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titania-sleeps · 11 months ago

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Submissive Omega Yandere x Alpha Reader

hi guys it's tmr and i was able to cut down some of the words! i left out the full ver of his first heat and your first rut so that'll be a dif post

idk if i should go fully into omegaverse stuff and just give reader a dick regardless of gender (cause apparently female alphas have retractable dicks) so i'm avoiding that for now

edit: more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Rides You, First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse (heats, ruts, yknow), minors DNI pls

• Adonis and you have been fuck buddies for three years now. At first, it was out of necessity; you were both teenagers with raging hormones, and being an omega and alpha respectively meant that the two of you had a difficult time taking care of your needs on your own.

• Adonis was surprised when you proposed the idea to him in your third year of high school. The two of you were good friends by then, and you probably knew of his plight. However, his heart raced nonetheless and he wondered if you secretly had a crush on him. He wouldn't have minded if you did, since you were his type! Sadly, you made it clear to him that you weren't interested in him as a romantic partner, only as a sexual partner.

• Adonis didn't let that deter him, however. He couldn't deny that he felt a little disappointed, but he didn't think too much of it at that time. As long as he didn't fall in love with you, everything would be alright.

• Adonis fucked up. Two months into your friends w/ benefit situation with him, he'd already caught feelings. Whenever he was around you, his pulse would increase and his senses would go into overdrive. Even when the two of you weren't fucking like rabbits, his hole was dripping for you.

• Adonis cursed at himself every time he went on a date with you. (They were dates because he considered it so and he would take no other opinions.) It was especially terrible when you went shopping with him. He couldn't help himself but think about you fucking him senseless in the changing rooms. Just the thought of it alone had him squeezing his thighs, his breaths heavy.

• Adonis tried to hide it from you, but you easily noticed his rose scent growing stronger. You would pull him to the side and ask him gently if he was in heat. The worst part was that he wasn't. He was simply always like this around you.

• Adonis loved that you never asked any further questions. You would quickly take him home and tell him to strip. And strip he gladly did. He didn't have the time to prepare himself for you, but you didn't need it. In a matter of seconds, your tongue was in his hole, thrusting in and out. Your hand rubbed his rock-hard member, sliding easily with his slick. During those nights, he would cum quickly and sleep deeply, arms wrapped around your waist tightly. He would not let you leave him.

• Adonis didn't understand how you were so nonchalant. He felt silly being the only one so affected by the intimacy the two of you were supposedly sharing. He assumed that you would've bitten him already, but you were so resilient.

• Adonis tried to ignore it, and he did a really good job at doing so! Well, for about a week. He just didn't get it; he was perfect for you and you were perfect for him. Your scent intoxicated him, and he was sure that his scent affected you the same way. So why didn't you want him more?

• Adonis spent the next year grappling with his situation. It only got worse over time; just a small whiff of your scent drove his instincts insane. He needed to be bred by you, for you to mark him. He needed you to claim him, to destroy his being and rebuild him from scratch.

• Adonis had his first official heat in the middle of the day at school that same year. It came out of nowhere, and the arousal he felt was far greater than anything he'd ever experienced in the past.

• Adonis didn't bother hiding it. You were talking to your friends, but he interrupted and dragged you away by the arm, his face flushed. You were concerned, as you always were, but his eyes were clouded in need. He pushed you into the janitor's closet, locking the door behind you.

• Adonis stuck onto you in the closet, trembling. Sweat trickled down his neck, glistening against his skin. His scent was stronger than it had ever been; no longer just roses but now with a hint of lemon.

• Adonis whined, grinding against your leg. His pants were already soaking wet, the sticky liquid coating your leg. You sighed; you knew were going to miss class for the rest of the day.

• Adonis clung to you for the rest of the school year, nearly attached to your hip. You had lunch with him every day, you walked him home every day, and even your weekends were spent with him. He was so happy that you were giving him so much attention!

• Adonis suffered greatly during your last year of high school. He was so close to confessing to you, but he didn't want to lose what he already had with you. But you were glowing, your demeanor so confident and charismatic. He could see the other omegas turning their heads whenever they walked past the two of you.

• Adonis knew that if he didn't act quick, another omega would try and seduce you. He couldn't stand the thought of that, especially since he laid his eyes on you first. He would be your first and only mate. No one else.

• Adonis's heart dropped when he witnessed a small female omega confess to you under a cherry blossom tree the day of your graduation. He was planning to do that. That was supposed to be you and him.

• Adonis didn't bother trying to think when he intercepted her confession. He grabbed your arm, pressing his chest against it.

"Who is this, darling?" he had asked. The shock and hurt on her face were worth every ounce of courage it took for him to do that. She ran away, sobbing, and he was left with you and a sense of pride. No one was going to come between you and him.

• Adonis was scolded by you afterward, but he didn't care. You were his alpha, his fated mate. You didn't need any other omegas. That night, you treated him roughly, your body pressed heavily against his and your teeth baring at him.

• Adonis grinned. You were going to bite him! Surely, this was where you would finally, finally bite him. Hurry, show him what bad boys get. Show him that naughty boys get bitten, claimed against their will, and used like toys.

• Adonis was disappointed when you left the morning after, no bite marks on his body. He was being so good for you, so why didn't you claim him? Did you have someone else? Did he have to resort to murder just so you'd look solely at him?

• Adonis swore to himself that this year would be the year you bite him. This year would be your final year as fuck buddies. Next year, you two will already be mates. And if there's one thing you need to know about Adonis, it is that he mates for life.

something in me wanted to name him adonis casanova bc that would've been really funny but he's just adonis. for now.

next adonis fic is gonna be his first heat (in detail) and then maybe your first rut (also in detail),,,

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hazbinhotei · 4 months ago

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letting go.

read part one here — the alternate, happy ending.

warnings: heavy angst

word count: 2883

summary: Alastor navigates the weeks following his decision to run from his feelings for you—but has he realized his mistake too late?

alastor x gn!reader. we're going to simply ignore the concept that lilith may appear in future canon for the plot, okay? okay. hope i didn't make this too angsty that it sounds forced, but alas, alastor is nothing but a giant edgelord; so maybe it fits! i struggled a bit with making the ending not so cliché but our beloved radio demon needs the character development. hope you all enjoy (pain and suffering)!

And so, you did as Alastor said.

You moved on.

If Alastor wanted to forget everything that happened between you two that night, then you would allow him the comfort of forgetting it as well.

At first, there had been disappointment. A quiet, aching pain that settled in your chest as you stared at the note he left behind. It was as if the air had been sucked from the room, leaving only silence and the dull throb of betrayal. He had spilled his soul to you that night, clung to you like you were his last tether to reality, and yet, by morning, he erased it all as if it were a mistake.

Then, that disappointment hardened. Turned sharp, defensive. If he could pretend none of it mattered, then you could easily do the same. You could rebuild your walls, strengthen them, reinforce them with the anger that simmered beneath the surface. Because it wasn't just the rejection that stung—it was the ease with which he had discarded you, the way he carried on as though that night had never happened at all.

So, you played your part. You acted as if his desperate confessions, his trembling hands, his broken voice had been nothing more than a figment of a dream long since forgotten. You met his indifference with your own; if he could act as if it meant nothing, then so could you.

And Alastor? Well, he certainly seemed unaffected. He reverted back to the same charming, grinning menace he had always been. He still walked the halls of the hotel, still indulged in his morning coffee (that you did not make anymore), still meddled in the affairs of others with a tune in his voice and a glint in his eye. If anything, he was more insufferable than ever, as if to prove a point. And so, you let him be.

But something had shifted between you.

You were colder now, your smiles towards him forced, your voice lacking its usual fondness. Your presence, once light and easy, now carried a weight—a distant lull that he had to pretend not to notice. And for all his efforts to carry on as normal, it stung. Every clipped response, every glance that no longer lingered, every morning you passed him by without so much as a word felt like another nail driven into his coffin.

But he bore it.

He had made this choice. He had pushed you away. And so, Alastor swallowed the anguish that pressed against his chest, forcing himself to believe that this was for the best. He kept his peace, and in doing so, protected yours. You should be relieved for such a selfless sacrifice!

Yet, no matter how often he repeated this mantra to himself, the pain never dulled. It settled deep in his bones, persistent and gnawing, whispering doubts he refused to entertain. He told himself that this was the right course, that he was merely ensuring neither of you suffered needlessly. But if that were true, why did it feel like this was the worst suffering he had ever endured?

Sleep had not come easy to him since that fateful night. Not since he allowed himself to collapse into your arms, to sink into the affection he had no right to claim. He had lived in solitude like it was second nature, but now, in the dead of night, he found himself haunted by the ghost of your touch. The way your fingers had threaded through his hair, pointed claws gently scratching his scalp in slow, soothing strokes—it had burned into his memory, a sensation he could still feel if he let himself think too long.

It was absolute torment.

But he went through with it, wearing a carefully crafted mask of a smile on his face as he continued on about his days, pretending he didn’t completely ruin himself with one foolish choice. He ran away—not just from you, but from the love that had threatened to consume him, from the fear of something he could not control. And now, that choice had become his greatest woe, an agony that festered with every moment spent without you.

A week passed since your night together. That's when Lucifer arrived.

At first, Alastor despised him, but not for the reasons he would later come to understand. Lucifer was a threat—a presence far more powerful than any other being in the hotel. The mere sight of him lounging around, making himself at home in Charlie’s project, set Alastor’s teeth on edge. But what truly unsettled him wasn’t Lucifer himself.

It was you.

Because suddenly, he was sitting beside you on the couch. He was the one enjoying quiet evenings with you in the library, laughing softly at whatever book you had convinced him to read. He was the one passing you your morning tea, the way you had once done for Alastor.

And unlike Alastor, Lucifer wasn’t hiding anything.

The king of Hell had lost his queen, and in the hollow space Lilith had left behind, he had found comfort in you. And Alastor had to watch, day after day, as Lucifer made no attempt to hide his affections. He gazed at you with a softness Alastor had never allowed himself to show. He let his fingers linger when he passed you a cup. He said your name with such reverence it made Alastor’s stomach churn uncomfortably anytime he heard it.

And you? You didn’t shy away from it.

No, you leaned into it. Into him.

Alastor tried to convince himself it didn’t matter. That it was nothing. That you were nothing to him. But then, a laugh—your laugh—rang through the lobby, bright and unburdened as Lucifer whispered something in your ear. And Alastor felt it. The sharp, sickening twist of jealousy. The way it soured his entire mood, left his fingers twitching at his sides, his usually pristine control fraying at the seams.

More weeks passed, and suddenly, it was everywhere.

The way you looked at Lucifer. The way you let him touch you so effortlessly, so casually, as if he had always been the one meant to hold you. The way you curled into him on the couch, nestled against his chest, his arm draped over your shoulders like a claim Alastor had never dared to make. And then, one evening—the final blow.

He hadn't meant to see it. Hadn't wanted to see it. But fate, cruel and relentless, had different plans.

Hidden away in the shadows, Alastor watched as you two curled up on the library's loveseat, a book dangling from your loose fingers as Lucifer quietly snored in your embrace. Alastor tried to convince himself it was accidental, that you had subconsciously drifted toward Lucifer in your sleep. But then, as you sighed into him, pressing closer with a sleepy smile, Alastor knew—really knew.

The choice he made was a mistake.

His hands curled into tight fists at his sides, his breath caught in his throat. His sleep-deprived eyes flickered, pupils shifting into sharp, jagged radio dials as he struggled to keep himself still, to remain unseen. He should leave. Should tear his gaze away from the sight of your flushed cheeks, your chest rising delicately as you nuzzled deeper into Lucifer, the way Alastor dreamed you would hold him.

He had to remind himself; you did hold him like that. Once. And it was all his fault you would never hold him again—because he had been too scared to admit that, for the first time in his undead life, he valued someone above himself. There was no denying it—Lucifer had taken his place, not just in the hotel, not just in the spaces where Alastor once sat beside you, but in your heart.

And oh, how it ruined him.

Alastor didn't know why he was doing this, standing outside your hotel door with a bouquet in hand, unsure if this was a feeble attempt to win you back or a desperate bid for absolution. He spent weeks watching you slip further and further away, his own self-imposed exile turning into an unbearable prison. Every moment spent seeing you in Lucifer’s arms had been another crack in the fragile wall he built around himself.

But now, here he was, gripping the bouquet so tightly the stems threatened to snap, swallowing down the unease rising in his throat. He didn't know what he would say, didn't know if this was meant to repair what was broken or simply acknowledge that he had broken it in the first place. All he knew was that he had to speak to you—had to bridge the gap he created before it consumed him entirely.

The door creaked open, and there you stood, surprise flickering in your expression at the sight of him—at the sight of the flowers.

Alastor forced himself to straighten, his usual confidence faltering beneath the weight of this moment. "Hello, my dear," he said, voice uncharacteristically measured and grin forcibly wide, betraying none of the frantic thoughts racing through his mind.

But instead of scowling or sending him away, you simply smiled.

You opened the door with an gentle look, one that made Alastor stiffen in surprise. You greeted him warmly, as if his presence was neither unexpected nor unwelcome, as if he hadn't shattered something between you just a few weeks ago. He hesitated, the bouquet clutched tightly in his hands. You weren’t cursing at him. You weren’t demanding him to leave.

"Why are you stopping by, Alastor?" you asked, your voice light as a feather.

His throat felt dry, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out: "I need to talk to you."

You nodded slowly, gaze lowering to the flowers in his hands before taking them delicately, cradling them with care. "They’re lovely. Thank you."

He blinked, momentarily thrown off by your graciousness. He prepared himself for hostility, for icy rejection, for words laced with venom and hurt. But you simply stepped aside, allowing him in.

He entered cautiously, his shoulders tense, his fingers twitching at his sides as his gaze swept across the suite. The last time he was here, he had been cradled in your arms, clinging to you like a drowning man desperate for air. Now, in the bright light of Hell, it was different. Warmer. Lived-in.

His eyes landed on you again—on the way you moved so easily, placing the bouquet down on the counter, filling the kettle to make him coffee. He watched in silent awe, unable to tear his gaze away as you moved with practiced ease, as if nothing had changed between you. As if this were any other morning.

He could feel it now. Hope. Rising in his chest like an unbearable swell, thrumming beneath his skin like a song waiting to break free. Perhaps he had been foolish. Perhaps it wasn’t too late. Perhaps—perhaps—this was a sign.

Then, you poured the drink, no sugar, piping hot, and handed it to him with a small, effortless smile.

Just the way he liked it.

His mind reeled, spinning wildly between the past and present, between what was and what could have been. You still remembered. Still knew his preferences down to the very detail. That had to mean something, didn’t it? That had to be a sign that, somewhere in that heart of yours, you still held some sort of feelings for him, right?

He wanted to believe it—needed to. And as you sat down across from him, your eyes unjudging and bright, he opened his mouth to say anything that would reveal the tremendous amount of pining that plagued him ever since you had shown up to this very hotel.

But then, in the midst of his frantic, desperate grasp for something to hold onto, his eyes strayed past you—past your waiting expression, past the bouquet on the counter, past the hopeful delusions—until they landed on a single frame resting on your bedside table.

The very bedside table where he had placed his note.

A picture of you and Lucifer, your pursed lips placed upon his rosy cheek as he grinned at the camera, now took up the space where his note used to be.

You looked happy. In love.

Something inside him clicked into place. A realization so heavy it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. His eyes flickered back to you, to your curious expression, calm and gentle. You were not kind because of him—you were kind because you were happy. Because Lucifer’s love had softened you, had turned you into something Alastor had spent his entire life running from.

Someone in love.

His lips parted, but only three words escaped: "You're spoken for?"

You blinked, surprised that those were his first words, but you followed his gaze to the picture frame. Your expression softened, fondness creeping into your eyes as you turned back to him.

"Yes, I am."

And yet, here Alastor was, holding the cup of coffee you made him like it was proof that he still held your heart, a fool grasping at something that had already slipped through his fingers.

You were so close, yet so far. Within reach, yet untouchable. He had once been the one you held, the one you whispered to in the dark, the one who had been allowed to see you in the most vulnerable, quiet moments of the night. But now, you stood before him, softened—not by his love, but by Lucifer’s love.

And that was the difference.

Lucifer had done what Alastor never could—he had made you happy. Genuinely, effortlessly happy. Not in fleeting moments, not in carefully stolen seconds, but in a way that radiated from you, from the warmth in your eyes to the empathy in your voice. You had moved on.

And for once in Alastor's life, he felt truly defeated. But it wasn't what he expected—he expected defeat to feel suffocating, its taste vile in his mouth as it flooded his senses. But all he felt now was emptiness, a hollow, deep awareness that he lost the moment to ever make you his. As you carefully watched him, he exhaled deeply, letting himself sink into the lonely abyss of heartbreak. He almost disappeared into its shadow, lost in the heaviness of his own sorrow—until a gentle weight pressed against his empty hand. His eyes fluttered open, and there you were, your fingers resting gently atop his. As your gaze met his, you offered him a sad, knowing smile.

And though his heart was still scattered around his chest like broken glass, there was an unexpected comfort blooming beneath the cracks from your smile—an unfamiliar understanding that lessened the force of his grief. He expected only bitterness to fill his heart, the sting of regret and nothing more, but instead, in your presence, in your mercy, he found something lighter. His smile turned genuine as he exhaled deeply, letting the weight of his heartache settle into something he could finally bear. "...I'm happy for you, cher."

Your grin widened, eyes crinkling at the corners as you beamed at him, radiant and warm. It was the most dazzling expression he had ever seen. He held the image in his mind, committing to memory the way your eyes sparkled with pure joy. "Thank you, Alastor, honestly." You paused for a moment, your soft hands still holding his as you sighed. "Whatever we had, whatever happened between us—I don’t hold any bad feelings towards it anymore."

Alastor let out a deep exhale, his shoulders relaxing as he nodded. "I'm truly sorry. For... whatever turmoil I may have caused you. I know I haven't been the most... considerate, these past few weeks."

You gave him an impish look, your laughter ringing out in the space around Alastor, surrounding him like a tight embrace. "Considerate? When has the Radio Demon ever been considerate?"

Your toothy grin seemed to ease the stinging in his chest, the sharp ache dulling as you joked with him like old times. Alastor let out a breath he didn’t realized he was holding, shaking his head before slipping into the rhythm of your banter. It was effortless—so natural that, for a fleeting moment, it felt as if nothing had changed at all. And soon enough, the two of you had fallen into habit, laughter filling the space between you, comforting and familiar.

And in that moment, as he took in the way happiness radiated from you, Alastor felt a shift deep within him. Love—a notion he once had dismissed as weak—now seemed like the most powerful force of all. Because if it could make you shine like this, if it could bring that warmth to your smile, then perhaps it wasn’t something to scoff at. Even if you now belonged to another, you had still offered him kindness. Even if it wasn’t by your side as he had hoped for, you still offered him a place in your life despite everything. And for that, he was truly grateful.

So, with a deep exhale and a quiet acceptance settling over him, he let himself smile. Not the forced, hollow grin of before, but something real. Something gentle. "Love suits you, my dear," he murmured at last, his voice lighter than it had been in weeks. "It always has."

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#i guess this could be seen as a happy ending because you and alastor become friends again...#time to write the happy ending #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor x reader #angst #oneshot

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yan-lorkai · 24 days ago

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ warnings: yandere content, medical malpractice, lobotomy, blood.

"This is the only way."

He whispers like a death sentence that had been signed without your explicit consent, your opinion, and your best interest in mind. Despite him telling how he was only doing this for your own good - though, his Princess ordered him to, and he couldn't deny her.

His hands had, without fail, stained blood for her. It was so much blood that coated his armor and dripped down his fingers that it could mirror a river.

Thumd. Thumd. Thumd.

It was the sound that he could hear of blood streaming down like a river from the necks of his enemies if he focused on it. But Lilia didn't liked the sound that much, nor did he liked the blood. His hands were always scrubbed hard to clean himself from all the redness, from the pugent smell of iron, after a battle. Even if he thought it was a useless act.

One to clean himself from his sins. From not being strong enough to argue with his princess. But how could he whe her eyes spark so bright, and her smile was more valuable to him than her crown and the jewels incrusted on it?

How could he, then, deny her command of lifting his hand to do her dirty job again? Even now, his fingers were tense when he held the ice pick, fingers white from how hard he was holding in.

"I never thought it would come to this."

Red eyes stared down at your serene face.

And he knew, deep down that he longed to feel the same - that peace, if induced by the stronger anesthesia in the whole word. Lilia didn't want nothing more than be able to untie you from your seat and letting you run away, to escape to a better place, where much nicer people would take care of you, would heal your injuries and love you.

But he was not a good man.

He was not.

He was a soldier. And it's a soldier job to follow his Princess orders.

He wondered... could you forgive him? Could you find in yourself strength and empathy to know that he, too, was being forced into this situation? That he too didn't want to do that? That he didn't-

"Lilia." She called. Imposing, austere. But she, who was soon to be crowned, was nothing if not imposing and austere.

She ruled with an iron fist, winning the war against the humans who tried to destroy her land and kingdom. She ruled with grace rebuilding everything, multi-tasking so everything could be done sooner, so everyone had a roof over their heads again and food on their table, so the fear could dissipate.

"What is taking you so long? Are you afraid?" She was teasing him now. But there was an underlying threat on her words; testing his loyalty and commitment to her.

If he couldn't do the job, she knew there were other faes who would be willing to do because that would mean being under her favor.

"I was explaining the procedure to the patient." He was quick in his excuses, leaning over your figure and checking to make sure your hands and ankles were securely tied. "They were sedated, so they won't be agitated."

"Ah, what a pity," Meleanor sighed. "I would have liked to hear they screaming."

You were so vulnerable like that. Your eyes lost in the mist of your own mind, just as you would be forever in just a few minutes from now. Maleanor giggled softly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear as she peered over the expression you were making.

"Give me the ice pick, Lilia." She demanded.

She extended her hand, but her loyal soldier could just focus on her long, dark nails, and he could only thought: she will scratch your face when she pulls your eyelid up, when she holds your head, when she inserted the ice pick, when she pushed it in.

There were so many what ifs...

And then there was you.

Lost in the haze, in the bitter memories, in the hatred you held on for so long, there was you, disoriented, groggy, out of touch. You wouldn't feel a thing, wouldn't scream, wouldn't know what had happened; Lilia took that from you and he didn't even felt bad.

Feeling bad would meant that was he did was bad, and he wasn't a bad person.

He couldn't be.

He was a soldier, a father, a friend. How can someone like this be a bad person?

Lilia lent her the ice pick without hesitation. His heart ached for you, but she was his Princess, his lady, the one whom he loved the most.

That ice peak seemed to hold all the secrets in the entire world to Meleanor, as she held it with a reverence that she didn't extended to you. Lilia wasn't even sure if what his lady felt was truly love you like a person more than she loved you as a prize, her human prize.

Humans tried to counquer Briar's Valley only for her to annihilate them, their blood soaked bodies scattered everywhere as bugs as they met their end on her sword. There didn't rest much to bury, after her powerful thunderstorm came down strinking them.

"Hold their eye open for me, Lilia," His princess ordered.

And he followed her command.

With that, she raised the ice pick, poised and ready to plunge it into the soft flesh of your temple. Yet, to Lilia, the room seemed to spun, colors blurring and melding together, as the adrenalia coursed through his veins. Through the haze, one thought crystalized in his mind: this was not the end. This could not be the end. You couldn't end like that.

As the ice pick pierced deep into your frontal lobe, your world exploded into a silent kaleidoscope of agony and darkness. If you were awoken, the pain would be unlike anything that you could have experimented before - searing, blinding, tearing you apart.

Your frontal lobe was cut down with surgical precision by Lilia's Princess.

And your eye, which Lilia was holding, was bleeding; coating his fingers again. He felt helpless, useless, dirty.

A dark, cruel smile played upon Meleanor's lips as she watched your once defiant gaze now glazed and unfocused. The ice pick slipped from her slack fingers, clattering to the floor with a harsh, discordant sound that echoed in the sudden, heavy silence of the room, as a pained mumble left your throat.

Meleanor watched with a twisted sense of fascination as your eyes rolled back in your head, your body convulsing violently against the restraints. She could see the fierce intelligence and unbreakable spirit that had drawn her to you in the first place, disappearing. And yet, even as your limbs grew slack and your breathing became shallow, she felt a thrill of triumph surge through her.

As the last vestiges of your consciousness slipped away, the fae princess leaned down, capturing your slack mouth in a brutal, punishing kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of ownership, of possession, of a love so twisted and dark that it bordered on hatred. Something that unsettled Lilia so much that he averted his eyes and kept staring at the floor, the walls, anywhere.

"Mine," she growled against your lips, one hand fisting in your hair, holding your head in place as she plundered your mouth. "You are mine, Yuu. Now and for all eternity."

She had done it. She shattered the unbreakable, tamed the untamable. And now, you were completely, utterly, and forever hers.

"Why?" Lilia asked.

He sounded broken. Utterly lost and broken. He was defeated as she had never seen him be.

"You know what love is?" Meleanor inquired, examining your face, how the blood stained and ran down your neck as a river, how disconnected mumbles left your mouth, and she sighed dreamily.

"You're naive, Lilia!"

Her grip tightened on your face, her fingers digging into your skin with a desperate, almost painful intensity as she caressed every place she could find, enjoying how your cold skin felt against her hot one. All she saw was you, beautiful and perfect and hers.

"When you love someone, you keep them safe and close... even if it means locking them away from the world, Lilia. There's many ways to do that, and I choose lobotomy to honor their humanity. They were so proud of this practice ages ago." Meleanor giggled as if she remembered a joke that only she could understand. That only she could appreciate.

Saliva dripped down your lips, past your chin, and down to your knees. And Meleanor licked it, moaned even as she felt the coopery taste mingling with it.

"When you love, the other person shouldn't be able to breathe without you knowing it, they shouldn't be able to move without you seeing it. You should consume their every waking moment until there's nothing left of them except what belongs to you. That's love, Lilia."

She rested her chin over your head as she stared at her friend with uninterest. Or rather, apathy. For she, Lilia had no reason to be so emotional over a little thing like that.

He tried to come up with a negative answer, he thought and thought about it, but the answer never came. He stood silent, as he usually did, and bowed to his princess, even as he bite his lips hard enough to bleed, even as he wanted to go back in time and redo things, and help you escape and live your life far away from him.

He swalled away his guilt and pain and tried to be as nonchalant as he could.

"I see."

He really didn't nor wanted to see things her way, no matter how much he loved Meleanor and Laverne, that went past all his limits and he needed some time away from everything. He couldn't even look at your ghostly face without feeling a sense of sadness washing over him.

His chest seemed tight, or maybe it was his throat. He didn't know.

"You may go, Lilia." Meleanor dismissed him with a gesture of her hand as she untied your hands and ankles with the help of magic.

He was not ashamed by the way that he almost ran from that terrible room, disgusted by the smell of blood, of it being in his fingers, of your figure who would never be the same, even if your heart was still beating in your chest.

And if by the end of the night he felt guilty, Lilia drank his worries away in his room.

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linkemon · 9 months ago

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Confession headcanons

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 of the confession headcanons.

This part contains: Jamil Viper, Jack Howl and Ace Trappola.

Jamil Viper

• Jamil's confession would be dictated by jealousy. Of course, he was aware that Kalim was your good friend. However, seeing you visiting their dormitory more and more often gave him a strange feeling. Are you here purely because you're friends? Or maybe you changed your mind and you love the prince? It took him a while to understand that the visits were dictated by the fact that you cared about himself. Because despite all his intelligence, he still hadn't completely overcome his feeling of being lower in the hierarchy than Kalim.

• The confession certainly wouldn't have happened before the Overblot. If it had, it would have been a long time after. After he had apologized to you and reorganized his self-perception. Rebuilding trust takes time. He wouldn't have tried anything until he was absolutely certain you had forgiven him.

• Jamil would make a point of cooking dinner for you. He's good at it and he knows it. That's why his signature recipes would turn into a table full of your favourite delicacies. All of this on the roof of the dormitory, surrounded by beautiful lamps in various shades and colours and soft satin pillows. He didn't want anyone to disturb you.

• He would be honest with you, which you would appreciate a lot because it doesn't come easy to him. He hopes that you are visiting Scarabia because of him and not Kalim. When asked if he is jealous, he would answer truthfully. Your kiss on the cheek would give him hope before you could answer him with words. He would breathe a sigh of relief, confessing his feelings. You are someone who motivated him to wake up and change for the better. You have to forgive him because this time he will be selfish. He loves you too much to let go...

Jack Howl

• Jack, like the rest of the first years, doesn't fully understand romantic love yet. He's grasping it on a theoretical level, which doesn't mean he has any experience with it. It'll take him a while to get to the point where he realizes he's chosen you as the object of his affections. You could even say that the situation will force him to do so.

• He grew up believing that the person he loves will be with him for life. This is what his parents passed on to him and he will stick to it.

• The first moment he clearly realized that he was treating you differently was when you and Grim were attacked. Several NRC students had a bad day and decided to take it out on the innocent, non-magical prefect. When he saw that, he only gave one warning. Right after that, in the blink of an eye, the white wolf scattered the unpleasant attackers. Of course, he would do that for anyone he considered a friend. However, the violence with which he reacted surprised him. You can be sure that after this situation, he would gently check if everything was okay with you. Any scratch? He'll carry you back to the dormitory on piggyback. Just don't comment on it as openly as Grim did, or Jack will turn red.

• After this event, the guy would start to realize that maybe you are more than just a friend. He would go for the classic, so a subtle bouquet of wildflowers and chocolates. Not too big, not too small, but just right. If you don't like sweets, he would definitely take that into account, buying some edition with sea salt because he knows your habits very well.

• In simple but sincere words, he would tell you how much he is charmed by you. Jack knows that love is built and takes time to develop into a deep form. That is why he would declare his readiness to work hard for your mutual feeling. You can be sure that he will put his whole heart into it.

Ace Trappola

• Ace had girlfriends before. But he never took them 100% seriously. He assumed he was young and had time for everything.

• To him, you were like a buddy. A good teammate, with whom you could get into trouble, laugh and get out of the worst when the situation got completely serious.

• Unlike Deuce, Ace is not blind to his feelings. When love does come, he will be aware of it very quickly. It's just that the moment of falling in love will come right after the stage of treating you like the rest of his best friends. However, this is by no means a flaw. It's one of the strongest possible foundations.

• He will go on the attack quite quickly. Ace will try to flirt. With varying results. Better or worse, but he will (your friends will be fed up with him, except for Sebek, who will not understand anything...). That is why when you take the initiative one day, a rascal's smile will appear on his face. However, verbal jousting will not last forever.

• Ace doesn't feel big bouquets, sweet nothings or love songs. He's not afraid to admit his feelings for you, though. He'll ask his friends to take Grim away from you for a while, and when you're alone, he'll ask if you feel the same way.

• He has a heart on his cheek and if you agree, he will give it to you... But only half because he has to have something left! (Maybe he is a bit romantic when he really wants to. Don't tell the others because they won't let him live, okay?)

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madridfangirl · 2 months ago

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Tit for Tat

(Jude Bellingham blurb)

It was evening in Madrid & morning in San Francisco when Jude's phone pinged.

'Hey.'

It was his girlfriend. One of his few silver linings in this otherwise shitty year. Jude smiled & picked up the phone immediately.

'Heyyy wassup.'

'You tell me. Wassup with you?'

'Not much. Had an okay training. Not looking forward to this weekend's game. Gonna be shite, all our backline is out.'

'Hmmm.'

'But only a few games to go. Then hopefully we rebuild. That's what we are telling ourselves.

'Hmmm.'

'To lift the spirits you know. And to keep going.'

'Your spirits seem to be fine.'

Jude thought it was a compliment. In their 1.5 years together, he had learnt to read sarcasm in her voice but was still catching up on text.

'Yeah well, someone needs to keep it cheerful in the dressing room.'

He smiled to himself while typing back. But when she didn't respond for 30 seconds, that was his first clue that something was off.

'Not just in the dressing room.'

His mind started whirring at supersonic pace. What was this about? He went to Twitter & searched his name. Most hits were about the game from a day before. He had actually done decently well in the match. Not great but not bad either.

When nothing came up, he had to ask.

'Umm what?'

She sent him links to two post match photos. With fans. Girls.

And Jude stiffened. But tried to downplay it. Coz there was nothing there, not really.

'What about them?'

'You tell me.'

'Just normal pics with fans.'

'Are they? Normal?'

'Yes.'

'The face you're making in the second one? BOTH her arms around you? Normal?'

Jude tried calling her but she disconnected at first ring. He sighed & went back to typing.

'She was just really excited to be there. Die hard long term fan. Like you. She was just giddy with excitement so we took a goofy photo. That's all.'

He knew she wasn't the kind to get jealous easily. She actually gave him a fairly long rope and understood some aspects that came with his job. Something must have really ticked her off about these ones.

The silence from her was making him jittery. He looked at the second photo again & something clicked in his head.

'It's the cheeks, isn't it?'

'What do you think?'

Yeah it was the cheek touching. Clear as day now.

He tried video-calling this time. Same result. Disconnected.

'Pls dove, lemme see you. Let's talk.'

Few seconds later, she called back. Audio call. That was all he was gonna get.

'Heyyy. So listen - like I said it all happened in a blur and I didn't realise that...'

'...that she's wrapped around you? And you're humouring it?'

Jude took a deep breath. Her tone was calm, too calm for his liking.

'Babyy....'

'Don't baby me.'

'I don't know what else to say really. Like...I hear you and I'd try to be more mindful but honestly...in that moment it was just normal. Harmless. Like you needed to be there to feel it.'

'The first one was harmless too?'

Something in her tone threw him off. It looked perfectly harmless. The photo. Then how could she possibly know?

'What do you mean?'

'Oh stop playing dumb. You know what I mean. Did she try something?'

Jude scratched his head. Literally. Because how the hell could she possibly know? Maybe female intuition was really a thing.

'Ermm...'

'What...did she do? Out with it.'

Jude felt like a schoolkid being reprimanded in the principal's office.

'Kinda...pressed her...herself...into me...a bit....but I pulled away soon.'

Ananya was quiet. She just felt that vibe from her instantly. Like many others who didn't shy away from trying with Jude. Perfectly ok to be a one night thing or a side squeeze for him. Shooting their shot even when they knew he was taken. The absolute lack of self-respect pissed her off. Sadly, there were too many to count. So much, that she was losing her faith in women in general.

'Bab.....dove, say something pls.'

She didn't. Coz she was mad.

'The first one was not my fault. I swear. Like I pulled away. I swear.'

She believed him on this. Could sense it from his tone. But these photos on her feed is what she woke up to and that made her cranky. Mostly at others but a little bit at him too. For being so delectable that everyone just wanted a piece.

The second photo continued to irk her though. For fuck's sake, her & Jude had an exact photo like this. Cheeks squishing & all. And she knew that Jude knew he was flirting with the line there. He knew it, but still made that fucking face, humouring that stranger.

Naah, he wasn't getting away with that.

'Hello hello. Earth to dove - you're freaking me out & you know it.'

'Maybe this could be a life lesson.'

Her tone changed, even calmer now. Jude sat up on the couch, his video game on pause, his snack forgotten.

'Like how?'

'Like every action has an equal & opposite reaction.'

Ok, this was NOT good.

'What are you plotting?'

'Plotting? Ooh such a harsh word. I was just wondering, since you find that photo soooo normal, it's only fair if I get one too right? With another man?'

Pin Drop silence. Heavy breathing. Just like she expected.

What a joy it was to give him a taste of his own medicine. So much fun. So she doubled down.

'Remember the guy who sits next to me in economics, the one who came to drop by the notes to my apartment when you were here? He's quite friendly. Maybe I'll go thank him today with a hug like that. And capture the harmless moment.'

Still silence. On second thoughts, she should have taken the video call. To see his face right now would be precious.

'Fine, you made your point. Let's drop it. Now.'

His tone turned deep. Authoritative. And that pissed her off even more. He didn't fucking have a leg to stand on right now & he had the balls to dictate things to her? To hell with that.

'Oh you'll know when I have made my point. You'll SEE it.'

'ANANYA - Be reasonable.'

'Naah that's boring.'

Jude shut his eyes & exhaled loudly, nostrils flaring, composing himself.

She was so fucking far, on a fucking different continent. If she were close by, he had multiple ways to resolve an argument like this, to shut her up creatively and make her forget everything else other than his name. He was itching to grab her right now but sadly, he couldn't.

He knew confrontation won't work, it would push her to do something STUPID. So he had to try a different tactic.

Tool 1: logic.

'I didn't go & do it myself. It happened to me.'

'Things can happen to me too. Many things. I just don't let them. By drawing a line. It's quite basic, not rocket science.'

And just like that, his logic went out the window.

On to tool 2: emotional blackmail.

'Dove, you know I'm trying. You know I can be stupid at times when I don't mean it. You know I love you.'

Now that would have worked in other situations. But she was on guard today. Plus, the impact of it would be magnified with a classic Jude hug, him clinging to her, nuzzling his face into her neck. But distance didn't allow that & it made her not fold.

'It's fun to be the stupid one at times. Wanna see what it feels like.'

Last tool in his arsenal: guilt.

'So you'll hurt me knowingly, yeah? That's what you wanna do? Hurt your baby?'

'Oh...you little.....I HATE YOU.'

This was the window he needed. The chink in the armor he was waiting for.

'And I love you.'

'You bloody ass. I know what you're doing. Don't think you'll win like this.'

'Win? How could I possibly win when you're so far away? When I haven't held you in 2 months? Fuck that win.'

'Fuck YOU.'

'Pls do. I'm dying out here.'

'JUDE BELLINGHAM....'

'Okay okay I'm sorry. How about this? You wanna get back at me? Fine won't stop you. But do it when you're here in 3 weeks for your field trip. When I'm around, when I can come get you if needed. Just....give me that.'

'I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Don't need my prince charming to come save me.'

'I know. But just for my peace of mind? Am sure you can find someone here.'

She was tempted to say 'what if that's someone from the club?' but she held back. Jude had no sense of humour when it came to her & she knew it won't go down well. It was a step too far. She didn't wanna hurt him that much. Just a tad bit.

For Jude, it was a calculated bet. It bought him time. And even if the thought was still fresh in her head when she came to Madrid, he'd fuck it right out of her senses. All he needed was to get his hands on her once.

'Fine.'

'You're the best you know.'

'I do know.'

'That's my girl.'

'The jury is still out on that.'

'The jury has already announced my punishment. Can we put this behind us now? Wanna see you.'

'Getting late for class.'

'I'll wait.'

'Class is for 4 hours back to back.'

'That's fine.'

'You have training in the morning.'

'Dove I won't be able to sleep till I see you properly. So call me when you're back, I'll be up. Need this.'

'...Ok.'

'I'm waiting.'

'Ok.'

'Bye love.'

'Bye Jude.'

......................................................

Don't ask me why I wrote this? Even I don't know. Just happened 🤷‍♀️

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twst-hottest-takes · 4 months ago

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I sent that ask about Malleus's treatment being unfair and now that it's over I'm going to make my point more clear, since it seems it wasn't last time.

Malleus's crimes:

-Putting people to sleep on a wide scale

-Less injuries that a *sports* tournament (according to Epel)

The other overblots' crimes:

-Attempted murder, including targeted murder and wiping out *all life* (aka murder on a wide scale)

Malleus's consequences:

-Accidentally killed his own father

-Physically maimed

-Magically disabled

-Losing the entire foundation of who he is and having to rebuild his identity from scratch

-The trauma of his actions

The other overblots' consequences:

-Riddle was socially shunned for a while (and even this is shown mostly in other media, not the game)

-The trauma of their actions

Meanwhile the other overblots say that Malleus deserves further punishment (to which Crowley thankfully points out they have no right to speak) as does a fair chunk of the fanbase. How does this make any sense? Might I also add that the only ones who ever apologized for their actions are Riddle, Vil, and *Malleus.* So why is it that Malleus is seen as being so much worse than the others? Why is Malleus called a monster, a living disaster, and the enemy of mankind (all things said in canon) and nobody else has anything similar said about them? I'm not arguing that there shouldn't be consequences, I'm arguing that the scale of it does not align with twst's previous messaging and themes. Whether or not Malleus's consequences are fair in general is one thing, but in comparison with our previous standards it's wildly unfair. And yet people are still calling for more, and fans are being rude to Diasomnia fans about it. It simply doesn't add up.

As for Silver, nowhere did I say Silver should pay for his father's crimes. I said that his *father* never earned the right for his image to be restored because he stood idly by against what he thought was wrong. Silver shouldn't have to be used to restore his *father's* image, when that image doesn't align with who Silver is.

Dear Anon,

I was writing a well thought out and sincere response essay to your initial take, but since you're back and doubling down I'm just going to tell you why you're wrong.

WARNING: The following response is pretty rude. Malleus gets everything he had coming to him and here's why. . .

No, really.

This is going to sound "mean."

You didn't even bother to address the questions I presented in my previous response.

You aren't going to like this.

Stop scrolling. . .

WHAT PART OF, "MALLEUS DRACONIA IS CAUSING A WORLD-ENDING MAGICAL CATASTROPHY," DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?????

The story established that PEOPLE WOULD DIE if the spell wasn't broken. Malleus had absolutely no intention of stopping what he was doing. He didn't stop at just Lilia, or the party, or the school, or even stop at Sage's Island. He was going to curse the whole of Twisted Wonderland. If he wasn't stopped by force EVERYONE WOULD HAVE DIED, and you're trying to tell me that it's not as bad as Riddle (whose overblot never affected anyone outside of the unbirthday party), Leona, and Vil (who's rampages were contained to a sports stadium) because he "Wasn't trying to hurt anyone"? Because "No one actually ended up getting hurt"?No. I'm not going to feel bad about the sentient manifestation of a mass extinction event being referred to as, "The enemy of humanity." If something or someone is threatening the entire population of the world (including beastmen, merfolk, and other fae) then he is in fact an enemy of everyone under threat, REGARDLESS OF WHAT HIS INTENTIONS ARE. You ever hear "The road to hell is paved with good intentions"? Yeah. That. Malleus didn't want to kill people, but that's effectively what he was doing and ignoring that fact is blatantly irresponsible. On a better day? Everyone's fear of Malleus is largely misplaced and of course calling him an enemy of humanity would be inherently prejudiced and way out of line. BUT THAT WAS NOT THE SITUATION AT THE TIME AND YOU ARE IGNORING THE THREAT HE VERY MUCH POSED IN FAVOR OF BABYING HIM OVER HIS INTENTIONS!

Let's recap here: MULTIPLE PEOPLE TRIED TO TALK MALLEUS DOWN AND GET HIM TO STOP OF HIS OWN ACCORD. Pray tell, dear Anon, what should they have done after that? You want to compare overblots? Let's compare overblots.

Every prior overblot in this story has been resolved by every nearby available person beating the ever loving snot out of the guilty party until it was over. As a result, five out of six previous overblots were ended within an hour of them occurring. Idia at the time was an exception and had been overblotted for several hours by the time he was knocked back to his senses. In the case of the Tartarus crisis, they even used STYX most powerful anti-blot weapons (the thunder spears) to attack the Shroud brothers because it was necessary to use potentially lethal force to stop the phantoms from breaking out of the facility and effectively save the world. THEY DID WHAT THEY HAD TO DO AND THEY DID NOT HOLD BACK! THEY DID NOT KNOW IF THEY COULD SAVE IDIA! In this way, Malleus is being treated EXACTLY like the other overblotters. When Malleus Draconia overblots, they tried the usual tactics. They tried to collectively overpower him at the farewell party and no one could touch him. Everyone was helpless to stop him. They all fell to his magic quick as winking. Malleus Draconia has TERRIFYING AMOUNTS OF MAGIC. So when he won't listen to reason, WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS ARE THEY SUPPOSE TO DO TO STOP HIM FROM ENDING LIFE ON THE PLANET AS THEY KNOW IT?

. . .

I know.

How about something they've been doing since the start of the story?

TAKE AWAY HIS MAGIC!

You know, what Riddle's signature spell does? What he did to Grim in the prologue? What he did to Leona when confronting him about the sports sabotage? Remember how in order to STOP RIDDLE FROM KILLING PEOPLE Trey overwrote his signature spell so that they would stand a fighting chance? Remember when the previous overblotters (and Grim) were immediately dressed in anti-magic collars to avoid issues when they were brought to STYX to be vetted? It's almost like we established that this is a thing people do in Twisted Wonderland do to handle magical emergencies.

Truly and honestly, what are you supposed to do when one of the five most powerful mages in the world poses a threat to your very existence and those you love? Try talking him down AGAIN? It makes complete and total sense to try and make Malleus weaker. How are they supposed to fight and beat him to stop the world as they know it from ending when he has access to the UNHOLY AMOUNTS OF MAGIC that they have repeatedly established he has? That they have been bested by repeatedly. NO ONE IN ON OR OFF OF SAGE'S ISLAND HAD BEEN ABLE TO TOUCH HIM OR DO ANYTHING AGAINST HIS POWER FOR DAYS! HE HAS BEEN OVERBLOTTING FOR DAYS WITHOUT A STOP TO HIS EXPANDING SPHERE OF INFLUENCE ENVELOPING THE WORLD! Cutting off his horns was a perfectly valid step to take because THEY QUITE LITERALLY HAD NO OTHER OPTIONS!

As for leaving him dismembered and disabled. . .

First off, let's remember that I just pointed out that the fate of the world was resting on that decision, and they had no other choice.

Secondly. . .

You have got to be kidding me.

Are you really comparing Malleus losing a PIECE of ONE of his horns to someone losing a limb? It's not even like losing your pinky finger! It's maybe sorta kinda like getting a nail torn out. HIS HORN WILL GROW BACK.

"But magic is second nature to fae so it IS like losing a__"

Shut up. No it's not.

He can still use magic. HE IS NOT DISABLED!

Oh no! One of the top five most powerful mages on the planet can't casually use magic to deal with every element of his daily life and fix every minor inconvenience he's presented with anymore. He might have to struggle to do things now. WHAT EVER WILL POOR MALLEUS DO NOW THAT HE'S NOT EXPONENTIALLY MORE POWERFUL THAN ALL HIS PEERS AND TEACHERS!? I GUESS HE'LL JUST HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! HOW DARE HE BE HUMANIZED! HOW DARE THIS PRECIOUS TRAUMATIZED MAGESTIC PRINCELY OVERPOWERED DRAGON IN HUMAN FORM BE FORCED TO LIVE LIKE THE COMMON FOLK!

I guess he'll just have to learn to see things through the eyes of his peers and have a new perspective on life he wasn't privvy to previously now that magic isn't something he can fling around casually. Seriously. How dare Malleus be given character development potential when none of the other overblotters were treated like this. IT'S SSOOOOOO UNFAAAAAAIIIRRRRRRR!!!1!1!1!1!!

Oh yeah, do you want to keep comparing him to the other overblotters? Because with how much of his horn he lost, he's about as disfigured as Leona. You know. The guy with the scar? Malleus has a scar now, however, unlike Leona's, Malleus' scar will disappear.

Have I mentioned how Riddle was in the same boat of abusing his power because he thought he was doing "the right thing" because he was also traumatized as a child? Riddle is so weak by comparison and caused so little a comparative fuss that a punch to the face and getting hassled by his dormmates is justice by TWST standards (we all know this is a writng problem for this game in general, right?). And you REALLY don't want me to mention how every other person who overblotted acted out of their minds with rage and pent up emotions as they did violent things that they ordinarily wouldn't consider while Malleus was oddly lucid and could actually consider being talked to while he cursed the world. Malleus was destroying the world and in enough of his right mind to consider stopping. But no, Malleus is the one being treated unfairly.

Dear Anon, Malleus Draconia has always been an extreme character. He's always been extremely powerful and used his magic flippantly with little regard for how others feel about it. His overblot caused an extreme situation that the rest of the cast was forced to take extreme measures to deal with. Him being treated "differently" from all of the other overblotters is DIRCTLY PROPORTIONAL TO THE DANGER HE POSED. On the extreme scale Malleus is working on, he is certainly not worse off than any other previous chapters' final bosses. So, no, I don't care that people called him mean names when he was slowly destroying the world. I don't care that his magic was "nerfed" and now he has to come down off his high horse and live a little like everyone else now. And I really don't care that fans are asking for more justice to be done JUST LIKE THEY DO WITH EVERY OTHER OVERBLOTTER WHO GOT OFF WITH A SLAP ON THE WRIST! WE DEMAND MORE FROM ALL OF THEM! Malleus is NOT an exception.

"Thank you for your take."

And yes, saying that Silver should not have his heroic moment as a knight in shining armor because that armor was worn when committing war crimes IS devaluing Silver based on his father's sins. Being a knight in shining armor is completely in character for Silver (AS A FREAKING DISNEY PRINCESS), and the fact that he is doing a good thing is meant to CONTRAST with his father who did bad things, NOT absolve said father of wrongdoing. The same tool that was once used for evil is now being used for good. IT'S POETIC!

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teeful-corner · 2 years ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ How? .ᐟ. . . (THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE!?) Lloyd Garmadon x Reader | Gender Neutral Reader

ੈ˳light Dragons Rising (s1) spoilers, reference to previous seasons; Ghosts of the past come to haunt Lloyd in the future, while somehow also quelling a long-term ache in his heart. ੈ˳tags / warning: implied relationship, death (slightly detailed), dealing of lost and angsty Lloyd, Jay and Cole are still not back :(, not proof read! 4.9k words.

"Hey Lloyd!" Arin called from the library, catching Lloyd's attention sharply as he tried to pass by. The call didn't seem urgent, yet Lloyd wasn't going to do anything of particular urgency either, so he decided to peak inside; he was also wondering why (and how) Arin was in the Library. Not that it had been locked, or anything of the sort, yet because the Library somewhere that Lloyd would have thought Sora would be, not Arin. Hmm, maybe scratch that. Arin would probably be in the Library if it meant he could learn anything about the ninja. Good dedication, he had to admit, albeit it a tad weird. "Yeah Arin?" Lloyd called back when Arin didn't turn his attention over to him, still engrossed in whatever he was looking at. When Lloyd entered the room, walking over to Arin to peer at the book from behind, he would soon notice it was an old photo album. Zane, Pixel, and Nya used to keep it up to date with adventures and general family outings. "Who's that? I don't think I ever remember a ninja wearing purple on your team before." Arin asked, pausing for a minute before he added on quite proudly. "And I know more about you guys than anyone should know!"

The photo that Arin was looking at was a group photo, one in front of the Monastery before one of the countless times it got burnt down. Sometimes Lloyd couldn't help but wonder why they didn't rebuild the Monastery out of something that was inflammable; though he guessed Master Wu always enjoyed coming back to a Monastery that hadn't changed. And Lloyd had to admit, it was also a nice change of pace of the constant changing world outside. It felt like a part of the chaotic world was standing still; even if that feeling was usually a brief one. Yet, in the photo, Arin would point at a Ninja who was piggy-backing off of Lloyd back. Well, maybe not piggy-backing. It was more of, at the time of the photo, they had jumped onto Lloyd's back and he was in the process of falling down. Meanwhile, Kai had burst out laughing and Nya was elbowing him, rather harshly, with a snicker. Though her efforts were rather targeted as seeing the rest of the team was already bursting out in bubbly laughter. Lloyd swore he could hear all their laughter echo in his pointed ears, like the day had just happened. But he knew he was wrong. His eyes became saddened as much as he tried to smile; if not to soothe Arin, then to soothe himself. "Ah, well, that's the Master of Crystals." Lloyd began to explain to Arin, who craned his neck back to look up at Lloyd. "...um, shoot. What can I say about them?" Lloyd tried not to laugh at his own short comings, a habit that he was constantly teased for yet he couldn't help. "The Master of Crystals?" Arin mumbled in echo to Lloyd's statement. His eyes filtered back down to the frozen photo, taking in how blurry everyone looked from moving. He couldn't help but crack a smile. "You two seem close!" "We were!... we really were." Lloyd's voice drew off a bit, his eyes glancing to the side as he still tried to wrack his mind on what to say. He knew if he said too much he would start crying, yet he also knew that Arin would want to know as much as possible. Yet how could he sum up them in words? That task, Lloyd thought, was impossible. "I wish you could have met them," Lloyd would find himself mumbling. "They were amazing, well as great as a person can be." Lloyd started as Arin turned to face him again, photobook still supported in his hands. "They were rather talented, some of their paintings are actually hung around the Monastery - well those that didn't burn in the fires. They were. . . wonderful, incredibly funny at all the wrong times. Fearless, in their own way, and yet reckless at the same time. Master Wu always scolded them for jumping head first into situations instead of using their head. "They were rather passionate as well, yet somehow managed to be a total introvert; they would not speak to the press, nor anyone they were uncomfortable with. Always gave one of the Ninja this stare that screamed 'help me'. Social awkwardness, that's the word for it." Lloyd couldn't help but smile as memories began to surface themselves after being dormant for years. Arin kept his eyes on Lloyd as he spoke, only occasionally glancing down at the picture to look of the Ninja that Lloyd spoke of. Arin couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't heard of them before. "They were also kind... maybe too kind." Lloyd paused in his speech, he had been rambling for a while before his words fell short. So much so Arin had noticed that Kai stopped to listen from the doorway; he seemed curious on the conversation, yet soon realized who Lloyd was talking about and grew the same solemn look. "What happened to them?" Arin was compelled to ask when he noticed all the past-tense that Lloyd was using when describing the Purple Ninja; furthermore the solemn look that the two grew when speaking about them. Yet, Arin wasn't sure if those looks were because the Ninja got lost during the merge. . . or if something before the merge happened.

The silence was more deafening than a rock-n-roll concert. Arin's brain was flooded with reasons for the sudden silence, ranging from the simplest answer (they were lost in the Merge) and the most complex scenario his brain could possibly think of. He would gingerly close the photo album and try and place it back into the shelf, "We don't have to talk about it if you guys don't want to!" He was quick to rush out. He didn't want to cause any sort of discomfort, and the silence suggested he had; that or he had just resurfaced some horrible memories that were being shoved away. Arin didn't hear when Kai had came over to the two, jumping when he felt the sudden warm hand on his shoulder, and gingerly glancing back over to Kai. He seemed in a much better shape about the question than Lloyd was. Arin knew Kai was trying to offer some sort of smile to soften the anxiousness that coursed through Arin - yet his smile wasn't very convincing. "They gave their life to try and protect us, kid." Kai explained, ruffling Arin's hair in another attempt to soften the mood. Yet, somehow Arin felt worse in hearing the news, turning to look over at Lloyd with apologetic eyes. Lloyd wasn't facing them.

Sora was quick to pick up on the more solemn mood that Lloyd seemed to be slumped in, not being as attentive during training or flat out spacing out - which tended to cause multiple accidents. Sora knew she wasn't the only one who caught on either. During her training with Nya, the Water Ninja continued glancing back at Lloyd with frowned eyebrows and eyes swimming in worry. Nevertheless, they both saw how careful Arin was around Lloyd, and Sora half wondered if some sort of stress caused Lloyd to crack and snap; she's heard from a few sources that he could have a temper on him. Yet, Nya pointed out how Kai acted around Lloyd and claimed that something happened that wasn't Lloyd snapping at Arin. Something much bigger. "How can something bigger than Lloyd snapping at Arin make Lloyd so. . ." Sora fished for the right word. Distant didn't feel right. ". . .I don't know! Not-Lloyd and Arin so cautious?" Nya glanced over at Sora, lips pierced in a frown, before her eyes returned over to Lloyd, "I don't know, but something did happen. Not Lloyd snapping happen, yet something. I've only seen Lloyd this despondent since-" And Nya stopped, causing Sora's interest to peak. She waiting for Nya to continue, dutifully noticing the rise of suspicion mixed with realization that swirled in Nya's eyes. When Nya did not continue, though, Sora asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Since some big even that caused Lloyd to lose someone close to him, and he somehow still blames himself over all these years?" It was a rhetorical question, laced with some humorous sarcasm, as Sora went back to her work. She was fixing up her mech, trying to add some enhancements on it so it would run smoother. All the while she was also trying to channel her elemental power without Riyu's help. This allowed Riyu to be able to lay in the sun nearby while intensively watching Sora's work, ready to bounce onto his feet if Sora needed his help. Sora noticed the silence from Nya, yet ignored it at first as she tightened a screw. Yet, after the third, the silence got a tad awkward. Sora glanced back at Nya, who was staring at her with a baffled look; almost as though she had seen a ghost. "What. . .?" Sora glanced behind her, seeing if she had missed something. Yet, she only saw her mech and came to the conclusion that she didn't. "How did you?" Nya's posture straightened as Sora glanced back at her. Now Sora was positively confused, "How did I what?" And Nya would roll her wrists, acting like that had carried the answer to Sora's question. It didn't and Sora was left just puzzled. Yet Nya seemed to get the hint that, maybe, Sora didn't know what she was talking about and happened to just take a rather accurate jab in the dark with her rhetorical question. As for Nya shook her head, clearing the baffled look on her face, before actually waving off Sora's puzzled look this time. "Nothing, nothing. I just thought-" And again, Nya wouldn't finish her sentence as her eyes drifted back to Lloyd. Sora would notice as she rubbed her neck, her eyebrows frowning more so than before, and a frown tugging deeper on her lips.

"I LEFT YOU GUYS ALONE FOR ONLY A SECOND!" Kai's shouting filled the court yard as Sora, Arin, Wyldfyre, and Riyu stood away from the gigantic hole in Monastery wall. Kai had gone inside only a a few minutes before a merge portal had appeared right above the Monetary; which both frightened and confused the four, seeing as Lloyd had used the dragon cores a few weeks ago! "It wasn't us!" Arin started, instantly trusting his hands up in the same way a cop would ask you to. Kai gawked at the four before rushing down the Monastery steps as Zane peaked door behind him, confused. Sora was quick to add to Arin's plea for innocence, yet she was cut off by Wyldfyre. "This was not our faults!" Wyldfyre crossed her arms, "Someone just fell out of the sky, crashed, and broke the wall! It was not me this time." Sora resorted just to agreeing with the two at this point. Kai groaned, and Sora wondered if it was out of laziness (for not wanting to deal with another broken Monastery wall) or out of 'I'm going to be killed for leaving you all alone!'. Either way he rushed past the four and over to the wall, but to Riyu's concerned growls, to check out the damage. He drew his sword just encase. "Fell out of the sky? But Lloyd should have stopped the rifts from reopening." Zane said as he walked over to Arin's left, staring at the rubble with confusion before he began to analyze the rubble as Kai began to carefully climb onto of it. "That's what I thought!" Arin shouted, thrusting his hands out at the crashed wall, "but then someone just- FELL FROM THE SKY!" Sora would add, "While being spit out of a rift. Though it disappeared after they got spat out." "Again, none of this was Wyldfyre's fault." Wyldfyre stated again, nodding in agreement to her own statement as though to add value to it. Nya didn't seem too amused as she rushed out with Lloyd to the hole in the wall and the proclamations of rifts and people falling out of them. Kai swore he was getting a headache from listening to Arin, Sora, and Wyldfyre explaining the situation again; not from their voices, yet from the sheer annoyance that these rifts were causing trouble again. Especially when they had all thought that they were taken care of. And just as he thought life was getting back to normal, or as normal as life after the Merge could get, life slaps him in the face. Again! Thanks life, you're really helpful. Yet Kai's sour thoughts towards life didn't stop him from checking the rubble and coming to a quick stop after he noticed a familiar gi lying on top of the white stone. His body froze at an instant, the grip on the Monetary wall tightened, both out of fear and unknowing how to process who laid in front of him. "Lloyd-" Kai called into the flurry of voices that tried to figure out what had happened. Gaining no response from Lloyd at first, Kai tried calling him again despite not being able to tear his eyes away from the person. Finally, "LLOYD!" "What?!" Lloyd shouted back to Kai, turning to face the Fire Master both confused and more aggressive than he intended. Though his stance quickly softened as he noticed Kai's face: pale white. A beat. Lloyd gingerly, yet with as much confidence as he could muster, walked over to Kai and where he stood on the rubble. As he approached behind him, Lloyd called out again: "Kai?" Yet the only response he gained was a shaking hand that Kai pointed towards the rubble. Concerned, and with adrenaline now rushing through his blood like crazy (the held silence from the others not helping his nerves at all) Lloyd climbed upon the rubble to come face to face with a haunting face. In an instant, it felt like Lloyd's world was turned upside down as his eyes flickered over every detail of the familiar body that was no longer mangled or torn, no longer gruesomely defiled in the most repulsive way.

Lloyd could still remember how their limbs hung on like strings, or were disconnected entirely. How their blood stained the concrete road blacker than it had been, how the rotting smell filled the streets before the war had ended and they were safe to burry their friend. The details rushed back to Lloyd quicker than he wanted; more graphic than Lloyd remembered it being. The shock, horror, terror, slight disgust all made him recoil away from the stones wall; it forced him to completely turn his back and cup his mouth in fear of puking. His eyes were wide, his pupils shrunk as he tried to get those horrible, god awful memories out of his mind. The smell he remembered that coated the streets hit him, causing him to hunch over. He knew this was all in his head, old trauma resurfacing to bite him in the ass for never fully recovering from that scene. He could hear the voices, panicked and just as disturbed (mostly from the original Ninja) when they realized who laid in the rubble. Lloyd distantly felt a hand on his back, but his mind swirled and circled as he felt like his gut had been punched. "What's going on? What's happening?" Arin panic sounded so far to Lloyd, and Arin seemed further when Lloyd turned to look at his student. Arin grew fearful as he saw the detailed horror on Lloyd. Nya was trying to calm the situation. Zane was examining the body, trying to make sense of what was happening. He first ran a diagnostic and the only words Lloyd picked up were "Alive", "Breathing", "Vital". They weren't mangled and torn and tattered, they breathed and were whole and alive. That was a wild concept to Lloyd, caused his knees to buckle. His hand slid down roughly on the Monastery wall as he crashed to his knees. He was trying to keep the tears from spilling over, hiccupping escaping his throat as he choked back sobs. "Can someone explain to use what's going on?!" Sora shouted as Lloyd balled his hand into a fist against the Monastery. Sora sounded distressed, Lloyd couldn't blame her. He couldn't blame any of the new students for how they felt at the moment, after all this was slowly turning into a shitshow of emotions. Lloyd could feel Nya trying to snap him out of his engrossing thoughts yet the felt all consuming; It's like Lloyd felt everything all at once and yet, somehow, nothing at the same time. He blanked out at the explanation the students were given. He blanked out for a while. He wasn't sure when someone had managed to move him, yet he now sat in the living room of the Monastery with his fists clenching at his pants and this sickening feeling still in his stomach. How can you possibly explain that the fact that someone who had died, gave their life, to protect something greater than them (yet somehow also meaningless after they gave their life) to students who hadn't heard of them before? Lloyd moved his hand to cup his mouth, trying to control his breathing as his eyes zooned out on the floor. His knee bounced now without the weight of his arm. He could hear Nya next to him trying to explain the seemingly impossible to the three students: "A long. . . long, time ago, during one of our last fights with Lord Garmadon, after Harumi had resurrected him, we were almost cornered." Nya explained, "Well, we had been running from their joint forces for a while, taking refugee in abandoned building of Ninjago, yet this time we had no were to truly run. I suggested we split up, confuse Lord Garmadon and Harumi and Lloyd said we needed to all stick together." Nya would pause, allowing Lloyd to notice how she had rambled a little and how Kai had to place a hand on her shoulder. There was a silent nod that was shared from Kai to Nya, something to reassure her. Nya took a deep breath before she continued, "To make a long story short, the Ninja you saw crashing through the wall was the Purple Ninja, Master of Crystals. . . (y/n). "They had, despite much protest, said they would ward off Garmadon and give us a chance to escape; promised that they would meet us back at the base-"

"Garmadon tore her to pieces." The growl in Lloyd's voice didn't go unmissed as he interrupted Nya. His hand pulled down from his mouth, pulling at his skin a little before he rubbed his neck. "Left her to die rotting on the street, limbs hanging on by threads. . ." His statement was followed by silence, stunned if not horrified silence. Lloyd didn't look up at the three students, who sat or stood nearby. He couldn't bare to catch their eyes, to catch the horror that their mind was crafting after the vague description that Lloyd left hanging in the air. The silence was thick, thicker than Lloyd would have wished. "But... but they seemed.. fine?" Arin choked out, trying to get some sort of positivity back into the room; or at least to get some people to start looking on the bright side. Despite the gruesome topic. "We don't know how." Nya answered, shaking her head. "The best explanation would be that she was fixed when their soul moved on to the Departed Realm? But we haven't seen much trace of that realm in the merged... nor have we seen many traces of other realms for souls, like the Cursed Realm." "Yes, and it is rather odd that she would appear now." Zane walked into the room, cleaning his hands with a cleaning cloth. Attention snapped to him in a unsettling way (from his standards) yet he guessed it was just worry for the Ninja he had just been taking care of. "Especially after Lloyd stopped the MergeQuake. We can only hope that means that the Realms are settling into their new place, and returning people to where they're meant to be. Yet, that would not explain how (y/n) managed to resurrect." Zane noticed how Lloyd didn't look in his direction when he spoke, yet he couldn't blame Lloyd, not after all they've been through. Not after all he's been through; Especially since he was the closest to (y/n). "Well, the only thing we can do now is just wait for them to wake up, yeah?" Sora pipped up after a moment and she would receive a nod from Zane. She made sure to think on her next words, as well as her tone, before she crossed her arms, "So then let's go do something! I'm sure your friend wouldn't want to wake up after being dead for so long to see you all depressed!" "OH!" Arin pipped up instantly. "I have just the thing!"

The smell of some sort of bread was the first thing that came to mind, the second would be the warmth of a weighted cover that was tossed up to my shoulders, and the third would be the softness of the pillow at my head and the mattress under me. The warm and softness coaxed me back to sleep, yet my mind made it feel as though I had been asleep for decades. Decades. A soft murmur escaped my mouth as I rolled onto my side, my brain slowly registering the sounds that echoed from where I laid. The sound of birds nearby, the clattering of pans, the sound of laughter and chatter and talking; Feet on wood floors and sliding doors. The smell of different ingredients mixing with the smell of baking bread or maybe pie. It was like the sweetest dream. I grabbed at my covers and turned again on the mattress below me. It was so tempting to go back to sleep, to let the soft, warm sounds bring me to a dream where I was with everyone again. That was until I had fully registered what was happening. With a quick motion I shoved the blanket off of me, sitting up, and looking around feverously. I stared at the room in front of me, all too familiar and all too haunting. My hands had a mind of their own at they first touched the sheets under me, then my cheeks and face, and slowly my whole body as I began to register something: I was. . . alive? How was this possible? Hadn't I died, oh I don't remember, a few years ago? This shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't-. Thoughts circled around my mind like a storm that could not be tamed, panicked and frightened, terrified and horrific. I tried to remember what I could not, at the time, and my only last thoughts were those of the moments before I had died. The feeling of my bones, ligaments, tendons, muscles all pulling apart are screams ripped out of my throat in a piercing way that still haunting me. The tears that streamed down my cheeks, the pain; oh the unbearable pain, all suffered to make sure that everyone else could hopefully see another day. So Lloyd could see another day. I raised my hand, feeling my damp cheeks. I didn't even realize I had been crying, and I frowned my eyebrows as I couldn't understand whether it was because the memories or the confusion. And I couldn't help but sit on the bed, my bed, as I reeled in all that was happening. I was alive, I was back. Yet was everyone else here? What had happened after I died? Did the resistance work? Is Ninjago City back to how it had been? Is- The thoughts brought me onto my feet and tugged at my gi, taking in a shaky breath as I felt it. My feet guided themselves, my mind in a foggy trance, to the door and out the room, down the hallway of the Monetary while following the sounds of voices and laughter. I was led to the kitchen, were I would stand at the door and look in at the scene: Lloyd, Nya, Zane, Kai, and four people I didn't know; three kids, one frog guy. They all were making Pies, from what I could tell, and they were laughing and smiling and joking. Kai had flicked flour at Nya, who sneezed and glared playfully at Kai. Zane was putting pies into the stove, helping as the kid with pink hair read a book out loud. Lloyd with a kid in orange stood at a counter nearby, seemingly racing to make the pie that the pink-haired kid was shouting. The frog guy stood nearby. I didn't noticed as tears flowed back down my cheeks as I stared at the scene, my mouth slightly agape. Everything seemed so peaceful, so right. I could only guess Jay was in his room changing because there was a massive pile of flour on the floor and on Kai and Lloyd. Cole probably in the bathroom from having eaten too many of the sweets, with all the empty pie tins that laid on the table. Nya was the first to notice me, she was about to throw water at Kai yet paused as her eyes caught a glimpse of me and looked back. I could see the way her eyes widened, realization and relief and overwhelm wash her. All I could give her in response was a small smile, a weak bit of laughter.

There was a brief moment were we just stared at each other, and the next thing I knew Nya had rushed away from her spot and enveloped me in a hug. And I couldn't help but hug her back, feeling tears form in her eyes as I choked on mine. "Oh fuck-" Kai mumbled, and I could only guess he had realized why Nya had not shot him with water and instead rushed towards the door. The room grew quiet, confused then realized, as attention darted over to Nya and I. Lloyd's eyes. Oh, his eyes. Despite the pain that rang through them, they way they scrunched and drew out lines on his face. Despite the way he could only meet my eyes for a few seconds at a time. Despite the way they reddened, looking like he was about to cry. His eyes were still lovely as ever. I tightened my grip on Nya, "What did I miss?" I mumbled softly to the shocked silence. I let out something akin to a airy-chuckle. "Most recently, the ending of MerqeQuakes which occurred when all the realms were merged together into one big realm; before that,-" Zane began to respond yet he stopped himself. He couldn't help but smile, and I swear he was about to cry (if he could). "Actually, that does not matter. What matters now is that you're back... and awake." Nya slowly let go of me, I could feel as she tried to break from my grip and I slowly loosened her. She was smiling, yet she was crying; choking on her own tears. I couldn't help but give Nya one last reassuring squeeze before I slowly moved around her and towards Lloyd. The silence seemed thicker as I reached Lloyd, his hesitance more noticeable as his brows thickened and frowned. A thin frown spread across my lips, I knew what this was about (that much didn't take me being alive for years to know). "Lloyd I-" My voice felt weak as I started, reaching out to Lloyd with my hand yet stopping. I balled it into a fist, seeing Lloyd turn away from me, and slowly dropped my arm back to my side. What words could you say to someone who you betrayed? Nevertheless someone like Lloyd, who's been through so much and the last thing he wanted (I knew) was to see my body on the concrete floor. Blood staining the road. Limps ripped apart by his father. I knew that so much that my last thoughts had been about Lloyd had how he would react when he saw the scene. My mouth twitched as I stood there, next to Lloyd, in silence as my head fell. Sorry was not good enough, it would never be good enough; no apology would be good enough to start trying to make up for the time I had missed. For lying, as I knew that I wouldn't meet them back up. For everything. For leaving him alone and making him bear the world without me for so many years. For not being there for him for whatever he had to go through while I was gone; it had aged him so, I could see the aged pain in his eyes. It would never feel enough. "I'm-" And yet, somehow Lloyd turned to face me. And somehow, he came to embrace me, hugging me tightly as though he were afraid I would die again. And somehow, he managed to be near me after everything I had done. And somehow, I had a feeling, we would slowly get through this. Slowly, I wrapped Lloyd in a hug and gripped onto his gi, just as tightly. I buried my face into his shoulder as he did the same and we just stood there and hugged tightly. And everything felt right, even if it was for a brief moment. Everything felt like it had and how it should here in the Monastery, with Lloyd: It felt like home.

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somethingponysomething · 2 months ago

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Why did Zhao Yuanzhou go to the Demon Hunting Bureau the way he did?

Contains spoilers

I do not mean why he went there. That is made clear in Episode 2

But why he did it the way he did. As in, arriving all cocky and mysterious, announcing himself as the great demon Zhu Yan. Including the red eyes.

But also straightening the Bureau’s sign.

And then, of course, fighting ZYC.

He seemed pretty evil there. He even killed a guy to show he can. And will. Bit ruthless. But I suppose that’s the point of his act up to that point. (It's never mentioned again, so it's even possible that the guy didn't actually die, was just used for point making and was later healed. Or not.)

And then it turns out he also wrote a letter about helping the Demon Hunting Bureau solve cases (so there’s a chance to rebuild it, despite Chongwu Camp’s sabotaging) and came to offer himself as a gift.

He could have just knocked and started with that explanation, but as ZYC came running with his sword out as soon as the great demon sauntered in, I think we can scratch that as a viable option. ZYZ knew that. After all, he did kill ZYC’s father and brother and quite a few members of the DHB. Not something someone would easily forgive or forget. If he did so without introducing himself as Zhu Yan, he would probably have been referred to the application procedure. If there is one. No idea if DHB is recruiting at that point. But then he wouldn’t have gotten ZYC’s promise to kill him. Sure, bringing up his true identity later might have done that anyway, but I think he also wanted to get an idea of ZYC’s strength and skill with any sword, but especially the Cloud Light Sword.

And that’s not all. ZYC isn’t the only one he can’t simply talk to. He has a connection to Wen Xiao, too. After all, he’s not going to request working with someone he doesn’t know, is he? The way he puts it does feel like a threat and escaping from the dungeon doesn’t help his case, though. Until the two of them meet in the hallway and she gets a number of strange flashbacks and then wonders if they have met before.

They have, of course. He was her shifu’s close friend. Although she apparently never got to see his face back then. Or heard either of his names. And something is up with her memory. Possibly caused by trauma? Hm. We never know, although we are kind of led to believe ZYZ may have something to do with that (or at least knows more) in episode 5.

But I digress.

ZYZ chooses to pretend they do not know each other for the time being. When it turns out they do know each other, he says he hid it from her because he wanted them to get to know each other again, but I think there’s more than just that. I think it has something to do with him leaving her at the DHB’s door some time ago (my guess would be 8 years, because a lot of stuff got messed up around that time) and his promise to come back for her. Including the famous note with a promise form Great Demon to stay with her until he died. If she does recognize him, she’d probably be a tad cross with him. Pretending they don’t know each other seems like the safest way.

So apart from enjoying making such a dramatic entrance, he probably believed this was the best way, perhaps the only one. And I think he was right.

Call it another hill, if you like. And feel free to join and enjoy the scenery. Or tell me why I’m wrong. I can take it and more importantly, am always interested in other people’s theories.

#fangs of fortune #fof #zhao yuanzhou #hou minghao #zhuo yichen #tian jiarui #wen xiao #chen duling #still in there still rewatching #the easy way is never the easy way #he does like to go all out on the acting though #so I bet he enjoyed it

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mlmxreader · 7 months ago

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Appreciate The Company | Kuai Liang x gn!reader

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: ̗̀➛ You and Kuai Liang both have a crush on one another, and it's only thanks to Johnny Cage that either of you find out about it.

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You watched from afar as Kuai Liang gave a lesson to his men; perched on a rock in a white fluffy coat that Johnny had said made you look like a stand-in for an East 17 music video, you stood out easily.

The little wave that Kuai Liang gave you between breaks never failed to make your heart skip and pound amongst your ribs, worried that they might break sooner or later; you couldn't tell him, though.

Kuai Liang was a Grandmaster, he was a man of authority and respect and you were... Johnny Cage's friend. Nothing exactly special, nothing exactly deserving of a man of Kuai Liang's calibre.

Your phone went off, and you checked it to see a message from Johnny; he kept trying to get you to tell him how you felt, and as your self-appointed wingman, Johnny wasn't going to go two minutes without posting you about it - you weren't sure what was worse between that and Kung Lao backing him up on it.

You decided to ignore it when you noticed the man of every single hour coming over to you; you tried not to grin, your face feeling warm as you cleared your throat and curtly nodded at him.

"Grandmaster."

"Please," he said gruffly. "Kuai Liang."

You shook your head. "Oh, no, I couldn't, I-"

"Why not?" He frowned, furrowing his brows together.

You shrugged as you rubbed the back of your neck, a little embarrassed. "I, I just mean, y'know, you're the erm, the grand Mister- I mean Grandmaster! I, I couldn't do you a dist, disrespect like that."

Casually, Kuai Liang gestured to the rock beside you. "May I?"

You nodded, moving over a little. "Yeah! Yeah, sure thing, I mean, I mean, this is your, your home after all and I'm just-"

"More than a guest," he told you softly with a smile. "This is your home, too."

"I couldn't, I-"

"Why are you always so nervous to speak to me?" He asked quietly, almost like he was saddened by the thought.

You cleared your throat as you tried to steady your words. "I just, I... well, you know, you're... you're very... very nice."

Kuai Liang smiled a little as he patted your knee gently. "Johnny Cage told me."

Your eyes went wide as your jaw dropped; gawking at him as all ability to form words completely left you. Stunned was not quite the word, a massive underexaggeration.

He laughed softly, scratching his bearded chin. "Don't worry, it was either he was going to tell me... or he was going to tell you. I didn't want you to have that embarrassment."

"But..." You took a moment to steady your breath. "But you... you feel the same?"

He nodded, holding his hand out. "Would you please come a little closer?"

You shakily took his hand and allowed him to tug you closer as he took your other hand and gazed at you. He didn't look, he fucking gazed.

"Grandmaster..."

"Kuai Liang," he protested with a gentle laugh. "Listen... I've never... I've never thought for once about romance, and... and I am rusty in that department. But for you? I would give it a try."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, feeling as if you were going to put the back of your hand to your forehead and fall backwards like all those silly cliche murder mystery films. "You... wait... you don't... you don't..."

"I feel the same as you do," he said with a soft laugh. "Would you... allow me to court you?"

You nodded slowly. "Erm. Okay. Yeah."

He gently took your hand again, and softly kissed the back of it just below your knuckles. "I have a free day today - Raiden is going to give my men some lessons on self defence... would you like to come on a walk with me?"

You nodded again. "Okay."

Slowly, Kuai Liang stood up, and gave you his hand to hold as he smiled; when you fell into step beside him, he grinned as he felt you swing your hand a little bit. He guided you through the woods, letting you stop to admire a particularly interesting looking few plants; he wasn't expecting you to ask him to catch a snowball and throw it back.

He laughed softly when it exploded against your hands.

"Is this your idea of flirting?" He asked, tugging you close. He realised he had brought you too close when he could not take his eyes from your mouth.

You laughed nervously. "Too much?"

He shook his head, the tip of his nose grazing against yours. "Take this at your own pace, my love. If this isn't our first date, then so be it. I don't mind."

"I am just so fucking nervous," you breathed out. "I don't wanna fuck up, and I don't think you deserve me because I'm just some... some randomer Johnny introduced you to and... and I just don't think I'm good enough, and-"

He grabbed your face and kissed you softly; your hands went to his wrists, and you kissed him back as you smiled. It was all the reassurance that you needed as you laughed softly.

"Sorry," you whispered.

He shook his head. "Was that alright?"

You nodded as you licked your lips. "It was... it was alright, yeah."

"Can I..." he paused to swallow thickly. "Can I do it again?"

You nodded, a little bit more warmed up to the idea. "Please do."

He kissed you with the same chaste softness, and when you smiled into it, so did he.

"Shall we keep walking?" He whispered. "I'll let you throw more snowballs to me - maybe I can even make them a little tougher so they won't explode against your hands?"

You laughed as you nodded eagerly. "I would like that... maybe... when we get back, can I, erm... can I share your bed? Not in that way! I just mean, you know... take a nap with you?"

Kuai Liang grinned as he linked his arm with yours and fell into step beside you. "I would appreciate the company."

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I feel like, in a lot of ways, TFA and TFP Megatron are opposites. Like TFA Megatron tends to solve problems more with cunning/manipulation, whereas TFP Megatron prefers to brute force. TFA Megatron is more fancy and appreciates the finer things in life (man literally twists oil barrels into goblets), whereas TFP Megatron doesn't gaf (he never buffs out the scratches from battle). I feel like the two would really butt heads, especially since I headcanon that despite still being pretty old, TFA Megatron is one of the youngest versions of Megatron. I just want to see TFA Megatron and TFP Megatron fight tbh lol. I'm curious about your thoughts on this?

i've talked about my view of megatrom before, but i'll go into more detail here.

i LOVE tfa megatron. he's by far my favorite because he's so deliciously evil. he's the kind of villain where it's almost fun to see him do his evil schemes. would i shit my pants if i ever saw him out in the wild? absolutely. but i still think he's just so good because he's simultaneously an elegant gentleman and a brutal bully. he's so fun to watch, and corey burton's voice work ties him all together.

on the flipside, i utterly despise tfp megatron. it's not because he's badly written. on the contrary, he's so well written that a lot of what he does hits too close to home. he's a more realistic evil, someone you may know in your personal life.

now, if the two of them were to fight? even with my biases aside, i'd have to give it to tfa megatron.

there's two main reasons for that. the first is that tfa megatron is extremely cunning and ruthless. he hunted for the allspark for four million years, iirc, and was able to expertly manipulate isaac sumdac into rebuilding his body, rather than brute forcing his way back into his body. he also has an iron grip over the decepticons, save for starscream, to the point where they aren't willing to risk mutiny against him. (remember, upon realizing he was betrayed, this megatron didn't hesitate to shoot starscream in the face.) tfp megatron is too headstrong and prone to ideas so outlandish that even some of his own decepticons think he's lost his mind.

and the second point is physical might. tfp megs is about thirty feet tall, making him a bit bigger than tfa optimus at twenty eight feet tall. tfa megatron, on the other hand...

yeah.

it's tfa megatron for me.

#tfp megatron would definitely put up one hell of a fight #but tfa megatron is built different #transformers #megatron #transformers animated #tfa megatron #transformers prime #tfp megatron #maccadam #answering things

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been seeing people write up s4 wishlists so heres mine !!!

- i actually would like to see nickel apologize. i trust them to not have suitcase forgive his ass at all but after everything he put her through, she deserves that closure!

- on that note, what about suitcase and baseballs relationship now? i think the thing is that even up to the end, baseball still didnt fully understand suitcase. even if he understood why she left the alliance, he still believes her to be a victim of circumstance when it came to voting nickel out, and then he assumed himself to be a source of anxiety for suitcase and didn't let her talk after she chose knife as her final competitor. i don't think its OVER for them as friends especially since baseballs learned he can't give up trying even when he fails, but i do think its another obstacle in their rocky relationship. yeesh you two this is awkward

- also ALSO i would like to see baseball and balloon interact?. they hardly interacted on the grand slams and while baseball did side with nickel in the plot to get him out, he still wanted suitcase to have him as a friend if thats what she wanted. overall he doesn't seem to dislike balloon, at all? cant really say how balloon sees him. but i wanna See

- the complications in fan and test tubes relationship with bot, we've already seen some of it with bot going against test tube when it came to cabby, but im talking more about bot resenting them for the way they were made. i mean i would also like to see fans positive relationship as well since we've mostly only seen test tubes side of things, but when it comes to both of them i wanna see how that resentment might interfere with bots relationship to them. bot genuinely does seem to desire having them in their life, but what now? part of me wonders if finding out that they (unknowingly) perpetuated a cycle of abuse through bot would also affect this, and also how.

- SPEAKING OF THE CYCLE !!!!!! (<-rain world fans when theres a cycle) i really want to see how the contestants process their entire existence being for a gameshow. like, none of them have parents, they just spawned into the world thinking death wasnt such a huge deal because they could be revived (until now). they're some guys coping mechanism. yeah sure they can now make their lives their own, but they aren't NORMAL. thats kinda fucked when you think about it

- salt character development please please please oh please. the thing thats really interesting about salt is that she's one of the very few who hasn't broken from her "code" so to speak. i really do think the only thing that's going to cause her to do that (as hinted at by brian? or at least how i interpreted it) is if pepper gets fed up with her acting like the world revolves around her. pepper is just as much salts other half as salt is peppers, the only thing is, salt doesn't realize that because she's the "trendsetter" and peppers the "follower". it also doesn't seem like anyone else actually likes her at this point either, so if she loses pepper for a bit its really gonna force her to reevaluate her entire life.

- on that note this is a personal headcanon ive come up with so im not betting on it happening. but its really good to the point that id like to see it in canon so im putting it here anyways. candlepep friendship? candle has learned she needs to focus on herself rather than the needs of others, but since the contestants have to rebuild from scratch, i could very well see her falling back on old habits and trying to help others and possibly forgetting her own needs. she must feel needed, after all! but then theres pepper. based on my hypothetical above, being without salt is gonna be really tough for her but she's probably gonna have a little more support from others than salt.

However! pepper instinctively feels like she needs someone to "follow", so without salt i could very well see her trying to latch onto others. i feel like seeing someone who's in a similar predicament (both girls needing to center someone else in their lives) might remind candle that she needs to remember her needs and focus on herself. i feel like the two of them could teach eachother something important? meditation involves focusing on yourself and pepper still needs to learn that. as for the other way around, peppers interests are more based on fashion and makeup (and while those are interests that still align with salt) and that kind of practice is most fun when you focus on what makes you personally happy (something candle could learn, focusing on her wants and needs etc). i like the idea of them not necessarily NEEDING eachother but growing to like the other and wanting the other as their friend. either that or their problems clash and it becomes toxic yuri but i think candles had enough. brian koch receive my brain waves...... PLEASEEEE..........

- get funny with the contestants. some of these fuckers havent even SEEN eachother before ii18. i wanna see everyone get screentime if im being honest! i wanna see new friendships form and shit, maybe new rivalries as well! @/br1ghtestlight mentioned teakettle, tissues, lifering and blueberry living together at some point and i really like the idea of that, i can see how they'd work. i do want to be surprised on some small part but honestly, whatever works.

- the ultimate cheer factory (bot, goo, cheesy, cherries, maybe bomb and lightbulb). they'll take over the world

- fluffy payjay affection but i want it in small doses. maybe we see oj holding onto papers arm as they're discussing the new hotel with others, or them going on a gay little date as a b-plot, or calling eachother the dumbest petnames possible. at least one onscreen kissy. i don't hate payjay or anything i love it actually. just small doses or ill explode and die from being a payjay shipper for 7 years

- Mephones Possibly Complicated Healing Journey. i feel like mephones feelings surrounding cobs being dead are a little complicated, on the basis that cobs made him and he's spent most of his life wanting his approval, but he is mostly relieved. the only thing mephone has ever wanted was to be free from him after all! i also want to see more of 3GS, who he is outside of what we've seen of him. i think he'd like flash games on the puter

- knickle scene that lasts more than a minute PLEASE I MISS OUR GAMERS

- knife struggling to adjust to his new life. "its fine, im.... here." yeah sure 🙄 i saw that look on your face i KNOW you gaf. ontop of everything ive already talked about in the past (being a ghost), he now has (accidentally cus he didn't really MEAN to) shoehorned himself into marshmallows life and i dont think she's gonna give up living with bow just cus knife guy is there, but damn thats gotta make things REAL hard for the both of them. i never want to see marsh forgive him for bullying her just cus he saved her life, but i do want to see how they make... living with eachother, work out. i would also like to see us get into the 5 Secret Hints That Knife Probably Doesn't Like Himself Very Much but not at the same time as the marsh stuff probably

- taco adjusting. not only has she had it ROUGH even before the finale, but uh. no one trusts her probably. except for like, mic, and maybe soap. the bfdi x ii shorts arent canon but given the way she acts in that short, i think its easy to expect that shes gonna struggle HARD. on that note more of her and soap, i feel like having them introduced was such a good idea and soap is probably going to be a really good person for taco to have around when shes struggling to do the right thing. i also want her and marsh to talk about mepad but i dont have much else to say besides that

- okay god most of this is specific character interactions. suitcase and pickle become friendsies? please?? pretty pretty please.

- n/a and others return from the war :(. I miss them

- i heavily doubt they'll bring in the recommended characters as characters for real but I would like to see it happen. I think it would be really funny if apple saw teddy bear again and was like "oh hi teddy bear :D I missed you!!!" and teddy bear was like SHUT UP SHUT UP I HATE YOU YOU NEVER SHOULD'VE BEAT ME even though its been years and it hardly matters anymore. I would like to see more of magnifying glass and spikey mervert but I don't have a whole lot to go off of with them, other than mag showing up to the spoiled lemon concert in episode 10 for some reason.

thats all I can think of for now .... I'm hungry ..........

#mossball.txt #inanimate insanity #aci don't look

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I think the thing that ultimately gets me about how Deku has supposedly inspired away everything that'd lead to more Tenkos turning into Tomuras is...just "why?" Like, why did this:

Happen differently this time? I mean that's a fair question to ask, isn't it? The Walk was effectively the true inciting incident for Tomura, leader of the League, to hate hero society; you'd want a really solid answer as to why that won't happen again I would think.

The narration from Hawks and accompanying imagery implies it's because Deku inspired folks to not sit on the sidelines anymore, further implied to be a Hero Society-wide effect Deku has had that'll supposedly eliminate the bystander effect that led us here and give heroes more free time.

But like...Why is that different from what we've seen of heroes before now? All Might was around for 40 years and Deku, in the end, didn't really do anything AM didn't do; he punched out the big bad for the world to see. And All Might did also inspire people like the origin trio to action...by becoming heroes. Yet civilians like the old lady were inspired to go about her day because a hero would handle it, while Deku inspired her to reach out a hand herself. Why?

I've heard some suggest it's because Deku was less independent, had more of a teamwork focus in his big moment. But I’ve said this before, I think those people assume All Might was a lot more independent than he really was, and Deku a lot less. I mean a lot of Deku's fight was broadcast, including big portions where he was fighting the big bad solo just like All Might in Kamino. And then both fights ended with more heroes coming in to lend support.

So I'm just not seeing why public effect is so radically different.

And it's just that, I have been waiting to see what would prevent more Tomuras from crawling out of the woodworks to destroy even more since MVA; what measures would be taken to prevent that? Perhaps Tomura would destroy hero society, not just its buildings but its corrupt ideals, leadership, & figureheads; and maybe when he was beaten there would be room to rebuild it better from scratch? No, he didn't really destroy much at all actually, and things are being rebuilt just as they were. Would Deku and Tomura perhaps team up going forward after he's saved; with the latter's eyes for what's wrong in the world and the former's ability to fix it without violence? No, Deku kills Tomura because he was just too unforgivable, it's implied he was just after a tasteful way to do that the whole fight. Well, would Deku at least listen to what drove Tomura to villainy and do something about any of that? Nope, if it wasn't his final words to Spinner or their talk about hand holding, it was in one ear and out the other for Deku; and there's no sign he's told many people what little he did learn.

So what saves the Teknos of the world? Well Deku kills the big bad on live TV and it's really inspiring. Why is that different from the past 40 years? ...Horikoshi is to burnt out to answer. That's the ultimate answer to the question I've been asking for nearly 200 chapters.

Well I guess I always knew that if Deku couldn't save Tomura, it'd mean he couldn't save anyone like him. And well, he didn't save Tomura. It's why this plot point of "but they get saved anyway" rings so hollow; it's unearned, unfair, unrealistic, and outright contrived & unbelievable as things have been set-up. I just cannot believe it would work out this way; it is honestly 100 times more believable to suppose the old lady was a guilt-fuelled one-off and most Tenkos will die in the streets or turn to villainy. Especially once this "the villain is dead" high has passed. Because as it is; this resolution as-presented feels as reasonable as our finale in chapter 430 suggesting Deku was so inspirational that no one was ever a villain again either.

#bnha #bnha 429 #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #league of villains #lov #paranormal liberation front #PLF #midoriya izuku #all might #hero society #all for one #hawks #I guess this is just my emotional state going into the final chapter.#How are you guys doing?

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Rotten Work Joel Miller x Female Reader (S2 E2 Fix-it)

Chapter 1

Series Summary: After running away from Salt Lake with Joel, destroying everything you had built with the Fireflies, you had always suspected that you would face a reckoning. Fortunately for you and Joel, you're not giving up on your life together that easily.

Summary: Joel's would-be killers were persistent, but so were you.

Tags/Warnings: Doctor!reader, Firefly!reader, age gap (reader is 45, Joel is 61), Joel lives bitches! mild description of injuries, future 18+ chapters.

Am currently writing my masters thesis so writing for this is gonna be very sporadic. But I am determined to continue.

This was a bad day. This was a very bad day. In the five years since you'd left the Fireflies with Joel, you'd almost forgotten what a truly terrible day was like. Fortunately, it didn't take you long to remember.

When you'd heard the bells, you and your team had immediately leapt into action. While others grabbed rifles, shotguns, and flamethrowers, you'd grabbed your scrubs, medkits, and gurneys and set up a makeshift medical centre in one of the unoccupied housing complexes, the hospital being too close to the town centre. The first people trickled in with gunshot wounds from stray bullets, scratches from crazed infected, other minor injuries. Then people started wandering in with bites, just looking for a kind death. You give them smiles, hugs, comforting words, then you stick a needle in them and they fall asleep. It's cleaner than a bullet but you'll have to start using those too when the drugs run out.

Now the sun was going down, the fighting was all but over, and you were surrounded by bleeding broken bodies and people crying over those bleeding broken bodies. You'd been on your feet the whole day, subsisting off of water and bites of granola from the emergency supplies, but you couldn't feel it. You were totally numb. You were just moving from body to body, stitching this wound, tourniqueting that limb, putting an infected person down then moving on to the next, barking orders at shell-shocked nurses and doctors in training who'd never seen a full-scale attack before. You finally had a moment to breathe when you saw them. Tommy and Maria, leaning heavily on each other, shuffling towards camp.

You immediately run over to assess them both. Maria's fine, Tommy has a shallow cut on his forehead that needs cleaning, but that's it. You help them both to a seat.

"Is that it?" you ask. Tommy hisses as you dab at his wound with disinfectant.

"For now," Maria responds staring blankly at the rows of wounded, dead and dying. You follow her gaze, heart breaking for her. No one had put more work into Jackson than she had, and now over five years of work had been destroyed in less than a day.

"We'll rebuild." Tommy says, taking her hand. "We will." Maria smiles at him, unconvinced.

"Yes, you will," you say, applying a band aid to Tommy's forehead. "Take it one step at a time, fix what needs fixed." Maria nods still not convinced.

You're just starting to feel the ache in your back and legs when both Tommy's and your radios both crackle.

"This is Copper Mine, anyone copy?" The feedback sounds crap but you can still hear the panic in Jesse's voice. Your stomach turns. Wasn't he on patrol with Ellie?

"We're at medcamp, over." Tommy responds.

"We need urgent medical assistance." Jesse's voice is clearer now and you think you can hear sobs in the background. You grab your radio.

"Make your way to Willow Park, what's the situation?"

"Dina's unconscious, I think she was drugged, and Joel is… Joel…"

Your body goes numb once again.

"Hey! Patrol's coming back, I need at least two beds!" you call to two would-be doctors who are under your supervision. You turn back to your radio.

"What is it?" You hiss. "What's wrong with Joel?" But you're saved an answer as Jesse emerges astride his horse which is tied to Dina's. Instead of riding, an unconscious Dina is hog-tied to the saddle, with a hysterical Ellie sobbing over her. At first you think she's crying because of Dina, then you see what Jesse's horse is dragging on a makeshift sled behind.

You breathe in but you forget how to breathe out. It's like you've been kicked in the stomach but you can't feel it properly. You're walking over to him but you can't feel your feet moving, but they must be because now you're leaning over him.

Him. It doesn't even look like him.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see a nurse gently untying Dina and carrying her to the camp. Tommy and Maria are trying to soothe Ellie but she keeps fighting to get to the sled where Joel is… Joel…

Take it one step at a time. Fix what needs fixed. First step, check for signs of life. With a careful firmness, you press two fingers to his neck. A pulse. It's there.

"What happened?" Jesse suddenly looks like the twenty-something kid he is as he stammers out,

"He was beaten. There were five of them and they were just standing there and this girl… She had a golf club."

A golf club. You push down rage bubbling up in your chest. Tommy makes no such effort.

"Where are they?" he hisses.

"I don't know, they ran. Ellie stabbed one of them and they freaked out. It's stupid but I don't think they expected much of a fight."

"No, I don't think they did," you mutter noticing the gunshot wound in Joel's leg. "This wound hasn't bled out much. You did a good job with the tourniquet." Jesse gulps.

"That wasn't me."

"Then who-" The realisation hits you like a cold splash of water. They wanted it to last. Well, that was their mistake. Their sadism has bought you precious time.

"Get back on that horse Jesse, we're goin' hunting." Tommy has always been the calmer of the brothers, but it's in moments like this that you can see the hint of Joel in him.

"You are doing no such thing Tommy Miller, your brother needs a ride."

"What do you mean, aren't you taking him to the medcamp?"

"No. He needs a CT scan and possibly surgery and he needs it now. Get the truck, we're heading to the hospital." As Tommy runs to where he keeps the beat up old emergency SUV, you switch the channel on your radio to 9 for medics.

"Charlie, Gabriel, Aly, here now. We're heading to the hospital." Ellie looks up from the ground where she's been huddled with Maria.

"Joel. I need to go with him." You switch from your doctor voice to your friend voice.

"Sorry sweetie, medics only. I promise we'll look after him but you have to let us go."

"No! I need to stay with him. He needs to know… I need to stay."

"No, you need to stay here and get some rest. You've done all you can for him, we'll take it from here."

"No you can't! I won't-I didn't mean to-fuck! Joel. Joel." She starts hyperventilating then doubles over in pain, clutching her side. Christ, it's too much. You want to soothe her but you just don't have time. You can see Tommy with the SUV and you need to be on it.

"Maria, take Ellie to camp. Jesse, we're gonna need your help lifting Joel."

You can see Ellie still fighting as you drive away, but with what you suspect is a cracked rib, there's not much she can do. You feel for her but you're grateful. Away from the chaos, you can finally think.

Hospital should be on emergency power supply. Cleaned surgery room this morning. Charlie and Gabriel have been assisting me for three months and Aly's even operated on her own. We can do this. I can do this.

You look down at Joel, trying not to breathe in the scent of his blood.

"Not yet you old fucker. Not. Yet."

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When you first started your training as a surgeon, before the outbreak, one of your mentors had said that when he was facing a long, complex, high-risk surgery, he went into a strange trance where the world outside the operating theatre ceased to exist. No colleagues waiting to see if he'd fail or succeed, no anxious loved ones waiting to hear if the patient would live or die, even the person he was operating on ceased to be a person, just a part that needed fixing. You'd understood the need to focus on the job and nothing else, but you don't think you'd ever truly understood the need to completely block out the world until now.

If you'd been a surgeon in the world before, you wouldn't have been allowed to operate on Joel because of your relationship, but Joel needed an expert hand and no one was more qualified than you. No one else could save his life. So you take your love for him, Tommy and Ellie's love for him, everything else and simply set it aside, telling yourself this is not Joel that I am prepping for surgery, this is not Joel's hair that I am shaving so I can reach the skull, this is not Joel's head that I am incising, that is not Joel's brain I can see.

One thing you had always known about surgery was that when you really got in the zone, hours could pass like breaths, so you're not completely surprised when you step outside after it's done to find that the sun had set and was starting to rise again. You jump when you hear your name. Charlie is looking at you anxiously, muttering that Tommy and Maria are waiting outside. They look like shit, you can only imagine how you must look.

"Are you guys ok moving Joel into recovery?" They nod. You clasp their shoulders as you slip past them, a poor reward for all that they've done today but it's all you have the strength for. You dispose of your gloves, catch a glimpse of the blood on them and on one finger, a curl of grey hair that could only belong to one person. You promptly heave up the contents of your stomach into the waste disposal. You find yourself wondering how you can possibly be bringing up so much considering all you've had to eat today is granola and water but still it keeps coming. When you're finally done, you gargle some water, wash your hands, scrubbing them with a vengeance, then haul yourself to the waiting room where Tommy, Maria, and Jesse are waiting with anxious looks.

"Is he…"

"He's in recovery. We'll know more when he wakes up but he should make a full recovery." You place as much emphasis as you can on 'should'. "There was some swelling in the brain but we managed to reduce the pressure-"

You're cut off as Tommy crushes you to his chest.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." But he just hugs you tighter. After a beat, the ends of your arms that aren't pinned to your side wrap around him. You can barely breathe and the room starts spinning.

"Tommy…" He promptly puts you down but the room's still spinning and your ears are ringing.

"You ok?" Maria's voice sounds miles away.

"Yeah I'm fine, I just…" Your knees buckle and suddenly the whole room is on its side.

"Shit."

"Get a doctor!"

"She's a doctor."

"Well get one of her students Jesse."

You try to get up but your legs just slide uselessly on the linoleum.

"No, hon. Don't try to move."

"It's ok, you're ok."

You can't stay here, there's still so much to do, but as you try to move again, two hands on your shoulder push you back down with almost no effort, and there they stay as darkness creeps into your vision.

"I…" You croak. "I need…" Joel.

#the last of us #hbo the last of us #joel miller #ellie williams #tommy miller #maria miller #joel x reader #the last of us spoilers #the last of us fix it #tlou2

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victoriously-wicked · 1 year ago

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LIST OF SOME JORI/VICTORiOUS FANFIC FOR YOU!

Fanfiction.net links: blue Wattpad links: orange Ao3 links: red

Just a Stage Kiss: There's a fine line between love and hate. What happens when Jade and Tori are partnered together for another class at Hollywood Arts, only this time it's not stage fighting, it's stage kissing. Will that line be crossed, or redrawn thicker than before? Ao3 Wattpad Fanfic

I Have No Sister: Oneshot. Trina had done the worst thing on the day of her sister's wedding. Disgraced, she starts a new life in NYC. But a blast from the past has a bone to pick with Trina Vega. Fanfic

They Say a Bad Girl Will Shatter Your World, Drive You Insane: Tori needs to seem more mature for an audition and decides it's time to take a real risk. And what is more dangerous than dating the girl who used to hate your guts? Based on the episode 'The Gorilla Club'. Fanfic Ao3

Let’s Show the World That Science is On Our Side: Sequel to "they say a bad girl". Their relationship is the best and the strangest thing that's ever happened to Tori. You can't really blame her if she's still trying to figure it out. Fanfic Ao3

I Think You Know Me: Oneshot. Beck plots to get Jade and Tori back together. Andre just wants to stay in one piece. Twist from 'Tori Fixes Beck and Jade.' Fanfic

Shock Value: In one of Sikowitz's classroom exercises, Tori needs to Shock the class. Jade doesn't think Tori's capable of shocking anyone. What does Tori do? Fanfic

Start from Scratch: It's been 3 years since Hollywood Arts and Jade's life hasn't worked out like she wanted it too. Fleeing her past, she must start over from stratch and finds her only refuge is with a person with her own personal demons, Tori Vega. Can the pair rebuild their lives and perhaps even find love along the way. Fanfic Wattpad

Our Story: Jade's deadly secret caused Beck to leave her, but Tori came into her life and made everything better. Now, Jade's life is done hanging in the balance, right? She's been told she's safe, so why does it feel like everything is about to come crashing on her and her friends? Fanfic

Behind Enemy Lines: How Yerba changed everything. Wattpad Fanfic

You Don’t Know Me: Jade and Tori are forced to work together on a group project for school. And when Tori visits Jade's house one day and her father is drunk, Tori realizes that Jade may not be the person she always thought she was. Fanfic

Replay: I never thought I'd be where I am now when I took my sister's place in that showcase. It definitely brought changes I didn't expect. But now that I'm here, I wouldn't change it for the world. Ao3 Fanfic

You’re Worth It: Tori's determined to get Jade to become friends with her no matter how many times Jade's threatened her and screamed at her. What happens when Jade starts to hang out with Tori more and realises that she doesn't seem to be feeling as much of a strong connection with Beck as she used to. Will Jade tell Tori her deepest secrets? Will Tori confess her love? They must endure a long, bumpy road together, but will it be worth it? Wattpad

A Dangerous Friend: Everyone needs at least one crazy friend, and it looks like Tori's found hers. Ao3 Wattpad

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend: Hello there...my name is Tori. Tori Vega. I'm a little nervous at the moment...so bear with me? Well I have a confession to make...it's a hard one at that. I um...well I moved here to Hollywood just a little while back and am now going to school with my childhood best friend. Then something happened... I never planned it to happen. I just... well... I accidentally fell absolutely and uncontrollably in love, with his girlfriend. Wattpad

Violated: Tori Vega, good girl, straight A student, musical master. No one would have expected her to be forced with a life changing trauma. But she did. She had many to turn to but who was her choice? Jade West, bad girl, possible straight A student, Musical, acting and producing master. She hates Tori with a passion, yet no one knows why, Jade herself doesn't know. But what happens when her enemy appears at her doorstep crying and in need of someone to help her? Fanfic Wattpad

Where’s Tori: 9 years ago, Jade's life was shattered, when her girlfriend Tori, vanished. After many years, Jade has long since given up hope of seeing Tori again. But what happens when the Impossible happens? Fanfic Wattpad

Twist of Fate: Tori is paralysed and Jade is blind. Two lives drastically affected by fate. Two people who don't realize, how much each needs the other. But fate can be kind as well as cruel, which they soon come to realize. Slight AU. Wattpad Fanfic

The Lock-In: Locked in a building for 48 hours with 238 other high schoolers isn't exactly the greatest weekend. And nobody knows that more than André Harris, Beck Oliver, Cat Valentine, Trina Vega, Robbie Shapiro, Tori Vega, and Jade West . . . especially Tori Vega and Jade West. The lock-in begins. 48 hours to go. (Jori friendship.) Wattpad Fanfic

The Last Resort: Jade has become completely catatonic since the death of her fiancé in a tragic accident. Not responding to any treatment or words from family and friends, they turn to the one person who hasn't tried, to try and bring her back. A person who once broke Jade's heart. Her ex girlfriend, Tori Vega. Wattpad Fanfic

The Impossible: A certain student at Hollywood Arts that no one’s noticed before is suddenly involved with the gang for her Kickback performance. But she has also revealed that she is a 'great fan' of Jade West and Tori Vega and decides to let the two girls approach to help her. Who is this girl? Will she reveal who she is when Victoria Vega and Jadelyn West, one of the most talented [and hottest] students at Hollywood Arts, approach her based on curiosity and interest? Ao3 Wattpad

#GrandFinale: Caterina Valentine is just weeks away from graduation. She understands things are about to change for her and her closest friends at Hollywood Arts. But her feelings for her best friend and roommate, Sam, have already been changing...and Cat realizes it might be time to be honest about them. Sam Puckett doesn't like people or connections. People always leave. Connections always hurt. Then she met Cat and her entire world changed. But with graduation weeks away, Sam fears she's going to get left behind again. Maybe it would be better if this time, she did the leaving. Past and present collide as Sam and Cat face the uncertainty of the future. But will they face it together, or alone? It's been a long time coming. Welcome to the #GrandFinale! Ao3

The Untold Jori: Sequel to “#GrandFinale”. With graduation in her rearview mirror, Jade West finds herself on the cusp of a fantastic opportunity: the chance to direct a short film. It's not her style or genre, but a successful film will lead to funding for her own feature film, a story so important to her she might be willing to take the deal. Much to Jade's frustration, the best person for the lead role to ensure its success is none other than Victoria Vega. But Tori is long gone, and Jade resents the idea of asking her to be in the film. It's the reunion neither of them wanted, with a result neither of them expected. Ao3

One Last Song: Sequel to “The Untold Jori”. Victoria Vega: successful actress, prominent scream woman, married to the love of her life for nearly a decade...and, as she approaches age thirty, a woman wondering what happened to the dreams of her youth. A mysterious call from an old flame may just awaken those dreams once more, but at what cost? Jade West: one of the most celebrated masters of horror and thrillers in Hollywood. But when the social media mob descends on Jade for an innocent remark, her future in the industry is suddenly on shaky ground...and the one she depends on the most, her rock, Tori, seems to be more distant than ever. Jade fears her dream may be coming to an end...and what she will wake up to when it's over. After a string of successful broadway shows, Cat Valentine has spent years at the top of the pop charts as the sensational "Caterina". She and her longtime love, Samantha Puckett, have settled down in Sam's hometown of Seattle, where Cat records her music. But one morning, Cat wakes up to find Sam gone without a trace; not even her beloved motorcycle remains. In a panic, Cat hunts down her best friends, Tori and Jade, to help her find out where Sam went, and why? All three women stand at the brink of their most difficult challenges. Can the girls and their friends endure, or will all three be torn apart forever? Join Tori, Jade, Cat, Sam, Carly, and more for one last adventure...and one last song. Ao3

One Last Time: Jade and Tori had always felt some unspoken thing between them, but never acted on it. On Tori's last night in LA, a certain song by their friend brings Jade to do just that, but is it already too late for them to be anything more than friends? Ao3 Wattpad Fanfic

Postgrad Partners: Sequel to “One Last Time”. As Tori is about to leave LA for a record deal in Miami, she and Jade hastily decide to move in together and explore their relationship and postgraduate lives. What challenges await to test this newfound couple? Ao3 Wattpad Fanfic

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