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hellsxbellsx · 2 years ago

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Ana needed to get around. she needed to be normal again. She hadn’t felt like that In months... She craved the sense of normalcy, so when Shane got up and left, she needed to get up and start moving. Something like her brother always did. Keep moving. Keep moving along. The voice of her brother rang in her head as she smiled ever so slightly. She waited for him to come back, her eyes scanning the environment around her as she smiled. A sense of normal. A sense of.... before. Shane was always her protector. Something that she hated, she always had to prove to herself and to her brother that she didnt need protecting. But Shane was always there to help. To be there for her, wether she knew she needed it or not. She always ran to him for everything. Hell a few times, she got drunker than shit and she crashed on his couch, her waking up with him next to her with a bottle of water and some aspirin. Or if she got thrown in the drunk tank for drinking underage and she called him inconsolably crying and blubbering. He was always there. And now he is again.

“My ass got numb waitin for your slow ass.” She teased as she looked at him with a smirk. “Plus I need a get lay of the land again don’t i? Y’all changed things up since I’ve been here last.” She shrugged as she looked down at him. “Plus I don’t think you’ve called me that in a few years huh?” She chuckled as her face heat up a soft red. She could blame it on the blood loss, but she looked away anyways, turning her face away from his gaze so he couldn’t see her face flush. He always had that reaction from her. Something she couldn’t get a handle on but she didnt really see why she would’ve had too.

“You gonna stitch me up, Walsh?” She asked, her voice soft as she pulled up the side of her shirt for him. she couldn’t help but shiver as he touched her. The flesh of her lip getting caught in between her teeth as she hummed. She actually let her eyes flutter closed for a second until she realized that she let her body take over and her eyes snapped open again. “I don’t remember you being this... gentle.” She teased. “If i remember right.. there was a few times that i had to patch up your bloodied knuckles for beating the shit out of that guy that tried to grab up on me a couple times when you took me bar hopping for my twenty first.” She smirked as she remembered that birthday... god it feels like so long ago now..

“I was a medic. Hell i still am, i know what has to be done to a stab wound, Shane.” She laughed before she thought for a second before just opting to pull her shirt off completely and tossing it to the side. “I need a new one anyways..” She mumbled as she sat back, messing with the strap of her sports bra as a small nervous tic. “I always didnt listen to you, I’m stubborn as a mule, you know this.” She smirked as she looked at him. She resisted the urge to run her hand through his hair, it seemed caked in dirt and grime but there was that one stubborn piece that always stuck up like an alfalfa plant. “Little Alfalfa...” She mumbled with a small giggle. “Missed that nickname huh?” She teased.

“You’ve known me since Ma brought me home. I still remember the stories Rick would tell of how you tried getting used to me.” She smiled at the memory before she tried her best Shane impression “Who’s baby is that? Where did you find it? Can you take it back?” She giggled as she chewed on her lip. “Cause you always made me feel better.. no matter what, i always could come to you with anything.. you’re my sense of safety, Walsh. Don’t make me repeat that either.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she chuckled. “He was cute! I had to make sure he still looked cute from the house next door too. And i got up that tree like a bear climbin it. It was just getting down was my problem. Plus that fuckin branch busted under me..” she huffed as she rememebered that Time. She really only looked at that boy cause she knew that it made Shane jealous. “Yeah you guys came for family day and i had that black eye and a busted lip from getting in a fight with that guy in the chow hall.... thought rick was gonna have an aneurysm just seein me that day...” She sighed softly.

hellsxbellsx

Ana had come back with two backpacks full of canned food, a couple empty cans that she and Rick ate on the way back. Mostly to keep her energy up after stabbing herself on that rusty piece of metal. Anything to save the camp though. She didn’t want Shane to come with, because she was afraid he’d be too overprotective. He always was, that was one of the things that she loved about him though.

Always looking out for her. Making sure she was safe, fed, happy… he was one of those people she would run to if she had her normal bout of nightmares. No questions asked, he would just sit there and let her talk it out. Sometimes he’d even hug her and not have her talk. A good cry is all she needed.

“I’m good. I’m fine, just a flesh wound.” She lied as she looked at him. Her bandage was seeping through with blood already. She was NOT okay by any means but she tried to be for him. “Stupid rusty metal, glad I’m up to date on my shots huh?” She teased as she weakly smiled at him. “I’m hurt that you think I’m still ugly. You used to love it when I was covered in blood. Cause that meant I brought you wild game.” She smirked as she nodded, shifting a bit with a low whine of pain.

“You met me when I was a kid, asshole. I was an adorable baby.” She let out a weak chuckle as she nodded “cause I was the prettiest. I was the only female and you lot were ugly as can be.” She teased before shrugging one shoulder “16 but who’s counting right? Even the captain wanted to take me.” If she hadn’t lost as much blood as she did, she probably would’ve been blushing right now.

“I only stepped on your toes cause I’m a foot and a half shorter than you, smart one. You got long legs and they’re always in the way.” She mumbled with a smile before leaning her head back. God her side hurt. Fuck. It really hurt. She needed stitches, but ricks hands were too shaky to do them in the field.

Ana nodded when he said he would be back, but just as stubborn as she was. She tried to stand up anyways. She was one stubborn woman, her entire body was protesting, screaming at her to sit back down but she prevailed and made it to a standing position

A man of many ethical beliefs, for just how much Dale openly expressed his opinions on important matters, he, too, was just as punctual in gathering the best in medical supplies. Bandages, both wraps and adhesive, ointment packets, bottles of aspirin and nonlatex gloves. Gauze pads and tweezers among his collection that was stored inside of a bathroom cabinet in the RV, too, everything that could be needed in times of emergency was there. Ripe for the taking once the RV was entered into - focused fingers took only what could be spared - a needle and thread and a box of fresh bandages. Doors that had been opened and then shut were reopened again, Shane inside and then outside the RV in rapid speed, his treasure carried as if it were pure gold, priceless. A skin cream shoved into the curve of his khaki side pocket before bathroom cabinets were closed, a washcloth that had been untouched and left on the sink counter, Ana needed it all. Safety for herself the greatest concern; there were none who could've stopped Shane from caring for her. Part of him proud to do it, another piece of himself glad that Rick had not tried before he did, with stash in possession, he advanced to where Ana stood, should've been sitting.

Always protective over her, such had been Shane's way since the first moment they met. After pleasantries were shared first with Rick, two six year-old boys bonded as best friends so naturally, a baby sister never to be forgotten. Always had he been there for her. Breakups and heartaches burdens that Shane carried, too, for Ana's sake, the happier memories that brightened either of their spirits. Walkers that darkened their days, dead coming back from the grave only grew the sentiment within Shane. A desire to keep every member of the Grimes family safe, but Ana especially, for reasons that he couldn't quite understand nor explain without stumbling over a cause, eyebrows drew together in a look of confusion. A reprimand just upon lips that frowned - a deputy without his badge - a friend who cared so much. Anastasia would be the death of Shane. A stubborn but adorable death; far better than a vicious bite from a Geek.

"What the hell are you doin'?" Shane asked as he was once more within Ana's space, himself knelt onto the dirt and his trove put just beside. "Thought I told you to 'sit tight.' That means no movin', Ms. Grimes. You forget about that?"

Lid to the container which encased the sutures popped open from its spot on the grass, a plastic vessel, Shane, with tender motion, inspected the wound to Ana's side firstly. Lifted her shirt somewhat, danced along her flesh with fingertips so gentle, none too near to the exposed and bloody stab.

"Okay, girl. Let's deal with this little inconvenience, shall we? First thing's first, we're gonna have to clean the wound. I got some cream in my pocket, we'll put that on once we're done with the cleaning. Lastly, we'll stick a new bandage on you. Lift your shirt up for me a bit. Better get started now, before you go off and stop listenin' to me some more. Brat."

Grabbing the cloth from his pocket, crumbled next to the cream, Shane smirked, shaking his head, he began to wipe away at Ana's injured torso in feather-light strokes downward. "Oh, what am I sayin'? You've always been a brat. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Always found a way to scrape yourself up, then come runnin' to me to make it all better. I think, even back then, even now, you knew I'd do it, too. Somebody had to take care of you. Guess some things don't change. Least, this time around, I ain't pickin' leaves out of your hair or tree bark bits out of your knee. Really thought you could check out that neighbor boy of yours from the tallest branch, did you? Poor 11 year-old Ana. Not that you got much subtler with age. Remember that black eye of yours that I was puttin' ice to back at basic training? Swear to God, I thought Rick was gonna burn the buildin' down to the ground. I've never seen him get that pissed off before."

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tastyykpop · 4 years ago

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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1

Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader

Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey

《teaser next》

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder

Word count: 4.9k

Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!

⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.

How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.

Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?

"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."

She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"

"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.

"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.

With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.

"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.

You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.

"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"

"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.

Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.

As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.

Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.

Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.

You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.

"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.

"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,

Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."

A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."

Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.

Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.

He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.

But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.

"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"

Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."

The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."

"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.

"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."

"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."

He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.

You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.

Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.

"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.

"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.

"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.

He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.

All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."

You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."

Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.

"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."

It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.

"Oh.."

"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.

But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?

"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."

Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.

"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.

Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.

He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.

"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."

Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.

"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.

Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.

"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.

"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.

"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.

"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.

"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."

He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.

"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.

He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.

"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?

"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.

It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.

"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.

"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."

You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking

The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.

Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.

Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."

In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.

"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.

With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.

"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.

Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.

"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.

Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"

Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."

"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."

The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.

You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.

You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.

"B-Baekhyun..?"

"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.

"Where a-am i?"

He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."

There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.

"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.

Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"

He looked up with a hum.

"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.

"Your boyfriend, y/n."

Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?

"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.

"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.

"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.

"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."

You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."

Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"

You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"

"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."

"Please!"

He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.

Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.

Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.

"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.

Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"

Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"

"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.

Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.

"I-im done!"

"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."

The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.

But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.

The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.

You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.

You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.

"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."

The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.

"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.

You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."

"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."

There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.

"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"

Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."

"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.

You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."

"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."

Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.

As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.

"No pants?" You asked.

Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"

"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.

Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.

He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.

"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.

"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.

Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."

"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.

"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"

"N-no."

"No what?"

"N-no master.."

Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."

You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.

There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.

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watched all of the untamed / cql in two weeks after my friend 1 told me abt mdzs a hundred years ago and my friends 2 and 3 tried to get me into cql for like two whole years and there are.

feelings.

very first scene is a very dramatic death in the middle of nightmare battle on sith planet land . i will forget abt it in the next tenish episodes and then will be very surprised when it becomes Extremely Painful

anyway magic flying gays and possession and human sacrifice! we are off to a great start

in retrospect, chaos goblin wei wuxian must have had a blast pretending to be so cRaZy and be as disruptive as he could as mo xuanyu lbr

listen. why is fire always evil coded. cant a magic clan wear red, black and orange and have flame motif while being wholesome?

For Legal Reasons These Are Not Zombies

i wish the politics of the sect were a bit clearer, especially at the beggining when the wen clan had sm power, was wen ruohan the chief cultivator? is that why they were so slow in responding to the attacks? im v confused by the pre yiling patriarch politics

fighting in the roof by the moonlight as way of flirtiiiiiiing. as i understand this is a wuxia/xianxia trope and honestly...... thank u for ur service

slight bullying and being a nuisance in general, as a way of flirting we love to see it

wwx: if i drink on the rooftop, thats not inside the cloud recesses! hmmm check and mate :D lwj: i will fuck u up so help me god wwx: :0

i lov them

through hell or high water (quite literally) wei wuxian rem ains a trashfire gremlin till the end and i love him with my whole heart

in the pt subs wei wuxian calls jiang cheng a stubborn duck and i dearly wish that had come back

my opinions on almost every character goes from love to hate u - Hmm Me Like U - BABY. ILY. and i am Very Pleased w that. its been a while since i loved such a complete cast so much i think

no really. i WONT go into a detailed rant abt what i love about each of these characters and each of their relationships to each other. but i COULD.

some lan disciples in the loudest whisper ever: YEAH THATS THE JIN BASTARD MENG YAO HEARD THE GOT SUPER HUMILIATED BY HIS DAD LOL SURE HOPE HE DOESNT TAKE SLIGHTS TO HIS CHARACTER TO HEART

lan xichen, immediately: i must Love him

being into problematic ppl is in the Lan genetics, we come to realize

wen qing deserves so many awards for so many things but not snapping and just stabbing wen chao is at the top

that scene at lan qirens class where wwx talks about using resentful energy to fight a violent spirit. exquisite.

It establishes Good Student lan wangji, wei wuxian as curious and questioning and not afraid of taboo, lwj sees that wwx is not, in fact, a dumb ass hes just a Dumbass, shows us the audience (esp. a western audience) how shocking the idea of disrupting the dead/dying and controlling resentful energy actually is, the theoretical foreshadow arguing, everyone else like ‘shUT UP’, “and how could you ensure that the resentful energy would obey you and not hurt other?” “well i havent thought that far” and of course, lan qiren just straight up lobbing a hard object at wwx head,. chefs kiss

fellas is it gay to bother the hot rule obessessed nerd from ur school and make drawings of him with flowers in his hair and then hide gay porn in his book to antagonize him and ask him to hold ur hand and be ur friend and talk to him all the time and get him drunk and give him bunnies bc you know he likes them and give him a lantern and always want his attention and dedicate yourself to getting him to smile-

and after all of that wwx rly said oh i Admire him, aksd like yeah we all were there in high school buddy

i have Learned. caves = gay.

accidental marriage +beint physically tied together with the sacred married ribbon+ gay panic+foreshadowing+bunnies! in the cave (1)

the story abt lan yi and baoshan sanren tho. i would like to see it

early days wen bros pull my heart strings like a guqin

EVERYTHING about the lantern scene; disaster hets jiang yanli and jin zixuan; how wwx made lwj a bunny lantern. how soft and touched lwj was. wwx gleefully pointing out he was smiling and lwj IMMEDIATELY PULLING HIW SWORD ON HIM LMAO. tragically foreshadowy promises to do right by pepople, living without regrets. lwjs 'oh no do i love him??' face. just. all of it.

i have it on good acc that in the novel lwj is explicitly Repressed Gay Panicked Big Horny which is delightful and rly Adds to the performance

baby lwj is really just conceal dont feel dont let them know u have EMOTIONS (derogatory)

jiang cheng rly went "why dont.u go play with HIM if u like him so much"

jc and wwx have big BIG annoying sibling energy dont think too hard abt it or youll cry

lotus pier is soo pretty :((((((((((((((((

up until episode 13 you could think this could be a magical ancient chinese gays pride n prejudice w swords and shenanigans ................youre just not prepared for the game of thrones of it all

seriously ha ha ha i cried so much w this show my eyes genuinely swelled up . like. physically. fun timez fun timez

that being said, its hilarious that wen xu goes to cloud recesses like 'come out or ill kill all these hostages' and then DOESNT WAIT FOR AN ASWER AND KILLS THEM ALL IMMEDIATELY. do u know how blackmail works sir

would like to make it recorded that from day one i was like 'CALL A GODDAMN CULTIVATION G20 THIS ASSHOLE SECT IS LITERALLY MASSACRING YALL!!' and it took them like 3 or 4 massacres to do anything and they STILL sent their heirs into their territory LIKE

when wwx cites the gusu lan rules to wen chao tho. that rebel/attention whore/cutie pie 'look lan zhan i DID memorize the rules after all' ‘also a big fuck you to the wen sect :D :D’ sweet spot that scene achieves . delicious

all the cultivator young masters being petty af even though they are practically prisoners at the cave is hilarious and i love them

hurt and comfort + gay mistunderstandings + watsonian gay declaration music + accidental evil acquisition! at the cave (2)

its like where do i start? the fact theyre both trapped and kind of heavily injured inside an isolated cave with a murder turtle? wwx gay panicking lwj into coughing up bad blood? lwj being jealous as wwx babbles abt mianmian? telling him he shouldnt play with people and wwx saying he never played him? wwx going Oh. I See what is happening. YOU like mianmian, and lwj absolute done face ??? (iconic) wwx touching the sacred married ribbon Again? the telepathic communication? the sword? WEI WUXIAN ASKING LAN WANGJI TO SING TO HIM AS HE IS PASSING OUT AND LWJ SINGING HIM. THE SONG. HE WROTE. FOR WWX. AND THAT HE CALLED. THEIR SHIP NAME????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

they are SO insufferable pleeeeease

in the words of my friend 1 : “CQL is so gay we were all amazed how it got past the censors Ofc unfortunately it can't be novel level gay But they did their best And we love them for it”

in the theme of songs THIS OST. WUJI HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE SINCE I FIRST HEARD IT the whole ost is so so sO beautiful.

the costuming in this is also soooo exquisite. the embroidery? the fabrics? the details? how every sect and clan has a distinct style and architecture? (also ik they based each off of dif periods in chinese history which is REALLY fucking cool) just chefs kiss

the direction too!. i enjoy the unusual camera movements and i think they give it that Vibe, also their composition is PARTICULARLY good when it comes to telling the subtext through position of camera/position of character (like nhs off to the side in scenes he at first glance doesnt need to be/ how lwj is often centered when hes Jealous Yearning at wwx being affectionate w other ppl, wwx return from burial mounds etc)

ik madam yu is like Badass Milf Check and shes not getting any mom of the year awards but im delighted at how messy she is. IMAGINE that woman on tiktok

you better have enjoyed gay cave (2) bc its Just Pain from here on out!

jiang fengmian and madame yu win the Most Dramatic Way to show they do care about each other, actually ..... ever :)

i thought jiang yanli jiang cheng and wei wuxian forcing themselves to escape yunmeng barely holding on after their parents are killed was going to be the height of pain in this show. ha.

the family dynamics in general on this showwwww, both blood/ adopted/ found families, brotherly bonds and lifelong friendships just. rly. truly. fucked me up. theyre all so important and complicated and well rounded and beautiful and tragic

and beyond being a Win For the Gays im so glad the relationships w wwx and jiang yanli/ wen qing were NOT changed from platonic bc they are so much better like that imo. like maybe if we didnt Live In A Society it wouldnt be so, but the fact wwx and others can love and value them so much and theres nothing romantic or sexual abt it is like. so refreshing. especially @ jyl, with the way he and jc are overprotective of her and shes such a nurturing/care taker figure for them, it would just not vibe as well if they made it romantic

i love that this is a story abt Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch aka Actual Satan/Boogey Man/Village With/Public Enemy Number One , my dude is literally a necromancer who only dresses in black and has evil smokey black tendrils wafting out of him, but the really edgy one is still jiang cheng, pastel purple fashion icon

and speaking of best/worst siblings wei wuxian and jiang cheng *immediately starts crying*

The Golden Core Transfer i just. no thots only tears

wen qing and wen ning putting themselves in so much danger just.... to help them. wn saving jc from wen chao. wq finding a way to get wwx to transfer his core. like thinking about the monumental work these two did to help wwx and jyl and jc... jyl trying so fucking hard to be strong and keep on moving and giver her little brothers comfort after losing everything... jiang cheng. losing his parents and his home and his ability to do anything abt it and his complete desperation and lack of self worth and turning on them with agression when he didnt realize all that they did for him ... hhhhhhhhhhhhh

me, pointing at the whole cast “i just LOVE them mom!!!”

its sad tho, that BARELY ANY of the women have like.... actual important conversations let alone relationships with each other at all in the story. and like wq and jyl have stayed at the same place for extended periods of time, where wq actively took care of her TWICE, and still! not one measly convo, nothing! ................ .𝓌ₕᵧ

everyone in this show need a good sip of Self Worth and Stop Sacrificing Yourself juice

ngl the sword flying looks very dumb

“a-cheng, please bring a-xian back.” “i will, i promise.” ;-;

the whole calling each other by the More Intimate Version of the name, first as teasing and later as true intimacy. mmmhmmm yes

untamed where everythings the same but wwx evil flute song is eoeo

related that scene when wwx comes back from the burial mounds for the first time w demonic cultivation and he acts all formal and calls lwj hanguang-jun and keeps being evasive and distant and mean and soooooo................. facetious

and how hes kind of desperately trying to keep intense lwj at bay (A FIRST) and avoiding actually talking to either of them and its all tension ughhh and then he MOCKS his and lwjs relationship, he jokes w him in this like... mean echo of their usual ~banter~ oof

and like!!! uncertain but so relieved jc who just HUGS him w no reservations for once and its not like he isnt just as worried as lwj abt wwx and what hes doing, but he chooses in that moment to enjoy getting him back first and mmhmMMMmMm yes (maybe my favorite scene in the whole show? MAYBE SO. )

highkey hurt me but also. i might be into mean wwx. i will take no criticism.

lan zhans sad eyes tho :(((((((((

on one hand i wish we could have seen what happened at the burial mounds but on the other the timeskip adds so much flair to his return so im hnnn

also i love that hes been missing for 3 months reappears kinda melancholic and bloodthirsty and knowing malign tricks and jc is like 'so. are u sad bc of lan wangji'

when ur bae survived the war but he thinks ur evil/ might be evil so you cant kiss :///

hmmm talking at the rooftop under the moonlight not mentioning everything that stands between usssss

they are the two jades of lan and we’ll be the two heroes of yunmeng is the type of line u dont even need to know whats gonna happen to know thats gonna be sad

when they fight wen ruoshan at the nightless city i thought that was the battle we see at the first ep and its not and its so easy and theyre all like ‘yayy we won go wwx!’ i was just. SCREAMS WHAT is gonna HAPPEN

so like. post burial mounds/sunshot campaign pre yiling patriarch wwx is like. ultra arrogant, ultra mocking, peak lil shit and it gave me e v e r y t h i n g i wanted

even tho having the wen prisoners at the targets at phoenix mountain and still having wwx and jzx shooting the arrows was???? so.... tone deaf

wwx: fucking w demonic energy jyl: he has never done anything wrong in his life, ever <3 <3 (mood)

the parallels between meng yao/wei wuxian (and even xue yang a bit?) are Seen and they are Valid

wwx post burial mounds: can yall SHUT UP abt the goddamn sword (suibian left the chat)

LIKE truly, we talk abt the angst and yearning with wangxian. but what abt wwx and suibian. xianbian / xianqing angst and comfort 100k

take a shot everytime someone coughs up blood

zidian is simply the coolest spiritual weapon rip to suibian and chenqing and bichen and sendou and baixa........ but tis the truth

cons: everyones families died in a nightmare war! everyones homes burned to the ground! everyone is traumatized! pros: everyone gets cooler clothes and weapons!!

wen ning and a-yuan and yanli bestest babes squad dont touch me rn

everyone: brooding and fighting wq and jyl: why dont you try some acupunture/drinking some soup and calm down huh? how abt that bitch??

showing the battle/massacre at the nightless city first was genius actually bc then everytime we have a cute scene w yunmeng bros and theyre like 'we'll be together forever! uwu' youre like oh. oh no. oh no no no.

justice vs lawfulness vs means and ends 👁

jc: stay in the right path and practice the art of the sword wx: yeah thats not gonna happen chief

my reaction to wwx renouncing to the sect politics to help the wens was just that elmo burning gif in succession

the dramatic rain. wen qing desperately calling out to wen ning. the ghosts/puppets killing the guards. how terrifying wn actually was while wwx was controlling him :( lwj goeing after him to try and stop him and then he just; he Sees him and understands him even if he cant actually do anything about it other than let them go.

“there must be somewhere in this earth we can go to :(((((((((”

"IF I HAVE TO FIGHT THEM, I'D RATHER IT BE YOU. DYING BY YOUR HANDS WOULD AT LEAST BE WORTH IT." oh my god oh my god oh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddd

also lwjs umbrella is white w black smoke.. . . nice

yiling patriarch / demonic farming burial mounds settlement is like one of my favorite concepts. they an "EVIL" FARMING COMMUNITY LED BY THE VILLAGE WITCH COME ON

they planted TURNIPS and LOTUS FLOWERS and ONE (1) baby and made lanterns and a common hall :(((((((

wen qing and wei wuxian, baddest bitches and genius science best friends i absolutely LOVED to see it. they rly went ‘is anyone gonna sibling/project partner that’ and didnt wait for an answer

both wwx and jyl getting lotus ponds at the burial mounds and in lanling bc they miss lotus pier ;;;;;;;w

;;;;; wish jyl had actually gone into the burial mounds. we were robbed of jyl and wq meeting again and jyl meeting a-yuan and seeing the settlement and the homes and all ;w; at least jc did go, stab wounds and broken arms and all

wwx like... having thrown his whole life away to help the wens (yeah the sect leaders and jin guangshan in particular wanting his stygian tiger amulet was an Element but still) and not.... necessarily regretting it, but grappling with all of the consequences of it... becoming moody and drepressed at times, missing his family and lotus pier and his friends and probably simply missing being around people and causing trouble, extrovert that he is, lashing out at the wens and at a-yuan, just in general the whole messiness of that experience

the way the resentful energy does affect his temperament is rly nice bc its not too in your face,(i mean outside of the Shaky Hands of Rage) but like he clearly has a much lesser control on his anger and impulsivity (tall order) than both before bm and after hes ressurected

on that note A-YUAN BABIEST BABY BOY BEST BOY

lan zhan being like oh hey there wei ying fancy meeting u and our son here. just passing by u know how it is hmmmmMm and then PLOT TWIST having defied orders to go see him and being punished for it. oof;;

they habent seen each other in like? a year? and now theyre tgt 10 seconds and are already parenting a child together

also lwj rly kneels down in the snow way too much to be healthy

wwx: calm down guyssss i wont lose control of demonic cultivation omgggg . spoiler alert: he loses control of demonic cultivation

did u enjoy cute children? good bc now the Real Pain Begins

jiang yanli and jin zixuan rly out there APROPRIATING both disaster gays AND bury ur gays huh ;w;

i KNEW jin lings birthday was gonna fuck something up but the GASP that left my body when wwx lost control of wn and killed jin zixuan .. . .

im sorry and thank you aaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAaAAAAA

when wen ning and wen qing were telling wwx their plan i was saying NO NO NO NO NO NO out loud in despair

also can we talk abt how wq is definetely talking about only the both of them surrending themselves but then? everyone else just surrenders w them? IT MAKES NO SENSE LIKE WHY WOULD THEY what would be the Point

sometimes there are some pretty gaping jumps in logic and continuity that are just like ? ?

wwx: oh so when you try to murder me its justified but when i survive through dark magic and murder all of you its a "war crime"

unsurprisingly, his most feral, most spiraling moment talking to the sect leaders on the roof and attacking them and even fighting lan zhan is among my favorite scenes... its like, so painful to watch but also so thrilling (and maybe my wen bbs dying arose some resentful energy in me what can i say)

and its JUST, all they ever wanted was to do good but then... war. and trauma. and hubris.

jiang cheng on the ground clearly thorn between what to do and feel is a Mood, lets just say

i was already crying when jyl showed up, but if i wasnt-

i suffered SO MUCH through this series trying to figure out WHY jc would kill wwx. and when i understood. its somehow not as bad as i thought and also MUCH MUCH WORSE

a look into my group chat during the last flashback episodes:

SO ANYWAY. after the BLOOD BATH and RIPPING YOUR HEART OUT and FEEDING IT TO YOU the untamed goes ‘ayy back to the present!! tu du dud ud du’

literally it ends a quarter into an episode and then KEEPS GOING i had to pause and stare blankly at the ceiling for an hour

babie cultivators and detective soulmates . i do need some cute after All of That

(not that the pain is over LOL)

lwj is significantly less emotionally repressed in the present and its delightful. hes just ALL IN with wwx. and not just in the ‘i would and have killed various men and risked my reputation for you’ but also ‘ur tired here have a drink i brought it up cause i know u like it and it want you to be happy, always’

“when everyone praised me and wanted my power, you were the only one that challenged me. now that everyone hates me and wants me dead, youre the only one that stands by my side.” hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

and just filling in the blanks how lan zhan searched for him. for all of those 16 years he searched for him and was punished for it and raised a-yuan, the only survivor of the burial mounds settlement, as his own in gusu......

and jiang cheng. being the tough love uncle . having raised the yunmeng jiang clan from the rubble all alone, his whole family dead, some of it on the blame of his own brother, his siblings, his closest friends gone.......and only jin ling there needing his guidance.

THE PARALLEL BETWEEN JIN LING BEING A LIFELINE FOR JIANG CHENG AND A-YUAN FOR LAN WANGJI AFTER THE BATTLE AT THE NIGHTLESS CITY

great now i made myself sad

and like . the fact! that lwj and jc dislike each other!!. jc projects blame onto him for wwx both “leaving” him and indirectly causing their families deaths and when hes so consumed by it he makes wwx an enemy, lwj is there now? trying to protect him?? and lwj, who can never understand the pain that wwx , indirectly or not put jc through, but who was right there when jc tried to kill him and will never allow him to hurt wwx again. and how they like. in a way project blame of their tragedies onto each other while dealing with some type of survivor guilt and in their own way still loving wwx through it all??? amd in way its kind of fundamentally selfish but also tragically understandable? and like when u put it against the fact that after he disappears during the sunshot campaign they were looking for him together and fought together??

JUST. THE CHARACTERS. AND THE RELATIONSHIPS IN THIS. MAN. UGH. GOD.

and like i think thats what makes it so good? its such a sad and painful and violent story, edgy even, but its compelling bc at the center of it there are all of these relationships and different types of love and hope and. :( i love it

enough crying lets talk abt wwx sleeping at the jingshi with lwj and wearing his under garment for a minute 🙏

jin ling just has that Was Raised by JC energy tho lmao i love him

babie cultivator squad is the perfect ammount of cute and comedic relief while still bearing the weight? of the narrative in a way, both from sizhui and jin lings existences, and also. like. how do i put this. they feel hopeful? they were born after a war, they came of age at a time of relative peace, they dont hold on so closely to the resentments of their parents/father figures, they are specifically shown as more accepting and open minded. and its like.... Hope for the future

one of the ?? things i love the most is the fact that the main cast are often in situations where theyre hunted/running but they like. never wear disguises... just going around in their gorgeous expensive clan clothes and hair ornaments and distinctive spiritual weapons.... maybe w a straw hat on, just for kicks

wwx teacher 🥺🥺🥺

so this is why its called Yi City Misery huh

a-qing is such. an icon. im so sad. my girl even knew to leave xys dumb self rotting by the road but no one listens to her thats why theyre all dead or sad

her and xue yang measuring each other up was so entertaining lmao

its the funniest thing when hes like. HERES MY SAD STORY. FOR WHY IM A SADISTIC MURDERER. I BROKE MY HAND ONCE.

like ok someone broke his hand in a horrible way, and like Poverty, i get it but also like.......... that lost the brunt of a proper sob story like, 50 sadistic murders ago bby

and i love that xingchen does not entertain that for a second hes like ‘not ?????? good enough???’ and the best thing is he wasnt even like 'u hadto be the bigger person' or sth but ' well then break that dudes hand back, rip his arm off for i care, what do the rest of us have to do w anything???”

anjo sensato :(

xue yang is like..... the sexy sadistic evil version of a himbo..... a meanbo...

the fucked upness of xy’s feelings for xxc/ xxc and sl feelings for each other... like my dude literally gave his bf HIS EYES. and xy getting so attached to xxc .... the fucked up fake domesticity.... having him hurt sl..... then desperately trying to bring him back ...................... oof

song lan........... literally had his eyes AND tongue removed, his bfs eyes put in place, was almost killed, turned into a puppet by his bf unknowingly, manipulated by xy, sees his bf killing himself in despair.... and STILL finds the strenght to get up from there, and keep on traveling and helping people and attempting to fix xxcs soul.......... like, my man. damn.

wangxian looking at songxiao and seeing an Actually more painful parallel for themselves. ft. that Color Coding.

THE A-YUAN/SIZHUI REVEAL PUNCHED ME IN THE HEART but in a good way for a change

should have know that he would be the Best Boy the cute one w all the braincells

the butterfly AND the bunny lantern. i see how it is

u know is very convenient that no one can see the stark black veins on wen nings neck, ever

BAT WEN NING

wns face when lwj comes into wwx room like ‘:0 omg did u two finally get your shit together? good for you master wei good for u’

(they didnt) (yet)

DISASTER DRUNK LWJ. JUST. THRUST SOME CHICKENS TO SHOW UR RESSURECTED BAE THAT U LOVE THEM.

i have absolutely no idea WHY they gave lwj the same punishment for fighting his own sect/allies to protect the burial mounds as when they got drunk on cloud recess class days.... like? its such a ... emotional continuity error again

also is lwj gonna get an actual friend besides wwx , ever

mianmian marrying and having a family and a cute life after saying FUCK U AND UR SYSTEM TOO in a much less unhinged and dramatic way than wwx......... fills me w joy

also lol the idea that like. her husband not knowing that shes friends w satan/the boogey man/the village witch is hilarious

i love nie mingjue bc hes the resident Though Guy but also the most dramatic bitch in this show and thats Saying Something

jin ling cant have one uneventful relative can he

the fact that everyone present already knew “mo xuanyu” was wwx at the stairs is so funny, their faces are like ‘oh............ wow. that. sure is a development. shock”

in the tradition of extremely loud whispers wwx tells lwj with twelve guards standing like one meter away from them: HEY PSH LAN ZHAN PRETEND IM FORCING YOU TO STAY W ME DO IT

oh my god oh my god

the absolute Yearning on his face when he leaves wwx and a-yuan at the burial mounds and refuses to stay for dinner was already Enough but the fact?? they brought it back?? to this declaration of love?? their expressions??????? strike me dead right now just go ahead

lFor Legal Reasons We Cant Kiss but we will have a very sappy declaration of love and trust and look at each other in way that is the actualization of 💞💘💗💖💓💘💞💗💖💘💗💖💕💞

also icb all the sect leaders and guards are standing there watching them say they like like each other with a dozen swords pointing at their neck

i enjoyed the depiction of the fickle public perception and how easily it can be used to scapegoat people. when the sect leaders turn on jgy and wwx knows thats its more for convenience than anything else...

poor lxc is literally like 'oh so when YOUR problematic boyfriend gets called evil its a misunderstanding but when its MY problematic bf-'

ok like i cant get over nmj let jgy play a song that messed with his temperament at all, like maN u KNEW he might be shady wth

wwx: “hey dont say anything bad abt lan zhan hes not an arrogant dick, thats just his face.

ME ON THE OTHER HAND"

the cultivators as wwx is poking holes in their narrative is literally *nazaré meme*

"wei wuxian-!" "what did i break your leg, too?" not to be problematic but i laughed so hard

not as hard as "you dont have the rank to talk to me " tho

i Enjoy that, over the course of story, wwx sees that... theres nothing truly to Do, but move on. he saw how his arrogance and his mistakes hurt others, and hes trying to fix what he can, but he already did die for his mistakes and there are things he cant fix and that's. just how it is. even towards jgy, the narrative doesn't go gleefully and completely with "lets make THEM pay bc theyre the big bad" bc its not that simple, and it wouldn't lead anywhere but more pain...

re him and jiang cheng and the wens and kinda. isnt that what nhs did? scheming to displace jgy out of revenge more than any justice and doing so in the most painful way?

idk if that actually makes sense im truly just babbling

i thought the scene at the lotus pond would be CUTE but the context was PAIN again

jiang cheng finding out about his golden core and his conflict with wwx at the guanyin temple .... destroyed me but in a nice way kinda.... same way it destroys him look at his face oh god

and. the fact??? he sacrificed himself for wwx?? first?? and he'll probably never tell anyone much less wwx???? keeps me up at night

i havent decided if the neckbreak transition between jgy does sth super Evil or does he he does OR Does He yes he does O R does heeeee is sth i dislike or not

jin guangyao and wei wuxians most interesting parallel is that... theyve both seen 'hmm hey this system is fucked up' and wwx went 'so fuck it all i will renounce it and challenge it' and jgy went 'so fuck it i will use all of it to my advantage and manipulate it to my goals and whims'

the fact jgys mom was actually great and he loved her and his whole issue w it was more than simply being ashamed of being a bastard kinda got me ngl

never trust a dude with a fan.

nhs and jgy: the first rule to a convoluted and decades spanning violent revenge plot is to have fun and be yourself!

when a-yuan finally FINALLY remembers ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; wen ning has someone in his family back and a-yuan has someone to talk abt his wen family and wwx has him back bc he survived and lwj raised him anD HES THEIR SON. THEYRE MARRIED AND HAVE A SON. UGH.

and theyre allowed to heal. everyone is allowed to try and recover and be happy

netflix put all of the 3 endings on top of each other and it looks kinda weird actually BUT I DONT EVEN MIND :’’’’’’’’’)

the gasp that left me when lwj says ‘wei ying’ and wwx turns.........

there was also a screen with ‘thank you mxtx for creating these characters, we hope their wishes come true’ and i might. have cried then too. maybe.

that was . a ride. as is proven by this behemot of a ramble clearly i just really needed and Outlet. i am currently trying to convince dumb monkey brain to not consume the other medias of mdzs immediately bc i REALLY need to like. live. a life. and take care of real responsibilities. *longest oh boi ever*

#m.#ANYWAY #ENOUGH TALKING #THIS IS SO LONG #LOL #but whatever this is MY performative journaling i do what i want #rambling impressions abt what i watch is a thing i do now? apparently??#cql #untamed #the untamed #fun fact that chat is named 'k keeps on babbling abt the untamed' and it STILL wasnt enough #also it took me 15 episodes to realize lwj was yibo #IT WAS V SHOCKING #i did not recognize him at a l l #but in retrospect he WAS the perfect choice

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years ago

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Saving Grace - Part 10

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

A/N- This was meant to be more of a filler part but then ended up at 2000+ words! 😂😂 im not even sure how i feel about this part but here we go! Enjoy 💕

The Wednesday before Bucky and I were planning to head to the cabin, he was called in for a mission that required the whole team so it must have been pretty bad. He promised he would do his best to get back in time so we could still go up there, but i knew we'd just have to let things play out and see what happened.

It was now Friday evening and he still wasn't home, i hadn't heard from him since the Wednesday evening and i just wanted to know he was okay.

At around 10pm i decided to head to bed to try and get some sleep, at least then i wouldn't be constantly worrying about Bucky and the team. Grace was fast asleep in her bassinet beside the bed and Harrison was star-fished on Bucky's side of the bed snoring slightly....I couldn't help but smile at the sight. When I heard a noise from downstairs I shot up in the bed suddenly alert.

"Buck?" I called out quietly so i didnt wake the kids, i knew he'd still hear me even with how quiet i was. When i got no response i made my way out to the hallway looking down over the staircase railing. My heart started racing when i saw two dark figures moving around down there. I turned and silently rushed back to the bedroom locking the door behind me. I grabbed my cell phone from the bedside cabinet and called 911 as i rushed to my wardrobe to pull out the lockbox that held our guns.

"911 whats your emergency?" A woman answered my call, i quietly told her what was happening and gave her the address. She advised she would get someone over ASAP. I hung up and dialled the compounds private number hoping someone would answer, maybe they could get here quicker!

"Hello?" A man answered on the third ring, i didn't recognise who it was.

"Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N...."

"Oh hi Y/N its Roy, the night guard"

"Shit.... Roy is their anyone there you can send to my house now!?? there's men breaking in.... are any of the team or any SHIELD agents around?"

"Oh.... erm I'm not sure. Stay on the line and i will check real quick".

It felt like he was gone forever when it was only a few seconds.

"Y/N???!"

"Steve??! Oh thank god! There's men breaking in!!"

"What?!!"

"Two of them that i saw. Ive locked myself in the bedroom with the kids"

"Im on my way sweetheart just stay where you are. You have your gun?"

"Yeah, please hurry!" I said hanging up.

I carried Grace's bassinet into the ensuite bathroom and then went and got Harrison and took him in there too.

"Mama what you doing?" He asked sleepily rubbing at his eyes.

"Shhhh baby, i need you to stay in here with Grace and be very quiet okay?"

"Okay" he nodded and sat on the floor beside Grace's bassinet.

"Remember to stay very quiet, and dont come out until i say so" i closed the door and took the time to check my gun over. Oh god, what i would give to have Bucky home right now, he would have taken them out already without breaking a sweat! It had been years since i had retired from the Avenging life, the day i found out i was pregnant with Harrison was my last day on the job. All i was worried about was my kids getting hurt, what if i was too out of practise to defend myself against these intruders..... my internal panic was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard one of the doors open, the guest bedroom probably as that was closest to the stairs..... then the bathroom, Harrison's bedroom and then they stopped outside my room. The door handle jiggled as they tried to open it "over here!" I heard a man say before a loud thump on the door where he was obviously trying to bust the door open.

I stood to the side of the door gun aimed ready to fire when they made it through, because lets face it they would get through eventually!! I clicked off the safety and took some deep breaths trying to calm myself down. Suddenly the door gave way and the first figure stumbled into the dark room looking around, i aimed my gun at his leg and fired.... he yelled and fell to the floor as the bullet hit him in the thigh. The second figure dived at me pushing my arms up so my shot missed him. He knocked the gun from my hands and punched me hard in the face sending me to the floor.

"You okay?" He asked turning to his friend who was laying on the floor holding his leg.

"No!"

While he was distracted i turned to try and crawl to the where my gun had landed only for him to grab my ankle and pull me away. He reached down trying to grab me by the hair but i twisted round and kicked him away. He stumbled back crashing into the dresser looking surprised that i was fighting back. I rolled to my feet again as he tried to rush me, i dodged him easily suddenly remembering my days training with Nat and Steve. I got a few good hits in before he got a hold of me and threw me into my vanity table where i crashed into the mirror landing in the broken shards of the mirror. The man walked over looking proud of himself and he looked down at me.

"You put up a good fight i give you that" he laughed wiping blood from his split lip "I'm gonna enjoy this"

"Please stop..... why are you doing this?" I asked, Grace started crying in the bathroom and i could hear Harrison shh'n her.

"Well well well, what do we have here huh?" He grinned and started to walk towards the bathroom.

"No!!!!" I screamed and launched myself off the floor diving onto the man "you leave them alone!!" i tried to fight but i could feel the shards of broken mirror digging in various parts of my body. He tossed me aside again giving me a hard punch to the gut winding me and sending me to my knees.

"Get away from them!!" i yelled as he carried on towards the bathroom.

Another figure suddenly charged into the room crashing into the man and sending him flying into the wall so hard he was out cold on impact! I breathed a sigh of relief realising Steve had arrived.

"Y/N!" He fell to his knee's beside me "are you okay?"

"There's another guy, i shot him in the leg...."

"Looks like he bled out sweetheart"

"Check on the kids" i said pointing at the bathroom hearing Grace screaming "i dont want Harrison seeing me like this...."

"Okay" he nodded and walked over to the bathroom opening the door.

"Hey pal" i heard Steve say to Harrison "you doing okay in here?"

"Where's mama...."

"Im okay baby, just stay in there with your dad for me for a minute okay?"

"Hi sweet girl, your okay.... sshhh" i could hear Steve as he cradled Grace.

"Police department!" I suddenly heard someone yell from downstairs......great timing!!

"I still think you should have gone to the hospital Y/N or at least to the compound. See Dr Cho" Steve said as he pulled another piece of broken mirror from my back. The police had taken the body of the man i shot and arrested the surviving intruder, i had refused to go to the hospital though.... id had worse than this before.

"Im okay, its not serious. Looks worse than it is" i said holding a towel full of ice to my face.

"Some of these are pretty deep, their gonna need stitches...."

"Then stitch them up!" I snapped at him "god Steve, its not like it would be the first time!"

"Your right it wouldn't, but we were in the field with no option but for me to stitch you up! Now we can get you proper medical care!"

I dropped my face into my hands as i began to cry, i couldn't hold it in any more. The adrenaline was wearing off and now the shock was setting in.

"I just want Bucky" i sobbed, i felt Steve tense up at the mention of Bucky's name before he carefully wrapped his arms around me.

"I know sweetheart, i've tried calling him and the rest of the team. I left a message"

"Where are the kids?"

"In Harrisons room, Grace is sleeping and Harrison was watching cartoons"

"I dont know what i would have done if they had been hurt!.... if you hadnt of showed up when you did Steve...."

"Dont think about that, i did show up and they are fine!" He said with a smile wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

"Thank you Steve, i mean it"

"You dont need to thank me sweetheart"

"Y/N!!!" I heard Bucky's frantic voice yell before his thundering footsteps on the stairs.

"Bucky" i sighed in relief. Within seconds he was in the room and pulling me into his arms, Wanda and Sam appearing seconds behind him.

"Ow Buck careful" i said wincing as his arm pressed into one of the shards still in my back.

"Doll why aren't you at the hospital!?"

"She refused to let me take her, you know how stubborn she can be" Steve rolled his eyes.

"Id be fine if you'd stop bitching and just stitch me up!"

"Okay come on, let me take a look. Wanda, can you check on the kids please?"

"Their fine Buck i made sure...." Steve started to say but she turned and went anyway.

"You wanna fill me in on what happened here?" Sam said to Steve looking pissed.

"Sure".

Once in the bathroom Bucky carefully removed my tank top to get a better look at my wounds.

"Baby some of these are really bad...."

Bucky said as his fingers gently traced over my back.

"Just do it Buck, I'm not going to the hospital! I can take it"

"Okay" he sighed pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. Bucky spent the next 15 minutes or so pulling shards of mirror from my back and some in my left arm. He stitched one pretty deep wound, the rest he just cleaned and covered with bandages. Once he was done he wrapped me in his arms holding me close.

"I was so scared Buck" i mumbled against his chest "i just wanted you. I knew if you were here we'd be fine"

"I know doll, me too. When i got that message from Steve...." he shook his head "i could have lost you today, you and the kids.... i could have lost my family"

"You didn't though, we're fine"

"Your not fine! look at what that son of a bitch did to you!"

"It could have been a lot worse, i got lucky. I never thought id be so happy to see Steve again..... the guy was going for the kids Bucky and i couldn't stop him.....Steve just came out of nowhere"

"Im sure you did everything you could baby"

"I tried, but the truth is I'm out of practice. I haven't been in a fight or even picked up a gun since i found out i was pregnant with Harrison"

"You did good!" Bucky smiled leaning down and gently kissing me, i hissed slightly feeling the sting of the split lip from the punch id received and he quickly apologised.

"Guess this puts a stop to our weekend at the cabin huh? I cant even kiss you!" I moaned.

"We'll go as soon as you feel better i promise, we've waited this long right?"

"I guess so, i was just really looking forward to it"

"Oh me too! But i can wait".

Saving Grace tags: @jennmurawski13 @kenzieam

@captainchrisstan @s-t-r-i-k-e-us @lets--be-honest

@ms-betsy-fangirl @damnaged-princess

@farfromtommy @disneylovingal @lbuck121

@billweasleey @rynabarnesrogers

@heathens-takeitsl0w @lacontroller1991

@supervengerslock @barnesandrogersworld

@mariswritingforfun @perpetually-tuned-out

@thummbelina @marvelousstyles @broco8

@ineffableg-irl @ilovesupersoldiers

@writeroutoftime

#bucky x reader #steve x reader #sebastian stan #chris evans #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #winter soldier #captain america #reader insert #saving grace

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rjshepherd · 5 years ago

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@nutsandvoltsweek day 4 Tyrians prosthetic with a side order of angst!

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It was well after 3am before tyrian finally fell asleep. not restful sleep mind you; he’d simply passed out from exhaustion, cried and screamed until his body gave out under him. Every now and then, he made a noise that stilled arthurs breath. was he crying in his sleep? he shouldnt be in any pain. not after the amount of painkillers Watts had given him. Unusually for tyrian, he hadn’t refused when Watts produced the syringe full of numbing agent. it never mattered how much anesthetic he pumped into the scorpion faunus he just wouldn’t go under. perhaps it was something to do with his faunus genetics. or maybe tyrian was just too stubborn to succumb to the chemicals…

He’d learned to give the Hunter a mild analgesic and work fast; it kept them both happy. Watts knew tyrian would stop him if the pain became too much and tyrian didnt have to listen to Watts fussing over him like a child. this time however, both watts and tyrian were silent. Emotions were never his strong suit: even as well as he knew tyrian ( or hoped he knew him) he could never figure out his devotion to Salem. put simply, she was not good to him.He threw himself at her feet and she would kick him to the side like trash. Still for whatever reason, the woman meant enough to tyrian that her disappointment had sent him into an exceptional downwards spiral. tyrian was almost inconsolable: it had taken both Cinder and Hazel to carry him kicking and screaming to his lab. He could tell something had happened just by looking at tyrian, even if he had’nt been screaming like a banshee. He was in such a state he could bearly talk, Cinder had to tell him what happened.Watts had sent them away so he could work but in retrospect he wished he hadnt. what exactly could he say to comfort tyrian? “there there you only failed a little”? “ she’ll forgive you eventually”? they both knew she wouldnt. he’d tried to focus on making tyrian feel better physically before addressing his mental state; tyrians tail was badly infected, he was dehydrated, fractured ribs and broken his nose. he’d tried to coax tyrian onto a bed and out of his fetal position under a desk with promises of food and water but to no avail.

If he waited any longer tyrian was going to lose more of his tail to gangrene. he’d need antibiotics but watts was confident he could save most of it if he stopped the bleeding. Watts crouched by the table tyrian was hiding under peering into the dark. the acrid smell of tyrians venom burned the back of his throat “tyrian” he’d said as sternly as he could “if you dont let me treat your tail you are going to lose it. come here.” there were a few moments of silence before two pale shaking hands appeared from the darkness. Grateful he’d had the forethought to put on gloves , watts gently took tyrians venom covered hands in his own, pulling him up. bearly one step before tyrians legs gave out way. Watts reflexively caught him and hoisted him onto the table, careful not to touch the flailing remains of his tail.

it had taken hours to patch tyrian up. the venom made his eyes water more than once but it was nothing compared to the torrent that came from tyrian. he’d stopped speaking entirely, lying prone on the desk sobbing until he hiccupped, heaving dryly in a way that made Watts eye a kidney bowl and wonder if he could get there and back before tyrian ruined the finish on his desk.

He was so focused on keeping the damage to a minimum he didnt notice exactly when tyrians shoulders relax and the crying stifle. only when he’d finally finished did he realise tyrian was out cold. He was covered in blood and venom and tears but now so exausted himself that he couldnt be bothered to change. he cleaned the venom from his skin and set about making tyrian more comfortable. he’d heaved the scorpion into his arms and wobbled over to his couch. he was about to set tyrian down when his tail began to fall to the floor. a panicked hot flush washed over him; the only thing he could think to do was twist and throw himself into the sofa with tyrian still in his arms. at least then his tail would have a soft landing.

his plan worked…kinda. tyrian landed softly, bearly stirring in his sleep. but now Watts was trapped under him. The longer he sat there trying to work out how to move the sleeping scorpion on top of him, the more he begin to feel sleep call to him too. Watts reaches for a blanket at the end of the sofa, wrapping it around them both. He still had no idea how to comfort tyrian, so he settle for at least letting him get some sleep.

it was the best he could do for now.

ngl writing this took longer than the drawing.

#nuts and volts #nuts and volts week #tyrian callows #arthur watts #tyrian callows x arthur watts #arthur watts x tyrian callows #my stuff #my art

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dragonwitch77 · 6 years ago

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Death’s Flower

High up in the sky, higher than any cloud could reach, higher than any mountain peak, higher still to the stars is the realm of gods. A land filled with prosper, with rare creatures that frolic in enchanted woods, with rivers that run with crystal waters, and stone buildings fit for kings of kings. Here gods are kings that dine on the freshest and sweetest fruits, living in laps of luxury and comfort.

On the highest mountain in the realm, in the largest building filled to the speck with knowledge lives the ruler of the gods. Zaman, the God of Time. With his power of time, Zaman was in charge to make sure that everything ran its natural course. Filled with infinite wisdom and knowledge, he was the most respected and well-loved amongst the gods.

Zaman’s daughter, Lyvia, was the Goddess of Beauty. Her beauty was unmatched and could never be replicated. She gifted young women with beauty and gifts of song. Many gods and mortal men wished to be with her, but Zaman, fearing his daughter’s arrogance for attention, kept his daughter away from prying hands by keeping her in the garden.

Lyvia didn’t mind as she could watch the mortals down below with the garden’s lakes. Every day she watched as the mortals struggled day in and day out, working and fighting against one another and finding it amusing when one should proclaim their love for her. But as the days went by, Lyvia started to feel an emptiness inside of her.

Day in and day out, she watched as mortal woman found love, baring children into the world. It left her envious for she had a soft spot for young innocents. She longed to hold a small child close to her chest, to sing sweet lullabies to calm their cries, to enjoy the simple outlook a child had on the world and teach a young mind the world around them.

But Zaman since refused to let her out of the garden or to let any man into his home, she could never have a child of her own with a man or god.

However, Lyvia was not without her cleverness.

If she could not have a child with another man or god, then she would have a child that she made herself. For long nights, Lyvia searched through her father’s ancient knowledge, looking over notes and studies for any hope to make a child. She asked her father, begging him if he had any idea how to make this child without a man.

Zaman, while not pleased of his daughter’s idea, could not provide her with any answers to her task. For how could child be born without both a woman and a man?

This did not stop Lyvia from trying to find an answer. Years went by, fruitless night searching her father’s study proved to be a useless chase. So, she called for the oldest god for help. Veleda, the eldest Goddess of Fates. Hoping Veleda had what she seeked, the younger god told Veleda of her woes and her desire.

Pitying the young goddess, Veleda whispered into her ear of what she deeply desired.

Joy leapt into Lyvia’s heart, and the goddess was filled with happiness. She thanked Veleda, setting off at once to fill out her heart’s desire.

With her new knowledge, she quickly set to work making her child. She told her father of her plan, begging him to gather what was needed to make her child. Hesitant, Zaman carried out his daughter’s wishes, for he wished his daughter only happiness.

Gathering all that she needed, Lyvia set to work making her child. But it was not a task that could be accomplished in a single night.

Despite following Veleda’s every word and task needed, Lyvia could not make a child. Her attempts would end with failure with disappointment and sadness filling the goddess’s heart. Still, she persisted, determined to have her child, no matter how long it took or how many times she failed.

Night after night she tried to make her child, and night after night she failed. With each failure, Lyvia wept with sadness, not understanding how she could not make a child. She deeply believed in Veleda’s shared knowledge, refusing to stop till she had her child in her arms.

Many long nights went by, until the ninth month one night, when Lyvia’s stubbornness finally paid off when a child’s first breath cried into the night sky. Her many trails and errors had finally rewarded her with the child she longed for.

Her very own baby girl.

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Once word had gotten out that Lyvia had brought the new little god into the world, many flooded the hill hoping to see this newborn. Zaman still kept many of the men away from his home, but allowed some gods to enter, bearing gifts for his grandchild.

“Oh man goodness! Look at her! She’s absolutely prefect Lyvia! Look at her little fingers~! And her pudgy face! That’s a face of a troublemaker, I can tell.”

Caitlin, the Goddess of Felines and Large Beasts, cooed at the new little god wrapped in fine silk blankets in Lyvia’s arms. She was short in height with a big build in her body, though she claimed that she wasn’t round and just pudgy on all sides. Her skin was dark with patches of white on her skin here and there, dressed in animal skins that made her look more feline if her tail and ears and cat like face weren’t enough.

“Oi! You said that exact same thin’ ‘bout me own kids! N’ they all turned out fine!” Someone shouted from across the room.

It was the well-known God of War, Coriander. He was an odd ball god, not only for his short stature and even shorter temper, but for always wearing his armor and never taking it off, even when there was no war going on. No god or mortal has ever seen his face due to his large helmet and bright golden orange hair covering his eyes.

“Are you still wearing that dusty thing?! For the Sisters sake, take it off! That thing is covered in blood and who knows what else!” Caitlin chastise, her tail swishing to and fro. “In fact, don’t come any nearer than you are! I don’t want you making the baby sick!”

“But Ah want tae look at the lil’ one!”

“Darling, your own wife wouldn’t let you hold your kids in that thing.”

The hairs on Coriander’s neck stood on end, bristling with anger as he quickly turned on his heels and hissed. “Shut yer peck neck mouth Grunde!”

Grunde, the God of Music, simply smiled easily as he smoothly stepped around the smaller god. Grunde was a more easy going god than the rest, favoring as what he call, a time before it reaches its popular. He dressing was questionable as his clothing covered most of his body in a red scarlet that had stone sewn in, making him sparkle in the light. Not to mention how he had asked the builders for his sandals to have very questionable extensions, making him just as tall as the rest of the gods around him. While his dressing was questionable, it was his hair that caught most attention. Every dark hair on top of his head was somehow pulled up into a large bouncing ball of puffy hair.

No one was sure how the god had managed such a task, or how he could do such absurd thing and somehow managing to make it look fitting on him. Maybe it was his bazaar nature. Maybe it was just how he was. Or maybe, just maybe, he did it all just to annoy Coriander.

It was well known that the two had a long lasting rivalry. No one knows or remembers how their rivalry began, but it was clear that the two would never truly get along with each other.

“My my! So this is the new little god I’ve heard about!” Grunde made his way over, taking in the sight of the newborn. “Magnificent! She is truly stunning! Almost like her mother!”

Lyvia blushed, hugging her daughter close. “She has father’s blue eyes and my fair skin. I’m hoping that when she gets older, she’ll have my singing talent and father’s wisdom.”

“A grand thing to hope for darling!” Grunde cheered. “It will be a grand day to hear two lovely ladies singing together!”

“Jus’ as long as ya don’t spread yer gaudy taste in fashion to the child!” Coriander shouted. “We suffer ‘nough with you lookin’ like a walkin’ tomato!”

Grunde’s face turned red with anger, spinning around and storming up to Coriander where the two started shouting insults at each other that were so loud, gods could hear it from four corridors away.

The baby in Lyvia’s arm started to squirm as the shouting from the two gods disturbed her nap. Her face scrunched in discomfort and as the shouting continued, getting louder and louder with each insult, she started to cry.

“Now look what you to idiots have done!” Caitlin growled, her eyes turning sharp with anger. “You went and disturbed the baby!” With an angry growl, she stormed over to the two, grabbing each of them by the neck and dragged them out of the room. “If neither of you can behave, then you shouldn’t bother showing up!”

Lyvia could only watch as the two gods were dragged out of the room with loud protests before her attention went back to her crying child. “Shh, it’s okay young one. Mother is here. I’m here. I’m here.” She whispered soft words to her child, rocking herself back and forth till the child’s cries settled into whimpers and then lulled to slumber.

“I’m impressed.” A deep old voice startled the young god, but relaxed at the sight of her father standing in the doorway. “You hadn’t had her for more than one night and already seem like a natural at this.”

“Father. I didn’t see you there. Have you’ve come to lecture me again?”

Zaman chuckled, rubbing his short white beard. “No, no. I just wanted to see my daughter and her child.”

“Then come say hello. She is your granddaughter.” Lyvia smiled, beckoning her father forward and showing her child with love. “Isn’t she wonderful? One day, she’ll be big and strong and ruling over the mortals like a real god. And she will be well known to all.”

“Don’t make hasty predictions just yet my child. Let her be a child for now and a powerful being later.” Zaman lightly touched his grandchild’s cheek. “I want to enjoy having a grandkid around for a long time.”

Lyvia giggled, kissing her child’s head.

The happy moment did not last however, as the room suddenly felt cold and dead. Lyvia’s eyes were suddenly wide with fear and her skin turned a pale color. Zaman’s three eyes narrowed, turning towards the doorway where cries of shock and horror were emanating.

“So our final guest has arrived.” Zaman spoke slowly, his cape fluttering as he stepped out of the room and made his way to the main room where it was filled with gods and goddesses. They all were pressed against the walls, fear etched onto their faces as whispers filled the room with eyes trained on the one lone being that stood in the center.

The being was tall, taller than any god in the room. Even taller than Grunde without any silly sandal extensions. The being was covered by a dark cloak that concealed their identity, standing tall and straight that demanded respected with their hood covered head held high and their golden eyes void of any emotion other than disdain and irritation glowing in the darkness deep inside the hood.

“What’s he doing here?”

“No one has died yet have they?”

“Gods don’t die! We’re immortal!”

“Has he come to curse the child?”

“How evil!”

“Well! How… unexpected to see you here.” Zaman smiled, though it seemed forced and lacking of any real qualities of a smile. “What brings the God of Death to my humble home Se-?”

“Do not speak that name to me.” The dark god hissed through gritted teeth, pulling his hood back. “That name was given by mortals. I refused to be associated with anything they may claim to know about beings like us.”

Zaman frowned. “Come on, you don’t really expect us to call you by that ridicules name you keep insisting to use. Sepht—”

“Snatcher! It’s Snatcher!” The god hissed, his tongue flicking in and out like a serpent. “You better do well to remember that Tim!”

“Now there’s no need for you to get angry… Snatcher.” Zaman sighed with reluctance. “And why do you keep calling me Tim? I never get that with you.”

“Tim just seems like a you name.” Snatcher shrugged.

“Oi! Is there a reason where yer here spook?! Or did ya jus’ come here tae spoil the party?!” Coriander shouted, being one of few brave gods to not back down from Snatcher’s unsettling presence. Caitlin slapped him behind his helmet as Snatcher glanced over his shoulder, his long black locks falling like a river that raced down his back.

“Well if it isn’t the whole gang.” His mouth twisted into a wide unwelcoming grin that took up have of his pale face. “CC, Grooves… you.”

Coriander fumed, and Caitlin with several gods rushed to restrain him before he could do anything risky.

“As much as reunions are fun, I’m here for more serious matters.” Snatcher turned to glare at each god and goddess. “It seems that someone thought it was funny to sneak into my domain and rip a piece of my cloak out.”

With dramatic flair, Snatcher threw open his cloak, revealing his thin body and a massive noticeable tear in his cape. A silence over took the room as everyone stare in shock at the noticeable tear in the cloak.

“Now, normally I should feel offended. Immensely angry as well. But! Since this is a special day celebrating your grandkid’s birth Timmy, I’m feeling oddly… generous.”

Zaman cringed at the nickname, trying hard not to look Snatcher in the eye. “And what would that be?”

“It’s simple!” Snatcher threw his arms wide. “All I want is the culprit to step forward so we can have a… little chat down in the Underworld. We wouldn’t want to spoil this day any further now do we? Now, will the offender please step forward?”

No one moved.

They all remained in place where they stood, eyeing the Underworld Lord warily. Zaman could see the fear on their faces. No one wanted to step forward. And for good reason. Snatcher wasn’t called the Lord of the Underworld without reason.

For a god with thin, almost bone and lanky build, he was no pushover. His power was almost unmatched next to Zaman’s, with a dark thirst for war and gruesome battles that led to the death. Most had heard rumors that since he got tired of trying to wash out all the blood in his clothes, he wore dark colors to hide his enemies blood. And dark was right.

All his clothes, to his shirt and gloves, to his barbarous choice to wear pants. Even his boots were dark in black color. What type of god wore pants?!

It was uncivil for the Sisters sake!

“Come on people. It’s not really like you’ve got any choice in the matter. I just want what’s mine back, and we can all go our separate ways! It’s that simple!”

“Well maybe the culprit isn’t here, have you thought of that?!”

Heads turned to the doorway. Lyvia stood there, shaken and holding her child tightly in her arms.

“Y-You… you are not welcomed here Lord of Death! This is supposed to be a happy time for celebration of my daughter’s birth.”

“Lyvia, don’t dare draw any attention to yourself!” Zaman hissed.

“Oh! So it’s a girl then?” Snatcher strode forward, taking long strides with his long limbs. “I’ll admit that I was a little curious to see if the rumors were true about you having a kid. Guess they were right!” He shoved aside Zaman as the older god tried to stop him, stopping to stand in front of Lyvia and grin down at her. Since he was so tall, he had to bend over just to look her in the eyes at her level but still towering over her.

Lyvia was frozen on the spot as the God of Death stared her down. She couldn’t move nor grab up the courage to look away from the cold dead golden eyes that seemed to pull her in and drag her into an abyss that was slowly both drowning her and sucking her soul right out of her body.

“Peck neck spook!” Coriander shouted, drawing Snatcher’s attention away from Lyvia, snapping her out of whatever trance she was in as she gasped for air and almost lost her strength to stand.

“Hey now! We don’t need foul language around the kid! I’m sure Lyvia would appreciate if you didn’t taint her kid’s innocence with such dirty language. After all, little… I sorry, what was the kid’s name again?”

Lyvia jumped back as Snatcher turned his gaze on her again. This time she managed to keep her eyes down and not look into his eyes. “Get out. Get out if you are not here to celebrate my child’s birth and only intend to bring disaster. Like you always do.”

Snatcher scoffed. “If you can’t even look someone in the eye to tell them off, then there’s no way they’ll listen to you.” He turned his gaze to the child.

Wide blue eyes stared at him, woken by the commotion and found a new stranger staring at them.

Snatcher grinned as he leaned down close to the child, his grin widening as Lyvia shivered with fear. When his face was close enough, his skin darkened and his jaws pulled back, showing off his rows of long thin sharp teeth as his eyes glowed an unnatural yellow, hissing like a snake with a fork tongue dragging across his fangs.

The child’s eyes widened. Everyone braced themselves for the child to burst out crying. Scarred forever with a deep terror of the dark ruler.

But to everyone’s surprise and shock the child did burst out.

Laughing.

Snatcher reeled back in shock, his face returning to its normal dead pale skin and dark bags under the eyes. He stared at the child that continued to laugh at him, smiling brightly with her eyes twinkling with joy.

“… you… need to have that kid checked out.” He grumbled, backing away slowly with his eyes never leaving the child before turning around and storming out of the building with his torn cape fluttering behind him.

Once everyone was sure he was gone, their eyes turned to Lyvia and her child. The new mother stood there in shock. What had her child just done? Did she really just laugh in the face of death? She looked to her child, seeing her yawn and snuggle against her chest, falling right back to sleep.

“… Whelp! It’s official!” Coriander drew everyone’s attention. “Ah like this lass!”

“Are you drunk Coriander?!”

“Lyvia’s child just laughed at the Lord of DEATH!”

“That’s not normal! Even for a god!”

“But that’s where yer wrong! Lyvia’s child ain’t normal! The lass was made by Lyvia n’ her alone with no spouse! Ya can’t blame her or the kid fer that! We’ve never seen a god bein’ created out of the usual way, so we can’t really expect anythin’ normal!”

Murmurs drifted in the air as Zaman reached for his daughter, guiding her someplace to sit down after the whole ordeal.

“N’ besides, that peck neck had it comin’! He’s been a knife tae our side fer as long as we can remember.” The murmurs turned into agreements as many recalled the many ‘pranks’ the Snatcher had oh-so-kindly given them over the many, many years. “Ah say that it’s high time that spook was put in his place. That it was time we put him where he belongs! Fer him tae keep out of our business n’ stick rrrrrrrright where it can go!”

Cheers erupted and soon the whole room was in uproar, throwing insults and crud remarks about the Snatcher. Caitlin and Grunde watched as the room slowly turned into a crazy party that was supposed to be a celebration of a birth of a child.

“… please tell me most of them weren’t drinking when them came to this party.” Caitlin sighed, rubbing her face as a headache started to form.

Grunde sighed as many gods took out goblets and filled them with the finest wine. “Before, during, and probably after the party darling.”

#ahit #ahit au #a hat in time #ahit fanfic #death's flower au #guess who is who

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gumnut-logic · 6 years ago

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Gentle Rain (Part Nineteen)

Title: Gentle Rain

Warm Rain Series

Author: Gumnut

1 – 4 Mar 2019

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes it is so gentle, you don’t realise it is happening.

Word count: 3000

Spoilers & warnings: Virgil/Kayo, Scott/OC, Gordon/Penelope, spoilers for Warm Rain up to this point in the timeline.

Timeline: Six months after ‘The Proposal’, almost a sequel.

Author’s note: For @scribbles97 And here we are, the last chapter. There will be an Epilogue full of important stuff, I’ve started it. Also, those of you who follow me on Tumblr will have already read the first Tale of Gentle Rain – I kinda jumped the gun and didn’t want to officially publish it until I had finished this fic…which is pretty close now. So, there is more to come. Thank you ever so much to @scribbles97 who has helped me through this entire fic. Also thanks to @i-am-chidorixblossom and @the-lady-razorsharp who have also answered my frantic calls at various points in time – this fic was a nerve-wracker and I can be really insecure at times :D I would also like to give a massive thanks to all of you who have cheered me along the way. Your comments and feedback have kept me going. It makes it so much more purposeful to write if I know what I’m writing is being read and super bonus if it is being enjoyed. Thank you so, so much ::hugs you all madly::

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Waking in hospital was not her favourite. She had done it many times in her thirty years and none of those events had been pleasant.

She could smell the hospital around her.

A frown. Vague memories of faces, words, it seemed like dreams, all leading back to that man from International Rescue.

A pair of blue eyes.

Scott Tracy.

She woke with his name on her lips.

And he was the first thing she saw.

“Em?” His voice was soft, tentative, and the hope in his face so strong.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” That smile of his still turned her insides to jelly. “How are you feeling?”

How was she feeling? A quick physical check and she found herself surprisingly good. “Good. I’m good.”

His smile widened.

A snuffled snort echoed through the room. She frowned. “What?”

Scott stepped back and she came eye to eye with Kayo sitting on a couch in the corner. The smirk on her face was amusing, particularly considering the man asleep in her lap. Virgil was snoring softly, curled up rather awkwardly on the too small sofa, still in his uniform. His baldric and toolkit were draped over the back of one of the chairs.

“Is he okay?”

Scott’s smile was reassuring. “He’s fine. Just tired. Stubborn idiot refused to go home.”

“Why?”

He frowned and she realised that he, too, was still in his uniform. “You don’t remember?”

Remember? A blink. “You caught me.”

“Yes, I did. But you were injured.”

Injured? Her brain didn’t seem to be functioning at full capacity. “How?”

His brow furrowed immediately. “You had a laceration on your leg. You lost a lot of blood.”

“I did?” She reached down and peered under the covers. Her left stump was swathed in bandages. Another frown and she forced her mind to think.

Scott speaking to her calmly, but firmly. Strapping her in. She had flown in a Thunderbird. Thunderbird One. Thunder was right. It had roared. So, so fast.

Then the hospital. Perth Hospital. Again.

Scott holding her. Her blood on his hands.

Worried blue eyes.

She shook herself. She must be on something. She was foggy.

“The bridge? The people?”

“We saved as many as we could.”

Virgil snorted again.

She frowned at the man as Kayo stroked his hair. A glance at Scott. “Why are you here?”

His eyes widened and his expression closed suddenly and considering their recent history she realised exactly how that might have sounded.

A blink. “No, you idiot. I’m talking about the broken arm, leg and ribs, not to mention the hole in your side that was stitched up a few weeks before Christmas.”

“Uh.” Now he looked uncomfortable, almost like a young boy who had just discovered he was in trouble.

Her foggy mind still wasn’t registering properly, but it still managed to calculate recovery times. She rubbed her eyes. “And what about Virgil? You know, the man who recently died.” In the corner of her eye she saw Kayo tense.

“It was necessary.” His stance straightened. “Besides, we had backup.”

“I noticed. But that didn’t seem to exclude either of you from the rescue.”

“There wasn’t time-“

“Exactly! You haven’t given either of yourselves enough time!”

Those blue eyes flared. “And what exactly did you expect me to do? Sit back while you fell off a bridge?”

And there it was, the blatant self-sacrifice that was going to kill these men. “You had back up! Let them do their job. Stop risking yourself.”

“I couldn’t leave you there.” It was quiet, but the words were firm.

She stared at him. “Your health is worth the risk, Scott.”

“Yours isn’t.” He glared at her. “I will not risk you.”

“Me? What about the other hundred or so people?”

His lips shut closed and he didn’t answer. Blue simply stared at her.

Her eyes widened. “You didn’t...”

“How could I not?” And suddenly he was so much closer.

“Oh, for goodness sake, kiss her already!” There was a thump and a groan, and they both looked up to see Virgil rolling off the couch. The man was obviously stiff as a board. “Have at it, I’m getting coffee.” And without a glance at them, he stumbled from the room, dragging Kayo with him. Kayo did grin back at both of them, however, her eyes sparkling.

Em frowned. “Are you sure he’s okay?”

Scott smiled. Oh god, that smile. “I thought you’d be familiar with Virgil Sans Coffee by now.” But he was leaning in and that smile touched her lips. As always, he was warm, his energy burning, reaching out and drawing her in. A brush of his tongue on hers and he released her. She didn’t want to let him go.

His smile became hesitant. “I believe I owe you an explanation.”

“Regarding your habit of flashing hot and cold?” God, honestly, she only wanted him to kiss her again. His hot was so hot. Screw it. “I’ve just had a major traumatic incident. I’m injured, and I’m pretty sure I’m high on pain meds. Can we save it for later? I’d really just like to you to kiss me again.”

His grin was as gorgeous as his smile, and god, when he wrapped his arms around her and took her lips with his, all the cares in the world could wait until later.

-o-o-o-

Em was only in the hospital for a few days, but in that time, she managed to have every Tracy march through her door plus Kayo and her uncle.

Uncle Crispin arrived with Sally Tracy along with Alan. Alan was looking a little green around the gills and the description he gave Kayo of what her uncle and his grandmother had been doing on the plane was enough to turn Em a little green in sympathy.

There were some things that you just didn’t want to know about the generations above you.

Uncle Crispin gave her the third degree on what had happened. This was quickly followed by him cornering Scott the moment he walked through her door on the way back from a meeting with the GDF.

“And what are your intentions with my niece, Tracy?”

“Kip!”

“Uncle Crispin!”

It was hard to tell who was more offended, Mrs Tracy or Em.

But Scott didn’t back down. He took a step towards her uncle and looked him in the eye. And he could. Not having seen Scott standing to his full height, Em hadn’t realised he was that tall. Though slimmer in youth, he could match every one of her uncle’s many inches. Wow. “And what are your intentions with my Grandmother?”

“Scott!” Okay, Mrs Tracy was the more offended.

Em glared at the both of them. “If you two gentlemen do not stop alpha strutting in my hospital room, I will ask both of you to leave.”

Scott’s response was immediate, probably feeling like he was already on probation and didn’t want to blow it. He backed down, but she didn’t fail to notice that he stepped immediately to her side. She rolled her eyes at that.

Uncle Crispin glared at him, but also backed off, stepping back beside Mrs Tracy.

“Now, Uncle Crispin, this is my business. While I appreciate your protectiveness, I find it rather ironic that you are attempting to protect me from the grandson of your paramour, and the leader of International Rescue, an organisation you greatly admire. You have a model Thunderbird and figurines, for crying out loud.” She turned to Scott, whose eyes were bugging out a little at her last statement. “And you, give your grandmother a break. Uncle Crispin is a great guy, I can promise you that. Stop snarling at him.”

Neither man commented, merely exchanging wary glances. God, men!

The tableau was interrupted by Virgil waltzing in with a get-well balloon tied to a blue teddy bear. Every face in the room turned to him. He stopped in his tracks and blinked. “Did I interrupt something?”

Em couldn’t help but smile. “No, nothing of importance.”

His eyes darted back and forth between his eldest brother, Uncle Crispin, Em and Kayo. “Okay, good, because Scott bought you a get-well bear.” He strode up and plonked it on the edge of her bed.

“I did?”

Kayo elbowed her brother. “Yes, you did, because that is what good boyfriends do when their girlfriends are in the hospital.”

There was a silence for a moment and Em stared at Virgil. The engineer smiled at her.

“Yes. Yes, I did and I do.” Scott said the words, but looked a little stunned.

Em bit her lip, but couldn’t help grinning at his expression. She picked up the bear. It had blue eyes and a perpetual smile. Reaching out a hand, she snagged Scott’s and pulled him towards her. “Thank you, Scott. It was a very kind thought.” And she was grinning up at him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“Can I give you a thank you kiss?”

She couldn’t help but grin at the grin that immediately split his face. He bent down and, oh, oh, thank you. Thank you, indeed.

The bear was dropped to the bed covers and one hand was in his hair, the other on his shoulder feeling the flex of muscle through his shirt.

“My god, I’m surrounded by a bunch of lovebirds. Okay, that’s it, I’m making a point of being somewhere else for some time. Em, get better soon. Enjoy...my brother.”

Scott broke off their kiss just in time for her to see Alan shudder. Mrs Tracy grabbed the youngest before he could escape and said something quietly to him Em couldn’t hear before kissing his cheek. Alan rolled his eyes and stomped out of the room.

Em had a grip on Scott’s shirt and didn’t want to let go. Virgil was grinning ear to ear. Kayo had a smirk on her face. Mrs Tracy was smiling. Uncle Crispin, surprisingly, wasn’t glaring, but was thoughtful instead.

Scott was staring down at her in amazement.

She grinned. “Can I say thank you again?”

Virgil cracked up laughing.

-o-o-o-

Escaping from hospital did not equate to escaping from the Tracys. Kayo, despite being heavily involved into the investigation surrounding the bridge bombing, found the time to accompany her back to her apartment. Virgil had declared her hoverscoot deceased and promptly acquired her a new one. Her protest at the cost was met with a flat-eyed stare, and yeah, billionaires, money no object, yada-yada-yada.

It was a relief to slip back into a hoverscoot. The hoverchair from the hospital was just clunky and cumbersome.

While Virgil packed the car, she took the opportunity to sit down with Kayo for a moment in her own loungeroom. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I can’t believe...” And she ran out of words.

“Em...” Kayo held up her hand. “Trust me, we are equal on all scores.” Virgil stuck his head in the door and grabbed two more of the small bags she had hastily packed and disappeared again. Kayo smiled just a little, her voice quiet as she stared after him. “We’re equal.”

“If there is ever anything I can do for either of you. Just ask.” She reached out and grabbed the woman’s hand. “Please.” She tried her best to covey how much it all meant to her.

Kayo turned to her and tilted her head a little. “If you do the same.” A small smile. “I hear rumour that is what friends do.”

Em couldn’t help but grin just a little. She felt like a teenager swapping friendship bracelets. The thought was just ridiculous.

But it meant so much more.

“Oh, I’ve got something for you.” Kayo reached into her pocket. “You should keep this on you at all times until Brains can set you up with something a little less conspicuous.” The security officer handed her the IR comm she had worn in New Zealand.

Em stared at it. “Are you sure?”

Kayo arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure.”

Em held it in her hands, the embossed IR logo catching the light. “That is something I’ve been meaning to ask. I left this behind in Wellington. How did you know I was on the bridge?”

“I planted a tracker in your hoverscoot.” There was no apology in Kayo’s expression.

Em stared at her. “What?”

“You became an IR concern. I needed to know where you were.”

“Why?”

“We are primarily a rescue organisation. However, our technologies are advanced and there are people out there who will do anything to get their hands on them. You know this, it has already affected your life drastically.”

“You think they might use me to get to you?”

Kayo shrugged. “Maybe. Possibly. There are a range of vulnerabilities in the equation. The tracker was to protect you and IR. In this case, we knew you were on the bridge and could act accordingly.”

“Is that what happened? Were they after me?” Her heart stuttered at the thought. To be honest, she had already considered some of the dangers involved. It was obvious. She had lost her family to a man who had wanted what the Tracys had.

Something flashed in Kayo’s eyes.

“No, a group has claimed responsibility. Lunatics. Don’t worry. Penelope and I are working on it. We’ll find them.” And Kayo stopped there, obviously unwilling to reveal anymore.

Her apartment door opened again and Virgil walked back in. “Anything else? I think I’ve about covered my rehab for today.”

Em mentally shook herself and smiled.

-o-o-o-

The stop at her apartment was exactly that, just a stop. She needed assistance and the doctors had only released her with the reassurance that she would have company.

So, bags packed and loaded, Kayo flew her back to Tracy Island, and she found herself in the same room she had spent Christmas. Cecil arrived to attend to her every need. The man was a like a clone of Gordon Tracy, though taller and skinnier. A ray of sunshine who never stopped smiling.

Scott bounced back and forth from the island every day, horribly busy, both with the GDF and the Thunderchick squads. Then a tsunami in Japan took every hand IR had available.

All the brothers came back from that pale and dead-eyed.

She caught him before he could escape to his room.

Even though she was prepared for it, it still hurt when he brushed her off. “Em, I’m tired. It’s been a long day. You should be resting.” His natural reflex was to lock it all up and process it alone, the same way he had when Virgil collapsed.

She hadn’t missed Virgil beelining to Kayo. Hadn’t missed her wrapping her arms around him, his head dropping to her shoulder in pure exhaustion. Her leading him away to their quarters.

Scott had glanced at them while removing his baldric and dumping it on the couch before throwing himself down beside it.

She steeled herself. “I’m fine. It is you who needs the rest.”

He looked up at her and the exhaustion and pain in his eyes broke her heart. Reaching out, she ‘scooted forward, dropping the ‘scoot directly onto the couch and took him into her arms, lying his head on her chest.

He resisted at first, his muscles tense, and she was forced to wonder how long it had been since this man had been comforted. She knew a good percentage of his history, had seen the care he doled out to his family, but who cared for the carer? Virgil, most certainly, but he would ever be younger.

Em would ever be older.

She pulled him tighter, running her fingers through his hair, and slowly his arms crept around her and returned the embrace. He didn’t fully relax, no doubt that would take time, but his breathing evened out and he rested his weight on her.

“I love you.” The words came out unbidden. She didn’t mean to say it, but it was said.

His reaction was immediate. He sat up, pulling away a little and staring at her.

Em felt the blood drain from her face. “I’m sorry, I-“

And he was kissing her, his strength pulling her close. His tongue begged entry and she let him in, as he crushed her against him. His cologne was overlaid with sweat and dirt, he desperately needed a shower and a shave, but he was in her arms and loving her in his own way.

She didn’t expect the words, not yet. If there was one thing she had learnt over the last few months, it was that Scott Tracy had a large family, but ultimately, he had been alone for a long time. As alone as she had been.

It was going to take time.

The kiss broke off, his breathing heavy, eyes glistening in the evening light. “Em...”

She reached up and placed a finger across his lips. “You don’t have to say anything.” He kissed her finger, his breath hot on her skin. “I will only ask you for one thing.”

His eyes widened in an expression very similar to the last time she had made such a demand of him.

“Ping me. Come to me. Seek me out.” Her fingers drifted into his hair and she leant forward to kiss his forehead. “I’m here. You are not alone. You don’t have to say anything, I won’t force you to talk, I promise. Just be...with me.”

It was all she could ask.

He stared at her for a moment, words bouncing about his eyes, but none finding his mouth. Eventually he drew her into his embrace, a soft kiss to her jaw, her cheek and her lips. There was no smile, no charm, no Commander of International Rescue, no big brother.

Just Scott Tracy.

He dropped his head to her shoulder, exhaustion in every line of his body. Em stroked his hair and just held on.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #scott tracy #kayo kyrano #em harris #virgil/kayo #scott/em #scott/oc #warm rain #gentle rain

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sadrien · 8 years ago

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snapped strings

on ao3

i dont know what happened today but all my friends started arguing and i spent almost two hours just crying. it was pretty bad. i wanted nothing more than for it all to stop or for someone to show up and just give me a hug

i dont think were going to be ok anytime soon

take some bullshit. the characterizations are kind of shit. i wrote half of this while crying and didnt reread it. im sorry

Marinette lunges for her headphones when she hears him land on the balcony. She wipes her cheeks with the sleeves of her sweater — not that it does much with how wet they are — and pretends she doesn’t hear him. Because she doesn’t want to hear him.

She doesn’t want him near her right now.

He knocks on the trapdoor.

She can’t find her headphones in her mess of a bed. Her phone is on the floor now, where she threw it in frustration after Alya left the chat angrily and Marinette’s tears turned into sobs.

She’s just happy her parents haven’t come up to see what’s wrong yet. She wants to be left alone. She doesn’t want him here.

He keeps knocking.

She can’t pretend to be asleep because he can see through her trapdoor. Because she didn’t think to cover it.

She’s finding black fabric as soon as he goes away.

He knocks again. Why won’t he stop knocking?

Marinette wants to tear her hair out or scream or anything. But all she can do is cry. And cry and cry and just keep crying. She feels empty and broken and pathetic and—

He knocks.

She throws the trapdoor open and shouts, “Go away!” but the words get caught and twisted in her sobs and they break in a pitiful sort of way.

Chat stares down at her in surprise, like he didn’t actually think she’d even look him in the eye, let alone yell at him.

“Didn’t you get the message?” Marinette snaps. “I don’t want to see you!”

“I—”

“Leave me alone!”

Chat’s ears flatten against his head and he glances away, chewing on his bottom lip. “I… If you’re going to yell at me, you should come out here. You’re going to wake up your parents.”

Marinette tries to channel her pain into anger but it’s not working. It falls flat into nothing but sadness. She sniffs and wipes her cheeks again and hauls herself onto the balcony, closing her trapdoor with her foot.

Chat takes a step back, shoulders hunched.

“I hate you,” Marinette whispers. She wraps her arms around herself.

He winces. “I know.”

A sob wracks her body. “I’m mad at you,” she tries to hiss but it sounds more shattered.

“I’m mad at you too,” he says and the bite in his voice is almost surprising. He glares at her, and she notices that his glowing green eyes are watery. “And I’m absolutely terrified of losing you. So you can yell at me all night and you can throw me off of every rooftop in Paris, but I’m still going to end up here, standing in front of you, because you are my partner and best friend and my family and I— I don’t know what I’d do without you and the thought of not having you around makes me sick to my stomach.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I’m so scared of being without you. And I am so sorry.”

Marinette stalks forward and hits his chest with her hands. “You’re terrible,” she snaps, blood boiling. Because she hates that he’s hurting and that she’s hurting and that everyone is hurting. And she hates that she has no magical way to fix this and no supervillain she can blame and hunt down. And there’s no way this will ever be what it was again. She hits his chest again. “You’re awful. And I don’t know what to do or how to fix it—” she chokes back a sob, tears flowing freely down her face, “but you’re awful and I’m awful and we’re all just awful. And I— I—”

Chat hugs her like he thinks she’s going to disappear, tight enough so she can’t pull away, not that she wants to. He curls around her, and she suddenly notices he’s shaking.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and she aches.

Fighting always leaves her drained and empty, and as Marinette stands on her balcony in the dark of night, she can feel her energy dipping.

She hates arguing.

She feels so helpless.

“I’m sorry,” Chat says, voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“She hates me,” Marinette says. “She hates me so much.”

She feels him shake his head. “She could never hate you.”

Someone lands on the balcony. She hears their feet hit the ground and feels Chat tense in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” Paon says softly.

Chat takes a slow breath.

Marinette is reminded of Nino’s messages as the argument got more and more heated. His desperate attempts at defusing the situation, changing the subject, and making forced jokes. They’d seemed so out of place and tone deaf.

Chat pulls away from Marinette. He presses a kiss to the top of her head before he turns around to face Paon. He forces a small smile, crooked and timid. “I am too.”

The tension rushes out of Paon’s body and he sags against the railing of the balcony. “Thank god, dude, I was so worried that—” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to think about it.” He steps forward and throws his arms around Chat. It takes Chat a second to return the hug, but he returns it nonetheless. “I’m sorry that got so out of hand.”

“Me too,” Marinette hears Chat murmur.

She wraps her arms around herself and tries to convince herself it will be okay. She doesn’t know if they can talk about exactly what happened — she’s kind of terrified to try — but they’re talking and that’s…good. At least, some of them are talking.

“How did you know to come here?” she asks softly.

Paon meets her eyes. “You’re always the first one Chat goes to.” He releases Chat from the hug. “I took an educated guess.”

Marinette takes a shaky breath. “Were you still reading the chat?”

Paon nods slowly as Chat takes Marinette’s hand. “They were still, uh…talking. Because I added Alya back in because she thought of something else to say and they kind of went off— Chloé kind of went off.”

“It was bad,” Chat mumbles. “But I don’t know what we could’ve done to fix it.”

“I think sometimes it’s just inevitable,” Paon admits. “If you stop up a volcano long enough, it’ll explode or something like that, right?”

Marinette forces a laugh. “Glad we’re a destructive force of nature that ruins lives.” She feels a pressure in the back of her head that tells her she’s going to start crying again. She didn’t think she had enough water left in her body for that, but apparently she was wrong.

Chat squints into the darkness. “If you want a force of nature, she’s about to crash land on your balcony.”

Paon steps out of the way as Queen Bee stops short and her heels skid on Marinette’s balcony.

They all stare at each other in silence for a long moment.

“I’m the worst,” Bee whispers hoarsely after the silence has stretched on for too long for anyone to be comfortable. “The absolute worst.” She balls up her hands by sides and stares at the ground with a glare that could set Paris aflame. “I— I’m sorry for ruining everything.”

It’s dark, but Marinette can see makeup marks on her cheeks where the mask doesn’t hide the tear tracks. Bee’s eyes are red and puffy and Marinette knows that under the mask she’s just as much of a mess as the rest of them.

“You didn’t ruin everything,” Chat promises.

Bee scoffs. “There was a little too much of a pause there for comfort, Adri,” she says bitterly. “This is what happens when you include someone beyond redemption in a fun little group of heroes.”

“Shut up,” Paon says.

Bee whirls toward him, ponytail nearly smacking him in the face. “Excuse me?”

“I said, ‘shut up’.” Paon crosses his arms. “They don’t give a miraculous to just anyone. You’re here for a reason—”

“But—”

“Just because you’re make bad choices sometimes and say mean things doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. Bro, you’ve gotten so much better.” Paon shrugs. “Don’t invalidate yourself just because you screw up once. Cause…” he sighs. “We all screwed up tonight. Big time.”

Bee stares at him for a second before she yanks him into a tight hug.

Paon freezes before patting her back awkwardly.

“I’m so glad these things have trackers in them,” Bee mumbles into Paon’s shoulder. “I’m still not entire convinced you don’t all hate me.”

“We couldn’t hate you,” Marinette says.

Bee looks over her shoulder. “What?”

“We…” Marinette swallows and tucks her hair behind her ear. “You’re our teammate and our friend. We don’t hate you.”

Bee ducks her head. “Speak for yourself. I doubt Alya feels the same.”

“You won’t know until you ask her,” Chat points out.

“That sounds like a bad idea.”

Paon nudges Bee lightly. “Hey, who knows? The rest of us found our way onto Mari’s balcony. Maybe a certain fox will show up too.”

They all look toward the tower, like Vixen will come bounding over the rooftops at any moment.

Bee sighs and sinks to the ground, leaning against the bars of the railing. “I wouldn’t hold out hope,” she grumbles. “Not that I can blame her,” she adds quickly. “I was…terrible.”

“So was Alya,” Chat points out.

Marinette sits down on her chair and Paon crosses the balcony to join her.

“Can we all agree that we regret tonight?” Marinette asks.

Everyone nods.

“Get comfy folks,” Paon says, laying back in the chair as Marinette pulls his legs up onto her lap. “I’m pretty sure Alya is the most stubborn of us all.”

Marinette is glad that it’s a warm and clear night. She’s pretty sure Paon dozes while Chat paces back and forth restlessly until Bee grabs him by the arm and says he’s going to wear a hole in the balcony. Bee pulls him to the ground next to her and runs her fingers through his hair as he rocks and taps.

Marinette stares at the stars.

She still feels a little like she’s going to be sick. She’s still missing part of her team, part of the machine that makes them work, part of herself.

Her phone is still on her floor, possibly shattered, countless unread messages on her lockscreen. She doesn’t really want to read through them all later. Maybe she’ll just ask Nino for a more detailed rundown of what happened. Maybe she’ll just ignore it. Pretend it didn’t happen.

No, that’s a bad idea. They can’t move on like they didn’t completely shatter. The problems they confronted need to be addressed, or they’ll never be whole again. They have to pick up the pieces and glue themselves back together. They have to. For Paris. And for themselves.

It’s quieter when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye and sees Vixen slowly making her way over. Vixen pauses every once and awhile, like she’s not completely committed to the journey yet.

Marinette shakes Paon awake.

Vixen leaps onto the railing of the balcony, balancing carefully on the thin metal.

Chat and Bee look up at her from the ground.

“Hi,” Marinette says softly.

Vixen’s eyes sweep over the balcony, taking them all in, expression stony. “I didn’t get the memo that we were having a meeting.”

“Impromptu and unofficial,” Bee says, her voice tight.

“Hm.”

Chat stands up and offers Vixen a hand. She stares at it. “I’m sorry,” Chat says. “For everything. Everything that happened tonight and anything that happened before and— and I’ll have a better apology in the morning, I swear.”

Vixen takes his hand and hops down from the railing.

Bee leaps to her feet and launches herself at Vixen, hugging her tightly as Vixen nearly topples backward. Chat steadies them as Vixen stares at Bee with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry that I was awful and mean and I should’ve been a better teammate and friend and you deserve better than me I’m sorry,” Bee blurts.

“I…” Vixen pulls away from Bee. Bee’s eyes go wide with worry, but Vixen holds Bee’s hands tight. “I’m sorry too,” she says slowly. “I was out of line.”

“So was I,” Bee murmurs.

Paon swings his legs off of Marinette’s lap and walks over to the group in two long strides. He puts a hand on Vixen’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

Vixen nods, eyes starting to water.

Marinette stands, wringing her hands. “Me too,” she says. “I— Yeah. I’m sorry. To everyone.”

Paon grabs her by the arm and pulls her into a group hug. Bee immediately starts crying, and Marinette can feel herself getting close again too. Silent tears are running down Vixen’s face before she buries her face in Chat’s shoulder. Paon is hugging them hard enough to make it hard to breathe.

Things might be okay.

It’s going to take time, and a lot of work, but they’ll be okay. They’re a team built to get through the worst. They might break a bit, but they’ll put themselves back together in the end.

“I love you all,” Marinette says after a few moments, “but can we maybe go inside? Having almost all of Paris’ superheroes on my balcony might look a little suspicious.”

Vixen laughs. The relief Marinette feels at hearing it is indescribable. “Yeah,” Vixen says with a watery smile. “Let’s go inside.”

#marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #my fics #to delete

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meenasmoon · 7 years ago

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Singing in the Moonlight Ch 8: Something Beautiful and Lost

Tragedy happened so quickly, and he wasn't even there when it hit.

As soon as Johnny had arrived at the theatre that morning he was intent on finding Meena and apologizing for how he ruined their date. He wanted to tell her that he thought she was amazing, and beautiful and perfect. He wanted to ask her on another date... if she forgave him. He was completely ready after the straight hour that he had spent staring at himself in the mirror and giving himself the pep talk to end all pep talks. He never got the chance to do any of that. He didn't even get fully inside the theatre.

As soon a he stepped into the lobby Ash had coming run up to him with an annoyed look on her face. "Pretty Boy!" She called out he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Wot's up Ash?" he asked when he came to a stop in front of him, panting slightly.

"Meena forgot her guitar at Rosita's place the other night when we were practicing there and I want to work with her some more today. Can you go get it for me?" She asked, giving him a pleading look that looked uncomfortably foreign on her face. Johnny was decidedly thrown of guard by her request and the look on her face. Rosita's place was across town and it would take him at least twenty minutes to get there.

"Uh yeah sure. I just need ter talk ter Meena really quick." He tried to push past her but Ash staid standing in his way, the pleading look long gone. It was replaced by a commanding look that kind of scared him.

"You can do that when you get back Lover Boy but I need that guitar right now." She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to argue with her again.

"But-" He tried bravely but Ash raised her other eyebrow and suddenly he was rushing out of the theatre, fumbling with his keys as he ran. When he got in the truck he sped away, glancing in his rearview mirror at the theatre. Ash was standing on the sidewalk watching him drive away with a smug look on her face.

And just like that his tentative good mood was shattered and he grumpily drove across town to Rosita's house. He got there just as Norman was leaving for work and the pig was all too glad to let him into the house to grab the big black guitar case sitting in his living room. For some odd reason Norman was uncharacteristically chatty that day and even thouh Johnny was in a rush he couldn’t just interrupt the usually silent pig. He was too much of a gentleman for that.

As they were chatting his phone lay forgotten on the leather seat of his truck. The screen lit up and the phone vibrated against the seat as he received call after call from Ash's cell phone. After the fourth time that she was sent to voicemail his screen lit up one last time with a text and then it went dark. When Johnny got back into the truck his urgency to talk to Meena grabbed his focus once again and he sped through the streets of their little city, hurrying back to the theatre where he hoped he would find her waiting for him. He had so much to talk to her about, so many thoughts running through his head, he wasn't even sure he would make sense he just knew that he needed to get it out or he might explode from the pressure.

When he arrived at the theatre Ash wasn't waiting for him in the lobby like he expected. Puzzled, he ventured deeper into the theatre, looking more for Meena than anyone else. That quickly changed when he saw that the stage was still lit up like it had been recently used, but the building was no longer echoing with familiar voices. This wasn't the comforting silence of the theatre shutting down after a day or rehearsals, it was the kind of silence that was filled with tension and some other emotion that he couldn't quite place. He felt a strong pull in his chest telling him that something was wrong and he belonged somewhere else in this moment. Johnny grappled with his phone as he yanked it out of his pocket, hoping against hope that someone had texted him, telling them where they were going, where he was supposed to be.

When he looked down at the phone screen and saw all of the missed calls from Ash,his stomach flipped uncomfortably and his heart began to pound nervously. But when he finally saw the text message his blood ran cold in his veins and the breath he had just taken flew out of his lungs. He stood frozen for a second before tightening his grip on the guitar case and sprinting out of the theatre towards his truck. The text was still open on his phone as he drove like a madman, the chilling words glaring out at him.

'Going to the Hospital. Emergency. Meena needs you. Get here. NOW.'

I can't believe it's over

I watched the whole thing fall

And I never saw the writing that was on the wall

He drove faster than he ever had before, his heart leaping in his throat as a million thoughts raced through his panicked mind. What was wrong that Meena needed him? Was she hurt? Was she dying? He couldn't bear to think about her on a hospital bed, scared and hurt. He had to be there.

If I'd only knew

The days were slipping past

That the good things never last

That you were crying

He should have known, he berated himself as he glared up at the red light that was currently halting his mad dash. He should have known that things were going too well in his life. Everytime he was happy the world lashed out and took that away. Well he wouldn't let it take Meena away he vowed to himself as the light finally turned to green and his tires screeched as he took off.

Summer turned to winter

And the snow it turned to rain

And the rain turned into tears upon your face

As if on cue, dark clouds began to roll in as he neared the hospital and once he grew close to the huge medical building they let loose and torrents of rain poured down on him.

His day had been so bright when it started out and now it felt like the world spontaneously decided to fall apart.

I hardly recognized the girl you are today

And, God, I hope it's not too late

Johnny pulled into the hospital parking lot and when he saw the crowded space he considered leaving his truck in the fire lane if it meant that he could get to Meena faster. But the universe gifted him with a little luck as a spot opened up right near the front entrance. Johnny whipped into it and leapt out of the car without any regard for the hard rain as it soaked him through.

Hmmm... It's not too late

He stopped for a second, frozen by some unknown source, and looked back in the truck where Meena's guitar case leaned innocently against the passenger window. In a split second decision he reached in and grabbed the case, cradling it to his chest as he locked the car and then ran through the rain towards the waiting room.

'Cause you are not alone

I'm always there with you

And we'll get lost together

'Til the light comes pouring through

He burst through the front doors, startling a few of the animals in the waiting room as well as the desk attendant. He sped over to the desk attendant, his soaked converse squeaking and squishing with every step.

"I'm lookin' for Meena. Where is she? Is she ok?" He rapidly fired questions at the confused antelope.

"I'm sorry sir I don't have a Meena Jones in my computer." He tried to comfort Johnny but the confused, worried gorilla just gritted his teeth and clinched his fist in frustration.

"Well find 'er!" He bit out, trying frantically to keep his roiling emotions at bay. In that moment he wanted to cry and scream in fury at the same time. He just needed to see Meena. She had to be ok.

'Cause when you feel like you're done

And the darkness has won

Babe, you're not lost

"Johnny!" A familiar voice called out and he whipped around to find Ash waiting by the doors that led deeper into the hospital. He abandoned his post at the desk and rushed over to her as she pulled him into a big hug. He was thoroughly shocked by the embrace but at the same time it helped calm the angry sea of emotions that battered at his control, trying to break free.

Ash pulled back and grabbed his arm, leading him through the endless maze of halls to an unknown destination.

When your world's crashing down

And you can't bear the thought

I said, babe, you're not lost

"Ash. Wot 'appened? 'A is meena? Is she 'urt? Is she ok? Say summit!" He didnt give her a chance to answer as his panic mounted once more. Ash squeezed his hand painfully until he came back down to earth, staring at her with an endless string of questions in his eyes.

"Meena is....she's ok considering." Ash started and Johnny grew more confused. If she was ok why were they in a hospital? Why did Ash look so sad?

"Meena isn't in the hospital Johnny." She stopped his thoughts and a wave of relief mixed with confusion washed over him with such force that his knees went weak. But her next words sent another wave of worry for Meena hit him like a truck.

"Her grandfather is."

"Wot 'appened?" He asked quietly as he collected himself, realizing that Meena needed his strength and his comfort right now.

"Heart attack." Ash sighed and shook her head, her faced creased with worry lines, "It was a pretty serious one. The doctors should be bringing him back into the room at any moment."

Johnny increased their pace and soon they arrived at a corner room designed for larger animals. Inside, Meena's family and the theatre family were standing around a bed where Meena's grandfather lay comfortably while various machines monitored his vitals.

Life can show no mercy

It can tear your soul apart

It can make you feel like you've gone crazy

But you're not

His heartbeat was weak and he looked rather pale and sickly, but his grey eyes glinted with a familiar stubborn gleam. Johnny looked around the room for the subject of his worries but he couldn't find her among the familiar faces in the room.

"Where's Meena?" He wondered aloud and all attention turned to him. Meena's mother rushed over and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, not even giving his soaked form a second thought.

"Oh honey you made it. I knew you would come." She said, her voice slightly hoarse and her eyes red from crying.

"Of course Missus Jones." He patted her back comfortingly as she pulled back from the hug, "Na where is Meena?"

Leslie looked out the door worriedly as tears sprang up in her eyes once more. Rosita appeared out of nowhere and led Leslie over to a chair next to Mr. Jones's bed.

"She ran out crying when they brought him in. She hasn't come back yet." She offered up as an explanation as Johnny set Meena's guitar down against the wall. Johnny frowned and glanced out the door, hoping that Meena would appear in that moment so he could sweep her up into his comforting embrace.

"Boy..." Mr. Jones said weakly, reaching out to grab Johnny's arm. He kneeled next to the elderly elephant's bedside and leaned in so he could hear what he was trying to say.

"Go get my granddaughter boy." He looked like speaking hurt him and Johnny felt a sympathetic pang in his chest for the old man, "I need you to bring her back to me. It has to be you. She needs you."

He gave Johnny a pleasing look and then collapsed back into his pillows, his eyes closing slightly as exhaustion tried to take him over. However, the old elephant was too stubborn to succumb.

Things have seemed to change

There's one thing that's still the same

In my heart you have remained

And we can fly fly fly away

Johnny stood up and headed towards the door, nodding to Ash when she looked at him questioningly.

"I'll be wite back. I'm garn ter find Meena." He whispered and then headed out into the halls.

'Cause you are not alone

And I am there with you

And we'll get lost together

He wandered aimlessly for a bit, hoping that he would catch a glimpse of her or he would somehow stumble upon her. When his search was fruitless after twenty minutes he decided to change tactics and began to ask nurses and passing hospital staff if they saw her.

After a few noncommittal answers an elderly bison directed him to the sky bridge where she had seen a young elephant heading a little bit ago. Johnny thanked her and took off towards the skybridge, every part of him urging him to go faster, to find her, to make sure she knew that she wasn't alone.

'Til the light comes pouring through

'Cause when you feel like you're done

And the darkness has won

Babe, you're not lost

He turned the corner and pushed through the heavy doors into the deserted skybridge. He scanned the big glass tube quickly and found Meena sitting on the floor hugging her knees to her chest as her sobs wracked her entire frame.

When the world's crashing down

And you can not bear the cross

I said, baby, you're not lost

Johnny approached her slowly, trying not to startle her, but Meena didn't hear him or wasn't paying attention to who it was. When he got close to her he kneeled down in front of her and tentatively stroked her arm.

"Go away." She whispered morosely but Johnny could tell that she didn't mean it. She was in desperate need of his comfort.

I said, baby, you're not lost

Johnny slid his hand up to her cheek and gently lifted her head so he could gaze down at her tear-streaked face. Before she could look away to hide the broken, lost look in her eyes he tilted her chin up to look at him. She was captured in his concerned gaze almost immediately.

I said, baby, you're not lost

He slowly helped her stand, her limbs shaken and weak from the draining sadness that overcame her. He wrapped his arms around her slowly and she buried her face in his chest, gradually soaking his damp t-shirt with more of her tears. He stroked her head comfortingly and kept her secure in his embrace.

I said, baby, you're not lost "I've got ya Meena." He whispered comfortingly, rocking her back and forth slightly, "It's ok. I've got ya. I'm 'ere."

Slowly her sobs subsided and her shaking faded until she was still in his embrace. Her breathing was still shallow and when she looked up at him there was a whirlwind of confusing and upsetting emotions consuming her. But she had stopped crying, that was what was important. He was helping her, even in some small way.

The only sound that filled the sky bridge was the pattering of the rain drops on the glass as Meena rested her head on Johnny's chest and closed her eyes. He didn't need to say a word as he held her and stroked her form. She wasn't alone anymore and she knew that. They stood in silence for an unknown amount of time before Johnny finally spoke up, his original mission coming to mind.

"Yer grandpa was askin' for ya." He said quietly and Meena stiffened against him but didn't pull away.

"Johnny I-" she sounded beaten down and broken, in a way that Johnny had never heard or seen before, "I can't g-go back in there....seeing him like th-that. I can't.... I can't..." she trailed off as she held her breath and gritted her teeth, trying desperately to keep a fresh round of tears at bay.

"Shhh it's ok Meena. Let it aht." He tried placating her but it wasn't enough this time as she brokenly whispered 'I can't' into his chest, still holding back the tears with all of her might.

It was time for a different approach. When in doubt he depended on his voice and in that moment one song wouldn't get out of his head. So he began to sing, still embracing her, hoping that it would work.

Beautiful

You are stronger than you know

Oh, you're something beautiful

Meena looked up at him in surprise when his comforting voice echoed through the enclosed space, punctuated by the count of raindrops on the glass.

Know you're hurting and you feel like all is lost

Heart is burning from the love that's been cut off

But day light comes in and time for you is all I got

The lyrics hit Meena hard and she tried to hide in his chest but Johnny pulled back until they were in more of a slow dancing position rather than an embrace. She was forced to look up at him as he began to move them in a simple dance. She felt so confused and full of conflicting emotions. She savored Johnny's sweet embrace but at the same time she just wanted to take out her emotions on him. But again she didn't want to be weak in front of him, she wanted him to see her as a strong animal, like he was.

And I promise you'll get through this, you can do this

He looked down at her as he sang to her and Meena realized that his face was devoid of any kind of judgement. He was here to help and maybe she didn't need to keep her walls up, maybe she could really be how she felt.

Because all that you need

Is a little room to breathe

To her own surprise Meena breathed in deeply and let out a deep shuddering breath, accompanied by a stream of worried tears.

Breathe in and let it go, oh

Your tears are not for nothing

Let them fall off

In every tear drop there is something beautiful, oh

Johnny reached up and wiped away a stream of tears and then his hand returned to cup her cheek and stroke her face softly. Meena took another deep breath as he tears started to slow and she stared at Johnny, trust and pleading in her eyes.

She couldn't do this alone, it was too much. But if he helped her maybe she could learn to handle the crippling fear that had struck her as soon as her mother said the word heart attack.

You are stronger than you know, oh

Oh you're something beautiful

With him she could find her strength. He definitely saw it hidden in her somewhere and he would help her find it. Meena relaxed into the makeshift dance that they were doing, instinctively moving as Johnny directed her.

Fighting shadows, in a game that you can't win

Losing battles, in a war under your skin

Meena felt her inner turmoil calm under the influence of Johnny's song as each emotion stirred up began to calm and her heart beat normally for the first time since her nightmare started. It felt good to calm the inner fight her emotions had been engaged in. She hadn't known how to feel since it began and now the most important emotion began to surface, concern, accompanied by and intense love for her grandfather.

It's just a blessing in disguise

Without darkness, there is no light

Of course that darkness still waited for her but Johnny's song was like a white knight that instead of rescuing the princess from her demons, gave her armor and a sword and backed her up in battle.

Just hold on a little longer, and I promise you'll get through this

The darkness she battled was the spillover from her mixed emotions about the father she never knew because of death and the father figure that had almost been taken from her today. She was intensely afraid of death but in this moment she had beaten it back. She couldn't be afraid. She needed to be strong for her family. And Johnny could help with that.

Because all that you need

Is a little room to breathe

She lifted her head off of Johnny's chest as the weight that had been pushing her down faded with each word that he sang in her ear.

Breathe in and let it go, oh

Your tears are not for nothing

Let them fall off

In every tear drop there is something beautiful, oh

The tears started to fade into the occasional drop and Johnny's arm around her waist squeezed her encouragingly. She took a shakeup breath, trying to release the tension in her body with each breath. It felt good to listen and feel his support, to just escape and take a deep breath.

You are stronger than you know, oh

Oh you're something beautiful

For the first time Meena's cheeks colored when he called her beautiful. It was encouraging in so many ways. He thought she was strong and beautiful so maybe she could be strong and beautiful.

Can't feel the love without the pain

The sun wouldn't matter without the rain

You're not required to carry the weigh

tSo let it go, here's my hand to hold

At the end of it all, there's a smile for you waiting

The rain finally gave up at the background noise ceased as the clouds started to move away and sunbeams lit up their refuge. Johhny's breath disappeared for a second when he saw her form illuminated by the bright light of the sun. He squeezed her hand that remained clasped in his own and shot the charming, crooked smile he knew she loved at her.

He was rewarded with a tentative, sweet smile and a feeble squeeze of his hand as her strength returned in more ways than one.

So...

Breathe in and let it go, oh

Your tears are not for nothing

Let them fall off

In every tear drop there is something beautiful, oh

This time Meena joined him for the chorus, her voice still shaken from her sobs but the emotion and blooming confidence behind it were enough to make Johnny's smile grow. They breathed in and out together and suddenly Meena's breathing was normal and calming and had a rhythm of its own. It was a release not a desperate clamp ring for oxygen.

You are stronger than you know, oh

Oh you're something beautiful

Johnny spun the around to Meena's surprise and she tightened grip on his hand as she tried to keep up with him.

Let it go, let it go

You're something beautiful

Johnny slowed their movements until they came to a stop and resumed their embrace. He whispered the lyrics in her ear as he hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.

You're something beautiful

Meena pushed away the fluttering feeling in her stomach when he kissed her forehead and slowly pulled back from his embrace. He released her and watched as she stood on her own. She seemed to be handling it well but when she reached over for his hand he gave it willingly. She may be strong but she still needed a little support.

You're something beautiful

You're something beautiful baby, and you better believe that

They began the slow walk back to the room, exiting the tunnel and weaving through the maze-like hallways. The whole way Meena kept taking deep breaths and Johnny watched her in amazement. He had meant every word that he sang to her and she was beautiful, especially in this moment, with her reddened eyes bright with determination, her tear streaked cheeks rosy and her grip tight on his hand.

You're something beautiful

You deserve it all

As they got closer to the room her grip tightened and she stopped halfway down the hall to take a deep breath and look at Johnny, the fear surfacing for a moment until he beat it down with an encouraging smile and a gentle squeeze of her hand.

You're something beautiful

Don't let them tell you you're not

Just give it all that you got

Cause you are more than enough

You're something beautiful

When they got to the doorway he released her hand as she ran over to her grandfather's bedside and envelopes him in a gentle hug. Her mother rubbed her back and her grandmother kissed her cheek. Johnny stood back and watched as the little family drew strength from each other.

After a few minutes they separated and Meena sat back in a chair, holding her grandfather's hand as she stroked it comfortingly.

"Meena?" Her grandfather suddenly spoke up and she leaned in so she could hear him.

"Yeah grandpa?" She prompted and he weakly pointed at her guitar.

"Could you play me a song? I want you to take me to that celestial place sweet girl." He asked with a smile and Meena broke out into a grin as she reached for her guitar.

"Anything for you Grandpa."

First

#sing the movie #meena x johnny #meena sing #johnny sing #singing in the moonlight

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midnightsdarkangel · 8 years ago

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I don’t want to die.

Summary: Haruka didn't care if he lived or died at first, but when Takane came into the picture, he couldn't help but suffocate.

(i read some of the translated book of over the dimension and my heart hurts. tbh i have this headcanon haruka really has little to no self care with his mental being unless Takane is there. Pls save these children)

When I was young, I was told that I was going to die.

Normally when you’re told news like this, the first thing you do is cry. You fear and you grieve over the life you wouldn't live. When my mother had died, I was numb as my father told me the same thing would happen. He was void of all emotions, just a blank stare as if to state the facts and nothing more. I'm not sure if I had cried as a child, I just remember feeling suffocated.

From then on, I just didn't care.

The suffocating feeling never went away as I got older. If anything, I was able to press it down in the depths of my mind. It led me to lead a very careless life- or, well, what little I have of my life. It never really bothered me when I collapsed and woke up in the same white room, with the same bed and the same blurred faces of nurses. If anything, I welcomed it as a daily routine in my life that I had grown accustomed to. No one cared either, if anything we had all become desensitized to the notion of my predicted death so there really was no reason to worry.

Everyone but Takane.

"You idiot , you’re bleeding! Quickly, put your hand under the sink!"

It was one afternoon when all the students had gone home that Takane had rushed over me in a panic.

I stared baffled as Takane grabbed my wrist rather forcefully and dragged me to the bathroom to clean up. I had managed to get cut by a shard of glass in science class when I dropped my glass beaker, shattering all over the floor. Takane told me to leave it while she got a mop, but I just crouched down and swept the glass with my hand, collecting the fragments to throw in the bin as I managed to get a cut from a rather large piece. Blood had dripped from my palm into the bin when I let go.

I wasn't really aware of Takane at first as she panicked as I just stared at the blood drip from my hand. It felt oddly soothing to see that there was proof that I was still alive in this moment. It wasn't until she had grabbed me by the shoulders did I snap out of my state to look at her. Her eyebrows were pinched in a angry yet concerning gaze as her lips gave off a small pout that I couldn’t help but smile.

"Sorry, it was quicker that way,"

I spoke carelessly as we arrived to the girls bathroom, thankfully it was after school and no one really bothered to hang around after an hour had passed. It was the only place she could take me. She thrust my hand in the sink and turned the water on. The cold water made contact with my cut, letting water and blood blend to sink down the drain. I could hear her sigh in the background as she leaned on one of the sinks herself and brushed the hair from her face, her eyes were careful in watching me from the corner of my gaze as I gently washed the blood until it was no longer leaking out of my hand and was a mere cut.

"You need to be more careful..."

Her voice had become soft, yet still stubborn as if she was afraid to break her cruel streak in case anyone else had seen as she turned to face me, coming up close to my side to grab my hand gently to inspect the wound.

"It shouldn’t be too bad, I’ll tell teacher when he comes back if we have anything to bandage that up."

I wasn’t really sure how to react to her concern over my wellbeing. I had expected her to call me an idiot for cutting myself and tell me to wash up, but here she was, she had personally made sure to see that I was ok. It felt...odd. As if the suffocating feeling was rising in the back of my throat momentarily;

"You don’t need to worry that much Takane,"

I muttered gently as I turned the tap off and dried my hand with the tissue she handed over, not really caring if I rubbed it on my cut. When I turned to face her after crumpling the tissue and throwing it in the bin, I froze. She wasn’t angry, but instead had a look of concern had washed over her. It seemed as if she had something she wanted to say as she flexed her hands, clenching it and opening it. She bit her lip as if what she was going to tell me could turn the atmosphere grim, and in all honesty I was expecting it.

"...Why do you not care about yourself?"

"You mean this cut? I told you it’s not that much of a big deal-"

"No, not just the cut, Haruka, I’m talking about you! H-how you can collapse at any second and yet you don't care, you push yourself to your limit and yet to you it’s nothing. How can you not care about yourself, what if you..."

She doesn't dare say the next word, but I know what she wants to say as I smile sadly, finishing her sentence;

"Die, right?"

Takane just nods looking down as I sigh smiling softly. My hand gently rubbed her hair as she looks up to me with that worried but pouty gaze. I prepare to tell her I don't really care, that this was normal for me and I knew I was safe, just to ease her thoughts but my words don't come out. My mouth is open but I can’t speak. Why can’t I speak..? My hand tenses for a moment as I just stare at her to try and figure out what's stopping me. I tell everyone countless times of my predicament and how normal it was for me.

But Takane isn’t just 'anyone'.

The suffocation rises higher.

My hand sinks back down from her head as she sighs and looks away.

"Come on, I’m sure the teacher’s worried."

I stare at her as she leaves the room leaving the door prompt open for me. I don't move at first, I'm not really sure what happened as I grip my throat slowly, the sweat drips from my face as my heart races.

For that one moment in my life. I was afraid to die.

1 a.m.

I couldn't sleep.

If anything I just kept replaying her gaze at me over and over. How fragile she looked as if I would crumble at any second. I hated it, it made me uncomfortable. No one had ever given me such a look, no one had cared if i did reckless actions and normally i didn't care when others fretted over me. Yet Takane was able to stun me. In all honesty she had that affect...She was like a hurricane, no matter who you were you would be thrown into her world. I had fallen for her spell, i was thrown into the heart of the hurricane and i loved it. I loved seeing her for myself, every little subtle actions of her emotions. To anyone else it'd look as if she was angry all the time, but i saw every detail she wanted to show me. When she was flustered her eyes would dart away, if she was happy she liked to kick her legs back and forth and hum a tune. When she was sad…

It killed me.

I never wanted to see her sad and yet, it was I who made her look that way.

' How can you not care about yourself?'

Hah... I let out a weak chuckle as i covered my hand over my eyes, her words replaying over and over in my thoughts like a broken record. She had got me. And yet i wished i never felt this way. In my scattered thoughts i had wished the cut i had over my eyes would open again and blood to just pour, to cover my body in a lake of it and let myself sink until there was nothing left of me in a blood red ocean of my own mistakes.

I'd never forgive myself.

And of course a few months later i died.

Not the way i had expected..but i was certainly dead. My body had collapsed one day. Takane, poor thing. She was wearing her headphones staring at the paper in front of her with such a cute expression. How i wish i wasnt there to break her heart. My breathing had became fast and shallow like it normally had done with any attack i faced. However i didn't take it as casually as i did.

I felt myself suffocate.

My heart had began to race as i looked over to her, my pupils shrinking as i reached out in hopes to grab her attention but my hand froze. I couldn't. I couldn't do that to her, i didn't want to see her worry over me. This was fear wasn't it? How ironic…

Tears fell from my face as I smiled weakly.

I wished she didnt worry too much…

I love Takane Enomoto.

Took me a while- no...maybe i knew from the very beginning she was something special to me. It was just a shame i was too late.

After i had died i was given an offer...one i foolishly refused. I was hooked up to thousand upoun thousand of wires connecting to my arm, pouring lifeless energy into my core as the world around me was pure white. I wish i could say home sweet home seeing as this wouldn't had been any diffrent to what i experienced normally, but without her around i just felt miserable.

I had a tv infront of my bed, i had to shuffle myself up against the banister to watch, my eyes are weary and dull. Supposedly i was awoken as another person. Konoha. It felt funny watching a character i created in my own spare time begin to live my life out. Maybe this is what i wanted in the end, someone else to take my place- someone who was stronger than i was. Innocent to their own cruel predicament.

For a few weeks it was nothing but background noise to me as i preferred to sleep instead. It wasn't my life anymore, it was his and it just felt wrong looking into it as if i was there.

Well...until I heard her voice again.

"Ah wait Master! Done leave me with-darn.."

My head whipped up so fast i found myself clutching my sheets.

It was her voice.

Takane.

She was live- she was actually alive how did she-

"Ah...Hello Ene.."

Ah...I sunk back down in my pillow but my heart was still racing. It was her...but...she was different. She was in a phone Konoha had clung onto as he plugged her into a socket to charge the batteries. She had a different smile i wasn't aware of. She looked so happy...A spark of joy i thought id never see in my life time. She did pout and have that look of irritation to her but it overall was lighter- playful. I leant forward as i felt my head spin;

Did she remember me?

My hand reached out as i felt the wires tug on my skin, pulling me back.

I didn't want to live at first, this should had been my wish come true but not until Takane had came along did that wish change. If Takane was alive and happy then i was...But there was, smiling with the others i failed to recognise. Of course Konoha was there also but...i wasn't. A weak smile painted my lips as i felt my body tremble. Did she cry over my death...was she happier in a world without me?

No wonder she looked so bright...i wasn't there to drag her down anymore, she was finally opening out of her shell like i had always wished her to. So why...why was i crying..?

"Takane..."

I dont want to be left behind...

I want to smile with her..

"I love you."

"Huh..? Konoha?" Ene was snapped out of her thoughts when she had felt tears tap at her screen as she looked up baffled. Everyone in the room had noticed this when she had spoken up as they all looked to Konoha who just stared at her baffled and confused.

"Why are you crying?" Ene asks softly as Konoha touches his face ever so gently as if he could shatter in one touch if not careful.

"Im not sure...i just feel really sad."

Such sad lives we live..

#writing #kagerou project #kagepro #haruka kokonose #kokonose haruka #takane enomoto #fanfic #ene #konoha #this is super angsty rip #i love these bbs #mekakucity actors

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madame-boss-to-you · 7 years ago

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5. western pt. iii

if ya wanna know a little more about that legend

this is based on mon's little scenario

of farm life

also bc my brain wouldn't shut up and so i've decided to write it down in hopes that it will learn to CHILL AND LET IT GO

honestly this isn't necessary to read i just needed this out of my system ahahah

once upon a time

that little ghost town where Changkyun grew up in

used to be full of people and possibilities

the town had just opened and it was green everywhere

the lake was full of fish

and there were gold bits at the bottom which would often join the nets of the fishermen

the town was prospering and many rich folks from around were ready to invest for its development

however the town was still "under construction" so not a lot of businesses

let alone institutions were around

so one day, a little miss veronica decided to travel to this exciting and bustling little town

to open up a little school

to teach local children and educate them

so they would be ready when the town opened.

THESE CHILDREN WERE GOING TO BE THE FUTURE!!!

so miss veronica was settling in well

she liked the children (let's hope the children liked her back)

and the people in the town were generally nice

except the people in the upper class

aka the rich folks who throw in their money to build this town

which was nice of them but UGH THEY LACKED MANNERS

ESPECIALLY THE FAMILY WHO OWNED THE ENTIRE TOWN

THEY WERE THE RUDEST!!

and that family had an heir of course

and he was going to inherit the entire town and all the money once his father dies

yes

the son was the worst

let's call him.....

kris

i know

gross right

ok so

back to miss veronica and her happy little school bc

in front of her little happy school

there was a little stall

where a local farmer would sell his harvest

he sold things like uhm !!?!?!?

onions ?!?!

and potatoes

oH AND PEACHES

THE SWEETEST PEACHES IN ALL THE REGION

and little miss veronica liked the peaches

(and she really liked the farmer)

ok so everyday after classes

she would small talk with the (charming and super adorable) little farmer

and she would buy the peaches

and then go home and make

peach ... pies ?!?!?

peach... jam!!!

peacH JAM!!!

ok so one day

it rained a lot and miss veronica noticed that there was a leak in the roof of her happy little school

poor little mary lou was getting raindrops on her text book

and WE CAN'T HAVE THAT IN MISS VERONICA'S CLASS

and so after class that day she didn't go to buy peaches

she stayed in her little school to fix the roof herself

bC SHE'S A STRONG INDEPENDANT WOMAN WHO DOESN'T NEED ANYBODY TO HELP FIX HER PROBLEMS

...

but the farmer was a kind gentleman who saw what she was doing from across his stall

and so offered to help

bc let's be real... miss veronica wasn't good with tools

so he ended up fixing the roof instead, while she happily ate peaches and watched him work

that was a good day

and as a sign of appreciation of his hard work

she offered him a jar of sweet peach jam

(let's hope the farmer wasn't allergic to peaches)

which he gladly accepted considering the peaches were actually from his own harvest

oh hah.. hah.. hah...

anyways, to miss veronica's surprise he offered to fix the windows in the classrooms too since he noticed how difficult they were to close

if they could be closed at all

and they were heading towards the colder seasons soon

so iT WAS IMPORTANT THAT THEY COULD CLOSE

and so miss veronica happily accepted and promised to bake him an entire pie once he finished the task

and so from then on

after classes

the farmer would come by to fix the windows of her happy little school

while she kept him company and spoke about anything and everything

and life was good

until

kris walked in

.... yay?

bc he wanted to take her out on a date

why???

i dont know either

maybe he had heard about her peach jam that she had been sharing with everyone eXCEPT THE RICH

THEY COULD BUY A JAR!

and so kris asked if she wanted to go on a picnic with him

and try out his new motor boat (what ?!?! an engine on your boat so it can sail faster !?!? that's so cool!!!??! the future sounds LIT!!!) that his dad bought

along with the lake

i know. an entire lake !!?!? so extra

like... why did kris' dad even buy the lake?

"the gold!" kris replies, "all the gold bits. my dad is collecting them now and in years they'll be worth mILLIONSSS!!"

oh right

anyways miss veronica just smiled and said "no thanks" to his offer because....

she was busy and also didn't want to ew

and kris was like ?!??!?!

"ok but... im rich!"

she nodded, yes she knew that . but it wasn't a valid reason for why she should go on a picnic with him

"oK... BUT!" he says and steps closer making her feel a little uneasy bc he's so tall. how could he even fit in her little school?!?

"but no one ever says NO to me."

spoiled brat

i know

so she looks him straight in the eye and says...

"i believe that i just did."

and so he storms out all pissy bc he didn't get what he wanted

ok good bye mr. wu

so now it all goes downhill from here right

kudos to you if you're still reading this

so since kris basically owns the town

he's forbidden ANYONE TO COME TO CLASSES

saying that what miss veronica was teaching wasn't true and that she was uhm... i dk ?? crazy maybe?!?!

so basically everyone is convinced bc oh! kris has money! he must know whats up!

and so all the parents stopped their children from going to that school

and some even went as far as to vandalising the building

breaking the windows and the desks and the chairs

oH AND THE BLACK BOARD T T

and so her happy little school became an empty and broken one

and this made miss veronica very sad bc

this was everything she worked so hard for

and now it was reduced to nothing

and as she tried to clean up the classroom

she ended up crying instead

then she realized that she didn't have to clean up

what's the use?

the entire town hated her anyway

she could just leave this place and start over

just pack her bags and go

but then

the farmer showed up

shocked to see what had happened

and she just felt so guilty

all the work he did on the windows

was just destroyed in a matter of seconds

and all she could do was apologize

and she promised that she would still give him that pie

but instead of saying anything

he gently wiped away her tears, pulled her close to him

and she felt safe

like everything was going to be okay after all

and in the moment she looked at him

and leaned in to kiss him

to her relief he kissed back

and her heart felt so full she was going to lshgfKJHL

ok but i promised downhill from here

right

bc kris saw them

kissing in the classroom

and in a fit of anger he marched up to the local sherif

and pressed charges on the farmer

the next day

although miss veronica knew that her school was still a mess

she walked out of her house with a smile on her lips

that is until she saw...

her school

on fire

yup ok so kris and a few of his buddies decided to set the school on fire

bc why not

i told you that kris was terrible

so in tears yet again

veronica ran up to the local sheriff to report kris and his gross friends

FOR AN ACTUAL CRIME

VANDALISM RIGHT!?!

but the sheriff just laughed at her

also he smelled like whiskey

"are you drunk!??!" she asked horrified

"i always get drunk before a hanging..." he replied, obviously intoxicated

!??!?!? WHO'S GETTING HANGED BITCH ?!?!?

"that little farm boy of yours." he continued, still smug and still very drunk "i heard he kissed you last night."

"iT'S NOT AGAINST THE LAW!!" ASKDGLakjl-

"Well someone (cough cough we all know who) pressed charges last night (and paid a great deal of money for it to happen sooo).

"You're being punished." he had to add

"If that's how it is I'm the one who should be hanged." She insisted, close to tears yet again, "Because I kissed him first."

"You're not the one he pressed charges against." the sherif added, stepping closer, "But since you're so generous with your kisses, you should give me one too ."

AND FOR THAT COMMENT SHE SLAPPED HIM

YES SHE WAS PISSED

BUT ALSO SHE PANICKED

HOW COULD THE GUY IN CHARGE FOR LAW AND ORDER ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN

and then she ran out of there to warn the farmer

in hopes that he was still alright

she didn't know where to go

she didn't know where his stupid farm was

but she knew that he had a boat

a boat that he sailed on every day to get to their town

so she rushed over by the lake

hoping that he was there

aND HE WASSS OH THANK GOODNESS

AND SHE RAN UP TO HIM IN PANIC TELLING HIM TO GET AWAY FROM HERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE

BUT HE WAS BEING REALLY STUBBORN AND DIDNT REALLY WANT TO LEAVE

BUT SHE WAS REALLY AKFGALkDA

AND SHE PRACTICALLY PUSHED HIM ON THAT BOAT AND TOLD HIM TO GO AND NOT COME BACK EVER

ofc it was hard to say good bye like that

for one she didn't want to say good bye to him at all

but if that's what it took

oh wait i can do more downhill actually

ok so as he's rowing away

as fast as he can

remember kris' stupid motor boat?

yes ok so kris gets on board that and manages to catch up

to him

mAKING VERONICA PANIC AGAIN AND LIKE SHE'S READY TO JUMP INTO THAT WATER AND SWIM OVER THERE BUT

then she hears a gunshot

she sees the farmer topple over

and into the lake

legend says that it hasn't rained a single drop since that day

who was really being punished here then?

a few days later

little miss veronica marched into the sheriffs office

wearing a red dress and a lipstick to match

at first he barely recognizes her and is a little confused to see her

"you stil want that kiss, sheriff?" she asked

walking over to him

planting a kiss on his cheek

before shooting him in the head

because if her kisses brought death, she might as well give it to the ones who deserved it

she's been called many names since then

but the one that stuck was Blood Red Ronnie

for she would kiss her victims with the reddest lipstick

before shooting them

and robbing them off their fortune

the only one who's managed to survive her robberies

was kris

but that's bc she still refused to kiss him after all these years

and she would much rather have him poor and desperate for his money than dead

in fact years later, he managed to finally catch up with her

he found her sitting in the middle of the current dried up lake

where her dear farmer had died years back

kris was aiming his rifle at her

demanding her that she tell him where she hid

his father's gold

the gold from the bottom of the lake

which was already now worth miLLIONSSSS

she just laughed at him

"you and your children will dig for the next fifty years. but you will never find it."

and then a dessert snake appeared, one of those colorful but venomous ones

and kris started aiming at the snake instead because it was gross and dangerous and ew

but veronica calmly reached out for it and let it bite her

she then looked at kris and said: "start digging."

#wow this was long #but it's out of my system now #i can finally move on

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