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latenightsimping · 2 years ago

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THE EDGE

“...There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who’ve gone over.” - Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels

Summary: A part of the deal to freedom included a stay at Pennhurst. It’ll take everything to keep the hope that one day the locked doors will open, the windows will no longer have bars that block the view, and that one day, the name Eddie Munson will be synonymous with the word ‘innocent’. The hope, he never realised, would also come to be synonymous with your name.

Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: angst, heavy themes of inpatient treatment/hospitalisation, heavy themes of mental health, institutional deprivation of liberties, body injuries, mentions of suicidal ideation, themes of institutional abuse, can be a dark read (continue with that in mind, look after yourselves), canon divergence, Eddie survives the demobat attack, post-S4 timeline, slow burn romance, eventual smut, 18+, eventual fluff, there will be a happy ending

AN: Chapter three is finally here! Many thanks to my lovely boyfriend @mantorokk-writes for test reading and making the header, I'm forever in love with you <3 This series is gonna be a slow work in progress, but thank you for reading so far! Really excited to see where it's gonna go, and how we're gonna get these two out of this pickle. Enjoy!

Taglist: @edsforehead, @idkidknemore, @harrys-tittie, @gaysludge, @smileygoth

A congealed lump of what was apparently mac and cheese, boiled to death vegetables and bitter orange juice. Eddie had become used to shit food long ago, thanks to a lifetime of only buying the cheapest non-brand groceries to try and save costs. But this… This was something else. Fuck, he was surprised it even passed the mark for being fit for human consumption. It reminded him of the stories his old man used to tell about prison food, about how the trick was to eat it without thinking too much, barely savouring the taste before you swallowed. The similarity getting stuck in his throat.

But at least he wasn’t eating his meals in silence anymore. With you sitting opposite him, filling any dead air with talking about the hospital gossip, though he’d given up on trying to follow along after the first apparent affair taking place. But the content didn’t matter. For the first time in so long, maybe even longer than he realised, you had offered him a seat to get out of trouble with no motive behind the action. Had given him his own pack of cigarettes after swindling one from an orderly just before lunch started, the one that seemed to stare at your chest more than your eyes, putting yourself at risk for no gain of your own. It was exceedingly rare to find people that would do something out of the goodness of their hearts, and the question was rattling around his head with such a velocity that it tumbled from his lips before he even realised.

“Why are you doing this?”

Even he internally winced at the lack of warmth in his tone, making it sound more like an accusation than a question. But if it offended you, you didn’t act as if it bothered you. Instead, the corners of your lips twitched upwards, eyes drifting from your tray to his own as you tilted your head.

“What’dya mean?”

Giving himself a few needed seconds to reframe the words in his head with taking a sip of his drink, he swirled the contents of the paper cup, deciding to stare down into it rather than look up. “I mean, why are you helping me? You don’t know me.”

From the very quick glance upwards he chanced, there seemed to be something there that was bittersweet. Eyes slightly widened, mouth downturned, yet an ever so slight huff of a laugh as you balled up a serviette in your hands. “Trust me, I know how it feels to be the new guy on the wing. The way the others look at you like you’re a fuckin’ chew toy?”

He’d noticed the way the other patients stared, when the steel door behind him slammed shut. Some didn’t even look over, too caught up in their own internal world. But there’s a certain feeling that can overcome a person when they’re accustomed to having to be on high alert at all times. A certain flash of the eyes that makes your stomach churn, blood pooling to your feet and your mind telling you to run. You studied his face for a moment, a sympathetic smile briefly twitching at your lips.

“I had someone look out for me too, when I first got here,” you explained, the paper in your hand now being twisted and toyed with as you spoke. “She uh… Her name was Patty. She was this take no shit kinda woman. Taught me the best way to curb the hunger was smoking cigarettes, which orderlies would give pretty girls special treatment, which patients to never go near. That sorta useful shit.”

Though you smiled, it didn’t reach your downcast eyes. “She got sick last year. Didn’t say much about it, but it took a toll on her. It finally got her a couple of months back. And you know what the worst thing was about it?”

Plenty of what you were saying was ‘the worst thing’. Being caught on the wrong side of a power dynamic, having to go hungry because nobody cared, patients having to be caregivers because God forbid those that actually got paid to do it actually did their fucking jobs for once. All of those answers dying on his tongue, replaced with a slow shake of his head.

“Nobody came to see her in the end,” you muttered, brows furrowing as your voice cracked. “She told me she had a son, told me the doctors called him and told him, but he never came. I get it, I mean, not many of us have the luxury of seeing people from the outside… But she was on her fucking deathbed, y’know?”

When your eyes finally met his, glossy with unshed tears that you seemed so determined to never let overspill, there was a look to you that made all the pieces click together. Made the parts of him that he’d kept buried away for self preservation start to rise back to the surface. Taking a firm grasp of his heart and squeezing for good measure.

The look of pure fear.

The fear that one day, both of you would end up like Patty. Untethered to the world outside, cast adrift with the other lost souls. Taking the last few rattled breaths with nobody around to hear them, looking up to the sky and the view still blocked with bars. Nobody with spare change for the ferryman, forever stuck.

“I’m sorry.” It was all he could think to say, no other words seeming quite right. The tone as hollow as he felt, as shaky as the tremors in his hands that never quite seemed to go away. All he could think to say, but the truth. He was sorry you were here, if your proclaimed innocence was to be believed. He was sorry for himself too, deep down.

“It’s whatever,” you replied, clearing your throat as you tried and failed to staple the look of nonchalance back on your face with a half decent result. “Anyway, don’t worry about your first therapy session, alright? I got it covered.”

He shot you a small look of incredulity, head tilted to the side as he followed your lead in piling used napkins and cutlery onto his meal tray. “What’dya mean?”

The smile you gave him next was finally a genuine one, a glimmer in your eye that could only mean mischief.

“You’ll see.”

You could see the stress levels that you tried so desperately to lower over lunch to begin raising as you and Eddie filed into the day room for group therapy. How his jaw clenched so hard you were surprised he didn’t break enamel, a shortening fuse near a naked flame as he took his seat next to you. Leg bouncing with beats akin to a hummingbird’s heart, chewing at the skin around his ruined nails with eyesight dancing around the room to end up on the tile right in front of him. You couldn’t blame him; he was walking into the unknown, with no idea where the hell he would end up. You remembered the feeling well.

Others clad in the same off white uniform as you took their respective seats around you, the energy in the room a palpable, frantic buzz. Nerves, apathy, distaste and mocking. You could feel it all, see it in the faces around you that you’d come to know in the years that you’d been imprisoned. Small naked flames, that could be as harmless as a match or as intense as thermite. The day could go either way. And it would depend on the questions posed to them.

Dr. Madden made his way through the doors, adjusting the thick horned rimmed glasses that permanently perched on his beak-like nose as he took his seat. You’d never liked him; he was nosy, even for a psychiatrist, always putting two and two together to end up with an equation that made no fucking sense. Nothing could ever be simple, in his eyes. Someone’s violent outburst had some convoluted reasoning to do with Daddy issues and not being hugged enough as a child, rather than someone just needing a fucking cigarette and not being given one. It took everything within you not to roll your eyes into the back of your skull as he cleared his throat to begin.

“Good afternoon everyone,” he began, eyes settling over each patient for a brief second before focusing on Eddie. “We’re welcoming a new person into the wing today. Have you had any sort of therapy like this before, Mr. Munson?”

Eddie’s reply was a brief shake of his head, glance not leaving the cracks of the floor as he fiddled with the split ends of his hair. Madden’s bushy eyebrow raised a fraction as he sat himself slightly forward. “Well, we start with a brief check in. How we’re feeling, what we’d like to talk about in today’s session. Perhaps you could start us off? You seem nervous today.”

You couldn’t hold back a scoff, the psychiatrist’s beady eyes narrowing on you as you fished through your pockets for your pack of cigarettes. The look on his face evident that he wasn’t amused at your perceived insolence to his ‘therapeutic process’. He could shove that process where the sun didn’t shine, as far as you were concerned.

“He’s a newbie, of course he’s gonna be nervous,” you shrugged, waving over an orderly with a lighter, who seemed to be watching you with ever so slight trepidation as he ignited the flame that you used to puff life into your cigarette. Huffing out an exhale of smoke that was aimed in his direction. “Bit of a redundant question, isn’t it?”

Madden was a tough nut to crack, but you’d managed to get the veins in his neck bulging a couple of times. You just needed to know which buttons to press, and it seemed you hit one with a jab to his reasoning. “I don’t find it redundant at all,” he answered with a smile slightly too smug for your liking. “But if you think that an example of a check in could help, maybe you could go first instead?”

You took a sharp inhale as you gave a grimace of indifference, face scrunched up as you jerked your head towards an older lady that seemed on the edge of her seat to talk. “Why don’t you get Miriam to do it? From what I remember, she was just starting to open up about her fucker of an ex husband.”

Was using another patient’s anger, something you knew got them started into an hour long tangent until they were red in the face unethical? Maybe. But it was every man for himself out here, and you didn’t have anything akin to backup in the process. As expected, the woman launched into a tirade, screechings which contained the words “useless bastard” and “should have divorced him before he did it to me!” melding into the background as you shot a smug smirk in Madden’s direction. To his credit, he was hiding his distaste well, his only giveaway the slight flush creeping above his collar.

For most of the session, you managed to evade the heat from coming towards you and Eddie. A few more prods to Miriam, staying silent when the psychiatrist asked if anyone else had anything to add. A question to old man Hardy about the house he got kicked out from before being transferred, each person being used like a shield to hide from the questions you knew Madden had for you. You knew you were fucked from the moment he put his hand up to cut off Duane about his teenage trauma prematurely, eyes fixed on you as he sat back in his chair.

“Does Duane’s story resonate with you?” he asked with a heightened pitch of voice, head slightly tilted as his lips twitched upwards. It caused your back to straighten, knowing full well where he was going with this. Somewhere you swore never to go back to, ever since the nightmares ever so slightly decreased and the flashing images weren’t permanently burned into the back of your eyelids.

“No.”

The words reverberated around clenched teeth, knuckles turned white as you gripped the cracked pleather of the cushion you sat on. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw Eddie staring at you with a slight questioning to his glance, and it made your gut twist even more. You hated how suddenly the tentative power dynamic had switched. How your already lacking control was going to spiral even further, if Madden willed it.

“I think it might, though,” the good doctor continued, the slight smirk being poorly hidden as his head tilted to the side. “You had a lot happen when you were eighteen, didn’t you? When you made the choice to-”

“I’m not going to talk about it,” you snapped back, folding your arms as a poorly constructed buffer between you and the man opposite. Your eyes glanced at the clock on the wall, a slight ease of tension as you realised the time. “Not with only five minutes left of the session.”

“But you’re going to have to talk about it sooner or later,” he countered, daring to look slightly sympathetic as he regarded you. “You’ve been here two years, and you’ve never talked about that night. It doesn’t show much progress, now does it?”

You wanted to stand up, pick up your chair, and crash it over the top of his head. How the fuck would he know what ‘progress’ you’d been making? How much work you’d had to put into yourself, rationalising and justifying everything about the night that changed the path of your life, so much that you probably could never step foot on the original trail if you tried. How you still tortured yourself with what you could have done differently, the actions that you did take haunting you like spectres? Madden knew nothing of how often you’d dragged yourself off the precipice time and time again, nothing but bloody fingernails and a quickly ebbing will to live, as you weighed up the decisions of falling asleep to never wake up again against staying alive to do everything in your power to clear the stain on your name.

To Madden’s credit, he didn’t push further. Letting the silence hang in the air, perhaps a non-verbal push that might get you talking. It might have worked, once upon a time. When you had no secrets to hide, too worried about what others thought, wanting to please people so much that it deprived you of happiness. But that was before you were branded a psycho, tossed into this place with the key thrown away. Now, you couldn’t give a shit about what others thought.

Except, there was a way your stomach dropped when you looked over to see the way Eddie looked at you. Not with disgust or horror, which you were used to by now. There was slight concern in his eyes, mixed with empathy, the combination making you want to squirm in your seat. You didn’t even know each other, yet his humanity seemed to still be intact for now, seeing another person clearly struggling and not being able to do anything about it.

You decided to stare at the clock on the wall for the rest of the session, filtering out all other noises and focusing on watching the minute hand strike closer and closer until time was up.

As you put away chairs, you expected Eddie to ask you about it. Maybe try to pry, or get answers for questions that could be in his own mind. But he didn’t. He stayed silent as you both wandered back to the table you met at, sitting down with him wordlessly reaching for the deck of cards in the middle and starting to shuffle. And silent you stayed. Going through the motions of a routine you knew too well; free time, ‘music’ therapy - as if listening to the same vinyl of Bach twice a week for two years would do anything other than make you want to smash your head against the chipped white walls. Dinner consisting of a brick of so-called ‘meatloaf’ that you knew well enough to avoid even attempting to eat, settling for tasteless vegetables and vaguely lime flavoured Jell-o instead.

Even silent when the orderly Nguyen told you to haul ass to the laundry room for work placement, and to take your new ‘friend’ with you. You were brought out of the routine of folding sheets when you heard Eddie clear his throat, looking up to see him slightly rattled as he sorted various clothing into separate piles.

“Hey uh… You don’t have to say anything if you don’t wanna, but… Thanks. For today.” You saw the corners of his lips twitch upwards, a ghost of a smile as his eyeline landed on the messy stack of undershirts. “Didn’t have to stick your neck out of me, but you did. Appreciate it.”

You mustered the leftover social energy you had to lift your shoulders into a slight shrug, rubbing the back of your head whilst the other hand took your weight as you leaned slightly on the table. “It’s nothing. Sorry for not being so talkative I just… Still don’t wanna talk about why I’m here, y’know?”

A curt nod was his reply at first, lips a narrow line and eyes darting around as if he was thinking hard about something. Finally glancing towards the door, then around the room, as if to make double sure that what he was about to say wouldn’t be overheard. He looked panicked; either a deer in the headlights or a lion ready to defend itself, you weren’t sure.

“They said I killed people.”

It was so quiet you barely picked up on it, and you had to admit, it took you aback. There was an initial flight or flight reaction that doused your autonomic system, as if his words set off a red light in your head and you had to start looking for an improvised weapon. However, that was pure instinct, only for a second before logic took over. For someone who was apparently a killer, he certainly did look hollow about it all. Besides. Those in glass houses…

“Did you do it?” you mumbled back, eyes leaving his to take the pressure of both of you, hands busying themselves with folding the now grey sheet in front of you, toying with the frayed corner to try and conceal it in the fold somehow.

“No.”

You found yourself at a precipice. He had stuck his neck out to tell you his charge, not knowing if you’d stick around or bolt and leave him on his own again. It was a sign of trust; an olive branch, that you could either accept or leave hanging between you. You had only known Eddie a day. Less than that, maybe seven hours, tops. But so far, he seemed to have his wits about him. He didn’t strike you as the judgemental type. He didn’t pry, and he tried to distract you when you were at your lowest, instead of offering useless advice or forcing you to open up. When you looked up at him, there was no hint of deceit that you could tell. He was staring at you with those intense eyes of his, an expression reading both ‘I’m telling the truth’ and ‘dear God, I hope you fucking believe me’.

For so long, you had wanted reinforcements in this place so badly. To not fight alone, to have backup. In the outside world, no way would you trust someone this fast. But this was Pennhearst. A place with different rule sets. You needed to take the help wherever it came from, and hope it didn’t blow back in your face later.

You needed to give him something in return.

You didn’t falter with eye contact as you said the words you thought you’d never say. The words that made your stomach churn, made you want to flinch as you said them. “They said I killed people, too.”

You saw the look on his face to be one of bewilderment, eyes scanning you up and down as if he’d never seen you before. You wondered if that’s what you’d looked like not five seconds ago, mirroring each other as you confessed your sins. “Did you do it?”

“No.”

The crease between his eyebrows seemed to smooth, after what felt like hours of staring at each other, the only other sounds the rhythmic knocking of the decrepit industrial dryers. It was you who finally broke the silence, busying yourself again with grabbing the pile of undershirts near you by the bottom and pulling it towards you to begin folding. “I don’t expect you to believe me. And if you don’t want me to know about what happened, I’m not gonna push it.” You shook your head as you frowned at the fabric in your hands.

“Why do you believe me? When I say I didn’t do it?”

You glanced back up at him to find a worried expression on his face, staring at you like he couldn’t quite believe you. As if it was too good to be true, to finally be believed. You wracked your brain for an answer, only to shrug and say the first thing on your mind. “Because guilty people don’t look so frightened of their consequences. I suppose on a subconscious level, they know they deserve the hell they created for themselves.”

You heard a sound which you figured to be a sharp exhale of air through his nose, most likely an attempt at a wry laugh. “You don’t look frightened.”

Your lips turned downward as you frowned again. “You get good at hiding it after a while, I guess.”

You heard your name being called, so softly that your heart nearly shattered. Not your last name being barked out with disdain, or in a patronising tone like a shrink would. It was said like somebody actually gave a shit. You looked up to be met with a look that was one of genuine concern, his eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted as if he was wondering what to say.

It was getting too intense for your liking.

Shaking your head as you cleared your throat, you flashed a tight smile as your folding became hurried. “Finish that pile quick, yeah? Orderlies hit the roof when you don’t finish your chores on time.”

To his credit, Eddie didn’t push it. The rest of the time being filled with small talk and comfortable silences, until your names were called to be taken back to your room for the night. The motions of getting ready to bed had become mechanical a long time ago, on autopilot as you brushed your teeth and changed clothes. Hearing the call for lights out, and getting plunged into darkness against your will. You knew that first checks were in an hour.

You had sixty minutes to cry to yourself about finally being seen, about not being treated like a criminal that deserved the way you were being treated. Hugging the pillow to your face and willing yourself not to be making a sound, clutching the cheap cotton between your fingers as if your life depended on it. Sixty minutes until you needed to shove the emotions back down, and face tomorrow, same as you always did.

Same as you always did, but at least you had someone on your side.

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bloodgulchblog · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Ok sorry for the mammoth question I’m about to ask but you’re super knowledgeable on Halo stuff and I need help- sorry if I don’t word things well my brain is having a day

Ok so I’m writing a Spartan character and I can’t find too much on the specifics of how they were trained. I’m trying to determine what kind of trauma would come out of being beaten into a Spartan, especially the IIs and IIIs.

Basically trying to figure out what kinda trauma they have/how bad it is so I can roadmap my character’s recovery yknow

*CRACKS MY KNUCKLES*

You came to the right nerd. This is pretty much like throwing a kong ball full of peanut butter into my enclosure. This post is gigantic and I had so much fun.

If you want to read it directly for yourself, you're looking for Nylund's Halo books. The Fall of Reach covers the Spartan-IIs, and Ghosts of Onyx covers the Spartan-IIIs. I'd happily recommend either of those, they're well-liked Halo novels for a reason. Ghosts does work pretty well on its own if you want to focus on the IIIs, but it benefits from having read Fall first. (...And First Strike, but I will contain myself.)

If you want IVs, which are very different because they were selected and augmented as adults with military experience, your options are New Blood by Forbeck or the comic Initiation. (I'm not really a big fan of either so it just depends on if you'd prefer it from Buck or Palmer.)

That said, let's get going.

(....I want the readmore cut to be here, but Tumblr keeps moving it when I make edits. So.)

Spartan-IIs and Spartan-IIIs: Training

These guys have a lot in common, and they feel weirdly familiar to one another. (Just enough that the differences feel even weirder.)

Both groups started training as young children. The IIs were all six years old, the IIIs cast a wider net. Ghosts mentions kids as young as 4 in Alpha, but that doesn't... make sense actually. Because we have canon DOBs we know Carter would've been 12 and Jun would've been 8, and those numbers feel closer to right, but I'll get to why in a bit. (Researching this post has made me have a revelation about Spartan-III ages.)

Spartan-IIs were selected for genetic matches to a profile that Dr. Halsey determined was likely to accept the augmentation procedures. (The failure rate was still very high though. I'll talk about that.) They were kidnapped from their homes by ONI operatives and brought to Reach. Here's what they were told because hahahahaha big iconic moment:

(One note: Spartan-II training began in 2517. This was 8 years before the Covenant attack on Harvest in 2525. They were absolutely trained to bring down human targets, and were taught that it was necessary to sacrifice human lives for the good of innocent people. The first class of Spartan-IIIs kicked off in 2532, and they would focus from the beginning on Covenant.)

There were a total of 75 Spartan-II candidates. No one died during training (...at least I am pretty sure, if someone died during training it was a retcon introduced later) but it was hard. Halopedia has a pretty thorough rundown of things we know they did. Most of those are in The Fall of Reach. The Tango Company bit is from First Strike. Bonus: Here's a story Gray Team tells in Envoy that isn't mentioned:

(If you want to know who the most feral and defiant S-IIs are with the most atypical profiles, you want to look at Gray Team.)

Surviving Spartan-IIs are going to be 49 years old as of Halo Infinite. (Though, like all UNSC infantry, they've spent huge amounts of time in cryo during ship travel over the years. Sergeant Johnson was chronologically 78 in Halo 3, if that helps.)

Spartan-IIIs were selected along a wider profile because the augmentations were changed by Colonel Ackerson to be 1) cheaper and 2) have a much higher success rate with a broader margin for compatibility. They were working with orphans the UNSC picked up on planets the Covenant attacked, so they also could not be as selective as the original project. The young S-IIIs' fear and anger toward the Covenant (and their desire for revenge) were huge motivators. There were hundreds of Spartan-IIIs in all 3 classes. (They exhausted the available candidate pool after Alpha, and Ackerson was pushing for efforts to more widely genetically profile children from colony worlds as a result…. 😬)

Here's how the first company of Spartan-IIIs (Alpha Company) got the intro. (We don't know what Beta and Gamma were told, but it's likely to be similar):

(Ghosts of Onyx, Chapter 6, this is immediately followed by a bit from the perspective of a boy named Shane that would probably be really useful to you if you're looking for some insight to what those kids were feeling. It's just too long to paste.)

Another note: Chief Mendez trained both groups of Spartans. We have fewer detailed descriptions of S-III training shenanigans, because there is a lot of time skipping during Ghosts of Onyx to demonstrate the catastrophic losses suffered by the Alpha and Beta companies. Given that Mendez was involved, though, they are likely to have been highly similar.

Based on what we do get of training in Ghosts, I see the S-III teams being pitted against one another in exercises more often than we see mention of the IIs doing. (This is likely because S-II was on Reach, a huge ass military base, and had much more access to personnel that could be dragged into this than Onyx, which was extremely remote and established solely for the purpose of minting Spartans.)

The Spartan-IIIs had much less training time than the IIs... at least originally. S-III Alpha Company had 4 years compared to the S-II's 8 years. ONI was banking on improved augmentation protocols and technology to make up for it. Kurt pushed for the later two classes to get more training time.

Another another note: Kurt, if you were not aware, is Kurt-051 (Kurt Ambrose, using the name ONI gave him to work under.) Kurt was a Spartan-II abducted by ONI (making it look like he died on a mission) specifically for this job in 2531. Kurt loved those kids. Their deaths weighed heavily on him. More on that later.

Spartan-II Augmentations

I wasn't sure where else to put this, so it's going here: Spartan-II augmentations had a huge wash-out rate. S-III had a much much much smaller percentage.

There were 75 Spartan-II candidates, and only 33 came out as intended. The rest of them suffered serious side effects, and several died.

Halopedia once again has a big pile of information.

I bring this up for two reasons: the first is that it's a thing they all went through and all lost people who were as close as siblings to.

The second is that some Spartan-IIs that initially washed out of the program at this point were rehabilitated. Dr. Halsey worked on individual therapies for Spartans whose bodies rejected augmentations, restoring some quality of life and, in some cases, successfully getting them back to a point where they could continue training. (Black Team and Red Team (Halo Wars edition) are both made up entirely of former wash-outs.)

ONI created jobs for and retained most Spartan-II wash-outs that couldn't continue as Spartans. Serin Osman, Musa, and Fhajad are examples.

Differences Between Spartan-III Companies

There were 3 companies of S-IIIs trained, so if you're working on a III you'll want to establish which one they were from. You can identify the generation of S-IIIs by the letter in their tag number: Jun-A266, Lucy-B091, Ash-G099. Alpha, Beta, Gamma.

(Sidenote on picking Spartan tag numbers for OCs: There's a specific range of numbers. S-II had 150 candidates observed even though only 75 were taken and trained, so their tag numbers range from 1-150. Alpha Company had 497 kids, Beta had 418, Gamma had 330. WIki's really good for making sure you're not duplicating an existing number. Spartan-IIs are pretty much all accounted for canonically but if you're writing a II OC you're already in your own city anyway.)

Here's a good wiki trailhead for you, individual articles for the companies tell you what we do know about their training, too. But if you like reading my words about things:

ALPHA COMPANY:

The first group Kurt and Mendez trained, starting in the last days of 2532 and going active in 2536. There are very few surviving members of Alpha Company, only seven canonical, because almost all of them were killed in one operation.

Ages are kind of fucky for Alpha Company, as I mentioned earlier because Ghosts implies they were really young, but the problem with that is that after only 4 years of training they would have not been old enough to undergo augmentation. Jun, Emile, and Carter were Alphas. Jun was 28, Emile was 29, and Carter was 32 at Reach, so they would've been from 8-12 years old at the start of training. I feel like we're meant to go with that.

That means surviving Alphas would be in their late 30s as of Infinite.

BETA COMPANY:

Started training in 2539 and went active in 2545. Kurt was devastated by the loss of the Alphas (he's terribly upset when he finds out what happened to them, the information was kept from him.) He tried to train Beta company better and harder (he managed to squeeze two more years in for them), but in the end it did not save them from a similar fate. There are a handful of surviving Betas that were not present for Operation TORPEDO, but Tom and Lucy were the only survivors that were there. Kat and Noble Six were Betas. They were both 22 when they died on Reach. (That puts them both at 9 at the start of training. Tom and Lucy were a little younger, they both would have been 6.) Ages are still slightly fucky there because that means Lucy and Tom would've been 12 at augment, but that... is close enough to almost work, sort of, I guess, oh Halo you're so silly. Anyway. Surviving Betas would be in their late 20s/early 30s as of Infinite.

GAMMA COMPANY:

The last class of IIIs started training in 2545. (I had to do a little digging to confirm this year because it was authorized in '44, you're welcome.) They had just been deployed in 2552 and most of them left Onyx a week before the Onyx Conflict (you know, where the whole planet disintegrated into Forerunner nonsense) kicked off, with only three teams left on-planet for that shitmess. They were being shoved out the door because Reach had just fallen and everything was on fucking fire.

They had the most training and Kurt and Mendez were terribly proud of them. These guys would be the youngest S-IIIs both in terms of yes, that's how time works, and in terms of how old they were when they started training. We have canonical DOBs on several of them that put them at 6 and 7. This is significant because the Gammas are the ones that were being rushed into production: They were put on hormones to induce puberty early when most of them were 12ish, so that they could be augmented. (You know, horrifying!) (This is the thing that kicked off my wild confusion about Spartan-III ages that has consumed me for the last hour. Thanks, Halo! :,) )

The big thing to know about the Gammas is that they got built different. Kurt hated what had happened to the Alphas and Betas, hated it desperately, and was willing to do anything he thought would give the Gammas a chance at survival.

Kurt changed the augmentations. He did this without authorization. The Gammas' brains got tweaked to give them a heightened response to stress/adrenaline that makes them more able to block out pain/shock and keep fighting, which Kurt hoped would help them make it through the meatgrinder missions ONI was determined to use them for. The problem? The Gammas require regular injections of antipsychotics to keep them emotionally stable, and they can become less rational and start having extreme responses that make them a danger to themselves and others if they are deprived of them. (They call these drugs "smoothers.")

Anyway, the Gammas were 13-14ish at the end of the war, and surviving Gammas (there are significantly more of them) are in their late 20s by Infinite. Their altered augmentations mean they're considered unsuited for high-visibility work, ONI considers them a potential huge liability if a Gamma ever goes off the rails so they prefer to keep them away from people. A lot of Gammas that are still alive have ended up as Headhunters. (That's also the case for a lot of surviving S-IIIs generally. I don't know as much about Headhunters, they're a part of the lore I find uninteresting.)

Also just because I feel like it, here's Kurt with one of the Gammas dying in his arms:

What Are Spartans Like?

"Records show Spartans routinely exhibited mildly sociopathic tendencies, difficulty with socialization. Furthermore…" - Halo 4

We're getting into more and more headcanon and interpretation, but hey. I offer this as creative compost for your bin.

Spartans are weird. Spartans are weird. The overall portrait of an adult S-II/III is that they're mostly quiet, serious, and very intense about whatever they're doing. Some are more talkative and sociable than others, some are more unsettling than others. There's some wide variability on how careful they are about other people and how responsible they do or do not feel toward them.

As far as Spartans go, I feel like John is high on the polite end, and I have reams I've said and could say about how he handles himself. You've got Spartans who are very contained like him (I'd say Owen-B096 is another good example, he's able to be shockingly gentle with a pack of scared high school kids in Battle Born.) But you've also got examples like, say, Emile, and Gray Team, and Kevin from this one story in the Fractures anthology:

Let me break down some major traits:

LACK OF NORMAL SOCIALIZATION/GENERAL SPARTAN WEIRDNESS:

Overall, Spartans are poorly socialized. Their priorities and experiences are so wildly different from most peoples' that it's a difficult gap for them to bridge, and they're required to hide the details of their personal histories because that's very dangerous and inconvenient information (you know, for the UNSC) to have around. They were isolated from other people as children, and as adults they are extremely busy and the things that make them different make it difficult for them to make up for lost time on this.

If you've seen me writing John, I have him struggling a lot because it feels like social situations are always full of weird traps he can't see because he just doesn't have the background for them. There are so, so many things you casually assume another person is familiar with in conversation, and so many little social call-and-responses that someone who was raised under such weird circumstances wouldn't have.

There's a post that goes around sometimes about a small child who has never heard "Later, alligator" responding with "Goodbye, hippo" or something like that because they'd never heard the "After a while, crocodile" response and had to guess at what they were supposed to do. I think about that post sometimes when I'm thinking about Spartans. They're smart, and they can imitate and figure things out and get good at faking more experience than they have (and the older a Spartan is the longer they've been picking things up), but they need something to work with.

A Spartan-II never snuck out with friends after curfew to go to a concert, was never nervous about who was going out with who, and never stressed about what they were going to do after high school. But they know that enough people experience those things to pretend they understand.

It's easiest to lie by not saying anything at all as much as possible, because then you don't give anyone who's watching you a little too closely something to pick apart. Let other people assume you're what they expect, and don't give them details to the contrary.

This makes most of them quiet and sort of awkward, unless they've put in effort on their own part to work on it. If a Spartan cares enough to learn to socialize and banter smoothly with non-Spartans, that tells you something about their priorities and who they are. (And possibly that they got extra training for a specific purpose that requires it.)

Getting out of socialization: Spartans were raised in a highly structured environment, and I think most of them find comfort in routines, rules, and regular procedures that are done the same way. Following general everyday UNSC rules = not being bawled out or punished. Following some extra important serious rules = feeling like you're doing the best thing you can possibly do to prevent disasters from happening. How much that has broken down for someone vs how much they still hang onto it is gonna be real individual. Some of them really will not like being pulled out of doing things the way they "should" be done.

Amongst themselves, Spartans communicate a lot by body language and hand signals. (S-IIs and S-IIIs use similar but slightly different hand signals because Kurt was a II and they innovated on what they picked up from him. I'd also say it's very likely that each class had some variations unique to them, like a dialect.) They're also so used to being in armor that they do a lot with just flashing different status light colors on their HUD, which is neat (and also on that page.)

As a footnote re: sex and romance, it's a thorny fandom question that is up to you to answer for how you prefer to read things, but it's fair play to say that most Spartan-IIs are probably at least mostly asexual due to their augmentations. S-IIIs have no major lore implying either way about it, though later depictions of the Gammas have seemed to indicate they're not particularly interested either. It's up to you how you want to go.

REACTIVENESS

The other thing about Spartans is they are trained to react immediately in a crisis and have had that tendency reinforced by horrible traumatic experiences. I don't like throwing around real world serious words for fictional character things, but I think PTSD is fair for most Spartans. Do real research if you want to incorporate that, I don't know the most about it and won't pretend whatever I'm doing is an actual portrayal. But I do think a lot about reactiveness.

The problem with being constantly ready to react to everything like it's a life-or-death situation is... most things are not life-or-death situations. It's hard on a person, and it makes you blow some things out of proportion in a way that can become a serious problem. (For example: A Spartan that feels safer when following specific routines and procedures getting way more frustrated than is really justified by someone breaking from protocol in a harmless but definite way.)

Spartans are really good at controlling anger and fear and probably will not go all the way off the handle, but they still tend to go for immediate responses to things that startle or scare them. Make a loud sound in a room full of Spartans, expect hands on weapons and some pointed barrels. They are always always always ready to go. It is incredibly difficult for them to relax.

Most Spartans probably remember a point (or multiple points) somewhere in their lives where their guard was down, and then everything exploded under them and maybe somebody died.

LOYALTY AND SACRIFICE

This is a lot more personal and individual. The majority of Spartans are very loyal to the UNSC, it's been trained into them from childhood. The degree to which a Spartan may possibly have become embittered about it is going to be super dependent on who they are and what has happened to them.

I think a lot of them probably tend to fall back on their mission and sense of purpose (especially re: the defense of humanity) for a bare kind of comfort when miserable (which they have reason to be often.) They have sacrificed so much of themselves, but it was worth it, right? They helped save humanity from the Covenant, right? They're helping save humanity from new problems, right?

Spartans were all taught that their cause is worth their lives, and they're willing to die for it. They have known people they loved and grew up with who did die for it, and this fits pretty naturally into coping with those losses.

If the cause isn't paramount and loyalty to the UNSC isn't worth dying for.... what does that make everything they've done, and everything they've lost? What does that make the deaths of their fellow Spartans?

(Survivor's guilt is gonna be big for all of them, but especially S-IIIs. 2/3 Spartan-III companies died in almost their entirety in one go. The surviving S-IIs had remarkably few losses until... Reach....... )

I've talked/thought about sacrifice a lot with the S-IIs, especially John because I'm always in hell writing about John and people have poked my askblog about it. If a Spartan could go back in time and change how their life went and prevent them from becoming a Spartan, would they?

Being a Spartan and that sense of purpose is so core to them that I really think most of them would not. This is their world. This is their lives. This is such a huge part of who they are that they don't know who they'd be otherwise.

I don't care for Mortal Dictata much (that's a whole different post), but a huge part of the plot of that book is that Kilo Five's S-II (Naomi) is reunited with her father as an adult and it's a very uncomfortable process because... she's not the little girl he lost, anymore.

......

I think that's everything I have on this.

I am a perpetual wellspring of information on this topic tho so you guys let me know if you have more things you wanna talk about re: this. :V

#asks #spartan-ii #spartan-iii #halo lore #speculation #advice for ocs i guess

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milestonekestrel · 2 years ago

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Garten of BanBan Rewrite:

The Story and Stuff

Right, so I should probably write down the actual story. It’s not fully fleshed out this is just like basically how it goes.

So there’s three chapters(because we pretending this is a book lol), excluding the prologue and epilogue.

The prologue would open with mc driving on a Highway, it’s about midday, and text appears on screen giving you some nice exposition. That basically just it, you’re introduced to mc, his self-hate, and his mission and it’s purpose. That’s about all you need. If this were a real game/comic or something the main story would be mixed in with flashbacks, because i am not intelligent enough to convey his backstory a different way /lh. Things like you’d learn he almost drowned as a kid and is scared of water, then flash to the present where he’s in a flooding room, that kind of thing, Y’know?

Anyways the first chapter is dubbed, “Return To Hell” because I thought that sounded kinda cool. It’s all about him exploring the main floor of the Garten and then some of the underground parts, just to like introduce you to the setting and things.

Also the reason mc went back to the kindergarten is that he used to be an employee and there have been a lot of recent disappearances documented from the town around the kindergarten, and he knows what was going on there and it’s not hard to guess what’s happening. So he takes it upon himself to destroy the mascots before they hurt more innocent people. Something something self-punishment something something repenting for past sins.

And so the first chapter would end with Mc getting conked in the head by BanBan and being taken deeper into the kindergarten. So the second chapter would start with mc discovering he’s trapped on a gurney and trying to find a way out. But something distracts him. woah!! Another human!! Yeah he meets a girl who’s also trapped there, she’s actually a mother of two who’s going through a divorce and trying to get custody of her children, but none of that matters because BanBan rips her heart out a little bit later, after BanBaleena tries to take MC’s. And then BanBan tricks BanBaleena with it and tears her apart, so like, the heart also went to waste. Rip. 😭

Anyways Mc escapes and then like not much other events are planned out in the timeline, like Mc gets trapped in a flooding room where he has to face his fear of water, and then also gets attacked by Stinger Flynn and almost drowns. And then NabNab attacks Stinger Flynn who gets killed when they break a hole into the room’s wall and it drains completely, with NabNab escaping back to the water before he also dies. But this isn’t planned out in the timeline of events so it’s just kinda there right now.

Onto chapter three, which ends with the final face off against BanBan in the main Givanium mining cave, or “The Cavern”. This fight is actually split up into two parts, part one, which takes place earlier after MC confronts BanBan about him being a monster, which ends when Mc imbedding his axe into BanBan’s chest, causing him to run away. Mc then has to run because sheriff toadster shows up and he is defenseless against him. The fight resumes after Mc finds his axe and follows BanBan into the cavern, where epic fight ensues.

Mc gets beat the fuck up but so does BanBan, who is also having several mental breakdowns. /j. Anyways, BanBan finds himself in a position to kill mc, but before he can, mc swings his axe and pretty much decapitates BanBan. Rip big red guy, no one liked him. Mc knows he’s not going to survive much longer because of his injuries and calls Brooklyn, his bestie, to hear him one last time. Mc accepts his death and then dies, succumbing to his injuries. Mc is actually satisfied with dying because hey, he wasn’t that great, but at least he got to do one good thing before he bit the dust.

Several hours later, Brooklyn arrives and witnesses the aftermath of everything that went down, and mourns MC, burying him outside the kindergarten. The end.

That’s basically what happens, gonna flesh it out as I go along.

#garten of banban rewrite #garten of banban #Brooklyn Crawford #BanBan #Main Character

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Thelreads, MHA 282, Replies Part 2

1) “DAMMIT GUYS, SHOCKWAVE IS REALLY AN OP SKILL, WE NEED TO NERF IT NEXT PATCH”- Tomura wanted to be nothing less than an unstoppable force of destruction. OP skills are his standard attacks now.

2) “HOLY FCUK IS THAT TODOROKI HERE TO SAVE THE FUCKING DAY”- I mean…. yes, but how saved we actually are is debatable.

(MHA ch 277) 3) ““For now” you should add midoriya, because although he’s far away, the fact that you’re facing certain death will certainly lead him here

Shoto right now is going“My midoriya senses are tingling, I bet that fucker is getting himself killed by a villain right now, and he didn’t even invited me!””- Izuku didn’t even have his phone on him for Shoto to track this time, he just followed the Tingling in the back of his skull to where the most danger was. 4) “THERE’S MY BOY, RIGHT ON TIME BEFORE AIZAWA GOT CASTED FOR A NICHOLAS CAGE MOVIE

IT WAS CLOSE

WAY TO FUCKING CLOSE

I WAS ABOUT TO THINK THE TITLE OF THE CHAPTER SHOULD BE THE FACEFALL OF DESTRUCTION”- Too close even. Shoto may have arrived just in time to stop Aizawa’s Face/Off moment, but even that couldn’t fully thwart Tomura’s success. Our odds have not improved, even with Izuku using Black Whip as an impromptu shock absorber to try and blunt the blowback of 100% smash attacks on him, that doesn’t mean much when he can fully heal from those same blows – and they weren’t enough to actually stop him before even!

5) “THERE WE GO MIDORIYA, GIVE HIM ONE OF THE GOOD ‘OL RELIABLE”- We’re gonna need a bigger gun in the armoury than that to take on Tomura now…

6) “FUCK FUCK FUCK IS AIZAWA OUT OF THE FIGHT

OH GOD OH NO

THIS IS GONNA BE REALLY BAD”- Out of the fight and possibly de-quirked in the same vein as Overhaul. Even if we survive this, we’re gonna need a new tactic going forward.

7) “THE END IS INEVITABLE THE END COMES FOR ALL

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE END

THE END IS HERE”- Tomura started this fight being dead. It’s hard for the heroes to top that in terms of the damage they can put on him, especially now he’s tougher than even a High-End. 8) “AND WE CUT AWAY FROM THE FIGHT APPARENTLY

Alright, fear not guys, he’s just helping his bf, no biggie, he always does that”- “And now, back to the other impending disaster heading our way!” 9) “Oh ABSOLUTELY NOT Uraraka, you have no idea what is going on there, and trust me, it’s far safer that y'all stay the hell away from it”- While that’s true, it doesn’t mean much when the walking disaster – Both of them – is heading to their location anyway. Nowhere’s safe, and no hero alone can stop this chaos. 10) “Oh hey, isn’t that the Fires Georg anchor? Is he gonna tell something about our favorite road-smashing hero?”- Well, Machia’s certainly smashing roads…and Mountains, Cities, Heroes, innocent civilians…. 11) “Oh yeah, Machia. I suppose this is during the whole shebang that was happening a few chapters ago. Don’t worry, the kids are gonna take him down. Hopefully.”- ….Cough. The ship has sailed, the payload launched, the tsunami inbound, Pandora's Box unleashed. Only All Might or All For One at their prime could likely severely impact a serious Machia. Horikoshi didn’t show us the ‘fight’ because it was an utter foregone conclusion. 12)“Yeah uraraka, but a lot of them are already at the site confronting him. They just need to hold him back until the poison takes effect.”- ….Nope. They tried, they failed, and now, there’s no heroes in the cities who can be on site to save these people. There’s gonna be a lot of death occurring, and nobody can protect anybody from it.

(MHA ch 267) 13) “Now for the truly concerning elephant in the room. Gigantomachia is gonna fuck things up for everyone, won`t he?”- Yes indeed. Despite everything they’ve put into preparation, Machia’s sheer might and single-mindedness, alongside the fact that the only person with the potential to maybe one day stop him – Izuku – is at the other end of his goal, means there’s really nothing that can be done to avert his rampage. The only thing the heroes can do is try and save what lives they can from the devastation, because stopping Machia is like standing in front of a moving train and just as messy. (MHA ch 267) 14) “Uhhhhh… I don`t like where this is going… They wouldn`t remind us that he`s here and can rampage at any moment if he wasn`t, you know, about to get started.

Now I`m scared for those kids upstairs.”- It’s not just them in the firing line, but all those people in-between the villa and the hospital who are endangered by Machia. You don’t fight an act of god, you pray it doesn’t hurt you as it passes by. (MHA ch 276) 15) “oh a small battle map, I see…. Now tell me, which direction is Gigantomachia coming from? Something tells me it`s exactly the direction the evacuation is going, right?”-Them…and all the other cities that weren’t evacuated too. (MHA ch 288) 16)“Yeah see, even Midnight told you that

this is now an emergency operation, if Machia gets there, everything everywhere is boned forever, and since your trees apparently can’t stop him, it rests on Midnight’s shoulders to save the day.”- There’s also the logistical issue that there are other cities between the lodge and Jaku…and Machia isn’t the kind of guy who’ll take a detour to go around stuff when he can go through it. (MHA ch 279)

17) “You guys shouldn’t have built your houses out of straw”- He Huffed, he Puffed, and now, Machia’s gonna blow all the houses down….

(MHA ch 263) 18) “Alright, Captain Furry gave the all clear, the battle is about to take place. Meanwhile, Jiro hears the sounds of death and the drums of war echoing through the earth itself.

The end is upon us, most of those kids won`t see the setting of the sun on the horizon.”- At least some of these kids we’ve seen likely didn’t. Hard to tell how many have passed on until somebody can take a proper count in the aftermath, and the situation doesn’t seem to be settling down anytime soon… (MHA ch 273) 19) “Yeah it was.

Thank god, now at least I know Fatgum won`t be anywhere near that place when shit gets fucked

At least one person might survive this.”- I wouldn’t put good odds on that anymore…. 20) “WAITWAIT NO W

BUT THEY

OH GOD

OH GOD NO

THEY ALREADY FAILED

NONONONONONONO”- I don’t know if this was intentional, but the contrast between the peaceful ordinariness of the city streets on the left vs the chaotic disaster approaching from the right gave me the impression of that split second when an atom bomb detonates, that photoshop moment where the world freezes before the destruction comes in like a wave and tears it all apart 21) “OH GOD NO

SO THE KIDS AND THE HEROES FAILED TO STOP HIM UNTIL HE FELL ASLEEP. HE’S STILL ON THE MOVE

OH GOD

THE KIDS. THEY ARE ALRIGHT, RIGHT? WHAT ABOUT MY MONKEY BOY”- The kids are not alright. No kids will be, by the end of this day. @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #mha 282

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meganwasbored · 2 years ago

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The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 3 Episodes 1 and 2

Episode 1

-dude I thought it was replaying the first episode again for a second

-the dragons TALK???

-whoever this dark magic dude is he is 100% right that dragon was about to kill a WHOLE CITY??

-he did that to himself if he didn’t try to attack the city there would’ve been no need for the purple magic tornado

-also did they not say that the dragons are fireproof?

-just this picture

-“all this stuff about senses and appearances kinda sounds like moon arcanum stuff” …how?

-is saying that foreshadowing that he’s gonna learn to understand the moon arcanum too?

-did they just forget that Amaya is deaf for this scene because they aren’t using sign language and she understands everything they’re saying, and even if she can read lips she turned her head when the other dude started talking even though he wasn’t in her view

-STOP MAKING ZYM WHIMPER LIKE THAT

-GREN IS BAAAACK

-did they find him when they found Viren

-the besties are baaaaaack

-I never thought I would dislike such a pretty dragon (well, at least he used to be pretty) but this guy isn’t even reasonably being a jerk he’s just being a jerk because he can he wants to kill Callum just ‘cause

-they are really about to get past with ✨the power of friendship✨

-oop nvm lol

-“he rips the life and magic out of innocent creatures” you were about to annihilate an entire city because one dude wouldn’t do what you said

-Callum is so dramatic like cool it Socrates

-“I’m faster than him” no you’re not he’s a freaking dragon

-we’re really about to get the equivalent of a “gf wearing her bf’s jacket” scene before they’re even together and I’m here for it

-ok you hear him say “I haven’t bathed in two weeks” and you’re like yeah makes sense go on but you don’t really think about how long that actually is, like most people shower every day or every other day but they haven’t bathed in two weeks they’re probably disgusting

-!!!

-Sarai 🤝 Amaya

Being very altruistic

sisters who are willing to

die to save others

-no shot they survived that

-stop it Gren probably thinks she’s dead

-good job buddy

-Ez got the dramatic entrance he deserves

Episode 2

-Ezran is like 9 when I was 9 I cried for days because my dog died he just lost his DAD, like him and Callum are literally orphans

-Callum being the biggest nerd because *gasp* the magic land has magic

-“you don’t have to repeat everything I say”

“The king requests that you stop repeating”

“…”

“I realized as soon as I said it”

-every single castle guard is hilarious I love them all

-who put the Crow Lord over Crow Master, Crow Master is here every day Crow Lord is gone every single time we need him

-I’ll say it again, this is too much work for this poor little boy

-Ezran is home working while Callum is having the time of his life in Xadia

-Ironically the safest place Ezran could be right now is in Xadia with them

-Opeli ily but stop RUSHING him oh my gosh

-YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR THIS POOR KID

-Soren and Claudia being in denial that their dad is pure evil just hurts literally every main character has some sort of issues regarding parents and it’s sad

-also we must acknowledge the bread sandwich

-do… do royals not shake hands? Why so judgey he’s just being polite

-did nobody bother to fill him in

-imagine verbally attacking a little boy because he’s not perfect at being a king on his first day on the job

-cuties

-he wasn’t even close

-when a little boy is more mature than most of the adults

#the dragon prince #the dragon prince thoughts #the dragon prince thoughts season 3 #the dragon prince season 3 #tdp #tdp thoughts #tdp thoughts season 3 #tdp season 3

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 53

Fresh Blood/Army of Ghosts

"Fresh Blood"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: no one died in the Bella and Gordon meetup, but if you’re asking if I would survive a vampire attack….not without Sam and Dean there

Wait…do we get Bella AGAIN?? Thank you. Thank you so much, writers. Don’t like that Gordon’s ambushed her

“Sam Winchester’s the antichrist” is just a sentence that’s said with utmost seriousness in this show. I love it here

Bestie is not just morally gray. She’s morally gunmetal. Morally charcoal. (And yet I still think she’s not truly going to betray the boys, but she sure is gonna look like she is)

Nah, I’m with Sam here, that was too close, Dean. You can’t be….if you get turned into a vampire, will the hellhounds have any affect on you?? Asking for a friend

I want this vampire to be lying so badly. I want her to absolutely fool them. Why do I want this??

And immediately taking that back “there was this guy. He was old. Like, 30.” Girl, you are at LEAST 25

How does JPad give the coldest, deadliest stare and also the saddest puppy dog eyes? He’s done both in this scene.

Man. I know Dean just threatened to kill Bella with all the seriousness in the world, but I’m still holding out hope for something else

Wait…is this how/when we lose Gordon as an antagonist? OH SHIT. Gordon got turned into that which he hates most. Maybe don’t taunt a vampire who has you captive….I dunno. I’d like to read a paper on the treatment of Gordon in the show, though. There’s probably a lot of commentary that could be made about him

Vampire Gordon is even more terrifying

Mmmm, original vampire should have killed Gordon when he had the chance. Mourning the loss of your new vampire daughters was the price he paid. It’s no wonder he’s begging Sam and Dean to kill him

Maybe it’s that this season is particularly short, but every single episode has had a monster or victim really twist the knife on what what the Winchesters are feeling about the deal Dean made

Oh that was pure tragedy watching Gordon kill his hunter buddy.

I’m glad Sam’s FINALLY confronting Dean about this. About how Dean’s been acting like his life doesn’t matter at all since he’s only got a year to live (less, now). Catch me crying in the break room. “I wish you would drop the show and just be my brother again.” I can’t do this…(because I’m having Todobros feelings about it)

Gordon…you didn’t have to bring innocent people into it…(I can’t wait to try to find some good writing on Gordon)

RIP Gordon. You deserved better from the writers room.

Not handling it particularly well that this is genuinely the best Dean can do to just be Sam’s brother again: teaching him how to fix the impala because he’s gonna need to learn how to…

"Been On My Mind...": Nah.

"Army of Ghosts"

I'm...not ready to say goodbye to Rose.

Also, it's downright CRUEL of the Doctor to ask her how long she's going to stay with him. He knows the answer isn't forever. He knows it CAN'T be forever. So asking is just mean for both of them.

I don't know how long Rose has been gone for, but...it feels like the world got really comfortable with "ghosts are real and we are going to treat them like nothing happened" REAL QUICKLY.

It's times like these I miss Mickey. He never would have put up with this.

OMG they moved from "ghosts are real" to integrating them into everyday life to WRITING TV EPISODES WHERE GHOSTS ARE DISCRIMINATED AGAINST REALLY FUCKING QUICKLY. TWO MONTHS?? IT TOOK TWO MONTHS???

hOW...I'm not here actually complaining about Freema being in this episode, but it feels odd to have her here THIS CLOSE to when she becomes the next long term companion.

These episodes and the ones in the parallel universe are the biggest ads for wired headphones I've ever watched. They really make me never want to get a set of airpods, I'll tell you that much.

Ew, Jackie. No. Just because Rose has gone places, seen things, had life experiences you never got to doesn't mean she's not still HER. I'm sorry you miss your daughter and the person you remember her being, but THIS? is not it. Talking about how she'll be a strange woman in a marketplace some galaxies away in 40 or 50 years time, but she won't be Rose Tyler. As if we're meant to stay the same way our whole lives, never learn or grow.

All THAT said, Jackie and the Doctor should get to sass each other more often.

Ew. Really don't like Yvonne...

The sphere does not exist. It seems like it exists, like it's just right there when you look at it. And it's in a special room in Torchwood built just for it, so it would make more sense for it to be there than not. But it does not exist, according to Rajesh Singh and his team of Torchwood scientists. Existence is tricky.

(Related: Is watching Torchwood worth it? Or is it full of people like Yvonne? I never got into the spin offs for Doctor Who. I know Jack's in it and there's a guy named Iago(? something close to that, iirc) and...another person to round out a trio of main characters. This has turned into that "no I love all my children equally. There's [correct name], *looks at smudges on hand* [close but incorrect name followed by increasingly incorrect names]")

OMG I WAS JUST SAYING HOW I MISSED MICKEY!!!! AND NOW HE'S HERE!!!

Scary that it only takes three people to fuck up the entire operation. I'm not saying that the way Torchwood was handling this was right or that they actually had things under control (they didn't, but it looked like they did. and to them, it felt like they did). But it took just three people being somewhat turned into cybermen to bring the sphere into actual existence and then bring the rest of the cybermen along with it.

I'm loving this new confidence Mickey has. Love that he can be just friendly with Rose. He's not clingy anymore, he's not guilting her for going of with the Doctor anymore. He's his own man, and I'm proud of him.

WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT WAIT WAAAAAAIT!!! IS DOOMSDAY THE EPISODE WITH THE DALEKS VS. CYBERMEN EXCHANGE I LOVE SO MUCH??? Oh, not to wish my weekend away (especially with the everything else that happens in that episode), but...........

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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aerial-ace97 · 2 years ago

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No way to say this without spoiling things so spoilers under the cut for my biggest issue with the Owl House finale.

I don’t know man I just don’t know that we should be cool with a 14 year old carrying out the death penalty. I’m gonna be honest, a lot of what I’m about to say centers on my personal political perspective but I still think their is a lot of validity of it. Well... of course I do otherwise I wouldn’t choose it as my philosophy about politics which is, of course, deeply important to all aspects of life. I think from a brief glance of other people’s reactions that I’m in the minority on this one but ah well.

I am extremely anti-death penalty in general, but that doesn’t mean that in general I have an issue with killing people in all regards in television. I mean I don’t know what I could properly enjoy if I just resolutely drew the line at ‘No one can kill anyone.’ I do however deeply believe that media is important and while I don’t expect for it to hold the same values as me, I think that all media should recognize the influence that it can have.

Most television shows I watch there is going to be death. Owl House is no exception and I think that showing death in children’s media is over all a good thing. I don’t really have a huge issue with Belos dying but the sudden reasoning behind straight up murdering the guy is not the way I think it should have gone.

When characters kill the bad guys in media I like it is for two very distinct reason. In one they are doing it out of a reaction to oppression or in self-defense or even in a war zone. Or two, they are a flawed but grown human beings. Sometimes media does something else and I dislike those moments while still liking the media (let me make clear now how much I love Owl House, please don’t immediately assume I hate this show. I probably wouldn’t have survived this year if not for Thanks to Them.)

Luz is in neither of those conditions though. She’s a 14 year old kid who is presented as for the most part a good guy and the decision is presented as almost unequivocally the right move. She also is not in a situation where she is at all in danger. Maybe Belos could have done something to the others? Maybe? But with Luz being juiced up with Titan power, she is essentially at demigod status. It’s like the difference of danger between a bazooka and a pistol.

And yeah, she was trying to murder him. It wasn’t just a... oh I’m just not gonna help you. She had GOD powers. The boiling rain is a product of the Titan. She summoned the rain to kill him. And sure Eda comes up to curb stomp him and save Luz from the crime of actually having to murder a dude, but that doesn’t change that she was definitely going to do it.

Does Belos deserve it? For sure. As a certain cricket might say, he’s an irredeemable monster. But that shouldn’t be the line for if we should have a kid execute him. Don’t take this as any kind of belief in pacifism across all spectrums. You fundamentally cannot be tolerant of all beliefs and ideologies when some of those ideologies advocate the death of others. I’m not someone who thinks you can cure a Nazi just with love and hugs. Nah, you should punch a Nazi square in the fucking nose. But there is a big leap between, a good solid kick to the cranium and a bullet between the eyes when you are of no threat to me and you’re asking for your life. Similarly if a Nazi is trying to kill you, that would also be a good opportunity for you to do likewise. Belos is an abusive, narcissistic giga-Hitler who deserved no redemption in the eyes of our characters. But just... if you wanna kill him then make him attack her?

There are quite a few ways that you could’ve had him killed if you really had to do it. Like... a lot. He was already on his last legs before taking over the titan. You could’ve just had his essence crumble away with that final failure. Or have his essence reform in a place where someone less innocent could have done the deed, like just had Eda off somewhere else and have her do it. Or better yet have Lilith, someone who was also manipulated directly by him, do it. I’d still have some issues with these choices but at least we wouldn’t put it up to a 14 year old. Or just have him be killed in defense in some way.

As a tangent, I find the final battle to be somewhat thematically flat in general. Especially when we have Gravity Falls conclusion of how do you kill god and having to be clever about the way it happens and get everyone involved. It makes the ‘let’s just shoot nondescript lazars and spells at each other until one of us folds’ conclusion feel a lot like a step down. Many of the characters really didn’t have a lot to do and when you have the incredibly beautiful final battle from Thanks to Them you know that it could have been so much more interesting. I can’t get too annoyed about it because that’s what happens when DIsney cuts your show off at the knees though. And also I think the much more impressive achievement that Luz makes in this episode is not defeating Belos but bridging the gap with the Collector, particularly since it is far more thanks to her own talents. But ah... sorry.. back to my point

I don’t know the full extent of Dana’s political stance. I would like to think she’s a leftist and not a liberal based on what I’ve seen but I don’t know for sure. My guess is she would see herself that way. But a core principle of leftism is the belief in ‘Rehabilitation for all,’ which is why I strongly believe that if you are pro-death penalty, you don’t get to call yourself a leftist. Rehabilitation is not the same as redemption. It doesn’t mean ‘Oh well we’re just going to forgive Belos now and move on.’ What it does mean is confronting the root of people’s bigotries and flaws instead of the surface issues. Like talking to Belos about what happened with his brother and how it has effected him or how being entirely stripped of his old world may have influenced his negative perspective on the Boiling Isles. You know hard stuff and just very baby steps in the long run but important for everyone. I mean as awful as Belos was, we never really even give him a chance to try and change at any point of the show. So how can we really be certain that it isn’t possible or at least something we should strive for. With him entirely cut off from any power source of course. I’m not saying be stupid about it.

I generally liked the turn that the conversation between Luz and the titan had where they discussed how her goals and motivations were different from Belos. It kinda came out of nowhere but again I’m gonna chalk that up to time that was cut from Disney being Disney. But to follow that line of thinking through to justifying the murder of Belos leaves it with kind of a bad taste in my mouth. So the difference between Luz and Belos is that his intentions were never good? Ok I guess the audience knows that but I think Belos certainly thinks his intentions were good. I think telling kids that if you feel your heart is in the right place than you’re means are justified is not the play here. Especially since there are numerous other ways in which they are different. Maybe Belos’ motivations are bad because they actually infringe unnecessarily on the rights of others. Or because he did it all without any question whereas Luz has some introspection and input for others. I don’t think the line we should draw is, oh my intentions were the good ones. Because that is impossible to measure.

I know the show is trying to go for this idea that Belos can’t be redeemed and not all villains can. And that’s fine. You can have that and still not kill him. While some people have issues with the final episode, Avatar the Last Airbender does this just fine with their giga-Hitler. Kipo manages it too. You can make it clear that the characters aren’t capable of meaningfully changing the villain and still put the villain in a position where they can’t do any harm to anyone anymore.

Come to think of it, in a similar vein to Avatar, doesn’t Belos not even really have his powers in the end. With the Titan fading away, he would have to learn the whole new glyph magic as well in order to cast again. Also isn’t he already very much dying. I don’t know. The more and more I think about it the more I feel like killing him seems kinda unnecessary.

I also know that this played a lot into the theme of trust the Owl House has been going for, especially with Luz. But they still once again could have just had one of these things happen instead. Belos attacks Luz and Luz is ready for it and easily blasts him OR she just cuts him off mid-monologue and imprisons him without hearing him out. Or neither. Honestly her face communicated enough. I get that she was never gonna trust him. I don’t need for her to also kill him to drive that home.

I did like how Belos tries to throw shade by saying Luz is just as bad as him in his final moments. It is of course extremely laughable and a tactic often used by the oppressor to condemn those who try to fight them. ‘Actually revolution is bad and makes you like us.’ I’m not at all some sort of milquetoast liberal who thinks that socialism and the annihilation of capitalism can ever be attained by anything less than some sort of revolution. Of course Luz and the rest could not have won without righteous anger and violence. But being not as bad as Belos doesn’t immediately mean that it is right either. And there is a big difference between an oppressor dying as the result of revolution or self-defense and it happening as a result of street justice.

I don’t know. I love The Owl House. Don’t get me wrong. My icon is Hunter because he is my son and my real life rat daughter is named Luz. But call me soft I just don’t think that letting our 14 year old protagonist kill the bad guy just because she’s the good guy was the right move.

#Owl House spoilers #toh luz #Toh Belos #Just leftist media thoughts

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odoraful · 9 months ago

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃.ᐟ

it's a cosy saturday night. rain gently patters against the windows. you set up a small projector in your bedroom and decide to play a horror game with your boyfriend while snuggling in bed.

content: headcanons, established relationship, no in-depth details of anything scary (however, there are descriptions of the type of horror game they play!) a/n: tbh i’m not the biggest fan of horror games, but i do enjoy peoples' reactions to playing them, so i thought it’d be fun to picture how the boys would play hehe

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⟡ ZAYNE

You're playing an exploration-focused game set in a hospital. The main character is a patient who seems to be having visions of their past.

You take the controls, and he lets you sit in his lap. Only if you get too scared or rage quits does he take the controller from you to play.

“No!” you cry out. The hiding spot you snuck your character in is discovered by the monster, leaving you with a Begin from last save? screen. You bury your face into Zayne’s arm, frightened by the sudden attack.

Defeated, you hang your head and wordlessly raise the controller towards him.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you to take it from your hands. “I’m guessing that means you’re tapping out for now?”

Snuggling deeper into his chest, you sigh. “Yep, you’re subbing in.”

Zayne manoeuvres the character carefully around the abandoned hospital and you hold your breath. The silence of his concentration is occasionally broken by your gasp seeing the creature stalking right past the character. Miraculously, he manages to evade and escape on his first try.

“We did it!” you cheer with relief.

“We?" He lifts a brow. "If I’m not mistaken, I was the one holding the controller.”

“Well, I was your emotional support!”

If he is scared, he never lets it show. Rather than screams, the most you’ll get out of him is a slight flinch or a curse under his breath. He actually seems to be more frustrated than frightened.

He’s an ace detective when it comes to putting clues together and figuring out the mystery! Lowkey a lore gatherer.

“I see… so these hallucinations are simply a manifestation of the main character’s guilt.” He's absorbed in the inventory screen, sifting through all the collected notes and letters. “Zayne, I think we’ve spent more time reading than actually playing.”

⟡ XAVIER

You’re playing a survival game set in space. The main character is a lone astronaut on a space station who must defeat an extraterrestrial monster.

You two alternate between who’s in charge of controls based on each save point.

When he does get scared, he reacts by dodging out of the way in real life as if the alien is actually coming through the screen.

Xavier doesn’t have the most experience with video games, so it takes him a little bit to understand the mechanics. Despite this inexperience, he still clutches it anyway. It also pushes him to try over and over again even if he fails multiple times.

"Xavier, let me have a go at it if you can’t get past this.”

This is his third go at defeating the monster in the final stage of the game. He shakes his head fervently. “I can do this. If you think about it, this is just like evading a wanderer’s attacks.” There’s a determined look in his eyes. “I should be good at this.”

You poke his shoulder. “Well, the problem is that the character in-game doesn’t have your evol to help them out.”

Xavier hums thoughtfully. “They have a sword though. I know how to use a sword.”

The innocence of his tone strikes you through your heart and you can't say anything to refute his logic. Maybe real-life sword skills can transfer to in-game controls. You give in.

“Okay, you get one more go at it! I know you can do this."

Your encouragement renews his spirit. He lifts up a fist. “I’ll get it this time for sure.”

Easily gets side tracked from the main quest and wants to explore every nook and cranny. Collectables and achievements? This might be the first time Xavier stays awake because he’s getting a one-hundred percent completion rate.

Questions the survivability of the main character and the realism of the situation.

How can drinking medicine instantaneously cure the character’s wounds? How is the character still walking after being bitten in the leg? Beings from a different planet don’t actually look like this you know…

⟡ RAFAYEL

You’re playing an indie game set in an abandoned mansion. The main character has inherited this house from their grandfather, who was a wealthy collector of occult art pieces.

He wants to be in-charge of all the controls and lets you cuddle against his side. You observe his gameplay like you're watching a movie.

Tries his best to maintain his composure to show you just how calm, cool and collected he can be. However, he ends up jumping around every corner he turns.

He either moves really slowly because he can’t stand not knowing where the phantoms are lurking, or will charge straight in to get it over and done with.

“This doesn’t scare me. I’m just being cautious,” he’ll say defensively, leaning into your shoulder more as he slowly moves the controls to pan the camera around the empty room.

His efforts are futile as the phantom zooms past the open door behind the character, accompanied by a piercing sound cue. Rafayel’s shriek drowns out yours, as your scream swiftly turns into a fit of laughter.

“Your scream scared me more”—your words come out in bits and pieces between your cackles—“than the actual jumpscare!"

He’s red in the face, offended by how amused you were at his suffering.

“My life is in mortal danger, and you’re laughing at me?!” He tries to stay indignant, but he can’t help but crack a smile at how lost in laughter you are.

Has a genuine appreciation for the art direction of the game. He loves how atmospheric it is and compliments the stylistic choices. He actually chose this game just because the reviews raved about how good the visuals were.

“This is a nice house, like look at all this antique decor. You think we could live in a place like this someday?” You shiver. “A haunted mansion infested with ghosts? I think I’ll pass…”

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sadnesslaughs · 11 months ago

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"Do I look like the kind of person who can be reasoned with?" "….Yes?"

(A response to a writing prompt)

The pair sat exhausted, two bloody warriors on their last legs after a clash of flesh and beliefs. While their bodies were in tatters, their spirits remained, still powering through the pain as they eyed each other off. Their backs resting against whatever piece of wall they could prop themselves against. Grant smirked, the hero always smirking, even when he knew the weight of the situation he was in. The pair were both sealed away in the villain’s bunker, safe from the destruction the villain would cause to the outside world.

“They said you were getting old,” Grant said, trying to force out a laugh. His hand cupping his bruised jaw, feeling some sort of fracture along his jawline. “Didn’t know you could still throw a punch like that. Still, think this one ended in a draw. How about calling off that bomb? As a show of fair play?”

“And they said you retired. Yet, here you are, as always.” William could force his laugh, resting his head against the wall, letting those thin white hairs touch it. “Villains don’t do draws. Do I look like the type of person who can be reasoned with?”

“Yes?”

“You’re serious, aren’t you? Have you known many villains to change their minds? My impending death won’t make me soft.” Determined to show his strength, William went to stand, only for Grant to scoot forward, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder. Grant’s gaze went to the wound on the man’s stomach, silently letting him know that standing would worsen his condition. As William settled into the spot again, Grant spoke.

“Villains? No. Most villains are stubborn to the point of their own demise. I don’t see you as a villain, though. I don’t mean that in the typical heroic way of everyone can be redeemed. I just don’t see you as an evil guy.” Grant continued to smirk, furthering the frustrations of the villain.

“You don’t see the guy that’s planning on bombing a city as a villain?”

“You know that’s not what I meant. Shit, how do I say it? Shit, pardon my swearing. Pardon it again. I think I’m really on my last legs here.” Grant eyes fluttered, begging for sleep and still he persisted, clenching his gloved hand into a fist, trying to hold on to his last bit of life.

“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” William shrugged, turning his head against the wall, staring at the hero. Grant was struggling to hold on. William was sure he had struck one of his vitals. His attacks were usually so precise. He hadn’t expected him to last ten minutes, let alone survive the time they were spending now.

“Heh.. That’s actually funny. It’s weird. You just don’t seem like the worst type of villain. Sure, you’re going to drop a bomb, but you also gave a good amount of warning. How long did you give them? A week? So, plenty of time for people to move without that fear of roads getting congested. A typical villain doesn’t do that. You wanted your needs to be met without conflict. Instead of our side looking for a peaceful resolution, they sent me. Now a city falls because of that. Both sides aren’t innocent in this.”

“Only someone psychotic would threaten a person without a reason. Yes, I hoped things would go differently. I wanted that money.”

“For what?”

“I hadn’t decided. There’s so many things wrong with this world, I wasn’t sure which to devote my time to. Food, disease, housing, the environment and everything else. Where do you even start?”

“No clue. I’ve never been a smart guy, that’s why they send me to punch things. I wish I had been. Some days, I would have loved to make a real difference. It’s not satisfying hurting people. It’s never been my nature, just something I was good at.” Grant lowered his head, closing his eyes.

“HEY. You haven’t convinced me yet. Wake up.” William snapped, pulling Grant back into the conversation. “I doubt it means much, but I’ve never considered you to be stupid. Intelligence isn’t only about research and theory. You’re more tuned into the world than most. I respect that about you. You’re one of the few I respect, Fair Fight-“

“Grant. Grant Turner. No point for dying men to have a secret identity, right? And you’re William, right?” Grant couldn’t gesture with his hand, instead, it firmly rested against his wound, sticking to the spot.

“William Reazna. Yes. Suppose I do cancel that bomb of mine. Then what? What do I do then?”

“What you planned to do. You help people. You won’t have cash. But you’ll have your life.” His sentences getting shorter, struggling to push out anything longer, those sharp breaths pushing the last flickers of life forward.

“What good is a city in ruins? I’ll stop it. There’s an override switch. I’ll activate it.” He slipped a hand into his green coat, pulling out a remote. When he pushed a button, a small tile on the wall flipped over, revealing a red button. “I kept it hidden, didn’t want it getting bumped in our fight.” William went to stand, only to watch as Grant forced himself to his feet. His back squished against the wall, using it to help drag himself up.

“I’ll do it.” Grant said, digging around in his pocket, grabbing a small sealed off tube, similar to toothpaste. He tossed it at William and walked towards the button. With each step, he kept himself leaned against the wall, using it for support.

“You had this the entire time? Why didn’t you use it on yourself? You insane, heroic idiot.” William stared at the thin cap on the tube, not taking it off yet. “Sit down, I’ll apply it to you.”

“If you stand. Die. Wound. Too. Open. I’m gone. You might live.” Everything was getting harder for Grant. His expression glazed. When he reached the button, he slammed his hand into it before collapsing face down onto the floor. Even in that moment of lifelessness. He still smirked.

“Grant? GRANT. Shit. Now you’ve got me cursing.” William opened the tube, pushing the gel out of it. The warm gel burning his fingers as he rubbed it over the wound. The sensation burned as the gel warmed, solidifying into a temporary seal. Not enough to heal the damage, but enough to keep him held together until he could find help. William steadied himself against the wall as he stood, looking at the deceased hero beside him.

“I don’t know what possessed you to make this move. Had you killed me, you probably would have been able to stop this without my help. So, why risk everything to spare me? Did you know something I didn’t, or are you too stupidly heroic for your own good? Shit, thank you, Grant. No one else would have given me a chance for redemption. I’ll collect your body when I have the strength to carry us both out of here.” He promised, bowing his head. Saying a small prayer for the corpse before making his way out of the bunker.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

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cold-b-writing · 2 years ago

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Thanatophobia: Chapter 32

Kayla was just staring down the group for a moment, as if she was trying to get a read on all of them. Finally, she let out a sigh and relented. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this…” Kayla shook her head. “I don’t know why all of you came looking for me, but you shouldn’t have…”

“Because you’re our friend…” Breonna stepped forward, she was talking in a monotone voice, but the tension was rather high. The emotions were boiling up already. “Because we need you right now…because Loudwater needs you…”

“I just needed more time…” Kayla’s expression began to break and at this point, she was clearly frowning.

“Kayla…” Breonna’s commanding tone became all the more apparent, now she was no longer speaking to the blonde woman like a friend, she was speaking to Kayla like the leader of the Greyhawks. “Why are you hiding out in these ruins and why do you have all of these ghouls with you?”

“I know where you’re going with this…” Kayla wanted to take another step forward, but Breonna pointed her blade up at the noblewoman. Kayla stopped her movement the moment that happened. “If you think the undead that raided Loudwater were mine, then you are mistaken…” The blonde woman started to explain. “Before you all arrived, I was very curious about the Roaring Banner…you see they were a group that just appeared from out of nowhere and they quickly became famous for their heroics. I thought that we were finally lucky enough to have a group of adventurers care about us, but then I started to do some investigating…”

“We know that the Roaring Banner were evil, we fought them.” Pil huffed and rolled his eyes in response. “Did you forget that already?”

“Yeah, but you don’t know their full story.” Kayla shook her head. “All you saw was the end result of something that was a long time coming. The leader of their group, Ancal, he was a warlock…just like her…” she pointed at the half elf. “Only his patron made a different kind of deal with him. You see, for him to survive, he needed to feast upon the souls of his victims, it’s because he wasn’t naturally made. The souls that were left over would go to his patron…” she looked around. “Why do you think these lands are so cursed? Why they’re so plagued with undead? It’s because he cursed them, he made those undead…”

“They seemed pretty confused during the attack.” Pil crossed his arms. “And the ghouls that are in these ruins, as well as the ghouls we encountered by the manor were yours. So, are we really supposed to believe that they were behind the attack?”

“You still don’t get it.” Kayla started playing with one of the strands of hair resting on the side of her head. “The majority of the undead that had attacked the town were created by the Banner. They were always going to attack the town. This isn’t even the first time that they would have done such a thing either. Remember when they said that the Bull’s crew had destroyed the other towns down South? Did you really believe them? No, they destroyed those towns and made those people a part of their army. That’s their game, they go around town, completing those bounties, hunting monsters to buy as much time as possible to feed on the souls of the dangerous creatures, it makes the people drop their guard. Then when that happens the Banner eats yet again.”

“Wait a second…” Aryanna widened her eyes in horror. “You knew all of that was going to happen? And you did nothing to stop it?”

“No, even worse…” Pil sighed. “She’s the reason why their horde was ahead of schedule. But that doesn’t explain why she sent ghouls to her own manor and killed her own servants.”

“Why would you do this?” Breonna stammered; she was in pure disbelief. “Kayla, I know what your father did, and he deserved everything that happened to him, but there were servants in there who were completely innocent…people who had nothing to do with any of this…and you just…”

“It was going to happen no matter what…” Kayla shook her head.

“Bullshit!” Aryanna cut the noblewoman off. “You could have told us; we could have stopped all of that!”

“These lands are going to be cursed forever.” Kayla shook her head. “Undead are going to be rising here forever because of what the Roaring Banner did. The people in that town were already dead, they just didn’t realize it yet. And all I did was throw the Roaring Banner off. Did you know that for the longest time, I had no way to fight them? Not on my own. There was no way I would have been able to fight the four of them, but thankfully…I thank my Lord every day that one day you guys came along…that the Greyhawks came along to set things right…and we were able to drive those bastards away…”

“So that’s it then?” Pil raised an eyebrow. “We were just here to do your dirty work. It never had to get this far, but you had to keep going.”

“You’re a monster…” Breonna stepped forward. “You could have made this all better and instead you just did everything to suit your own needs…”

“Bre, I did it for us…” Kayla pleaded. “I did it so that we could be safe, so that we didn’t have to wake up every day wondering if this was going to be it.”

“You didn’t do it for me.” Breonna shook her head. “I never wanted this. So don’t you dare use me as some excuse.”

Kayla shook her head. It was quiet for a brief moment, but then after a couple of seconds, the Greyhawks started to hear laughter from the platform above. Kayla was laughing at them. “I never wanted it to end up like this…” she smiled menacingly. “But if you’re really going to try and take me down, then I got no choice but to deal with you first…” She let out a surprisingly audible hiss, a sound that didn’t even sound like something a human could make. Then her smile grew wider and as she revealed her toothy grin, she revealed an array of sharp teeth. Her eyes that were once blue were now as black as the night and her skin had somehow gone even paler.

“No…” Pil widened his eyes in shock and then immediately turned to the others. “She’s a fucking vampire!”

Kayla had moved already; she was moving so fast that she could only be perceived as a blur to everyone down below. Breonna was looking around in all directions, finding it impossible to keep track. Eventually, she just focused on listening for Kayla and when she heard footsteps, she could hear that they were coming from behind the three Hawks.

The fighter turned around right away, either to fight off her old friend or to take the brunt of whatever was coming the group’s way. But Kayla just stood there and stared at the fighter. Nothing was happening, but once again Kayla was laughing.

That was when it hit Breonna, something came over her and new overwhelming feelings came over her. It was like everything suddenly made sense to the fighter once again, she was suddenly able to see her friend’s perspective. The feelings that came over her made her realize that at the end of all of this, Kayla was right and the two spellcasters were wrong. They had to be; they were ready to attack her friend. At this point, the fighter turned her attention to Pil, ready to deal with him first. How dare he try to confront Kayla; she did nothing wrong. Those feelings washed over Breonna, and she had no way of fighting it off.

“Oh no…” Pil took a step back and he could see the magic take over Breonna’s eyes. The irises now glowing white, she had been charmed.

This was going to be a tough fight for the spellcasters. At this point, both of them were on their own and both were in a match that was out of their league. He was debating in his head all of the possible outcomes as he was trying to avoid every strike she would make with her sword.

Pil was able to handle himself in combat, but Breonna was just much better at fighting than he was. At least when it came to being up close and personal. Even though the room they were in was rather large, there were only so many places that the wizard could run to. She would easily be able to catch up to him and deal with him when she finally gets close.

There was no way that Pil could try to dispel the charm, he wasn’t that advanced of a spellcaster yet, and even if he was, he would have to find an opening with her. There just wasn’t any room for him to make a mistake. Not only that, but even if he had the luxury of fighting to kill, she could still easily overpower him. At this point, he just had to hope that he would be lucky enough to survive this fight.

He wanted to hold out for Aryanna to get a surprise attack on him, but he wasn’t going to depend entirely on that strategy, he knew that the half elf had a rather tough fight of her own at the moment.

Kayla had always shown how adept she was at casting her own spells. She displayed that in her fights against the bandits, she displayed that in the fights against the Roaring Banner. That was only focusing on her strategies and her spell casting ability. She was an even better fighter than Breonna, and the leader of the Hawks made that known. It was why she was so excited when she heard that Kayla was interested in helping their little group.

Even the weakest of vampire kind was more than a match for even the strongest of human. This was going to be devastating. At this moment, if Aryanna was going to win, she would have to be smart about everything. She would have to find a way to not get hit and she would have to find a way to break Breonna free from the charm, or at least buy enough time to restrain the fighter.

Pil and Aryanna shared momentary glances at one another, just sometimes observing each other just to make sure that the other was okay. At this point, they weren’t able to communicate with each other. But through going over the possibilities, they were able to come up with a similar strategy. They both knew what the other person was thinking.

Aryanna was going to try to look for an opening to get away from Kayla, even if it were to be just for a few moments. She would then focus on taking down Breonna. Aryanna would be able to make the attempt to either dispel the charm placed over the fighter. If that was not possible, she was going to restrain her, or if push came to shove, attack her and provide Pil with the opportunity to deal with her. The last plan would come as a last resort.

They wanted to go for dispelling the charm, as it would then return to being three against one. Each member of the Greyhawks, that are involved, would not be able to go up against Kayla alone. However, Pil was very capable of thinking of a plan that could take her down. Breonna was good enough of a fighter to be able to serve as a good enough distraction. Aryanna would be able to deal a devastating blow, especially to an undead creature like her, who, as a vampire, is vulnerable to fire.

Aryanna had just the faintest smile that she was trying to hide. She knew what she had to do. Her moment of realization was cut short when Kayla had her blade drawn and started swinging away. Aryanna knew that the sword would drain her energy the moment it would so much as scratch her. She couldn’t afford for Kayla to be so close in the first place. She clapped her hands and within moments, a burst of energy emitted around her, as a thunderous boom echoed throughout the room.

Kayla had been sent flying back from the sheer force of the spell. In fact, the vampire had knocked her head against the stone walls and for a brief period of time, she was stunned. Aryanna had found her chance and she turned to Pil and Aryanna.

At this point, the wizard was doing his best to just run away from the fighter who was right behind him. He ran up the stairs up to the platform and she swung her sword in an upward arch and just grazed the man by his back.

He hissed in pain as he could feel the cold metal cut into him, and then felt the blood run down. Unfortunately for him, she had finally caught up and she was about to stab him through the back. That was when Aryanna focused all of her energy on dispersing the magic in the area that Breonna was standing in.

For a brief moment, a heavy gust took over and knocked Breonna back. She then dropped down to her knees and blinked. The white glow of her eyes was gone. She looked up at Pil once more and she took several deep breaths. “Holy shit, Pil.” She shook her head as she tried helping him to his feet. “I am so sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it.” The wizard shook his head. “What matters now is that you’re back.” They both got up and they rejoined Aryanna who was staring down the vampire.

Kayla rubbed her temples, as if trying to get rid of a massive migraine. When she looked up at the three who were standing before her, she started to curse under her breath. “So, what now?” Kayla huffed as she looked at the group. “Are you all going to kill me?”

“I saw what happened to Vedetta…” Breonna growled. “And I see now that you are the main cause behind what happened to Morqen as well. Urenakk is still out there fighting your ghouls and right. We have been through so much together, and even now, all you can care about is your own life.”

“Are we going to kill you?” Aryanna shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. But whatever happens, we are doing it for our friends, all of the people we met along the way. All of the people who are not here now because of you.”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Kayla rolled her eyes. “You can’t save everyone. You never could. Loudwater was always going to crumble one day. It was never a question of if, it was only a question of when. So why? You know it’s impossible to save everyone, but you still cling onto that false hope. Why?”

“Because I refuse to give up.” Aryanna scowled. “All of my life, I have been told by the people around me that I had to sink down to their level. Every day of my life, people tried to pull me down, and I refused to play along. I refuse to be anything like the woman who raised me. I…I have come too far…I have to be better.”

“Pretentious words of a narcissistic ideology.” Kayla shook her head. “If you really were better, you would never have played by their rules to begin with…but look at you…”

“Oh, I know I am not perfect.” Aryanna shook her head. “Far from it. But you still don’t understand why. It’s not just to make myself feel better, it’s not just to stick it to those who have wronged me. It is to make sure that the people around me don’t end up like I do. The last thing the world needs is another me…”

“Come on then, show me how far you’re willing to go.” Kayla moved at a blur once again and appeared right in front of the half elf, slashing the woman across the chest with her blade. Breonna shoved the vampire back before she could do anymore damage.

Kayla smiled once more, letting out an audible hiss before licking the blood off of the blade. Breonna stepped forward, sword at the ready. “You used to be better…” the fighter sighed as she nodded for Pil to come along and help her. The wizard was already focused on charging on one of his more powerful spells. He opened his hand and with that, three shards of magical energy slowly floated up into the air and circled around the wizard.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear you say that.” Kayla shook her head. Already swinging her sword at weird angle to try and catch the fighter off guard. “But you wouldn’t understand. Your father never assaulted you; your mom is still alive; you didn’t suffer in silence for years just so other people wouldn’t be disappointed in you.” Tears started to run down the woman’s cheeks as her voice was starting to break. “So, I’m sorry that for once in my life, I decided to be strong, and not let anyone take advantage of me ever again. I’m so sorry that I wanted to be free.”

Breonna, however, was able to block the attack and now there was a fire burning within her. It caused her to start swinging over and over again at the vampire. These weren’t just flailing attacks either, these were all precise strikes to either get Kayla off balance or to get her to drop her guard. The two women locked blades. “You still don’t get it, do you?” Breonna asked.

“What is there to get?” Kayla barked. “When a man gets upset, he is free to lash out!” she pointed her sword at Pil. “When a man is desperate, he is free to abuse all of the people he wants. But not me, I’m always supposed to take the high road, right?” At that point, Pil’s three magical darts had flown across the room, and each dart pierced through the padded armor and struck Kayla at different points of her body. She screamed as she was able to see those darts coming, but they had moved much faster and hit much harder than she expected them to.

“When did you ever see me lash out?” Pil growled. “You don’t know anything about me, you don’t know what I’ve had to deal with.” He was charging another spell already, shadows started to envelop his stronger hand and the shadows were taking the form of a beast’s claws.

The vampire was about to move against the wizard, but Breonna was already one step ahead of her and was already fighting her off. “Kayla, I am sorry about everything you went through.” Breonna stated coldly as she stepped forward and swung her blade downward. Kayla blocked the attack with her own blade which started to glow with its runes once again. Moments later, the fighter could already feel that her strength was being drained. “I understand why you became what you are.” The fighter. “It feels good to be able to fight back. It feels good to be strong. If you had just come to me sooner, if you had just talked to me, talked to us…we would have helped you…”

“You weren’t always there…” Kayla shook her head. She could feel that she now had the upper hand. Pil charged forward, unleashing his attack against her. All kinds of gashes and wounds appeared all over her body and blood started to pour out. The onslaught wasn’t even over, as Aryanna had charged a spell of her own, unleashing a great red beam of hell fire onto the woman. This attack was much more painful, this was something that Kayla was vulnerable to. She screamed in pain. The wounds that had opened around the area where she was hit with the eldritch blast started to be cauterized.

At this point, Breonna wanted to try to disarm the woman, but Kayla still had to strength to block it. The vampire’s bleeding got worse as she blocked the strike, but she was still standing. “You think you can get me with that?” Lady Trenton laughed. “You think you can get the jump on me?” Her sword began to glow even brighter, a new veil of energy coned the blade and Kayla, on her second wind, swung at a downward angle. Breonna tried to black to attack, but the magical force that was taking over the blade pushed with such ferocity that it knocked the fighter prone. “You’re not the only one who knows how to fight!”

Breonna braced herself for what was coming next, but it would be of little help. Kayla kept swinging down at the fighter, at this point, blood began to spatter in all directions. She was careful not to swing too hard, as she still did not want to fatally injure her old friend. Instead, just when she knew that Breonna was on her last legs, she resorted to striking the fighter on the head with the hilt of her blade instead. When she did, the fighter had stopped moving and was knocked out cold.

Both spellcasters were already trying to unleash their spells against her. However, Kayla saw both of them getting ready and snapped her fingers. Aryanna’s spell fizzled out, like all of the energy she had just put into the attack suddenly disappeared.

Pil’s spell was still being charged and he unleashed another barrage of magical darts which pierced through the armor once again. Unfortunately for him, Kayla was ready this time. The previous attack had worked before because Aryanna struck her with an attack that burned the vampire alive. That was what did serious damage before. However, at this point, Kayla was just able to shrug off the spells that did hit her. They were opening and creating new wounds, however, Kayla merely smiled at Pil. The wizard could only watch as those wounds started to close on their own and all the blood that had been leaking out of her soon climbed up and went back inside of her.

Pil and Aryanna looked at each other, both were desperate at this point. They knew they were in trouble once again. It was bad before when Breonna had been turned against them. However, with the leader of the Hawks out of the fight, both spellcasters really had to be careful with their next actions.

There was no longer someone who could fight up close against Kayla. They looked to each other once again and came up with a new plan of action. Pil merely adjusted the satchel on his equipment, when looking at the warlock.

Aryanna knew what she had to do at this point. She was going to need to fight Kayla on her own for just a few seconds. In that time, Pil will try to give Breonna a healing potion, wake her up and get her back into the fight.

From that point on, they would be able to go with their old plan of action. In which Breonna would do most of the distracting while the two of them would just unleash their most powerful spells on the vampire.

With the plan worked out in her own mind, the warlock got ready to get it all to work out. Aryanna’s hands began to glow a vibrant red as smoke began to emit from the palms. Eventually, a gargantuan ball of red fire emerged from those hands and it was bright enough to light up the entire room.

Kayla stopped for a moment and cursed under her breath, before making the decision to dash towards the half elf. If she can get in close enough, then Aryanna would have a harder time with tossing the fireball at a good angle to get her.

At this point, Aryanna knew that she was coming, and decided to just hurl the fireball at a spot right up close. Not close enough to where she would also be engulfed in the flames, but she got lucky and managed to actually land the attack against the vampire.

Kayla howled in pain and collapsed as she burst into flames, running out of there, hoping that her regeneration would work. She was breathing heavily at this point. Even after she snuffed out the flames all over herself, there was still a raging fire that was lighting up the rest of the room. However, while she was distracted, Pil had the opportunity to try and revive the fighter.

He sprinted towards the Breonna, already reaching into his satchel on the way over. He dropped to his knees, pulling out the health potion, and he was getting ready to move Breonna so that she could safely down the contents of the bottle.

Kayla saw this happening, once her burn wounds began to close up, she grabbed her sword and once more got herself back into the fight. Aryanna once again tried to distract the vampire, unleashing a bright red beam of hell fire onto Lady Trenton, but at this point, it didn’t matter.

Kayla had already made it to Pil. He had the health potion out and was lowering it into Breonna’s mouth, but Kayla swung her blade and Pil flinched, pulling his hand back. It was a good thing he did, for he otherwise would have lost his hand. However, things got much worse, as the health potion he pulled out now shattered once it had hit the ground.

“You seriously didn’t think I wouldn’t have seen this coming?” Kayla shook her head as she swung her blade downward. Pil’s hands were already bracing themselves and he shouted something in a language where he was the only one in the room who could understand it. Right when he did chant the spell, a clear barrier had swallowed the wizard, forming a protective shell around him. He was hoping that the spell would be enough to protect himself from the blade.

Unfortunately for him it was not enough, Kayla’s attack was so strong that it was able to break through the barrier. It shattered the moment the blade made contact with the spell, and once Kayla pulled her sword back, blood was visible on the blade.

She stood above the wizard, gleefully admiring her work. That was before she reached down and pulled out the spell book from his satchel, she also picked up his staff. “You won’t be needing this anymore…” Aryanna immediately tried to get another surprise attack on her with another spell, but Kayla snapped her fingers and the fire had fizzled out once again. “To think that the three of you would be pushing me this far…” Lady Trenton muttered as a she got closer to the fire that was in the room and tossed the tome inside along with his staff. Now Pil was definitely out of the fight, even if he got himself up, there was no way that he could channel his magic or his knowledge into anything.

“You know what the problem is with relying so much on other people?” Kayla started as she turned towards the warlock. “The moment one link breaks, it’s only inevitable for the entire chain to collapse. The only person you can truly count on is yourself…”

Aryanna watched in horror as she saw that at this point, both Pil and Breonna were laying in the ground. Pil was lying down in a puddle of his own blood. That was also when Aryanna began to see a change in Kayla’s blade.

The blood that had stayed on the blade started running down to the hilt and traveling its way over to the wielder. Eventually, the blood started to run along to any wound that was still open and made its way inside. Soon enough, the wound would start to close in on its own.

Kayla had taken a deep breath while this was happening and gave a sinister grin to the warlock. She knew that she had the upper hand once again. For a few moments ago, she was reeling in pain from the intense ball of hellfire that had been thrown at her. Now, here she was, looking as if none of that had even happened, except for a little rip and tear on her own corset.

Was all of that really for nothing? Aryanna cursed under her breath. She took a step back, knowing that Kayla was going to step forward and end the fight soon enough. “Oh, come on, now…” the vampire taunted while twirling her blade. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want such colorful terms to be your last words. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the chance to think of something a little more creative.” She now rested the blade on her shoulder, the other hand resting on her hips as she was waiting patiently. “Think of it as a final gift, for helping me take down the Roaring Banner. You were all very helpful in that regard…”

Aryanna paused for a moment, considering all of the spells that she could still use. But she realized that there was none that were enough to buy her enough time to get to Pil and Breonna. Even the ones that would do significant damage would not be enough, as Kayla had already demonstrated.

Mentioning the Roaring Banner brought back a very specific memory from their final fight. She thought about when Ancal was cornered. Kayla had not seen this happen as she was too busy dealing with Nayola on her own. But the leader of the Roaring Banner had contacted his own patron. He had made the deal with his patron, offering his own souls so that his brother would survive the fight. A soul for another soul. It had to be a significant sacrifice.

Aryanna just glared at Kayla, and she knew what she was about to do. She crossed her arms and started chanting. She was chanting in the language of the Nine Hells, the language of the devils. Kayla paused as soon as she heard the chanting.

But soon enough, the vampire started to break out into laughter. “You…you know the red man?” she shook her head in disbelief. “And you know the language he speaks?” she started making her way over, pointing her blade at the warlock. “What do you think he’s going to do about this? Do you really think he cares, at all? What could you possibly offer-“ she stopped herself. Then she turned around and looked over at the fighter and the wizard who were unconscious on the ground still. She started chuckling once again. “Oh, you are one heartless bitch…” Kayla started clicking her tongue in mock disapproval. “All of that talk about being better. Yet here you are, deep down when it becomes your moment, you go back on your morals, and you do this.”

“You have no idea what I’m about to do…” Aryanna stopped her chanting. Now, at this point, she was simply waiting.

“I don’t?” Kayla scoffed. “Because it looks to me like you’re going to offer the two of them up to save your own skin. How well am I doing?”

“You couldn’t be further off…” Aryanna smiled sadly. This caused the vampire to raise an eyebrow in confusion. There was no way, the warlock had to be bluffing. This had to be what she was doing.

“Then what are you contacting the red man for?” Kayla shook her head in disbelief.

“You might want to learn what he goes by if you’re going to work for him.” Aryanna sighed. “He isn’t just called the red man. He is known as the Lord of Lies.”

At this point, time had come to a complete stop, all except for the fire that was still raging in the room. That somehow burned even brighter and got even more intense. Somehow, Aryanna was still able to move around and see all of this happening. But when she turned around, she could see that everyone else in the room was frozen in time, Kayla with her sinister grin, Breonna and Pil on the ground, the blood stopped leaking out of them.

The fire erupted once more, causing the warlock to turn around. It was reaching the ceiling at this point, and out from the wall of fire emerged a red clawed hand, followed by the sleeve of royal red bejeweled robes. A tall red man, almost as tall as the wall of fire itself came out of the flame, his curved horns were the most noticeable trait.

Despite having made a pact with the lord of the Nine Hells, Aryanna still did not know that much about him. As it was with a creature of his nature, it would not do for others, especially mortals, to know his secrets. But despite that, the warlock still knew that the creature she was interacting with was older than time itself, just like the other entity.

The red entity looked down at the half elf and gave a faint smile. Despite his best attempt at trying to make himself look like a friend, an ally even, it was easy to see through that façade. This being had nothing but sinister intentions. He soon gave up on trying to appear friendly, and merely shook his head in disappointment at the scene before him. “I gave both of you mortals my gifts and like always, this is how you use them…” he sighed.

“Can we make this quick?” Aryanna pleaded as she crossed her arms. “It’s been rough lately…”

“That was always going to be the plan.” Asmodeus took a step closer to observe his other worker. “You know how busy I am as it is?” he shrugged. “Of course, not…” he opened his hand, and soon enough fire erupted from the palm of his hand, and it went out just as quickly. Only where there was nothing before, now there was a large red ledger sitting in his hand. “So, you already pledged your services to me back when you were a child…” he muttered as he scrolled through the pages. “I am curious, what is your offer this time? What else can you give me and what were you even hoping to bargain for anyway?”

“It’s simple…” Aryanna merely pointed at the fighter and the wizard laying down on the ground. The Lord of the Nine Hells turned and smirked before looking back at the half elf.

“You know what’s funny?” the archdevil chuckled to himself. “Even cornered like this, you still have a choice.” He pointed at Kayla. “But why would I want to make this deal? If she kills all of you, all of your souls go to me.”

“Those souls matter much more to me than they ever will to you.” Aryanna sighed. “I understand how easy it would be. But I have done everything you ever told me to, you can’t say that I haven’t. No matter how cruel, how gruesome the task was, I did it to the letter. I’ll continue to be useful to you, so long as you let them go…”

Asmodeus leaned in closer to the warlock, ready to whisper in her ear, as if there were other people around who could be listening. “And if I say no?”

“Then you only get two souls for your nine Hells.” Aryanna shrugged. “At that point, my services in this life, and my use to you would be over. Pil is not as powerful as I am, and quite honestly, you won’t get much now. You can forget about getting Breonna’s soul. Even now, Kayla wouldn’t kill her, it’s obvious that once the fight is over, she’ll either charm the woman once again, or take it to the next step and turn her. Either way, Breonna would belong to Kayla, not you.” The warlock stepped back and looked at the archdevil in the eyes. “But if you do make this deal with me, I will still be of use to you, I just want you to let them go…”

“I will let one of them go…” Asmodeus responded with a shrug. “You have only one soul. Your one soul, to save one of their souls…”

“You’re really going to make me say it?” Aryanna huffed and crossed her arms once again, but this pouting only amused the Lord of Lies. “Let Pil go, let him survive. Then the deal is done…” The archdevil held out his hand and Aryanna shook it. Right away, the warlock could feel a burning sensation, smoke emerging out from the palms of their hands, before he finally let the woman go.

“A deal’s a deal…” Asmodeus simply muttered, the ledger was open, and Aryanna could easily see her own contract in there. She could see the text within her contract start to change, and with that, the archdevil closed the ledger. In one moment, he was there, and then the next, he was gone. The moment he had disappeared, the time stop spell had dissipated and Kayla was able to move once more.

The flames of the raging fire in the room immediately started to move on its own and put up a wall between Pil and everyone else in the room. Kayla wanted to try and stop it, but she hesitated and instead faced the warlock. The flames ended up surrounding her so she couldn’t go anywhere. “What did you do?” the vampire hissed.

“I think you already know…” Aryanna muttered low. As if by some miracle, the wounds on Pil’s body began to close, and he found the strength to regain consciousness.

There was an audible grunt as he slowly got up from the ground and he rubbed his eyes, he looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. He could hardly see the three women past the tall flames. “Aryanna!” he called out.

“Pil…” she muttered, and he looked to her. Tears were already running down her cheeks, as she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing him stand up once more.

“We have to get out of here.” Pil stammered as he looked for his belongings, he realized they were gone. He surmised that they had to have been consumed by the fire.

“Pil…” Aryanna shook her head. “You’re the one who should be going…don’t wait for us…”

“What are you talking about?” Pil’s lips started quivering. “You’re coming too, right? We have to get out of here. This is too much; we have to bring more people back here. We have to put a stop to her.”

“That’s not going to happen, Pil…” Aryanna shrugged sadly. “Who would come back here? Where are you going? Back to Loudwater? They would never follow you back here, not after all of this.”

“Nowhere without you.” The wizard shook his head. “I refuse.”

“That wasn’t the deal Pil…” Aryanna shook her head. “Please, Pil…just go…I only had enough to save one of us and you were it…”

“But-“ Pil wanted to protest, but the warlock cut him off.

“Pil, I wanted to thank you.” The half elf wiped away her tears. “I’ve done things…horrible things in service to our patron. I hated myself for a long time, for letting myself stoop so low. But despite all of that, you didn’t care.” She smiled sadly. “You were still there for me. You looked past everything and treated me like no one else ever did before. You showed me that no matter how deep I go, that I can still do good. That I can still find my place…so please Pil…do this for me…”

Pil had stopped arguing at this point. He fought through the tears, trying to get one last look at her. Though the tears still ran down his cheeks. His shoulders were quaking up and down with each passing moment. His fists were clenched tightly, to the point where he was starting to draw blood.

“Take care of yourself…” Aryanna took a step back. “Don’t forget to eat just because I’m not there to remind you. Drink as much water as possible, I know how you love your liquor. Take care of yourself…live your life Pil…and live it well. I know you were dealt a bad hand from the start, but please…take care of yourself…for me…that is my one and only request to you…live…for me…”

“Aryanna…” was all Pil could get out, his voice was hoarse and quaked with every breath. He couldn’t even hide it anymore, he dropped to his knees, hiding his face in his own hands.

“Goodbye Pil…” Aryanna wanted to reach through the fire and give him one last hug. It took all of her strength to fight that urge. “Thank you for everything…I love you…”

“I love you too…” Pil shook his head and wiped away his tears, getting one last look at her before turning around. His back facing her, and he was slowly making his way to the exit. With the elven ruins, five of the Greyhawks made their way inside.

By the next day, only one of them emerged out of the lair. The wizard squinted his eyes and used his sleeve to bring the shade down over his face as he was the only one who was able to see the sun once again.

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So this is the penultimate chapter of the project, I just want to make that clear at this point if you made it this far. If you have made it this far, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for getting this far into the series. I want to thank you for your interest, and I want to thank you for your patience, this project was years in the making. I'll have another announcement when I post the final chapter. Until then, thank you, I hope you enjoyed my project.

#dnd #dnd shenanigans #DnD 5e #dnd oc #dnd fic #goddamnitPil

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Hello there, I hope you're having a good day/night! I have been really hooked on your writing recently ever since I read the first part of the billy hargrove x tutor reader one.

I don't really see any of these, but if you're up to it,

May I ask for a billy x step sister sister (Max's sister, and close to Max's age as well) where he treats her the same as max, but y/n gets possessed by the mind flayer instead of billy, but she survives somehow, but gets hurt during the fight, And billy feels bad for being so mean to her and tries to treat her and max better, thank you.

I am a sucker for these types of fanfiction, I eat these up lmao😂. You don't have to if you don't want to, but thank you for taking the time to read this❤ And sorry if this is confusing I don't word things right😔

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!stepsister!reader x max

genre: angst, fluff, violence and mentions of injuries

summary: your stepbrother helps save you from the mind flayer

A/N: let me know your thoughts! ❤️

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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Billy rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance. He should be at home now but instead, he catches his stepsister and her friends breaking in the community pool. His eyes filled with anger and his fists clenched as he approaches them, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he hears a scream from the sauna. “Who the fuck is that?” he says pushing the kids away, he notices the door is locked with chains and he sees you vigorously sweating and panting through the small glass. “What are you doing? Why is that brat in there?” he puts is hands on his hips and turns around to face Max and her friends.

“Billy look, it’s hard to explain and you won’t believe me anyways but just go home. I promise we’ll clean up after - we won’t get you in trouble” Max says pulling him away from the door. Billy gets out of her grasp, “fine. But if you break anything inside or whatever, you and Y/N are-”

“P-please let me out!, I didn't do those. I-I swear!” you cry out, cutting him off. Billy approaches the sauna and peaks through the glass window once more, Max follows and looks at you in worry. “Y/N? w-what are you talking about?” she calls out “I’ve done really really bad things. Someone, something’s making me do it, I-I can’t control it. It’s always with me I can’t get rid off it! God I-I’m so scared” you say trembling, tears streaming down your face - you’re trying to fight back as you could feel it taking over you again.

“O-okay Y/N, relax okay? I believe you, we’ll find a way” Max reassures. You nod and try to calm yourself down, but it’s too strong. Your hands drop on the floor and you start panting again. Will suddenly feels a familiar chill on the back of his neck, he puts his hand on it and his heart starts beating fast, “the mind flayer’s taking over” he warns. Max pulls Billy as they all walk back, he has no idea what he’s doing and why he’s tolerating the annoying weirdos with him - he can’t even let out a single word. The lights start flickering making them scared, Billy sees your figure - black veins starting to appear on you.

Your fist hits the glass and reach for the door - you couldn't control it anymore, it’s like it dragged you out of your mind and trapped you on a seat as you watch yourself do horrible things to innocent people through a TV screen. You manage to break the chains and open the door, “I’m gonna fucking gut you!” you growl. You go towards Max but before you could lay your hands on her, you were already off the floor.

Billy drags Max who’s crying away and sees one of her friends, El approaching you with her hand out and nose bleeding. It seemed like she was the one trying to stop you from attacking the redhead, her fingers then tightens and push her hand farther - pushing your body away causing the wall to break down. You quickly stand up and head out, the mind flayer ordering you to go back to Steel Works.

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In the Wheeler’s basement, Billy takes the last sip of his drink as Max finishes explaining everything. Billy rests his forehead on his palm and try to process what she just said, that probably explains why she’s acting so different lately he thought. He was doubting it at first but when Mike said that Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper knows and actually believes these things, he had no choice but to trust them - you were just flying off the ground moments ago.

“Is this why Y/N’s been showering with a bunch of ice lately?” he asks.”Yes, it-it likes it cold” Will replies.

“That’s why we tried putting her in the sauna, because the last time the mind flayer got out off me ‘cause my mom put a bunch of heaters around me - forcing it out” he adds.

Billy looks over El who’s blindfolded and seated in front of the radio. “What’s she doing?” he points at her. “Looking for Y/N” El responds.

After a few moments, El gasps and takes the blindfold off - catching her breath.

“She’s headed to the mall”

・°☆

After managing to get El, you drag her towards the mind flayer. You let go of El, dropping on your knees and scream in pain as you felt something hot piercing through your skin, you look up and see fireworks being thrown at the creature.

“Stay here” Billy instructs Max and run towards you.

“No no no no Billy!”

He rushes to you and gently lays his hand on your shoulders and kneels in front of you. His eyes starts to get teary as he sees you cry in pain and wounds starting to form on your skin. He shakes your body and attempt to bring you back but it wasn't working.

“Y/N I know you’re in there, p-please! It’s me, your brother, Billy!” he desperately calls out.

Your body suddenly stopped reacting with the creature, you’re trying to come back. Billy notices the change in your behavior and cups your cheek - tears now falling, “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry for how I treated you and Max”. He sniffs and looks at your eyes, “remember when we were younger, you always asked me to teach you how to surf? I promise I’ll teach you this time, we’ll go to the beach. A-and we’ll go to wherever you and Max want”

Max runs to the both of you. You stay silent for a while when all of the sudden, you place your hand on top of his and on Max’s thigh with the other. “Max? Billy? I-I’m here, I’m finally here!” you say. Max sighs in relief and Billy brings you both into a tight hug, his tears still wouldn't stop.

・°☆

Billy and Max helps you out of the mall and settles you down as the paramedics attend to your wounds. You look at Billy who’s hand is protectively over Max’s shoulder, “did you really mean it? what you said back there?” you ask.

“Of course I do. I’ll make it up to the both of you, I promise”

・°☆

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stayb3sidestraykids · 2 years ago

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All Because A Bite - part 1

Lee know x Female reader

warning(s): cursing, vampires, mention of blood, kidnapping

(this is a work of fiction! this in no way represents Lee Minho as a person or stray kids as a whole)

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It all happened so fast. Your daily-night stroll down the street of your neighborhood, turned into a nightmare. There was one muscular hand, wrapping around your throat forcing the air out you. And the other over your mouth. You breathing in whatever was on the washcloth. Whatever it was. It was making you dizzy. And so nauseous, that you blacked out. You thought back, two weeks ago, you were attacked in a alleyway. And out of all the things the man behind it could’ve done, he bit you. And now this? Someone possibly kidnapping you?

And that, was the last thing you remembered.

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You woke up at the feeling of something on your left knee. Something warm. It almost felt like a hand.

But that wasn’t what you were worried about. You were worried about where you were. As your vision slowly came back to you, you took in your surroundings. Feeling a hint of relief when you realized you were in a bedroom. Which was surprisingly neat, and will-put together. The room was mostly gray, and dark blue.

You slowly became aware of yourself and the fact you were just kidnapped. You slowly sat up, flinching at the sight in front of you. There was a man sitting on the edge of the bed. A good-looking man. He had on a black t-shirt, and black ripped jeans. He was very handsome, but his expression was unreadable. He also had his hand resting on your knee.

He surely didn’t look like the type to kidnap. You could feel your body start to sweat, and your heart began to pound. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words failed to come. So he beat you to it.

“Hi.” Seeing you arise, his eyes lit up. Like he had been sitting here waiting for you to. You were confused and a little scared. But you decided to answer him. “Who are you?” was all you could get out, though you wanted to say much more. You wanted to curse at him and yell at him for kidnapping you, but the look in his eyes took you back. You moved your leg away, forcing his hand off your knee as you were still confused and a bit lightheaded.

He mumbled a small ‘sorry’ before he spoke again,

“I’m Minho. But, I prefer people call me Lee know. I’m sorry I kidnapped you. Truly. But I did it to protect you.” He spoke, wearing a small smile this time. You raised a eyebrow, feeling more confused than ever.

“Protect me? What? From what?” You felt a wave of nervousness wash over you. You felt like you could throw up. And your heart threatening to burst from your rib cage wasn’t helping. He must’ve felt your nervousness, as he gently tapped your leg twice.

“You’re one of us. I don’t know how it happened, but you are.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if he wasn’t speaking nonsense and expecting you to take it well.

“One of what- can I go home?” You could care less about him or whatever nonsense he was talking about, you just wanted to go home. He was starting to creep you out. “Your a vampire.” He blurted, his expression fell dark and he started to look intimidating. His words rang in your ears for a while. Of course you’ve heard about vampires. Your dad and a few of his friends are professional vampire hunters. And the small town you lived in, could never stop talking about them. They even made a place where you could go to talk about offing all vampires. But you never thought you’d be one.

“It can’t be.” You shook your head, not wanting to believe it.

“Yeah. I sensed you, that’s why I brought you here,” he sat up, looking into your eyes as he continued.

“I was out trying to hunt an animal down for blood as usual, but I sensed someone like me. And that led me to innocent you. Consider this your home now. You won’t survive alone, I’m doing you a favor by letting you stay here. We can get you clothes and other things tomorrow. But, I’m doing you a big one, if I didn’t take you in, you’d probably be took in and become someone’s rat, or worse, killed.”

“Oh yeah, thanks for kidnapping me.” You let out sarcastically, getting a laugh out of the boy.

“Do you know who bit you? Did you see their face?” His expression turned concerned, and almost worried as he tilted his head. Waiting for your response.

You sighed, remembering that night like it was yesterday. It scared you to talk about it, but it was probably important information Lee know could work with. You let out a huff of air before speaking, quickly glancing over at the boy to make sure he was listening. He looked so engaged, his hand held up his head as he watched you. You looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up. “It was dark so I could barley see him, but he had brown hair, and looked like… a squirrel? I don’t know. It just happened really fast. And it still scares me.”

Lee know slowly nodded his head, taking the information in. “Okay.” He only mumbled. And the room fell silent. He looked around the room as if he was thinking off something. And as much as you wanted to ask what was on his mind, your stomach began to growl. Louder and louder until it got hard to ignore. You didn’t want to ask a man you just met to make you a meal, but that was all you could do.

“I’m sorry but, I’m really hungry.” You broke the silence.

“I figured. Come on.”

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“Really?” You questioned, eyeing the instant noodles heating up for you in his microwave.

He turned around, staring at you like you were crazy. “You can starve for all I care. At least it’s something.” He swung open the microwave. Taking out the cup of noodles and adding sauces and chopsticks. Turning to you and handing you the cup of deliciousness.

“I mean, you’d think vampires have fancy meals. Like, in movies.” He laughed at your nonsense, shooing you away from the kitchen and into a chair.

“Movies are just movies, now eat.” He informed, pushing you further to the table so you could eat comfortably. You groaned in defeat. You lifted the noddles up to your lips. Slowly blowing on them before taking them in your mouth. The flavor instantly surrounded your entire mouth. To your surprise, it was really good. “What are you gonna eat?”

“I’m fine. You focusing on eating. Then, get some rest. It’s like, one in the morning. There’s three bedrooms in here. Mine is the very last one.”

As he stopped talking it hit you again. The fact that you were a vampire and now staying with this man. It was weird. “Oh yeah, I do stay with you now. How do I know you won’t kill me or something in my sleep?”

“You think someone who wants to kill you would make you food? Or care about you?” You shrugged. Taking another bite of his amazing creation. “How come you decide if I live here or not? What if I had a family back home.”

“You live alone, y/n. And like I said, living with me you’ll survive. Your a newbie in this vampire world.” He rolled his eyes, taking the seat next to you.

“How do you know I live alone?” You stopped chewing. This time it was you staring at him like he was crazy. He shrugged, eyes running away from your gaze. Which made you even more curious.

“I didn’t say when I sensed you. Now please, shut up and eat.”

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It was definitely gonna take a while to process the whole thing. From living with him, to being a vampire. It was definitely gonna be strange for a while. But soon, you’d get used to it. Well, you hoped.

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sugarylawliet · 4 years ago

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no good for me (light yagami x reader)

i’m back lol

> warnings: smut, degradation, spit kink, inappropriate use of the death note, VERY toxic relationship, song fic kinda, lyrics are in bold and italics, based off of diet mountain dew by lana del ray

> tag list: @ygm1slt @cradiot28

❛ you’re no good for me, baby you’re no good for me ❜

Nothing on this earth scared you more than the man you were about to see; the pretty boy brunette flaunting good grades and a picturesque family life whose facade of ambitious, respectful young man was a mask almost no one could see through. Some people felt dread at the thought of spiders or snakes, felt fear in their stomach imagining the paranormal, shadow ghosts or criminal stalkers invading their comfort zones. None of these perfectly rational fears scared you the way Light Yagami scared you. There was no fear to be had at the thought of something undesirable creeping its way into your privacy or comfort zone, because Light had manipulated his way into your comfort and trust long ago. He was scarier than a murderer ready to kill at an urge’s call, his blood lust hid in shadows behind his golden boy facade, his words were tools and his touches were negotiations. You couldn’t trust a single thing that came from his mouth, you often questioned your own sanity. Light Yagami had a terrifying grip on you, and it was exactly what he wanted.

Your eyes scan over the text Light had sent you for the millionth time, the words almost ingrained in your head at this point.

Come to my house. We need to talk.

You were sure he kept his words vague on purpose, yet another tactic to keep you at his disposal out of pure fear. You weren’t exactly sure if you loved Light anymore; what was your definition of love at this point? You loved him, yes, but was it out of obligation? Was it survival instinct?

It was true, in the beginning you had loved Light purely and truly. You believed his ambition was justice, to make the world a better and safer place for you. But as time went on, “Kira doesn’t kill innocents” began racking up more and more exceptions, and as the twisted justifications spilled from his mouth, so did the gaslighting. Over and over, his sweet words convinced you to keep coming back. His empty promises were a drug and you were addicted.

His text, you were sure, was a reference to this fizzling out of your love for him. He could sense it, and surely he must have found out you were planning on leaving. You weren’t planning on revealing that he’s Kira- that would cause more commotion you were not interested in being a part of- no, you simply wanted to move states, get away and forget about Light Yagami, forget about Kira and Ryuzaki and Ryuk and everything that has overtaken your life. However, if he did find out your plans to skip town, you may just have to reveal that he’s Kira for safety measures.

❛ you’re no good for me, but baby i want you ❜

Hestiently, you opened the door you had been staring at blankly for what felt like hours. Light had been staying in an upscale hotel during the investigation, so maybe the other tenants could hear you if you screamed for help; the overdramatic thought brought you comfort.

You walk in the room, closing the door behind you. You’re met with the sight of Light’s back as he sits in the rolling chair across the room. In the absence of any words, without even seeing his face, you know he’s mad. Every slight change of Light’s emotions could strangle a whole room by tension alone; his aura manipulated the feeling in the air, which served as a helpful alarm to know when he is upset. And man, is he upset.

You open your mouth to greet him, but he cuts you off, spinning around in his chair to face you, “Don’t talk.” You nod and close your mouth. Why do you even listen to what he says?

“I knew I couldn’t trust you. From the very beginning I knew you would run that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you’re planning on leaving. And then what? Telling the first news outlet you see that I’m Kira?”

“No Light,”

“I said don’t talk.” He stands up from his chair, “If you tell everyone, you’ll also have to tell on yourself. Imagine what everyone would think of you if they knew...You knew I was Kira and you still dated me, you defended me, you kept my secret, you even got on your knees for me. Are you gonna tell that to the media? That you let Kira fuck you?”

You purse your lips, restraining yourself from talking back. You knew it would only make things worse, but you couldn’t stand the way he talked down on you and expected you to take it.

“Come here.” He motioned to his desk and you followed, sitting on his lap per his instruction. He placed the death note open on the desk, handing you the pen. With one hand gripping yours and the other on your hip, he began to guide your hand, the pen spilling out the first letter of your name on the pages.

❛ do you think we’ll be in love forever? ❜

“N-No, Light, you can’t do this, please.” You begged, your heart rate quickening as you realize what he was doing. It can’t end like this, it just can’t.

“Shhh, just write. That’s it, baby. This is what bad girls get, you see?” His death grip tightened on your hand as he spelled out your name, the last letters leering closer and closer before you could register the implications of what he was doing. This was it, this was really it.

Light lets his free hand wander up to your jawline, pulling your face closer to yours and enveloping you in a kiss as he wrote the last letter of your name. You shake your head with a whine, however he disregards your concerns and runs his hand on your upper thigh.

“What’s the matter, Y/n? Don’t wanna spend your last moments with me?~” His nose kisses your neck, and the soft, sensual gestures almost make you forget your life was quite literally slipping away at every second that ticked by. 40 seconds. You had 40 seconds to do something.

You jump off of Light’s lap, reality rushing to your lungs as you felt your world closing in. Your pants become heavier, harsh air ripping through your throat as if they were the last breaths you would ever take because, well- they were.

Your head felt buzzing and dizzy as you fell to your knees, crawling towards Light who had spun around in his chair so his back was facing you; completely apathetic. After all you’ve been through together, after all you’ve done for him, nothing. Nothing at all.

You crawl closer, grasping towards the notebook Light held in his hands, your weakness limiting your reach as anxiety stole your clearness of mind. He only chuckles at your meek attempts to save your own life. Your head was racing as your nervousness blacked out everything in the room except for the little black notebook your boyfriend had a death grip on; ‘I’m running out of time, I’m going to die, I need the death note, I need to cross my name out, I need it I need it I need it I-’

“Goodbye, Y/N. You were fun to play with for a while.” Light kisses your nose with an arrogant smirk, peeling your hands off from his lap and wrists before checking his watch, signaling your last few seconds.

You quit your pitiful attempts to grab the notebook and instead push yourself further and further away from Light until your back hit the wall, lacing your fingers tightly in your hair as you cried your last moments away.

“5, 4, 3 2...” Light spoke.

“No no no no no, please god,” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pangs you would soon feel in your chest.

“1...”

And

Nothing.

You breathe. You let the air flood your lungs; it shouldn’t be possible. You dare to open your eyes, revealing the same scene. You, pathetically on the floor with tears down your face, Light before you in his chair with his head thrown back in a maniacal laugh.

He tossed the death note down to you, like a dog being thrown a bone. You frantically grab it and flip to the newest page, your name scratched out with two thick lines.

You were alive- no, he let you live.

❛ hit me my darling tonight, i don’t know why but i like it

“Well?” Light asks expectingly, standing up from his chair and kicking it to the side of the room. You look up at him questioningly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as tears still brimmed your eyes from the just-curved anxiety attack.

“No ‘thank you’? I spared your life even after you betrayed me- lied to me. You’re so ungrateful.”

“I, I-” You found it difficult to shape your words with your hitching breath. You inhale deeply, eyes closed, calming down, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Light.”

Why were you even apologizing?

“I’m so sorry, please, just take me back. I’m sorry.” The words spilled from your mouth so quickly simply because they felt right. You needed to apologize, you did wrong, you need to be good. You wanted him back more than anything so you can be good.

❛ scary, my god, you’re divine ❜

“That’s right,” Light smiled, his voice softening unnaturally, “Now, how about you come over here and show me just how sorry you are.”

You hesitate for a second before crawling over to him. You sit obediently with your legs beneath your thighs on the floor in front of him.

“Mm, that’s my babygirl.” He pets your head affectionately, coherencing a smile from you. Despite everything he’s done, he always knew how to reel you back in. You needed the approval. You needed his approval.

You look up at him with puppydog eyes, to which he cocks his head to the side. “You know what I want.”

Nodding, you slowly unzipper his khaki pants and pull out his cock. You run your hand up and down, pumping it slowly.

“Don’t be a fucking tease” Light scoffs, raking his fingers through your hair and forcing your mouth down onto him. That sweet, caring demeanor was gone in barley a second- of course it was. What were you expecting? It was a thinly veiled facade and you fell for it everytime without exception.

Light groans, pushing your head further onto him as you try not to gag. You feel the tip of him hit the back of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth faster. “God, Y/N, you take my cock so well. Hah, if only the media could see you now. Poor little Y/N wants to run away from big bad Kira, meanwhile here she is on her knees for him, sucking him off like the dirty slut she is.”

He lets out a deep sigh before pulling out of your mouth. “Be useful for once and get on the bed.” He commands, bringing you to your feet with his strong grip on your hair and pushing you in the direction of the bed. You obey, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for his next instruction.

Light slinks over to you, standing over your figure as his delicate fingers dance up your inner thigh. He takes off your skirt and slowly rubs your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“Mmm, Light, more...” You buck your hips up to meet his touch, his movements were agonizingly slow and you needed more friction.

“More?” At once he removes his hand from between your legs and grabs your face, your jaw in between the tight hold of his thumb and forefingers. “You want more, huh? You don’t get to make demands of me. You really think i’m gonna give you what you want after that stunt you pulled? Hah, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

You let out a whine, bucking your hips again asking to be touched.

“Aww, poor baby...” Light cooed, “Open up.” You obeyed, opening your mouth before Light brought your face closer to his, spitting in your mouth. “Now swallow.”

You do, earning a smirk from Light. “Mm, good girl. Good girls get rewarded.”

He pulls your panties aside before dipping two slender fingers inside you; wasting no time, he pumps them in and out frantically.

“Oh god Light, fuck,”

“You’re so wet for me Y/N, you like this, don’t you? I knew you would, such a dirty whore. You like when I treat you like this? You like being treated for the slut you are? God, you probably got wet when I almost killed you. It makes me hard, having you under my thumb like this, under my control...”

“Fuck Light, it feels so good, I’m close...”

Quickly, he removes his fingers from you once again, earning a cry from you at the loss of heat. “Please Light, I need you so bad,” You beg.

“What did I say? You’re still not forgiven for that stunt you pulled. Don’t whine.” He wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you down onto your back.

He fully pulls his boxers down, aligning himself with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please light, god, I need it so badly. I want you.”

“Hmm, yeah? You’re so desperate for my cock? I’m not convinced.”

“Please, Light, I’ll never be bad again, I’ll never mess up again. I need your cock so badly, I need you to use me. Do anything you want.”

“Mm, that’s more like it,” Light remarks before pushing into you, earning a loud moan. HIs thrusts were slow, no doubt teasing you.

“Oh, Light, please, faster...”

“More demands? God, you’re such a needy slut. Fine.” His grip on your throat tightens, pushing you further into the bed as he snaps his hips into you without mercy. His pace is relentless, quickly finding your g-spot.

“Fuck, Light. It... it feels- fuck,”

“Hah, stupid slut, what’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue? Or is it me fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, can’t form sentences?”

His words only egg on your approaching orgasam, “Hmmph, it- it feels so good. I’m gonna...”

With that, Light pulls you up slightly by your neck before slamming you roughly back into the bed, thrusting into you with speed. “Cum, show me how sorry you are.”

You obey, releasing with a loud moan of his name. He finishes soon after, roughly letting go of your throat. “Clean yourself up. You look like a fucking mess.”

You slip your panties and skirt back on as Light sits apathetically at his desk, his focus buried in paperwork. You heart skinks to your stomach.

Once you finish dressing, Light allows you to leave, informing you of the Kira case work he had to finish and opening the door for you.

“And Y/N,” He catches your attention before you step into the hallway of the hotel, “Let this be a lesson. Don’t ever try to leave me again. You’re mine.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you tenderly- but you weren’t stupid. You knew the motivation behind it, and let you still kissed his soft lips back and let yourself melt into him.

“Goodbye,” He remarks after pulling away, “Behave yourself.”. The door slams in your face.

You can still feel his cum dripping from your heat daring to spill out of your panties. The hallway was empty, allowing reality to rush to you at once. Your senses only seem clear when you were alone- with Light, you didn’t see with your own eyes or hear with your own ears.

You let your back touch the door of Light’s hotel room, slowly sliding down until you were sitting on the carpeted floor. Your life was broken pieces and you cut yourself picking up the glass shards, relishing in the fact that your boyfriend liked the way the blood looked on your pricked fingers.

❛ hurt me and tell me you’re mine, i don’t know why but i like it. ❜

#i did not proof read this lol sorry for mistakes #Light Yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami smut #toxic! light yagami #death note #death note smut #anime #death note x reader

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