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paranormeow7 · 2 years ago

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Sooooo ive been wanting to Write smthn abt my oc Gavin and his backstory bc he makes me SO INSANE. This has been in the works for maybe like 2 weeks and ITS FINALLY DONE SO Without further ado, here’s this lmao (this is my first time tryin 2 do smthn like this, any critiques r very welcome!!)

CATSKIN

an oc story. by meeee :3

tw: parental abuse, detailed depictions of gore, disturbing imagery, death, animal harm, substance abuse, vomiting, possible dermatillomania trigger, religious trauma, etc

disclaimer!! Part of this story takes place in a fictionalized, static version of the 1950s-60s where racism/transphobia/etc don’t really exist/exist as they do now. Putting that there to clear up any confusion. I swear there’s a worldbuilding reason for this I’m not just doing it to get away with having a trans MC in a story set in the past i prommy-

word count: WHO KNOWS but its kinda long lol strap in

What would you do if you found out everything you thought about how the world worked was was wrong? Would you freak out and retreat back to your comfort zone? Or would you take it as an opportunity to escape, no matter how much pain it caused you?

A sunny April afternoon in a cookie-cutter American suburb. Rows of houses, some with trash cans kicked over, or dented/nonexistent mailboxes. Egg stains on the brightly colored vinyl siding. Lousy teenagers.

The house on the back end of Maple Street, in the sleepy old town of Lockroot, Who-The-Fuck-Cares America was a tiny yellow shack with a beat-up blue roof and dark stains running down the siding. Behind that wooden door with its chipped, blood-red paint, a calendar on the wall read April 14th, 1956.

The buzzing fluorescent kitchen lights shone down on an eleven year old child with wavy brown hair and sunken black eyes. It reminded him of divine light, but there was no god waiting for him that day. All the lights did was accentuate the frown painted across his pallid face. His mother sat across him at the table, looking livid, as per usual. She was always mad at something.

“Chie, do you appreciate all that I do for you?” He stared at the dusty white lucky cat on the shelf, its eyes vacantly staring into space, golden coin growing dull, a painted grin upon its wooden face.

Mocking him.

He always hated cats.

“Yes, Mother.”

She stared him down, her perfectly ironed poodle skirt and white blouse a betrayal of her anger. God, please just let me leave. Let this go fast today. “Are you sure, Chie? Because last I recall, attempting to go into the forest that I specifically told you not to visit wasn’t the way to show it.”

He suddenly became hyperaware of the dirt on his knees. The forest was on the edge of town, blocked off by a barbed wire fence. No one thought about it. It was like it didn’t exist.

“Do you want us to look like a family of ruffians with no self control? Do you want to disgrace our name? Does that sound like fun to you?”

The child shrank back in his cracked leather chair, suddenly finding a great degree of interest in his scuffed brown shoes. He’d gotten them for 3 dollars at a neighbors garage sale, the very same sale they’d gotten the chairs at.

“Rich of you, calling us a family since Father’s gone.”

The child knew he’d made a mistake the moment the words came out of him. He didn’t even know why he’d said anything to begin with. Me and my big mouth. However, what was said could not be taken back. He would just have to live with it.

The color immediately drained from his mother’s hollow, freckled cheeks. Her eyes narrowed into piercing blue slits. “What… did you… just… say to me…?”

Her son braced himself, making himself small, preparing for what he knew was soon to come.

“What did you just FUCKING say to me? You ungrateful little RAT?”

The cold, bony hand came at him like so many before, grabbing him by the hair, yanking him up. His scalp felt like it was on fire, his long brown hair coming out in chunks. pleasestopimsorryiloveyoumommy. After this, he’d chop it all off in front of the spiderweb cracks of his bathroom mirror.

“I do EVERYTHING for this family! I buy your food, your clothes, I send you to school, I brought you into this world!”

Thank you, Mother.

“What have you EVER done for me? NOTHING. ZIP. All you ever do is take from me. Youre just like your no good, mangy dog of a father.”

He thought back to the family portrait that had stood on the mantel of the house, until around 4 years ago, when his dear Father up and sped off in that shiny red Mustang convertible. God, how the child had loved that car.

Afterwards, Mother had taken all the photos of him and burned them in their backyard with the trash. He suspected she wanted him to forget what he looked like. Well, too bad, since in the bottom of his junk drawer, he’d saved the family photo, from their mantel. Aiko. His fathers name was Aiko Nakamura.

At seven, he failed to notice the wild look in his eyes, and how much he tended to glance at the fenced-off woods. But at eleven, it was all he could think of as he nursed his brand new shiner and stared at the cracks in his bedroom ceiling. He knew he’d seen a shape in the darkness that day. It almost looked like a matted, skeletal gray cat. Smiling at him. Just like the lucky cat in the kitchen.

Father got out. He knows the secrets of the woods. Of a life beyond this. Maybe one day I will too.

7 years later, the child, now called Gavin, opened his eyes to that very same ceiling, covered in posters for horror flicks, stolen from the newly opened theatre. No matter, he liked the old drive-in more anyways. His mother was always threatening to take them down and throw them out, but she knew that even if she tried, he’d always bring home more anyways. At any rate, she wasn’t home right now. He rolled out of bed, taking a moment to stare at the autumn leaves outside his window. Orange was always his favorite color, but he didn’t have a time to linger. The phone was ringing.

He wandered out to the living room, picking up the shiny red rotary telephone. “もしもし, Nakamura household.” His mother never answered the phone with this greeting, but his father had taught it to him as a child, and he liked it. “Gavin, babe! Hows tricks?” He could hear the smile on the other end. “Hi, Valley.” His face lit up along with hers. They had started dating almost a year ago. “That doesn’t answer my question, but its no matter, you can answer it in around 10 minutes from now!” He was puzzled, for a moment, but hearing sound of a key jangling in the background, he got it. “Val, you don’t have to. There’s barely any food in the fridge, hasn’t been full for weeks. You got your own posh little house to sit up in, don’t ya?” Gavin didn’t like Valley coming to his house. Its not like there was anything to do outside of watch their outdated cabinet television or throw his old baseball around, and Val was rich. He didn’t want her to feel like she owed him anything.

“Too late, doll! I brought snacks for the both of us, anyways. Catch ya later Gav!” “Val, wait just a-“ She blew a kiss into the receiver, and the call disconnected. Gavin rolled his eyes, hung up, and threw on his favorite brown bomber jacket. Val had always been so caring.

I don’t deserve her.

He didn’t have time to wallow, hearing the sound of a window opening. He ran up to his room and opened the door, right as Valley fell through the window, landing on her butt with a loud thump, along with a case of strawberry soda. My favorite… At the sight of the chubby, dark skinned girl in his bedroom, Gavin ran to help her up. “Ever the gentleman, ain’tcha?” She set down the basket she was holding and situated herself on the bed. Her matching red skirt and cardigan, and floor length locs that must’ve taken ages to style, were already gathering dust. Why’d she have to come here?

Gavin suddenly became aware of the mess in the room. Dirty clothes on the dresser, books stacked near the bed, and dozens of loose papers strewn across the floor, each adorned with sketches, paintings, collages, poems, anything his mind could conjure up when he couldn’t sleep. Blushing, he attempted to sweep them away, but not before Val took notice, and picked one up off the floor. “Your art is so lovely, Gavin. What’s this one?” Taking it from her and stashing it away, he responded “Nothing in particular, just couldn’t sleep. You know me, haha!!” He was bright red this point. Change the subject, will you, dear?

That she did. “Sooo, what are we gonna do for your birthday this weekend? You’re gonna be eighteen! Far out, huh?” Oh. Right. Eighteen. He didn’t know how to feel, if he was being honest. “I dunno, maybe we can go out and see a movie.” Val put her head on his shoulder and laughed. Gavin winced. The shoulder was bruised. However, thats what love was. Wasn’t it? “That’s what we always do!” Val chirped. “Ain’t much else in this town, is there?” Gavin quipped. But, if he was being honest, he knew exactly what he was going to do.

Gavin sat up and stared out his cracked bedroom window, past the pretty orange leaves, past the cheesy Halloween decorations, past the shops and diners and gas stations. All the way to the forest surrounding their little town.

Nobody thought much of it, which was true. Nobody that is, except the kids. While the adults were content to sit back and live their monotonous American dream, the children would whisper across the town, stories of what could possibly be on the other side of that barbed wire fence. “My cousin said there’s monsters out there. He says they have no skin, and they’ll cut you up and eat you bit by bit while you’re still alive. They start with your eyes.”

“My sister said that if you fall asleep out there, you’ll never wake up again and have horrible nightmares for the rest of your life. The spirits out there keep you asleep so they can eat your dreams.”

Run of the mill horror stories. But among the bolder, or perhaps the more beaten down, those with less to lose, the woods offered something else. A fortune beyond comprehension. Godlike power. Freedom. A new life, a new start. All sorts of wonders, waiting for those who knew where to look.

Maybe that’s what the adults were afraid of, because every once in a while, a new person would get this look in their eyes, like they knew a good secret. They would become more and more withdrawn, or excitable, or any suspicious change that could happen in a person. Then, after a little while, around a few days to a year, they would disappear. Sometimes it was a business trip, an inheritance, a need for a change of scenery. And sometimes they would just.

Vanish. Without a trace. They were there, and then they weren’t. Of course, they would send out search parties to comb the town for them, and reassure everyone who asked that they were doing the best they could. But of course, everybody knew. The seductive call of the woods was not to fall of deaf ears. After a while, their “MISSING PERSONS” posters were taken down and discarded, and they lived in the town only through the gossip of the children. Gavin had quite a collection of salvaged posters on his bedroom wall, hidden behind his dresser. His mother would blow a gasket, he thought.

When his mother wasn’t reading him the Bible, Gavin’s father used to tell him old Japanese folktales about fox spirits, yokai, kaibutsu. He recalled his stories of creatures known as Kaibyo when-

“Hey, spaceboy. Whatcha thinkin about?” Valley waved a hand in front of his face, bringing him back to reality.

“Nothing, doll. Absolutely nothing.”

Laughter. Then, a kiss. Warm hands caressing his cheeks, on his waist, through his short brown hair. It was 1963, the love decade was soon to kick off, there was a girl in his bed and the world was beautiful, if only for a little while.

At some point, Valley left, and Gavin picked up the piece of paper that she’d asked him about. Clinging to his tarnished silver first communion rosary, a chill ran down his spine, for no reason he could discern. On the paper was a sketch of an emaciated gray cat, with a wide, yellow toothed grin.

Two days until his birthday.

He fell asleep rather quickly that night, which was unusual for him, but it was a shallow sleep, dreaming of nothing but black water, fur, and two piercing, blue eyes.

CAUTION-CUIDADO-ATTENTION

あなた以外に神はいない

Waking up in a cold sweat, Gavin rolled over in his creaky bed. He looked over at his alarm clock. 2:18 AM.

for fucks sake.

Staring at his beat-up wooden desk and the piles of paper and pencils sitting at it, it occurred to him that he didn’t feel like drawing that night. It was a pretty night, with a lovely moon in the sky.

Some fresh air would do me good.

He’d fallen asleep in his clothes. Motor oil stained white T-shirt, frayed black pants, and of course, his brown leather bomber jacket. It had seen a lot in all the years he’d owned it. It had been patched twice, one on each elbow, in different colors. He wanted to paint something on the back, but he didn’t know what he wanted yet. He hadn’t thought about it.

Tiptoeing as not to wake his catatonic mother, who was sleeping on the couch in front of the TV, Gavin almost stepped on a shard of broken glass.

Beer bottles.

The living room floor was carpeted in them, in sparkling amber and green, casting moonlight all over the room, in the multifaceted reflections of the tired faces residing within it.

Beautiful… so beautiful…

He’d never drank alcohol before. He knew a lot of kids at his school who would. Theyd throw big parties at their parents houses while they were away, cut into Daddy’s brandy, and go rampaging around the neighborhood, TPing trees, streaking through the park, smashing windshields, all kinds of juvenile delinquent shenanigans. It was always the worst on Halloween, which was coming up. It was October, the month of playground rumors, teenage pranksters, and a chill of anticipation in the air.

Gavin put down the bottle, grabbed a bolt cutter and walked outside.

A cold wind immediately blew into his face, making him shiver and sneeze. A shower of damp orange leaves fluttered into his hair. As he plucked one out, he glanced toward his favorite thing he’d ever owned, his escape from all of his troubles.

A shiny motorcycle sat in the driveway, waiting. He’d rescued it from the scrapyard a few years prior and had it painted red, just like his father’s old car. His mother was always telling him to scrap it.

“Lets go, old girl.” Revving the engine, stepping on the gas, and taking flight. Wind in his hair, leaves in his face, he drove, and for a little while, he forgot all of his troubles. He passed by each and every cookie-cutter house, with their perfectly trimmed lawns, covered in tacky Halloween decorations. Bright, glowing jack-o-lanterns. Wispy plastic spiderwebs. Cartoon witches and ghosts.

Snarling black cats with brightly colored eyes.

Blue eyes.

Gavin looked away and kept driving all the way up until he reached his destination.

The edge of town, and the entrance to the forest, the sign-covered fence surrounding it, like a dare.

CAUTION-CUIDADO-ATTENTION

It had an eerie air about it. While the trees in town were decorated in all the fiery reds, oranges, and yellows of fall, the trees of the woods were all painted in the strange shades of evergreen leaves. They seemed to fade from green to what looked like blue the further you looked. The bark was white, like birch wood, but with an odd, almost pearlescent sheen if you looked too hard. And were those… eyes…

Hello.

Jerking him out from his troubled thoughts, was a voice, from behind. Human. What else would it be, silly? He turned around and almost fell backwards at the sight of a silhouette of a woman, we standing over him. “SHIT!!” he declared. A giggle in response. Oh…

“Hi, Valley…” Gavin exhaled. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was holding his breath at all. She took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled. Her hands were warm. “Why do you look so afraid? Did you think you were the only kid who came out here?”

His heartbeat slowed. Maybe she would understand. Maybe she wants to go with me. Maybe we can see whats on the other side together.

He glanced at his motorcycle, at the bolt cutters, and began to speak.

“Remember when I told you i didn’t know what I wanted to do for my birthday?” A puzzled expression danced across Valley’s face. Exhale. “Val, how would you like to see whats on the other side with me? We can get away from all this. Together. Just like we wanted, right?” His eyes shined in anticipation.

Valley’s expression changed to a warm smile. She leaned towards him and kissed him. Her lips were soft and she tasted like the strawberry soda she brought him the day before.

His heart fluttered. His face got warm. Was this happening?

She pulled away.

His hands felt so cold all of a sudden.

“Oh, Gavin, doll. You know theres nothing out there, right?”

“what…?”

“There just isn’t. All the folks that go out there just die. Everybody knows. Please don’t tell me you believe all the stories the kids tell. I love you and I support you, but I can’t agree with you on this.

Don’t you remember what happened to your father?”

The mention of his father made his blood run cold. Sure, he left him and his mom to fend for themselves, leaving them poor and hungry, but whatever was on the other side of that fence had to be worth it, right? He wouldn’t have done all this for nothing, right?

He can’t be dead. He’s out there somewhere. He has to be.

He hadn’t noticed that that familiar haunted look had passed over his own face, the way Valley had. He felt a strong, warm hand gripping his sleeve.

“Gavin, please. I know you want to find out what happened to your dad, but I’m really worried about you. I’ve been trying to support you no matter what, and I know you’ve been going through a lot, but I can’t let you go in there-“

“let go of me.”

“w-what…?”

“please, I-“

“Gavin, you’re scaring me. Please come back with me, I love you-“

“I SAID LET GO.”

Gavin pulled away with such ferocity that Valley fell backwards against his motorcycle, toppling it over. Breathing hard, he turned back towards his girlfriend. The look in her eyes was indescribable. There was so much hurt, so much fear, so much worry for him.

He couldn’t handle it. He had to run. Gavin knew he probably should have just turned back and ran home, but he just couldn't deal with the anger of his mother, the worry of his girlfriend, and everyone, all of Lockroot watching, knowing. Seeing the look in his dark brown eyes.

There goes another one.

He dropped his bolt cutters and clambered over the fence, ignoring the barbed wire digging into his hands and the warm blood gushing down his cold wrists. Ignoring the sobs and begs of his girlfriend. Ignoring them as they stopped completely. Getting to the top of the fence, he threw himself over, no hesitation. Landing hard on his side, a shot of pain burst through his hip, causing him to let out a moan. It didn’t matter. He just needed to get away. Gavin got up with a pained grunt and took off, deep into the mouth of the dark, cavernous woods, not daring to look back.

As he ran, searing pain throbbed in his side and the deep gashes in his hands left an obvious trail of blood behind him. Gavin’s injuries were getting harder to ignore, threatening to throw him back into the rotten leaves and worm infested dirt. He had to keep going. He didn’t know what he was running from or where he was trying to get. He just knew he didn’t want to fall. He was afraid that if he did, he’d pass out, never wake up, and rot alone out there in these God forsaken woods, his lean, sallow body slowly falling to pieces and filling with maggots, beetles and flies. Picking at his soft flesh. Eating him, bit by little bit.

The air had grown moist, tepid and suffocating. Gavin started to gasp and heave for breath. Wasn’t it October? The eyes on the tree bark were growing sharper and darker. Scrutinising him.

Stop looking at me.

He couldn’t fall. He couldn’t surrender. There were whispers in his ears, so faint that he didn’t know if he was really hearing them. The voice was indescribable, neither male nor female, young or old, but filled with desire, desire for something beyond what it had. Something it shouldn’t be allowed.

lie down here with me, will you? you’re a handsome one. why don’t you stay a while…

He felt paws all over him, grasping at his thighs and his stomach, pulling at his hair. It felt familiar.

keepgoingkeepgoingdontstopyoucantquitnow

In the end, his undoing was a regular old, run of the mill, medium sized gray rock. The kind you’d find in your backyard. His foot hit the stone hard and he went down, right on his bad hip. Crack. He lay on the ground for a few minutes, not even mustering up the energy to scream. The only thing that came out of his dry, cracked lips was a soft, pathetic moan, followed by a choked-back sob. What had he been thinking? Valley was right, there was nothing out here, and now he was lost and all alone. His girlfriend was gone, his mom was gone, and now he was going to die out in these horrible woods just like his father.

Blood gushing from his hands and tears flowing from his eyes, Gavin slowly sat up and tried to brush the dirt off of his soiled leather jacket. At that moment, he noticed a horrible smell.

Like a garbage dump. Like rotting meat. Like death.

The stench was overpowering. It assaulted his sinuses and made him gag. Gavin swayed, doubled over and vomited what little was in his stomach. The smell of it mixed with the nauseating air, threatening to make him throw up again, when all of a sudden, a shadow fell over the forest.

Gavin looked up, and his eyes met with a monster.

ねこまた nekomata

It was hard to discern in the pitch dark woods, but it must have been around 15-20 feet tall. The space around it rippled with what looked like dark, matted fur, two impossibly long, mangy tails danced behind it, and its drooling, slavering mouth held rotten, yellow teeth the size of small trees. A deafening buzzing noise could be heard near and around the monster, with Gavin realizing that this demon was shielded in a dark, undulating cloud of flies.

The worst part was it’s eyes.

Two soulless, pitch black holes, deep as an abandoned well, with two piercing pricks of bright, nuclear blue in their centers. The creatures gaze was blank, filled with nothing but hunger. Staring at Gavin like a bloody slab of steak. Like a tiny mouse in a trap.

It began to move towards him, calmly, and ever so casual. Gavin couldn’t cry out. All he could do was sit, stunned, in a rancid puddle of his own vomit. This can’t be real. God wouldn’t let this happen. At that moment, he realized that he had lost his rosary. The monster drew closer, until it’s head was just inches away from Gavin’s, it’s breath blowing into his face. He noticed large chunks of rotting flesh festering between it’s teeth, being fed on and burrowed into by the army of insects surrounding the creature.

I guess that explains the smell…

Gavin was frozen. He wished he had a weapon, wished he could attack the thing waiting in front of him. He wished he could move, so maybe he could try to escape. But instead, he was still as a stone, unable to do anything. How many times have you been in this position?

Gavin tried to brace himself for his death as the monsters mouth began to open. He waited to feel claws to rival his monster movies on his body, cracking his bones in half. He waited to feel teeth ripping his skin away from his muscles. He waited for the feeling of bodily fluids mixing and flowing and filling his lungs and his eyes and smothering him.

It never came. Maybe it would’ve been better than what followed.

Instead of devouring Gavin and leaving his bones for a stray dog to chew on, the monsters eyes rolled back into its head, and it’s face began to split down the middle. A viscous black liquid gushed out of the seams.

It almost looked like motor oil.

Gavin almost gagged as the creatures face slowly tore apart and peeled away, revealing a shiny white skull filled to the brim with millipedes. The oil-like substance dripped onto his clothes, further staining them, the black mixing with the red and green of the blood and vomit. One of the millipedes crawled out of the monsters gaping mouth and fell onto Gavin’s arm. He watched in horror as the insect burrowed into the gash on his hand. He could see it moving under his skin. He could feel it’s little legs poking at his muscles.

あなた以外に神はいない

do you understand?

Gavin promptly blacked out.

The next morning, at the end of Maple Street, the sun shone through the small yellow house’s windows. The birds were singing, and the paper boy was making his rounds as if nothing had happened, nothing at all. The calendar read October 16th, 1963. A certain young man’s 18th birthday.

Gavin woke up, at home, in his own bed, with his mind full of fog and the worst headache you can imagine. It felt like a jackhammer was being drilled into his brain.

Was it all… a horrible dream?

His jacket and t-shirt were lying on the floor next to his bed, but his jeans were still on. I need to stop sleeping in my clothes.

His side hurt. His hands hurt. It's nothing. I probably just fell, maybe cut myself on one of Mother's beer bottles...

As he rolled out of bed to get a shirt on, he noticed his drawings, rather than being scattered across the floor, were stacked up next to his desk. Looking through them, he saw they were all of shadowy, grey cats.

"Ugh..." He wondered if he'd been drinking, and that was why his head hurt so bad. Never mind that he didn't drink. That was his mother's habit. It's just that there was no other way to explain what had happened the night before.

Speaking of which...

"Gavin. Get down here. We need to talk."

A "Happy Birthday" would've been nice.

Ambling down the stairs, Gavin braced himself. Did she find out where he'd been, somehow? That would mean he'd actually ended up going, and the events of last night had actually played out. He wasn't ready to accept that truth.

His mother met his face, standing in the middle of their glass covered living room floor, which no one bothered to clean up. Her auburn hair looked like it hadn't been combed in weeks and her green sweater was covered in stains. She looked like she hadn't slept a day in her life.

"The sherrif found your motorcycle down by the outskirts of town, and your little girlfriend wouldn't say anything, but she seemed pretty damn shaken. Is there anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

no... it was a nightmare... nothing more...

"I don't know what you're talking about."

under his skin, something moved.

"Oh, i think you do. For eighteen years now, i've fed you, clothed you, provided for you and the ONLY THING i've asked in return is for you to STAY AWAY FROM THE WOODS. This is how you thank me? For EVERYTHING IVE EVER DONE FOR YOU?"

The woman was livid, blue eyes burning with rage, face locked in a snarl. She grabbed Gavin by the hair and pulled his face up close by hers. There was a distinct stench of alcohol on her breath. He'd heard this song before, many times over.

"You were looking for your father, weren't you."

He felt something running down his scalp. Blood? Something more viscous, perhaps? Motor oil?

Your father is dead. Maybe the "evil spirits" in those awful stories he told you did him in. At any rate, it doesn't matter anymore. Go into the woods if you want, because you're not welcome in my house anymore. If you want to be like your father, then be like him. Leave. Don't ever come back."

"Mama-"

"JUST GO!" The woman threw her son backwards, landing hard with a sickening CRUNCH into the floor's coating of broken glass and booze bottles. His mother's sorrow would find yet another way to hurt him, he thought, as he felt the shards dig into his back. This was it. Gavin would need to find someplace else to go. Wincing as he got up, blood rushing down his back, he limped back upstairs, grabbed his jacket and was just about to leave before he noticed several full beer bottles from her mom's stash. Nothing left to lose...

His mom couldn’t punish him for anything anymore. It was oddly freeing. He took a couple bottles and stowed them away. With everything he needed stored in his bag, there was one more place he figured he could try. If it didn't work, he would have to find someplace else.

Valley had spent the entire day up until that point talking to the police. They wouldn't get anything out of her, she didn't even know what had happened herself. Besides, everyone in town knew that these investigations were for show anyways. No one ever came out of the woods, and after a while, everyone forgot. Valley would have to as well.

At that moment, lying on her blue silk sheets, the doorbell rang.

"Listen Officer, i already told you i haven't got anything for you-"

Her eyes met not with a blue clad member of the force, but with a ghost. If possible, Gavin looked even worse than he did the night before, when she watched him jump the forbidden fence like a man possessed, seemingly sealing his fate. His clothes were covered in bloodstains, some looking old, some looking new. Valley couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"H-how? You’re not... no one is supposed to... I saw..."

"Hey again, Val."

How could he just show up on her doorstep like nothing happened at all? This wasn't how these cases were supposed to go. The posters would stay up for a while until they got taken down, and no one would ever talk about the missing person again. Maybe it was messed up, but that’s how it had always been.

"Gavin, i can't believe you're..."

"Alive? Yeah... i'm having some trouble believing that too."

Valley rubbed her temple and sighed. It was obvious she was very stressed. And why shouldn't she be? Her boyfriend of almost a year had seemingly gotten himself killed right in front of her, she'd spent the entire day talking to the cops about the incident, and now he'd showed up on her doorstep out of nowhere? Maybe it'd have been better if he hadn't come back at all. Maybe he should've just stayed gone. All he ever did was hurt others anyway...

Valley looked up, finally. "Okay, what do you-" Nothing. He'd already gone. It was like he hadn't even been there to begin with.

I’m such an idiot.

Val walked back upstairs to her room, flopped down onto her expensive silk sheets and screamed into her pillow. “That fucking ASSHOLE! How could he be so casual about this? I thought he died!! And now he leaves me all over again, with no explanation??” Valley was tired. This wasn’t the first stupid thing Gavin had pulled, and now he was crossing into genuinely dangerous territory. “That’s it. I’m done. I don’t need to worry about him anymore. Let him go back into that forest. See if I care.”

She decided it would be best to try to go to sleep, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

“You wouldn’t actually go back there… would you?”

Meanwhile, Gavin knew he needed to find his motorcycle. It could have either been taken by the police, or it was still out there by the woods. Somehow he doubted the cops had touched it. There was probably yellow tape around it or something. He didn't want to go back to the forest, but somehow, some way, he knew he had to.

His hand itched, and there was still something squirming beneath his skin. It felt like it was trying to get out. To go back into the forest, and take him with it.

Was he marked?

At that moment, Gavin remembered the bottles he’d taken from his house, if he could call it that anymore.

Maybe it could help me get my courage back.

He took one swig, then another. The first drink was awful. It tasted like hatred and burned his throat, but he kept forcing it down, because he was desperate to feel SOMETHING. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea…

He kept going anyways.

After a while, it started to get better. Or maybe this was what being drunk was like. Before he knew, he'd burned through nearly half of the bottles he'd stolen, and each sip sent fire down his throat, burning away his inhibitions. How did i never try this? How do people not do this every day? His head swam and his thoughts blurred, and all he knew was that he felt good, and that a new chapter of his life was about to begin.

Follow me.

A voice rang out from seemingly nowhere in particular, taking his hand, dragging him along for the ride. Whatever was under his skin felt like it was trying to tear it’s way out and lead him to the woods. Maybe he was marked. Marked for this journey.

Follow. I know what you’re looking for. I can take you there. You’re going to see something beautiful…

And what else could he do? The alcohol in his system was preventing him from thinking straight anyways. Gavin felt himself almost being pulled forward by some external, seemingly invisible force. He felt fur all around him. It was almost nice. Comfortable. He could hear disjointed voices, seeming far away.

“Hey, isn’t that…” “It can’t be. He should be dead...” “They never come back.” “Is he okay?”

Pay them no mind… we’ll be here soon.

Two glowing blue pinpricks. Jack o lanterns outside of cookie cutter houses. Follow the lights. This is your destiny.

Destiny?

Gavin had never thought of destiny before. When he found his motorcycle, that felt like destiny. When he started dating Valley, that felt like destiny.

I guess none of that matters now.

Everything itched.

Suddenly, he was back by the fence, in the outskirts of town. Didn’t it usually take longer to get here, especially by foot?

There was a hole in the fence, seemingly cut out just for him. Did I do that? And right in front of it, there it was.

His motorcycle. It hadn’t been moved since the night before.

There was a path slicing through the forest. He didn’t remember that from the last time he was there.

The bike was fueled up and ready for him. Gavin knew what had to be done. Whether or not this was real or an alcohol induced haze didn’t matter to him. Getting on the bike and finding out what was on the other side of those woods was all that mattered.

Any horrible monsters or demons be damned.

He revved up the motorcycle and back through the woods he went, and with his inhibitions drowned out of his body, Gavin could finally see how pretty it was out there. The almost supernatural blues and greens of the tree leaves complimenting the pearlescent bark. He could see the shadows of impossibly large creatures rustling behind the trees. This time, the atmosphere of the woods felt less like a warning and more like a new beginning. But sometimes, new beginnings can be just as terrifying.

He didn’t see the cat until he’d already hit it. He’d been swerving through the path, and had come pretty close to a crash several times over, just barely missing any stray trees or rocks. However, his drunken reflexes weren’t going to be enough to save him for long.

A jingling bell. Glowing, fearful blue eyes on gray fur. A animals shriek. A thud, a splat, and a swerve. Too late. The damage had been done, and both the bike and the boy were thrown aside by something that seemed far larger than a roadkill cat. Something that threw them a long way before they landed, and they landed hard on what seemed like pavement. why would there be pavement way out here in this forest?

Gavin skid across the ground, feeling something pop out of his face theysaidmyeyesweresobeautiful, well, what was left of his face, as he felt his skin scraping off the side of his body pleasemommyitburnsitburns, and as he felt the shattering of bones upon impact that’smorethanjustmyhipisn’tit and the broken glass shards embedding in his flesh feelslikehome, it all came to him. It came to him as he realized his bike was pinning him to the ground, as he felt his limbs bend the wrong way, as blood and piss and oil flowed from seemingly every opening on his body.

I guess this is it. I’m dying.

I didn’t even get to see what was on the other side.

Was there even anything on the other side?

Was this what happened to Father?

I can feel the glass in my back.

All I am is glass. I want to go home.

I want to see Mother. God, maybe, if I’m lucky. Something tells me if I’m not lucky.

招き猫 maneki-neko

All I am is glass.

The last things Gavin heard as the black washed over him were a pained, stilted meow, a blood gurgle (my first victim’s? my own?), and the skittering of something crawling out of the cavity where his eye used to be.

all for nothing…

all for...

Fur. Fur, all around him. Again. He was beginning to get sick of this feeling. Or was it becoming comfortable? He didn’t know. The feeling reminded him of his mother’s old habits. Not like he had any time to dwell on her, because the moment he opened his remaining eye, he was met with a massive feline skull, seemingly coming out of and from the darkness around him, with two blue pinpricks for eyes.

Welcome, old friend.

I know your voice. Who are you?

That doesn’t matter. You want to get out of here, don’t you?

Yes. I never got to see… I never got to see what was…

I can do that for you. I can bring you back. I can get you out.

How?

A massive paw with claws like butcher knives materialized in front of him. What was the saying? Don’t deal with the devil?

Was this even the devil? Or was this something else entirely?

Take my hand. Your transformation will come with pain and hardship, but it will help the both of us. I promise.

Gavin didn’t want this to be for nothing. He didn’t want to go back into the darkness. He really didn’t.

You don’t have to. You can always just stay where you are. Forever.

His journey, his pain, his losses, his discoveries. He wanted to know where it all would lead.

What is your final decision, old friend?

He needed to know.

He put out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then forcefully connected it with the gargantuan paw splayed out before him. No going back now.

So it shall be. Thank you, Gavin.

The gray fur melted around him and gathered into his hand. It began to spread and grow from there, covering each inch of his body. His arms, his legs, his torso, his face. It blinded him, and as he lost his senses one by one, he felt it flow into the cavernous empty eye socket left by his recklessness.

Curiosity killed the cat.

But satisfaction brought it back.

After hours, or days, I can’t tell anymore, Gavin woke up changed, someplace else. Everything hurt. He felt like every part of his body was bleeding. His injuries might have healed by some supernatural force, but it sure didn’t feel that way.

He opened his eye and the first thing that struck him was that instead of a forest, he was met with a sprawling junkyard, filled to the brim with piles of garbage as tall as buildings, against a stark red sky. An all manner of dilapidated mechanical gadgets. People’s weeks-old trash. Horrible smelling organic matter that Gavin didn’t want to look at or even think about. Salvage heaven? He couldn’t tell, but it felt like everything anyone had every thrown away ended up here.

Have I been thrown away, too?

Gavin attempted to get his bearings and try and survey his new surroundings, but every move he made felt like a thousand knives as hot as the sun were being inserted into his flesh. He knew he had to do SOMETHING, though.

I need to see what happened to my body. I need to see the results of this “transformation.”

There was a reflective pool of a familiar black, viscous liquid seemingly a few feet away from him, his estimate as his depth perception had all but disappeared. Maybe that would work. Abandoning all dignity he might’ve still kept at this point, he put his death-razed arms out in front of him and dragged himself to his goal.

Is this what I’ve come to? Is this the culmination of all my 18 years of life? I never even saw my senior prom.

Gavin would see something else, however. Mustering up all his strength, he made it to the metallic puddle and attempted to stand. A thousand sickening cracking noises resonated out of his body, as if he was 81 rather than 18. The pain was so unbearable he almost puked his literal guts out into the looking glass puddle he’d just worked so hard to reach.

However, what he saw in it made him hurt in a different way. He didn’t know whether or not it was worse than the pain of all the injuries he’d agreed to endure. Whatever I just struck a pact with must not have been powerful enough to get rid of any pain I might be feeling, even if I’m now able to live through it.

Before him was a face he didn’t recognize, a face he might’ve expected from the horror movies he used to sneak out to see. His skin appeared ash white, like all of his blood had drained from his body. The skin he had left, anyways, as the right side of his body, the side he’d landed on after the accident, had barely any at all. He’d never really thought of what human muscles looked like underneath skin, but now was as good a time as ever to find out. If he could even still be classified as “human”. His teeth were an odd red color and had seemingly all been replaced by canine incisors, giving him a terribly offputting grin on top of everything else concerning his new appearance that might scare a person off.

His jacket sleeve was completely torn away, his black pants ripped to shreds, and his hair had turned that same familiar shade of gray, with no trace of the brown his loved ones had run their fingers through. His remaining eye was glassy and pale, with a jaundiced yellow look to it, and the cavity where his other eye used to be was so badly shredded that some of the bone could be seen. His eyelid seemed to have suffered the same fate, leaving the gaping hole in his head open for all to stare at and wonder about. His limbs had grown bushy, tangled gray fur, and at his fingertips were retractable, cat-like claws.

The most noticeable new features, however, were marked by new weight at his back and on the sides of his head. Two large, alien looking, cat-like ears had grown over Gavin’s old human ears, with lumps in places were imperfections seem to have occurred. His right ear was deformed and stunted, seemingly due to the damage he had suffered in that area. It gave him the look of a stray cat that lost the tip of it’s ear in some kind of turf war. And at his lower back danced two long, ratty, almost mangy gray tails. They seemed somewhat non-Euclidean, appearing longer and shorter depending on where you looked at them, and adorning them were two concerning markings that looked a bit like teeth.

As the boy stared into his reflection, the heavy realization settled over him like a wet cotton blanket. The old Gavin, the one that had listened to his fathers folktales and eaten at the local diner and gotten into fights at school and drawn on his arms and snuck his girlfriend into movies, was dead. He had died in an accident in the forest like so many others before him, and his replacement was this ungodly chimaera-like creature.

For the first time since he was in elementary school, Gavin knelt to the ground, threw his gaze to the red, smog-filled sky, and let himself cry. Heaving, painful sobs. The culmination of all of his life’s mistakes. No one would be there to see him, anyways.

Who’s going to love me, looking like this?

Will God forgive me for becoming something so unholy?

Was any of this even worth it?

A familiar voice rang out inside his head. Something told him that this was where it lived now.

You’re not ungodly, my disciple. In fact, you are far from it. You came back from the dead, something many saints couldn’t accomplish. There’s something divine in that, is there not?

Is that who you are? Are you God?

Laughter. And with that, the voice in his head, in his heart, went dormant.

Gavin strained and threw up a little, but managed to get up. Looking around the endless expanse of the junkyard, he noticed something, standing out from the rest of the wreckage.

A cherry-red Mustang convertible, smeared with long-dried blood. Laying next to it, a page out of fairly recent looking calendar, with the date reading April 14th, 2163.

Suddenly, the junkyard didn’t seem so endless anymore. Gavin could see what looked like a cityscape in the distance. Mustering up all the strength he could, he began to walk.

I guess this is my new beginning.

For a brief moment, the spirit’s voice came back into his head.

あなた以外に神はいない

There is no god but you.

A young girl tacks a missing persons poster to a telephone pole. What have you seen? What have you found?

Would she ever find out? Who else did?

the end LMAO ✌🏻 I hope you liked this I worked my ass off on it. If you didn’t that’s okay!! I’m not sure if I like it, either!! But at least it’s done. YIPPEE. Now go drink some water.

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mahitosmalnourishedmanhood · 8 months ago

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Something Domestic Pt.3

Summary: Her entire life, Kimiko had been convinced she was crazy. By her parents, her sister, doctors, everybody. So, she’s thankful to meet someone who assures her, her hallucinations aren’t just her mind messing with her. Too bad the messenger is a curse.

Tw: Mahito is his own warning, author is only halfway into season 1 so any conflicting details will be edited at a later date, mc can see curses and doesnt know wtf they are (but learns this chapter!), hospitalization mentions, drug/medicine mentions, talks of drinking, non graphic/brief sex talk, Mahtio overshares with the other curses, brief vomit

Author's Note: shorter than the last two chapters, but meh, at least you guys get to meet some other ocs.

Word Count: 1.1k

Mahito doesn’t bother staying the night, getting dressed and leaving not long after Kimiko goes to her room. He stares down at her white bow he had picked up on the way out and feels quite excited at the thought of telling his friends about the night, and his new companion. Oh! Maybe he should stop by Junpei’s house and talk to him about his new friend. He exits the apartment building and makes his way towards Junpei’s place.

“Good evening, Junpei.” Mahito greets the teenager as he leans over him, Junpei waking up with a start as he stares up at Mahito. “How did you sleep?” He questions, sitting at Junpei’s feet, pinching the side of one and causing Junpei to immediately tug his knees to his chest.

“Good, I guess.” Junpei mutters and looks at Mahito curiously. “What are you doing here? It’s kind of late, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I just had a wonderful experience and need to discuss something with you. Tell me, what do you think of other humans? Complete strangers, I mean. Ones you’ve never met before?” Mahito tilts his head at Junpei, who looks at him confused. Why was Mahito interested in his thoughts on people he didn’t know?

“I’m not sure.. Why do you ask?”

“Because I made a new friend, I’d like for you to meet, and I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t have an issue with it.” Mahito had heard people tended to be stronger in packs, so it likely wouldn’t hurt for him to have more than just Junpei around, and worst-case scenario, he’d always have two humans to transfigure if he runs out of his stockpile mid fight or something.

“Oh. I can meet them, I guess. Are we leaving now?” Junpei relaxes a little again, and Mahito giggles at him.

“No, I think she’s sleeping right now, be ready tomorrow morning though, I want you two to meet as soon as possible.” Mahito leaves shortly after, and it isn’t much longer before he meets up with Geto and the others. He tells the other three all about his experience with the woman, though he isn’t a fan of the teasing and Jogo’s disgusted face at the information. At least he learned some new information about human women from Geto and Jogo..

The next morning, Kimiko is woken up by her friends, Yuuki shaking her with an almost starling force. Kimiko groans and shoves Yuuki away, the other two girls sighing in relief. “God, what’s wrong with you guys?” Kimiko asks as she stands up and stretches, her back aching with the motion.

“What’s wrong with us? You completely disappeared from the bar last night and then didn’t answer any of our calls! We thought you died or something.” Yuuki scolds her, watching Kimiko pick up her phone and unlock it. Kimiko gasps and shows the screen to the other girls. “You three called me over a hundred times because I left without saying anything?”

“Yes! You’re lucky we didn’t call the police.” Seiko chimes in, crossing her arms as Kimiko scoffs and tosses her phone aside onto her bed.

“And if you were so worried, why didn’t you come here last night instead of this morning?”

“Because none of us were sober enough to drive. Where did you go anyways?” Chie sits on Kimiko’s bed, gathering her locs in her hand and sweeping them to the side as she looks between Kimiko and the other girls. Yuuki looks irritated still, but Seiko merely joins Chie on the bed, sitting beside her as Kimiko crosses her arms and glances away from the three.

“I brought a guy home.” She tells them, still not looking at them, though she hears a collective gasp, followed by a loud a guy? from the three of them.

“What guy? You don’t know any guys, Kimiko.”

“We don’t even really know any guys, who did you bring home?”

“You have no survival skills, girl. No dick is worth your life.”

All three of them are immediately standing again, in front of Kimiko, their voices overlapping as they all scold her for putting herself in danger like that. It isn’t long before she kicks them all out of her apartment. She locks the door behind them and flops down on the couch, trying to remember more of the night’s details, though it doesn’t work. She lays on the couch for a while until she hears a knock on her door. She groans and gets up to see who it is, though she’s sure it’s the girls coming back to scold her further. She opens the door and is surprised to see Mahito standing there expectantly with some brunette teenager. “Oh, Mahito, I didn’t expect to see you.. Like ever. What’s up? Is this your son or something?”

Mahito lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head. “Of course not, I don’t have any kids. I don’t think I’d even be able to have any. Can we come in? We would like to talk to you about something rather important.” Though not a moment later he’s pushing past her easily. She scoffs and glares at him before stepping out of the way for Junpei to follow his mentor.

“Don’t you have any manners?” She asks as the pair sits on her couch, and she sits in an armchair nearby. “Why are you here anyway?” The situation is odd, and she feels goosebumps spread over her body and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge as she looks at Mahito. She has a nagging feeling in her that tells her she’s in danger, but she pushes it down for now. Maybe she doesn’t have survival skills, but she doesn’t think it matters much anyways.

“First thing’s first, Kimiko, this is Junpei, Junpei this is Kimiko.” Mahito introduces the pair of them, and Junpei waves shyly at Kimiko. She waves back to be polite before looking back to Mahito, waiting for him to continue on with whatever he was here for.

“Now, are you familiar with curses?”

Kimiko shakes her head, and Mahito begins to explain everything from curses, to sorcerers, to cursed energy, to his and his group’s goal. It’s all too much for Kimiko, and the nagging feeling in her intensifies. She actually vomits into a small trash can nearby when Mahito tells her he’s a curse and plans to wipe out humanity, and she’s convinced she’s finally gone off the deep end. She wonders for a moment if her meds were even working. Come to think of it, she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to be drinking while on them, and she latches onto that realization quickly. She drank far too much last night and clearly messed up her medication. Now she was having much more complex hallucinations and delusions. Nothing else could properly explain this.

She picks herself up and doesn’t say anything to the pair, going to her bedroom and locking herself inside. She hears them talking back and forth for a moment, and eventually hears them leave. After a few hours, she gets up and leaves her apartment.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #mahito x oc #mahito #oc x mahito #mahito/oc #jjk oc #jujutsu gojo #something domestic

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league-of-sam · 1 year ago

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As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL

Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader

CHAPTER SIX

Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist

Your first year with Alex and the Special Ops Unit flew by in the blink of an eye.

You almost couldn't believe the things you'd achieved, the things you'd seen, the things you'd been through.

But now, things were getting serious.

The Al-Qatala were becoming a huge force in the Middle East, one of the biggest threats to war that the globe had seen in recent years, and you were out there chasing chemical weapons.

Now, you found yourself strapped into a helo, covered in tactical gear designed for stealth, a black mask adorning your face.

That was new.

There was a close call a few months back. John had gone out on a mission, and he was briefly captured, and they had information on you that absolutely terrified him to his very core. It took you right back to your Army days, to being injured on your last tour.

Your mind had flashed back to the insurgent standing over you, blade pressed into your abdomen as he leaned down, taking in your features.

"Such a pretty face." He'd whispered. "Such a waste, a beauty like you...I wonder if your family are just as pretty."

After finding out your life and your image put him in danger, you decided to take your callsign to a new level. The day after John's safe return, you'd turned up to training in a half mask, a piece of black cloth big enough to cover your mouth and nose.

It was tactical, and it hid your identity well, which was the entire point. Anything you could do to make it harder for enemies to find out who you and your family were.

You'd gotten inspiration from hearing about one of your brother's lieutenants, Ghost. Apparently, not even the people he worked with every day knew what he looked like, and to anyone who would read the records, no such soldier existed. You'd been told he wore a skull mask, covering everything.

So if it worked for him, why not you?

From now, and every time you wore it, you were only the Reaper.

It initiated an unspoken level of fear into your enemies, as your eyes said all the words your mouth could not. Now, it hid you in plain sight; a force of nature collecting souls wherever she went.

With the mask, you found you no longer got nervous on missions, like the anonymity protected you. But at this moment, as the helo swayed and jagged over the mountains of Verdansk, your eyes were squeezed shut and your grip on the rails was so tight that you knew your knuckles were white beneath the gloves.

"What's goin' on, angel?" Alex spoke from next to you. "Cat got your tongue?"

You'd been silent since the second the helo had taken off, something that anyone who knew you well, knew was completely out of character.

"Fuck off, Keller." You spoke through gritted teeth.

He chuckled, nudging you playfully, but it only made you gasp as your hands gripped the railing tighter.

"Seriously, what's goin' on with you?"

"Don't like heights."

Alex had to bite his lip to stop himself bursting into fits of laughter. You were one of the most deadliest assassins he'd ever seen. He'd witnessed you fearless, running into armed enemies with nothing but a knife.

But heights?

That was your Achilles heel?

"Shut up, Alex." You grunted, as if you were reading his mind while he watched you with an amused stare.

"Didn't even say anythin'."

"You don't have to, can feel- ah shite- can feel you judging me from there."

He chuckled once more, placing a hand over your knee and squeezing, his way of providing a sense of comfort and protection, as he made a mental note to share his discovery with the troops back at base once you were home.

"Watcher to 3-1, how copy?"

Your eyes snapped to Alex as Laswell's voice flowed through the radio, the two of you sharing a confused look.

"Station Chief Laswell, send traffic." He responded.

"General Barkov has sent a new shipment of chlorine gas to his depot...but his mercs are prepping to move the chems into Urzikstan via convoy, tonight."

What the fuck?

"You're still clear to engage, but live fire on Russian military is prohibited- we cannot have an international incident."

"No guarantees Russian army won't respond on this, Kate."

"Understood, Alex. Just locate the gas, commandeer Barkov's trucks, and get off the X before the tide turns."

"Copy Watcher, me and Reaper got this."

With a nod, Alex turned to you, helping you onto the rope before the two of you descended into the trees below.

You landed with a soft thump, the rest of the squad dropping around you and drawing their weapons. You had your usual semi-auto strapped to your back, but everyone knew now that your preferred method of takedown was nice and close.

Quiet.

And with your hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of your knife, you were ready, moving through the forest with your men surrounding you.

"Psst- Heads up."

As the callout was communicated, you caught on to two mercs approaching your position, torches shining brightly in the black of the night.

"Two mercs, no uniforms." Another member of the team spoke.

"Let 'em pass," You ordered, "I got this one, boys."

The team did as you said, keeping a close eye as the two mercs passed by your hiding spot. With their guns trained on them, you snuck out, slitting the throat of the one closest to you before tossing your knife into the head of the other.

"Beautifully done, Reaper." Alex praised.

"Naturally."

Collecting your weapons, the team gave the all-clear, and you moved in on the compound, Alex calling for fire from the helo.

You watched in awe as the missiles flew down, illuminating the sky in beautiful colours of yellow and orange, Alex holding you behind him slightly.

Following the all-clear from air support, you and the team moved down to the entrance of the compound through an old tunnel as any of the remaining mercs flooded into the woods, armed to kill.

With your collective expert training, you took them out with ease, entering the compound. Everything that could have been was on fire, the heat surrounding you, causing beads of liquid to form along your hairline.

Alex led as you followed, gunning down every merc in your path that tried to stop you from getting to the warehouse. Once you got there, two members of the team cracked the door as Alex helped you put a gasmask over your face.

"You good, angel?" He checked.

"Affirm, 3-1. What the-?"

As you spoke, the entire compound went into darkness, and Alex grabbed you, holding you close as his weapon drew high.

"They killed the power...stay close."

You stayed sandwiched between him and another of the squad, each of you weaving through the various crates and shelving.

"Whoever killed the power is in here, I'm tellin' you."

"I heard it too, 7-3." You whispered back, eyes fixed on the point where metal had clanged. "Stay sharp, lads- there!"

You almost missed it, but the unmistakeable blur of a body shot right by you, diving down behind a box at the end of the aisle. Bullets unleashed around you, and just as quick as you'd given the call, the merc was down.

Drawing your knife, you followed your team closely as you fought your way through the warehouse and to the power.

"Oh, fuck." You said, turning over the body of the merc closest to you. "These aren't mercs, Al. They're Russian army."

"Shit." He spoke, pulling you back, "3-1 to Watcher...Barkov's hired guns are Spetsnaz. We got Russian army KIA - We need to bug out now."

"Negative. Command wants mission accomplished on this. Not our choice."

"Never fucking is, is it?" You shook your head, following your men out to the truck.

You inspected it hesitantly, finding it filled with several hazardous canisters. Swabbing the tanks, it took all of a few seconds to verify that this was exactly what you were looking for.

Chlorine gas.

"PID on the gas, Laswell."

"Solid copy, Reaper. Load up and get back to base."

All of you piled into the vehicles, and began to exit the compound, you riding in the back with Alex at shotgun. A smile was on your face, the mission having been completed with smooth sailing.

But that didn't last long.

Just as you lent forward to clap a hand on Alex's shoulder, a blazing truck flew down from the hill on the right, slamming into the car in front.

You yelled as the car you were in began to reverse, the body being littered with bullet holes, until you saw a flash of orange light, and a small projectile flying straight toward you.

Before you could scream the warning of the incoming RPG, it had hit, and you were slammed against the opposite side, and the vehicle overturned.

"Watcher to 3-1 how copy? Alex, Reaper, do you read? Over!"

The mumble of Laswell's voice broke through your unconsciousness, drowned out by the ringing in your ears and the popping of gunfire. Reaching up, you winced as you pulled from your head, the tips of your gloves glistening in a wetness.

You were bleeding?

Maybe you hit your head?

You didn't have chance to answer those questions, as you felt hands grip onto your arms, dragging your body over the shards of debris and broken glass.

"I got you, 6-2. I got you!"

"(Y/N)! C'mon, you're alright. Reaper, wake up!"

Groggily, you turned to see Alex reaching out for you from his position on the hardened floor, grabbing hold of you once the person pulling you got to him.

He pulled you closer, almost as groggy as you, and you jolted as the man that had dragged you from the burning vehicle took one bullet. Two bullets. Three. Until he dropped next to you, lifeless.

You couldn't get any words out as you drifted in and out of consciousness, staring up at the two insurgents as they poked and prodded at the bodies around you.

This was it...this was how you'd die.

But no, the two men spared you and Alex, jumping into the truck and taking off with the gas. You started coughing, then, prying off the mask as Alex tried to sit up beside you.

"Echo 3-1 to Watcher..."

"Alex! What happened?"

He grunted, pushing himself onto his knees, tapping your leg, "Terrorist attack- multiple marines KIA, gas stolen, we need EVAC now!"

"Roger. Tracking multiple Russian forces headed your way. Sit tight. We're pushing-"

You flopped down onto your back, breathing heavily as you regained full consciousness, grip tight on your forearm that had been cut with the torn metal of the vehicle when you'd been dragged out.

"Ah, fuck-" You winced.

"You solid, angel?" Alex said, dropping down next to you to help you sit upright.

"Solid. 'Tis but a flesh wound." You spoke back as you pulled a bandage from your belt, wrapping it tightly around the wound.

Alex helped you to your feet, the two of you going around to aid any of your wounded men until evac arrived, and you were once again safely on a helo. You leant against the wall as the field medic patched you up, and you turned to Alex.

"What just happened?"

a|n: and now, we enter Reaper's time during the MW2019 campaign. can't wait for you guys to see what I have in store for you.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #task force 141 #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost fanart #call of duty #cod mw oc #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #callofduty #gaming #cod mw19 #captain price #john mactavish #phillip graves #graves x reader #ghost x reader

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rainbowxocs · 2 years ago

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How did you come up with everyone’s names? I see a lot of them are Japanese in origin?

That’s a very interesting question actually!!

So, specifically the Okutama crew are from Japan. I’ve been doing a plotline with them so that’s why most of the names on the blog are Japanese atm. Lol.

My characters names come from, all sorts of places. But I’ll just talk about Okutama specifically because it’s very interesting to me.

Most of My Okutama characters Date back to around.. 2015? 2016? Somewhere around there? They originally were fan characters for a VERY problematic game which I shall not mention. In fact, I use to run the most popular role playing group FOR that game on deviantart. It was a very weird time.

(Also warning, I am learning Japanese- but like.. I’m essentially a -1 year old while speaking in Japanese. So bare with me-)

Are Yoru- Are was the first character I ever made for this fandom, She originally was a self insert because the game allowed you to customize your MC and I essentially made a weird murdery version of me. Their original name was: アレクシス (Arekushisu) よる (Yoru), Which was essentially a very badly google translated version of my dead name, and the word Night (because she was edgy you see), Her name is now just Are because 99.9% of the time back then we called them アレ-ちゃん (Are-Chan). (And also the connection to my dead name made me feel weird lol and the connection to ME made me feel weird as well). Are is probably the most incomprehensible name in actual Japanese.. cause アレ is not, a name. But she has been called Are for so long I can’t imagine calling them anything else.

Yukai Mori (Yukai Hayashi)- Yukai was the second character I made, I’m like 99% sure. She was the first OC I posted to the roleplay group. She hasn’t changed much over the years, besides just, generally making her more realistic. I don’t remember the exact origin of ユカイ林 (Yukai Hayashi). I remember wanting to give her a very unassuming name, so knowing like 11 year old me I might have just been like “Popular Japanese Names 2016” or whatever. Her new last name 森 (Mori) however comes from the word Forest. Hayashi means Woods. You can tell cause both kanji look like groups of trees 林森 . It was a subtle way to make her distance herself from her family while also still being connected to it. Her nickname is Kai-Chan! Or カイ-ちゃん

Chie Hayashi (チエ林)- Chie’s origin is Actually really cute! She’s named after my Moms college roommate. I made her because Yukai originally had like- 12 sisters or something? But that’s shrunk down to 2- because jfc.

Kyandi Amai- Kyandi is very easy to.. figure out. she’s a person made of candy.. so.. キャンぢ甘�� (Kyandi Amai), She canonically named herself, cause I don’t think her mom would.. just name her candy baby.. candy.. She’s named after the borrowed English word for Candy, vs the word Ame (あめ), Amai however does mean sweet.

Ai Amai- Kyandis Mom, She’s a witch who accidentally turned a piece of candy alive. 愛甘い (Ai Amai) her name is ALSO a pun. Ai means love, therefore her name would essentially be Love Sweets or I love Sweets.

Hana Seta (花瀬田)- HANA! my beloved! She was the first one in my second generation of Okutama OCs. Where I shifted from roleplay groups to solely roleplaying with my friend Morgan. Hana was originally created as a mascot for Instagram, but solely shifted into a wackier character. I don’t remember Hana’s name meaning anything in particular. Her name means Flower and her last name means essentially rice farmer.

Kagayaki Tekikya (輝き滴下)- Originally based on J.D from Heathers.. which.. is an incredibly funny fact when you look at the character now. His last name is based on Tekiya which are the predecessors to the Yakuza. Over the years the extra K was added in and, I just cant spell it any other way. I don’t think that Kagayaki itself tho had a specific origin for me, though it does mean shiny. His nickname is Kaga-Kun or かが-くん, He can also go by 빛나는 테키키아 , Which is what his mother use to call him in her native language (Korean), he doesn’t often go by this though.

Keh Spo (ケースポ): So in Japan, normally before you get to know someone you would say their last name first, like for example Doe John instead of John Doe. So Keh’s name is Spo Keh… cause.. he’s spooky… and a ghost hunter.. thats it thats all there is too it.

Makai Mori (魔界森): The last of the Hayashi Sisters. Makai essentially means hell or evil. Her name was not given to her by the Hayashi family, it was more of a nickname given to her before she got adopted. Makai’s demon name or True name is Beelzebub, She was named after the real Beelzebub due to her being a glutton demon and also due to her carnivorous nature attracting flies. Demons have two names, due to havinf a demons true name means having power over that demon. She also has a tendency to be called a Hellion but in a very literal sense.

Evey Aiki (イービーあいき): Aiki is a word for love. Which relates to Evey’s um… obsessive tendencies.. However I believe I chose the name Evey just because it sounded pretty. Its not a Japanese name but it is a Latin one apparently! And it means life! Which is… ironic… considering its um.. Evey..

Uru Nanamo (ウルナナモ): I do not fully remember why I named Uru this, and the translation of his name doesn’t give me much clues. However her name means to possess and budding flowers. Due to him being adopted allot, she has a few other last names as well. 朝原 (Asahara which means Field) (たなか, Tanaka, which… also means field..). He is also called Onee-Uru or Big Sister Uru. As a term of endearment by Atsu.

Atsu Kaigan (アツ海岸): I also do not fully remember where Atsu’s name comes from exactly. BUT: It means Twin Coast!

Yuki Sho (雪翔): I wanted Yuki and Mizuki’s names to rhyme some what because they’re twins. Yuki means snow, and Sho means Royal essentially? I chose Sho because it comes from the Ryukyuan kingdoms Royal family.

Mizuki Sho (ミズキ翔): Mizuki’s name is based on a flowering tree! So he is based on spring vs Yuki who is based on Winter.. They both have a yin yang sort of thing about them. Mizuki is normally a feminine name but it is sometimes used as a male name.

TW: Because some of my characters are from the past, there are some darker themes in the story. Nothing below here goes into detail however i will explain the basic description of certain things.

Specific TWs: Child Abuse, Prositution, Historical Sexism, Just Yknow general stuff you’d find in the 1400s unfortunately.

Some Titles my Characters Have:

Yukai: Former Wakagashira of The Hayashis. Essentially what that means is that Yukai use to be the second highest ranking in her family and would handle allot of the different jobs and what not and organize things. (Side note, The Hayashis would be essentially a small town mafia. So- yknow. They would have different rules than your most popular Yakuza organization.. so just suspend your disbelief a little that there’s,, high ranking women in this mafia... cause thats not accurate irl—-)

Are: HOLY SHIT SHE HAS SO MANY TITLES. Okay. So. In order of which she got them.

Kamuro (A child courtesan who was being trained by an Oiran (a high ranking prostitute) They would be in charge of running errands and getting food for their Big Sister/Oiran)

Oiran (A high ranking Prositute, who was trained to do performance art, like tea ceremonies, dancing, music, etc.)

Maiko (A young girl who is training to be a Geisha.)

Geisha (A Entertainer which specializes in the performing arts, Mostly singing and dancing)

Maid (Low Ranking Servant, mostly does chores and cooking)

Otoshiyori (Personal Servant/Assistant to the Emperor and his Wife, the Empress)

Sokushitsu (Concubine)

Kikoe-Ogimi (Grand Royal Priestess)

Myobu (High Ranking Kitsune)

Chie: Current Oyabun of the Hayashi’s, Basically the leader of the Hayashi Family mafia due to her parents dying.

Hana: Hime Hana, Princess Consort of Hell. because she’s currently the wife of Lucy Ferr, one of the princesses of hell, she has a Royal title specifically only in hell. (It’s a Long Story). There are more common terms for princess than Hime, but due to Hana’s kinda old fashioned style she would probably use Hime. She also does not have the title “Her Imperial Highness” due to her not being in a ruling position in Japan.

Kagayaki:

Former Wakagashira of The Tekikya Family.

Maiko (Geisha and Maiko is traditionally a only female practice, however, considering theres literally portals to hell in town, most people don’t care in this universe-)

Jenn-Chan, Onee-Jenn (Full Name: Jenn-Da-Benn, or Big Sister Jenn. This is Kagayaki’s drag queen persona, Her style is mixing together modern j-fashion and traditional clothing such as Kimonos and what not. Known for accidentally shattering a window with one of her heels)

Keh:

Itako (A Blind spirit medium)

Miko (A Shrine Maiden in Shintoism)

(Both of these terms tend to be female only, but gender is fucky in this universe so-)

Yokai (This is a self proclaimed title, He also sometimes calls themself a protector of Yokai)

Ai:

Grand Witch of Okutama (Shes a very powerful witch lol)

The Original Onna Musha (Onna Musha is a term to refer to Female warriors normally alongside Samurai, due to Ai being old as dirt and also being a very powerful Warrior she is often called this)

Makai: Former Shateigashira of the Hayashis

Uru: Kami no Okurimono (Gift of Gods, A title given to him from his first family. Who was yknow.. a cult..)

Atsu: Hogo-Sha no Kami (Protector of Gods)

Yuki:

Hime Yuki (Princess Yuki)

Kamura

Oiran

Waremechan (Essentially means Cunt-Chan. A very offensive title given to her after she died)

Mizuki:

Oji Mizuki (Prince Mizuki)

Shi No Oji (Prince of Death, Given to him after his death as a way to respect him.)

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First Love - Yosuke x Claude (OC)

Lord this took forever and idk how to feel about it. Anyways, enjoy this.

“Come on now, don’t bring her into this!” Yosuke exclaimed with red cheeks as Yu teased him about his latest crush on this first year. “She’s just cute, leave me alone. It’s not like you haven’t been drooling over Chie. That’s where I don’t understand you man.”

“I’m just glad I’ve kept my crush hidden from you both.” Claude said with a smile, blue eyes shining behind his glasses when Yosuke met his gaze.

“Huh? You have a crush on someone?!” Yosuke slammed his hands on the table when he jumped up, leaning over the table. “Spill it, Claude! Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Girl?” Claude tilted his head, pursing his lips a bit in confusion. “It’s- It’s not a girl…”

“What- OH!” Yosuke’s eyebrows shot towards the sky as he leaned back away from Claude with a sudden sense of uncomfortableness. “You, uh- You’re into guys?”

“… I am…” Claude frowned a bit as he noticed Yosuke’s instant reaction to the reveal of this fact. “Is there something wrong with that..?”

“What? Pssh! No!” Yosuke’s words seemed forced and nervous as he waved his hand at Claude. “You can like what you like. Just stay away from my ass, okay?”

“Yosuke!” Yu furrowed his eyebrows as he slapped Yosuke’s head. “Idiot! Don’t be rude.”

“Sorry! It’s just- I want him to know I don’t swing that way!” Yosuke exclaimed with red cheeks as his heart rate sped up. “No offense Claude. I hope you-“

Yosuke’s words died on his tongue as he looked at the distraught look on Claude’s face. His blue eyes brimmed with tears and his freckled face was red. Yosuke winced at the sharp twang in his chest at the sight of him.

“Hey- Claude I didn’t mean it like that. It was a joke.” Yosuke forced a laugh as he reached across the table without thinking. “Don’t cry… You better not cry!”

Claude yanked his hand back when Yosuke grabbed it, Yosuke himself yanking his back also as his heart pounded in his chest. Yosuke watched as Claude stood up quickly, knocking his chair over in the process before a few tears fell.

��Stop it.” Claude’s voice cracked with sorrow, tears streaming down his cheeks now. “Stop it! You’re just like everyone else! You’re just going to shove me away and call me names all because I like something a little different! You’re going to treat me like shit all because I love a man. Well, maybe I don’t even like my crush anymore. Maybe I’m over it because he’s just like the rest of the people who always picked on me for who I was.”

“Claude-“ Yosuke reached out to him again but Claude slapped his hand away.

“I can’t believe I let myself fall for you.” Claude’s words were cold as his tears continued to fall while gathering his stuff. “Just leave me be. Don’t talk to me.”

Claude finished grabbing his things and ran towards his home. Yosuke stood there watching in shock as Claude’s words registered in his brain.

“What?” Yosuke couldn’t grasp what he was thinking, the idea of Claude liking him so unreal it was fucking up his thought process.

“Dude, that was so uncalled for.” Yu spoke in an angry tone. “Claude likes you, Yosuke. You just kinda took that knowledge and threw it in a shredder with your statement.”

“He- No way!” Yosuke’s face was more red as he looked at Yu. “You’re being for real?!”

“Yes, idiot. You really didn’t notice? Your dumb joke probably hurt way more than you think.” Yu said as he stood up. “I’m going to try and find Claude. You should probably go back to work.”

“What? No! I want to find him!” Yosuke asked with a red face, heart aching. “He- I need to apologize!”

“Then do it. Go apologize.” Yu said, looking at Yosuke. “And maybe take some time to think for yourself how you feel.”

“What? How I feel?” Yosuke furrowed his eyebrows as he took his apron off. “How do I feel..?”

“Exactly, stupid. Go.” Yu shoved Yosuke forward causing him to stumble before the brunette took off sprinting.

“Come on, Claude.” Yosuke muttered to himself as he ran, frantically searching for the blonde boy. “Where did you- Oh! I know!”

Yosuke sprinted faster towards the little dessert shop Claude took him to a few times before.

‘He told me it was his favorite place.’ Yosuke thought as he panted hard, exhausted from all the running. ‘I hope he’s there.’

Yosuke threw the doors to the little shop open, the few couples inside snapped their attention to him as he walked in all sweaty and breathing heavily. His brown eyes frantically searched the faces in the room before glimpsing a familiar tuft of blonde hair tucked away in the back corner of the room.

“There he is…” Yosuke sighed out in relief as he made his way over, heart clenching at the sound of sobs coming from Claude. “Hey…”

Claude’s body tensed as he slowly turned his head, tears on his face and blue eyes bloodshot. He was shocked to see Yosuke here.

“You followed me..?” Claude muttered, voice broken due to the crying he’s been doing.

“No, I just know you.” Yosuke gave a small smile before pushing himself into the booth next to Claude. “Look, I'm sorry… I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, it was a joke.”

“Yeah, well that joke hurt.” Claude frowned as he looked at him, cheeks red from how Yosuke was right up against him. “I’ve dealt with people treating me this way ever since they found out. When I met you I didn’t think much of it; you were cute, funny, and you’re loyal to your friends. I love all of that about you and I was going to take my time and ask you out once I found out if you were even into guys but clearly you aren’t.”

As Claude rambled and went on about how he felt with a few tears falling, Yosuke just stared at him, listening to everything. The brunette pouted a bit as he brought his hands up to Claude’s cheek, cupping his face and leaning close.

“Wha- Yosuke?!” Claude’s face was red as he pushed on his chest. “Stop, don’t tease me!”

“No.” Yosuke whispered as he pressed their foreheads together, nuzzling his nose on Claude’s. “I’m not teasing. I’m doing what I should’ve done earlier.”

“What do you-“ Claude’s heart nearly stopped as Yosuke pressed his lips against his as long, slender fingers threaded into blonde locks.

Yosuke’s eyes were closed as he kissed Claude tenderly, combing through his hair gently. Claude was stunned in utter shock and disbelief. Yosuke was kissing him. The man he had feelings for was reciprocating them for once. Warmth bloomed in his chest as he allowed himself to melt into the feeling. Claude’s hands rested on Yosuke’s thigh as the brunette deepened the kiss by opening his mouth.

Claude’s tongue slid against his as he pulled Yosuke closer in the booth, ignoring gasps from other customers at the sight. Yosuke pulled back after a while, the brunette’s face to turning bright red.

“I’m sorry!” Yosuke blurted out with a red face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t ask, you told me to stop and I-“

Claude kissed him again, cupping Yosuke’s cheek this time. He smiled and adjusted his glasses after pulling away from his lips again.

“I’m happy. You make me happy.” Claude spoke softly, holding Yosuke’s hand tightly. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me and even if you had made a stupid joke I forgive you and I still love you.”

“I think I feel the same. I’m just- I’m new to these emotions, especially with a guy.” Yosuke was nervous with Claude now leaning so close to him. “You’re just so cute and your eyes make me lose my breath and you- Ah! You’re too cute!”

Yosuke engulfed Claude in a hug, kissing his nose and whining. Claude chuckled a bit and smiled at him gently. His blue eyes held so much love for the man in front of him.

“We can keep things slow. I don’t want to scare you off.” Claude smiled and rested his forehead on Yosuke’s. “But I’m just so happy you feel the same way.”

“I’m happy too, but what will we tell the others? Yu already knew what was going on but not anyone else.” Yosuke blushed a bit at the thought. “Kanji won’t let me hear the end of this…”

Claude laughed and moved closer to Yosuke, humming.

“All in good time. Like I said, we take it slow. Not everyone needs to know right now.” Claude whispered to him, nuzzling his cheek.

“Okay. I’ll just follow your lead.” Yosuke said with a loving smile. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Yosuke.” Claude mumbled as they finally got approached by a server and got to order, this little excursion becoming their first official date.

#oc fanfic #oc #persona OC #persona 4 #persona 4 OC #OC x canon #OC x Yosuke #Yosuke x OC #Yosuke #yosuke hanamura #fanfic

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