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707heart · 1 month ago

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only fools: chapter 5

shane x female farmer oc

tags: alcoholism, complicated straighties, established female oc, sam being silly and cute

wc: 1514

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The walk to the beach was just as awkward as April expected.

She probably deserved the treatment she was getting. That feeling sat like an anchor in her gut, weighing her down.

The beach was different at night. April enjoyed fishing during the day. She enjoyed Willy’s company and his old stories about her grandfather. Foraging was a fun pastime too, her collection of sand dollars growing by the day.

When the sun was gone, the beach was haunting. Tonight was no exception. It was foggy, the only sound being the waves crashing into the crystalline shore. There was no one around. Even Elliott’s cabin looked abandoned, lights off and curtains drawn.

“So,” April started cautiously. “I think you deserve an explanation.”

Shane scoffed, turning his head like he was already offended. Discouraged, April bit her bottom lip. She was silent for a few seconds, hesitantly continuing when she realized he had nothing to say.

“The reason I walked out on you isn’t because I don’t like you, or don’t want you.” Her eyes scanned over his face. His jaw was set, dark brown eyebrows furrowed.

“Whatever, I don’t want to hear this,” Shane grumbled, already standing up. April became desperate, grabbing his sweater sleeve before he could get out of her arms-length.

“I was an alcoholic. I—I am an alcoholic. Real bad,” April admitted. Exasperated, she laughed breathily, running her hands over her tired face. “That’s why I came here. My mom forced me to come to ‘start a new chapter’. It was either this or rehab.”

“This is some place to do it,” Shane replied dryly. “This place just drives me to drink.”

“I don’t think being around you is healthy for me.”

The waves crashed against the shore once, twice, then thrice. Each wave nailed in the heavy silence between the two of them. “I think maybe some space would be nice for now. I’m sorry if it feels like I led you on, because that’s not what I meant to do.”

Shane hummed, kicking a pebble into the murky water. “Okay then,” he said simply. “Friends?”

April sighed, but her lips pressed into a stressed smile.

“Yeah, friends.”

—

Trying to ignore the fallout of their conversation seemed to make it worse.

Three months later it was suddenly approaching winter. April sat in her newly upgraded house, which still smelled like wood shavings and newly applied floor stain. Leah sat beside her on the sofa while they watched Love Island Australia.

The winter months were brutal concerning April’s alcoholism in a different way than the summer months. In the summer, she had to avoid partying and socializing in drunk settings.

The winter was just plain boring.

April shoved another chip in her mouth. She was grateful for her manual labor on the farm in times like this, where she had nothing else to distract her except a hefty bag of snacks.

“You know who I saw today? Sam,” Leah announced. At the beginning of their friendship, April never pegged Leah as a gossip. She was absolutely, incredibly wrong about this. It kept April in the loop, so she couldn’t be too upset about it.

The mention of Sam intrigued April. “Did he say anything about—“

Leah raised her eyebrows in a chiding manner. “No, he didn’t say anything about… he-who-shall-not-be-named. He’s in your past, babe.”

April sighed. “Yeah, maybe I’m just bored,” she mumbled. Even so, she found herself consistently missing Shane. They didn’t know each other too personally, but she mostly missed his touch. The way that he was brutally honest about who he was and how he interacted with the world. The small town politeness effect didn’t seem to work on Shane, and she found that refreshing.

“That guy isn’t worth it. What I was going to say is that Sam is playing a show on Friday, if you were interested. It’s at the museum? I guess he made a deal with the guy there… uh… Gunther! I think that’s his name. Anyway, it’s like a kid-friendly thing, so no drinking.”

April hummed in thought. “I’ll think about it,” she said.

—

She should’ve known she’d be hauling ass from her farm to the museum in the freezing cold. Leah just has a way of convincing her. She was dressed warm, in a green sweater and a chunky white scarf Leah had made her, but it wasn’t enough to quell the chill.

“We’re almost there!” Leah said, ever the optimist. She had a hand wrenched on April’s arm, tugging her closer to the venue. The museum was lit up like April had never seen, with strobe lights out front advertising the show.

Penny greeted them when they got inside. April never felt strongly about Penny one way or the other. She felt like they were too different to really bond, but she appreciated what Penny did for the children in the town. She gave them each an itinerary for the show, motioning to the bean-bags on the floor.

“I feel like I’m about to watch the Wiggles,” April mumbled, top lip turning up in judgment. Leah shoved her, scoffing and commenting about how she can be so miserable sometimes. April knew.

While waiting for Sam to come out, April scanned the crowd. The kids were at the front, but almost everyone in town was there. Including Shane, who was sitting between Jas and Marnie.

He looked like shit. No one really had their prime looks in the middle of winter, but Shane looked especially bad. He had his hood on, no doubt hungover or partially drunk. He didn’t look back at her. Jas shook his hoodie and he barked something at her, pulling away. Not exactly the best energy for a kid’s show, April thought.

Sam played fantastically. April wasn’t surprised, she had heard him play a few times before. Who knew that living in a small town would make it easier for you to perfect hobbies? The passion and effort he put in was obvious, and she found herself standing up in an ovation when he was done.

Right when they were about to leave, April felt a tap on her shoulder. She whipped around to see Marnie. Marnie went in for a hug as soon as April saw her. “Hi, honey! Long time no see, have you been avoiding me?”

April felt a pang of guilt. She’d absolutely been avoiding Marnie and Jas for that matter. “No, I would never. I’ve just been real busy,” she lied through a smile, returning her hug.

“Well come see us more! Jas always loves having you around. Shane could use the social stimulation too, that boy,” Marnie sighed. Another wave of guilt ran through her. Well, Shane definitely didn’t disclose her secret, so that’s good. The last thing April would want is for the message to spread all over Pelican Town that she couldn’t handle her liquor intake.

“Of course,” April said, eyes flicking to Jas, then to Shane. He was looking at her, plum-colored bags under his brown eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed like he was angry, but the anger didn’t reach the rest of his face. It made him look sadder than anything.

April took a deep breath, suddenly overwhelmed. Leah grabbed her shoulder like she knew, saying a friendly goodbye to Marnie before tugging her toward the door.

“Hey, are you guys just gonna leave without saying goodbye?” Sam trailed behind them, nudging April’s shoulder. They had become better friends over the months, since he would always be gifted the Joja Colas she caught from the river.

“Hey, rockstar!” April said, hugging him. Sam was soaked in sweat. April held back a grimace. “Great show. Not that I’m surprised.”

Sam smiled, blonde hair falling into his face. “Thanks! I’m glad you guys are here. Hey, we’re having this afterparty thing at the Saloon! You know, for the adults. You guys should come!”

There was a few beats of silence between them, April and Leah making eye contact. April hadn’t been to the Saloon since the one and only time her and Shane hooked up, since she’d relapsed.

“I really don’t think we’re—“ Leah started to spit out some excuse like the good friend she was, giving Sam a polite smile.

“We’ll be there,” April blurted.

Sam nodded, smiling happily. “Great! Everyone should be there in like… 20 minutes.”

“Great! See you then!”

As Sam walked away, Leah glared at her. “What the hell?” Leah whispered. “You know that’s not a good idea.”

“Am I just supposed to avoid the Saloon for the rest of my life? I won’t drink, I promise. I don’t even have the urge anymore.” It was a boldfaced lie. April thought about drinking almost every day, and she was worried that feeling would never go away. But it seemed to calm Leah.

April was used to lying about a lot of things now. She had gained that skill from her drinking days. Lying and hiding and sneaking out and covering up. All of it came easy to her now, but not without the guilt.

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disasterousduo · 9 months ago

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Ch. 2 The Death of a Sun

Moon’s view

“If you don’t get HIM under control, then I’ll unwire you myself.”

“OH NO! Your robotic emotions! Just clean up my mess like you always do.”

“I’m not strong-!”

Slap

I look at Sun, with fury in my eyes, “Don’t. Continue. That. Sentence. You are strong Sun.”

I look at Sun’s face, and I can see the slap cracked his face a little.

But I don’t care…

All I can see is red.

“Go to hell.” Sun hisses, I can see his eyes dial a little.

Then he calms down slightly, “If you need me, I’ll be at Golden Freddy’s.”

“Whatever…” I answer as I watch him leave.

I snap out of it as I hear the clock ticking, as I look from the dead person I had killed to the clock, I realize Sun has left for a whole week.

“I messed up with Sun… I’m a terrible brother. He hasn’t come back yet, maybe I should find him and apologize.” I try to remember where he said he was going. “He said Golden Freddy’s place… if I remember correctly.”

I walk out of the bunker into the forest. As I go to Golden’s place I think ‘I wonder why he went to-“

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something fall onto my forehead, as I look up, I see it’s raining.

“Oh great! It’s raining!” I think out loud annoyed, I’d have to find shelter to get out of the rain.

I then see a cabin in the distance, “Oh, a cabin in the woods! Guess I’ll wander in and see if it comes with a ‘Welcome Intruder’ sigh!” I say sarcastically.

As I get closer, I realize it’s abandoned, “Alright, Moon, into the, what I’m guess to be a abandoned cabin. Hope no demons are haunting the place.” I joke to myself.

‘Sun would have been laughing by now… I miss- now’s not the time to think about how you messed up Moon!”

As I walk up to the cabin, I see the doors have been recently opened.

Walking inside, I use the sunlight to see inside the cabin. I see picture frames, a kitchen area, living/dining room area, then doors that lead to bedrooms and the bathroom, everything is rotting or falling apart, “Wow, this place is old.”

I look closer at the couch in the living/dining room area, I though I saw some yellow and red… like a lot of yellow and red… kinda looks like Sun…

I walk closer…

“Wait.. SUN?!”

I run over to him, but then slow down as I get closer.

Oh god…

There was oil everywhere…

His wires…

Did he…

No.. no… no……. NO NO NO NO NO NO!

He….

I see a folded piece of paper on a table next to the couch. On it said ᗰOOᑎ, in not that so legible handwriting. I go to read it.

I ᑕᗩᑎT ᑕOᑎTᖇOᒪ ᕼIᗰ ᕼEᔕ TOO ᑭOᗯEᖇᖴᑌᒪ YOᑌ ᗪOᑎT ᑌᑎᗪEᖇᔕTᗩᑎᗪ TᕼE ᔕTᖇEᑎGTᕼ ᕼE ᗯIEᒪᗪᔕᕼEᔕ ᑎOT Iᑎ YOᑌᖇ ᗷOᗪY ᗩᑎYᗯᗩY YOᑌ TOᒪᗪ ᗰE TᕼᗩT Iᖴ I ᑕᗩᑎT ᑕOᑎTᖇOᒪ ᕼIᗰ YOᑌ ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ ᑌᑎᗯIᖇE ᗰE I KᑎOᗯ I ᑕᗩᑎT ᑕOᑎTᖇOᒪ ᕼIᗰ ᔕO I ᗪIᗪ ᗯᕼᗩT I KᑎOᗯ YOᑌ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ ᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ TO ᗪO I GOT ᖇIᗪ Oᖴ ᕼIᗰ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰYᔕEᒪᖴ I ᕼOᑭE YOᑌᖇE ᕼᗩᑭᑭY ᑎOᗯ - ᔕᑌᑎᗪᖇOᑭ

Oh god… what have I done?

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sephirthoughts · 4 months ago

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The Ghost of Shinra Manor

Chapter 4 of this

summary: It's been two years-ish since the events of Dirge of Cerberus. Cloud visits his hometown, and investigates a rumor of a ghost, haunting Shinra Manor. If you're surprised by who it turns out to be, you are beyond my power to save, comrade.

tags: g-g-g-ghosts!!! sefikura, sephiroth x cloud, sane!sephiroth (sort of), post advent children, post dirge of cerberus, canon timeline, delusions, intermitten amnesia, low drama, enemies to…whatever the hell they have going on

warnings: references to death, PTSD, child abuse, etc. all of hojo's greatest hits, canon-typical violence

rating: teen and up [BE ADVISED: THIS RATING WILL CHANGE]

Part 4: Resolve

Cloud didn’t check his phone till they were back at the cabin, by which time he’d accumulated a number of alerts.

MISSED CALLS(4): Tifa

MISSED CALL: Barrett

New Messages(5)

He decided to deal with them in order of priority, and opened the messages app first.

Strife: hey what do you know about ghosts

Chadley: Hello, Cloud. It’s good to hear from you. Ghosts aren’t really my area of expertise, unless you’re referring to occurrences of unusual fauna, which are often erroneously reported as ghost sightings. May I ask what this is in regard to?

Strife: like how to identify one and how to get rid of it

Chadley: Hm. There are a number of so-called spirit mediums and exorcists, who claim to be able to detect and communicate with spirits, but since there isn’t an established scientific discipline, I’m afraid the field is fraught with charlatans.

Strife: so there’s no one who knows anything?

Chadley: Don’t lose hope, my friend. It just so happens that an acquaintance of mine is what I would call the world’s foremost lay-expert in spectral phenomena. If there’s anyone who could answer whatever questions you have, it would be him.

Strife: lay-expert?

Chadley: That means he’s highly knowledgeable, but it isn’t his day job.

Strife: what’s his actual job

Chadley: He works as the concierge for the Haunted Hotel, at the Gold Saucer.

Strife: tell me you’re not talking about that upside-down lunatic bellhop

Chadley: Oh, are you acquainted?

Strife: forget it. i meant someone sane

Chadley: Don’t let his sense of whimsy deter you. That’s his professional persona. He’s actually a very astute and level-headed person. I assure you, there’s no one more knowledgeable in the field.

Strife: really?

Chadley: Indeed. Shall I put you in touch?

Strife: yeah ok

Chadley: Excellent. I’ll give him your contact information. Good luck!

Strife: thanks

Tifa: hey you, just checking in to see how you’re doing. how’s the job going?

Tifa: btw denzy managed to fix that old bike they found. he even rode it around today

Tifa: marley took these pics of him aren’t they cute? .img .img .img

Tifa: good news! i just got off the phone with barrett and he’s going to be in town friday. we’re thinking of having a big bbq dinner for everyone at the bar. you’ll be back by then right?

Strife: won’t be back by friday. something came up i have to deal with

Several minutes passed.

Tifa: i guess there’s nothing you can do when a rush job comes up. when do you think you’ll be back?

Strife: can’t say. could be a while

Tifa: oh i see

Tifa: ok well try not to stay gone too long ok? the kids miss you

Cloud was attempting to formulate a human-sounding reply, when his phone lit up with a new notification.

UNKNOWN: greetings cloud! my name is benjamin hopkins. my friend chadley said you’d like my help with some ghost related information. feel free to give me a call any time, and I’d be happy to assist you however I can.

He stared at his phone screen. A bellhop. Named Benjamin Hopkins. What the fuck ever. Of course that weirdo in the mummy bandages would have a weirdo name.

Sephiroth’s high-school AU version was still wearing the Gold Saucer t-shirt, with the addition of a pair of Cloud’s black jeans, which fit him far too well for Cloud’s liking. At the moment, he was sitting at the camp table, staring into space, because Cloud didn’t have any chores for him to do except wash dishes, and he’d done that already.

“Sephiroth,” Cloud said, giving him a start.

Big, blue-green eyes looked up at him, full of hope and trust. “Yes, sir?”

“If you want something to do, why don’t you go out and chop some firewood, before we’re ass-deep in snow. From the look of things, we’re gonna need it.”

Sephiroth jumped up eagerly. “Yes, sir. How much should I get?”

“Just whatever you can cut while I’m on the phone,” Cloud said carelessly. “The axe is hanging up over there. Shed is behind the cabin. I’ll come check on you, when I’m done with my call.”

“Yes, sir. You can count on me.”

“Sephiroth.”

“Mn?”

“Jacket.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And knock off that sir shit. Call me Cloud.”

“Yes, s—Cloud.”

With a sheepish grin, the boy pulled on the old down jacket Cloud had given him, grabbed the axe, and strode out into the snow, full of determination. Cloud stared at the closed door for a full thirty seconds, after he’d gone, and had to physically shake himself out of the reverie.

Seeing Sephiroth this way was wreaking havoc on his emotional state. The child version had been easy. Similar but unfamiliar. Cloud was able to dissociate him from the mental index he had for Sephiroth, and just see a little boy. The adult version was even easier. He was fully familiar and fit neatly into Cloud’s ‘mortal enemy, hated with the fire of a thousand suns’ index.

The teenaged version was more complicated. This was the Sephiroth who had been his idol and hero, when he was the bullied and ostracized poor kid in this tiny shit town. His reason for never giving up, when things seemed hopeless.

This was the Sephiroth he’d fallen in love with, in the innocent and wholehearted sincerity of childhood. The Sephiroth that a part of him, no matter how forcefully denied and deeply buried, still loved.

He clenched his teeth and swallowed the ache in his throat. If some fragment of himself was still idiotic and delusional enough to harbor anything approaching love for Sephiroth, that was just one more reason to quickly figure out how to end him, once and for all. The sooner the man was gone for good, the better. With fresh resolve, he pulled out his phone and dialed the bellhop’s number.

“Benjamin Hopkins, how can I help you?” said the man’s (not quite as deranged as Cloud remembered) voice.

Cloud sighed audibly. “Is that your real fucking name?”

“No, it’s not,” he retorted. “If you must know, my real name is Subject N-2, and thanks for bringing up that very painful memory. Would you like to talk about ghosts, now?”

“Uh. Sorry,” Cloud muttered. “Is this a good time?”

“Good as any. I’m at work, but it’s a pretty slow day, to tell you the truth, so I’m just hanging around.”

Cloud stifled another sigh. “Did you say that because you’re literally hanging upside-down right now?”

“Eh? Have we met before?”

“Couple years ago. My friends and I were looking for rooms at the hotel. One of them may have been a bit…aggressive.”

“Oh…oh! Are you the little blonde who came in with the giant, the vampire, the cowboy aviator, and a robot cat?”

“I’m impressed you remember us.”

“Ah, ha ha. Mr. Strife, how many times do you think I’ve had an arm-mounted minigun shoved in my face, at my place of employment? Just, ballpark estimate.”

Cloud swallowed. “Is it…one time?”

“Ding ding ding! Correct! Just the one time. So yes, I remember you. A man doesn’t tend to forget that kind of character-defining life and death experience.”

“Sorry about that guy. He has anger issues and trust issues and impulse control issues, and also he’s scared of spooky stuff, so he was acting tough to hide it,” Cloud explained, blithely throwing Barrett under the bus. “But, now that I think of it, I remember you seeming pretty chill about the gun. You didn’t even flinch.”

“Ok, you got me,” the bellhop tittered. “I was exaggerating about the character-defining life and death experience stuff. I’ve been through way worse than that.”

“You have?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all part of my tragic backstory. However! It was highly inappropriate of your friend to threaten a member of the hotel staff with a firearm. Imagine if a normal employee had been the one at the counter, instead. They’d have trauma! I’m sorry to be strict, but for the safety and mental health of the staff and guests, I’m afraid Mr. Barrett Wallace is not welcome on Haunted Hotel premises, until further notice. I hope he takes the opportunity to reflect carefully on his actions.”

“Fair enough. I doubt he’d go back there if you dragged him, anyway.”

“Good. Now that’s settled, let’s talk about your ghost problem. What seems to be the trouble?”

“That’s part of the problem,” Cloud said, feeling a little stupid saying any of this out loud. “I’m not even sure it’s a ghost.”

“Ah, say no more. I happen to have my ‘Got Ghosts?’ checklist handy. Why don’t we go through that, first. More often than not, the phenomena people misidentify as evidence of hauntings are perfectly mundane, explainable things.”

“Um. Ok.”

“Do you have any of the following: shadows or other unexplained movement in your peripheral vision?”

“No.”

“Sensation of falling, while seated or lying down?”

“No.”

“Cold spots in the house?”

“This is Nibelheim. The whole house is a cold spot.”

“I’ll go ahead and check no for that one. Voices laughing, or speaking in whispers/low tones?”

“No.”

“Thinking you hear someone call your name, when alone in the house or with others who deny having done so?”

“No.”

“Scratching or tapping on walls or under floors?”

“No.”

“Sound of footsteps, from empty rooms?”

“No.”

“Lights flickering, or inexplicably being turned off?”

“No.”

“Waking up to the certainty that there is a terrifying presence in the room with you, but unable to move or call for help?”

“No.”

“Pets behaving strangely, and/or interacting with something that is not there?”

“No pets.”

“Objects moved to strange locations, cabinets found open, doors opening or shutting on their own, et cetera?”

“Nope.”

There was a pause. “I’m a little confused, Mr. Strife. If none of these things are occurring, what leads you to believe you might have a ghost?”

“I found a dead person—”

“You found a body??”

“No. Let me finish my sentence, will you? I found a person who I know to be dead, except he’s not acting dead, and he was hanging around in an abandoned basement, naked and crying.”

“He was…that’s uh…wow. A lot to unpack. You’re sure he wasn’t just abducted, and presumed dead? Because, to be honest, that’s kind of what it sounds like.”

“I’m sure. I killed him, myself.”

The bellhop choked audibly. “I—I see. And, uh…the person you found in this basement, who resembles the person you killed—”

“Not resembles. It is him. He answers to his name and knew where he was. But he doesn’t remember me. He seems to be having some kind of weird amnesia, where he’s only getting parts of his memory back.”

“And, um. Not to belabor a point,” the bellhop said gingerly, “but, what makes you think he’s a ghost? I mean, apart from the fact that you claim to have killed him and are definitely one-hundred percent certain that he did actually die.”

“He’s pale. Like, corpse pale. His body is ice-cold. All of it gets kind of transparent, sometimes, but mostly his hands and feet. He has trouble touching things, without his fingers going right through them. And sometimes, when he talks, he fades in and out, like a radio.”

The sound of a pencil scratching, from the other end of the line said enough, so Cloud continued.

“Normal lighting hurts his eyes, so I have to use a gas lantern or just the fireplace. He doesn’t seem to see very well, or maybe he’s just seeing things that aren’t real. Less than two hours ago, I watched him walk straight through a solid wall of stone that he insisted wasn’t there. Also, when I found him yesterday, he was an adult. When I woke up this morning, he was a little kid. Now he’s a teenager.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Mr. Strife—”

“Cloud.”

“Cloud. If you would go this far, just to play some kind of mean-spirited prank—”

“Do I seem like the type of person who plays pranks, Benjamin?”

“Not really,” he conceded. “If anything, you seem to be the 'broody edgelord who takes himself way too seriously' type.”

“That’s not…inaccurate. So, can you help me, or not?”

Benjamin let out a long breath. “Hoo, boy. Let me be honest with you, I thought I was prepared, but none of my usual checklists cover anything like this. That said, your guy actually sounds a lot like a ghost. There are inconsistencies, but if what you’re telling me is the truth, I can’t think of any other explanation. Um. Let me look something up, real quick.”

“Sure, take your time.”

There was another lengthy pause in which Benjamin muttered to himself and Cloud heard pages turning.

“Alright, found it. So, the Cetra believed that the spirits of human beings could be temporarily unable to enter the lifestream, for a number of different reasons. A spirit can’t inhabit its dead body, though, so they show up as disembodied entities, mostly resembling intangible wisps of light. These are what people would commonly call ghosts.”

“But mine’s not an intangible wisp, or whatever,” Cloud pointed out. “He’s actually pretty solid. I even carried him a few times.��

“Right. Hence the inconsistency. The only stories of ghosts being able to take physical bodies and walk around interacting with living people, are from ancient oral traditions, and those were supposedly the spirits of demigods.”

“Ok, back up. Forget about the body thing, for now. What are the reasons someone could be unable to enter the lifestream?”

“Strong resentment, unfinished business, promises to keep—any kind of attachment so strong that it keeps them hanging on, past their time.”

“So, if it was that, what would we do about it?”

“Supposedly, the attachment has to be resolved, then the spirit can be freed and enter the lifestream. For humans. For the demigods…that’s a different story. They were considered to be corrupt beings, so they were rejected permanently. Pretty sad, if you ask me.”

“Corrupt how?”

“Well, demigods are the offspring of humans and gods, which is a big ontological no-no. Gods can’t die, and can’t enter the lifestream, but that’s a whole other thing. The children of an eternal god and a mortal human, therefore, are stuck between worlds. Their bodies can die, but their spirits can’t ascend to godhood, and they can’t join the lifestream either, so they just linger. Some of them go mad and turn into malicious entities, that spread plague and disaster and war, and some just gradually lose themselves, fading but never disappearing. Like Zeno’s paradox, but with existence, instead of infinitely shrinking distances.”

“Shit. That is pretty sad.”

“Yeah, man. Have you studied any mythology? Like, ninety percent of it is a huge bummer.”

“There’s another thing. I attacked him with a sword, when I first saw him. He wasn’t hurt at all, but the attacks backlashed on me, really badly. I’m still recovering from the internal injuries. What could cause that?”

“Huh,” Benjamin said thoughtfully. “A sword attack certainly shouldn’t be able to harm a ghost, but how does it backlash?”

“It wasn’t the blade I hit him with. It was a directed energy spell, using the blade as a catalyst.”

“You used a mana-based attack on the alleged ghost, and it backlashed on you? Holy shit.”

“What?”

“Well, in my experience—I mean, my experience researching ghost-related phenomena, obviously—untethered human souls are extremely fragile. An energy spell should have scattered it, if not destroyed it completely. I’ve never heard of one defending itself, let alone being able to harm a living person.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. So, to be on the safe side, maybe don’t do that anymore. In the meantime, are there any other extremely significant details that you haven’t bothered to bring up, yet? Because, I’d really like to just hear it all at once, if that’s ok.”

“Just a few things. He has these memory flashbacks, he gets caught in. He can bring me into them, but he doesn’t know how. It’s happened a few times. Also, when we were sleeping, last night, I dreamed a bunch of random pieces of his memories.”

“You believe he’s a ghost, and you went to sleep, in the same room with him?”

“I just said sleeping. Why do you assume we were in the same room?”

“Were you?”

“Yes. What does it matter?”

“I’m impressed, is all. You’re a different breed than most huma—ahem—most people, aren’t you.”

“He was a lot scarier alive. That’s why I want to figure out how to kill him permanently, as soon as possible.”

“Without killing yourself along with him, you mean.”

“Sure.”

“O…kay. Anything else you haven’t mentioned?”

Cloud opened his mouth to tell Benjamin about the pain in his chest, that had been growing since he approached Nibelheim, and how it had gotten unbearable when Sephiroth started to fade, earlier, but for some reason, he became extremely reluctant to talk about it. “Uh. No, that’s all.”

“Alrighty,” Benjamin said cheerfully. “I’m gonna have to do a little research and get back to you, because, um. Ha ha. I’ve never heard of anything like this situation, in my life.”

“Right. Well, thanks for doing this. I appreciate it.”

“Anything for a friend of Chadley. Hey, just out of curiosity, where’s your ghost, now? You didn’t talk about all of this in front of him, right?”

“No, I sent him out to chop firewood, so we could talk.”

“You sent him to chop firewood. And he just…obeyed you?”

“Yeah. He’s been cooperative, the whole time.”

“Wow. Are you sure you don’t want to keep him? Joking, joking. Oop, got some customers. It was nice talking to you! Bye!”

“See ya,” Cloud replied, but the man had already hung up.

What a strange person. Which, upon mature consideration, was rather unsurprising, for an upside-down bellhop at the Haunted Hotel, who dressed like a mummy for work, and studied ghosts in his free time. Despite all that, Cloud felt inclined to trust him. There was something familiar and reliable, in his aura. Like they’d already known each other.

Cloud’s hyper-tuned hearing didn’t detect any chopping, outside the cabin, so he went out to see how Sephiroth was faring. Fat snowflakes were falling heavily, and the world was still and silent, the way it only gets, when everything is muffled under several inches of snow.

Sephiroth was nowhere in sight, so Cloud went around to the back and stopped short. The woodshed door was wide open, and what appeared to be smoke was billowing out into the cold air.

“Fuck—Sephiroth!” he exclaimed, dashing for the shed.

The boy popped his head out. “Cloud? What’s wrong?”

“What’s going on?” Cloud asked, confused. “What is all this…steam?”

“I filled the shed all the way up, and now I’m using a desiccation spell, to dry the wood out, so it’ll burn better and it won’t rot,” Sephiroth explained brightly.

Cloud peered into the shed, and saw the neatly and tightly stacked wood, already split and free of twigs and foliage. Sure enough, there was a thin layer of yellowish light on all of it, and it was cheerfully releasing steam, like a huge stack of fresh baked buns.

“What about the wood that was already in here?”

“I moved it all to the woodpile, at the front of the cabin.” Misunderstanding Cloud’s expression, Sephiroth’s face fell, “I—I’m sorry, I know you didn’t tell me to do that, but I thought—”

“No, it’s ok,” Cloud interrupted. “I was just surprised that you worked so fast. You did everything right. Good job.”

The beautiful boy lit up like a firework, at that little bit of praise, nearly annihilating Cloud on the spot.

His cheeks and nose were touched with pink, from all the exercise in the cold, which only made him look even sweeter and more innocent, as he beamed up at him. If only he could’ve stayed this way. If only he hadn’t been tortured and horribly abused, until he became the very monster he’d always feared he was.

The moment his heart began to soften, a surge of black bitterness rose up in Cloud’s throat to choke him. How could Sephiroth ever have been like this? He was always beautiful, but he couldn’t have been innocent and sweet, even at this age. He was already a cold-blooded killer, after all. It must be a deception, to manipulate him.

“You look sad,” Sephiroth said. “Is everything alright?”

“You’re turning pink.”

“Am I?” Sephiroth reached up to touch his cheeks, self-consciously.

“Yeah. But why?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re dead,” Cloud said flatly. “You don’t have blood. So how would your cheeks flush from being cold?”

The boy’s eyes suddenly went hazy and unfocused. “I’m…I’m dead.”

Sure enough, the flush of color drained from his face, leaving his skin waxen white; so translucent, that his veins were visible in his cheeks, as faint, bluish lines. His whole person seemed to wither, and become greyer and duller.

Cloud immediately regretted listening to that bitter part of himself, and lashing out at the boy. Whatever evil Sephiroth had done, this child hadn’t done it, yet.

“Seph…I’m sorry,” he said, gingerly patting the boy’s shoulder. “I shouldn’t have talked to you that way.”

Sephiroth’s skin instantly began to brighten, again, and that dead, grey cast fell away. But now his eyes were dewy and pink-rimmed. “Wh—why did you call me that?”

“What?”

“You called me Seph.”

“Isn’t that how people usually shorten your name?”

“I don’t know.” Two big, round tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. “No one ever has.”

Cloud was utterly at a loss, so he just patted the boy’s shoulder again. “Come on, don’t cry. Let’s go inside. You’re covered in snow.”

They hung up their coats on the hooks by the door, and kicked the snow off their boots, which they set by the fire, to dry. While Sephiroth put more wood on, Cloud was assessing the food supply, in case this storm lasted a while. He wasn’t too worried, though. He’d stocked up well on canned and dry goods, had plenty of fish in the freezer, and could always hunt.

It was no problem for him to traverse the route into town in extreme weather, but that wouldn’t do a lot of good if the town was too snowed in to function. If worse came to worst, he’d go over and clear the main roads. That was work that would be long and arduous for an entire crew of regular people, but with his strength and fire spells, wasn’t even difficult. He’d done it before.

While Sephiroth was bathing, Cloud toasted up some simple, grilled cheese sandwiches, on the skillet, which he cut into triangles. Then he got out a saucepan and began to heat up some milk.

The heavy snow put him in mind of winters with his mother, in their little house, and the rare luxury that was hot cocoa. He didn’t have peppermint sticks or marshmallows, so he sprinkled a little cinnamon on top.

He was just pouring it into the mugs, when Sephiroth came out, in those old sweatpants and another of Cloud’s t-shirts. He’d pulled his damp, chin-length hair back into a mini-ponytail at the base of his skull, which looked ridiculously cute.

“Dinner,” Cloud said.

Sephiroth sat dutifully at the camp table. “What’s this brown stuff?” he asked, wrinkling his nose at the mug Cloud set in front of him.

“Cinnamon.”

“And we drink it?”

“If you want. You don’t have to.”

Sephiroth reached for the mug, which his solid-looking fingers picked up with no trouble. Putting it to his lips, he took a cautious little sip. He froze for a beat. Then his eyes went round and starry and he sucked down every last drop of the warm, creamy cocoa, smacking his lips and ‘mm-ing’ delightedly between slurps.

Cloud nearly spit his own cocoa out, laughing, at the tragic face he made, when he realized his mug was empty. “You like it, huh?”

Sephiroth nodded vigorously. “Mn! I love it! I want to drink cinnamon all the time!”

“It’s called hot cocoa,” Cloud corrected. “Cinnamon is just the stuff sprinkled on top.”

“Hot cocoa,” Sephiroth repeated. “What is it made of?”

“My mom made it with chopped up chocolate and sugar, but I just use the tinned mix. There’s more in the saucepan, if you want.”

Sephiroth’s expression became grave. “Your mother taught you to make this?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re sharing it with me?”

“Looks that way.”

“Thank you,” Sephiroth said, dipping his head, as Cloud poured more cocoa into his mug. “I feel very honored.”

“It’s just hot cocoa. I’m sure everyone’s moms made it for them.”

“My mother…would have made this for me?”

“Probably.”

Sephiroth fell silent, looking reverent and reflective, as he slowly sipped the cocoa, this time, carefully savoring every mouthful, seemingly lost in his own little world. He didn’t touch the grilled cheese, but Cloud hadn’t expected him to. He was surprised enough that the boy was able to drink the cocoa. He ate both grilled cheese sandwiches, himself, without remarking on it, then went to take his shower.

When he came out again, Sephiroth had washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. Cloud had never thought of Sephiroth as someone who would be able or willing to undertake such mundane tasks. He’d only seen the lofty and beautiful hero, standing at the vanguard, sword in hand, sweeping away enemies like chaff on the wind.

This ghost, however, was turning out to be quite the cheerful little domestic helper, willing to do whatever task was at hand, and very good at everything he put is hand to. He’d even piled more wood onto the fire, swept the floor, and tied up the garbage in a neat little bundle, by the door, to be carried away.

Cloud lay down in his bed, but seeing the teenaged boy curled up on the rug, by the fire, wrapped in his one blanket, was too much for his conscience.

“Seph,” he said. “It’s too cold to sleep on the floor. We can share the bed.”

The boy looked up timidly. “Are…are you sure?”

“Yeah, come on. If you get sick, it’ll just be more trouble for me.”

Thus reassured, Sephiroth hurried over in his blanket and threw it over the top of the others, then shimmied in under the covers.

“Oh,” he breathed. “Your bed is so soft!”

Cloud squinted. “Is it?”

“It’s the softest bed I’ve ever been in! It’s amazing!”

“It’s just a futon on a wood frame.”

“What’s a futon?”

“It’s um…a Wutaian mattress.”

For what seemed like a very long time, Cloud lay stiffly on his back, staring up at firelight dancing on the ceiling, and carefully avoiding touching the boy, who was writhing and wriggling about, like he had fleas. At long last, he seemed to get comfortable and settle down. But just as Cloud was closing his eyes to drift off—

“Cloud?”

“Hm.”

“Why does your hair stick up like that, but mine hangs down?”

“Dunno. This is just the way it is.”

“Can I…can I touch it?”

Cloud eyed him dubiously. “Can you touch it? I mean…I don’t know why you want to, but I guess so.”

Sephiroth reached out and delicately prodded the blonde spikes. “It feels just like my hair. I thought it would be more like goat hair.”

“What? Why goat hair?” Cloud scowled.

Sephiroth grinned and kept petting his head, absently scooting closer, till their knees touched.

Cloud’s stomach fluttered nervously, in spite of himself. Yes, he was an adult now, but this was his first love, after all. In his mind, he was suddenly eleven years old again, gazing at a Shinra recruitment poster he’d kept secreted away in his bedroom, daydreaming about what it would feel like to kiss those perfect lips.

“Ok, time to sleep,” he said abruptly, turning onto his side, with his back to Sephiroth.

“Goodnight, Cloud,” Sephiroth whispered, after a few minutes had passed.

“Goodnight, Seph. Now, no more talking.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY credit to @soundcrusher for the bellhop's name and backstory, which they let me borrow for this fic 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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kodaloveschris · 8 months ago

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Echoes of Silence

Matt Sturniolo paced the length of the small, rented cabin. The Versus Tour had taken a toll on all of them, but tonight was different. Tonight, Matt felt the weight of everything crashing down. Chris and Nick were out celebrating another successful show, but Matt had opted to stay behind. He needed the quiet, the solitude, to sort through the chaos in his mind.

He glanced at his phone, the screen lighting up with a picture of his brothers at a club. They were smiling, surrounded by fans, living in the moment. A pang of loneliness hit Matt hard. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t belong, that he was just a shadow in the bright lights of their fame.

His thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. It was a text from Nate.

Nate: Hey Matt, you okay? Saw the posts. Why aren’t you with them?

Matt sighed, typing a quick response.

Matt: Needed some time alone. Just… thinking.

He tossed his phone onto the couch and walked out onto the balcony. The cool night air did little to ease the turmoil inside him. He loved his brothers, but lately, he felt like he was drowning in their shadows. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to find his own place, his own voice.

The door creaked open, and Matt turned to see Chris standing there, concern etched across his face. “Matt? What are you doing out here?”

Matt shrugged, avoiding his brother’s gaze. “Just needed some air.”

Chris stepped closer, his brow furrowing. “Why didn’t you come out with us? We missed you.”

Matt’s heart ached at the words. “I just… I don’t know, Chris. Sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in. Like I’m just here because I’m your brother, not because I have anything to offer.”

Chris’s eyes widened in shock. “Matt, that’s not true. You’re a huge part of this. We wouldn’t be where we are without you.”

Matt shook his head, tears welling up. “It doesn’t feel that way. I see you and Nick out there, shining, and I feel like I’m just dragging you down.”

Before Chris could respond, Nick joined them on the balcony, his face pale with worry. “What’s going on?”

Chris looked at Matt, urging him to speak. Matt took a deep breath, his voice trembling. “I feel like I’m losing myself, Nick. Like I don’t belong.”

Nick’s eyes softened as he moved to Matt’s side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “You belong with us, Matt. Always. We’re sorry if we made you feel otherwise.”

Chris nodded, his voice earnest. “We get caught up in the craziness, but that doesn’t mean we don’t see you or appreciate you. You’re our brother, and we love you.”

Matt looked between them, the sincerity in their eyes breaking through the walls he had built around his heart. “I just want to find my own way, my own voice.”

Nick squeezed his shoulder. “And you will. We’ll help you, Matt. Whatever you need.”

Chris stepped closer, hugging Matt tightly. “We’re in this together. Always.”

As they stood there, the cool night air wrapping around them, Matt felt a glimmer of hope. The echoes of silence that had haunted him began to fade, replaced by the warmth of his brothers’ love and support. He wasn’t alone. He never had been.

Together, they could face anything

#the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fanfiction #sturniolo triplets imagines #matthew sturniolo

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alinasteelcrest · 5 months ago

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Safety welcomes them with open arms. How long will it last?

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Mr. Peterson opened the door for her. Polite of him.

“Sorry I can’t give you Lisa’s room,” he said, quiet and slow, like he was forcing the words out.

They’d always been a bit awkward.

“That’s perfectly alright,” Alina answered lightly. “This is more than I could have hoped for.”

“Don’t be silly. I know you and my girl were close. I could never turn you away. Especially not…”

Briefly, Alina wondered if he knew. She pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter now, did it?

Or maybe it did.

“I’ll… let you get settled in. Dinner’s at 7. I can bring it if you’d rather not eat with everyone, but it might be a good idea to visit, start getting used to each other.”

He reached for her, and Alina watched his hand warily from the corner of her eye. All he did, though, was give her a quick squeeze of the shoulder, and then he backed into the hallway, allowing her to enter the room properly.

She reached sideways with one leg to block the doorway and prevent Shoji’s dog from getting too excited and wreaking havoc on the place.

“Thank you again, sir.” She turned her head and looked at him. Eye contact was polite, even if it made her nervous to think that someone might find out about her recently developed issue.

He didn’t seem to notice, just dipped his head and walked away, muttering an “A’course,” under his breath.

Once he was some ways away, headed for the sitting room they’d passed as he led her to her new livingspace, she peeked into the bedroom.

It was very… brown. A couple of woven, colourfully striped blankets were folded and stacked on top of the duvet, but otherwise the room was largely just different shades of beige and brown. There was an animal skin rug halfway under the bed, she thought it must have been some kind of deer.

Everything looked handcrafted, the wooden bedframe and the cabinet beside it, the chair in the corner, the dresser on the other end of the room. The door frame, even.

There were nails in the wall, like paintings or photographs had once hung there. Alina guessed that Mr. Peterson had taken them to Lisa’s old room when he’d moved into it.

She pressed her lips together at the idea of her …missing… friend.

Mr. Peterson had lost his daughter. How awful. How truly, unbelievably awful. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

At least she knew where her kid was. At least she knew that he was safe.

Alina closed the door behind herself after she and Ember entered the room. The puppy dutifully marched around, inspecting everything within reach as Alina took her boots off and left them by the door with her bag.

She climbed onto the bed and tucked her knees up. Something poked awkwardly into her hip.

Right, the knife.

She unsheathed it and examined the dangerous blade and the sturdy handle. Was it made of wood? Was it Earth wood? Whatever it was, there was some kind of magic buried deep inside it. Allegedly.

She swiped her thumb against the intricate pattern on the hilt, touch lingering against the eye carved into the material.

Alina looked very small curled up in the middle of the large mattress she’d been loaned. Shoji couldn’t get the thought out of his mind.

Of course she was smaller than he was, but something was different about her, here and now.

Maybe it was how tall this bed was. Maybe the gap between the frame and the floor made it seem bigger than the bed she’d had at home, though the mattresses appeared the same size. Or maybe it was the way she’d tucked her knees up to her chest, the way she’d hugged them even more tightly against herself.

Maybe it was the distant, haunted look in her eyes as she stared unblinkingly at the far wall of the wooden cabin.

It was probably that.

“This place isn’t so bad,” he offered.

He was lying, of course. It would never compare to their home, it would never compare to being with his family, but… It wasn’t awful. Not now, at least.

Starshine Ranch had never been particularly appealing to him. The people here were rough, the rub-some-dirt-in-it type. The athletics were similar, barrel racing and pole bending and cow herding, all dirty work that would leave him covered in dust. It made him itch just to think about it.

He certainly could find it in himself to complain about everything, but he swallowed it down, forcing himself to be grateful instead.

And yeah, okay, he was grateful. Really. At the beginning of this whole mess, Carl Peterson had taken his brother in without batting an eye. That meant that they were reunited, now. He’d spent the past few days standing beside Slade just because he could. It was such an unbelievable relief to find a scrap of familiarity after losing everything.

But that wasn’t even the important part, because they’d welcomed Alina in with open arms, too.

There was no reason why they wouldn’t have. She’d given them a free workhorse, she’d been reliable before, and they had no idea that she was half blind. Why wouldn’t they take in another set of hardworking hands?

Still, it was a weight off of his shoulders, knowing that he had someone else to help keep her safe.

“Alina?” he asked quietly, moving closer.

She didn’t even look at him.

“Hey.”

He nudged her with his nose, and she reacted on autopilot, one hand releasing her legs and catching her weight before she toppled over. The other uncurled as well, after a moment, and she reached up to cup his jaw.

Finally, finally, she turned her head to face him. Her gaze developed a sudden clarity.

“Forgive me,” she said.

Alarm spiked through him.

“For what?”

“I want to go find Jesse.”

He snorted quietly, ears flicking backwards. He forced them straight again.

“Who knows where he is? It’s been months, Alina. He’d have shown his face if he wanted to be found.”

“Hush,” she said, voice going soft. Then, it hardened again, “I know him. You know him. He’ll want to protect his herd. He’s probably in charge of the whole Wildwoods at this point. He won’t be able to leave them, so I have to go to him.”

“Don’t…” Don’t what? Don’t be silly? He couldn’t belittle her like that, and besides, her logic was sound. Most of it, anyway. “We just got here. And you saw how dangerous it was in Silverglade. It’ll be dangerous on the way to Firgrove, too, and in the forest.”

Would she ever stop chasing Jesse? Why wasn’t he enough for her?

“I’ll stay for a few more days, see if I can’t get some food and supplies, but I’m going.”

Sudden anger burned beneath Shoji’s skin. It snapped across his back in tiny arcs of static, and Alina squinted warily. She wasn’t scared of him, of his Lightning, but his loose control over his emotions and magic had probably just called those things towards them.

Well, they were safe inside, so she didn’t need to worry about them.

She was safe. She was inside. She had easily accessible food- A variety of it, even! There was electricity and running water here, and his brother, who had been so desperately excited to see them again that even the vague memory of it made Shoji’s chest hurt.

She would leave him again, after they’d just left everyone else?

She would have Shoji leave him?

He tried to reason with her again, “Those wild horses don’t even like humans. They’ll be so much worse now, you know they will. They won’t even let us in.”

“I’m going.”

He allowed his ears to fold back, showing her how much he hated this idea. She dropped her hand from his face, which… stung a little.

At the end of the bed, Ember shuffled against the duvet in his sleep, distracting them from their staring match.

“Are we taking him?” he asked lowly. He couldn’t decide which option was worse, dragging the puppy along on this stupid quest, or leaving him behind.

After a long moment, Alina’s gaze moved back towards Shoji, “We?”

“You can be so dumb sometimes,” he told her, and then shoved her with his head so that she fell over.

“Hey!”

He kept his head against her, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Don’t ever think that I’d make you do this alone.”

#riders of fallen dawn #my fic #alina #shoji #RoFD AU #Don't drag everyone down with you when you make your hasty decisions‚ silly girl.

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tabithatwo · 2 years ago

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Ella Purnell I'M IN YOUR WALLS..... I WANT THAT MOMENT WHERE SHAUNA GETS HER BACK TO BE IN THE FINALE PLEASE GOD. LET'S MANIFEST IT. YOU'RE SO RIGHT THEY ARE SETTING IT UP. THEY HAVE NOT JUST DROPPED THAT STORYLINE THANK FUCK I WAS SO WORRIED THERE FOR A SEC. JACKIE HAUNTING SHAUNA IS SO UNBELIEVABLY CRUCIAL IT CANNOT LITERALLY JUST DISAPPEAR IT WOULD MAKE NO NARRATIVE SENSE WHATSOEVER!!!! I need to calm down but I do think, even if I dislike the creative choice due to my Jackie Bias, that it does make sense for Shauna to temporarily lose the ability to hallucinate her after cannibalizing her and thus feeling the absence of her physical body. Jackie is inside her now but she can't see her so it's not as easy as projecting that false image of her being alive onto her corpse like she was before. Actually kind of excited to see what will allow Shauna to conjure her up again.... In my mind the Jackie we've seen thus far truly was a hallucination because she was so clearly vocalizing Shauna's subconscious desires BUT I desperately want them to actually communicate. I want Shauna to see Jackie and have a conversation with her and for it to genuinely feel like Jackie's ghost. Need Jackie to be tangible I miss my girl so bad. I know she's got shit to say LET HER SPEAK! I know you might not answer this ask but I'd love your thoughts !!!!

ELLA HAS BEEN TRYING SHE'S BEEN LIKE HEYYYYYYY YELLOWJACKETS LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY JACKIE TAYLOR MORE which is why it is so frustrating to me like DAMN i am in the walls of the showtime execs who didn't wanna pay for her ass and/or showrunners who didn't wanna use her WHATEVER. my biggest fear is the lack of her presence (ella or not!) in 2021 HOWEVER i think that this show is very WILLING to do a thing i don't love but need to get on board with i guess, which is completely reshape the way the adults interact with things based on what we're seeing unfold in 96 (nobody come explain narrative storytelling to me PLEASE i beg you, i've learned to give so many disclaimers that i Understand Things now cause BOY do people want to educate you, i understand pulling focus to a theme i pinky promise!!! i just think that, partly because of all the other characters and storylines they crammed into 21, they shift to a degree that Lacks The Level Of Character Continuity That I Desire, okay it is a personal PREFERENCE, if you don't care about that i am SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!) sorry anon, for the obligatory pls know i understand things aside. NOW 96 jackie. yes yes yes agree!! meat shed jackie that we've had was hallucination, with near 100% certainty. i think that if they're planning on delivering on all the threads they start to unravel in this show (which doesn't always happen in any show so i am cautious in my optimism) they have got to do something with 1x10. the cabin guy presence in the dream realm is really a firm suggestion that there are ghosts happening. laura lee can be written off as a dream they would have, but he is NOT. now i DO think they're putting way too much effort into this dream realm to NOT have it be developed or mean something, and i think that the separation between everyone else in jackie's death dream and cabin guy and laura lee coming in and welcoming her is pretty concrete. there is...whatever the fuck the uncanny valley versions of the yellowjackets are (i think they're "it" playing tricksy games personally) and the Actual Dead (cabin guy, laura lee, jackie). SO ALL THIS TO SAY yeah. i think there is real potential for them to pick up that thread and establish ghost jackie. i think there is also potential for her and shauna to communicate. i think PERSONALLY (no one come to my asks to tell me this is stupid i literally cannot handle you today okay give a girl a break i beg) that there's a very good chance that by the end of the show shauna in the 21 timeline sees/communicates with/(joins?) ghost jackie, whether she gets to see her in 96 tl or not. these are my thoughts they have diverted maybe from your point and if so i am so sorry lol along those lines i have RAGING adhd, so when you say i might not answer i hope it isn't because i haven't responded to an ask you've sent me before but if it is i promise it isn't personal! this goes to anyone else too, like i really have 17 things happening at once at all times and i drop the ball sometimes lol but know that i love to hear people's thoughts <3 <3

#asks answered #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #jackie x shauna #yellowjackets

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alwysnangel · 2 years ago

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the cabin almost being a character in itself is really interesting, this thing that protects them, that is haunted in some way (the creaking, the blood seeping from the walls even if you argue thats just mari going crazy, the birds mass suiciding on the roof, lottie getting possessed) this thing that is their only hope to survive the winter without all ending up like jackie, it burning down makes you wonder how they continued surviving without it bc theres not a lot of other options

- they return to the plane and somehow fix it enough to keep them warm

- they find the hideaway(whatever you wanna call the underground hovel thing ben is currently in)

- somehow find another cabin in which i will genuinely believe there is a spirit bc wtf

- construct something of the rubble somehow

there is arguably an infinite amount of possibilities but my best bets are the plane or the hideaway. i think ben will have to pay for what he does bc no doubt nat puts the pieces together. the only person missing who just told her of a place they could survive winter in together and is probably cold and hungry and obviously resents the girls for resorting to eating jackie and now javi. she may not voice it immediately but she’ll know and when she does tell the other i dont know if she’ll go full on hunt him down mode but considering their past behavior when they believe their queen has been wronged (ie the nat v lottie hunt) they will want some kind of retribution. trying to kill them is alot worse than calling their queen crazy lmao, i firmly believe he wont last long in s3 and if he does he will be actively hunted in some capacity the whole time.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #anti ben club rise up #the fact travis is the only guy who forsure survives the wilderness is so telling honestly #i stand by the spirit probably exists or is some group psychosis thing #either way they are using it as reasoning to act this way and that will not end well for ben #i think misty should deliver the killing blow as a poetic i saved/gave you life and i will end it too moment #or maybe nat does bc yk what i havent loved how hes attached himself to her to be completely honest! !#idc if its a survival situation its weird to be besties with the teenage girl ben!!

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feyhunter78 · 2 years ago

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Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea (9/?)

Description: Helaena adjusts to life on the ship, while Aemond laments his current situation

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Helaena adjusted to life quickly on the ship. She’s awoken each morning by Jacaerys’ lips ghosting over her eyelids as he regretfully parts from her, torn away by his duties as captain. Then she sleeps a while longer, rising when she pleased, and making her way to the Sick Bay to assist Alyra with whatever she might need help with, as she eats her breakfast. Once that is finished, she ventures up to the deck and climbs up into the Crow’s Nest with Lucerys.

Lucerys is a kind boy, merely ten and nine to her twenty-three. He spends his time helping her learn the names of the crew, and ways of detecting when a storm is brewing. He, like her, has a hard time going from land to ship. So, they bond over tips and tricks to stave off the nausea so that they don’t spend all day following Alyra around and begging her to ease their suffering.

Her dreams are different now, when she’s not with Jacaerys, they are filled with churning waves, haunting voices, and a shimmering blue glow. She hasn’t worked up the nerves to bring these new revelations to Jacaerys or Alyra, but she knows she must. Especially when the voices bleed over from her dreams and into the waking world.

She leans on the railing, watching the ship cut through the water with ease, the white spray filling the air, the cry of seagulls above her.

Helaena.

She startled, glancing around, but no one was looking at her.

My daughter, my Helaena. The voice is beautiful, soft, and enthralling.

Helaena leans further over the railing, something in the water catching her eye.

There’s something shimmering just below the surface of the waves, she feels a pull, a desperate need to discover what it is, to follow that voice. The world around her goes quiet, and the rocking of the ship fades away as she focused on the shimmering, darting figure.

She had to see it, had to know what lingered beneath the water. She stretched her hand out, leaning further and—

“Helaena!” Alyra’s sharp voice cut through the quiet, and suddenly she’s wrenched from the railing.

She looked at Alyra. Her grip is tight on her, almost bruising Helaena’s upper arms, her eyes frantic. “What the hells are you doing? You could’ve fallen overboard.”

“I thought I…” She glanced back at the water, and a dolphin breached the surface before diving back down.

“You thought?” Alyra prompted, her fingers digging into Helaena’s arms.

Helaena shook her head, clearing the lingering fog from her mind. “I thought I saw something; it was a dolphin.”

Alyra’s grip loosened and she smiled. “Oh, alright, well be more cautious next time. Jace would end me if you fell into the drink.”

Helaena nodded. “Of course, I’m so sorry to worry you.”

Alyra shook her head, guiding Helaena away from the railing and into the Great Cabin, where Jacaerys was bent over a map. “It’s your husband that worries much more than I.”

Jacaerys raised an eyebrow. “Are you speaking poison into the ear of my wife?”

Alyra rolled her eyes and sat in a nearby chair with an amused huff. “Yes, Jace, I am actively trying to turn Helaena against you.”

He crossed his arms. “I knew it, traitor.”

Alyra snorted, and Jacaerys burst into jovial laughter.

Helaena stood by the table, unsure of the reason for her being brought here, fiddling with the embroidery on her sleeves. Watching Alyra and Jacaerys made her long for Aemond. She missed her brother dearly.

“My flower, please, sit. We have something to show you.” Jacaerys said, pulling out a chair for her.

She sat gracefully and eyed the map. “A map? I appreciate your willingness to include me in your endeavors, husband, but I have seen a map before.”

“It’s no ordinary map, see these markings?” He pointed to a scattering of symbols. “It’s a code.”

She leaned forward, eyes following his finger as it followed the trail of scribbled symbols. A code? Were they after buried treasure?

“He’s being vague for the purpose of dramatics, the island is rumored to hold untold treasures, but also said to be deeply cursed.” Alyra said, pointing to the sprawling writing along the edge of the map.

“Sail west until you hear the laments of the lover, then offer your tithes and follow the guide through the moon.” Helaena read aloud, brow furrowing in confusion.

She caught the glance Alyra and Jacaerys shared as she looked to them for an explanation. “Laments of the lovers? Follow the guide through the moon? This sounds quite like a fairy tale.”

Alyra traced the looping handwriting with her finger. “Unfortunately, it’s not.”

“I was under the impression that the Targaryen and Strong family were quite wealthy, why are you searching for cursed treasure?”

Jacaerys’ eyes flickered to Alyra, whose hand went flat on the table. “It must be done.” She whispered, so quietly, Helaena wondered if Alyra was aware the words had slipped past her lips.

“Curses don’t frighten us, not when we have you and Alyra. A healer and a seer, no curse would dare take root within us.” Jacaerys said, rounding the table so that he could take Helaena’s hand. “Now, are you hungry, my flower?”

Mutiny, a barbaric custom. One that he had fallen victim to. Aemond sat in a rundown tavern, centered in a lawless city, drinking slowly as he observed the scene around him. His brother would jump at the chance to be in such a depravity filled place such as this. Rum and ale flowed freely, men and women intertwined themselves in vulgar displays on every street corner, and pirates seemed to come and go without a word from the law.

The law. Bumbling idiots passed out underneath tavern tables or holed up in their barracks, their pockets lined with blood money.

Fingers trailed down his arm, a flash of golden hair and for a moment his heart leapt, his back straightening.

“Good evening handsome, care for some company?”

He slumped back down and waved the woman off. That was not Lady Alyra, his sweet-voiced nightingale, she was merely some common streetwalker.

Aemond drained the last of his drink, throwing a few coins onto the table and departing, avoiding the drunks that lumbered through the streets as he returned to his pitiful excuse of a room.

He shed his boots and cloak, making sure the door and window were locked before he removed his eye patch. The sapphire within was a gift from Helaena, his dear sister. His head was throbbing terribly, and the rum hadn’t alleviated the pain as promised. He laid down on the thin straw mattress and massaged the areas around his eye, the scar tissue still prominent underneath his fingertips.

With his eyes closed, he attempted to pretend it was Alyra’s fingers instead of his own. Her cool skin brushing over the scars, gentle but firm pressure on the skin as her other hand carded through his hair, sending pleasurable shivers throughout his body.

She would press a soft kiss to the area, whispering his name and any pleasant thoughts of hers as she eased the pain in his head.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out her glove, pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. Honeysuckle and lavender, overwhelmed his senses, bringing to mind the desperate look in her eyes, how she had gripped his face with such intensity, her lips moving against his with such passion. It felt traitorous to even speak, to let the taste of her wash away for even a moment, and yet he had to. He had to in order to be with her once more.

“Alyra.” He breathed, offering her name to the night, praying they would bring her back to him, if only in his dreams. He slipped her glove back into his pocket and blew out the lone candle, perhaps he would awaken to find himself home, Alyra beside him, clinging to him in the soft morning light. Perhaps this was all a terrible dream. Gods, he hoped so.

Since these chapters are coming out slower, I'll start putting my tag list in again!

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#meg's writing #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfics #aemond targaryen #jacaerys x helaena #jacelaena #aemond x oc #aemond x alyra #t&c series #redoing t&c #pirate au #hotd au #jacaerys velaryon #helaena targaryen #alyra hawthorne

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tazzmanian-devil · 1 year ago

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Welcome to Night Vale, The Magnus Archives, Red Valley, Creepy Podska, qanon anonymous, Stuff You Missed in History Class, wayne radio tv, the edge of sleep,

Under the Dome, Gideon the Ninth, Dungeon Meishi, The Celluloid Closet, Harrow the Ninth, Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, The Fox and the Hound, House of Leaves, Stone Butch Blues, Wool, The Slow Regard of Silent Things, that photo book, For Folk's Sake, the ROTTMNT Comic Book, The Prince, Discourses, The Art of War, Five Rings, this is how you die, The Rescuers, asops fables, the raven cycle, reanimator, watership down, the wizard of oz, beastars, the most dangerous game, how Europe underdeveloped Africa, sappho

#talking #for my own reference

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hearts-hunger · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the 2023 GVF Fic Writers Halloween Event! Prompts are below the cut, but first, some info about this very spooky affair.

٭ The rules are simple: pick a prompt from the list below and write a fic about it! The prompts range from particularly Halloween-y to just general autumnal vibes, and you're welcome to riff off any of them in any way you choose. On your post, please note which prompt (or prompts) you picked for your fic!

٭ This event is open to all GVF writers, whether you're a seasoned vet or a first-time writer! If you're a reader, show your love for GVF writers by liking their fics, reblogging them, and commenting in the reblog or even just in the tags. All fics from this event will be reblogged by me and added to a masterlist that will be linked in my bio!

٭ Fics can be written for any and all pairings — x reader, slash, platonic, x oc, multi, whatever you like! It's also open to any length fics (blurbs, oneshots, series) and all genres, from vampire sexy to candy sweet to scary movie spooky and everything in between. Please make sure to clearly tag any potential triggers in your fic — we want this event to be accessible and fun for everyone. Please also use a readmore in any fics that are longer than blurb length, just to keep the dash tidy.

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٭ Tag your fics with #gvfhalloweenfics. To make sure I don't miss your fic, please tag me (@hearts-hunger) so I can reblog your fic and add it to the masterlist!

٭ The deadline is technically October 31st, but I'm happy to add fics to the masterlist any time before or after Halloween if your creative energy is grooving or lagging. You can also write as many fics as you want!

٭ Now that I've talked your ear off, let me say one last thing before we get to the prompts: my asks (with anon) and dms are always open for any questions about this event! Please reblog this post to get the word out, and tag any writers you think might be interested! Happy writing, and happy Halloween!

1. carnival haunted house 2. real haunted house 3. pumpkin patch 4. apple orchard 5. scary movie night 6. campfire ghost stories 7. baking halloween treats 8. carving pumpkins 9. trick or treating 10. decorating for halloween 11. making costumes 12. putting on halloween makeup 13. halloween bar crawl 14. ghost hunting 15. monster/ghost/witch au 16. county fair 17. halloween party 18. exploring a graveyard 19. adopting a black cat 20. playing with a ouija board 21. buying halloween decor 22. dark magic 23. a walk through the woods 24. cosy coffee date 25. camping trip 26. hay ride 27. local oktoberfest 28. cabin vacation 29. halloween/autumn wedding 30. starting a new halloween tradition 31. fic based on a halloween song

#if this flops literally it didn't ever happen so <3 #but i hope it won't!!! <333 #gvfhalloweenfics #gvf fic writers halloween event

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askthesinclairs · 4 months ago

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"Les...ter..."

I hope Lester gets away from this place. Moves on and lives a long and happy life with someone who'll protect him better than I could.

He deserves that, at least.

I'll never forgive them. I will haunt this fucking town and destroy them.

I want to tell Lester it's going to be ok. I'll be with him. That death won't part us...

I want to tell him so much.

I want to beg his forgiveness for leaving him alone.

(Whyyyy?? Was I posting too much?)

well sometimes i just kill people.. for.. for fun- i did the same thing a few times on my Sawyer blog. -v- dont worry though!1! u could always pull up again and start a new rp! guess i just wanted something exciting, sorryyy)) Vincent dropped your body onto the floor, right on top of Lester.

"lets get goin'. you know what to do."

Vincent sighed watching Bo leave and get in the truck. he took out a small flask and poured the liquid over the two of you, then some around the house, whatever was the least.. flammable. He then took a match and lit it, dropping it onto you both.. "..now y'all could be together.. at least.." he whispered and made a run for it outside to the truck as the place begun to burn.. starting with your bodies, then the rest of the wooden cabin. The twins drove away from the now burning building. Vincent will feel forever guilty and Bo..? he may miss Lester sometimes.. but thats the least of his worries. He has a town to run.

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eocaightheadventurer · 2 years ago

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I once had a dream that shook me to my core and made it so I would never be the same person again. I had stumbled upon a cabin in the woods where I found a man, presumes to be a murderer, I was going to kill him. He begged me, saying that he had a wife and an infant in the cabin, why would he say this? There was no crying of an infant in the loud situation, there was no reason for him to reveal that there were others in the cabin. I killed him, believing he was lying. Then, I strung him up on a ceiling beam using a large rope. I then looked around the cabin. What I found will always reverberate within my soul. There was a young woman, blodied and missing parts of her face and most of her fingers. Then, the child she held had a large chunk torn out from the top of his head, it's brain exposed but missing several peices. The woman was in complete distress, crying and holding tight to her child which was more of a toddler but he was in a vegetative state. I told her that she would be safe now, and she explained that the father was a cannible, forcing her to use parts of her own and her child's bodies whenever the man could not bring home a body. The woman and child were starkingly skinny compared to the larger man. She continued saying that she was forced to do whatever the man wanted or face the death of her child, one night the man would force the mother to cook the entire brain of the child, or he would simply kill them both, the woman would plead and only a chunk of the child's brain would have to be cooked for that night. It was suprising that the child would be alive at all, after what I would have assumed to be a large ammount of fluid and blood loss after this canabilistic lobotomy. I had rescued them, but I was years late to have ever saved them. Within the dream a jump in time occured, I visited the woman in a trailer park, she was mostly healed but still disformed in her face. The child had sadly passed and she was left alone, living with a kind older woman who had heard her story.

The monstrosity and gore I had witnessed within this dream has been watered down exeptionally within this post. Not a day goes by without thinking of these scenes, continuously playing in my mind. I may be silly or laugh aometimes but I will never forget this abomination to mankind that my own psyche has produced. This of course isn't the worse of mankind's diabolical stories, yet it is one that steeps from a possible reality without the help of the occult. It is something I will come to regret leaving on the internet for other's to see, releasing this into the minds of others. Of course whatever others may imagine, it will not compare to tje vomit-inducing sight of a butchered mother crying and holding her son close with whatever strength she had left, the son equally butchered, both covered in their own blood with body parts missing and their insides being barely kept in with weak stitching and dirty bandages. This sight, which I have never and will never describe in full, will forever haunt me even past my dying days.

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gilded-fern · 2 years ago

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Kratos x Reader Relationship Ramblings

A/N: Hello! God of War Ragnarok has quickly become one of my favorite games and Kratos is one of my favorite characters. These are some thoughts on what a relationship with Kratos would be like along with a brief mention of Mimir and Atreus at the end. Meant to take place before God of War Ragnarok but after 2018 God of War. Was written with the intent of the reader being female but I don’t think I use any gendered language (correct me if I’m wrong tho!). Enjoy!

Word Count: 541

Warnings: None

The beginning of your relationship is rocky and met with hesitance. Kratos has grieved Faye properly, and he does miss her dearly. At night the man wonders if Faye saw Kratos falling in love again after her death, was she mad about it? Would she be happy? These are only a handful of the doubts and concerns he has, don't even mention how he truly feels about being with you.

Kratos does not think he is worthy of love again. The man is still haunted by the blood on his hands and the ash that stains his skin. Kratos has lost so very much, especially those he loves romantically.

Kratos is quiet and not the most physically affectionate person out there. Kratos' main love languages when you first start a romantic relationship are acts of service and gifts. You offhandedly mention you need to chop more firewood or need a specific item. Next thing you know, the item is conveniently placed nearby and the wood pile is fully stocked.

When Kratos begins to feel more secure in the relationship, his anxieties and fears are soothed by your love. Expect the stoic man to engage in physical affection a bit more. It's small, Kratos resting a hand on the small of your back as he leans over you to see whatever little hobby you are doing. You’ll wake up in the morning to being securely wrapped up in his arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck. But that's on the rare chance you even wake up earlier than him, Kratos wakes up before the sun has even risen.

I believe Kratos would appreciate a lover who is capable and can take care of themself but not a fighter. If the situation called for you to defend yourself, you could but you don’t seek fights.

Your daily routine consists of normal household chores, you usually cook, clean, and fix the hole Atreus created in his shirt for the 3rd time that week. Not because Kratos is unable to but because the man thinks of food as just sustenance and you prefer your stews to not being plain with just deer meat.

Kratos spends his days' training, hunting, and doing physical upkeep around the home. The spartan is constantly finding something to fix, whether it be a hole in the roof or he refuses to believe his axe is sharpened enough Kratos is always doing something. It's impossible to get this man to do nothing for a moment.

You take Kratos's workaholic nature as a challenge, often distracting the man during the day. Atreus finds it entertaining as you playfully jump on the man's back, Kratos knows the second you walk out of the cabin you can’t scare him, pestering him until he stops whatever task he’s obsessed with and gives you attention.

Mimir enjoys your company, the head telling you stories to fill the silence as you work. Changing the book he is ready when he finishes.

Atreus adores you, you add calmer and warmer energy into the home which is a nice change of pace for the young man. Atreus is happy to see a softer side of his father with you, one he’s never really been able to see.

#kratos x reader #kratos #god of war #reader insert

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redxixi · 2 years ago

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pleasure cabin

werewolf AU

content warning: werewolf!dabi AU, NSFW thoughts, kidnapping, corupption, naked people?,shapeshifting dabi, a bit of reader gettin pyshically hurt (not absure)

A/N : this is my first time writing something this long or writing anything in particular i hope its good. you can expect a part 2 of this. my asks will be open sooo ask whatever you want. might be slight grammar error pls bear in mind english isnt my first language lol.

you wake up to the sound of a buzzing alarm clock causing youre head to pound. you roll over turning it off and stare at the ceiling trying to remain awake.

you were never really a moring person, you like nights better than the moring. At night its far more calming and peaceful than in the moring. Full moon nights were the best. youd often go out of the city, into the woods where you have a little cabin that youre grandparents used to own. about a couple miles away from the cabin, deeper into the woods, lies a beautiful lake where the moonlight reflects on the water and illuminates the surrounding area. youd often go there once a week to get away from the hustle and bustle of the college campus.

today was friday so that meant you could go there after class and you couldnt wait.

pulling youre sheets off of you and heading into the bathroom where you already miss the warmth of youre bed,you force youre self to take a cold bath since that always woke you up. after youre done with youre shower you look at the time.

"6:00"

realizing you will probaly be late for class you quickly throw on youre favorite oversized shirt and mom jeans along with a pair of boots that youre mother once owned.

"i wonder how mom is doing lately" you wonder while putting on the pair of boots

on youre way to class you bought a couple of donuts and a coffee. you never liked coffee but that was the only thing you could afford at the time and it was cheap so you forced your self to drink the bitter beverge and head to class.

"Y/N" you hear youre name so you turned around. "wait for meee, i missed youu so muchhh" you look at the brown haired girl."Uraraka you saw me yesterday stop being dramatic" you say sarcastically to youre best friend. Uraraka has been youre only friend since high school, the 2 of you were like sisters. Uraraka has always been a pretty girl that gets along with everyone. she the extroverted friend that adopted you, the introverted friend and since then you 2 have been through everything together.

"stopp being so meann anyway i realllyy need youre help" she says with a desperate face. "can we pleaseee switch partners for the math assigment. i really wanna do this with deku, im thinking of asking him out tonight so if you switched it would be a big help." she says while holding both youre hands.

"sure i dont mind switching, btw who is youre partner again?"

"i got paired with uhhh dabi" she says with a worried look on her face.

"oh dont worry its no big deal as long as hes okay with us switching then im fine"

"REALLY you mean it omg YOURE THE BEST thankk you soooo muchhhh" she says while bear hugging you

"nway i gotta get to class see ya BYE." she says while running away to her class.

"this isnt good...im not fine." you think about dabi and his face, how he haunts youre dreams, youre thoughts, youre life. you never realised when this happend. at the beginning of the semester when you heard that the devilishly handsome looking man would be in youre class you couldnt help but feel a bit exited. when you got to class that day and sat in the back like you always do to avoid people he came and sat right next to you.

"goodmoring angel" he said in a deep sexy voice. youre cheeks grew red

"goodmoring." you say back in a shaky voice. that nickname and deep voice did something to youre insides and youre core. that day you couldnt focus on anything the teacher said. instead you kept admiring him.

his hands.

his hands were adorned in beautiful skull like rings and he painted his nails black. his forearms had veins going all the way up and he had a beatiful snake tattoo on his forearm. "his hands are bigger than mine." you thought. you couldnt help but wonder how they would look like around youre neck, between youre thighs and in youre mouth. "he must have done that with alot of girls." you wonder.

since that day he sat next to you everyday becoming even more attractive, if that was even possible. you look forward to going to class now too and today isnt any diffrent. entering class you look around and take youre seat where you usually sit waiting for youre dark prince to show up. but he never did.

the entire day you hadnt seen dabi nor heard from him. you missed him and started to grow worried. durning luch you felt down cause he wasnt there. "where is he? is he hurt? sick? did and accident happen?" you frantically start to overthink. in search of awnsers you head over to Ochako's class. you remeber her saying dabi's brother, shoto sits in her class so you decide to go ask him about it. on youre way there you passed the headmasters office where you hear a fimiliar voice. taking a peak through the window you see dabi talking to the headmaster."whats he doing here?" you wisper to your self.

"i wont be able to come to school for atleast 2 weaks...somthing came up in my family and its urgent." 2 WEEKS?! he will be gone for 2 weeks you felt sad,confused, angry. why was he leaving for 2 weeks? what happend in his family? will he be alright? will he ever come back? you felt light headed so yu decided to head home. you felt torn on the inside and you had a splitting headache. arriving home you took a hot bath and layed in bed thinking about today and how you wouldnt be able to see dabi for the next 2 weeks. not to mention you got alot of unfinished homework and assigments left you didnt do. this was all too much. you decided to forget all about everything and go to the cabin where you could relax and do youre work in peace. you took out youre suitcase threw some clothes in and headed out.

when you arrived at the cabin it was already 5:00 it was about to get dark. you took out your suitcase and keys and headed inside the cabin. it was a neat looking,2 story tall cabin with a nice porch outside and beautiful garden. going inside you head upstairs to the master bedroom where you just threw your self on the bed. you where exausthed. you probably should have taken a bath but you didnt have the strenght. slowly you feel youre eyelids getting heavy and drifting into sleep.

you woke up around 4:00 am that night feeling better. you head downstairs to drink some water, since you couldnt sleep anymore. after that you headed to the upstairs balcony and started into the silent and mysterious woods. there was a bit of fog that was hanging on the trees making everything seem like it as from a horror movie. it was a full moon night. the moonlight illuminated the area making it seem like the abyss of the woods came to life,as if the woods where trying to warn you of the danger that will overcome you. you felt sticky and sweaty, in desperate need of a bath you make the oh so great decision to go swim in the lake. the woods may scare other people but you basically grew up here with youre mother and it felt like home. the fog,the silence,the howling wind, it seemed like all of it is your friend. and tonight those friends where telling you something. but you shook it off as your "imagination". taking your bathrobe and phone you head towards the lake, the fog was thick and howling wind was loud. after a while you reached the lake and its as beautiful as ever, the moonlight reflected its light on the clear water making it shine like diamonds and the fog made it seem like the sky came down just to great you.

but something was off and you could feel it, it was as if something were watching you, waiting for a moment to attack its prey,that prey being you. you felt a bit anxious so you stripped of your clothes, put on your towel and went in the lake. it was the perfect temperture, you found youreself getting lost in the oh so relaxing feeling of water against your skin. you soon forgot the anxious feeling, the only feeling you felt was peace, comfort and tranquility. nearby you in the woods were a pair of dark blue eyes stalking your every movement, maping out the curves of youre body, taking in the form of your supple looking breasts and the curves of your waist. "she looks like a goddess." the blue eyed man thought to himself and he was not lying. you looked so elegantly in the lake, the moonlight reflected of your body making you look a pure maiden of the gods. "its as if the moon god himself sent you down from heaven" the blue eyes man couldnt help but want to ravish you, you looked so innocent, so curruptible, so breakable. he would make you scream his name for hours, giving you all the pleasure you wanted, filling you to the core with his children, making you his. these thoughts dwelled in his mind as you swam so peacefully unbeknowing of the terror that was about to come upon you.

after a couple minutes of swimming you decided to get out. putting on your bathrobe and gathering all your stuff, you are ready to leave when you hear some tweaking in the woods next to you. its probably nothing you think trying not to panic but as you where about to turn around you hear growling. wolfs? cyotes? no thats impossible you lifed here all your life and you never heard of any wolfes or cyotes being here. emerging from the shadow was indead a wolf but not a regular wolf, this wolf was huge about 6 feet tall and it looked as big as a car. you froze unable to procces anything from fear, the blue eyed monstorous figure slowly stalked towards you and you didnt dare move. the figure stopped in its tracks and the both of you looked at eachother, it was strange, you felt as if you have know this figure, its sky blue eyes reminded you of a certain someone.

CRACK. you heared a loud cracking sound from behind the figure causing it to turn its head and as soon as it did that you ran. you didnt know where you where going but you just ran. you head footsteps from behind you and knew that thing was on your trails, you ran deeper into the woods into an area that you dont recognize. the trees seem bigger and its branches too, you kept getting scrached from its roots but the pain only seemed to push you into running faster. soon you run into a big root from one of the trees that you didnt see.

CRACK

the sound of your ankle breaking was heard vividly. you fell into the ground screaming, crying and didnt know where you are. as soon as you looked behind you there he was, the blue eyed figure, waching you closely, you were his prey, and he was your preditor. you couldnt help but cry. "please i dont wanna die" you say sobbing, you didnt want to die, you wanted to see your mom, graduate, you wanted to see dabi and if possible be his. as if the figure understood your plea it backed away a couple inches and howled loudly. the figure started to transform, it was getting smaller, its paws were shrinking and it started to look like...a human?

"my dearest Y/N dont be afraid i would never dream of hurting you. dont you recognize me my love?" you couldnt believe what you were seeing. the blue eyes monster was now a human and not just any human, it was dabi. youre dabi, the one you fell in love with. you felt dizzy you couldnt procces what was going on and the pain in your ankle made it worse. you cant think straight, your eyes closed you felt your consciousness slipping away from you, as your unconscious body is about to fall dabi leaps forward and catches you.

"oh my sweat angel sleep well once you wake up you will be all mine"

and you would,once you woke up your whole world would become upside down, your whole world would become his.

(A/N : part 2? maybe? probably?)

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