#because the older sibling said it and it sounded so cool when they did and they're older so they must know

[ofbardsandmen]

childhood, boyhood, youth. and brotherhood. | elzer and the ragbros headcanon

i MUST get a confirmation that elzer had a significant role in diluc's and kaeya's life when they were children, less as a helper in the winery, and more as their older brother figure. there must be some events surrounding the 3 of them especially during those days spent in the winery. we know crepus took him in for work when he was a young lad, older than diluc, yes, but not that much older, i dare assume. a good few years between them would make elzer a perfect candidate for the older brother figure diluc never had considering he himself was one after kaeya joined the ragnvindr family. and so, i like to imagine elzer as the favorite target of teasing of the two younger boys, target of silly pranks and random, weird, and sometimes uncomfortable questions, but also as their beacon of maturity and someone worth respecting, someone whose word would inspire awe and would ever so often serve as the only truth. and in truth, i am an older sibling myself, so i can't quite imagine it, but perhaps some of you can, as i heard it was spoken of - the image of an older sibling in the younger's eyes - a god, and idol and a rival all in one. i imagine it was like that with elzer and the ragbros. elzer tells them a story, a scary myth, a legend, to scare them on purpose (because, sometimes, most of the times, it is PURE joy to mess around with youngsters), kaeya says it's bullshit, no such thing exists. diluc agrees, obviously. and yet they find themselves later that day, or more precisely, late in the night, hiding under diluc's blanket and wondering if said legend might be true after all. in any case, neither of them fall asleep that night, nor the ones after, and neither show or speak of their suspicions and fear, especially not in front of elzer.

[lovelywritinglady]

Crocodile’s Tears- Part Two- New Beginnings

Sir Crocodile x fem!reader, Doflamingo x fem!reader(siblings)

In which your life has gotten a little more complicated as your freakishly tall older brother comes back into your life.

Angst, reader is traumatized, fluff, curse words, violence. Slighy spoilers for Marine ford. Maybe out of character Crocodile and Doflamingo. May be some canon as well as non canon things.

The ocean shone brilliantly as the salty sea air whipped your h/c hair back softly. You stood on the front of the boat holding the railing that surrounded it, feeling the cool metal against your palms. You took a deep breath letting the salty air fill your lungs as your eyes still felt raw from all of the crying you had done the night prior. Your heart was still aching from recent events. You had once been the wife of a very powerful man and now you were just you and you knew that at some point, you needed to come to terms with that.

The reason you chose Dressrosa was because despite the history there, you needed to be in the comfort of your family. You desired to see your older brother even though he was a horrible person and a hardened criminal. You were an adopted by his parents as they desired to have a ‘normal’ child. You chuckled at that thought squeezing the cool railing a little bit harder as you felt fresh tears pricking your eyes once again. You started to hate yourself for wanting to see him, as he was the reason your parents weren’t here anymore. But you knew that he would welcome you with open arms, he did promise that after all. You just wish that you knew where your other brother was as he was more of the ideal person to be with. He was kind, smart, and someone you knew you could rely on. But your older brother would have to do for now, he was still family.

“We will be arriving at our destination in 1 hour.” someone on the loud speaker announced

“Well damn, that voyage was a lot quicker than I thought it be. Guess I should call Doffy.”You spoke to yourself as you admired the sea.

You reluctantly let go of the railings and began waking back to your room that was located in the middle of the ship. Once there, you sat on your bed that was hard and uncomfortable. You then took one look at your transponder snail giving it a small smile before grabbing it gently Reluctantly, you dialed your brothers number waiting for him to pick up as the sound of the transponder snail filled your tiny room. And soon enough, the transponder snail stopped with a click sound.

“Who’s this?” A gruff voice spoke

“It’s me, Doffy. It’s y/n.” You responded cringing at yourself for being so timid.

“Well, well. Hello there I was wondering when I’d get a call from you. ” He laughed out. “I told you that Crocodile was not good for you did I not.” Doflamingo spoke once more bit in a more serious tone fully knowing why you’d call him.

“I know.” You whispered feeling embarrassed

“I’m glad you know, sweet sister. Now tell me where you are so I can come and get you.” He said in a more gentle voice thing to coax you to him.

“Funny enough, in a boat right now on my way to Dressrosa. I’m about an hour away.” You replied with a nervous expression.

“Fufufu, good I’ll see you soon then. Are you just visiting or do you want to stay?” He asked slyly

“I’m not sure yet Doffy. All I know is that I need my family.” You admitted feeling too emotionally tired to hide your true feelings.

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.” Doflamingo stated as that sentence reminded you of the big fight the two of you had when you first started dating crocodile. You then sighed trying to push down the thoughts of your husband down. “See you soon, y/n.” Your brother added before hanging up.

“Shit. What the hell did I just get myself into.” You admitted to yourself before you began packing your things getting ready to see your big brother again.

One hour later

You had finally arrived to Dressrosa. Taking your first steps off of the boat felt like you were waking home. The familiar warmth and sight of toys filled you with joy. However, the sheer number of them shocked you as you defiantly don’t remember there being this many. Shaking your head, you decided to put it in the back of your mind as you were dedicated to one thing and one thing only; your brother.

You began looking around for him thinking that he might be here to get you. However, knowing Doffy, he was not the kind of man to do that. You shook your head that this realizing that it had been some time since you had officially seen him and you seemed to have forgotten some of his manurisums.

“Well shit, I guess I’ve gotta walk there.” You spoke to yourself.

And so you went in the direction of the castle that sat upon the plateau called the “Sunflower hill.” As you began your journey, suitcase in hand, you had walked out five minutes before you were surrounded by three men that seemed to be dressed as guards.

“Miss Donquixote, we are here to escort you to the palace by order of the king!” The guard in the middle declared handing me an official document with my brothers signature proving the legitimacy to this man’s words.

“I see. Thank you! Mind carrying my bags then?” I responded handing one of the other guards my suitcase before they could answer. I then walked past them desperate to get to my final destination.

“C-certainly!” The guard squeaked surprised at my boldness.

“Wait, miss Donquixote! We are suppose to escort you!” The last guard yelled

“Well escort me then I’m not interested in waiting any longer than I already have.” You snapped back not having any patience to deal with your brothers goonies at that moment. You then continued your fast pace not caring if they were actually escorting you or not.

“Yes ma’am!” All three of them responded as you heard them quicken their footsteps behind you. And soon enough they were in front of you “escorting” you to the palace.

After about an hour of walking, you had finally made it to your brothers palace. You smiled to yourself feeling surprisingly happy that you were going to see him after so many years. The palace hadn’t changed much since the last time you were here. With the exception of a few more shitty portraits of your brother.

“Miss Donquixote, please follow us to the throne room.” The guard holding your bag told you.

“Thank you!” You responded feeling slightly relieved that you were finally here.

The guard then lead you through a long hallway with red velvet carpet adorned with gold accents. The doors ahead that opened to the throne room was solid gold and stood wall length. The other two guards then stood on both sides of the doors. As the two massive opened you were greeted with the strange and malicious smile of your older brother; Donquixote Doflamingo.

“Too you long enough my sweet sister.” Doflamingo smiled crossing his legs as he sat upon his massive golden throne wearing his signature pink feathered coat.

“My bad, your guards got in my way.” You joked walking up to him with a small smile on your face.

“Fufufu I’ll deal with them later.” He spoke looking down at you with his smile never fading from his face.

“It’s good to see you brother.” You admitted not interested in starting any small talk with him knowing full well it would go absolutely no where.

“You as well dear one. It’s been so long. Why don’t we catch up in private?” He asked although knowing him, it definitely wasn’t a question. “Why don’t we talk in my office?” He added as he got up from his massive throne and began walking.

“Sure thing.” You responded as you followed.

Soon the two of you arrived to his office. Once there, the two of you sat across from each other in big office chairs. His looked perfect for him while your looked like it was about to swallow you whole. His office was huge and like the rest of the decor of the castle, it was adored with good trimmings and beautiful paintings. One of the paintings in particular caught your eye. It was a painting of you and both of your brothers. With them standing side by side with you in the middle. The sight of that painting made your heart ache. You hadn’t seem your other brother in an ever longer time than you had seen Doflamingo.

“He’s still missing y/n.” Doflamingo chimed in once he took notice you weren’t paying any attention to him.

“I know, it’s been far too long. I barely remember him.” You spoke seldomly

“What do you remember?” He asked as he leaned in closer to you.

“That he was kind, quiet, and extremely clumsy.” You replied reminiscing in your head about the time he somehow slipped sitting down. You chuckled at that thought which, not to your awareness, made Doflamingo jealous.

“Yes he was, but onto business.” He said doing his best to hide his annoyed tone and trying to give you a sweet and loving smile instead.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. What would you like to know?” You asked him leaning back into your massive chair.

“Everything, start from the beginning. I need to know how much that mother fucker hurt you and if I need to kill him or not.” He sneered smiling in anticipation.

“I’ll tell you everything as long as you agree not to kill him.” You responded quickly trying not to get your ex husband kill despite your hatred for him. You were so glad in that moment that you took on more of the personality of your other brother.

“Deal, just tell me everything.” He replied in an annoyed tone.

“Fine, so it all started about a little over a week ago…” You started.

Meanwhile…

The news of Arabasta’s war conflict coming to an end and Crocodiles reign over was sweeping the nation and the world by storm. The news that “white chase” Smoker of the marines had defeated the infamous pirate became one of speculation and pride to the Marines. The king was respected once more and the lost princess Vivi went back to her kingdom once more. It was a joyous occasion as the chains that held Arabasta captive were finally broken. However, there was one in particular that was not gladdened with the news; Sir Crocodile.

There he sat in a large Marine ship with sea prism stone cuffs on both his hands and feet. Blood still on his face from his recent battle with the rookie “Straw Hat” Luffy. Crocodile was defeated through and through. Both mind and body spent as not only did his plans fail, but the one thing he held dear to him was now gone too, due to his own personal failure. The area of the ship he was in was dark and smelled of rats and moldy sea water.

“Damn marines, don’t even know how to clean properly.” He spoke to himself with a raspy voice.

His head leaned forward as he tried to make himself comfortable in these shitty conditions. However, he had no luck as he was so use to his luxurious ways. His constant cigar was gone so he couldn’t even find a slight comfort in that. Crocodile then sighed feeling tired from the sea prism stone cuffs that he was bound in. As his power felt like it was gone completely. He hated this feeling, he hated being weak, but most importantly he hates knowing that he lost. He hates himself for the words that he spoke to you when he should’ve been kind to you. You were(are) his wife and he loves you more than anything.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He spoke softly to himself as though he was speaking to you.

Where were you now? Were you safe? Did you still love him? These questions kept repeating in his tired mind as he sat and sat for what felt like an eternity. He knew where he was going, but in that moment all his mind wanted to think of was you. Your smile, your eyes, your body, your kindness, your love. You were the only comfort he had in that moment and he knew that you’d be the only comfort he would have in Impel Down.

“What the hell is she going to think?” He questioned remembering that he had never told you the full extent of his plan and the full truth as to why you were in Arabasta in the first place. All he told you was that it was the best place for the two of you to make money and you accepted. “Shit!” He yelled out slamming his hand and hook down on the floor.

“Hey! Keep it down in there!” One of the marine guards called out to him. To which Crocodile glared at him making the marine guard shiver. “S-sorry!” He stuttered out.

“Whatever.” Crocodile spoke leaning back against the wall and sighing.

He knew he fucked up badly. He knew the chance of you taking him back as your husband was slim, but he didn’t care. He loved you in his twisted but genuine way. You were his and he was yours and he needed you back in his arms. You were his salvation is this fucked up world. Crocodile then in that moment, no matter what, decided he would find a way to be by your side once more and he simply didn’t care how.

“Prepare the prisoner for transfer to Impel down!” Another guard shouted to Crocodiles.

“Yes sir!” The marine saluted. “You heard him p-prisoner. Stand up!” The guard stuttered.

“Sure.” Crocodile smiled sending another wave of nerves down the guard’s spine.

Now that crocodile was standing he fully now realized just how tired he was. However, that didn’t matter now. Now, he would have to endure literal hell for god knows how long. But, he knew no matter how long no matter how much they would put him through in that place, it would be more than worth it just to see you once again.

“Y/n, I’ll find you my darling.” He whispered is mind returning to nothing but sweet thought of you and he began walking straight into hell.

Back To You…

“And that’s what happened and why I’m here now.” You spoke finishing your story.

“I know you told me I shouldn’t kill him, but the events that you just told me make me think he deserves it.” Doflamingo spoke through gritted teeth as his fists were tightly squeezed together.

“His death really wouldn’t make me feel any better you know.” You bit back annoyed that he even thought to bring this up again.

“It would make me feel better.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes at his comment.

“I know it would.” You sighed. “I just don’t wish to see him. I can’t, especially after leaving the way I did.” You admitted as you started to feel slightly sad once more.

“Good, you won’t and I’ll make damn sure of it. You left because you knew you needed better and so you came to me. I’ll make sure you find someone worthy of a woman of your caliber, that’s a promise.” Doflamingo declared feeling righteous.

“I’m not looking to move on yet Doffy…” you said looking down at you hands as your eyes began to blur. “I just can’t.” You added as your heart ached with the memory of your husband.

“Fine, but you will one day, promise me.” Doflamingo spoke seriously

“I promise.” You replied. Although not fully meaning it as your heart still belonged to your husband despite how shitty he was.

“Good girl. Now you should go see the rest of the family I know they’re excited-”Doflamingo began

“Young master! Young master!” A guard burst in holding a newspaper exclaimed.

“Dammit what?!” Your brother barked back with visible anger.

“S-sorry, young master, b-but you need to r-read the news!” He stuttered handing Doflamingo the newspaper.

Your brother scanned it, reading it carefully not fully believing the article. You noticed a mix of confusion and excitement on his face as his familiar smile grew in size. It seemed like forever until he finally finished reading. Once he did, he gave you a smug grin as he handed you the paper that caused his amusement. He knew full well that this would fully shock you. So much so that you would most likely stay with him forever.

You took the paper from him and began reading. However, by the headline, you were already confused and horrified. A gasp left your lips as you continued reading. The true horrors that your husband committed came to light. Mixed emotions were flooding you as you finished reading and shakily placed the news paper down. Angry tears flowed down your cheeks as you looked at your brother who gave you a sympathetic smile, one he knew would make you believe that he had no clue about Crocodiles plan.

“I can’t believe he would be this horrible.” Yoi cried out as you cradled your face and began to sob.

“He is a pirate y/n.” Doflamingo said coming closer to you.

“I know he is, but taking over a country and planning to destroy it. That’s so fucked!” You exclaimed as you felt large arms around your body.

“I know it is. Shhh. Everything will be okay.” Doffy reassured pulling you closer to him with a satisfied grin. “I did tell you he was trouble.” He added.

“I-I know. I just thought he told me everything. He promised that he had.” You spoke through choked tears.

Your brother didn’t respond as he simply didn’t know what to say. On one had he was satisfied that you were with him once again. And that he finally had all of his family in once place. As well as the face that he was almost certain you’d let him kill Crocodile now. However, he also felt a unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in his chest. He did love you and seeing you so upset made him feel slightly sympathetic and worry for you. He hated this feeling but chose to ignore his confused emotions as this is what you needed.

“What am I gonna do Doffy?” You whispered as your voice was beginning to hurt from all of the crying you had done.

“You’re going to say here with me, sweet y/n.” Doffy responded pulling away to look at you.

“How long?” You questioned.

“As long as you’d like to but if it were up to me you’d stay forever. We’re family and it’s high time we reminder that.” He told you grabbing your now puffy face and wiping your tears.

“You’re right! You’ve been right about everything!” You cried out “I’m sorry Doffy.” You whispered hugging him once again.

“That’s all in the past now.” He comforted “Why don’t we go see the rest of our family soon?” Doffy suggested

“I’d like that, thank you brother.” You spoke excitedly

“Good.” Doflamingo smiled smugly

Two Months Later…

Your life at this point was much improved. You were now apart of the family and even had some authority. It was great and you even opened a little flower shop near the castle that you ran, which Doflamingo agreed. You had also gone to therapy and opened up a lot about your marriage and about your own personal problems. You were much happier knowing that your husband was serving time for his heinous crimes.

However, during these past two months you realized that Crocodile’s absence would always leave a hole in your heart. Despite how awful he was to you, you did love him. You thought a lot about him and even began to miss him and the times that he was sweet and loving to you. Truthfully he was that way for the majority of your marriage.

Every day was hard, but Doffy and the family had made your days easier. You and baby 5 had gotten along well and you even helped her with her attachment issues and have tried to convince her to go to therapy. The rest of the family was hard to really get close with again, but you had tried your best. After all, they were people that you had been close with once upon a time.

Today, was quite hot in the beautiful kingdom of Dressrosa. You were tending to your flower shop, making sure that all of the displays were absolutely perfect. While you were focused on the task at hand, the bell to your shop went off alerting you of a customer. As you turned around you were greeted with the familiar face of Doflamingo.

“Hello there, what might you need today brother?” You smiled to him

“I assure you I’m not here for your beautiful flowers sweet sister, but I am here to let you know that’ll I’ll be gone for at least a week.” Doffy informed you as he crouched in your shop due to his enormous size.

“Where to?” You questioned

“There’s gonna be an execution. One for the pirate Portgus D. Ace, commander of the White Beard Pirates.” He said proudly.

“But that’s result in an all out war!” You told him perplexed by this information.

“Exactly. I’m ordered to go but really I wanna see how this will turn out! It’ll be a spectacle!” Doflamingo laughed making you cringe slightly

“I guess I’ll see you in a week then.” You responded trying to change the subject as you turned back to your flowers.

“Yes, you could come with me you know.” He suggested

“I’ve got work to do here. And besides who’s going to keep your family in shape while you’re gone.” You joked hanging your brother a blood red rose. He took it with a smile before placing it in his pocket.

“I suppose you could watch the broadcast.” He suggested

“Not really sure I wanna see all of that” you admitted feeling slightly sick at the thought of watching that boy die.

“Fair enough, but I do hope you will change your mind.” Doflamingo laughed slightly. “Take care of our family y/n. I’ll be back soon.” He spoke one last time before he left leaving you to your work.

“See you soon, brother.” You whispered as a strange feeling erupted in your chest. “This won’t end well.” You spoke to yourself as you continued w continued with your work.

A Few Days Later…

Doflamingo had arrived in MarineFord Mmmm a few days ago and already the war had begun. The theatrics were already amusing him as he watched the carnage. Pirate versus marine, the strongest versus the strongest. This war was right up his alley. Doflamingo only wished that you could be here to witness this, but hoped that you’d watching the transponder snail feed.

“Ah yes! Who is just the marines or the pairates! It doesn’t really matter this war will change the tides forever! Fufufufufu!” Doflamingo exclaimed happily.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Sudden voices yelled out from up above interrupting Doflamingo celebration.

“What the” Doflamingo spoke out looking up with a frown and then surprise at a massive marine ship somehow falling from the sky.

“Dammit, Ivankov!” A familiar gruff voice yell out in annoyance.

“Iva!” A child-like voice called out.

“We’re all gonna die!” Two male voices caked out in terror.

And just as fast as he heard those voices, they were sent plummeting down into the hole in the ice below that was made not too long ago. This spectacle was enough to catch the attention of everyone on the battlefield. Faces agape at the sight making the fighting stop.

“Dammit straw hat!” The same familiar gruff voice called only this time the person was much clearer.

“Well I’ll be dammed!” Doflamingo called out to none other than Sir Crocodile.

“Shit.” Crocodile whispered to himself

Doflamingo quickly made his way to Crocodile, killing random people on the way there. As he was approaching, he took notice of Crocodile’s sad attempt at attacking Whitebeard only to be stopped by both straw hat and one of Whitebeards commanders. Crocodile was sent flying backwards as blood dripped down his nose.

“Well hey there gatorboy!” Doflamingo greeted looking down at Crocodile.

“Doflamingo stay out of my business or else!” Crocodile but back wiping the blood from his nose.

“Your business! Fufufu! Your businesses is now thriving with me after you left her broken-hearted. ” Doflamingo laughed

“What the hell are you yapping about!”Crocodile responded

“Your dear wife came crying to me after she left you!” Doflamingo

“She’s in Dressrosa?” Crocodile questioned already starting to make a plan to go to you.

“Yes! Where she belongs.” Doflamingo spoke

“She’s my wife!” Crocodile barked

“And she’s my sister and I can assure you, you’ll never see her again!” Doflamingo laughed.

“Dammit Doflamingo! She’s mine!” Crocodile replied grabbing him by the shirt

“You know she might be watching gator boy! Wouldn’t want to let her see you assault her brother, would you now? Fufufu!” Doflamingo teased

Crocodile then promptly let him go feeling nervous that you might be watching. Anxiety then crept and he decided then that he’d better act right hoping that maybe you’d see that he was a better man than the last time you had seen him.

“Damn, didn’t realize my sweet sister had such a tight leash on you gator boy.” Doflamingo joked

“Maybe I just want to my wife to see the man she deseves.” Crocodile whispered sadly

“Let’s just hope she’s looking then.” Doflamingo responded seriously confused at Crocodiles change in demeanor.

Meanwhile, back to you a few moments earlier…

You had completed your work for the day. As you closed your flower shop and made your way back to the castle you thought of your brother mentioning the broadcast at marineford and how anyone could view it if they had a video transponder snail, to which the castle did.

“Fuck it.” You whispered realizing that you were very much in fact interested in what would happen.

And thus, as you walked into the castle you set your sights on the room you knew had what you needed. As you made your way there you wondered what was going on now and what did you miss. You felt as though something happened that you had to see. Something that could change everything for you and you had no idea why yet. So, as you arrived at the room you immediately started to turn on the video transponder snail in hopes that the broadcast would work. After a little trial and error you got the massive snail working and connected to the one at Marine ford. The feed started playing and immediately you saw the massive battle that had happened and was now continuing. Pirate versus marine, the best verses the best. This was, in your mind, the war that would determine the change the world forever.

“The fucking brutality.” You spoke out eyes glued to the screen.

You noticed your brother in the corner of the screen laughing and saying some big speech that you agreed with and then;seemingly out of nowhere, a missive ship crash landed in a almost too perfect opening in the ice below. You gasped at the sight not realizing what had just happened. It was bizarre to be sure but was most bizarre was the reaction your brother had to it. He was quick to leave his post and go to the action.

“What the hell is he doing?” You wondered knowing something like this was not likely to make your brother leave the comfort of his stand. He is a king after all.

You watched your brother closely as he landed right before a giant man seemingly made of diamonds and someone who had just gotten punched by him. The video was hard to see due to all of the fight king and debris in the air. But with further focus you finally realized the reason for Doflmingos haste and why he would even be remotely interested in leaving from his viewing spot. It was a person; a person still so dear to you and who you still loved deeply, much to your own disappointment.

“Crocodile?” You whispered to yourself feeling like the world itself had stopped.

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[child-of-helios]

Calypso x Leo SUCKS, here is why

Look, I get why that sounds harsh, and it is, but hear me out.

First and most importantly, Calypso is a pedophile. We see her fall in love with 14 year old Percy, then 15/16 year old Leo. Already weird, right? And look, if we got some explanation as to why it would ever be okay for a titaness who is thousands of years old to fall in love with CHILDREN, maybe I could see past it.

BUT in the odyssey myth, Odysseus was MUCH older than a teenager. He was already noted to be an old wise king (who was old enough to feign madness from old age) at the START of the Trojan war. Now that war lasted 10 years and add to that the multiple years he spent traveling to Ithaca, and you got an old-ass man. So either Calypso was already a mature adult, or a child thirsting after some old dude. Sure, it happens, but weird. Let's not forget that Odysseus was married and very much still in love with his WIFE Penelope, but Calypso basically kept him hostage on her island and would not let him leave at all.

Now let's get to Percy, he got blamed for not making sure that the gods kept their promise??? Good sir that is a 16 year old who just got out of a WAR and had his memory stolen, of course he didn't check with the gods. ITS NOT HIS RESPONSIBILITY! He shouldn't be held accountable. Also let me remind you that Calypso wanted him when he was 14. Not a good look.

And finally, we get to Leo. Poor poor Leo. A boy who was oh-so starved for love that he took anything he could get, and that's my explanation as to why Calypso x Leo ever happened. Honestly, I adored Leo. I had a crush on him (still kinda do shhh), I won't lie. However, I also adored Annabeth but since her and Percy are amazing together, I could get behind Percabeth. But Caleo? Hell no. Sure, they have a fun dynamic, but it's more of a sibling dynamic in my opinion. I would've rather had Leo x Khione or something. Maybe Leo x Echo cause that would've been adorable. But Caleo??? No. He should've never gone back for her. Leave her to rot.

Secondly, Calypso is simply a jerk. And I'm the type of person who adores asshole characters when done right. Octavian is great because he's an irredeemable asshole AND he gets karma. But Calypso? She's a bitch and gets such a kindhearted boyfriend in return. Like I said, she tried to pressure a (married) man into sleeping with her and is simply a dick to Leo (HER BOYFRIEND) and I could understand if they were siblings, cause siblings are dicks to eachother with love underneath, but she just sucks. She immediately hated him, which she has reason to do after what happened to her, but even after that she was just horrible to Leo. I seriously don't see why he loves, likes, or even tolerates her.

In conclusion, I hate what Rick did to Leo. I adore his stories like no other (which is why I'm so passionate about this), but he really fumbled the bag here. Calypso is just not a good fit for Leo.

Personally I really do prefer Leo x Jason, Leo x Nico or even Leo x Echo. And yes it does sound weird for me to say that considering that I call Calypso a pedo, but I could see Echo not being able to age normally because of being stuck with Narcissus. Echo x Leo is in my opinion much better than Calypso x Leo.

Um sorry- that was really mean but I needed to say that.

On a lighter note I saw this really long worm which was cool! :D

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

"WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS. " he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS, yes, that's right t-this feelings will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

[The end is so fucking random]

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I know this is kinda shit but... THIS IS THE BEST I COULD DO OKAY!?

[jesswritesthat]

Iwaizumi Hajime: Brothers’ Best Friend

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: 2.5k, fluff

• It can be hard when you catch feelings for your brother best friend, but the least you can do is be mature about it and turn it into a game.

Warnings: a few insults

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Iwaizumi Hajime had been 5 things to you over the years, some you'd regretted, many you'd denied, but there's 1 he'd finally accept.

———

He was your ‘brothers’ best friend.

Even from a young age, Iwaizumi Hajime had always captured your interest - most would often sway towards Oikawa but considering he was your older brother figure as your families were quite close, you saw quite enough of him already.

To anyone, your favouritism was evident, including to Oikawas' parents who regularly took you to collect Tōru from his Volleyball club practices.

Gingerly you walked past the child players who varied in height but were all taller than you, some recognising you and side stepping so you could locate your targets faster.

All while Tōrus older sister filmed the humorous ritual. You strolled toward the familiar pair, Oikawa immediely breaking into a blinding smile and picking you up with a prideful greeting. Iwaizumi halted beside his partner whilst he lifted you (there was only 2 years between you but at this age you'd yet to grow).

However, it was not your brother you wanted - no, he held you in his arms only for you pout and kick in his grasp.

Adhering to his childish personality, the cute Setter scoffed whilst mumbling curses as he passed you to his best friend who had his arms open already, used to this familiar favouritism behaviour - a smug look sent to his partner as you settled immediately with a content grin.

Happily you allowed Hajime to manoeuvre you to a piggy back position and carry you over to your amused family.

"This'll be good blackmail in the future y'know, I think for all of you~" Tōrus sister finally pressing stop on the recording, you supposed that at her age she had it out for her 'siblings'.

———

He was a crush.

A phase you'd told yourself, just some ridiculous school girl crush that'd pass eventually because above all else, he was a good friend.

"Hi (Y/n), Iwaizumi is here y'know." Oikawas sister said it with a playful mirth to her silky tone, knowing smirk situated on her face upon seeing you light up.

"Iwa?! Really~"

"That's the guy you talk about, on the high school team with your 'brother' right?"

"Yes! You have to me him -them- c'mon." Eagerly you dragged your friend into the kitchen where the two volleyball players were conversing.

"Hey guys."

"Awh! Chibi-chan, did you miss me? I know I'm amaz—"

Fluently you ducked under his open arms, flying straight into the unsuspecting but easily prepared Iwaizumi who only groaned in reply.

"Tch, not as amazing as Iwa-chan apparently."

"You've grown (Y/n), and who’s your friend?"

"Yeah, that's how life generally works Iwaizumi, oh and this Yuki."

"Nice to meet you. Oi, careful, you sound like Crappykawa and one of those is enough thanks." Iwaizumi chided after introductions, leaving you shaking your head but excited to ask your next question.

"How was the game? God I can't wait to start Aobajohsai next year! I'll finally be able to watch you guys for real."

"We won 2-0. Next year you can come to our practices too. We still need a manager and since Crappykawa is going to be Captain, he might put in a good word."

"Not likely, especially since you'll take Iwas' side in everything." Oikawa sneakily replied, giving you a childish face which you naturally returned.

"That's because he's usually right Tōru."

Once finishing your conversation, you left for your own home like originally planned with Yuki, also glad she’d finally met the two most important people in your life.

“Wow, you’re big brother figure is really good looking~”

“Ew no, did you even meet Iwaizumi? He’s so cool, he’s the arm wrestling champion at Aobajohsai.”

“You know we don’t stand a chance, they’ll be thirds years whilst we’re first years.” She’d awkwardly added, but you remained charismatically confident.

“You’re not thinking ahead, I’ll have a chance one day but until then there’s a bunch of cute guys in our year.”

“Yes, speaking of, I finally got the courage to speak to Tadashi-kun today~”

———

He was a protector.

"Back. Off." Every word was deadly punctuated, standing as a warning all on their own without needed the back up of Iwaizumis dangerous glare.

"Who are you?!" The pestered had glowered, having followed you from your friends’ party that night.

"Take another step and you'll find out."

"Iwaizumi, it's fine— I can handle this." You had every intention to, but Iwaizumi stood protectively in front of you and fingers twitching to punch this scoundrel if he dared make a move to touch you, it was best to leave it.

"Whatever.” Then he was gone, storming off in the other direction much to your joint relief.

“(Y/n) you need to be more careful.”

“I was careful! That’s why I messaged Oikawa the second I noticed him following me.” Hold on, why the hell was Iwaizumi here then?

“Creeps will target students walking alone, especially ones like you.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m not and idiot an— what do you mean ‘like me’?”

“What? You’re, y’know— you’re ours!” He seemed stifled by his response but he couldn’t exactly tell you it’s because you were considered attractive.

"You can stop treating me like a baby, I'm 16 Hajime! I can take care of myself, besides..." There was brief hesitation but your emotions were too strong. "I need to get used to you and Tōru not being around, don't I?"

It was a low blow, you knew that, but had every right to be angry at both the world and him, especially with that bubbling feeling of betrayal being so fresh.

"What? So protecting you suddenly means I'm treating you like a child?"

"What else would it be?" You bit back again, knowing by this point you were only being hurtful.

"That I—" A pause.

"That I care about you dumbass, is that so hard to believe? I know you're growing up but that doesn't mean me -or Tōru- are gonna stop looking out for you just because we're on the other side of the world."

"Sure it doesn’t, I'm going home." Despite his words being full of honesty, you turned your back on him and started walking.

"I'll walk you."

"No, I'll walk myself thanks."

"It wasn't a request."

Eventually you arrived at Oikawas’ house, storming in and ditching your shoes in his porch - the pretty brunette heaving a knowing sigh. Oikawa would give you a minute, Iwa having now walked into the house moments after without a word, and that’s when Oikawa followed your path and hesitantly knocked on his own bedroom door for entry.

"Don't be mad at Iwa-chan."

"Yeah yeah 'he's only trying to look out for you' and 'Hajime is protective over people close to him', heard it all before Tōru." Came your muffled reply, face hidden in your arms on the setters bed.

"...Guess you have but uh, this is different."

"Tch."

"It's because he's going to miss you, our Ace won't ever admit that but it's true. Not seeing you and dealing with our chaos all the time will be weird for him. You were near the top of his list to tell once he’d made his decision about California y'know?" Tōru sat tentatively beside you, a reassuring hand patting your back in aid of comforting you.

"Doesn't make it hurt any less, finding out I'm not only losing my big brother but his best friend too."

"You're more upset about me though right?" There was a preganant pause, quite honestly you weren't exactly listening but it was enough for Oikawa to sit abruptly from the bed. "Right?!"

"Tōru!"

"Fine fine, I'm taking that as a yes, but anyway, Iwa-chan just wants to make sure you're gonna be okay in life before he leaves (Y/n)."

There was another silence, a quiet sob escaping you that you’d desperately tried to cover up.

"…Where were you? I needed you Tōru and you weren’t there…"

You felt him cease up, the pain laced your voice and he knew it was partly because it’ll be this way for the foreseeable future, but this time wasn’t his fault.

“Iwa-chan was here when I got your message, he was out the house before I could even put my shoes on. So I waited here for when you came back.” They really were the best team. “Anyway, I’ll prepare my sisters old room for you to stay tonight.”

Awkwardly you shuffled into the kitchen, finding the Ace situated at the table, already changed into a t-shirt and joggers he had here and tiredly brooding over some freshly made tea.

"Hey..." The quietened whisper from your lips surprised even you, let alone Hajime who looked up from his cup with a softening frown.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I um, I wanted to apologise. You were only trying to help and you even walked me home after I was a crappy friend so..."

"Anytime." There was a hanging silence again, hugging yourself a bit before the brunette awkwardly cleared his throat. "I uh, I understand you were upset, and butting in on the situation probably wasn't necessary so I'm sorry too. It just pissed me off."

"We're good then?"

"Yeah, we're good."

Pausing at the entrance, you sighed quietly - bare feet quickly tapping on the floor and before Hajime could check the origin you'd engulfed him from behind, arms wrapped around his chest and nose buried in the nape of his neck.

"I'll miss you too Hajime."

You heard his breath hitch, muscles tensing under your touch and tentative fingers gracing your own with a gently sigh.

Then you pulled away slightly, the same moment he'd looked back to you, gazes meeting for only a few sacred seconds like sharing a thousand words. Softly you smiled, both of you laughing as your fingers slipped from his figure and you'd walked back to the guest room. Only to find Oikawa sat expectantly on the bed waiting for you.

"You tell him?"

"Not quite. But I said enough."

———

He was a traitor.

Not a phase. It must be a familiarity thing then, Hajime had always been present in your life since you could remember. There wasn't a prolonged period of time when he hadn't been involved - at school, at home, with Oikawa, even on vacations, or via social media.

Maybe once he'd left, once he was no longer around, the constant familiarity wouldn't influence your feelings anymore.

For now though, when you were gifted a moment alone with him that’d likely be your last, you decided it couldn’t hurt to express your feelings. Calmly and nonchalantly.

"I like you Hajime."

"I like you too (Y/n)." He paused, soft and sentimental smile gracing his lips briefly as if resenting his next words. "But you know there's the age thing."

"I know, but I'm in it for the long game."

You could tell your confident statement caught him off guard, yes Iwaizumi knew the topic of conversation was to be handled with care but that didn’t mean he wasn’t perplexed by you.

"I don't want you to wait for me or anything, considering I'm heading to California."

"I had no intention of waiting, our paths will cross again. It's nice knowing you're out there, I'm out there, and we both know. That's enough." You shrugged, leaning back far too casually for the situation.

"Knowing we're both out in the world, I can play along with that."

"Besides, I'll win in the end Hajime."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure."

There was a playful smirk on your lips as you sat up a little straighter, hands clasped and head tilted in curiosity. "Well, date me now?"

"No way."

"Okay, then date me later?"

"..." Despite his snapping reply earlier, he now furrowed his brows in thought. "You don't even know what we'll being doing in the future."

"You're not saying no."

"..." A flicker of realisation when meeting your competitive gaze.

"See." You smirked. "That's what makes so sure."

"The long game huh?" Iwaizumi smiled "Count me in."

Oikawa joined you both then, stepping out onto the field and standing before your sitting figures.

"I'm still going to hate you though." A playful punch hitting Iwaizumis’ shoulder as you rose to your feet. "For leaving. I can't hide those feelings very well."

"I know, and it's okay. Hate me for as long as you need to."

“You two done? Let’s go~”

However it was the text later that night which left you more confused than ever.

[ Iwa: Finally. ]

[ (Y/n): Huh? ]

[ Iwa: I didn't give you an answer earlier, so that's it. ]

[ Iwa: Date you finally. ]

[ (Y/n): What does that mean? Eventually??? Later??? Iwaaaaa!!!! 😭 ]

[ Iwa: You're playing the long game remember?  So you'll just have to wait I guess. Anyways tell Shittykawa he better be up early tomorrow, night (Y/n) x ]

[ (Y/n): Tōrus' right, you are mean! 💀 ]

———

He was a friend.

"Someone grew up good." Iwaizumi nodded to you in greeting when you’d shown up to Oikawas’ family home, yourself gladly embracing the former traitor.

"Iwa-chan! That's my little chibi-chan!" Oikawa was quick to chastise, even at your expense.

"Tōru I'm not so little anymore, I'm a grown assed human with a job and rent for crying out loud!"

"With a petty attitude to boot." Oikawa mocked, sticking his tongue at you like you were children again.

"Wonder who they got that from Crappykawa?"

"How dare you compare me to him Iwaizumi?! That's it, we're enemies now - prepare to lose."

"I just got back from California, can't we do things normally for once? Like unpack, then celebrate my graduation by going out for dinner together like old times?"

Yourself and Oikawa looked at each other with offended expressions, mirroring smirks etching onto your lips once you'd set your attention back on an irritated Iwa.

"Nope!" You devilishly grinned, Oikawa already holding up Mario Kart controllers as he finished off.

"We're going to my place to have a tournament, loser buys dinner!"

"Idiots."

“Woah, us ‘idiots’ threw you a graduation party. We’re the best friends ever, you should be thanking rather than insulting us y’know.” Oikawa pointedly corrected referring to the destination later tonight.

“Yeah, when Tōru got back from the airport, we even tried making you a cake!”

“Guys… thanks so much…”

“Iwa-chan, congratulations on your graduation.” Tōru proudly cemented, next you gladly followed. “And welcome home.”

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He was the love of your life.

It was a beautiful summers night in Tokyo, and you'd come to congratulate Iwaizumi on his recent job offer as the Japanese Olympic Volleyball Teams fitness trainer.

You didn't think you'd be sitting beside him staring up at the stars though, a blissful warm breeze allowing you to truly feel the moment.

It seemed Iwaizumi was the same, content smile upon his face.

"It's nice to see you (Y/n), I'm glad you made it."

"Well it's easier when you don't have to catch a flight from the other side of the world." It was evident to whom you’d referred, his absence always being felt in some way.

"Heh, yeah I got to speak to him over video chat though."

"Ugh that means he didn't get the slaps he deserves." Was your witty reply, Iwaizumi laughing alongside you.

"Nah, but don't worry I managed to scold him for anything ridiculous he came out with."

"Like beating everyone?"

"Exactly. With the team I'm gonna train, I'll kick his ass." It amazed you, that even as best friends their rivalry continued into adulthood.

"I hope you both do well Hajime."

"Hm, I hope Japan and Argentina get to face one another most of all."

"You miss him."

"Yeah." A sentimental smile and Iwa turned to you. "And I miss you too."

The atmosphere once again settled into that of comfortable tranquility. You supposed there was only one last thing to say then.

"Well Iwaizumi Hajime, I have one last question for you tonight."

"I know, you've been waiting. So go ahead." It was a challenge, the brunette facing you with an expectant smirk that matched your own.

"Date me now?"

"Don't you remember? I said date you, finally."

"Finally?" You mimicked again, still not knowing what he’d meant by that phrase.

"Guess the long game is over now huh?" Iwaizumi shrugged nonchalantly, despite his mocking tone which only left you sarcastically retorting.

"Shut up asshole."

"It meant, I may not have been your first love (Y/n), but I have every intention of being your last." His sentiment surprised you, especially if this is the thought he had when typing that text all those years ago. "If that's okay with you obviously."

"It is Hajime, then it's your call."

"(Y/n), will you finally go on a date with me?"

"No." You'd said it proudly, Hajime only knowingly smirking. "You don't get to take the victory lap now. This is my game, and I asked you first. You owe me an answer."

"Ah man, it was worth a shot but the only true loss here is missing the chance to be with you so yeah."

"Don't get all sappy on me Hajime! It doesn't suit you."

"Hey! I said I'd date you (Y/n), aren't I supposed to be a little sentimental with that." Though he seemed confident, Iwaizumi hadn’t hidden his blush very well.

"You might want to make another call to Oikawa, I'm sure dating his 'Chibi-chan' will have him back here in no time. Don't you need his permission huh?"

"Already got it." Iwaizumi seemed smug about it, no doubt probably asking prior to this encounter since he already knew what you wanted to ask - but you had your own surprises.

"Funny, I did too."

"You asked his permission to date me?!"

"Duh, you're his best friend. I got permission before you even left for California~"Not explicitly, but you assumed Oikawa had always known how you felt.

"You really had me from the start didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you had me too Iwa.”

Iwaizumi Hajime was (and had been) your everything. But you were always his everything too.

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[bebe-writes-stuff]

"I hate my life, but I'll never admit it. I guess shame plays a role, but mostly I keep quiet for their sake. Life's unfair; I accepted that a long time ago. But I can't keep blaming everything on that unfairness; it's just part of my life now."

It was a daily routine she had forced herself to accept and get used to. Every morning, she woke up early to make breakfast for her two younger siblings. She would get them up, dressed, and ready for school, then walk them there. After returning home, she cooked a simple breakfast for herself, the last meal before facing her own day. She prepared for her own challenges, getting dressed and ready for school, and finally locked up their small, one-bedroom apartment before leaving.

"Hey, Y/N-chan!" Her friend, who walked the same path to school every day, called out. This caused her to stop, turn, and greet her with a forced smile.

Despite being Hina's upperclassman and older by two years, she found herself running into Hina quite often.

"Hey, Hina," she quietly said with a nod, noticing the concern that quickly clouded Hina's face.

"Did you get enough sleep last night, Y/N? You look tired. I have some water here. Drink up." Hina handed her a water bottle, which she raised her hand to refuse.

"It's alright, I'm fine. I was just working extra late yesterday. I'll manage," she politely declined, not used to accepting anything from anyone, even something as simple as a bottle of water.

"Wow, you're working really hard, Y/N. I've always admired that about you. You're so cool!" Hina chirped.

"Yeah, I guess I do," she muttered, before hearing a distant yell.

"Hinata!"

They both stopped in their tracks and turned to see a breathless boy, probably having run to catch up with them. He had messy yellow-blonde hair and a disheveled school uniform. Y/N took it as her chance to continue her walk to school alone.

"I'll let you be with your boyfriend now. It was good talking to you, though," she quickly said before walking a little faster, leaving them behind.

She let out a sigh of relief as she arrived early to class, immediately taking out her math textbook to review the day's lesson. This was her routine before class started and before any of her classmates arrived. Since she didn't have time to study after school because of her job, she used every morning to teach herself the material and complete her homework.

"Wow, already getting to work, L/N. You really are a hard worker. That's a good trait to have, especially rare to see in someone so young," her teacher remarked, accustomed to seeing her as the first one in class as always.

Day after day seemed to pass quickly. The school day was almost over, and there was little she looked forward to—except for seeing her siblings, of course. That was the highlight of her day. She would walk from her school to pick them up, make sure they got home safely, then head to her job and finish the day as usual.

"Well, that's the bell. You guys have a great rest of your day." The teacher finally said as the school bell rang signaling it was time to go. 

She was always the first to pack her things and head out before the hallways got crowded. She quickly sprinted, heading for her younger brother's school first. Being a third-year student herself, he was still a first-year being 14, and her youngest sister, who was in elementary school. 

The sky was overcast as she arrived at her brother's school gates, a slight chill in the air hinting at the approaching evening. She waited... and waited... until impatience began to gnaw at her. She called out to one of the kids leaving.

"Hey, um, do you know where Kenji is?" she asked, sounding a bit awkward.

The kid looked up from his iPod. "Huh, Kenji? Oh, I saw him earlier. Some upperclassmen dragged him off somewhere. I'm not really sure though. Who are you?"

Panic gripped her heart. She left the kid confused and quickly started searching for her brother. She knew all too well that when upperclassmen dragged a younger kid away, it usually ended badly. She had to find him before it was too late, before he got hurt.

"Dammit, dammit, GODDAMMIT," she muttered, her mind racing as she began running around the nearby parks and alleys by the school. "They couldn't have gotten that far."

The wind picked up, rustling the leaves around her and adding to her sense of urgency. Every shadow seemed threatening as she scanned the area, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Kenji before anything terrible happened.

As she rounded a corner, she heard the unmistakable sounds of kids bullying someone. Her heart pounded as she hurried closer, the voices becoming clearer. She realized with a sinking feeling that it was her brother, Kenji, who was getting beat up.

"You think you're tough, huh? Hand over the money!" one of the bullies demanded.

Kenji's voice was shaky. "I don't have any more. Please, just leave me alone."

Fury surged through her as she got closer and saw the scene: three upperclassmen surrounding Kenji, forcing him to buy them drinks and physically beating on him. She recognized her own hard-earned money being stolen from her brother.

"Hey! Get away from him, fucking dickheads!" she yelled, her voice filled with malice.

The bullies turned, startled. Their matching jackets bore the emblem of the "Tokyo Manji Gang." They seemed taken aback by her fierce glare and the anger radiating from her.

One of the bullies sneered, "And who are you?"

"I'm his sister. Now get lost before I bust all of your asses right now," she threatened, her voice dripping with venom.

The bullies hesitated, clearly intimidated by her presence.

"Let's go," one of them muttered, and they began to back off.

As they retreated, one of them tossed a parting comment over his shoulder, "We'll catch you later. Your sister can't protect you forever, punk!"

She ignored the taunt and rushed to Kenji's side, kneeling down to check if he was okay.

"Kenji, are you hurt?" she asked, her voice softening with concern.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, though he looked shaken. "Thanks, sis."

She hugged him tightly, feeling a mix of relief and anger. "Let's get you home. Don't worry, okay? I'll figure something out and patch you up."

As they walked home together, she kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, determined to protect her brother and make sure those gangsters wouldn't bother him again.

With Kenji in tow, Y/N hurried to their youngest sister's elementary school. When they arrived, little Reina was waiting outside, her eyes lighting up when she saw her siblings.

"Hi, Y/N! Hi, Kenji!" Reina chirped, running up to them.

"Hey, Reina," Y/N said with a smile, taking her hand. "Let’s get home."

Once they were home, Y/N set Reina up with a cartoon show on her computer to keep her occupied. Then, she turned her attention to Kenji, gently cleaning and bandaging his cuts and bruises.

"Kenji, what happened today?" she asked softly, trying to keep her voice calm.

Kenji hesitated, looking down. "I've become a slave to the Tokyo Manji Gang. They force me to spend money on them and made me join a fight club. They bet on me and I get beat up so they can win money."

Y/N felt fury boiling inside her, but she kept her expression calm. "How long has this been going on?" she asked, her voice tight.

Kenji shrugged, his eyes welling up with tears. "A few months. I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you'd worry."

Y/N clenched her fists, trying to suppress her anger. "You should have told me sooner. We’ll figure this out together. Don't worry about anything anymore, okay? I'll take care of it," she reassured him, trying to sound confident. "Now, let’s eat."

She prepared a meal for both her siblings, setting the table and making sure they had everything they needed. As they ate, she kept an eye on Kenji, noting the bruises and the tired look in his eyes. She felt a surge of protectiveness and determination.

After dinner, Y/N headed to work at a nearby café. The café was bustling with customers when two young guys, about her age, walked in. She overheard their conversation and caught their names—Mikey and Draken.

"Mikey, you think we'll see any action tonight?" Draken asked, leaning against the counter.

"Who knows," Mikey replied, glancing around the café. His eyes landed on Y/N, and he nudged Draken. "Hey, check her out. She's pretty cute."

Y/N, focused on her work, didn’t notice their attention. She served them with a polite smile, not engaging in conversation.

After her long shift, Y/N changed into her simple regular clothes: Just a regular white top with jeans and a pair of flats, not that she had much clothes to begin with. On her way home, she noticed a few guys wearing the same uniform as the gangsters from earlier. Remembering her promise to protect Kenji, she decided to follow them.

They led her to a shrine, where hundreds of gang members were gathered. She sneaked around, looking for the guys who had beaten up her brother. Just as she thought she spotted them, she failed to notice a member who had detected the ruckus in the bushes. He approached her from behind and caught her.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered, gripping her arm tightly.

Y/N’s heart raced, but she met his gaze with defiance. "Let go of me," she demanded, her voice steady.

The guy smirked, tightening his grip. "You think you can just sneak around here without getting caught? Who are you?"

"None of your business," Y/N shot back, trying to yank her arm free.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her face. "You’ve got guts, but that won't help you here."

Before he could say more, another voice called out, "Hey, what's going on over there?"

Before Y/N could react, the gang member dragged her roughly through the throng of Tokyo Manji Gang members, pushing her all the way to the front. The leader, none other than Mikey—the guy from the café—stood there, a look of confusion on his face. Beside him was another familiar figure: Takemichi, Hina's boyfriend. Y/N's heart sank, recognizing him as someone she never expected to see in a gang.

Eyes narrowing as he took in Y/N, Mikey said, "What brings you here?"

Y/N glanced around, noticing the expectant stares from the gang members. Among them was a strong-looking girl with short hair, her cute appearance at odds with the tough crowd. Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself.

"I’m here because of my brother," she began, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. "Some of your members have been using the gang's name to extort money and torment innocent people. My brother, Kenji, is one of their victims. They forced him to join a fight club where he gets beat up for their bets."

Mikey's eyes widened slightly, a mixture of shock and curiosity on his face. "Is that so?"

Y/N continued, "I won't let it slide. I'll stand against all of you if I have to, to protect my brother."

Mikey raised an eyebrow, impressed by her determination. "Call them out," he ordered.

Y/N pointed to the three boys who had bullied her brother. They reluctantly stepped forward, smirking confidently.

"Is this true?" Mikey asked, his tone dangerously calm.

One of the bullies sneered, "Yeah, it's true. That little pussy deserves everything he gets. He's weak and a loser. If anything, he deserves to die."

Another bully added, "Mikey, you'll side with us any day over some random bitch who interrupted our meeting."

Y/N's blood boiled. She stepped forward, fists clenched. "You think you're so tough? Let's see how you handle someone who fights back."

Without warning, she launched herself at the nearest bully, landing a solid punch to his jaw. She moved with precision and fury, taking down the three boys with a series of well-placed strikes. The fight was swift and brutal, and by the end, the bullies lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Mikey watched, a mixture of amusement and admiration in his eyes. Some of the other gang members cheered Y/N on, clearly impressed by her courage and skill.

Breathing heavily, Y/N stood over the fallen bullies. "I'm done here. I don't need anything else from you," she declared, turning to leave.

As she walked away, Mikey called out, "Bye, Y/N. I'll see you later."

Y/N paused, glancing back at him with a puzzled expression. Why would she ever see him again? But she didn't have time to ponder. She needed to get home and take care of her brother.

The night was cool, with a light breeze rustling the trees around the Musashi Shrine. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the scene. As Y/N made her way home, she couldn't shake the feeling that her encounter with the Tokyo Manji Gang was far from over.

Back at their small apartment, she found Kenji and Reina waiting for her. Kenji looked up, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay, sis?"

"I'm fine," she assured him, giving him a reassuring smile. "Everything's going to be okay."

She knew she had made an impression on Mikey and the gang, but what that meant for the future remains uncertain. For now, she focused on protecting what's left of her family.

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should I continue this? part 2? also yall I'm backkk, school is over finallyyy

[deathbxnny]

Ik i already sent a request to you but.. once you said you’re also accepting JJK requests. I just had to. I hope you dont mind this

Ok so im not into JJK as much as i am into Genshin and HSR and all but im aware of season 1 plot and some of season 2. But can i request Gojo and Geto with an underclassmen who they have a sibling like relationship die and came back as a curse spirit? (While this request have them together, you can make them seperate if you want)

Here the context:

So the reader is a year below Gojo and Geto. After some time since you guys met, the two of them sees the reader as their cute little sibling and in return the reader sees them as their cool big brothers. All was fine until the reader died from a mission. How did the reader die? They dont know. Both of them werent told how the reader died but if there’s one thing they were sure of, the reader wasnt killed by Jujutsu. Because what other explanations do they have when they see you come back as a vengeful spirit? A vengeful spirit they need to take out.

So in the JJK wiki, it is said that “Sorcerers must also be killed with Jujutsu or they can become a vengeful cursed spirit after death” Which makes a very good angsty sceanrio dont you think?

Hope you have a great day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hey there, Flower anon!! I absolutely love this idea, and thank you very much for the tasty angst. I've been itching to write some jjk angst, haha. Also, regarding your other request for the second part to the Lyney x reader one-shot, just know that I will make it in a separate post to your ask due to formatting issues! But either way, I hope you meanwhile enjoy this!<33

Content: Heavy angst, platonic relationships, Geto is deeply depressed, Gojo is in denial, hurt/no comfort, reader is a year younger than both of them, vague descriptions of readers death, mentions of blood/injuries, vague descriptions of jjk canon violence, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

Inspired by the song "Death" by Melanie Martinez

((Not fully proofread))

Back from the dead.

At first, you appeared in the flickers of lights, in the corners of mirrors, in the shadows casted by trees and their own bodies, in reflections of windows and water, in gruesome, awful dreams.

And then you began being there in larger ways. You'd stand behind them, follow them around, no matter where they went, no matter where they looked, you were right there.

It was easy to ignore you at first, act like you didn't exist, like you were just a part of their traumatised, exhausted imagination. When was the last time they had slept properly? Perhaps the day before your funeral. Your face was plastered everywhere, a smile gracing it like it always did, an excited, pure one for a sorcerer. But there was nothing to be excited about anymore.

Maybe that's why you looked so sad now, as you stood in front of them in this classroom that was reserved for people a year older than you'll ever be.

Suguru wondered if you felt guilty for taking the color of their world away with you when you died.

"You know... denial never suited you, 'toru." You whispered quietly to Satoru, breaking this suffocating silence at last. Your body leaned against the desk a row in front of him. It all felt so casual, as though everything was perfectly fine. You never left. You simply came back a little different.

This was the first thing you've ever said since you've come back, Suguru then solemnly realised in his depressive haze. He nearly didn't hear you and wished he hadn't either. Your voice sounded distorted, like it didn't belong to you at all. But it was still you... wasn't it?

The only visible sign that Satoru meanwhile had even heard you was in a stutter of his hands that in turn messed up his text to Shoko again. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. What was he even texting her for again? Maybe for help? For a way out? "I'm seeing things again, Shoko. They're talking now." That's what your colorless eyes could read off his broken phone screen, which made you frown a little. You knew he'd never want to upset you. But he never wanted to face you again. Not like this.

It was so unlike him too, wasn't it? He hadn't been the same for a while now.

It was late in the afternoon by then, the orange hue filtering into the empty classroom through the blinds. An awfully nostalgic feeling that was now filled with tense bitterness. A past filled with laughter and joking now seemingly disappearing into the smoke of the burning incense sticks nearby.

Neither of them had said a single word for the entire duration of your little "hang out" session. Suguru simply leaned his head against his palm, gaze turned to a far away point in the darkening horizon outside, as the sun bid it's last warm goodbye. He took a deep breath, words shaky and filled with a deep exhaustion, not even his dear best friend could ever come close to feeling.

"Let him be... he'll come around eventually." The blackhaired boy muttered back to you, not bothering to look at your bloody, dead form anymore. He had come to terms with it a while ago. Or at least, visibly, he has.

Gojo just took a little longer in accepting your death, is all. Neither of them really knew who was handling the situation worse.

"Who are you talking to, Suguru?" There it was again, the odd denial the white-haired teen had drowned himself in. You never thought that he'd be the one to end up like this. You figured that Suguru would've had it harder, but perhaps this was just one of the many new things you've learned as a spirit. "Stop it, Satoru... you're not helping with any of this. It's just... making things worse." Gojo's teasing smile twitched, his head turning to look at his friend before he seemed to slowly deflate into his seat. You probably could only imagine how red and puffy his eyes were behind the sunglasses he refused to take off nowadays.

But in a way, you must've also understood why he was this way. How couldn't you?

Your death was untimely, unexplainable. No one knew what happened, and your body was never found either. One day, you were absolutely excited about going on a mission with your two favorite seniors, four hours later, you were missing, and a week later, you were declared as dead. The only proof they really had was a piece of your bloody uniform floating in a river nearby where the mission was supposed to take place. Other than that, there was no trace of anything else regarding you.

Suguru wished they would've at least had something to bury you with. Your casket was empty. And Satoru was ashamed to admit that he dared open the lid in a desperate attempt to see if you were in there after all. Just hiding, waiting to jump out and scare him. But seeing nothing made him break.

Everything got worse when you reappeared as this, however. A vengeful spirit that simply followed the both of them everywhere. You were relentless. And yet, neither of them could ever find a single trace of anger on you. Their guilt was heavy enough to make up for it, though.

It didn't help that Satoru refused to talk about it, even when they knew what they had to do. You only ever appeared around them, and both of them had made the unspoken decision to deal with you themselves. They felt like they had caused your death indirectly. The what if's kept piling up higher and higher until it eventually brought them here.

They thought that they were finally ready to move on, but oh, how wrong they were. It was so hard to see you as a simple spirit to exercise when you still looked like yourself most of the time. It just got bad when you looked dead. They couldn't hide behind their excuses and delusions when you looked like this.

Time ticked on and the silence was deafening again. You leaned in close to Satoru, glossy eyes staring into his side profile. "Stop ignoring me. I know what you're here for." You hummed, face devoid of any emotion. But the constant dripping of the blood that poured out of your nose and lips made Gojo close his eyes for a second longer and gulp down the painful lump in his throat. It was childish, absolutely stupid. But maybe... if he acted like you weren't there like always... then you wouldn't be. You were just a hallucination, surely. Neither of them had slept or eaten properly in months. He just had to pray that you'll go away, finally find the peace you were looking for.

But when he opened his eyes and you were still there, he just bit his lip. He couldn't take any of this anymore.

"Tell them to go away, Suguru. Please." "So you're finally done pretending now?" The blackhaired male asked, glancing back at his friend for the first time in hours. The great Satoru Gojo. The strongest of them all. Now reduced to nothing more than a miserable teen at your death. It would've been funny if he wasn't actually losing it right now.

Suguru shook his head at the lack of response before getting out of his chair and standing over the white-haired sorcerer. "Let's go outside." He said, not waiting for the other to agree before pushing past you. Or rather through you. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hide this really was for him. As expected, however, he heard Satoru's footsteps following behind him with ease. Typical.

The walk was silent and rather aimless. Neither of them knew where they were going. But their subconsciousness seemed to know. Suguru's body felt heavy, like he was dragging and fighting himself with every next step he took. He felt uneven and unbalanced. Like he'll fall over and break apart at any moment, and he doubted Satoru would be able to glue him together with shaky hands and teary eyes.

Geto pulled a hand through his black hair, strands unkempt and messy as they fell down hus shoulders. He caught a glance at his face in a mirror, the dark circles, even darker eyes staring back at him near accusingely. The anger and festering hate hidden under a thick layer of sadness.

"They weren't killed by a sorcerer." He suddenly said when they arrived at the schools courtyard. Satoru glanced at him, frowning a little. "Why does it matter now?" He asked, yet his best friend didn't bother answering. Why should he bother when the white-haired male was unwilling to wake up to reality. Instead, he stared at the Sakura trees filling the area, the ones you loved the most. And as expected, you stood right under them.

Your hands were clasped behind your back, smile so gentle and serene, that it made it look like you were simply waiting on them as always. And in a way, you were indeed doing so. Geto was thankful that your consciousness was strong enough for you to realise what was going to happen next. "Can you do it, Satoru?" He whispered, voice so soft, that it made Gojo actually consider it for a moment. But despite always having prided himself in being the strongest, he just stood still. Suguru couldn't help but smile tiredly at him. Perhaps the other boy would be happy about this if his smile didn't seem so bitter and exhausted. Like it took up all of his energy to force the corner of his lips to go up.

"I think they are the one thing I could never exorcize." "I'm glad you're being honest... I can't do it either." The two boys approached the empty bench next to your form before simply sitting down. There was a large gap between them, one reserved for you.

Your smile stretched wider as you took their silent offer of defeat and took a seat as well.

Gojo tensed when you leaned your head against his shoulder, a familiar melody leaving your lips. Suguru leaned his arms on his knees and listened to you, eyes closing with a tired sigh. Perhaps playing pretend was easier. Perhaps you were never meant to leave them in the first place. Maybe one day someone would free them from you, someone who was stronger, someone who wasn't ever going to be them.

You were back from the dead, and they figured it was better than you having left them for good.

If only they could ignore the mangled state of your body too.

Alright, I'm sorry this took so long! I also don't think it's that good, but I hope you like it anyway, Flower Anon! I've been super busy with work and everything else going on in my life, so I'm glad to post anything at this point. Anyhow, thank you again for this great request!<33

[oops-all-concrete]

I was wondering if I could get headcanons for a younger(late teens-early twenties) tav who views the companions as more of older siblings/mentors, personally my tav is inspired off the tiefling kids in the emerald Grove because I thought it would be very cool if Mol a street kid became the savior of baldurs gate, absolutely adore your writing thank you so much if you decide to do this!

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I went on an enexpected hiatus but I am back and have a few lists in the works, so keep an eye out for that!

But yeah, I LOVE this idea??? This is so cute and if you have pictures of your Tav, please share them, I NEED to know what they're like, they sound so cool and I love the idea behind them!

Anyway without further adieu;

Companions react to: Younger Tav who sees them as an older sibling/mentor!

No spoilers, just some lovely lil headcanons, enjoy♡

Lae'zel - It depends on (your) Tavs dynamic with her. She was taught to follow when there was a leader, and lead when there was none. If Tav is intent on following, she's strict, sharp and a little intimidating, but always looking out for Tav, ordering them to the back of the group and allowing them cool moments in fights too. "Finish them off, teethling" She says proudly. But if Tav takes a leader role, she's happy to follow without question, and will shape everyone else in line with tavs orders, once she trusts their judgement. A kind leader and devoted follower. That's what you get from Lae'zel.

Shadowheart - She could never explain why, but having a kind teifling friend who's quite like this Tav is so...familiar? It's nice in any case. She feels at ease and way off her guard around Tav and is grateful to them for it. Of course she feels bad hiding things, but has gotten pretty good at making sure Tav is distracted and having fun on the adventure. She's always sneaking them snacks, turning a blind eye to any pranks they play on the others and keeping them in arms range at all times. They make her feel young again.

Wyll - He's like a guardian angel sent from above. He's happy to teach, but not above learning from Tav too, seeing them as an equal, even if he's kind of the "big brother." He's perfect for stories, indulging in Tavs silly ideas, good or bad, and the man you want in a crisis. No matter how bad it gets, he's staying calm for Tav, witty even, to keep them distracted or focused. It's hard to not be relaxed around Wyll and it's ever so intentional. If Tav is happy, so is he, and he says as much all the time.

Karlach - A young tiefling troublemaker who's just trying to do their best? She absolutely adores them, seeing her young self in them at every turn. It's healing for her to take care of who is basically her younger self, and she takes a genuine pride in looking out for them. Keeping them safe. Teaching them not to make the same mistakes she did. She'll do anything to keep them safe even at her own detriment.

Gale - Gale always wanted to be a teacher, and seeing how passionate Tav is, he just has to teach them. He sees potential in everything they do and goes out of his way to ensure they harness their abilities to their fullest. He's happy to answer any and all questions, and will look for answers if he doesn't have them. He's never short on praise either, always telling them how proud he is and how wonderful it is to watch them become the person they are.

Astarion - He's the bully older brother you never realised you wanted, probably because you didn't and still don't. He's got a thousand mean nicknames and if Tav slips up, he never let's them forget it. Tav and him will bicker to the end of time, but when all is said and done, if someone so much as grazes Tavs skin- he will drain the life out of them as painful and slow as possible. He might laugh, but only when he knows Tav is actually okay, and if someone else laughs, he'll make them regret it. He'd never say it out loud, but having a sibling he can protect is very nice.

Bonus, the older folks!

Halsin - He immediately takes up the dad role. He's always wanted children of his own, once he finds the right person, but they make him.okay with just doing it alone. Bear rides, whittled trinkets, spell lessons, he's all for it. There's just about nothing Tav could possibly say to make him unhappy to hear from them. He's indulged in everything they say and prideful in everything they do. He gets into the habit of calling them fawn, fledgling, lamb, whatever Tav likes sticks.

Jaheira - She doesn't realise it, but she does go full mother mode, even in front of the Harpers. Tav has messy hair? She's fixing it immediately. She sees elbows on the table, Tav is getting the mom look. Tav has dirt on their face, she's licking her thumb to rub it out. It's so subconscious, but she can't help it. And by God's, if anyone talks ill of Tav to their face, she's ready to throw down. Even if it's just questioning.

Harper: "I don't get it, they're a kid, how are they going to-"

Jaheira: "If I hear one more word out of that idiot mouth, I'm going to sew it shut and have you clear out the barn of all the ox shit, so you have no choice but to smell it"

Minsc - He's just happy to be admired for what he is; a warrior! Lead by a miniature giant space hamster. He won't question most things Tav does, trusting their own kind of warrior style and knowing they're doing everything for righteous reason. He admires them at every turn, even if he has no idea what their deal is or how to explain it to other people. Boo knows. And thats all that matters.

[starsfic]

Devious

Summary: Ao Lie and Mingye have no qualms about being affectionate in public. The nobles of the court do. A request for @twinklecupcake!

“Son.”

“Father.”

“Daughter.”

“Hello, father.”

Ao Lie had never known awkward silence until he was on the journey. Awkward silence was not something the dragon courts did, let alone his family. His family prided themselves on making each word count.

Awkward silence now filled the room.

His father stared at them. Instead of cool and calculating, he looked nervous. His mother looked calm and radiant next to him. In fact, she looked too radiant. He swore that she had hidden a laugh in her sleeve once or twice now.

“May I ask why we were both summoned here?” he finally asked, trying to think of the best way to word things. “Apologies for my bluntness, but I did not expect to see you until dinner tonight.”

“Uh, yes…” His father said. He glanced at his mother with a pleading expression. She pulled her hand away from her mouth to beckon him forward, a smile filling her features. Ao Lie felt his patience dwindle. Mengying shifted next to him, and he looked down, seeing her glance up at him with concern.

“If there is nothing to say, we will be taking our leave,” he said, leaning down to nuzzle Mengying. It was a gesture that calmed her, whether he was in human form or his dragon form. “Apologies, but we do not have all day waiting for you to pluck up the nerve to actually explain why you summoned us.” It was rude, but his older brother had talked plenty about how about how court rules didn’t make sense. If his father complained, he had been the one to leave his son in Sun Wukong’s presence for over a decade. However, his father did not complain. Instead, he started to scramble to his feet.

“No- urk-”

“Several people have complained about your public displays of affection,” his mother said, finally taking pity on them all. She adjusted her seating to stare down at them, a smile still tugging at her mouth. “Specifically about the nuzzling. It is making all the nobles uncomfortable, apparently.”

Oh. Huh. Ao Lie had just thought all the stares was because he was the strange one out of all of his siblings. “I see-” he started, biting back the urge to yell. Nope, he was a nice, sweet boy.

“I AM SO SORRY!” All heads turned towards his lovely wife, who’s entire face was bright pink. While normally Ao Lie loved the flush of her cheeks, concern rose up at the sight of her teary eyes. “I did not mean to upset them!” She lowered herself into a bow, her hair brushing the floor. “I just love my husband so much, and I enjoy his affections, I did not mean to make anyone uncomfortable.”

Joy lit up Ao Lie’s heart, swallowing the rage. Oh, his wife was so clever. He could see his father tense back up and his mother’s amusement die down, all concerned about his sweet wife being embarrassed and upset enough to cry. He could kiss her!

“Oh, my poor daughter!” His mother rose from her throne and hurried up to hold Mengying’s hands. “It is wonderful that you and my son love each other so much! I wish I had that same amount of affection for my husband.” His father made a choking sound. His mother ignored it to cup his wife’s face, lovingly smiling at her. “I will speak to the nobles so they better understand. You two are not in trouble, believe me.” She wrapped her arms around Mengying, kissing her forehead. “My son is blessed to have so much love in his life.”

Mengying sniffled and managed a smile, leaning into his mother's arms. “Thank you, mother.”

Ao Lie stepped forward to claim Mengying’s arms and, a bit spitefully, nuzzle her. His mother's smile only grew as they turned and walked out of the throne room.

When the doors closed, Ao Lie allowed a laugh to escape him. “I had no idea that you could be so devious, my love.” He said, lowering his hand until he held hers. “I should take Master up on a game night, I think you would win.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

…Oh. Well, he wasn't that disappointed. He had just been given permission to be even more affectionate with his love in public.

“Never mind, my love.”

[collectingsorrows444]

Atlas’s Audio File 02: Vienna

Part Two (part one, part three)

(Operation Ichor AU! By @slumbrr-r! Go check them out :D )

(This is a tale told by Atlas Moss, sibling of Kiran Moss, about Vienna. There will be repeated parts and missing pieces because this is from Atlas’s perspective and their retelling of the story.)

The winter seeped through the ground, and I think I remember hearing one of security running towards me.

The winter

slowed.

The winter was gone,

yes,

but It was still again.

It was lingering.

It was dormant.

It was still.

It was waiting.

I don’t know what It was waiting for.

It killed my brother already.

What more did It want?

I could still hear his heart,

It was fading.

I remember screaming and kicking,

Yelling at the person to let me go

To let me check on my brother

Despite knowing

the winter would come for me too

….

I remember Vienna telling me I could have his shawl from when he retired from the strike teams.

It felt kind of heavy, but the comforting kind,

the fake coins jingling at the ends and the beaded hemming.

I could feel every row of color, he told me that I could.

The coins sounded like jingle bells,

A sound that I’ve grown to associate with joy and cleansing

He sounded so upset, like he gave up.

He gave up his most important piece of clothing to me.

He gave up part of his identity to me.

….

Kiran and I had to bury him.

His body was cold, and winter seemed to die with him.

His heart beating is gone, and has been for those hours.

We buried him with what we could.

I know Kiran knows about the winter now.

Kiran still beats herself up over it.

I remember hearing her cries and her holding me tightly every night,

telling me that she’s sorry for not knowing,

That she should’ve known

That she should’ve taken more time to be with Vienna

That it was her fault for leaving me alone when it occurred

I don’t blame, Kiran.

I don’t blame my sister.

Kiran was busy in the forge that day.

She couldn’t have known.

She doesn’t know until it’s too late,

how was she supposed to know that it was happening?

I feel like I should’ve said something.

I knew the winter was there when he first collapsed.

I should’ve said something—

I should’ve said something about it.

But I was so sure he would make it.

He usually did.

And I now I wear his shawl—

Still smelling like him despite so many washes.

I wear it as a mark of a new start for him

For Kiran.

For all of us.

Vienna.

If you’re truly still here,

like how you said that everyone is,

are you proud of me?

I passed my exams.

I made it into a strike team.

I made some new friends

they’re all so cool

and they understand me

And I got to know some of the older folks

they’re awesome as well.

I figured out my ability,

It’s called ‘Medusa’.

It’s similar to yours

but not as cool sounding as the name ‘Sound Seamstress’.

I’m sorry.

You probably didn’t want me to be in danger.

You probably wanted me to be a part of the research team or medic.

But I want to be just like you,

fighting to protect others.

fighting for a better tomorrow.

I’ll make you proud.

I’ll make you and Kiran proud.

I’ll make you both proud of me.

I promise.

I swear on it.

[END OF AUDIO FILES NAMED: VIENNA]

“Pullin' your face close, wanting the inmost

Show me I'm not afraid of you now

I'm not afraid of you now

Villain and violent, infant and innocent

Baby, both arms cradle you now

Both arms cradle you now”

[savemeafruitjuice]

Tickletober Day 7- Fidget

First week down! Honestly, it's crazy to get so much writing done, but I really hope I can keep my motivation up and get enough time to do everything. Wish me luck I guess?

Also, this was an interesting idea I had, and wanted to explore it a bit. Enjoy!

Lee: Leonardo

Ler: Karai

TW!: MILD SWEARING! ANXIETY FINGER PICKING! (Like, pulling on the skin around your finger, just in case)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR LATE SEASON TWO! Just a heads up!

(This is not a ship. These two are SIBLINGS!! Please respect that.)

Why did he feel so.. awkward? Like he can't even have a normal conversation with his brothers, let alone Karai.

Their dynamic had been a bit different ever since.. Miwa?.. found out that she was a Hamato. Having a sister was weird, especially because she was older than them. There were so many things that were missing in their lives, and now they had a chance to make up for it.

Their family had taken a couple days to warm up to each other, but it was difficult for Karai to gain the trust of the younger brothers- especially Raph.

Even so, there weren't as many fights between them as there had been, and Leo had found himself peacefully enjoying their time spent together. More focused, more relaxed..

Except for today.

For some reason, Leo found himself stuttering over his words in front of everyone, using the the wrong moves for training, and even held his katana wrong, the blade facing him. Everyone would give him a weird look, but other than a disapproving comment from Mikey, no one really said anything.

And so he sat on the ground, hoping maybe television would make him feel better. One of the earlier seasons of Space Heroes was on, but even that made him feel weird. Captain Ryan's voice actor sounded so much younger than he would later on, that watching it made him seem incompetent, and inexperienced.

All of the things Leo couldn't be as a leader, and all of the things that no good leader should be. Especially his hero.

"Hey, Leo. I heard you were screwing up a lot today. Guess your 'perfect' act wore off, huh?"

The blue-themed turtle winced, turning around to greet his sister. His hands pulled apart, having been picking at the skin of his fingers, and he gave her a wave. "Uhm- Hey.." There was a slightly pause, but soon enough, she came and sat next to him on the ground. "Did- you want me to pause it?" He asked, head tilted to the tv.

"Nah, I wanna see what kind of nerd show you've been watching. What's it about?" That brought a smile to the younger's face.

"W-Well, it's about this hero, Captain Ryan, and he's the captain of a space ship." He explained, gesturing towards characters as they appeared on the screen. "He and his crew go through space and fight aliens, that- that kind of stuff. It's really cool. Captain Ryan has the best catchphrases like- ever."

Karai nodded, listening to his little spiel for a couple minutes. Eventually, the episode that was playing ended, and Leo started on a whole other rant, and the elder placed a hand on his shoulder to bring him back to real life.

"Hey, woah. Give me a minute, I'm losing track of it all now." Leo cut himself off, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Oh, sorry. I get carried away when it comes to Space Heroes."

The turtle wrapped his arms around his knees. Karai shook her head. "No, you're fine. Just gotta give me time to process what you're saying." She crossed her legs, slouching a bit now. "It's nice to hear about things like shows. Anything interesting, really."

Leo hummed, still feeling a bit embarrassed about going on a tangent. "Did you not watch any as a kid?" she shook her head. "The Shredder didn't want me exposed to things like that. I mainly just trained, or went to talk to friends, or.. was influenced into hatred."

The younger cringed slightly. The Shredder really was awful.. "Yeah.. That makes sense, I guess.." The heavier topic made him feel bad, and he went back to pulling at the skin on his finger. Karai watched for a second, then put her hand on his shoulder to get him to stop. "You shouldn't do that, it could get infected."

Leo huffed, but it.. didn't sound annoyed? More like he was about to laugh. She looked at him, and he quickly went to change the subject. "Uh- so! What.. did you want to do now?"

Her brows furrowed slightly. "I want to know what's so funny. Are you laughing at me for trying to help? That's really low."

By now, the kunoichi had already made the connection, having seen a couple of tickle fights between the brothers within the last couple days of her being here. Leo immediately shook his head, though a smile formed on his face when her hand moved a little, so that it was resting more on the base of his neck.

"No! No no, I'm not laughing at you, I just.. thought of something funny that happened." Karai didn't look impressed. "Oh, really? And what is it that's so funny?" Leo's face went pink as he tried to think of something, shoulders scrunching slightly at the anticipatory touch. Her hand curled into a claw form, fingers digging slightly into the side of his neck and shoulder. "..Or will I have to make you tell me?"

Leo's hand went to grab hers, to pull it away, or something, but he was slapped away. "No, you're going to tell me what you found so funny just now. I want to know." "It's nothing! Really, you won't even care!"

"Then why is it such a big deal to not tell me?" She maneuvered slightly, scooting behind him. One leg propped against his shell, and the other wrapped around his torso. Karai began gently dragging her nails up his neck, and Leo immediately squeaked, shoulders shooting up the rest of the way to protect the sensitive area.

"EEK! Noho- wahait! I cahahan't!" Karai only smirked, reaching her other hand over to carefully pull his head to the side, smushing his cheek into his shoulder so that she could keep tickling. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me. Unless.. maybe you like this?"

Leo frantically squirmed, legs now drumming out on the ground as he tried to arch away. She had him held in place; he couldn't even move his head! He weakly slapped at her leg, face burning brighter by the second. His voice kept breaking, but through his struggles he finally got an idea. He could just pull his head into his shell!

It took a couple seconds of fighting with her hand, but his head successfully retreated inside his shell. Karai looked puzzled for a second, holding onto his shoulders to peer into the hole of his shell. "Wait.. you guys can just.. hide in there? What the hell, that's really useful."

The leader was having trouble stopping his giggles, and shrieked when she dug into his underarms instead. For a second, he flailed, then pulled his arms into the safe space as well, then his legs. "Pfft- Ihi- hehe I cahan't Karahai!"

The elder turner his shell around, grunting with effort because of his weight. "Don't think you've won just yet.." She laid his shell down on the ground, plastron up, and started scratching at his belly. "Are your shells ticklish too?"

As it seemed, they were. Very much so, in fact. Leo screeched, squeaky laughter filling the room as soon as her hands made contact. "BAHAHAHAH! KAHARAI! NOHOHOO! SNRT-"

"Noho way! Did you just snort? You guys are so funny." Leo let out a whine at the tease, unable to do much more than rock slightly, as he was basically immobile.

They were in a stalemate, Karai using her nails to scribble along his plastron, demanding to be told what he found funny, as all the turtle did was laugh and laugh. Well, until she decided to explore more of his shell, and raked her fingers down his sides.

"GHKAHAHAHAH! NAHAH- OKAHAHAY WAIHIT! SNRT- I GIHIHIVE UHUP! PLEHEASE!"

"No, you wait. I told you what you need to do."

"PLEHEASE- I LIHIHIED, IHIHI LIHIED! THEHERE WASN'T AHAHANYTHING FUNNY!"

Karai gasped in mock-offense. "You lied to me? I thought we were supposed to be family, but you lied! You don't deserve to be let go!"

Leo snorted again, spewing out pleas and 'sorry's. She scratched harder at his shell, sending overwhelming tickly sensations through him. On bare skin, it would've been painful, but on the hard exterior of the bridge of his shell, all it did was force the blue-themed turtle into uncontrollable laughter.

"IHI DIHIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IHI'M- SNRT- SAHAHARRY! PLEHEASE!"

Unbeknownst to him, Karai was smiling fondly at his crazed state, though her nails attacked him like he'd just committed an unforgivable crime.

"Sorry Leo, but this is your punishment. I'm going to make sure you never lie to me again."

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I thought this would be harder to write, if I'm being honest, but I actually really like it! All of my years of watching 2012 helped me write her dialogue better, I guess. Anyways, happy first week of October! 🎃🌕🪦

[capn-rikshu]

I was discussing Earthspark with a friend. In our conversation I said one of my critique is that the Terrans feel… too same, I want more distinct dynamics and personalities from them. At times they blend together.

Here are some of my ideas.

Twitch - The leader of course, to make her stand out I want her to be more "serious" of the bunch. She'll be a bit bossy, maybe she thinks being the leader = bossy, at those times her siblings may not listen to her but when things get dire they will. The show touched on her competitive side a bit but I REALLY want to exaggerate that aspect of her. I also want her to butt heads with Thrash very often much more often than in the show, they could fight over who's leader, who's older. Petty fights, it will seem like they will never get along.

Thrash - Rebellious hedonist, he'll say like 'chill dude relax', less hyper than in the show but definitely more rebellious and looking to get away with things when he can. I think it would be much more distinct if we made Twitch the more hyper one and Thrash the more mellow. But just because he's more calm does not mean he's more mature. Now I'm imagining him sounding like a surfer dude HAHA, well his voice and personality would match the eyebags in his design.

Hashtag - The dickhead sibling of the bunch. She'll have a more cocky personality and overall quite the menace to society, she makes a lot of roasts and jokes. She'll pick on Jawbreaker and when Twitch isn't around she'll use her size to her advantage "I'm the biggest, go do what I say". She'll pull a lot of pranks. Very much a menace. But like an internet troll she's all talk no action, perhaps she shall be a bit of a coward. When she's frightened she goes to little big sister Twitch for help hehe.

Nightshade - The voice of reason... at times. They'll be the goody two shoes, they'll be the teacher's pet, they'll dob on you when you misbehave. But they are a hypocrite because they will barely hesitate to do a dangerous activity when it interests them or if it's for "science" or with Hashtag. When they are with her their sensibilities turn off. The voice of reason and the impulse, and they're the pair of siblings that most hang around each other, incredible dynamic. I imagine them influencing each other.

Jawbreaker - The ingenue. Innocent, cute Jawbreaker. The one that Hashtag will trip over with her foot and the one that is infantilised by his siblings. I see Nightshade doing most of the infantilisation, it would make him feel like a stranger in the triplet trio. He tries to act tough and mature to fit in and get along with his group of 'The Triplets' but Hashtag will just keep picking on him and Nightshade would just be like 'there there, be a good boy, little brother'. He isn't sure if they are purposely excluding him. This may cause bursts of anger.

And here's my first change to canon, instead of Grimlock causing the rampage it will be Jawbreaker. Jawbreaker would feel frustrated because of his constant demeaning by his two siblings and so when he gets taught by this very cool bot he looked up to, Grimlock, and when Grimlock displays his symptoms of being 'not 100 per cent present' because of what Mandroid put him through thus he infantilises and dismisses Jawbreaker like his siblings, Jawbreaker would get very upset. Because why is his idol treating him like his siblings? He'll break ground, scan his alt mode, and because of the dinobot alt mode it makes it harder to control his emotions and so he runs a rampage into town. Now Grimlock, Hashtag and Nightshade must chase after him and try to calm him down and right what they did wrong with him.

This is copied from a conversation.

[yes-17-15]

Hargreeves sexuality and gender headcanons cuz I’m bored.

Luther-

I 100% believe he is CisHet but he is absolutely an ally. He probably didn’t understand everything at first but Viktor and Klaus helped explain and he got the gist of it. He also maybe uses He/They pronouns? He thinks They/Them just sounds nice.

Diego-

I know a lot of people think that Diego is a trans man and I think that would be cool (as a trans man myself) but I just don’t really see it. I kind of understand it but I don’t really agree. I definitely do think he’s Bi though, female leaning. Definitely He/Him.

Allison-

I also see lots of people thinking she’s a trans woman, and I think that’s a great headcanon imo but I again do not agree. I absolutely don’t see her as anything but Cisgender Heterosexual. And I honestly like it that way. I don’t think all of the Hargreeves siblings have to be LGBTQ+, I think some of them should be straight too. I think Allison might have messed around with girls but she just didn’t really feel a click like she does with males. She/Her.

Klaus-

I think most of us agree Klaus is not Cis or Straight. There is no way. I would probably say he is Non-Binary or Gender-fluid. He never heard those terms until they were a bit older, probably after Five disappeared, and the first time he heard it was someone shit-talking it, and they wanted to look more into it. So occasionally Viktor and Grace would be allowed to go to the library because Viktor usually didn’t have much else to do so Klaus asked him if next time he goes if he could look up those words for him and Viktor obviously said sure. He came back and told Klaus about it and Klaus was like, “yep, that’s me.” They were happy there was a word for it. I also think Klaus is Pansexual, but he also isn’t very fond of labels anyway. They honestly just think everyone’s hot (EXCEPT CHILDREN NOT CHILDREN). Any pronouns but mainly He/They.

Five-

I think Five’s above gender and stuff like that. When they were kids Viktor had a crush on Five and Five just found it disgusting. Partially because they’re like siblings but also because Five does not want a relationship or anyone to have a crush on him. Five also never liked gender roles and was confused why there were differences in the uniforms depending on gender. Five saw Viktor and Klaus wearing each others uniforms and was a little confused why Reggie wouldn’t just let Klaus wear what he wanted but also was kind of confused why Klaus even wanted to wear skirts. Five never really thought about gender much though because he thought it was incredibly stupid and useless. Five always thought that way. But especially whenever Five was in the apocalypse, he had absolutely no use for it. Five wishes that they didn’t live in a gendered society but he we are. If he has to use terms for himself, he’d say he’s Agender and AroAce (Yay AAA battery). Five doesn’t like using pronouns and prefers his name but if it’s mandatory Five uses He/Him pronouns but Klaus uses They/them for him cause he knows Five likes it.

Ben-

I don’t know enough about Ben to give a really detailed answer but I have a simple bit to say. I would like to think he’s Bisexual, but I don’t really think he is. I like the headcanon but again we don’t know enough about him. I think he’s Cis too but maybe DemiBoy? I’d probably say He/Him but maybe some neos?? I’m not experienced in them though so I don’t really know any he might use (I’m also talking more about Brellie Ben than Sparrow Ben).

Viktor-

I absolutely adore Viktor. I know lots of people thought he was a Lesbian before season three but no, that’s not the case. He actually liked Leonard/Harold. Before he found out about all the things Leonard did he actually liked him. And when he was younger it’s confirmed (I’m pretty sure??) that Viktor had a crush on Five. Viktor doesn’t only like females, he actually does like guys. I absolutely think Viktor is Bisexual, possibly Pan. I think he could also be on the Aspectrum maybe? But he definitely doesn’t only like women. I also thought he might have been Non-Binary before he transitioned but now I absolutely like him as just a trans man. He/Him maybe He/They and possibly neos?? Again I don’t know much about neos so.

[conanssummerchild]

Di. I meed to hear your thoughts on how cat-like Rick is (if you want to feed my hyperfocus on crows go ahead as well with crow rick)

HI sorry it took me a little bit to get to this ask ive been super busy but !!! he is incredibly cat-like i mean he himself has literally compared summer to a cat because "their love is earned" and i think the same applies to him, hes seems very like blunt or kind asshole-y until you get to know him, hes like a sad little kitty thats been abandoned out in the rain and someone finds him in a cardboard box in a dumpster all by himself and they have to teach him he can be loved again

look at him 😔

also so many of his mannerisms/expressions remind me of a cat

startled cat

kinda looks like hes farting here LOL but also cat

i mean even his hair. pointy like cat ears

anyway you get it hes very much cat like

also of course that thing about how cats are autistic or something i cant remember but someone somewhere said that in one time

also cats are my fav and rick is my fav :3

this is already such a long answer but i havent had the chance to talk about rick and morty in so long and i miss their dumb asses so about crow rick i'll also just say that rick is pretty crow coded, like crows are cool as fuck bcs they're actually smart as fuck and you probably know this already but they remember human faces (idk how much the average person knows about crows) and hold grudges (rick holds a lot of grudges lol) and a species of them can even CRAFT AND USE TOOLS !! and they're very family-oriented birds (like rick) and often mate for life and older crow siblings sometimes even care for their younger crow siblings also when rick says in forgetting sarick mort when he leaves with the crows "leaving walnuts in the street for car tires to crack them open" or smth i dont remember exactly its likely referencing because crows use traffic to crack open their nuts (that sounds wrong im sorry 😭) for them so they can eat the inside easily but not only that, theyve been seen waiting for the light to turn red before dropping the nut and then not taking it back until the light has turned red again !!!!! meaning they have some at least minimal understanding of traffic/traffic lights! also did you know that crows are scared of new things and will be very wary about new or unfamilliar things in their enviroment !! (sounds a little like rick)

also they have regional dialects also more about the recognising human faces thing, there was a study done where scientists would wear rubber masks that looked like faces and hold dead crows and then like see if the crows would be mad at whoever wore those face masks and get this, not only were the crows that saw the people in the masks angry towards them, several other crows and even young crows that had recently been born were too! meaning that the crows had communicated to other crows to warn them of the face mask people !! and this reached about 1.5 km away from the original place where the masks were !!

anyway im terribly sorry, this just turned into an infodump about crows but i just think crows are so awesome !!!! i wonder if rick knows a lot of crow facts from his time spent with the two crows lol :) have a lovely day mootie <33

[bigball-thefrog]

Omg I love ur writing so much!!! I’ve been reading lots of it recently. So I would like to request something platonic with Franky. Maybe the reader is the blacksmith of the straw hat crew and she has this sibling dynamic with Franky, obviously she’s younger. Could you maybe do a scene where the reader bumps into an old ex of hers who treated her like crap and just used her because of her skills. Then Big Bro Franky comes to her aid. Thank you sm If you did this!

-M 🤍

Hello hello sorry it took me a bit but I've been sick since last week and had one of my biggest school assessments of the year last week as well so I apologize again for being late to respond. But it is now done and I hope you enjoy, and thank you for recommending Franky I have been wanting to write for him.

Warnings/Tags:

Manipulative ex boyfriend

Talking about abuse and abusive relationship

Mentions of being overworked and passing out

Not being able to move on from past trauma and still being scared of abuser

Fem reader

Platonic oneshot

Comfort fluff

Sibling dynamic

Small sex joke at the endl

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Narrator POV

With Usopp and Franky creating weapons and upgrades, the Strawhats thought they wouldn't need someone else, but then you came along with your blacksmith abilities, everyone realized just how much you were needed for repairs and making new weapons.

One that especially recognized your talent was Franky, the crew shipwright. You reminded him of his younger self with your determination to create things, especially weapons. So when you joined, Franky practically became your protective figure and guide for when you needed it. You two got along well, he gave you the best tips when it came to metalwork, you both created new weapons together, you ate together, you danced together, you fought together, you both bickered when creating things, you interrupted his dates with Robin, you basically got the older brother you never had and Franky, would do anything to protect his younger sister.

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You had all stopped at another island, and like usual, everyone split up to shop and resupply. You and Franky were both buying more tools and restocking on metal. You were currently weighing some steel when you heard a familiar voice talk to you, "Well well well.... You're still going on strong, that's surprising.~" you turned around and almost dropped the steel on your foot when you saw him, your manipulative ex... All the confidence you gained since joining the strawhats just disappeared at the reminder of your past.

Your ex chuckled at your fear and spoke again, "Ah, still the scared little mouse you used to be.~" he chuckled. You just turned away and went to check out more metal when he continued to follow you, "I saw your wanted poster, 75 million? That's kinda cool, not too bad. But well, I've got 130 million, so I'm still stronger than you.~" he spoke again, getting too close. You continued trying to walk away but he grabbed your arm, "You know, my crew breaks a lot of weapons, we need a good blacksmith to fix and upgrade them. Why don't you come back, huh? We got along so well before you left me, why not come back and I'll forgive you for leaving me and I'll give you your own area on the ship for your work, how does that sound?" He said as he brought his face close to yours. "No" he seemed surprised but quickly hid it and gave you a sweet smile and let go of your arm and lifted up your face with his finger, "Aww C'mon, we used to be so in love with each other. Please, I love you so much, and I need you, more than the Strawhats need you...~" he said with a pleading tone and a fake pout. You pushed him away and scoffed, "Like Hell if come back to you! You were nothing but an overworking manipulative asshole that worked me to death, days on end and only gave me time off when I collapsed from exhaustion! That's not love, you were never in love with me." you said as your confidence came back, you were finally standing up to your abuser and it felt good, you felt like the weight of the past was finally falling off your shoulders. That was until you saw his face change, that goddam look, the look he gave you when you first tried to leave him. That silent anger that put the weight of your past relationship back on your shoulders tenfold, a look that brought back every memory and feeling of the past and made any ounce of your confidence crumble... He gripped the collar of your shirt and pulled you up to his eye level, "I gave you everything you could ever want and needed, I was the one that unlocked your potential as a blacksmith, and this is how you repay me....?" He said quietly enough for only you two to hear, "You owe me, without me you'd be stuck in your old life, going through the same routine everyday, doing nothing but slowly falling into a pit of an endless cycle..." He brought his face close to yours, "You owe me your life... And I am going to make sure you pay off that debt until your fingers are burnt to a crisp and the heat of that metal kills you... Now, let's go.." you felt small, small and weak all you could think of is the past, the past where you couldn't say no to him, whether you wanted to or not, so you just nodded.

He smiled and let go of you. He grabbed your wrist, ready to leave but when he turned around he was met with a big fist to the face. He instantly fell to the ground, you looked up to see Franky not looking pleased at the situation. He looked over at you and he instantly softened, he pulled you away from hiyour ex. He paid for yours and his supplies and you both left the shop. There was a small awkward silence until Franky decided to speak up, "Who was that guy? Just the sight of him made you shrivel up like a fish in the dessert!" you were hesitant to tell him, you hadn't told anyone yet because it was humiliating how scared you got over just some guy. But, you felt comfortable with Franky, you've already told him a lot out of your life and he never judged you once, maybe it was time to finally tell someone...

With a hesitant sigh, you spoke up, "That's my ex boyfriend..." you admitted. Franky stopped and looked at you with a hint of concern. "He.... He was the one that made me realize my potential with being a blacksmith. He's the one that saved me from a boring cycle of life.... But he's also the one that made me that quiet and submissive little thing you saw when you first met me..." Franky raised his eyebrows as you spoke, he remained quiet but anger was starting to bubble up inside him. "He's the captain of a pirate crew, and we were already dating before but then when we discovered my skills he asked me to join his crew, being in love I said yes without hesitation, little did I know that was that start of my three years of Hell... I was worked day and night, making weapons and repairing the old ones, I was constantly overheating and passing out due to being over worked, I was only allowed to rest after everyone went to bed, unless I was in the middle of making or repairing... And everything I did was never enough for him, there would always be a small scratch or it wasn't shining enough so it had to be redone... I was so desperate for any sort of praise that I would sob with happiness at just a simple nod of approval. I eventually woke up one day when he barged into my workplace drunk and made me scratch one of the swords I was working on. He got so upset he almost pushed me into the hot coals. It was then I realized I was nothing but a work machine to him... So when he fell asleep, I left.... I was weak... I still am weak, I can't even face him now, even after two years I'm still so weak..." you confessed. You confessed everything to Franky and he livid. He turned back to the shop you both just left and saw your ex limping away. All he did was pat your head then proceeded to follow your ex into an alleyway.

You were gonna go after Franky but then you saw he was following your ex so you stopped, and waited. You couldn't see what was going on in the alleyway but pretty soon you heard Franky shout, "Weapons Left!" followed by your ex shrieking like a girl. Your eyes widened as you watched Franky come back out the alleyway still scowling. He put his hand back on your head and spoke, "Don't ever call yourself weak, you're not. You went through a lot and just because you still can't handle it, doesn't mean you're weak, you just need time to grow. Next time that bastard shows his face, you break it, okay?" you light up and nod. Franky ruffles your hair and smiled while putting on his sunglasses, "Now don't tell Robin, she's gonna drag me by the balls if she finds out I'm already causing commotion here." "Oh shut it, you like it when Robin drags you by the balls, don't lie." you teased. Franky smacked the back of your head and you both made your way back to the Sunny.

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Hope you all enjoyed. I've got no more requests for now, so next will be a Law X Reader then if there's no requests still after that, then it'll be part 3 and the last part of my Slasher Rob Lucci X Reader!

Kelly🐸

[icantgobacktoprison-blog]

I wrote a little one-shot about Flicka as a reagent, an incident that occurs shortly before she plans her escape gets caught and is later reintroduced as an Ex-pop. It was just a silly little idea I had that I had to write to get out of my head, Coyle makes an appearance only because he kind of fits with the theme.

Tw: Mentions of Sexual assault, violence and Gore.

(Quick note, just because Flicka and Coyle share an interesting moment towards the end does not indicate any kind of ship or relationship, currently I have no plans of shipping my Flicka with anyone. )

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knew something was off the moment she'd been assigned to work with the reagent seated across from her in the shuttle. It was odd for her to be assigned only a single partner, even a stranger, and that it was the only reagent in the facility with which she had several altercations in the past. Each time he'd been placed into the same group as her, he spent the trial worrying only about his own safety, often putting the others at risk. Flicka had never taken kindly to the fact that they were meant to work together as a team; it had led to multiple altercations in the sleep room, the pair's animosity towards each other reaching its peak only a few short days prior, or at least what Flicka assumed were days it was hard to tell when locked away underground like lab rats. He'd done something to one of the reagents in the sleep room, one of the girls; she was new and frightened, as most reagents were when they first arrived. Flicka had found it odd when he'd seemed to take a liking to another reagent, having never shown anything but contempt to anyone but himself before. Still, when this young little thing showed up looking no older than nineteen, she'd watched him swoop in with all the promises of protection in the trials. She smelled the bullshit from miles away; the young thing, like everyone, had been traumatized after her first few trials shaking and crying the usual, and Flicka had scoffed when Mr selfish went to comfort her; Flicka wished she had paid more attention and watched out for the signs maybe she could have prevented it, whatever he'd done had set the girl off screaming and crying one night running to security begging for help, of course, they paid no head unless someone was dead or dying they never cared. Flicka had tried to speak to the girl, tried to pry as gently as she could to know precisely what he'd done to her; she had her suspicions, of course, she did, but the poor thing couldn't tell her; she couldn't say it out loud, but Flicka had her suspicions. The young girl had thrown herself into the grinder during her next set of trials, taking her life into her own hands. While in a place like this, it was almost respectable to go out on your own terms, the entire ordeal had left such a sour taste in Flicka's mouth; when she'd confronted Mr selfish on the matter once again in the sleep room, he'd said "No body no crime. " and shrugged it off like it was nothing. This had made Flicka lose her cool and culminated in a fight between the pair in the sleep room, which security had broken up post haste; her fave was still bruised and battered from the ordeal. She thought it odd, however, that Murkoff had not punished them in any way. Violence between reagents wasn't rare but often came with dire consequences, and yet, so far, there had been none.

"Funny they put us together. " Mr Selfish spoke smugly from his seat across the shuttle.

"Is it?" Flicka's sharp reply came; she glared at him, her face wrinkled in disgust.

"oh, come on, you can't still be mad at me! We fought. We're over it, right? Like brothers, or should I say siblings in arms, it's what we do. " He sounded alarmingly genuine, as though it had been nothing but a tiny disagreement.

"Oh, is that what we are 'brothers in arms '? " Flicka scoffed; in a way, he was right. They were like soldiers following Murkoffs orders with blind determination.

"Hell yeah, I wish I had you on my squad back in the day. You would have kicked ass. " He still seemed sincere. "You've got a mean right hook, you know that? It's not just for a girl either; I mean it as a real compliment. "

Flicka didn't want a compliment from someone like him; she didn't want him anywhere near her. But if Murkoff wanted them to work together, then so be it. She could play along for one trial; maybe it was Murkoff's way of trying to solve the pair's differences, though it did strike her as odd that they would even care. The shuttle came to a grinding halt, the restraints on their chairs releasing them from captivity. Almost simultaneously, they stepped out of the shuttle into a familiar scene: the police station. Had she paid any attention to the Easterman's recorded speech on the television screen in the shuttle, she likely would already know what trial they were facing. Still, she had been too preoccupied with her hatred for her current teammate to notice. She glanced around the gray concrete room they entered, knowing immediately it was the basement, meaning it could really only be one of two trials; she and her teammate split off into separate directions wordlessly, both knowing what would lie on the path ahead, having to read it many times before.

Flicka ducked beneath a hole in the wall, slipping into a side room; it was apparent the resident Police sergeant Leland Coyle had already passed through by the trail of scorch marks on the wall left by the electrified baton he carried as a weapon and the mannequin that stood in the corner of the room a switch mark plain on its buttocks still glowing orange, the damn cop was a fucking pervert. Flicka paid it no head as she passed by a self with rows of lifting weights and various gym equipment on it. She found a single adrenaline shot sitting on a table, which she eagerly shoved into her pocket for later use, and a battery for her ESOP, which sat somewhat restrictively on her chest. After exiting the room through a latched door on the other side, she stepped into a hall lined with practice dummies for sparing; she weaved through them, finally emerging into the gymnasium where her teammate stood waiting, his hands on his hips. The gymnasium ceiling was lined with corpses kissing by the pungent smell of rot in the air. Some of them were less than fresh. Sitting in the center of the room, blades rusted and covered in blood stains, was what could only be described as an industrial meat grinder. It was a familiar sight; Flicka had seen it before. She had done the trial before; it was obviously cancelling the autopsy; they just needed to get the proper keys and lower the corpses into the grinder, and bang, it was over. Yet she couldn't help but think of the girl who had thrown herself into the grinder only a few days prior. Flicka hadn't been there; she was glad she hadn't seen it, but she couldn't help but wonder if she screamed if she regretted it the moment the pain of her bones grinding erupted into her body. A deep well of dread formed in her stomach; this seemed all too ironic; something smelled fishy, and it wasn't the corpses. Three key boxes around the room were supposed to coincide with a corpse. The task was to use the keys to drop the corpses into the meat grinder, which was pretty simple. Her teammate pressed a button in the center of the room, activating the grinder, which whirred to life with a sickening sound; there were three gates on the room walls with televisions displaying the symbols that would coincide with the proper keys that needed to be located. Curiously, however, only two doors opened, and the televisions illuminated; the third door remained shut tightly, its coinciding television screen Black and lifeless.

"Great fucking trials broke. " Her teammate remarked with a groan.

"Maybe not; let's get our keys and reconvene here; you're good to split up, right?" Flicka didn't want to spend any more time with the asshole than she had to.

"Yeah, sure, know this place pretty good by now- "

"Good, I'm going for Crown; better be quick; I've got a bad feeling. " She rushed away to her sector, dropping her night vision goggles that were literally screwed to her forehead over her eyes as she slipped into the dark. Flicka hated the dark; she'd go so far as to say she was afraid of it; when she could see nothing in front of her, she always felt tiny and helpless. Therefore she was at least a little grateful for the goggles screwed so crudely into her cranium, even if they did annoy her at times; being able to see in the inky black made her much more willing to slip into the shadows she feared so much.

She was glad that she had managed to procure a pair of shoes as she walked on the dirty, cold floor, stepping over what would have been a precarious pike of broken glass had she been barefoot; not all reagents were so lucky. She recalled a time when she had first arrived at the facility, fresh and frightened before she knew her way around the environment; she hadn't had shoes, and then she had been forced to walk over treacherous terrain and refuse all the whole feeling it crunch and squelch under bare toes. The memory sent an involuntary shiver of disgust through her as she traversed the corridor. She could hear an ex-pop scuffling about somewhere to her left as she slinked silently into a small room off to the side of the corridor; it appeared to be a storage room lined with various boxes of papers, nothing of interest save a single dead body lying listless in the corner, crudely drawn on its chest was the symbol she was looking for written in some kind of permanent marker or paint was a crown. She knew what to do; she approached the corpse, hand outstretched and reached into an open cavity, its bloated torso stiffing a gag as her hand met the wet and cold viscera within. She felt around for a moment, digging within the corpse's guts, a sickening squelching sound filling the otherwise silent air; her fingers met something hard and metal. She had found the key. She pulled the key from its rotten cavity; it wasn't always so easy to find; usually, she would search through several corpses before she found the right one, and she was still so close to the gymnasium, it all seemed too easy, making her suspicions only grow. Her return to the gymnasium was similarly uneventful; her teammate seemed to have similar luck as he was already standing there waiting.

"Could have used your key. Didn't have to wait. " Flicka muttered as she approached her key box, not hesitating to slot the key and turn it, causing one of the corpses hanging from the ceiling to descend into the whirring grinder, sending viscera splattering across the ground. She watched her teammate do the same, a second corpse falling easily into the grinder. The pair waited momentarily for the alarm to announce the trail was over or for that third door to magically open. The air felt thick with tension, though nothing happened, only silence and the continued sounds of the meat grinder.

"See told you! " Her teammate barked. "Fucking broken!" He began to circle the Gymnasium, searching for one of the cameras mounted on the walls to monitor one; he found one and began yelling into it, calling for help.

Flicka observed him silently, thinking deeply; she'd done this trial before. There were always at least three bodies needed. They needed a third body; she glanced towards the ceiling at the listless corpses hanging there; without a key, there was no way to lower the mechanism. She followed the cables with her eyes, searching for some way to get one of them down. A creeping realization began to dawn upon her, the real reason she had been paired with that asshole, they needed a third body, and it was either going to be her or him. She almost laughed aloud at the epiphany; she was sure he hadn't realized it yet because he still screamed into the camera; she sized him up. He was larger than her in broadness and height, but she might have the advantage if she could take him by surprise. She took a glass bottle from a nearby table, tossing it up and down in her hand a few times as she carefully contemplated her next course of action; she moved then approached him from behind, drawing an arm back and with all the might she could muster she smashed the glass over his head. Immediately, the two open gates in the room slammed shut, all three televisions coming to life with a dim glow, words flashing on the screen. 'Justice is sacrifice; only one escapes. '.

The man turned towards her, slack-jawed and dazed, a startled look in his eyes; Flicka still held the broken half of the bottle in her hand, poising it in front of her defensively. Her chest heaved, and her limbs trembled, eyes wide and crazed. The pair stood facing each other for a moment, both calculating their next move; a drop of blood poured down the temple where the glass had embedded itself into his head.

"I need a third body. " Flicka offered, a sardonic grin etching itself across her features. She had a chance to make this mother fucker pay for whatever he did to that poor girl, and part of her was exhilarated.

"You're fucking insane!" The asshole replied before he charged at her; his body crashed into her hard enough to knock the air from her lungs and send her plummeting to the ground.

He was poised on top of her, pummeling her with heavy punches; Flicka grunted with each heavy hit, the iron taste of blood filling her mouth; either she had bit her own cheek or lost a tooth, she wasn't sure. For a moment, it seemed she had been overpowered, then was much bigger than her after all, and his heavy form over hers kept her pinned tightly to the cold, hard floor. The broken bottle was still clutched in her hand; she swung it towards him with a grunt, making the man cry out as glass embedded itself deep into his torso; it was enough to make him fall back, stumbling away from her, allowing her to rise to her feet. She spat on the floor as she stood, a thick mixture of saliva and blood; remembering the adrenaline shot she had picked earlier, she took it out, jabbing it into her arm, giving her the extra boost she needed to charge at him, aiming a swift punch to where the bottle was still embedded in his side eliciting a yelp of pain from the man who tried to grasp at her, reaching for a handful of her tangled red hair with his fingers knotted firmly against her scalp he bashed his knee hard against her face, Flicka heard her knife crack as nee pain blossomed there. With his hand still in her hair, the man began to drag Flicka towards the still-whirring meat grinder. Her body thrashed violently, trying to wrench herself desperately from his grip; with a hard tug of her head, she was able to yank herself free for a moment, losing quite a bit of hair in the process; her freedom was short-lived however, as the man managed to grasp the straps of her ESOP, within moments she was dangling over the grinder. With her hands, she grasped the metal edge of the dangerous machine, pushing herself away from it with all her strength; the man behind her continued to attempt to lower her forward; she arched her body away from it as best she could, the metal of the ESOP strapped to her chest hit the blades, sending sparks flying as its metal was ground away devoured by the hungry and angry machine, the breaking if the device on her chest slackened the straps the man behind her was grasping to lower her towards it, she was mere inches away from certain and painful death when there was enough slack in his grip for her to swing her head backwards with her full force. The back of her skull connected with his face hard enough to send him stumbling backwards, releasing his hard grip on her in favour of grasping his own now-broken nose. Flicka didn't hesitate to spin around, refusing to have her back to him any longer; she aimed a heavy kick into his already injured torso, hard enough to send him crashing to the ground. Her ESOP had cracked down the center and hung uselessly from only the straps of her shoulders, which she shrugged off as she stormed towards his fallen form, not giving him a chance to recover before she kicked him again, this time aiming for his already battered face, his already broken nose crunching wetly under the heel of her shoe. She continued to stomp at his face until he lay on the floor in a near daze, his face a bruised and bloodied mess, nearly unrecognizable. At some point, she had broken his night vision goggles, which now hung crookedly on his head. It was her turn to pick him up; lifting him by the steals of his unbroken ESOP and dragging his near listless form towards the hungry machine, she poised him over it and prepared to drop him in.

"P-pleathe.. " He stuttered out through broken teeth and a slack jaw. "You don't hath to do this. "

Flicka froze then, still holding him over the grinder, her breaths heavy and ragged, her own face stung. He was going to beg; how pathetic; Flicka had been in a similar position only moments before she had fought and strained. Yet as he dangled mere inches above death, he was flaccid, limp and begging.

"alright. " Flicka spoke after a moment. "Let's make a deal, I want you to confess tell me what you did to that girl and I'll let you go. " She gave him a moment when he didn't respond she slowly inched his body closer to the grinder.

"Mmph, no, wait, I'll confess!" He cried out, his voice reaching a panicked crescendo. "I Raped her, Izzat ' wha' you wanna to hear? Fucked th' shit outta 'er, man's got needs-"

Flicka cut him off, releasing her hold on the straps of his ESOP, sending him plummeting face-first into the grinder; she was a woman of her word, after all. He didn't even have a chance to scream as the twirling metal blades devoured his head; the air was filled with sickening, squelching sounds and the cracking of his bones. Flicka stared straight ahead, not looking at the Gore, though she could feel the blood and viscera falling onto her skin. She swore as she stared ahead; she could see the wavering form of the Skinner man staring back at her, the empty sockets of his skull where his eyes were meant to be bored into her own as though she was facing her own judgement at that very moment.

Sergeant Leland Coyle had strode into the gymnasium expecting to chase down a few of the no-good criminals often sent his way, the sparks of his baton glowing menacingly, prepared to thrust it towards the miscreants as they ran like rabbits from the fiery wrath of the law, what he had not expected was to witness a glorious demonstration of Justice itself. He'd remained unnoticed for quite some time, watching the two reagants scrap amongst themselves; he recognized the girl; she was slippery, a troublemaker though she had potential; she showed loyalty to her fellow man, always rescuing the others when they nearly fell onto the heavy hand of the law. She was a nuisance, either remaining damn near invisible, the only trace of her existence being the darn traps she had turned against him, or she was loud. She'd berate him with insults, throwing whatever she had at her disposal to gain his attention and earn chase. Most days, he wanted her dead, though watching her dangle that criminal over the meat grinder demanding a confession was like music to his ears; for a moment, she was Lady Justice herself invoking her wrath, invoking goes wrath on the greedy criminal scumbag. He watched her stand there afterwards, staring straight ahead as if she was looking right at him, but seeing nothing, she collapsed, falling backwards onto the ground with a heavy thud; as she did, an alarm blared through the air loud and piercing the metal gate leading the shuttle to her escape opened. Yet she did not move; as Coyle approached her form on the ground, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe she had died.

Flicka heard the alarm blaring in her ears, telling her it was time to go, yet she could not find the strength to move. Her eyes, heavy and painful, fluttered shut as she lay on the ground. It wasn't the sound of heavy boot falls approaching that caused her to peel her eyes open, but the feeling of something metal and cold prodding into her chest. That fucking hillbilly cop was standing over her, a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, a smug grin on his scared face. It was his electric prod that he had poked her with, the damn thing still sitting on her chest against the thin fabric of her t-shirt; she felt oddly exposed without the ESOP.

"Do me a favour and make it quick, would you?" She rasped, expecting to ride the electric current to her death at any second. It wasn't fair to fight so hard for her life just to die at the hands of that redneck cop. The prod remained on her chest for a moment before it was slowly removed, and a hand offered to her.

"Ain't gonna kill you rabbit." Coyle's reply came, and his hand offered to her to help her up. "Now on your feet, 'for I change my mind."

Flicka didn't trust it, but given her current circumstances, she hadn't much of a choice; she placed her hand in his own calloused grip and allowed him to haul her back to her feet. She stumbled for a moment and was surprised when the crooked cop took her arm to steady her. She shot him a puzzled look or at least attempted to her with her face's current battered state. Coyle still had a hard grasp on her arm as he led her towards the shuttle wordlessly. The shuttle was already open and waiting; there was no need to press a button to summon its arrival. Coyle practically shoved her into one of the awaiting pods, the metal of its interior cool on her back. He did not step away from the pod. Instead, he leaned into it, causing her to press herself hard against the wall and preventing it from closing. He was so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating from the glowing end of his cigarette. From somewhere on his belt, he procured a fresh one; though it was bent and gnarled, it was still a cigarette; he placed it between her lips.

"Take a smoke break, y'earned it." He said there seemed to be a mutual respect that had blossomed between the pair in that small, confined space.

"You got a light?" Flicka murmured, cigarette hanging from her lips.

The crackling sound of electricity filled the air. Coyle's weapon of choice, the Lethal stun baton, flared to life with blue sparks. On any other occasion, especially in such a confined space that weapon was a symbol of pain and death, he raised the baton. Flicka watched, transfixed at the moment as the blue bolts pressed against the paper of the cigarette; she inhaled, making the tip glow red as the sweet flavour of nicotine filled her mouth and lungs.

"That's not terrifying at all," Flicka remarked sarcastically, referring to the sparking baton.

"Just 'cause you earned a break today don't mean I'll be so nice next time," Coyle warned. "You're out on parole, ain't cleared of no charges."

"Sir, yes, sir," Flicka replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, the lit cigarette still clenched between her lips.

"Git' the fuck out of here." Coyle finally pushed away from her, tapping the shuttle door with his baton before it finally closed on its own.

Flicka stood in the shuttle; she wasn't sure what to make of what she had done, she had killed for Murkoff before; she had even killed before arriving in the facility, but never so intimately or violently. She felt ashamed yet exhilarated all at once. Her body ached. She would surely need medical attention, and a new Esop for that matter, for hers lay broken and useless still on the floor of the gymnasium. Flcka didn't know what was coming next, what Markoff had planned for her, nor what to make of her strange interaction with that damn Hillbilly cop. One thing she did know was that she was going to finish her damn cigarette before going back to the sleep room.