the bowl of fruit back?”

  “I’m not sure you’re in a position to be making these demands.” He looked annoyed.

  “You locked me in a miniscule cage! It’s the least you could do.”

  “Fine.” He sat down in a chair and snapped his fingers. The door to your cage opened slowly and you pushed your hand out. The force field was gone. You stepped out of the cage and looked at Loki, a book in his hands, ignoring you. After a moment of you looking at him, he motioned to a door with his head. You nodded to yourself.

  Slowly, as if afraid there was a trap waiting for you at every step, you made your way to the bathroom. Just like the other rooms you’ve visited here, the bathroom was very simple, no luxury. And no windows.

  You took your time and after washing your hands you gulped some of the water from the faucet. You hoped it was drinkable. It tasted somewhat sweet, but was clear, just like Earth water.

  When you came out of the bathroom, Loki was still reading the book and looked focused. Maybe this was a chance to see if you could find a way to escape. You took slow, quiet steps towards him when something caught your eye. A knife. The knife that he used to pierce your hand. Your eyes flitted to him and back to the knife. It was as good a chance as ever.

  You reached out to grab the knife when you felt a presence behind you, your hand hovering over the knife, unable to move any more.

  “And I thought we could behave nicely.” Loki said from behind you, but you glanced to the chair he was just moments ago. And he was still there.

  “There’s two of you?” You stuttered.

  “There can be even more.” Said a voice to your right. Suddenly there were three Lokis surrounding you. “You cannot do anything I don’t approve of, but you’re welcome to try.” One of the Lokis pointed to the manacle peaking out from under your top. Damn it.

  None of the Lokis was touching you, but you could feel them. You knew of his illusions, but this was the first time you got to experience them for yourself. Hand still hovering over the knife, you asked.

  “Are they tangible?”

  “Are you?” The Loki behind you asked. You gulped.

  “Stop testing my boundaries and get back to your cage.” Said Loki from the chair. Then the other Lokis disappeared and you could move once again. Loki was monitoring your shackles, that was important information. If you were to escape, you would have to somehow get them off.

  There was a bowl of fruit waiting for you in cage, so like an obedient prisoner, you got back into your prison and the door closed once more. Loki’s book vanished and his attention was now on you.

  “Where are we?” You started.

  “On a planet far, far from your home. You wouldn’t know its name. Why were you at the museum, alone?”

  “I was closest when we got intel about an alien ship. Can you always tell when people lie?”

  “Yes.” He smirked. You internally cursed. “Did you know what I was after?”

  “No… What were you after?”

  “Ah. I suppose there’s no need to hide that from you. After all, I’d like the artifact back.” He looked pointedly at you. “It looks just like an old piece of jewelry, it does not have a name per se, but calling it a necklace would be insulting. It is a very powerful gadget that opens gates between realities. I do not yet know how exactly, but you will soon enough. It is told that upon contact, the artifact shows a lot to its current wearer.”

  Gates? Like portals? You thought.

  “How did it end up on Earth?” You asked and Loki smiled.

  “I’m afraid our little interrogation must wait a moment. I believe we have a visitor.”

[artisticbirb]

It's just a game, right? PT 4

Warnings: Tension, very mildly spicy kiss, cursing (b*tch, wh*re), minor violence (he deserved it), nightmare involving violence. Sadness, but gets comforted. part 3

He leans in the rest of the way, pulling you into him as your lips connect, warm soft and barely touching at first, still unsure. You kissed back gently, tracing your hands up his chest to slowly wrap your arms around his neck, his hand moving from your hip to the small of your back, the other reaching towards the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair, pulling you closer as he pressed you gently into the wall, deepening the kiss. 

Suddenly you both hear footsteps coming towards the closet and break apart, Felix giving you a grin while you stand there almost shaking and you struggle to collect yourself quickly before the door opens and a curious head cautiously peeks in. "Uhhh you guys done in here?" Chan asks looking between the both of you. "Yep, we're done." Felix says without breaking eye contact with you, and you feel a blush creeping back up your face. Placing his band on your back he gently guides you to the door, removing it again before your boyfriend can see it, and exiting behind you. You were honestly terrified but seeing almost everyone grin at you with a proud and knowing look on their faces gave you sudden confidence as you walked back to your spot on the floor. Your boyfriend noticed your blushing, and glared daggers at you as you sat down. "Did you just cheat on me?" he said, obviously pissed. "No of course not. Besides, it's "just a game", right?" you responded with a fake smile. Someone went "Ooooooohhhhhh", and this seemed to be a breaking point for your already pissed off "boyfriend" who stood up so quickly going in your direction that you nearly fell backwards from your seated position to move away from him, but he was quickly blocked by someone. "You fucking bitch, you think you can get away with acting like a whore?!" he said peering around the body blocking him. "Back off." came a very stern chilling voice, as Felix stood his ground staring your boyfriend right in the eyes, inches from his face. Snapping to look at Felix your boyfriend swung, "Who do you think you a-" he was cut off and laying on the ground before you processed what had just happened, and was being dragged out of the room seconds later by Changbin and Leeknow.

You stood up, staring in shock for a few moments trying to process that your boyfriend had just tried to hit you. People immediately started crowding around you, asking if you were okay, and if you got hurt. “I-i’m fine” you stutter, your breath shaky, heart ready to beat out of your chest. Your friend pulled you in for a long hug to calm you down, meanwhile it was decided it was time for everyone else to head home. "Do you wanna stay here for the night y/n?" your friend asked you, loosening the hug. "Yes please.. I don't have any of my stuff though" you answered still a bit shakey. "I can go get it" Felix said suddenly, motioning Chan to come over. "O-okay, thank you.." you responded, and wrote down the address and hotel room number after being handed Felix's phone. The two left quickly, and your friend fixed up the big couch for you to sleep on then made a cup of tea to try and relax you a bit more. After finishing your tea, you laid down and closed your eyes. Suddenly you were back on the floor, playing the game. Your boyfriend lunged at you again, but this time nobody blocked him, everyone was gone, and you barely moved out of the way in time before he was after you again grabbing something, something metal and sharp, maybe a knife but you didn't look, you just ran for your life into the nearest room, locking the door. Suddenly there was loud pounding, the door creaking, then suddenly bursting open. You woke up with a scream, breathing heavily starting to cry, and suddenly soft warm hands were cradling your face, worried brown eyes staring into yours. "It was just a dream, you're okay, you're okay, take a deep breath". He pulled you in close to his chest as he sat next to you, caressing your hand with his thumb, calming you down. “Can you please stay here..” you whisper quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear. "You want me to stay? Are you sure?" Felix responds softly, looking you in the eyes. "Yes please.." You say still sniffling softly. "I don't think I can sleep right now. I just want someone to stay near me". "Yeah I can do that" he says quietly, then goes up and grabs a box of tissues. "Here" he says, gently dabbing your tears away and handing you a second one to blow your nose. "Do you want to come to my room then? I don't think there's quite enough space for us both on the couch" he said softly, and you only nodded your head in response. He grabbed your hand, leading you to the connected hotel room to his bed. After gently tucking you in, he snuggled in next to you against your back with an arm wrapped around you. Feeling warm and safe, you were finally able to sleep peacefully for the night. Thank you so much for reading everyone, this is going to be the last part (probably) unless anybody has suggestions for how to continue it. If you guys have any ideas feel free to message me or something! I hope everyone enjoyed the story :)

[give-thy-head]

Love at First Listen

A/N:  I just got into playing Elden Ring and became absolutely smitten with D and his twin brother. I couldn't find any fanfiction about the two, so I decided to make my own. I hope you like it and be on the lookout for more. If anyone wants me to make a gender neutral or male version of this let me know and I'll do it. I didn't want to make it to long. I plan to make a part to so let me know what you think. I also posted this to my archive of our own. Please do not copy or repost my work. 

Summary:  The Tarnished just meet D the Hunter of the Dead and she is already smitten with him.

Warning:  slow burn, love at first sight, one-sided attraction, violence, mention of blood and gore, death, bad flirting, slight mention of a voice kink, curse words, explicit language.

Word count:  I have no idea.

The sun was hanging high in the sky, and the lush scenery changed as the tarnished galloped along the road of Stormhill on her trusted steed Torrent to her next destination. She had just got done buying ashes of war from a random knight she had just met at a grace the young Tarnished found near a shack. He had been very pleasant to talk, the man known as Bernahl. At first the tarnished wasn't so sure about the random man she had just found standing in a ruined shack. The woman was for the better word weary of the man at first, but she now could call him an acquaintance.  How could she not be after having just woke up, to find herself at war with others to be the Elden Lord.  Not to mention her encounter with a not so friendly creature that was all so happily -what felt like moments ago- stabbing her repeatedly. Don't get her started on the weird surgeon covered in blood that she met up with at the first step grace.

     He was more than willing to talk up a storm. The tarnished wished he didn't though. She had gotten a bad feeling about the man who called himself Varre, but feelings are feelings and as long as he didn't draw a weapon to harm her, then there was no cause for concern.  He did have a smart mouth on him though. A smart mouth that really pissed her off.  The shady bastard had the nerve to call her maiden less. I mean she was a first, but she's not anymore. She has sweet Melina to thank for that. Melina is now her maiden even if she's only pretending to be one, but none of that matters. What matters now is that she's got one, and Varre can suck it in a ditch somewhere. That smug piece of dung almost got killed for that maiden less comment. The tarnished was not in the mood for the disrespect. Good news for him though, the little Tarnished as he likes to call her, decided to reign in her sudden burst of anger and allowed him to live another day.  He could be useful to her later down the road, but if he makes another off the wall comment to her about being maiden less all bets are off, and he's done for. With that last thought in mind the Tarnished had Torrent go a little faster, as they both made their way down the deserted road.

      The farther they went the creepier the road seemed to get. Until at last she had Torrent slow to a complete stop. Just up ahead from where the two had stopped looked to be a ruined gravesite. The tarnished wasn't sure if that was what it was or not. Taking out her telescope the tarnished was indeed able to confirm that it was in fact a graveyard.

  "Alright Torrent, I'm afraid were going to have to part ways for now." Getting off the spirit steed, the tarnished rubbed her hands through his mane. "Things are about to get dicey. I have a feeling that little gravesite isn't empty." With that said she sent Torrent away, but not without a little head nudge from the steed.

      The sound of her clinking armor echoed as she walked steadily toward the ruined graves. Her pulse quickened with each step she took. Quickened with the anticipation of an oncoming battle.  A battle that she knew for a fact would happen now that her warrior instincts were kicking in. A few more steps are all she had left before she would be upon her enemies, and a few they were for as soon as she made it to the first gravestone, a horde of the undead came to life. With fast reflexes of those of a cat, the tarnished was able to whip out her shield to block the sword of one of the undead. She rolled out of the way of another strike and then another. Having gotten back on her feet the female warrior whipped out her trusted great sword and swung it at the first undead closet to her.  Having felled the skeleton, she repeated her actions until at last all of the undead were no more. The tarnished let out a sigh of relief.  Now that was done, she put away her sword and shield and began to wipe the sweat off her brow.

    "Glad that's done.", but before she could relax to soon, the warrior heard someone talking. It sounded like the voice of a man. Lured by the sound the tarnished made her way past the gravestones, down the path where she came a upon a man dressed in beautifully crafted armor.  He was tall she could tell that much, as she continued to inch closer. The armor he wore was of a gold and silver color. One of his arms the left to be precise was holding on to the silver body connected to his armor by the eyes, as the other arm which was silver held his sword.  A sword in which was just as beautifully unique as his armor was pointed tip first into the ground. The man in question was hunched over the corpse of someone she did not know, maybe he did, for he seemed to be grieving the loss of this person. She knew that she was in no danger. He was not a threat to her at all. She knew this based on her instincts alone. Having made it closer she was able to make out what he was saying.

      "There's no mistake, is there?" He continued on, "Death has left its mark once again. I'm sorry, I cannot give you your proper rites...But at least you did not join Those Who Live-in Death. Your soul will return to the Erdrtee, in time.  Honeyed rays of gold, deliver this spirit." He finished his words with a pray. The tarnished took this as her sign to approach him.

    " Hello!", she called out quietly so that she didn't startle him. She did this as a way to also let him know that she was not a threat to him. "Do you have a moment?"

    The man turned to the side so that he was now giving her his full attention.  " Ah, a tarnished, are you?"

    The tarnished was absolutely awestruck. The man who she still did not the name of spoke in voice laced with honey. His voice alone could rival those of the gods, and she was absolutely smitten with him. It was a love at first sight type of thing. Something she as never in her life experienced up until now. As bad as she hated to admit this, but his voice was making her feel all kinds of things. Things that she would not to mention to him. She barely even knew the guy, but here she was completely struck in frozen admiration for someone, from just their voice alone. She had to get to know him, for her sanity she just had to. Finally getting over stupor with the help of soft hum for her attention, the tarnished answered him in a way that only she would be brave enough to do so, and that was to flirt.

   "Yes, of course. You know us tarnished seemed to be attracted to each other. We seem to always migrate together. I'm Y/n by the way all beautiful one. May I have your name, for thy voice is like the soft caress of water in stream. "   It took him a few moments to answer.

    "Hmm it seems so. I'm known as D. I hunt down Those Who Live in Death and weed their Deathroot." He stated to his fellow tarnished. She wasn't sure if he got what she was saying or if he ignored her bad attempt at flirting with him. His helmet made it hard for her to tell, but she would like to assume that she might have flustered him, with the amount of time it took him to answer her. Either option did not help her frantically beating heart. Was it beating out of embarrassment o maybe it was because she might have just flustered him, or maybe it was for the fact she was in love. If she was a betting person, she would say that it was all of those things together.  She didn't get the chance to dwell on it to much for, his which was like music to her ears started up again.

   "Heed my warning. The village here has been touched by Death. And worse yet, it is home to a mariner. If you value your life, then go no farther. Turn back while you still can."

    "Thank you for the warning, D! I'll keep that in mind."  She wasn't really paying attention, to lost in the sound of his enchanting voice, to really realize the implications of his warning. He let out a hum that he heard her words and turned in a way that let her know the conversation was over.  She wasn't happy about that. Not one bit. So, with a plan in mind the young Tarnished set off in the direction of the mariner. She planned on hunting this said beast down and she would slay it, if only so that she could hear his voice again. For she was in love and love makes you do crazy things.

[mari-the-bimbo]

CONGRATS FOR 4K BABY!!! You deserve even more <33

I was wondering how would dorm mate gojo react, when the reader comes home badly injured.

feel free to ignore it <33

Thank you :D

Dorm mate Gojo: you return badly injured

A/N: Thank you so much bby!! Feels like a while since I did dorm mate Gojo so this felt very refreshing!! Enjoy! <3

Warning: mentions of beating? Implied violence

It was safe to say you had traumatised your white haired lover when you came back to the dorm injured that evening.

Gojo was so used to keeping you happy, healthy and pretty, that seeing even a bruise on your face enraged him.

“W-why are you injured pea brain?” He said, his large hands holding your face as he stared at you with extreme concern. His forehead pressed against yours, urging you for an answer, until Geto managed to pull him away.

“Give y/n some space bro, you’ll overwhelm her, let’s just allow her to get changed and we can tend her wounds and get answers after yeah?” Geto reasons with Gojo, who slowly nods with a pout.

You sigh in relief, quietly thanking Geto for giving you some space.

You wobble along to your bedroom, sighing as you got changed, occasionally hissing when it hit certain wounds. You looked in the mirror and saw the hideous bruise littered across your face and arms. ‘How am I gonna explain this one to them’

But you jumped out of your thoughts when you suddenly saw Gojo leaning against the door frame of your room.

‘Ah! Gojo you scared me!”

“Boo” he teases with a smile, but his smile doesn’t seem to meet his eyes.

“C’mon scaredy cat” he sighs as he saunters into your room, and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the main dorm living area, plopping you down onto the sofa, before standing back up.

He stared down at you from from his tall 6’0 height, hands stuffed in his pocket, you wish you could take his shades off, because right now he remained expressionless under the glasses.

“Bubs?” He finally speaks after a moment of staring at eachother.

“Yeah Gojo?”

“Who did this to you?”

You turn your head away in embarrassment. How were you supposed to tell him that you got injured in a fight you started?

“Y/n got injured in a fight she started” said Geto from the doorway.

“GETO!” You scold.

“I WILL HOLD YOU ACCOUNTABLE WHEN YOU ARE AT FAULT YOUNG LADY!!” Geto scolds you back with a wagging g finger, making you pout.

Gojo gasps at Geto’s accusations. “GETO! How dare you blame my lady!!” Gojo immediately defends you, making you stifle a laugh and Geto tries his best not to laugh at his lovesick friend too.

“Because ‘your lady’ started th-“ but Geto was cut off once again.

“I’m sure whoever y/n decided to fight provoked her and deserves death! Oh maybe I could infin-“ but Gojo was cut off by you once you let out a hiss in pain.

Both of the men looked down at you in concern, before Geto rushed to the kitchen to make you some food, and Gojo sat down next to your lying dorm on the sofa.

A sad smile on his face as he placed on ice pack to your eye and placed a soft kiss to your bruised cheeks.

‘I’ll kiss all your boo boos” he stated making you slightly giggle at his stupidity.

“Thank you nurse” you teased as he littered kisses all across you face and body. Making silly ‘MUAH’ noises as he did to make you smile.

———-

That night you were tucked into bed by the white haired man, who later decided to join you in your small bed, giggle with you as he did, stroking you back which easily lulled you to sleep.

But when you woke up in the middle of the night once you felt Gojo’s side of the bed empty, you decided to check his room, hoping to ask him to join you in bed again

But he was no where to be found

Neither was Geto.

And your only guess was that the crazy dorm mate duo was avenging you in ways you would rather not know.

[enhadiares]

Hii I really loved the ni-ki, jay and sunoo soft like it's so good!! If you can could you please do a sunghoon version? thank you in advance and can you also tag me?

Yandere Sunghoon being soft after almost killing his s/o.

%...Disclaimer I do not condone this behaviour. This is just imagination and none of the members are like this.

%...Pairing Park sunghoon x reader

%...Genre Yandere

%...Warning typical Yandere themes , violence? , car hit , accident , kidnapping etc.

%..a/n hey @sunshineeluvvy 🤍, here's the sunghoon version 🥳 The thing everyone's been waiting for. Hope you like it <3

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Another day , Another trial of escape. Backstory for this is simple yet creepy. Sunghoon was so damn in love with you that he used to stalk you , follow you around without your knowledge and then decided to kidnap you and make you a prisoner in his stupid house.

He wasn't your boyfriend , nor was he your friend. He was just a classmate of yours who you didn't even talk to . He was known as the weird kid . And no it's not like you didn't try to befriend him— it's him who used to always freeze whenever you would come around. You gave up at a point because he never used to speak to you. But what made him kidnap you was the new kid named Jake.

He was a foreign exchange student and wanted help to catch up in his studies since he came in between the year and semester. You decided to help him and you guys became friends really easily. Days passed by and you became even closer with Jake which made sunghoon extremely jealous. He decided that it's time that he makes you his. He sent you a note which contained:

"Hey yn,

it's me sunghoon and I wanted to tell you something. Meet me at the backside of our school.

Your hoon"

Yeah it was creepy but you thought that he wanted to be friends so you went there but you were wrong.very wrong. When you went there - he told you what he wanted to. He wanted to tell you that he loves you and you are his so why not make it official. It was a great shock to you. You immediately disagreed which made him mad. He kinda knew that this would happen but he just wished it wouldn't. But it did. So he kidnapped you right at that moment. You woke up in his house which was in woods. That sneaky bastard. He came and told you that , that was "your new home". But you knew what to do . Try to escape. You made it seem like you were getting used to being with him. Acting like you are starting to love him aswell. And the great part was that he was falling for it!! He was out at work when you decided that you don't wannabe here any longer and took the bag you packed and sprinted out of the door. You were feeling kinda happy but scared too. You never looked back. You were finding the road so you could ask for help. You immediately started looking for someone. Praying that someone would see you . Anyone. You wished you specified anyone but sunghoon. Meanwhile sunghoon was coming home when he saw you from afar with a bag looking for someone on the road. He never felt so angry , sad and betrayed. You tried to escape. Run away from him. He gave you everything and yet you still do this to him. He was so angry and deep in his thoughts about how he shouldn't have trusted you. He accidentally hit something. Or someone. That someone being you. He instantly regretted being so angry and lost in thought. You were the only one on the road. It means that he just hit you. He rushed out of the car and ran towards you . You were laying on the floor. All bloody. Your face had many bruises and cuts. So did your forearms and legs. You were looking horrible. Your eyes were also closed. Taking your face in his lap he started tapping your cheeks."yn baby, wake up . Wake up yn . Don't do this to me" he was panicking. D-did he kill you? Did he just kill the live of his life? What would he do without you? He went to grab his phone and punched the ambulance's number. "H-hello I'm at xxxx road and someone just hit my girlfriend with a car . Please come quickly" that's what he told them. The ambulance came not too long after and sunghoon went with you to the hospital. You were in the room for half the day. When the doctor reported to him that you were alive but just had some injuries , he felt a sudden relief and guilt wash all over him. He thanked the doctor and came inside your room. He sat beside you and looked at you with soft eyes while trying to get himself together. He held you hand and kissed your knuckles.Tears were threating to fall from his eyes. His lips were quivering. It was very hard to control his emotions in this situation. He let them fall. They were flowing like a waterfall . He was repeatedly saying sorry to you. Or your unconscious form.

"I'm sorry . I'm sorry . I'm so so so sorry baby . *hiccups* I-i swear I didn't mean to hit you. I was just feeling so betrayed that you were trying to leave me and I was so lost in thought that I didn't see you and the car accidentally hit you. Please forgive me . Please . Wake up"

But he was wrong. You were listening to him. But you weren't going to forgive him. No.Not for kidnapping you , not for hitting you with a car. He might have done this so you couldn't run from him anymore. It was his plan and he was just acting and spitting lies so you would believe him and get guilt-trapped. But you weren't dense. You'll never fall for his pathetic tricks. You are going to escape again but you will have to wait for the time till you recover. But you will wait . If that will help you escape. You will.

Kkeut

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Hi, welcome to tumblr ✨

Can I rq a oneshot for yandere Jotaro x reader x yandere Kakyoin? (or just Jotaro x reader or Kakyoin x reader if you more comfortable with that)

Afab reader please (but you can choose neutral reader if you want)

Hey thanks for the welcome and thanks for requesting sorry for the wait, hope this is okay for you!

Disclaimer: I don't condone any of the toxic or abusive behaviours mentioned in this fic.

Word count 1.77k

CW: Yandere themes, Obsessiveness, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships, Isolation, Cursing, Threats of violence (Towards reader) Kissing (Nothing suggestive), Slight Objectification/infantilization. Poly Relationship, Female Reader. 18+ only content

Yandere! Jotaro x  Fem!reader x Yandere! Kakyoin

You woke up in a sweat, lying between your two “boyfriends” on the large bed that the three of you shared in Jotaro’s room. Your head was laying on Jotaro’s broad chest while Kakyoin had his arm wrapped around your waist in a suffocating embrace. Both of them seemed to be in a deep sleep and you decided that now was the time to put your escape plan into action.

Slowly you removed the red head’s arm from your waist and shimmied yourself off the bed slowly so as to not wake the two sleeping men, luckily for you they were both heavy sleepers so it wasn’t a difficult task. Creeping over to the bedside table where your phone sat, you quickly unlocked it shooting (F/N) a quick text, Plan is on, meet you at the school in twenty minutes. Their reply was almost instantaneous. Alright, see you then. “Wow, they must have been really worried about me to stay up this late” you thought.

The relationship between you and the two men wasn’t always toxic. They used to be perfectly loving boyfriends who treated you like royalty. You were taken out on adventurous dates, brought thoughtful gifts and showered with love and attention. Although admittedly, it took Jotaro a bit more time to break down his walls and be comfortable with this he eventually warmed up and became just as loving as Kakyoin. 

Lately though they had both changed. You didn't go out on dates anymore, opting to stay at Jotaro’s house where they both claimed “It would be more fun anyway”. Which turned into excuses as to why you shouldn’t leave the house altogether, and soon without even realising, you had moved in with them full time. “Yare yare (Y/N) what’s the point in leaving for groceries when we can just bring you anything you need?” Jotaro said as if you had asked a ridiculous question. You didn’t question him, too afraid of his temper to say anything. He has never laid a finger on you before, but you weren’t about to take any chances. Kakyoin wasn’t much better, making you feel guilty for even suggesting to go outside alone.

“Do you not want to be around us (Y/N)? Trying to look for another man to replace us, huh?” He pouted. You didn’t ask to go out again after that.

Truthfully you couldn’t take it anymore. You loved the two men of course and stayed out of loyalty more than anything, but they were extremely suffocating, and you needed to get out. It was taking a toll on your mental health. A few days ago you broke down in a phone call with (F/N) while Kakyoin and Jotaro were out of the house visiting Jotaro’s grandpa Joseph. 

(F/N) was one of the only friends who stuck around during your forced isolation from the outside world. Together you both came up with a plan to escape from the two men in the middle of the night within the next week. It broke your heart to do it this way but you knew breaking up with them directly would be a bad idea so this was the only option you had left.

You creep downstairs into the kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible and grab the keys for the front door off the kitchen counter. Peeping around to see if the coast was clear you make your way over to the front entrance and grab your black winter jacket from beside the door and you’re just about to put it on when you hear a gruff voice come from behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going this late at night?” Jotaro questions.

Your body goes rigid as you turn around to face the man in question looking at the unreadable expression on his face. “I was just going out for some fresh air for a few minutes and then come back to bed, I swear Jojo” you said, holding your hands up defensively in front of you. 

He sighs in annoyance “Yare Yare, you know you’re not supposed to leave the house without at least one of us with you at all times there could be someone dangerous out there”.

“Yes Jotaro I know” It was your turn to sigh now, all hopes of not being caught gone out the window.

Without being told to, you began walking back up the stairs, with Jotaro following close behind. The plan had already failed so you resigned yourself to trying again another time when the chance came. You yelp at the sudden feel of a gentle hand pressing against your lower back to help guide you back upstairs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“N-Nothing Jojo” you squeak out, turning your face away from him in an attempt to hide the fierce blush that coloured your face, you don’t know if you’ll ever get rid of the shyness you feel from his affectionate touches.

You both reach the bedroom to find a worried looking Kakyoin who’s wide awake waiting for your arrival back to bed. The minute he spots the two of you he smiles and opens his arms in invitation for a hug which you immediately accept.

“Where did you head off to beautiful?” Kakyoin asks stroking the back of your hair, “We missed you in bed with us and got a bit of a fright when we woke up and seen you weren’t here with us”

You were about to answer him until Jotaro spoke in your place, “She wanted to go for a walk, said she needed fresh air or something”.

You glared at him for speaking as if you were not there and a remark was about to leave your mouth until again you were interrupted, by Kakyoin this time. “Ah (Y/N) you know we can’t protect you from danger if we’re not out there with you right?, we’d be heartbroken if something happened to you and we couldn’t stop it” He seemed to upset himself with his own words as his grip on you tightened while speaking, nearly leaving you breathless.

Jotaro nodded in agreement and walked over to the bed pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You couldn't help but snuggle into his hold, the lingering scent of cologne making you relax and hum happily. You look up at the stoic man and bring your lips up to meet him in a passionate kiss which he eagerly accepts, moving your lips together in sync he lets out a happy hum. You break away from the kiss and look up to see a slight flush on Jojo’s face 

“Can I have a kiss too sweetheart?” Kakyoin asks from beside you, rubbing his hand lightly down your back.

You nod vigorously, quickly reaching over to your other boyfriend and giving him the same treatment as Jojo. Kakyoin's kisses were softer than Jotaro’s more gentle and romantic. He held your face in his hands as if it were made of glass that could easily shatter.

After stopping the kiss he pulls your head into his shoulder, holding your head there tightly so you are unable to move. You had no choice but to soak in the warmth his body had to offer.

Suddenly your phone goes off with a loud ping, indicating that you had received a text message. Your eyes widened in surprise, shit the plan, you had almost forgotten. “No no no, (F/N) wasn’t supposed to text me, now they’re definitely gonna find out I tried to escape” You panicked inwardly.

You’re about to yank yourself away from Kakyoin’s tight grip on your body and grab your phone before they could see who had messaged you but unfortunately, Jotaro was quicker, he had already snatched your phone from the bedside table before you even had the chance to fully break out of Kakyoin’s hold and was already reading the text message from (F/N).

He analyses the phone for a few seconds before speaking. “Are you okay? You were supposed to meet me at the school gates twenty minutes ago, Did they catch you?” Jotaro quotes from the message trying but failing to contain his anger. He gives you a fierce look and without warning he crushes your phone with his bare hands, shattering it along with your hopes of a successful escape in the near future.

Kakyoin frowns at this, his delicate features turning into an unpleasant look. “Were you trying to leave us (Y/N)?” He said in a disappointed tone. It makes your skin crawl. A disappointed Kakyoin was always a lot harder to deal with than an angry one. He has a way of making you feel guilty where your stomach would crawl in shame, even though the rational part of you knew that it wasn’t right.

You look up and catch Jotaro’s gaze and see a hint of rare emotion in his eyes . He actually looks hurt that you tried to leave them? You let out an involuntary whimper of guilt for hurting both your boyfriends feelings. “I’m sorry Nori, Jojo” You say rushing over to give the taller man a hug. “I swear I was gonna come back, I just wanted to go out for a little bit and see (F/N) I haven’t seen them in weeks”.Jotaro sighs from above you, beginning to rub soothing circles on your back to calm you down. He was incredibly angry that you tried to leave but he couldn't stand to see you upset and never wanted you to be afraid of him like everyone else was.

“Just please don’t do it again (Y/N), we would’ve freaked out if something happened to you next time just talk to us and we’ll be happy to bring you where you want to go” spoke Kakyoin, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, a cheery smile returning to his face.

You nod your head slowly, eyelids beginning to droop in exhaustion as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off and tiredness set in. Seeing this, Jotaro gently picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed, joining you on your left side with Kakyoin laying down on your right side, keeping you pressed tightly against the two of them.

“Oh (Y/N)? One more thing before you go to sleep” The redhead spoke seriously next to you.

“What is it?” You mumbled out in your tired state.

“If you ever try to escape us again, we’ll break your legs”