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kolyubov · 11 months ago

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MR KRAAAAAABS I HAVE AN IDEAAA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️😇😇😇 plspls may i request a part 2 of reader faking her emotions, that reader x nikolai one shot yk 🦍🦍 bit unfortunately we get the bad ending ☹️☹️ she just snaps one day, grabs a rope and 😭 (i have a cinematic trauma since most of my favorite characters hanged themselves) (ily sayori<3)

Feel completely free to ignore this 🙏 and if ur accepting it take your time 😇🙏

tw suicide attempt. please, do not keep reading if this kind of content triggers you.

Nikolai with a reader who archives his goals. (p2? bad ending lmao)

✧ pairing: Nikolai Gogol x Fem!Reader

✧ word count: 1.3k

✧ contents: sfw, angst?, obsessive and controlling Nikolai, slight manipulation, reader is referred to as "princess" once. (if I missed anything, please tell me)

✧ author's note: idk if this is as good as the first one :(( spoiler: I didn't write the reader dying, close, but no,,, hope u still enjoy it either way<3 btw, you mean sayori from dokidoki, right? I never played dokidoki, but I like Monika…….🧎‍♀️ sayori seems nice though! she's cute 🫶

Nikolai has been very clingy after what happened— He was always near you, touching you; holding your hand, having an arm around your waist, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and rubbing circles on your skin, or hugging you from behind.

His hands needed to be on you, afraid that the second he's not watching, you'll disappear from his life.

When he's not physically there, your phone vibrates almost every five minutes with a message from him asking how are you doing, what class are in you right now, if you have eaten— Stuff like that.

There wasn't any second you could be alone, and it was becoming more and more overwhelming.

Of course, you understand that he's worried and that he doesn't want to lose you; but this is borderline obsessive, and as much as a part of you likes being taken care of, another part of you is afraid that this might get even worse.

He was trying to tie you with him; sinking you deeper into the darkness of the cage that was holding you back. The cage of your emotions.

You didn't know it, but he even has a location tracker that shows him on his phone exactly where you are— It eases his mind because what if, after knowing that there wasn’t a way out, you try to be free by other methods?

Nikolai knows you won't dare to kill him like he is was planning to do with Fyodor; There was no possible scenario in which you would stab him to death or poison his food. Plus, he could easily see through your intentions and it won't be easy to kill someone like him.

But you could hurt yourself.

If it wasn't him, then the only way to be free was by shutting down your whole system. By ending your life.

Of course, he was not going to let it happen. He's going to be watching your every move until he's sure you won't do something risky like that.

For now, he is taking good care of you.

“Whatcha doing? I'm about to go home. I want to make a quick stop to buy you snacks.”

You giggle on the other side of the phone and that's enough to make Nikolai excited. He wanted to be in your arms, smooching your face, feeling your warmth, hearing you laugh. God, his heart is beating too fast right now.

“I'm just… doing nothing.” You walk around the apartment as you speak with him, trying to sound excited.

“I miss you, baby. Can't wait to cuddle with you today…”

Ah, you hated how inevitably you felt warm and fuzzy inside.

“You love me, right, dove?”

Yes, you do. You love him so much that it's suffocating you. Nikolai is suffocating you. But you can't help but need more of him, his attention, his love, his touch. All of that awakens a bunch of emotions that you wish to get rid of so badly.

“Mhm… I do.” You whisper, and you can hear him giggle through the speaker.

“Wait for me, love.” He smooches the screen of his phone before ending the call, then, you throw your phone to the couch.

It seems like Nikolai didn't notice.

Suddenly, Tears rolled down your cheeks. You place your hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs as the crying intensifies to the point where your chest hurts and your knees buckle, making you fall to the floor. You curse under your breath for being so fragile.

God. Why this fucking feelings don't stop even before your last breath? Why do they only get worse? Love, anger, sadness, disgust. It's all so overwhelming that you're starting to feel dizzy and nauseous.

Slowly, you stand up, still trembling and with small steps you walk to your room, finding the rope you placed on the bed a few minutes ago before Nikolai called. A small breathy chuckle leaves your lips, but it sounds more like a broken whimper.

You stand before the bed, grabbing the rope with trembling hands, caressing the material— The image of Nikolai's face after he comes home, opening the door of the room to meet with your lifeless body, is stuck in your mind.

How his eyes would widen, how he would desperately pull you out of the rope and hold you in his arms, close to his chest as he cries and curses himself for not being able to do something to stop you. His knuckles would caress your cheeks while his tears fell to your face.

The thought of it hurts your heart.

A part of you wants to stay, to keep enjoying your time with him, however, the pit in your stomach was becoming unbearable.

You felt pity for Nikolai.

But you'll finally enjoy that freedom you wished so much, you'll finally get rid of these emotions that consume your very soul, you—

“Think you can escape me, huh?”

A deep voice tickles your ear, and the second you turn around you find Nikolai smiling, as if the sight in front of him was amusing. You instinctively take a step back, letting out a yelp as you fall to the bed.

“Darling, you know that is not the way to cope with your temporary problems.”

How did he get here so quickly when a few minutes ago you were on a call with him?

Right. Nikolai has his coat. Probably he ended up noticing your fake excitement and decided to go home to check on you first instead of going to a supermarket and buying you snacks.

He crawls to the bed, taking the rope from your hands and throwing it away.

“I told you, didn't I? You won't leave me.”

Nikolai's voice gets deeper as he speaks. He seizes your jaw a bit too harshly. Glaring down at you with a serious expression only to lean down and kiss your lips, then the tip of your nose, and finally your forehead.

“It hurts me… that you want to leave me so badly…” He snorts, looking away from you and biting his lower lip, holding back from something that you weren't exactly sure.

You look away as well, feeling ashamed, among many other emotions that curse your body right now.

What if Nikolai hates you now?

That was even worse— If the only human being that cares about you hates you, you wouldn't bear the pain that'll come along with that.

As your brain keeps creating possible scenarios that might happen after this incident, tears spill from your eyes down your cheeks and you hide your face with your hands; palms muffling the small sobs that escape your lips like before.

Suddenly, you feel a weight on top of you.

You peek through the gap of your fingers and meet with Nikolai’s face nuzzling against your chest; his nose tickling your collarbone. Large and strong arms that had carried you like a princess before, are now wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Don't leave me… I love you so much, please…” He whines against your skin, almost as if he wants to sink inside you and be enveloped in your embrace. “Please, dove, pleasepleaseplease…”

Another sob leaves your mouth— Nikolai's fingers clutch around your ribs, nails almost digging desperately into you.

Slowly, you slide your hands to his back, rubbing it in small circles as you keep crying against the top of his head, his white locks feel soft against your cheek.

Instead of comforting you, he was the one being comforted.

“You're not going anywhere, are you?” He looks up at you. It didn’t sound like a threat, but you knew it actually was.

You shook your head; it's not like you have an alternative.

Nikolai sighs, nuzzling back against you and closing his eyes. After noticing you stopped caressing his back, he nudges your side as an indication to keep doing it.

“…Dove, you’re mine… If anything, I should be the one to take your life away from you…” He mumbles, giggling as your breath hitches at his words.

You can't escape him anymore.

#nikolai x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #nikolai x you #bsd nikolai #bsd x you #bsd x reader #nikolai gogol bsd #nikolai gogol x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #nikolai.zip #requests.ᐟ #ᯓ★ messages from the stars ✧˖°.

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storyofmychoices · 2 months ago

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Bitten by Love ❤️

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow (Vampire AU) Word Count: ~500 Rating/Warnings: Teen, TW: blood / vampires

Synopsis: Vampire!Daenarya feeds on her favorite human.

This is a one-shot AU (at least for now). The art in the header is by @cashweasel and the full art can be seen here.

His gaze narrowed slightly, a knowing smile spreading on his lips. He knew that look.

Her eyes simmered, a need growing. Her tongue slipped through her closed lips, almost instinctively, her heightened senses drawing her nearer.

He loved that look. Some joked that looks could kill, but this one literally could, but he couldn't get enough. He loved her like this, on the verge of taking what she wanted. What she needed. Him.

His deft fingers raked through his dark hair, brushing the length back over his shoulder. His head dipped slightly to the left, better exposing his supple neck, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist.

She was there with impossible speed. "That's a dangerous look," she whispered against his skin. Her tongue dragged teasingly up his neck, tracing his delectable vein. Her efforts moved toward his lips, kissing him deeply, fully, reminding him who he belonged to.

Her fangs teased his lower lips as she released him. "I think you just may enjoy this more than I do."

Breathless, his gaze darkened, his pupils widening as he took her in. "And if I do?" His head fell further to the side. "Or maybe I just enjoy that look in your eyes when you meet mine, knowing what comes next."

"Careful," she warned. Her eyes burned darker, desperate yet disciplined, a fire burning that could consume the world but held safely, tempered by her love for him.

He laced his fingers with hers, his thumb brushed over her knuckles. "I trust you—"

Daenarya's lips traced a gentle path along his neck, kissing softly against his pulse point, which grew faster beneath her.

He inhaled sharply at her touch. "—Always."

She sank her fangs into his neck, savoring the soft cry that slipped from his lips. It had taken some time, but she had learned how to drink while causing him the least pain... unless it were a day when he wanted a bit more, but today, she was gentle. She hummed in grateful appreciation, lapping up the sweet and salty taste of his blood spilling just for her.

His eyes closed, allowing the rush that came from her feeding to overwhelm him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced and one he was happy to endure for her as long as he could. He gently squeezed her hand.

She returned the gesture, taking one last taste before pulling back. Her tongue danced up his neck, licking up every last drop. As she finished, she wrapped her arms around him, steadying him. "I've got you." She whispered, softly kissing up his neck and across his jaw. "What do you need?"

His lips pulled into a satisfied smile that matched her own. "Just this." Mal drew her lips back to his.

She would have honored any request, but this one, she was more than happy to oblige. Her cool fingers brushed gently along the back of his neck as she kissed him again and again.

A/N: Thank you for giving this little indulgent piece a chance. I don't know why but I just love the idea of Vampire!Daenarya and Human!Mal. Eventually she'd turn him because she wouldn't want to live without him, but for now they're both enjoying the unique dynamic.

Not really edited or revised so please forgive any mistakes. ❤️

#mal volari #mal volari x mc #daenarya #blades of light and shadow #bolas #choices #playchoices #choices game #fan fiction #lovealexhunt #blades of light & shadow #mal volari x oc #storyofmychoices #blades fan fiction #november2024 #vampire AU #blades!Vampire #vampire!daenarya

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collegiateanimationfan · 5 months ago

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Trader Johann RTTE Season 3

WARNING: HUGE POST AHEAD!! MASSIVE spoilers for RTTE S3!

Hello Lovely People! About a year ago, I mentioned how my sister and I were working on a list of all of the references and head-canons that we had noticed regarding the Johann betrayal in the seasons and episodes leading up to the reveal, and I had posted wondering if anyone else would be interested in see that list. The response was overwhelming, and we set to it.

This was such a fun process, and we got to rewatch a huge portion of RTTE through working on this list. It has been such a labor of love, and I am so proud of it. HOWEVER

Here is our disclaimer. We do A LOT of inferring and connection of head cannon dots in this post. Therefore, please DO NOT fill any re-posts with anger or negativity if you strongly disagree with a head-canon that we have included in this list. We would love to discuss them, but please don’t simply repost “wrong” or anything else related if you don’t agree. We would love for these posts to be a place where the community can discuss the craziness that is Traitor Johann and not argue about who is “right” about one connection or head-canon or another. It is also highly likely that we missed something that disproves any details or head-cannons in a different episode or time, and if you notice that, please let us know! :)

Season 3 Notes:

Episode 1: The Enemy of My Enemy

Johann knows exactly what will draw in Hiccup, a dragon hunters’ ship might be the only type of ship he would even stop to investigate. It was also placed close enough to the Edge that anyone who was on patrol would have found it. The ship was obviously a trap.

Headcannon: Dagur never knew that Johann was involved, which is pretty much proven later. These men shown are not Viggo’s, and this is maybe the first time in the series where this is the case. The branding also could prove that these men are not even Johann’s but Krogan/Drago’s. I think there is a lot left to individual interpretation as to when and how Viggo, Krogan/Drago, and Johann came together to try and take down Hiccup with the King of Dragons.

Episode 4: Turn and Burn

(This is one of my favorite episodes because I am a huge fan of Snotlout, and this episode has a TON of Hiccup and Snot bonding) Nothing related to Johann though.

Episode 5: A Buffalord Soldier

Viggo admitted that he killed the people on the fishing boat to poison one of the riders. This is similar to the dragon hunters’ boat from episode 1. Placed just enough in the reaches of the Edge’s water space that one of the riders was guaranteed to find it. He also knew that Hiccup was capable of finding the dragon and he was not. Viggo’s respect for Hiccup was used over and over again to lead to benefit for Viggo.

“I knew where to get the supply, if I could only generate the demand.”

Viggo didn’t even know for certain that the dragon existed, but he knew that Hiccup would search for it until the end of the earth and there was a better chance than Viggo himself to find it. This is similar to how Johann uses Viggo and Hiccup to lead him to the King of Dragons. I also think that Viggo might have used the Scourge as a way to make his men search harder for the Buffalord, and when they couldn’t find it, tried to tap Hiccup’s brain – which worked for a short time.

“Supply and Demand” is also a phrase that Johann has routinely used in the show.

“That’s a loss I’m not willing to take.” Hiccup’s line to Viggo. I believe that this was what clued Viggo into Hiccup’s affection for Astrid, that he had romantic feelings for her that were deeper than even the extreme friendships that he had with the rest of the riders. Viggo had not previously known that and used it against him once he had the chance in S4E10.

Episode 7: To Heather or Not to Heather

There is a shot here that the dragon hunters were tipped off that the Riders would be aiding the Nadder migration by Johann. My sister and I believe that he was working totally in the shadows and pulling strings to try and create accidents or incidents for the Riders during this time, but never took bold actions because he was trying to maintain the relationships that he had built for as long as possible. I think there is a solid chance that this was one such planned incident.

Episode 8: Stryke Out

The man in charge of this ring hates Ryker, and is confident in his job enough to say that which means that he could be employed by someone who he believes would protect him even if that comment got back to Ryker. The island that Hiccup and Snotlout found was a trap, and a linkage island for traders to meet up, maybe even run secretly by Johann for his wares too.

“Tell me where they are!” is one of my favorite moments of the entire series. This is one of my favorite twin sub-plots of the series as well!

Episode 9: Tone Death

Mysterious dragon trader/hunter, who slips in and out and has amazing knowledge of how to get to place to place.... Could this be Johann? Or another one of his goons under specific orders? It is never really again mentioned, but the Death Song egg is certainly in the "rare and valuable" category that Johann flaunts.

The egg could have been planted as a trap for the Riders. The hunters tried to protect it for a time, but it was very easily abandoned over the threat of their own capture, something that is fairly uncommon in the rest of the series. “They want the egg? Give it to them.”

Episode 10: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Losing the quarry and the stronghold was not in Viggo’s plan, this was a time he underestimated the Riders, and led to a big loss. We think this could have been one of the first times that compounded Johann’s eventual decision to come out of his shadowed leadership and break his cover.

Episode 11: Family on the Edge

Hiccup: “Viggo doesn’t defend it because he thinks we don’t know about it.”

Dagur: “Hiccup, you’re too gullible. Why attack now...did the number of ships go up?”

Hiccup: “Well-”

Dagur: “Of COURSE IT DID. Because eight ships wasn’t enough to draw you in! Use your brain Hiccup!”

Viggo and Johann have a deep understanding of exactly what pushes Hiccups buttons, and Johann would have heard enough conversation to understand what the riders were comfortable taking on. I think a lot of people forget that this man was akin to a yak to the Berkians and the Riders. He was part of their community, and his personality was enough to equally make you forget that he was there, yet never forget him. That is part of his genius and mentioned in the reveal. Behaving as a “buffoonish fool” made him invisible in important conversations. They assumed he wasn’t listening or understanding but he was always doing both.

“That it was a trap. All along.” Excuse me while I sob over this episode again even though he lives.

Episode 12: Last Auction Heroes

The whole thing at the beginning was doubly staged if you can think through that irony. All three parties playing different “decieving” roles in order to maintain an image for another. It’s crazy to think how easily the riders were played here in Viggo and Johann’s perspective.

“Are you sure he is coming?” “Positive.” This could have been the first time Johann put Krogan and Viggo togehter to try and open them to the idea of working together to defeat Hiccup, or even be aware of each other on a deeper level. We know that Krogan and Viggo were enemies at one point, and this could have been the first show of trust for both of them to try and form a truce in the name of taking down the Riders, or finding the King of Dragons.

Johann is the one who convinced Hiccup to bring the gold, and it is never shown that anyone else displayed wealth, even though he told Hiccup that was the only way into the auction. This could have been the agreed upon way between Viggo and Johann that the rider in disguise could be pinpointed.

Episode 13: Defenders of the Wing Part 1

Terror-mail: Its a 50/50 that either Johann or Viggo came up with this strategy of the line where Viggo and Hiccup would “split” the archipelago. Either way Johann benefits.

Tag Gang:

@camille-the-space-ghost @valiantdust @autisticlittleman @little-bullheaded-shit @g4laxy-drag0n @idontknowreallywhy

#rtte #race to the edge #httyd #how to train your dragon #trader johann #traitor johann #httyd fandom #hiccup #dagur #astrid #toothless #httyd franchise #httyd series #httyd rtte #httyd headcanon #first of many #hang on for the ride guys #this project was so much fun #please be kind if we missed something

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notoriouslynoone · 6 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT-

I have come from the abyss to make a proposition.

We all know the ikemen series can get admittedly a little interchangeable with some of the thems and characters. Not that there all the same by any means, but you could most definitely switch up the cast without sacrificing too much plot, or atmosphere. So, a little worm crawled in brain a while back and refuses to die so...I guess I'll pass it along....

You might've seen the Villains/Prince card gotcha colab they did a month or more ago with Jude and Liam. It was relatively well received, yet I'm servierly disappointed this concept hasn't been played around with much in the respective fandoms.

So, since Cybird gave us some princely villains, I've come armed and prepared with the alternative.

"But the princes are all to sweet to become villains!" you cry.

Oh, ho, ho~ How wrong you would be.

The curses of the Crown members actually correspond with the personalities of the Rhodolite princes quiet nicely and we must remember that they fundamentally change how one naturally goes about their life. It's an entirely different mental strain that I think in the cases such as Leon's (whose self righteousness is glorified in its own right) could bring out some juicey aspects of their character we wouldn't otherwise see. (Honestly Leon was too perfect, I kept wondering when he was gonna go savage, nope...never did. I really want him to go all William on some evil...if that makes any sense.) Not to mention we'd go from the "we care because we're family" group dynamic, to the "well, shit i guess we're sorta family" dynamic. (Chevalier and Clavis being begrudging childhood friends working as business partners? Yes please!)

So we got (as I see it)-

A monarch-Leon

Fox- Nokto

Mirror- Clavis

Fairy- Chevalier

Huntsman- Jin

Throns- Luke

Sariel fulfills the role of the tall, dark, and dominating leader. (Not that Victor is...wait, nope, wedding event. Epilog)

The only issue I had was with Yves and Licht. They just don't fit, right? I mean honestly-oh, wait....

These curses change their holders more than any of the others. Really-would Elbert be a normally traumatized dude without his obsession with beauty? And Liam...

Well, that something else completely- but back to Yves.

My conflict regarding him came from the initial comparison I made between him and Liam. They’re nearly opposites when you think about it, or at least not the neat squeeze the others were logically beyond them both being cat-coded, until...

The fits.

This curse is particularly sinister due to them and it was when I began to think of the fits it all came together, ish...it's not like I've really flushed it out or anything.

Yves can't kill.

It's a horrific embarrassment for him as a member of the queen's secret army, of course, one the others make do to point out early in Emma's stay as fairytale keeper.

"We know how to cover eyes, just fine. Don't we Yves-ie boy?"

He grunts, pout twisting into a snarl. "I've never closed my eyes! I can stand it all just fine, thank you! I just like to have a little control over myself, unlike some people!"

"Aw, but what's the fun in that? Don't you ever want a taste of the 'darkness'," Calvis snickered, fingers quoting the air.

"I taste enough as it is, thank you."

"So you really haven't..killed? Her guts lurched, rejecting the abnormality of the sentence.

"What-of course I've killed! I'm apart of Crown! You saw us murder a man, remember?"

"It was mostly Leon," Licht flatly chimed.

Yves shot him a glare full of daggers. "The point is that I have-"

"Not on purpose." The room stopped, turning toward Nokto and his silver smirk. "It's why you joined, isn’t it? How’s it going by the way? Any trouble with the fits?"

Not everyone is rude about it. Actually, there's an overwhelming amount of support working in the background. They give him important, granted safe, missions that allow him to explore and exploit his curiosity without fear of cracking under the weight of it. Our princey boys would be a lot more resistant to their curses than our villain babes. In Yves case, he is so repressive he lives in fear of zooting out everyday for a whole different reason than Liam.

Liam's fits are connected to anxiety, grief, depression, guilt...

Well for Yves it's fear primarily. Don't get me wrong, there's self-loathing in there, but it's almost like a defense. So, due to events of the past that would be drawn out over the course of 18 chapters, he is terrified to kill, yet has and certainly will, but avoids doing so at all costs. (Which some of the others secretly respect him for. )

He takes it upon himself to survey Emma as fairytale keeper-to ensure her competence, NOT because the situation sucks and she must be so scared and everyone’s so scary-

Then of course it becomes exclusive, because he's safe and the missions are easy...

Until it's not.

He wants a challenge, something really plump to sink his teeth into. (Emma has really done a number on his confidence at this point.) They give it to him and it goes well, that is until one of the left over thugs, (which ever one tried to have a monolog, you know) grabs Emma when he's distracted. The situation turns, some of the dudes are up. They rough him around, threaten her, that sorta thing, then one pushes him down.

"You might as well go home kitty, you can't do shit to us."

He gets up, hand grazing the touch of metal at his side. It slips from its leather bed. He approaches the bastard tormenting Emma and plunges his knife between his neck and spine. One guy tries to get him by the shoulders; he turns and stabs him in the gut. The rest back away, he steps forward, both hands clinging to the now dripping blade-

And lunges.

Emma doesn't even have time to breathe.

(Does it look like Yves? Probably not, but for a 15 minute 2am pen-sketch it's okay. It's actually what inspired me to write this whole thing.)

He twirls around to face her, so, so happy and it takes everything not to scream. She smiles instead, moving towards his open arms, her own broadly spread.

"You did it!" Her body collapses against him, trembling. "That man, he-I...thank you."

Something dark passed through his gaze, then sank into the crook of her neck. "You're welcome..."

So yeah that's what I got. Cool, ay? Come on, it'd be fun....

Still unsure abut Licht, kinda feel like you might have to make up a curse for him. Big bad wolf or something...more or less to match Nokto. They are twins after all.

Welp thanks for reading if did!

Peace~

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moonlight0934 · 2 months ago

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Curled Up

Akutagawa curls up on his side, his eyes glassed over. He can’t even seem to lift his head at this point, mostly because of how heavy the collar around his neck is. It’s thick metal, and it’s the only thing his captors think is keeping Rashomon at bay. He can tell that he’s got an infection, but he can’t even tell which wound it’s originating from. All in all, he’s in a pretty poor state. A state that someone hasn’t gotten him into in a long time. Normally it takes a lot of skill to bring Akutagawa down, but not this time.

Mori hands Akutagawa a file. He takes his, his blank eyes scanning the first page immediately.

“You want me to let myself get captured? Why?”

“We need someone to get the information that’s specified inside that. Get it, then wait for the Black Lizard to pick you up. You’re not going to be able to get out by yourself, so your only job after getting captured is to discreetly get the information. That can be through word of mouth, or reading it. Whatever you need to do without getting caught doing it.”

“So, how do you want me to get captured?”

“Well, it needs to be realistic, so you should go into the gang’s territory. Pretend like you’re trying to capture one of their shipments of drugs, then let yourself be overwhelmed. Just make it believable.”

Akutagawa hums, flipping the file closed.

“Akutagawa, this is important. I don’t have to tell you what’s going to happen if you fail, or go off script, right?”

“No, sir. I already know. I’m going to talk to my team, and then I’ll head down there.”

Akutagawa opens his eyes, trying to reorient himself. It’s too hard though since there isn’t any light, and his internal clock got messed up after he’d been there for five days. So, he just curls tighter despite his screaming ribs, and the burning cuts all over his skin.

Maybe I should just break myself out. I don’t know what Mori meant when he said I wouldn’t be able to. There aren’t even that many people here anymore. I could definitely get out. I shouldn’t though. I can’t disobey, but why is it taking them so long to get here?

The heavy cell door swings open.

“Are you ready to talk yet?” the man standing in the doorway asks.

Akutagawa can’t tell which of his captors it is, because the fever is blurring his vision too much. So, he just closes his eyes again instead. The man walks over, and hauls Akutagawa to his feet.

“What, the Port Mafia can’t do any better than you? You ain’t put up a bit of resistance since you got here. What, you starting to like having a new master?” he asks, leaning uncomfortably close to Akutagawa’s ear. “Or is it because we took that stupid jacket of yours? Is that it? Can you not use your useless ability without it?”

Akutagawa tries to ignore him, which would be easy enough if he wasn’t so close to him. The proximity makes Akutagawa’s skin crawl. Before he can even contemplate the consequences of his actions, he uses his shirt to summon Rashomon. Then he slits the man’s throat, almost enough to decapitate him. He falls backwards, his head hitting the wall. He manages to bring his hands up enough to slightly cushion the blow, but his vision still spins.

He can hear footsteps pounding down the hallway. He pulls himself to his feet, and kills three of them before they start shooting at him. He’s able to avoid getting shot, but before he can do anything else, someone smashes something into the back of his head. He blacks out immediately. Everything sounds like it’s underwater when he wakes up. The lights are far too bright, and he squints his eyes closed. He barely even feels it when they shock him this time, but it still feels like an eternity before he’s thrown back into his cell. He’s only woken up by the sounds of gunshots.

What is that?

Gin slits the last man’s throat, and tosses him into the wall. Hirotsu surveys the room with a critical eye. Tachihara runs back in, drawing Gin’s attention.

“I found Akutagawa, but he tried to kill me as soon as I got close.”

Gin’s heart sinks.

“Well, he has been here for a long time,” Hirotsu says, making a face.

“How long has it actually been?” Tachihara asks.

“Almost two weeks. I’m surprised he’s still alive.”

“But how are we going to get him out of here? If he’s been tortured for that long, then is there any way to get through to him?” Tachihara asks.

“Stay here, and stay quiet,” Gin commands, then walks past them.

She heads the same way that Tachihara just came from. Akutagawa is curled in the corner of the cell. He has a thick metal collar around his neck, and shackles around his hands. He’s shirtless, and covered in blood. His breathing is labored, and he’s wheezing. Gin stops a few feet away.

“Ryuu, you need to wake up.”

Akutagawa’s bloodshot eyes peek open. Before his eyes can find her, he starts coughing. Blood leaks out of his mouth, but he doesn’t keep trying to cough anything up. Gin races over. She pulls Akutagawa across her lap, ignoring him flinching. Being in pain is better than not breathing. She starts pounding on his back between his shoulder blades.

He finally spits out the blood clots from his throat, and takes a raspy breath. His nails and eyelids are light blue. Gin picks the locks on the shackles, then scoops him up, hating how he doesn’t even respond. Tachihara and Hirotsu look surprised when she comes in with him, but immediately tell all the goons to get back to base.

“Tachihara, make sure everyone else gets back to base. Gin and I are going to get Akutagawa to a hospital,” Hirotsu says, waving Tachihara off.

Gin nods, and follows Hirotsu out to his car. She puts Akutagawa in the back, then climbs in beside him on the other side of the car. She turns him over onto his side, and starts working on getting the collar off. She only manages to get it off right before they reach the hospital. Once he’s been admitted, Gin turns to Hirotsu.

“I can believe this. When Mori sent us on that other mission, he said he was going to send a different team. Why would he do this?”

“I don’t know. It’s probably another one of his manipulation tactics.”

Gin frowns, folding her arms tightly across her chest. They don’t speak again, instead just waiting in silence.

#angstober 2024 #angstober #no.27 #curled up #bungou stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa gin #hirotsu ryuurou #angst #ambiguous ending #whump writing #writing challenge

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lowcosmic · 1 year ago

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LETS GO REQUESTS R OPEN!!! can u plz make a oneshot out of rantaro w/ this song :3

youtu.be/El0AfTkxfyM?si=RoGYqdzonyQUrUWl

-🌐

—— killshot .

— 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : you’re in love with rantaro amami , so much that you feel his simple presence isn’t enough and that your heart can’t take the overwhelming need anymore.

— 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff

— 𝙘𝙬 : none

— 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 : a songfic of the song killshot !! ahh this was so bad i’m sorry

Something chronic Bit demonic I been on the late shift All alone, staring at my phone

↳ you , as a part time worker with not many customers , decided to kill time by browsing on your phone. just as you were skimming through a certain classmate’s posts , that very person opened the door to come inside.

→ rantaro amami. your favored classmate and best friend. but you wouldn’t mind taking it further with him , he was that charismatic.

Sin and tonic Stupid promise Something like a death wish All alone, stare into my soul

→ “ ah , hey! i had some free time , so i decided to visit. ” he smiled softly , walking over to you.

→ “ at nine o’ clock? ha , how flattering. ” you offered a smile back. “ i’m practically starving , so … wanna eat? ”

→ rantaro chuckled and agreed , stating that was the other reason why he was here.

→ you both sat down at a booth , eating away and talking by bits and pieces. you met his eye a few times before your face heated up , causing you to look away. but he definitely saw , sending a few subtle flirtatious remarks and gestures to you.

→ he was going to be the death of you.

If I wanna stay alive You should never cross my mind Yeah I knew it I been through it

→ he was different from all the others you’d fallen for. he was caring. he was kind. and you’d be so distraught if anything were to happen to him. he occupied your thoughts , much like a schoolgirl crush.

→ it was obvious to everyone else that there was chemistry between you both. but did he notice? being the person he’s known as , he probably did. but he sure didn’t say anything about it.

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah I knew it I been through it

Oh god Can you make my heart stop Hit me with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious ( repeats again )

→ “ do … you mind if i sit next to you? it’ll be easier to talk … ” when he slid next to you after your consent , you found it harder to talk normally with him so close by. and it didn’t help that he kept brushing his hand against yours or staring so deeply at you.

→ you just wished he could kiss you already.

Stolen nectar Misadventure Something like a death kiss Growing cold, under your control

Knowing better Twisted pleasure Got me feeling breathless Growing cold, will you let me go?

→ “ oh , it’s getting late … ” you had muttered. rantaro simply put his hand over yours.

→ you curled your hand with his , savoring the contact. “ do you want me to go? ” he asked.

→ “ no , ” you simply replied , letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

→ “ it’s an … unconventional place to say this , but … ”

If I wanna stay alive You should never cross my mind Yeah I knew it I been through it

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah I knew it I been through it

→ your heart swelled with excitement , opening your ears fully to whatever he was about to say.

→ “ i like you. a lot. do you want to be my girlfriend? ” he finished. it was one of the few times where you’d seen something related to anxiety in his eyes.

→ you wrapped your arms around him , hugging him before moving your head to kiss him.

Oh god Can you make my heart stop Hit me with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious God Can you make my heart stop Honey with your kill shot baby I mean it so serious

Come and get that honey Sweeter than I ever knew Tell me that you love me Love me till my lips turn blue

→ thankfully , no one walked in on you two kissing. you mumbled against his lips a small “ i love you , ” before diving in again till the both of you could barely breathe in the suffocating air.

→ he’d wrapped his arms around your waist , pulling you closer.

Oo ooo ooo ooo Walk into my bed like How long Got you in my head like How long, how long

→ “ we … we should get going , huh? ” you panted out afterwards. it was raining outside , and your house was a far way off. rantaro offered for you to stay at his , and you happily accepted.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #rantaro amami x reader #drv3 rantaro #amami rantaro #rantaro amami #rantarou amami #danganronpa rantaro #fluff #songfic #killshot #killing harmony #danganronpa killing harmony

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osaemu · 1 year ago

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ミ★ can't go back, i'm haunted 🜚

in honor of today's distressing bsd chapter, i wrote a continuation of it for closure. haven't read the chapter yet? read it here

pairing: dazai x chuuya

summary: dazai had always been a constant in chuuya's life, but that was all about to change.

word count: ~0.9k

warnings: major bsd spoilers. blood. why do all my fics have blood in them? lots of angst. death. mentions of murder. mentions of suicide. not explicitly romantic but can be interpreted that way.

a/n: today's chapter killed me inside. killed. me. so obviously i had to write an angst fic to make my life even more miserable!!! also yeah there's some lines from the song haunted mixed in here 💞

being one of fyodor's vampire puppets was like being in a waking dream. chuuya was aware of his actions, but numb to any emotional sense. and yet, his lack of control didn't mean lack of courtesy.

fyodor saw what was happening a second too late – one second chuuya was just reaching out to close dazai's glazed eyelids, the next a soft blue light eminated from where his fingertips met dazai's bloodstained skin.

and a couple moments later, chuuya's mind clears. his senses return and he can clearly hear fyodor cursing over the intercom, but his focus is entirely on the scene in front of him – and it's straight out of his nightmares.

his cunning ex-partner, lying in a pool of his own blood. his eyes were closed, and as far as chuuya can tell, he wasn't breathing.

"fuck. fuck. dazai, can you hear me?" no response. "answer me, goddammit."

chuuya reached out and gently shakes dazai's shoulder, one of the few places he doesn't appear to be harmed in. "oi, dazai. answer me. fuck, wake up."

still, no response. but a couple seconds later, dazai coughs softly and hazily opens his eyes.

"ah, if it isn't my loyal dog..." dazai tries to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace. as he speaks, a thin trail of blood drips down his beat-up face from the corner of his mouth.

chuuya tries his best to look angry, but his concern overwhelms his growing urge to punch dazai's bloodied face. "damn it, dazai, what the fuck happened?"

"heh..."

"don't heh me, dazai. what-"

and it all comes back. every memory from chuuya's time under fyodor's influence. how dazai had tried to drown him. how chuuya had shot him.

and why dazai was dying.

chuuya wanted to deny the bloodbath in front of his eyes – he wanted to tell dazai that he'd be stuck with him for a long time yet, but he wasn't stupid. neither of them were.

both of them had seen enough bloodshed to know what a fatal wound looked like.

dazai must have seen the mix of emotions on chuuya's face, because he tried to smile again and reached out shakily. "don't... beat yourself up... over this."

chuuya exhaled a bitter laugh and shook his head. this would be all he thought about for the rest of his life – if he had been more careful, if he had been stronger, could he have stopped this hellscape from happening? was there was anything at all he could have done?

the distraught ginger's train of thought drove off the rails when he felt dazai's calloused hand rest on his shoulder. "i've waited so this... for so long..."

"does it hurt?" the words seem to escape from chuuya's mouth, and the unusually childish question makes dazai's eyes shine – with tears or with amusement, it's impossible to tell.

"s'kind of numb now," dazai murmurs, closing his eyes again. "if i..." his words are cut off when coughs, blood splattering on the floor next to him.

"if i couldn't die next to a beautiful woman, i... i suppose i'm fine with dying by your side instead, my dog..."

"dazai, shut the fuck up and open your damn eyes. stay with me."

like always, dazai ignores chuuya's request and keeps talking. always so stubborn, even on death's door...

"chuuya, i... i lied."

that gets chuuya's attention. resisting the urge to tell dazai to save his breath, gray eyes meet brown and wait for him to elaborate.

"what i said... when you were drowning-" dazai tries to move his blood-slicked hair out of his eyes but fails, so chuuya leans in and does it instead.

"i wasn't kidding." dazai's eyes are fluttering shut again, and it's honestly a miracle he's stayed conscious this long. "i... i do believe there were some moments where... we truly did connect."

flashes of happier times flicker through both partners's minds. when dazai used to steal chuuya's hat, when chuuya would get angry after losing a video game, and all the times when each knew the other would have their back – always.

dazai's grip on chuuya's shoulder starts to weaken. their eyes meet for the last time, and everything they never said passes between the two in a heartbeat. finally at peace, dazai smiles up at chuuya and trails a bloody hand down his anguished face, eyes drinking in every last detail.

dazai's next breath is his last.

the lights flicker overhead, as if they too are mourning his loss. chuuya barely feels dazai's hand slip from his face and thud softly on the floor. his focus is entirely on dazai's now-peaceful features, free of the shackles he called life.

death had always fascinated dazai. from the very moment chuuya met him, he had taken every opportunity to try and commit suicide.

but this wasn't suicide. it was murder. and chuuya was the murderer.

"you're not gone, no, you can't be gone," the ginger breathes, gray eyes trailing over dazai's limp body. "c'mon, don't leave me like this, bastard. wake the fuck up, please, wake up..."

but a dead body can't be revived, not even by the most twisted of abilities. dazai was gone.

seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass in the dimly-lit hallway. it's all the same to chuuya – for what is time without his ridiculous partner to share it with?

too many regrets, too little time. but life in the mafia has always been unforgiving, and if there's one thing chuuya's learned over the years, it's that there's a time and place for mourning.

so chuuya takes off his hat and places it gently on dazai's head, caressing it for a couple seconds before stepping away. he'd come back for the two of them later, but for now, he had a russian to kill.

a/n: even after writing all that i'm convinced that dazai's still alive. HE HAS TO BE. asagiri can't kill off sigma and dazai in the same chapter 😭

also requests are open and i really want to write bsd fluff headcanons and/or drabbles so drop any ideas u have in my ask box! love u lots 💞

anyways thanks sm for reading, and as always reblogs are very appreciated!

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rykeiwrites · 2 years ago

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Chronic Pain: Harbringers

🪷 Characters: Pantalone, Dottore, Childe

🪷 Genre: Physical Hurt/comfort, fluff

🪷 T/W: not anything i can think of

🪷 Notes: got my MRI done today so here’s hoping we finally find what my problem is

✧ Pantalone

One of the richest men in the world, he can more than afford the best doctors for you. He also hires a professional masseuse for you, and will pay for anything more you need. He makes sure that you won’t have work during the attacks. To be fair he probably would make sure you didn’t have to work at all, ever again, but if you are stubborn and still want to work he will try and make it so you work very close to him. He keeps an area in his office for you to come and rest with him, he is so busy and it’s hard to take time away so he rather you have a space near him to rest. He makes sure his office is quiet and dark enough for napping. He enjoys hearing you snore as he finishes up paperwork.

✧ Dottore

Look as much as I want to write how supportive he is, and he is, we’re gonna have to acknowledge this man will experiment on you first and foremost. He has weird shots that range in effectiveness, and pain medicine that may or may not help. He doesn’t use you for prototypes though, he has a bunch of people for that, but if he knows it won’t kill you or make you worse he will be giving it to you. You’re also not seeing other doctors. He is too egotistical to have any type of second opinion, he will stay up weeks at a time to figure out everything about the area you are affected by. He will place you on an operating table in his lab and have you rest as the medicine tries to work. He will not go about experimenting until he can safely get you out of the lab again, but he doesn’t seem to mind when you need the rest.

✧ Childe

I am so sorry actually. Childe will not leave you alone. All day he will be right up your ass shoving pain meds, baths, heating pads, and anything else that may help onto you. He is on any doctor’s case and will fight them if they dare even try to say you're being dramatic or anything. Honestly 10/10 for his ability to make doctors take you seriously. Unlike the other harbingers though it’s because he is willing to commit untold violence for you. He can be very overwhelming but he just worries so badly about you. He leaves you with family when he needs to travel to other countries for his job, and he’s glad the Rooster looks over you with his family.

#genshin impact #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader #childe x reader #bad news is my back hurts now and i can claustrophobic so it wasn't a fun time

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waywardangel-wilds · 2 years ago

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Here's a piece of what I wrote this morning:

“You’re medically trained?” Haymitch said, but it wasn’t really a question. He came over to sit on the couch to our right, drink in hand. “Any other skills between the two of you?”

I glanced up at him. His mocking tone had been changed for neutrality. I returned my focus to Peeta’s face.

“Katniss is a hunter. The very best.” Peeta said, opening his eyes. “She can take down anything, big, small, whatever. Get’s them in the eye every time.” I looked down at the kit. I wasn’t all that experienced with closing facial wounds, but maybe I could just use the butterfly bandages?

“That’s good. We can work with that.” Haymitch nodded. I pulled out the bandages. “How about you? What can you do?”

“Not much,” Peeta said honestly. “I’ve worked in a bakery my entire life. You don’t learn how to kill in there.”

I scoffed but continued working on his face. “Don’t sell yourself short.” I looked over at Haymitch. “Peeta is strong. A great fighter. He just won the wrestling tournament this week by throwing a guy over his back. He lifts hundreds of pounds in bags on flour almost everyday.” My eyes returned to Peeta’s wound. “The only people who’ve ever beat him in a fight are his own brothers.”

“Very good,” Haymitch was saying but Peeta started talking over him.

“She’s also a great tracker and trapper. Can climb anything. Oh, and she can swim.” I leaned back from him to glare, and he shrugged in return. “She’s got the highest shot at survival between us.”

“No, don’t—” I cut myself off and turned to face Haymitch myself. “Peeta’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. Perfect liar, great manipulator. He knows how to play people. He can beat this game.” I closed the medical kit. “He doesn’t need a bow and arrows; he can think his way out.”

“Well, that’s just not how this works,” Peeta sounded annoyed. “Listen, she’s the best bet.”

“Will you shut up—” I was saying.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Haymitch interrupted. “I’m the one that makes that decision. Now let’s talk strategy.” He put down his drink on the coffee table. He hadn’t even taken a sip. “How are we playing this?”

“Playing what?” I asked. Peeta put his hand on my leg.

“He means our relationship,” he clarified. “Everyone knows we’re married.”

Oh, right. I thought about that. What was there to play? We were sixteen and a couple, what else was there to say?

“I’m assuming you want to be a team?” Haymitch didn’t wait for verbal confirmation. I frowned, offended. “Okay, so what’s the story? Tragic young love? Childhood sweethearts? Fast recent and overwhelming? Happy to be together, in it to win?”

“What?” I looked at him. “Who cares?”

“I’m sure you remember this is a T.V. show, sweetheart.” Haymitch sneered. “You need an interesting storyline.”

Here's a link to the currently published work :)

#the hunger games #everlark #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #thg #fanfic #arranged #wip

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agentplutonium · 1 year ago

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Seraph leige and 1920s!Milo/SH pls!!

(talking about this game)

hehehe my two favourite wips (lying they're all my favourite)

OKAY SO Seraph Liege is a wip of mine for NeXus and the general concept is the idea that Liege is trying their hardest to reach their "final form" (A seraph, but like, severely fucked up cause they are NOT supposed to do that). They do this through the help of the Priest that they came across in their first audio. I will give a small snippet but I am unsure if this is ever gonna go anywhere outside of this. (CW: manipulation, I think, just to be safe)

“Get up, Darling. It’s time to go.” “Who are you?” Liege paused, turning back to look at the priest. The poor thing was huddled against the wall, nearly cowering from them. The priest was terrified. “Whatever do you mean?” “Do I know you?” Liege made their way back, stepping over their latest victim to do so, slowly and deliberately as if to not scare off a stray animal. They crouched when they were close enough, face soft. “Of course, you know me, Darling. You know me very well.” “I…” Liege frowned at the response, or better lack thereof. Good pets didn’t have thoughts that didn’t revolve around their master. And they certainly don’t think about themselves, especially in the presence of said master. They flooded Darling’s mind as Liege sat there with good memories—only some of them being fabricated this time. Ones where they were there for Darling, ones where Darling worshiped them, memories where Darling felt amazing, being praised for doing what Liege wanted. Anything to get back on track. They didn’t have time for this, but you can only expect so much from a pet. Liege will have to stop training Darling until they get the desired results. “Do you remember now?” Liege asked, lips still turned down at the corners. “I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you after that blow to your head.” Darling shivered as Liege’s hand came up to caress the back of his head. “Yes, my Liege.” “Good. Now, get up, pet. You’ve wasted my time.”

and and the 1920's fic my beloved. This was something that was inspired by the amazing @dizzy-n-busy who made this amazing art of Milo

here's the jist-- Criminal Milo met Investigator Sweetheart at a bar, they hit it off, Milo finds out that Sweetheart is an investigator. There's a bit of drama. Sweetheart shows up with the shade case. They get closer again. Sweetheart gets hurt. Milo runs into the shade, gets into a fight, kills it, gets in trouble with the law, and has to be interrogated. Sweetheart gets in there, helps Milo get out of there, and they meet at the end and decide to go on an official date. This fic is actually ongoing currently (Biting the Hand that Feeds on AO3) but here's a snippet from chapter 1 because I like it ^^

“Your friends are here,” Sneaks said, almost sounding disappointed. Or, maybe that was just Milo being hopeful. “I’ll go. I’m sure you want to be alone with them.” They moved to get up, but Milo’s hand shot out to stop them. He didn’t think about it until he felt the warmth of their wrist against his palm. Sweetheart also seemed to freeze at the contact, staring at their hands. “I want you to stay,” Milo said finally, letting go. Sneaks’ eyes shot up to his for a moment, capturing his attention immediately. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” they said softly, almost hesitant to accept the invitation. “I insist,” Milo said. Sneaks was still looking at him, analyzing him. He felt like he was an open book to them, and he had no problem with that. If it meant that they looked at him like that then he is more than fine with it. “Okay,” they said quietly. “I’ll stay.” “Thank you.”

#plutonium_askgames #thank you !!#redacted audio #redactedverse #NeXus

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becauseplot · 2 years ago

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Sorry if this is weird but I saw on the tags of one of ur reblog’s that you’ve been thinking about c!phil in the qsmp and can you expand on that??

I’ve genuinely been thinking about this for WEEKS as well and I’d love to hear ur headcanons!! Only if you want to ofc!!

Oh sure, I'd love to!! (SUPER long post incoming, hope you're ready lmao.)

Honestly they're not so much headcanons as they are ideas for plot?? I like writing, so a lot of my ideas are in the form of stories. The main reason I haven't attempted a fic yet is bc I don't have Enough plot to make anything atm, I've only got random scenes.

ANYWAY. c!Phil in qsmp. I'd probably take c!Phil as he is shortly after c!Techno's passing and chuck him into the qsmp story in the little bit of lore-downtime between the spiderbit wedding and when the election stuff started kicking up (but it's been announced by this point). It’s just so that I don't have to worry about working him into any major story arcs. Missa and q!Wilbur are also there because I said so.

The main thing I have in mind is just c!Phil seeing how different the community is on the island relative to his world---how united the island is, how alive the island is. People have waystones directly connecting each other to their bases and central areas; they drop in on each other all the time. People's comms buzz constantly as full conversations take place over global chat instead of through whisper-messages. There are security doors and reinforced walls but they're not necessarily to keep other islanders out; people share passcodes and access keys for emergencies. Everyone seems to know and trust each other despite the mysterious (and sometimes dangerous) circumstances they find themselves in.

In c!Phil's quiet, post-post-post-Doomsday world, where most were scattered to the wind or went into hiding, this would be a serious shock for him. I think it would take him a bit of time (and quite a bit of reassurance from q!Missa and q!Phil) for him to adjust to the fact he doesn't need to put a hand on his weapon every time someone gets a little too close. He'd probably be a bit overwhelmed by the sheer number of people and how inviting they are (introvert/isolationist moment). q!Phil (also introverted and isolative by nature) would clock this Immediately and come up with excuses for c!Phil whenever he clearly needs a break. Suddenly being around so many people, especially after c!Techno's passing...it would be draining.

What else... Oh, the "tttt" system! I have a whole Idea(TM) about this scene so I won't say too much here but c!Phil marveling at how everyone shows up to help. Again, the whiplash.

Also, hearing about the upcoming elections would give him an immediate shot of anxiety. Like, someone mentions the elections and c!Phil's face goes white. Yeah. Elections and community division are what led to him making the worst decision of his life (killing his son---though c!Wilbur's downward spiral started long before the elections). He hates to think that this loving community could be corrupted like L'Manburg's was. Before he's sent back to his homeword, he definitely takes the time to warn them about the potential danger they're running into.

OH! And the Technoblade shrine Tallulah made! Again, I've got a whole Scene about the Technoblade shrine in my head, so I'll keep this brief as to not just write out the whole scene (lmao), but I think he would really appreciate it. In his world, c!Techno had a lot more enemies than friends, so seeing how cherished c!Techno’s memory is in this world (cherished by q!Phil, by Chayanne, by Tallulah, by everyone who has heard the stories about Phil's old friend) would probably be so...relieving for c!Phil, who has felt so alone in his grief. (Of course, he has c!Niki and c!Ranboo to grieve with him back in his world, but again---hardcore isolationist. It would be a long time before he felt the motivation to reach out.)

I have a few other small details floating around (talking to q!Wilbur, the fancy "technology"/mods on the island, using paragliders to pseudo-fly, complaining about the tropical weather, the dubious existence of q!Kristin, anarchist solidarity, interactions with Chayanne and Tallulah, and so on) but I've laid out the meat of it.

God this post got long lmao. Clearly I need to get to writing that fic. Thanks for letting me ramble at ya! If you’ve got any ideas u wanna share, send em my way! No pressure to respond to this at all ofc I know this is a Lot. Thanks for the ask :D

#qsmp #q!philza #qsmp au #asks for curly

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mamawolfblood · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3

Bram pov

Clan sky hunter killed the wolves that were going to stay with them. It brakes my heat to be the one to tell my little wolf her mother is gone. "Bram the DDA wants to know when they can come and speak with Iris." Kai said I growl those fools can't give the girl time. 'Our mate is in pain screw the DDA. We must take care of her make her feel good.' My dragon growls 'Not now we still need to talk to her about this. I don't want to scare her. She just lost her home and part of her family, in the span of a few hours. Let's get somethings sorted then we can revisit this ok.' I said trying to reason with the bloody beast. He sighs before agreeing with me. "She is still asleep tell them they can politely sod off. I will contact when she is well enough to talk." I said before dismissing him. Kai chuckles from amusement before leaving. I sit taking her small hand in mine. "Please wake up soon Iris." I whispered before kissing the back of her hand.

Iris pov

I was in a dark wooden room the smell of saw dust, oil, and dragons filled my nose. Then the overwhelming smell of smoke and screaming. The pain of being burned alive calling for help. My vision was unsecured by a blinding white light. I stood in the clearing of our home. "My sweet cub." I turned around to see my mother she was in a white gown her red hair in a low bun. Her once cream skin pail with burn marks. Tears came to my eyes seeing her like that. "Cub don't choose revenge. The pack needs a level headed alpha. Do what you have to for the good of the pack nothing more. Your mates will probably want to take revenge for you but don't let them. Karma will get the Sky Hunter clan you just have to be patient." She said softly holding ne close to her. "Your brothers be on gaurd with them. You must go back one of your mates is waiting for you. I love you cub and I am so proud of you." Before I knew it I shot up screaming no. Bram wrapped his arms around me so I couldn't loach myself forward. "Iris, Iris you are ok your safe." His smooth voice reached me calming me down. I look at him tears in my eyes. "Sky Hunter killed my mother and fourteen other pack mates. We did nothing to anyone we just want to live in peace. We stick to ourselves why couldn't they leave us alone." I started to cry in his chest his arms tightened around me. His warm sent filled me relaxing the rage inside me. "Words can't come close to how sorry I am Iris. I truly wish things were different." He said before a woman came in. "Hello I am Dr. Sid from what Bram told me. You and the other wolves passed out. If possible can you explain what happened before hand." The woman said looking at a clipboard. "Fifteen of my pack mates connection was severed. They were killed by the clan that took them in. That's all I know sorry can't give you more than that." The lady looked at me. "What connection?" She asked confused. "We can communicate telepathically with each other." I said not wanting to say anything but had no choice. She looked to Bram then back to me. "Well from your scans nothing seems to be wrong physically. You can go when you are ready." She said before leaving the room. Bram thanked her then looked back to me. "The Sky hunter clan is being investigated." I shook my head before moving to the edge of the bed. "Bram let's go I want to make sure my pack mates are ok. Then we can talk about everything." He helps me up and guides me to the next room. Sitting in the chairs were my pack mates and a few dragons. They nod at me assuring that they are ok. With a sigh I look up at Bram. "Ok a deals a deal." He smiled and lead me out of the hospital.

#romance #original characters #oc #fanfiction #dragon shifter #seperation #wolfblood #pain #bloodshed #character death

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clover-the-awesomest · 1 year ago

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Really really wanna just answer as many of these as I can so I’m gonna do just that. Fuck you. I do what I want.

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Espio and Sonic, (STH comics) Hunter, (TOH) Lance and Keith, (VLD) Disaster Twins, (ROTTMNT) Beelzebub, (Helluva Boss) Commander Peepers, (WOY) MK, Macaque, and Tang, (LMK) and I guess Shadow and Renegade from Sonic Prime.

Flamethrower.

Nope! Even keep the blinds over the window because my parents warned me long ago that creeps could climb up my window and look at me sleeping. Highly unlikely cuz I’m on the second floor and we don’t have anything that can be used for climbing up a goddamn wall, but I still keep the window closed cuz otherwise my room gets cold… Don’t like the cold, especially when asleep.

idk, uhhhh… Aliens…? That doesn’t count does it? (I only believe in the slight possibility of there being aliens btw)

Hazel!

idk cuz it was fun

Scrunchies…? I don’t see the difference.

None cuz I left mine downstairs 🥺

No coffee. I’m hyper enough as is. (ADHD gremlin)

Only if they try to slaughter me first 🤷‍♀️

Art class…? Or maybe lunch…? Idfk

It’s a kind of day

BROTHER I WAS EATING ALL GODDAMN DAY I THINK IM FINE FOR NOW (As of writing this lol)

YES OMG The smell of everything before and after it rains is so beautiful and tranquil… It all smells so damp and so clean, so fresh… Like every single plant in the world had just been watered and taken care of. I love it so so incredibly much. My favorite smell in the whole world hands down.

Nope!

Not yet!

idk. All I know is that I don’t need glasses.

Shampoo and conditioner

Never have but yes (Be warned. I will most likely fuck up)

Neither I say coke because our mini-fridge is full of either that or seltzer and it’s so annoying BECAUSE INSTEAD IT SHOULD BE FULL OF WATER BECAUSE WATER IS DELICIOUS AND IT IS ACTUALLY THE HEALTHIEST DRINK OUT THERE. WHY DO THE RESIDENTS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD LOVE COKE AND SELTZER SO MUCH.

Like. All of my favorite stuffed animals. Shockingly enough I didn’t have a lot so it was easy to keep them all.

Someone who’s humor is heavily based on cartoons and sarcasm.

Eh. I don’t like it, but as long as I plan for it then it’s manageable.

Nothing. I would not be going on that rooftop. (Deathly afraid of heights)

Deodorant.

Me as a little toddler seeing the face of someone I haven’t seen in a long, long time…

idk like 7 or something?

Nope!

HOT. BURNING HOT. Not enough to hurt or be scalding, but there are those days where you just wanna make it a few hundred degrees hotter…

Bruh if I had dirty dishes in my room they’d never hear the end of it from me. (And I’d never hear the end of it from my mom)

idk whatever fits with the story in my head that day

Not really A favorite towel but a bunch of favorite towels. So yes.

Exploring new routes to take for when I go on walks down the street. It had a sign that said “Children” and my lil bro was with me so we went.

Yep! “Alice” by Peggy, “Overwhelmed” by Ryan Mack, and “Writing on the Wall” by Will Stetson. There are more but I have to actually look up the song title to know what it’s called and for me to remember the lyrics) Oh and also a ton of Crush 40 songs too!

idk and I won’t tell you. (For privacy reasons)

I DIDNT KNOW I COULD DO THAT????????

Oh a very near and dear friend. We don’t talk much anymore but her mom is a family friend so we still meet up from time to time.

No it’s gross

Yes

Don’t drink coffee but if I would I’d probably take it black like my soul-

YouTube! Love binging the same videos over and over again! AND ONG THE ANIMATION SCENE ON YOUTUBE RIGHT NOW IS INSANE IM SO HAPPY FOR ALL THE INDIE ANIMATORS OVER THERE RIGHT NOW THEY TRULY DO DESERVE IT

They could kill me in one shot without it even being a critical hit. That shit is like One Punch Man but without the “Man” and without the anime

Whoever caused inflation, or my little brother. I cannot decide for the life of me.

Yes I was sick and I showed my mom a funny Rainworld animatic

The old stop-motion films like the one about Santa Claus and Rudolph with the really grandpa-coded narrator. Love those fun little creations he came up with! Whoever did the stop-motion work and the puppetry has some real talent!

idk I think I sent my friends something about adhd

I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL. GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM MY CRUSTY MUSTY OLD LIPS.

No, unfortunately… 😭

If you want to, I guess. Only if it’s ROTTMNT or Wander Over Yonder tho

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HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OMG I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THAT ONE WOOHOOOO

I wanna do another hehe

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

#Now you know more about me I guess! 🥳🫡#wordz

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membermentmania · 5 months ago

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August 6th, 12:29-4:33am

“Oh my god, I missed you so much!” Bebe yelled as she hugged Red tightly. “I can’t believe you’re one of us!”

It was overwhelming. She leaned into the hug up until that last sentence. She missed Bebe, Marj, and Wendy so much. The most divine timing landed upon the room. As everyone was talking around the two embracing, the stairs creaked, causing her to look up. A cute blonde boy with muddy green eyes and a button nose descended, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

Then there was a gun being held up to her temple. “CRAIG, WHAT THE FUCK!” several people yelled.

Red slowly raised her hands in surrender. “I told you. I’m not doing a thing to him,” she said evenly. “That would just get me killed.”

He retracted his gun. She maintained eye contact with the blonde who seemed to be appraising her for something.

“Can one of you two start explaining?” Tammy exasperated.

“She’s like me,” Tweek said quietly.

“WHAT?!”

Red barely registered who said it, just that multiple people did. The room descended into chaos but Tweek patiently put a hand up. “Who’s your moderator?” he asked.

“Kevin.”

He bit at his lip. “Okay.

“Do you know him?” she asked with confusion.

“I’ve heard the name.”

“Okay, please can someone explain?” Heidi tried.

Bebe let go of her. She didn’t even realize she was still in Bebe’s arms. “Alright, everyone have a seat,” Craig ordered. They all sat down at the table. Craig sat in between Red and Tweek. Bebe was directly across from her and Kenny was to her left. “Alright, so for everyone who doesn’t know. This is Red. She’s my cousin.”

“Cousin?” Tammy asked, eyes narrowing between the two.

“I’m adopted.” Fucking liar.

She raised her hands up in mock surrender. “That is not where I was going with that!”

“Anyways,” he breathed out. “This is my cousin. I was out today. Not hunting.” Red noticed the way Tammy and the blonde both shot him a look but didn’t say anything. “And I ran into Red. Because she was sent here to kill someone.”

“Who were you sent here to kill, what the fuck?!” Bebe yelled.

“Me,” the blonde said. Red looked past Craig and really looked at him, silently questioning. He looked back at her and offered her a forgiving smile. “It’s obvious. And it’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“How do you know she didn’t know?” Stan asked.

“Because. Hunters don’t know that they deviate from the norm.”

Red felt like her head was spinning. So much information was being shoved into her head. She wanted to confront Kevin. She wanted to scream at him and punch him and cry. But that wouldn’t do her any good. “I shouldn’t be here,” she muttered.

“No. You need to tell them what you told me,” Craig responded quietly.

“Okay.” All eyes honed in on Red. “Um. I was told by my moderator that magical girls are meant to kill each other.”

“Yeah, gathered,” Kyle interjected.

“She’s not done,” Craig shot back.

He nodded. “And we’re to take each other’s relics.”

“What?” the blonde interjected. “Why would he tell you that?”

“He told me only one of us would make it to the apocalypse. In order to do that, we need to obtain more than one relic.”

There was a long pause. Kenny was the first to speak. “What. The. Fuck.”

“She can prove it,” Craig responded.

“Okay, this is fucked up,” Wendy responded as she caught the sides of her head in her hands.

“We need someone with a safe moderator to jump on.”

Bebe slid her chair out and stood up. “Explains why you brought a laptop here,” she muttered as she circled the table. “Your mic access is off?”

“Course it is.”

“Okay. Webcam is enough to let you in. Everyone move.” Everyone got out of the way as Bebe opened the laptop. They all crowded around out of frame, as Red directed her where to go. She took off the webcam cover and went to their website. “Okay, where am I going?” Red was standing on the left side of the laptop, too close to be in view. She silently pointed to a black spot on the screen. It blended in seamlessly. Bebe’s eyes widened as she moved the cursor over and the arrow turned into a little hand.

“Course there’s always shit hiding in plain sight,” Clyde muttered with genuine distress. Bebe clicked it and there it was.

INSERT COUNTDOWN PIC.

“What does it say?” she whispered.

“INSERT DIRECT TRANSLATION HERE.”

“Guys, pull up your contracts right fucking now,” Wendy said with a shaky voice to Craig and the blonde.

Craig pulled out his phone and started tapping away. The blonde leaned into him slightly, looking at his phone. Craig swallowed hard. “Fifteen minute difference,” the blonde whispered.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” Stan asked.

“It has to be a set up,” the blonde muttered. Red looked at him with eyes slightly widened. “Not from you. From Her.”

“Who?”

He shook his head and mouthed later.

A small banner appeared at the top of the screen. Bebe got a message. Red’s brow furrowed.

Dovakien: I’m so sorry.

Bebe slammed the laptop closed. She threw her hands up. “Y’know what? No. No. No. Today was a lot. We’ll deal with this tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay…” Kenny responded, trying to process. “What are we doing with her?”

“What?”

“Red, are you cutting contact or are you leaving?”

Red bit at her lip. She didn’t want to kill people. But she didn’t have a choice. She was alone. Maybe with a group of people, she could fight back. “Is that okay?” she asked. “If I cut contact, can I fight with you guys?”

The blonde offered her a gentle smile. “Where are you staying tonight?”

“I was gonna find a motel, I guess. Didn’t really plan that far.”

He looked at Craig and Craig just sighed. “Okay, c’mon.”

“What?”

“Alright guys, goodnight. We’ll meet tomorrow and try and grab information.”

Red followed the two outside and into the night, genuinely confused. The gears in her head were turning. “You two live together?” she asked.

“Yup,” Craig responded flatly.

“Wait. I was sent here to kill your boyfriend?!”

“No. You were sent here to kill my best friend,” came out at the same time as a very shocked, much quieter, “You’re gay?”

He casually turned back to the blonde and deadpanned a ‘yes.’

Red blinked hard. “My bad.”

They walked the rest of the way to Craig’s apartment in silence. The blonde looked like he was having the existential crisis of the year. When they walked inside, the blonde turned to her with a gentle smile. “You can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Fuck that, she can take the couch,” Craig interjected.

“It’s literally fine, Craig.”

“Dude, that’s your bed.”

“I’m fine with the couch. I’m the one crashing.”

He turned back to her. “You’re not crashing anything. You can have my bed. And you can wake me or Craig up if you need anything, okay? C’mere.”

He completely ignored Craig’s quiet protests and took her by the hand, guiding her to his room. He closed the door behind them and grabbed something from the dresser drawers. He spun around with a pile of clothes in his hands. “Okay. Sweatpants, tshirt, and a hoodie if you get cold. And I’m leaving a purifier in here for you in case you need one. Is that okay?”

Red made a face. “Why are you doing this?”

A quiet laugh bubbled out of him. A small nostalgic smile crossed his features. “I’ve been where you are,” he responded. “My mod put me through… A lot. And she kinda slowly geared me towards killing other magical girls. And I guess I just know what it’s like to have up turned into down, y’know?”

She nodded slowly. “Right.”

“You’re handling this very well, though.”

“I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet,” she whispered.

“You’re gonna be okay,” he responded reassuringly. “You know some of the girls. And you know Craig. And the rest of them are really forgiving. They took me in despite everything I’ve done and they didn’t even know me. These are good people, Red. You’re not alone.”

“Thank you. I never caught your name though,” she said quietly.

“Tweek.”

“I think you might be a good person too, Tweek.”

He shot her a pained smile. “Maybe.” Her heart panged. She nodded. “I’m gonna go yell at your cousin for being a dick, okay?” he responded with a laugh. “Just come wake one of us up if you need us. Seriously.”

“Thanks.”

“Mhm. Good night.”

He slipped out of the room and she got changed before laying in bed. It smelled like lavender and coffee. It was comforting. Her mind kept going as she tried to sleep. She rapidly cycled through thoughts about Tweek’s past, everything she’s been through the past year, and Kevin. She was terrified, but she was doing her best not to acknowledge it. When she finally started to feel a wave of exhaustion hit her, she leaned into it, desperate to escape the new knowledge she’d gained.

Morning with Tweek and Craig. Tweek and Craig leave red home to fight an angel. Clyde tags along.

A tired blonde boy reached out for an apple slice without looking as he browsed through the wall of green text. The angels were all talking to each other. Leslie didn’t speak in the long winded chat. But there were plenty of other angels there. You can ask them anything.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” he whispered as he kicked his feet.

Of course.

Leslie Meyers: Do you talk to God often?

His eyes lit up when responses flooded in. There were so many he could barely register it. But the last bit of green text screamed against the black background. But he could never remember what it said no matter how much he thought back.

INVIS:

INSERT MOD NAME HERE (SPEC THE ONE THAT WORKS WITH REDACTED IN PART THREE): You are God.

But in truth, there was no god residing within the chatroom. Only future angels moderated by Her.

LINE!!!!!

Idk if this is gonna be at the end of reds or the beginning of this one but tweek and craig leave red home so tweek can fight an angel and clear his head a bit. Clyde tags along.

Tweek pressed a purifier to his wrist as the realm warped out around them. “Thank you,” he breathed out.

“Course bro! Y’know we’re always here if you just needa clear your head,” Clyde chimed.

Craig stepped over and put an arm around him. “Wanna go get a snack?”

“Actually, that sounds good.”

They started to walk out of the abandoned warehouse they’d just fought in, when Tweek stopped dead in his tracks. “Tw̧ě̥ek,” She singsonged.

He grabbed his relic from his pocket so he could hear her better. She never spoke around other people. “What.”

Craig and Clyde both looked at him anxiously.

“I told you if you didn’t listen, I’d have someone else do your job.”

“Fuck you.”

She tsked him. “I’ll request one more time. Kill them and come back to me.” He looked down at his relic, not wanting to look at either of them.

“Fuck you, Leslie.”

“Very well then.”

His chest felt tight. He shoved his phone in his pocket and mouthed very clearly ‘when I give you the signal, get the fuck out of here.’

“I’m not leaving you,” Craig responded. Clyde looked like he was going to throw up.

“Craig, I know you want to protect me, but I want to protect you too, okay?” he whispered. “I need you to listen to me if shit goes sideways.” Craig looked at him defiantly. “If you die for me, I won’t be able to handle it.”

Craig’s face softened. He nodded. They carefully stepped outside, guards up. Tweek was looking around, trying to get a read on what was coming their way, if anything was coming their way. The fence they’d hopped over to get in here was twenty feet away at most. Clyde and Craig could run and get lost in the crowds as they got towards a more populated area in the worst case. The tension was thick between the three of them. Tweek heard a very quiet whiz. His head snapped towards the source as he shoved Clyde hard.

Terror consumed him when Clyde slammed into the ground. It wasn’t because Tweek pushed him. Clyde’s scream met his ears and all he felt was guilt. It wasn’t just a cry of unbridled agony. It was a reminder of how terrifying their situation was. This is what it meant to have a contract. He sent a bolt of lightning towards the person on the roof. “Get the fuck out of here!” Tweek yelled to the two.

“Twee-”

“Craig, I’m being serious!” His voice came out with such raw urgency. Regret surged through him. I should’ve never gotten him involved.

“Come back to me safe, okay?”

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. The amount of panic in desperation in the tiny plea for a promise made Tweek feel infinitely more sick. “Get the others. Don’t separate until I reach out.”

The boy came back into sight gun trained on Tweek. He looked manic. Twitchy. His hair was pale blonde and his dark green were brimming with sheer insanity. The nausea in his stomach only served to intensify everything as it continued to get worse. This was him three months ago. He heard the fence clank but kept his gaze trained on the boy on the roof. They were in a silent stand off. “Tweek, meet your replacement. This is Thomas.” She had never once sounded this cruel. She was mocking him.

“Fuck you!”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Thomas yelled from the roof as he sent a bullet out. Tweek dodged. Except he didn’t. He knew for a fact he moved. White hot agony exploded through his left shoulder in a blinding flash of pain. He’d been shot one time and Craig was right there to save him. He could handle taking a bullet for all of a minute. Now Craig wasn’t here to save him. But that was okay. He didn’t want Craig to see whatever played out here and he needed Craig to be safe.

Tweek raised his hands up, trying so hard to get the madness to stop for even a moment. “She’s using you!” he shouted, voice desperate.

“THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE DISCIPLE! THE ROT YOU AND YOUR HARBINGERS HAVE BROUGHT UPON THIS WORLD WILL END IT!” he roared, voice reverberating around his skull with manic intensity.

Tweek’s stomach twisted. He didn’t want this. He felt like he was looking in a window to the past and he hated it with everything in him. He didn’t want to die here. He didn’t want to kill this boy either. But this was it. He was trying so hard to get away from it all, just to be thrown right back into it. “There are magical girls everywhere! There are hundreds of us if not more! We’re not ending the world! The mods are!” he yelled in response.

“LIAR!” Thomas’s scream cut through the air like a blade. This wasn’t going to work. He was too far gone. Kill him.

Another bullet was shot and once again. Tweek didn’t just move this time. He dove out of the way. He couldn’t take another one. His shoulder felt like it was screaming, the wound pulsating. His right ear was ringing violently. Then more pain came, slamming into him like a freight train. Then pure terror. There was no fucking way he could do something like that without homing shots. Tweek was going kill someone or die here. He couldn’t get out of this. He felt like the walls of everything he was trying to build were collapsing around him without warning. Kill him.

He let out an agonized wheeze as he shot a bolt of lightning, trying to hit the gun out of Thomas’ hand. But he didn’t let go. He took the burn in stride as laughs started to pour out. “YOU’RE OLD NEWS!” he jeered through his cackles. “HOW SHE EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE CAPABLE OF DOING GOD'S WORK IS BEYOND ME!”

That might’ve hurt more than the bullets. The words struck at something ugly and primal in him. Each laugh that bubbled out of the boy felt like a cruel twist of a knife that was stabbed into him and left there for ages. He tried to swallow it down as he forced himself up. He ignored the wetness trickling down his arm and neck. “STOP!” He could see it clear as day. There was discord floating around him. Thomas was going to die here either way if he couldn’t get him to relax and he was certain Leslie was in his ear. Kill him, Tweek. Come back to me. “YOU’RE GONNA DIE IF YOU DON’T STOP!”

He jumped down from the roof and Tweek got a better look at him as he landed with practiced ease. He didn’t look human at all. “You’ve betrayed the gods. Do you know what the punishment for that is?” he asked with a cheshire grin.

Tweek took a step backwards, shooting a bolt of lightning towards Thomas’ shin. “I don’t want to kill you!” But you need to, Tweek. “Shut up.” The command was futile. He knew it was. But the second he let her back in his head, it was over. It hurt to breathe. He needed a purifier and he needed one urgently. He could feel corruption creeping up on him, despite having just used one.

Thomas trained his gun on Tweek and sent out another bullet. Tweek didn’t dodge. There was no point. He sent out another bolt of lightning. He wasn’t acknowledging the pain at all. He was just laughing at him. Kill him. The bullet grazed Tweek’s cheek at an angle that didn’t even make sense. And it fucking hurt. He grit his teeth. The pain was too much. It wasn’t just the gunshots anymore. The pain was coming from inside. The realization that Thomas was drawing this out was too cruel. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” he screamed. But it wasn’t at Thomas. Because, Tweek. I need someone to fill your spot. Will it be you or him?

Thomas couldn’t hear her. He didn’t seem like he could hear much of anything. His eyes pierced through Tweek. Rabid intensity continued to grow in them. Tweek could see the color draining from his irises as he stepped closer. “You will die here, Tweek Tweak. And then your band of dissenters will fall. Especially the one that stands close to you.” His voice was sadistic and taunting in the worst way possible. He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever sounded like this to someone. This is karma. This is my karma. Tweek was terrified. He was truly petrified. He couldn’t let this happen. “What was his name again? Craig?” he asked playfully.

That was what did it. Hearing Craig’s name leave his lips was what sent Tweek over the edge. He couldn’t let this happen. He never wanted to kill anyone again, but if the cost of that would be the friendships he’d tried so hard for. If the cost of that was Craig. He would burn the entire world down. Tweek sent forward lightning as if he were taking down the biggest world ending angel he’d ever fought. It was years worth of overkill. What was left of Thomas hit the ground. As did Tweek as he let out a raw guttural sob. “Why would you fucking do that?” he cried. His devastated voice was so weak it barely carried. But she could hear him just fine.

Welcome home, Tweek.

“No. No. No.” He let out a wheeze. “I will never come back to you.”

Very well then. Best of luck. She sounded so indifferent. As he curled in on himself on the hard ground, he said a prayer that she would actually leave him alone. He stayed like that for a bit. His eyes went out of focus as ragged sobs ripped through him. The bits of his cloak he could see were tinged red with his own blood. His whole body hurt. He thought about giving up. When an jolt wracked through his body, he quickly backtracked and pulled a purifier from his pocket. He pressed it to his wrist and he could immediately feel his muddled mind start to clear a bit.

He took a shaky deep breath and forced himself to a standing position. He had to make a choice. He could walk back transformed, covered in blood and slowly draining his mark further. Or he could let himself change back into his much darker clothes and slowly bleed through those and make it back looking much more inconspicuous. The only problem with the second option was the fact that he might pass out or bleed out if he transformed back.

He shook his head. He’d be quick. He walked up to the fence and shuddered slightly. He had to climb that with his left arm basically out of commission. It hung limply at his side. It’s okay. I’ve lived through worse. He took a shaky deep breath before forcing himself up and over. The climb back down was significantly worse as the urge to simply let himself smack onto the sidewalk hit him. He wasn’t sure which one would hurt less, but he played it safe and slowly descended the fence.

He pulled out his phone and called Craig the second he touched solid ground. He picked up on the first ring. “Tweek?” his voice was raw with worry.

“I’m alive,” he wheezed out. “Meet me at base.”

“We’re already here. Where are you?”

“Be there in ten,” he muttered before hanging up.

His head buzzed with pure devastation as he walked through the crowded sidewalks. He just wanted to get home. His vision felt like it was coming in and out as the street lights came on. He pushed through, trying in vain to block out all of the pain assaulting him. But he could see it.

He picked up his pace the second he set eyes on the decrepit old house. He was so close to safety, he could practically feel it. All he wanted was to see Craig. He wanted to see everyone else too. But he needed Craig more than he needed oxygen. He needed to see he was alive and okay and safe. He needed to hold him and hug him and cling to him like a frightened child. But why? The question kicked off a chain of painfully quick reactions. He barely had time to register the dizziness that hit him before his world went black.

Tweek put the last pancake on the plate when Craig trailed into the kitchen. He leaned on the doorframe, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “Morning,” Tweek greeted.

“Morning,” he responded sleepily. “What’re you doing?”

“Making you breakfast?”

“Why? You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’ve been here for almost a week. I can’t keep being a mess. I just wanted to do something to thank you for, y’know… I know this is, like, really stupid. But I figured it would be kinder than just saying I owe you several and leaving.”

He stood up straighter. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah…” he responded with mild confusion. Why does he seem so surprised?

He took a breath. “Come eat breakfast with me.”

Tweek complied and they silently ate their breakfasts together. It was nice. It was weird to think of how many firsts he’d had with someone he only met a week ago. Craig was starting to feel more like family than some guy he tried to kill and part of Tweek hated that. He didn’t deserve this. He was terrified he’d get too attached, so he promised himself he’d do something nice for him and tell him to reach out if he needed anything before going home. A chill ran down his spine at the thought of going home, but he ignored it. He had his time to be a mess. He had to pull himself back together.

They finished and Tweek went to stand. “You should move in here.”

Tweek sputtered in response. “What?!”

Craig was being serious. Tweek didn’t even know what was going on anymore. “I’m serious. Your house isn’t safe. Your relic isn’t safe. Your mod isn’t safe. At least here you have someone to look out for you and you can come home to a bed and not have to worry about,” he cut himself off. “The shit you have to deal with at home.”

“But you don’t even know me! I could be, like, a lunatic ready to, I don’t know, eat your fucking skin?!”

Craig laughed quietly. “I know you. Not a lot, but I know you.”

“We met a week ago when I tried to fucking kill you!”

“Yeah. And in that time I learned a lot. You’re a good person, Tweek. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but if you weren’t you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did.” Tweek felt nauseous. “I’m afraid if you leave, you’re-” His nose twitched slightly. “I’d never see you again.” Tweek knew what he was gonna say. And Craig was probably right. There was a real chance Tweek would wind up dead after they parted ways. He knew that. But he didn’t want to leech off of Craig just because of that.

“You’ll see me,” he tried.

He noticed Craig was such an odd combination of nonsense and no-nonsense. “I don’t believe you.”

Tweek blinked hard. “You will.”

“You don’t have to, but just think about it. Okay?”

Tweek didn’t want to think about it. He would say yes. He’d say yes infinitely. There would never be a universe where he said no if he thought about it. He shook his head. “I don’t deserve this,” he muttered.

“That’s cool. I didn’t ask.”

Tweek looked up at him wide eyed with a shocked laugh. “What?”

“If you don’t think you deserve this, that’s fine. I think you do. I don’t think anyone should ever go through half of the shit you’ve gone through. And I think you’ve had too much pain in your life for someone our age. You need a break.” Tweek bit his lip. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think there was any redemption for him and here Craig was, telling him that he didn’t deserve to just let his fate take him. They looked at each other for a moment before Craig rolled his eyes. “Okay, fuck it. I’m holding you hostage.”

“You were already holding me hostage.”

“Okaaay. I’m continuing to hold you hostage.”

“So you’re not giving me a choice?” Tweek asked flatly.

“Nope. You’re being kidnapped.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“Again. Didn’t ask.”

Tweek tried to bite back his laugh. “You’re kinda a dick.”

“Yup. And I’m also holding you hostage.”

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous. You know that?”

“Mhm.”

Tweek frowned. “I am trying so hard to give you an out, man. I don’t want to pull you into my shit. You’ve done so much. I already can’t even begin to pay you back for everything.”

He crossed his arms. “I don’t want an out. And I don’t want you to pay me back.”

“I don’t get it though. Why?”

“Because you des-”

“No. Why are you doing this? What are you getting from this? I just don’t get it,” he responded shakily.

“Fine. I really do think you’re good. You’ve just had a shit hand. And you’ve managed to make me care about you. So now you’re stuck with me.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. I just think you’re cool and it would fucking suck to hear you disappeared or turned up dead somewhere.”

“So then what? I just stay here and do what?”

“I mean, you can make me breakfast sometimes. Those were really good.” Tweek shot him an unimpressed look. Craig let out a quiet ‘oh.’

“What?”

“You’re solution oriented.” Tweek’s nose scrunched slightly. Craig drummed his fingers on the table for a moment. “Okay. You stay here. You meet my team. We fight angels together until our contracts finish. And when you get better or our contracts end or you just get sick of me, you can bail. Or you can stick around and be my friend or whatever.”

It was so selfish. It was so ungodly selfish. But Tweek couldn’t deny it another time. He wanted this and he was so tired of wanting things and not being able to have them. A small smile crossed Tweek’s face. “Okay.”

LINE

“Fucking hell, Tweek,” Wendy breathed out the second he opened his eyes.

“He’s awake!” Tammy yelled.

Tweek blinked hard. “Where’s Craig?” he muttered.

Craig was immediately in his line of view. His face was sobering in the worst way possible. He’d been crying. “Holy shit, Tweeks,” he whispered, carefully taking Tweek’s face in his hand.

“I’m okay,” he responded. He wasn’t. He felt like he’d just been hit by several cars. But Craig needed him to be okay so he would be.

“Thank you guys for staying,” he said to Wendy and Tammy.

Tammy half heartedly pushed Craig out of the way and crouched down so she was eye level with him. “Don’t ever fucking do that again,” she scolded shakily. “And we are hanging out tomorrow. Or the day after if you’re still sore. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She nodded, offering him a smile. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Tam,” he responded weakly. He assumed they were both leaving. “Night, Wends.”

“Night, hon,” she responded.

He lingered on a blink. His eyes fluttered open when he heard the door close. The bed dipped down next to him and his gaze landed on Craig. “You’re gonna sleep in here tonight, okay?”

Tweek took a second to process. He was in Craig’s bed. “Where are you sleeping then?”

“Couch.”

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll take the couch.”

“Tweek. You got shot three times.”

“They were grazes,” he responded weakly.

“The one in your shoulder didn’t go all the way through. Wendy had to pull the bullet out before I could heal you.”

Tweek’s stomach twisted. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Craig whispered. “You’re sleeping in a bed tonight. The couch sucks.”

Tweek knew arguing would get him nowhere so he just relented. “Okay.”

“Just call me or come wake me up if you need me, okay?”

He stood up and Tweek was filled with pure desperation. He didn’t want Craig to leave. “I need you now,” he whispered.

Craig looked back down at him with concern. “What do you need?”

“Can you stay with me? Please.”

“Oh.” He took a small deep breath. “Okay.” Tweek went to move over and Craig put a hand on him. “Don’t do that.” Tweek just nodded. Craig got in bed from the other side, careful not to touch him. Tweek rolled over and ignored the way Craig frowned.

“I’m not an invalid,” he muttered. “I’m just sore.”

“Don’t get defensive because I’m worried,” he responded.

“Can we watch a movie?”

Craig blinked slowly, obviously thrown off by the abrupt change in topic. After a quiet moment, he spoke. “Yeah. What do you want to watch?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Wanna watch a rom-com?”

A quiet laugh bubbled out of Tweek. “Why is that the go to?”

“You’ve been into them lately,” he responded with narrowed eyes.

“I haven’t been into them. I want to understand them.” His nose twitched slightly. “And I kinda like them.”

“Whatever you say,” he teased. He grabbed his remote and threw on his TV. The tiny bit of distance between them was painful. Tweek wanted to hold him so much it hurt. But it felt weird to ask. Why do things always need to feel so weird with him?

A few minutes in, Craig shot him a look. “What?”

“You’ve been making a face since the movie started.”

“I’m thinking about something.”

“What?”

“Dunno how to bring it up.”

“That’s okay,” he responded, looking back at the TV. There was a thoughtful moment of silence. “You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. But you also don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything either.”

He looked at Craig and anxiety started to ebb at him. Just fucking ask you coward. He took a quiet deep breath. “Can you hold me?” he whispered, partially hoping Craig wouldn’t hear him. Dark blue eyes met his and his stomach dropped. He didn’t say anything, he just reached out and pulled Tweek into him. Tweek adjusted slightly, getting comfortable. He felt so much better. Reality sat on him heavily, but at least he could have this one more time before he dropped the bomb. He had to tell Craig. The sentence felt like it was physically weighing him down, pressing him into the mattress, trying to slowly push him to the deepest pits of hell where he belonged. “Craig?”

He looked at him so gently it hurt. “Yeah?”

“I killed someone today,” he whispered.

Craig didn’t have a visible reaction at first. He slowly adjusted so that they were both resting on his pillow. He still had his arms around Tweek. A gentle hand pushed his bangs out of his face. “I know,” he whispered back. “You saved us though.” He leaned into the touch as Craig ran a hand through his hair, lulling him to sleep. He felt a kiss pressed to the top of his head and he adored everything about the action. It made him feel so safe. It made him feel human. Maybe this was it. Maybe Craig was all he needed.

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