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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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Dottore with short drabble “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

Something angsty pls? Thank you!

Tainted Glass [Dottore x Reader/Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: Can you escape the prison you made?

(A twisted Cinderella story. The girl was covered in cinders because she was fatally addicted to drowning in flames.)

Warnings: angst, emotional abuse, violence, death

(A/n): To be honest anon, I didn’t know what the word ‘drabble’ means until I googled it. I uh...hope you don’t mind the length :>

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You fell back against the cold hard floor with your arms bent and head turned sideways. The stinging pain spreads across your cheek. It burns. But your mind was still trying to register what had just came into fruition.

Why?

The thought was so foreign somehow as if you could hardly believe he was doing this. But then the scene plays in your head again. You froze, your gaze enlarged and clueless while staring at the pale ground as it slowly begins to darken in the seeping movement of his menacing, haunting shadow.

"Insolent woman, you wretch!" He spat in a disgusted tone, "How dare you speak to me in such demanding manner? Have I already told you, only talk when you have something important to say?"

You didn't respond, rather you merely let the strands fall in front of your vision as you gingerly pressed your hand against the place where he hit you.

I…don't quite understand…

Dottore glowers down at your hunched form. He was never a man known for the virtue of patience. This man, the one who calls him your husband, you learned a long time ago to not meet his eyes as they would signal a hint of dominance amidst his authority, especially during moments like these. You came to feel his eyes instead, they were usually intense and full of wrath, sometimes crazed and curious while looking at his finest creations. He always loved experimenting in his labratory. After all, it was the only thing that could truly make the madman smile.

What is it that I'm missing? Where did I go wrong?

And you would do anything to obtain at least a fraction of the love he had left in his heart.

He marches onward with heavy footsteps, paying no mind to your well-being, "Tch get out of my sight. I don't have the time to entertain with anymore these theatrics."

At the sound of him leaving you darted your attention towards him, "Wait, come back. Come back, " you plea softly, "Hector…" But he ignores your call. The back of your fiance disappears behind the door and slams it with a resounding thud. He was gone. You couldn't save him.

"No," As a result, you burried your face into your palms and cried.

“I'm sorry.”

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What is love?

Being raised in one of the most prestigious bloodlines of Fontaine, a life filled with riches since your parents were well known scholars throughout Teyvat, they provided you and your family with everything you needed. From exquisite dishes to priceless jewelry, yet even among those riches you never did find an answer to your question. They were tangibles and short-lasting, eventually leaving you with nothing until the glass of your heart was filled empty. They seemed to have cared more about their fortune along with the brightest child of their family line, your brother, a male heir, someone who fulfilled their expectations where you couldn't do so. And because he was able to give them what they wanted, he was loved.

I see, love is conditional.

Realizing that you possessed no talent to achieve what your brother had accomplished, you came to accept that you were undeserving of their love. Love was for the smart. Love was for the gifted. Love was for everything you are not. There was no place for your kind and thus you locked yourself up in your bedroom chambers along with your fragile heart where no one would try to find you, picking up the books upon the shelves and getting lost in their fantasies.

They told you many beautiful things about the world and many reasons why it was so tragic. Because they weren't real. The story begins with a princess who was a kind-hearted soul, deprived from the care of her evil stepmother and dreams of marrying a prince from a land far far away. They often end on a happily ever after with the princes finding her one true love. You've never seen anything like it. Where two people, despite the struggles they went through, loved each other unconditionally.

Unconditional love only exists in dreams.

Or so you thought to believe.

One day a man marched right at the doorsteps of your mansion. He was a student coming all the way from Sumeru Academia and had high hopes of building a business partnership with your father. The man was declined of course, you watched from the garden bushes as he was sent off back into his carriage. He stops abruptly and turns his head ajar to catch your figure, his inquisitive eyes were both striking and sharp. Like thorns of a rose that was ready to prick anyone who dares to come close. Even so, they made a very lasting impression.

Red eyes.

It was the first time that someone had looked your way.

Couple of months later, the government had arranged a grand ball where all nobles would gather and commit to building their social circle. Useless events. There was no reason for you to engage. While your parents were occupied with the latest gossips and your brother surrounded by fathers who were eager to marry their daughters to him, you snuck outside to the balcony and hid away from the crowd. Quiet at last. And as things should be. The moon was your only friend because she was just like you; half empty. Maybe that was why you still had a glimmer of hope for the other half to be filled.

Part white, you inquired, pristine and untainted. From far away it looked similar to snow.

"My, how pleasantly surprising."

While the other part was stained with black cinders.

You glanced over your shoulder to see a man leaning against the pillar. His mint coloured bangs were slicked back in a trendy fashion, complimenting the white suit he adorned himself with. The golden chains hanging around his ebony boots dangled and clanged with each step he took forward until the light finally reveals his face.

"You seem familiar," you say while squinting your eyes, "Are you the person my father rejected back in February?"

He quirks one brow and you were afraid if you had offended him. But before you could utter an apology, the man splits his lips into a toothy grin and bursts out into a maniac-like laughter. He was completely insane, you thought to yourself. Though he paid no mind to your discomfort and continued to dwell in his amusement, "Hahaha straightforward, I like it! So what if I am? Is it a requirement to be a noble for me to simply have a chat?"

"And if I may ask why?"

"Hmmm, why?" The man reaches for the balcony and presses his back there. He threw his head backward before drilling his ruby gaze into yours, "I too am not fond of annoying crowds. Those snobbish fools thinking they're above everyone else just because they have a couple of mora when that is all they are worth. It's almost too hilarious for my own good."

You could tell there was disdain in his tone. Mainly towards your father who were one of the many unkind nobles of Fontaine and was only liked because of his success. Gripping your hands upon the stone railings, you looked down at the distant trees below while the wind rustled them apart, "I can't deny that," you say dissapointedly, "It's common for nobles not to associate with lower classes as it could potentially ruin their image. Though I may not have been there but I'm sure you had much to offer in terms of your brilliance, erm, Mister…?"

"Hector," Hector placed a palm on his chest with a polite bow following suit, "Hector Dufour-Lapointé. It is a pleasure to make you an acquaintance Lady (Y/n)."

"You know my name?"

"How could I not?" Hector smirks lazily as he danced around you, "I saw you before hiding behind the rose bushes back in your estate. Quite curious why you didn't attempt to say hello."

He even remembers that too. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, "My apologies. I'm not use to socializing so much."

“Is that so? I think you're not giving yourself enough credit," he complimented while shrugging, "This is much more entertaining than hanging in that insufferably crowded room, it was an unexpected occurence to meet you here of all places. However, I must say time can fly if I'm able to enjoy myself."

You shifted away from his stare, "You flatter me. We've only been talking for a few minutes."

"I have yet to realize it then" Hector's cheerfulness remains at stance despite your gloomy response. He leans forward like a curious child and tosses you a question, "Then allow me to ask, what brings you out here Lady (Y/n)? I don't see any reason when your family are such highly respected people of Fontaine."

"I'm not like them!" You retort instantly, causing the man to glance at you with skepticism, "I mean, I have nothing to do with them and they have nothing to do with me. That's just how it is. They already have Clement after all…"

Why am I telling him this?

"Ah your brother I assume. Yes so I've heard much about his genius mind. There were a few instances where he and I collaborated at Sumeru Academia," Hector speaks as if regarding to his unpleasant memories, "Although he never said anything about having a sister."

"We're not that close. And I'm not very fond of him," you confessed bluntly.

"Neither am I," Hector agreed with a scowl, "He claims his position using the knowledge derived from history books but never tries to think beyond the norm. That ignorant mindset of his will surely be his downfall one day."

"Ignorance can lead to anyone's downfall. If they turn a blind eye to the truth, so much can be taken from them," you paused shortly from rambling too much, "That's what I read in books at least."

"As expected of your lineage," he sighs whimsically, "Such avid readers."

"Well my family prefers documents and research. I've gone through them too but I will always love reading fiction."

"Ha! Seems you really are trying to be different from the rest of your family."

Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours, you had already forgotten about the cold breeze despite your dress being less than ideal for the outdoors. The man, although he can be a little to blathering at times, was more than what seemed to be on the surface. At first you thought of him as someone here to take advantage of your relations to your father but he seemed so sincere when listening to your stories, so eager while expressing his thoughts and even made you laugh a couple of times. You didn't realize that the clock had already struck twelve as the guests were preparing to leave but you just weren't ready to do the same.

"Until next time (Y/n)," he takes your fingers and pressed a kiss on top of them, though you were more struck by how he addressed you without honorifics, "I look forward to speaking with you again."

A warm smile graces your lips as you cursty, "Likewise Hector. Thank you for listening to me. I know I must have taken a long time."

Hector sneered but you already learned that it was simply his way of expressing amusement, "Hardly. I was thoroughly entertained."

When your parents found out about your meeting with him, they made it clear that you would never see him again. Hector Dufour-Lapointé is what he calls himself but the real name behind this man was Hector Valliere who came from a village hidden in the west of Fontaine. Rumours said that he was chased out of his hometown by an angry mob, claiming him to be a madman conducting unethical experiments on humans. Shortly after his arrival in Sumeru, he abandoned his past identity and replaced it with a new one in order to enter the academy under legal supervision. Associating with a man of a suspicious reputation would only cause harm to your family's name. Though you could barely care much about their reputation. There was nothing for you to benefit from it.

Few weeks have passed and you evetually gave up on the thought of hearing from Hector. They were only fleeting moments, nothing more. Your routine would stay the same as you kept on plucking more books off the shelves, killing whatever time you had. However the activities you used to enjoy somehow lost it's flair and there would be a slight pain in your chest whenever you turn to a page with the princess as she is surrounded by her friends. What exactly changed? Your family still treated you the same. Did you suddenly grow bored from doing the same thing everyday? Why is it that you feel much more lonelier despite being alone for so long? It was hard to tell in a singular perspective. If only there was someone here to give you some insights on things you couldn't see…

A silver bird lands by your front window and you nearly fell out of your chair as it flapped their wings violently. A machine?! They dropped what seems to be an envelope within the thick bushes before taking off and buzzing into the evening sky. You switched off the lock and lifted the glass within a single movement, snatching the piece of paper so that the wind wouldn't blow it away. Hastily you opened it. Both curious and cautious of why would anyone send you mail in such a discreet approach.

Chère Mademoiselle (Y/n),

I can only imagine the shock of your expression once reading this letter. I'm only writing to you since I assume that your father had already told you those nasty rumours about my past. No matter. I trust that you have a good head on your shoulders to not prejudge people using such miniscule details. I wish to speak with you again. Unless you have other plans staying in that stuffy room of yours, meet me behind the clock tower at 11:00 p.m. Don't be late.

Bien à vous,

"It really is him!" The happiness spreads all across your features as you clutched the letter to your chest. For some reason, your heart wouldn't stop racing. It was a simple yet thoughful action on his part but despite how short his greeting was, every word held the weight of a thousand sparks, "I…I can't stop smiling."

And without hesitation, you prepared to leave. No one noticed your absence.

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It was only halfway where you realized that Hector didn't give many details redgarding why he planned this sudden event. You caught sight of him standing under the roofs with his hands hidden behind his back. He had on his signature lopsided grin, brows uneven as he glanced at you casually.

"How very punctual, were you so eager that you couldn't wait?" He teases.

"I was surprised when your bird knocked upon my window," you inform, "Is it something urgent?"

"Not at all. I merely wanted to catch up with old times," Hector tilts forward to emphasize his suggestion, "Care to indulge me for a bit?"

You crossed your arms, "Then what is it that you're hiding behind your back?"

"Hmm?" He hums, "You mean this?"

"Ah!"

Roses. A bouquet of bright red flowers were presented to you, nicely wrapped in fabric. In the language of Fontaine, recieving them could mean multiple of things and you couldn't help but feel hesitant despite his thoughtful gesture, "Why are you giving me this?"

"Is it so wrong for me to be a gentleman? I thought it would be best to prepare you a gift after you put all that effort to come out in such a late hour," Hector mused to himself, "Especially when you had to make sure no prying eyes would catch us."

You let out a small laugh before accepting the bouquet, "I wouldn't go as far to say that."

"Oh?" Although it was hard to see, Hector managed to catch a glimpse of your flushed cheeks hidden behind the flowers. A darken smirk climbs onto his face at the inviting thought of what it could mean, "Tell me more."

The whole night you both spent walking around the empty plaza with only the stars as your guide. They paved a silver path reflected in the horizon above, free flowing like one of the many watercolour paintings hung in your chambers, uncertain where they may lead but you followed them regardless. If it weren't for Hector's inivtation you might have never known about the parts of your city due to the restricted lifestyle you lived. He listened to every one of them. The stories you had to tell when there was no one for you to talk to and the complaints about your brother whenever he wanted to snitch on your actions just to get the praise out of your father. You expressed your frustrations when speaking about your incompetences, joy after reading a good fairytale book written by your favourite author, there was so much to say that you were worried if Hector soon grew tired from them.

"Go on. I'm listening."

And your heart flutters again. Suddenly everything felt so light with each step you took, it was as if you walked across the stars in the sky rather than the heavy pavement of the ground you called your home. But even if happiness was a bliss, it tormented you. Because companionship made you realize how poor your were all along. That you had everything yet you had nothing, slowly withering away like the roses you held in your hand. Convinced that your existence was worth nothing more than nothing itself. Doomed to be dismissed and forgotten. Rotting away...Hector stays by your side as you cried softly into the night.

From a distance the bell rings and echoes just like the time before during Fontaine's grand ball. Hector shows you a secret route so that no one could find you.

"Will you write to me again?"

The request was so innocent, purely from genuine intentions and devoided of anything he had in mind. Hector would always laugh in these situations when things have gone unexpectedly yet pleasingly his way but held back knowing that it would be foolish to waste such a priceless opportunity. And so he gave you his smile, one full of secrets where you had mistakened it as a promise, "Of course my dear."

Every night you could no longer fall asleep since he had occupied your thoughts completely. Sometimes you'd dream of him and their tales would unfold similarly to the ones you have read. It gone to the point where the maids would have to wake you up during late afternoons due to the dramatic change in your sleep schedule. Though, you didn't care what they did to you. As long as no one found out about your secret rendezvous.

You never thought that there'd be a day where you would voluntarily give up reading your beloved fairytales. They were now replaced by a stash of his letters that have been accumulated over the past few months. You read them each day, pacing back and forth within the walls of your room, whispering his sentences as if he were the one saying them to you. He made you feel special. You were addicted to this feeling. Eventually you managed to memorize his words by heart.

The pages of your diary were filled with notes. Like your very own fairytale carved into reality. From the rose petal, now dried, to the hairpin he snatched from a distracted merchant and a single strand of his hair you found within your cloak after a warm embrace, all of these items, a remnant of the man you loved were taped up in these pages. Sometimes you could even feel his prescence because it was all you needed. It didn't matter if Clement threw insults about how worthless your existence was, your parents could lock you in this prison if they wanted to but they shall never take away Hector from you. Never. You swear it. He was your whole world and the prince who saved you from a life made of aching emptiness. You would do anything to keep him by your side. Anything to gain his affection.

Anything.

"I had a feeling that you were the culprit dear sister."

Your arms stutters as they clutched tightly on the scrolls you took off from the shelves. The light crept into the room like arms reaching out to clutch around your ankles, warning you for trespassing. You turned around dreadfully to see Clement pressing his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms folded and a wicked expression aimed at your pitiful state.

"Why…Why are you still awake?" You say in disbelief, "I thought everyone was asleep."

"Please. Not only are you shameless but hypocritical as well. You truly are a dissapointment to our family."

"Wait," taking a step forward, you stopped him before he makes his exit, "I'll put them back. Just don't tell father about this."

But like your parents, your brother was unkind. Clement doubles over and hugs his torso, cackling through his teeth, "Is that how it is?" He swipes his arm up and you see a parchment paper held between his fingers.

"No!"

"Ma chérie (Y/n). I must say all this tenacious effort of sneaking in my letters to your window is becoming more and more tiresome. But of course, you are an exception. I want the scrolls you've mentioned the other day at my lair tomorrow evening. Make sure no one discovers this. I'm counting on you. Cordialement! Hector."

"No…" you whispered, feeling the weight of the world fall upon your shoulders as it shattered apart. Hector. If possible, you hoped that the pieces could just crush you right then and there. Your knees felt weak and a fright takes over but despite your turmoil, Clement didn't show a shred of sympathy.

"So this is why you've been acting odd lately. Pathetic," he flaps the paper tauntingly in his grasp, "I can't decide if I should be impressed or baffled by your actions. A secret romance with a criminal and the bloodline of Fontaine's most respected government associates? Even though you've hit rock bottom, you still decided to dig deeper."

"Clement you don't understand!" Stumbling upon your footsteps, you desperately tried to convey your predicament even if it meant feeding his ego, "Hector is not the man you think. He was shunned by the people of his hometown, treating him as if he were nothing. They…They ignored him! All this time he needed someone to recognize his brilliance, someone to understand." Shakily, you brought your tensed arms to your chest and screamed a silent whisper, "Someone to listen but no one did. He must have felt so alone…"

Clement flinches when you suddenly clutched onto his biceps. When he looked into your eyes, a shiver ran down his spine.

"Hector is counting on me. I'm the only one who can save him. No one else. He needs me Clement, he needs me!"

"Tch."

An ear-splitting scream of his hand against your face echoes across the room. It knocked you out of your stance and you bumped into the table, grunting while the scrolls to tumbled to the floor.

"Crazy woman, I'm embarassed to be related to you!"

While you were still trying to regain your balance, your brother had already ran off. It wouldn't be long before he alerted your parents, the clock ticking away like sand until the final hour leaves you with nothing but an empty glass.

"No," despair swallows the strength away from your legs and you crawled towards where he used to stand, "Don't take him away from me…I need him…"

I can't live without him.

Tears begin to form by the corners of your eyes as you clenched your teeth. This was no time to cry. Balling your fists, you sprinted out of the room, pushing whatever stood in your way as if you were running for your life.

And if you considered everything else, it wasn't that far from the truth.

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"Hector! Hector are you there?" After arriving upon his house, you began knocking on his door aggressively. The lock clicks and you were greeted by an evidently annoyed man gnawing his teeth together.

"Tsk. There better be a good reason-"

"They're coming for us! We have to go. Now. Before it's too late. My father is probably already waking and making arrangements for you to-"

"Enough, I can't even catch what you're saying," He pinches the bridge of his nose while you were still stuck in a frenzy state. He takes a step back and opens the door wider, gesturing for you to come inside, "Get in already. I have a feeling that this will be a long night."

Hector observes intently at the words you tell him.

Not out of concern but akin to the way he watches the insects react when he exposes them to a different environment.

He was a scientist after all. A madman in which you deliberately fell in love with, so much to the point that he was able to feel pity for once. How you trusted him wholeheartedly with all of your vulnerabilities, emotions and secrets like handing him your parts just so he could put you back together again. Tinkering was always one of his favourite hobbies and he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the thought of you being completely wrapped around his finger.

Perhaps that was the reason why he loved you. Because he didn't love you. He loved you in parts.

"It was only a matter of time," Hector sighs. He sneaks his grasp into yours, knowing how much it affects you and puts on an invisible mask of deciet, "I already knew this day would happen long before anyone could have predicted it."

"You did?" With worried eyes you gazed at him, "What shall we do then?"

Knowing he hit the target, his lips begin to curl up towards his ears, showing his sharp white teeth that shone against the dim-litted room. Hector asks, "Do you love me?"

A silly question. You didn't hesitate to answer, "Of course I do. I've said it many times."

"Prove it to me," Forcing his forehead against yours, Hector commands in a dangerously low tone, "Kill your brother and only then you can truly be mine."

Your brain sutters, trying to absorb what he had just said. Kill? As in to take a life? It sounded wrong. But...was it wrong if the life belonged to someone who ruined yours?

Dumbfoundedly, you glanced into the bloody orbs of your lover, his black pupils thinning into knives while burning in the hellfire of his true colours. Hector runs a hand from the scalp of your hair, down to your cheek before gingerly sliding his fingers at your jawline. He pulled you close and whispered into your ear.

"Are you scared?"

Ah, this wasn't about your feelings. This was about him and your future and there could be no future you without him by your side.

You let your eyelids drop and leaned into his touch, "I could never be scared of you Hector. Whether it is within my power or not, I will make sure no one gets in our way. I swear it."

"Good," he continues to have you feed on his affection, "I knew I could count on you."

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The news of your brother's death filled every headline Fontain had to offer. He was driven off a cliff while making a trip towards Sumeru. No one survived. The remains were so crushed to the point that authorities had trouble identifying their bodies. The only explanation they could come up with by observing the leftover tracks was that the horse must have gone out of control and ended up dragging the carriage along with it.

Ha. Serves him right.

Food poisoning. The vial Hector made was very effective. You made sure to bury it away from your mansion.

With no other choice, you became your family's next heir. Hector notifies you that he would be away for several months to solidify a unique connection with a man hailing from Snezhnaya. You didn't think he would arrive at your doorsteps with so much authority. Fatui soldiers followed from behind as the staff paved a way for them to enter. Your father was clearly displeased by his outrageous approach but he knew he was in no place to deny.

"Upon the agreement between Fontaine and Snezhnaya, Lady (Y/n) will become Harbinger Il Dottore's wife," the Duke announces, "This news will be publicly announced at the end of October."

Dottore? Is that what he calls himself?

As if claiming his victory, Dottore shoots your father a devilish smile. You could feel the dining table shake when he kept pressing his fist against the smooth surface, begrudingly congratulating you both for the new engagement. Your mother bursted into tears.

Was it worth it?

You watched both of your parents mourn silently in their own manner. Perfectly knowing that you were the main cause. But you weren't able to feel any sadness because in the end, you now had everything you've ever wanted.

The inheritance.

Their attention.

But most of all, him.

And when you were convinced that this was your happily ever after, that fairytales were not just beautiful lies for the sake of comfort, you didn't realize you were already living a life made of beautiful lies conjured by your own mind for the sake of your own comfort.

"You're nothing without me."

Dried and calloused hands squeezed around your throat as you flailed your legs against the soft fabric of the carpet floor. He encases you in a straddling position, enjoying the sight of your tortured and clenched face. Hector…no, Dottore hated it when you disobeyed him. He despised it when his creations don't work the way he wanted them to and he had no use for things that are broken.

"G-hka--k..-"

"How many times do I have to remind you to not use my birthname. Do those ears of you even function properly? Or must I fix them myself?"

You gasped for air when he relaxed his grip. Vision a blur, you coughed a few times before he pulls your arm so that you lay flushed against his chest.

"Don't forget who saved you dear (Y/n). Because of me you were able to escape that miserable life you've despised for years. I expect the utmost gratitude on your part at all times, it is only fair that I punish you for not meeting my requirements, don't you agree?" Dottore lifts his hand up to pinch your cheeks, pulling your head to stare at your eyes, "After all, there is no one else in this world who can put up with you…but me."

His words were poison in which you drank like a woman starved. It made you feel numb to the pain the more you drowned in their alluring scent, the taste was sweet, a remedy for the bitterness of reality where the man of your dreams was nothing but a cruel monster. You came to believe that the reason why he treated you so harshly was because he was scared of losing you. You were caught in the trap of what seemed to be love and devotion when truly, you were just a toy to be used at a means end. He breaks you and he puts you back together, over and over again, filling in between the cracks formed in your glass heart with the phrases you loved to hear. Just like how he filled the other holes of your life where no one else did. You called it kindness. He saw it as entertainment.

Most people pay attention to the flower's beauty but they never acknowledge the thorns hidden beneath it's blossom. That is why they bleed. They get hurt. Though, you didn't mind shedding blood if it was for his sake.

Because you would do anything for him.

You would do anything to bring back the memories of Hector Dufour-Lapointé and save him from the Harbinger that ruined his life. Your life. It wasn't his fault. You knew you could change him to what he was before because you were in love with him, that he might still in there. Somewhere.

Right?

…

Please come back.

Time continues to flow like the tears of your dying heart despite yearning for it to turn at the past. Dottore already left the room a long time ago but you didn't. Raising your head away from your hands, you peered at the door in front of you, begging desperately through a chanting record of despondence.

Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back.

Images, they slipped through your fingers, slowly becoming more distant until your mind began to see them as illusions. Dreams. Things that were not real. Telling you that your life was a lie.

"Come back to me…Hector."

Because the man you loved was withering in your memories and you couldn't do anything to save him.

A dry croak robbed you of your breath as you turned to look in the mirror.

Worthless. You were always worthless, it was what your parents told you since birth. It was what you became when he wasn't at your side because without him, your existence was worthless. You lied for him, you stole for him you, took a life for him. You destroyed yourself for him to point that it was hard to believe you were even looking at yourself.

Worthless. It's who I am.

And despite it all, you couldn't obtain his love.

(Crack).

Worthless things don’t deserved to be loved.

(Crack. Crack).

But what if it’s because I’m worthless, that he won’t love me back?

(Crack).

Your eyes jolted open, causing you to gasp sharply. When the sweet lies dispersed in your head and cleansed you of deceit, everything started to make sene. You came to realize why your wish was impossible all along.

Dottore...no, Hector, the reason wasn't because he didn't return your feelings. Neither was it due to the fact that he hurt you through his actions. Nor when he made you cry or scream for help before feeding you with more lies, thinking he would never hurt you again. It was none of those things.

It was because the man you loved this whole time was someone who could love no one but himself.

"Ha...haha," sucking in your breath, a sinister laugh escapes your mouth, "Hahahahahahaha.....!"

Everything was worthless.

You grabbed a nearby hairbrush and threw it at the mirror, watching yourself shatter into a million pieces.

There was only one thing left to do.

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"Ugh, where is it?!"

It was late into the night where every staff had gone to sleep. The Harbinger fumbles with his keys while standing at the door of his basement as he was too busy proceeding with his research rather than considering the thought of rest. Usually he acted upon them on his own will, performing various experiments for enjoyment. However, ever since the Snezhnayan court had requested him to look into the ancient arts of alchemy, Dottore was forced to carry it out before the deadline approached. Otherwise his position as Harbinger would be revoked.

"What a bunch of self-centered blockheads. Can't they understand that it take quality time to get quality results?"

Most of his important documents were stored on the otherside. Half of it came from his father-in-law's library. He had you to thank for that.

"Ah finally," he mutters, though still dissatisfied, "I should have a word with my butler for misplacing them."

Dottore shoves the key into the lock but instead of twisting the knob he noticed something strange. It was old and had yet to be fixed but somehow he didn't have any trouble adjusting his wrist. Then he saw there were a set of freshly made fingerprints upon the smooth metallic surface. However, the only person awake at this time would be him-

An intruder!

Dottore drops everything to the ground and yanks the door open. He skittered down the stone stairs while cursing under his breath. Using the delusion gifted by the Tsaritsa, the Harbinger activated his lazer-like pillars as he took advantage of their glow to light up the unlit room.

"What in the abyss...?!"

Except it wasn't dark.

"All of these scrolls, I recognize them," without sparing a single glance, you spoke nostalgically towards the bookshelves, "It brings me so much memories..."

Dottore clenches his teeth together as his eyes shone an angry red, you were holding a torch dangerously close to his hard-earned collection, "What do you think you're doing?!" He fumed, "Put that out, AT ONCE! Don't make me repeat myself!

"They're precious to you aren't they?" You finally shifted to face him, "More than me."

"What has gotten into you?" He was about to hurl at you until he saw your torch lowering, causing him to retreat. You were strangely noncholant and he couldn't help the feeling of disturbance. Accepting that he didn't have the upperhand, Dottore decided to use a different approach, "(Y/n)."

The sound of your name falls from his lips. You faltered.

"I'm sorry for what I have done. I know I was dishonourable to you, as your husband and lover, and that you didn't deserve to see me so aggressive. You have every right to express your anger, my dear. I was in the wrong."

It was only a mask. You knew it well. But seeing him with softened eyes and a tone so comforting, made you desperately wanting to run into his arms so he could wipe away your sorrows just like once upon a time. To live happily ever after.

Hector.

Dottore runs his fingers through his hairstrands in frustration and sighs, "However the Tsarista needed me to do something very important and I can't seem to fulfill her request no matter how hard I try. It angers me. If I don't finish this, there would be no place for us to stay."

"Hector..." you sniffled quietly. He looks so much like him right now.

"Can't you see I'm doing this for you?" He consoles, yet his weapons still remain, "I only intended to make you happy and there's nothing I won't do to achieve that. How about I show-"

"Enough."

Dottore froze upon your sudden command. He didn't sense a hint of subjugation and it seemed that you had perfect control of your emotions. How very inquisitive. Did you grow immune to the style of his voice? In such a short period of time? The facade he had on was now replaced with a growling animal-like expression. You looked at him dissapointedly. His Harbinger self returned. Hector was no more.

"Ha, you're the same as always. Even before the time you became a Harbinger. The same man that I fell in love with but it is me who will never be the same again," For a moment you averted your gaze as if trying hard to swallow your own words, "Remember when we first met at the balcony? That I told you my favourite books to read are fiction? I knew they weren't real but deep down, I wanted to believe in them anyways. And you know what? They did come true, to some degree..."

As the memories come flashing back, he defenselessly watches your expression contort from sadness to a calm contemplation and finally, enraged disgust, "But you only ever brought me pain and I'm sick of it!"

Swaying the torch to the side, Dottore flinches forward but he didn't dare to come close when your current state was unpredictable to him, "I JUST WANTED YOU TO LOVE ME," you wail, I just wanted to be loved, bringing a clawed hand against your forehead and trembling upon contact, "It's all that I ask for..."

Dottore narrowed his brows. Perhaps he may have gotten too far.

"But I know it's impossible. The world is a cruel place and there's no point in trying anymore. That is why I'm going to set us free."

"...What do you mean?"

You shut your eyes closed and tossed the flaming torch to the ground. A horrified expression takes over his features. It didn't take long for the fire to begin spreading amongst the room.

"NO!" Dottore yelled powerfully, he frantically darts his gaze at all directions as they continued to flicker and blend into his precious documents. You stood still and watched him grab the ones that were intact, savouring the most he could but they slip out of his arms every time he moved. Dottore glances behind him to see a rising cage of hellfire. Then he turns to you.

" 'Til death do us part!" you laughed maniacally.

The madman looked back with angry dismay, "You're out of your mind!"

Abandoning whatever he held in his hand, Dottore spins around towards the staircase. He covers his face with his sleeve and did whatever he could to prevent the fire from touching him. However, he accidentally stumbled on his footsteps and something fell off the heights, knocking him in the face. He grunts painfully.

"That will leave a scar," you smile while he clutches at his injury, "I can break you too.”

Just like how you broke me.

Knowing that you've managed to leave a mark of your existence on him in someway, you peacefully watched your lover wobble between the hell you created. But the hell you knew was not made of scorching heat and thundering flames. Hell was empty. Hell was a void. This feeling was far too gentle to be considered hell. If he can't return your love, then at least let these caging arms bask you in the warmth you’ve always desired.

Lifting your head, you looked towards the ceiling and closed your eyes.

Ah, this cannot be death.

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everlastingdreams · 4 years ago

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Weeping Monk x Reader : Playing With Fire chapter 17

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Story Summary: The Huntsman, that is what they called your brother. A name he had earned by hunting down the fey for coin. Coin that is given by Father Carden for his services. You refuse to stand aside and watch how your brother hunts down those who are fey. When you start to warn the fey camps your brother wishes to attack, you find yourself behind enemy lines. But when the Weeping Monk becomes suspicious of you, you realise you are playing with fire.

Chapter Summary: You go to face Draegan who is aware of your betrayal. Abbot Wicklow has put a bounty on Lancelot and Percival that Draegan is eager to claim.

Notes: I am sorry. Let me know what you like so far about the story or something. I love to read the comments. Thank you !

Warnings: Trauma, abusive violence, slut-shaming. Just a lot of angst in these ones, my bad.

Word count: 1523 words in this chapter.

Chapter: 17/ 33+ something (buckle up, it’s a wild ride.)

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This was bad, really bad. A ruckus was coming from outside, his other men had awoken as well. You could hear your brother's voice among the others. There were two feys in your home, and your brother knew of your betrayal. All you could do was try and distract your brother away from your home. Perhaps you could reason with Draegan. You turned to Lancelot “Wait here with the boy. They would never believe you to be here in my room.”

He frowned before it dawned on him that you might consider going out there “You cannot truly be thinking of facing the Huntsman out there ?! He just gave you up to the Red Paladins to be tortured and killed !”

You huffed loudly, there was no time to argue about this “I have to ! I can keep him busy long enough for you and the boy to escape through the door. I will lead him away from the house.”

Lancelot took hold of your arm when you tried to move past him “There must be another way to leave here unnoticed !”

You pulled your arm out of his grasp “Like what ? You'll climb through my window in your condition ? You couldn't even get up the stairs, Lancelot ! Wait until I have distracted them, then leave this village. Look after Percival. Draegan is my brother, my concern. Yours is keeping that boy safe. ”

“Y/n...” He called out to you but you were already going down the stairs.

Perhaps you could convince your brother you were more valuable alive. Perhaps you could make him believe you would tell him everything you knew about the fey. All you had to do now was distract them and keep Draegan and his men away from your home so Lancelot could escape Mirstone with Percival. Lancelot was in no condition to fight in case your brother had heard about what happened in the paladin camp. Draegan would surely turn against Lancelot if he knew the former Weeping Monk was now helping the fey. He never liked him, he was his rival since the beginning and would jump at the opportunity to deal with him. You couldn't let this happen, you had to keep him and Percival out of your brother's sight. Whatever the cost.

Once outside you saw the people of the Mirstone stare at you, they clearly did not expect to see you there. You shut the door to your home and you walked until you saw Draegan and his henchmen. One of his men pointed in your direction and you braced yourself for what was to come. Draegan turned to look in your direction, even from afar you could see the rage in his eyes. The tension filled the air and you saw the people from the village step aside as they marched towards you. Of course none of them were insane enough to try and help you. The feeling of dread settled inside of you. This would not be pretty, Father Carden had informed him that you were warning the fey. Sabotaging his work. Carden had offered to spare your life if your brother worked for free. An offer your brother had of course declined. He must have heard about you escaping the camp as he did not look suprised to so you there. He nodded in your direction and within seconds his men had you in their grasp.

Draegan stopped in front of you and wrapped his hand around your throat tightly “Ah, the traitor returns ! I told Carden to kill you. Told him to break you until you told all your secrets. My own sister, meddling with feys! With that Weeping bastard !” He spat the words at you, and you knew he had heard about how you had escaped the paladin camp with Lancelot and Percival. Brogan was standing among the other men, looking like he had a terrible headache.

“Caught them in her home after dark a couple of days ago.” Brogan informed Draegan about the evening that Lancelot had come to your home to ask you to stop warning the fey.

“TALKING !” You shouted at Brogan “We were talking! I did not even invite him !”

Draegan laughed in disbelief and let go off your throat “Talking...with the Weeping Monk ?” he pointed at you accusingely “I knew there was something going on between you and that bastard ! What ? Did you tell him you would spread your legs for him if he helped you save that fey boy? If he helped you? Is that what you did, little sister ? Did you lure the Weeping Monk himself away from his faith ?”

You were speechless at his accusations, did he really think you were like that ?

Tears stinged at the corners of your eyes, you had never been so insulted by him. And now he was doing it in public. His men were laughing and it made your stomach turn.

“Where's that bastard now, y/n ? And where is that spawn of evil ? They told me they had gone with you.” His voice was low and threatening and by the way he had asked you that, you realised that he didn't know that Lancelot was fey.

“I don't know.” It was a half-truth. You had told Lancelot to escape with the boy once you had distracted your brother and his men. You hoped they had had the chance to escape by now. “No ?” He walked past you and beckoned for his men to follow. They roughly dragged you along and stopped not far from your home.

“Break down the door.” Draegan snapped his fingers and nodded for his men to break down the door to your house. "No ! Wait !" You cry out and struggled to break free. Then you were struck in the face. He had hit you before but this was definitely one of the most painful ones. Their grasp on you faltered and you fell to the ground from the force of the hit, your hand went up to your face. You could feel your cheek burning and when you touched the side of your mouth, there was blood on your fingers. Draegan looked at you, rage spilling from his eyes and you were too shocked to move. "Bring them out. Remember gentlemen, that fey boy and that Weeping bastard are worth a lot of coin." He commanded his company. "No..." You tried to get up only to be pushed to the ground again by Draegan's boot. "Stay where you are, little sister, or you'll regret it." He sneered at you. You watched in horror as the others broke down the door of your home.

Draegan looked down at you, a sickening grin on his face "I was wondering if you would dare show your face again after your betrayal. Magnolia made the same mistake. Believed she could go behind my back to warn the fey, believed she could stand in my way. It is only fitting for you to die as she did, bleeding out all alone."

You looked up at him in horror, tears stung your eyes. Never had Magnolia told you that she was trying to warn the fey, and Draegan had killed her for it. You wanted to believe that your instincts were wrong and that it was thieves, but deep down you always feared he was responsible for it.

"Abbot Wicklow wants that Weeping bastard and that demon's spawn. He'll pay very generously for them. And you ? I'll hand you to the paladins myself. They will see it as an act of good faith." His threats were never empty and you feared that soon, you would burn as well. They came out of your home only moments later but to your relief, Lancelot nor Percival was with them.

"He's gone !" They shouted at him in confussion.

Draegan screamed at them in frustration “THEN SEARCH THE VILLAGE, DAMNIT !!!!” A wave of relief washed over you until you realised this would further fuel Draegan's fury. Draegan clenched his jaw as he looked down at you on the ground. "Where is he ?" He was seething now.

You shook your head, not looking up at him. He kicked you hard in the stomach in response, you rolled over in pain. You gasped and groaned. After a few seconds you scrambled to your knees again.

Draegan was barely containing his rage now “You have cost me a lot of coin ! WHERE IS HE ?!” You had no idea where they had went, you didn't see them leave. An answer that would never please Draegan. And you wouldn't tell him even if you did know. You would die before you would tell him. You shook your head, not daring to look up at him as you knew what was going to happen next. He stepped closer, to kick you in the stomach again but stopped dead in his tracks. "I'm here." A hoarse voice answered his question. So few words but they were laced with venom and threat.

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Anthony Bridgerton is nervous about becoming a father, and he gets an unexpected visit from a little sister out of bed past her bedtime.

Anthony Bridgerton sat at his desk in his father’s study, a glass of brandy in his hand as he stared aimlessly into nothing. It had been his study for over ten years, yet it always felt like it would be his fathers. Kate and him had officially moved into Bridgerton House a year into their marriage, and his family would be moving out in the coming weeks. They had announced to the family at dinner that evening in Bridgerton house that him and Kate were having a baby, and everyone was ecstatic. He was ecstatic. He also had this uncomfortable feeling of dread in the pit of stomach, something gnawing at his insides screaming he was going to mess it all up.

“You’re wrong, you know.”

Anthony jumped slightly, startled as he looked up. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. He would know that voice anywhere. “Hyacinth. What are you doing out of bed?”

The youngest Bridgerton strode into the room, her hair up in ribbons for bed and wearing a light pink nightdress. “I couldn’t sleep, I came to get some milk and I saw the light under the door of your study.”

Anthony raised an eyebrow, but decided to focus on her comment instead. “I’m wrong about what, exactly?”

“That you’ll be a bad father.”

Anthony stilled. After everyone had gone to bed, him and Kate, his wife, the woman who changed everything for him, had argued in the drawing room. He had been on edge all day, and he insisted he was fine every time she asked what was wrong. He was an emotionally constipated idiot, and she saw right through him. He eventually snapped and echoed his fears and thoughts of how he was scared he was going to be a bad father, that he couldn’t be a good one. They had quickly reconciled, and she had comforted him in a way that had momentarily made him feel like nothing could ever feel wrong again, but his fears were still there. They always were. She eased them, but didn’t erase their existence.

He had excused himself to his study as she went to bed, saying he had paperwork and ledgers to go over when really he had just wanted a cold drink and to ponder his thoughts and fears alone.

Clearly they’re private conversation had not been so private after all. Bluntness had never been an issue for Hyacinth. As young as she was, he half admired his sister for always getting straight to the point, no matter how crude it could be sometimes. “Eavesdropping is rude, you know.”

“It’s also very interesting.” She hopped up on his desk, her legs swinging under her light pink nightdress. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t lie,” She said as she narrowed her eyes, a look that was usually reserved for her annoying older brother Gregory who has made it his life’s mission to annoy her at every possible moment lately. “You and mother always tell me not to lie.”

Anthony raises his eyebrow at her, “How do you know I’m lying?”

“Because I know you,” She poked her index finger into his chest, “I can’t sleep knowing you’re upset.”

He felt something soften inside just as a dull ache emerged in his chest forming at her anxious expression. He pulled her carefully off the desk and into his lap, something he used to do when she wouldn’t sleep when she was a baby, driving the nurses nearly to insanity with her screaming before Anthony intervened and just held her at his desk. She would sit against him for hours, sleeping, while Anthony worked at his desk or simply just sat, staring at her. Mother had found them the following morning on more than one occasion, both asleep at his desk. She was a lot bigger now, but she still fit on his lap, curling herself around him and wrapping her arms around his neck. His voice was soft as he spoke. “I do not want you worrying about me, darling.”

Hyacinth shrugged, “You cannot always get what you want. That’s what you said to me when I could not get both the purple and yellow doll for my birthday this year.”

“You’re always one step ahead of me, aren’t you?” He laughed, remembering how her nose scrunched up in deep thought as she spent nearly an hour deciding what doll she wanted, eventually settling on the yellow one in the shop. As if he hadn’t bought the two of them anyway, safely hidden away until her birthday next week.

Hyacinth nodded, her face oddly serious for someone so young. She furrowed her eyebrows, scrunching her nose slightly. “Listen to me, Anthony. Do not interrupt. What I have to say is terribly important. When people ask me about father, usually they know he is dead. I don’t want to upset anyone. Especially not you or mother. So I just nod and agree, never having much to say. But-he’s not really dead. Not to me.”

Anthony stilled slightly, the lump resting in his throat had begun to ache again. “I never knew him,” She let out a short sigh before continuing. “He died before I was born. I know everyone has memories of him. I love to hear about them. I truly do. But,” She paused, tilting her chin up to look at him. “All my memories are of you, Anthony.”

“You,” She said, emphasizing her point. “You were the one who was there for it all. Those big moments I know you were there for-my birth, my first words, my first steps-even when I can’t remember them, I can feel your presence. You let me sleep with you when I have nightmares. You play dolls with me when no one else will. You hold my hand. You taught me how to horse ride. You are the first person I want when something is wrong or even when nothing is wrong, I just want to be with you.”

Anthony half closed his eyes, attempting to fight the rush of tears quickly forming behind his eyelids. But he didn’t look away from her.

“So,” She took a deep breath, her watering eyes boring into his as she didn’t blink for a few seconds. “When I think about my father and what makes a father, I always think of you. How could you ever think you wouldn’t be a good father when you’re already an amazing one?”

The tears that had been threatening to fall had no chance anymore once Hyacinth spoke those words, and her wet cheeks now matched hers.

She shook her head before continuing. “It’s not just to me, either. I know all the others see you in the same way. But I can’t speak for them, I can only speak for myself, and it is different for me. All I have ever known is you.”

“That’s why I know you are going to be an amazing father, Anthony,” Her voice was soft and light, as if every word was extremely delicate and she had never meant something so much in her life. Her small hand moved to cup his cheek. “Because you are one. You didn’t have to lead this family the way you do, some people who have fathers who are still alive have never loved and cared for us the way you have, but you did it anyway. Because you’re you.”

“And if you need physical evidence of what an amazing job you did,” Hyacinth gestured to herself. “Voila. That’s a french word Governess taught me.” He brushed one of her curls behind her ear, letting out a mixture between a choked laugh and sob. “When did you get so wise?”

Her retort was quick. “I’ve always been wise.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, leaning down to rest his against hers. “You truly are the light of my life, Hyacinth.”

“I’m glad you married Kate,“ She said, smiling brightly up at him. “I was scared she was some evil witch who would steal you away, that is what Regina said happened to older brothers when they got married-but I rather love Kate. She is very funny.” “She is.” “And she makes you happy?”

“She does.”

“And you make her happy?”

“I do.”

“Good. So a baby will just make you both happier. Problem solved.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

Hyacinth yawned slightly, moving her head against his chest. “What would I do without you?”

He loved all of his siblings with everything he had, but there had always been something about Hyacinth that was different. She was his. And he was hers. She was this light that had come into his life a few months after he had lost his father, and she owned his heart from the moment he had held her for the first time and she wrapped her tiny fist around his index finger. There was nothing else he could say, nothing else that could ever express the comfort his sister had given him tonight, the reassurance that he was enough, enough for Kate, their baby and himself, and everything was going to be alright, except for: “I love you.”

Her eyelids were closed, but she mumbled, “I love you more.”

Kate Bridgerton found them the next morning, having drifted off upstairs before her husband had come to bed. She found Anthony and Hyacinth curled up in his chair, both fast asleep with his chin resting on her head.

He woke up slowly at the noise of the door opening, his eyes taking a few moments to adjust to his surroundings and the memories of the previous evening flooding back into his brain. But it didn’t matter. He saw Kate across the room, smiling at him, and he smiled back.

They didn’t have to say anything, they both just knew.

Everything was going to be fine. Not just fine.

It was going to be brilliant.

A/N: this is my first fic in a long time but the idea popped into my head and it sort of went from there. It’s very sweet and soft, I hope people enjoy! My new obsession is anthony bridgerton & bridgerton, and I’m trying to get back into writing so have a few kate/anthony fics in the making atm as after reading the viscount who loved me they are IT.~

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simon-newman · 4 years ago

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Newman’s Anime Reviews - Kimetsu no Yaiba

Hello Everyone and welcome to my first anime review in… Nearly 4 years?

*Cough*

Yeah - I know - I am still supposed to write the Seven Witches review… I have no excuses. I will get to it. SOMEDAY!

But today I’m going to talk about another anime. The first title from my 2021 anime challenge.

Actually this is the only anime from the challenge list that I’ve picked myself because I’ve been intending to watch it for a while now.

I’m talking about

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Now - I didn’t really know what I’m getting myself into. I’m not sure if this counts as an achievement but I didn’t know shit about this title outside of:

Some people I know highly recommended it to me,

Nezuko is the best girl (and a demon)

There’s some dude wearing boar’s head as a mask,

Swords

Apparently it’s about killing demons

This is everything. EVERYTHING I knew when I started watching.

First things first however - let's start with the premise.

We meet our protagonist - Kamaboko Gonpachiro as he’s living his harsh but happy life with his large family. Monjiro takes on the responsibility of caring for his mother and younger siblings as the oldest male in the family after his father’s death before the start of the plot.

We join our protagonist as he goes down the mountain to sell charcoal at the nearby village and promises to come back with a lot of goods and food for the New Year’s.

Right off the bat we’re presented with beautiful scenes of a loving family life our protagonist enjoys and I’m not going to make any anime veteran jokes about it.

Long story short - Tontaro’s trip lasts longer than he expected and he ends up staying the night at the village. It is then that we learn about demons that prowl the night of Kimetsu no Yaiba world. Evil creatures of darkness that feed on the flesh of humans. We also learn about demon hunters who protect people from those demons.

Gengoro resumes his trip back early in the morning but thanks to his keen sense of smell soon realizes that something is wrong. Very wrong. He rushes forward to get back as soon as possible but it is already too late.

There was a demon attack during the night and his family got killed with the sole exception of his sister Nezuko who was turned into a demon.

Surprising a demon hunter who appears shortly after Nezuko manages to regain her senses and has strong enough will to resist attacking humans. Thus begins Kanjiro’s journey - to become a demon slayer himself, avenge his family, protect others from what happened to him and find a way to turn his sister back into a regular human.

Sounds easy, right?

I’ll be honest here that while the beginning was executed beautifully I must admit that I wasn’t really feeling this anime right away.

It seemed like your standard shounen anime from the start. Greatly executed despite being very cliche but still not outstanding.

Tragedy to set our protagonists on their way followed by the training arc and Jangoro finally becoming a demon slayer while Nezuko changes in her own way to be able to live without consuming humans - surprising experienced demon slayers.

It is only after that that the real story begins and we follow Tanjiro as he starts his mission as a true demon slayer himself.

Truly basics of the basics if I were to be honest. At that point I couldn’t really complain about anything in this show but at the same time nothing really stood out. As mentioned - the story was cliche. The fights so far were so-so. Animation was good but at the same time I knew that Ufotable isn’t showing it’s best yet. Somehow however it all just worked - together with music which really played into my tastes - yes - I really enjoy the music in this show (make it the one thing i really liked at that point).

But then everything changed with the Asakusa Arc.

Oh no! It’s Michael Jackson! RUN!

The introduction of the Big Bad Muzan, his Twelve Demon Moons and the possible way of turning Nezuko back into human set our vague goals in place and Kentaro finally had a clear mission to accomplish.

What’s more - from this point on the fights become far more entertaining as well.

I did get the impression that this progress might be done too rapidly but thinking back it’s a good thing actually. We got too used to 150 episodes of nothing important happening and now any sort of early development seems rapid.

Before you say that I contradict my statements from earlier reviews hear me out: While we do meet major antagonists early on we don’t really get much from it outside of direction in the story. The Big Bad doesn’t make a move himself and is not even fought directly but becomes aware of Tangoro’s existence and wants him gone.

This is a good development to happen early in the story to keep the stakes high while not resolving anything just yet.

But this is not the end of improvements.

In the following story arc (Tsuzumi Mansion Arc) Santarou meets with two fellow demon slayer newbies - Zenitsu and Insouke who add some team dynamics to our already decent story and IMO further improves the fights we get to see.

As for the new team members… Zenitsu starts out pretty annoying at first with his extremely cowardly demeanor while Inosuke is the polar opposite with a fearless, rash personality.

I might be overthinking it but I see Inosuke as a parody - of sorts - for a character I personally dislike - Kirito from SAO. Both are dual-wielding master swordsmen with a feminine face (and for added bonus they’re both voiced by Yoshitsugu Matsuoka) but while Kirito’s strong because he’s the protag (Gary Stu) Inosuke is insanely ripped from his harsh life in the wilderness and… Well… Pretty much insane.

Pretty amazing, aren’t I? Pretty amazing, aren’t I?

This change of pace - going from just Gentaro and Nezuko to a 4 man team with Zenitsu and Inosuke - marks the difference between the first and second half of this anime (and i forgot to mention it’s a whole 26 episodes show - not the 12 episodes short we got used to in recent years).

While the first half was kinda decent but not outstanding the second half is really, really entertaining to watch. Both the characters get a lot more chances at interaction and development and the action steps up from what we’ve seen before.

In short - two story arcs I’ve mentioned above supplemented what was lacking before. Things I wasn’t even clearly aware of initially.

Without a clear mission for Tenpachirou to accomplish we’d just descend into a monster-of-the-week formula and without more team members we’d be left with no means to explore our protagonists’ character in full.

What’s of Ponjirou extreme kindness if we don’t get to see him affect people with it outside of one-time-only interactions and his good relationship with his sister?

Yes - you can show it time and time again but from this point on it comes out more naturally and as I’ve mentioned already - we get to see it affect people in the long run - something I hope we’ll see further in the story.

Left to right: Boss Honey Badger, Sleeping Badass, Best Girl and Cinnamon Roll.

Which brings me to this sad point…

Despite being a full 26 episodes show it still feels more like an introduction. We barely get to the right formula in the midpoint and conclude the fight against the first real enemy shortly before the anime is over. Souchirou’s journey has only just begun.

I’ve really wanted to write this review after watching the following Kimetsu no Yaiba Movie: Mugen Ressha-hen. That’s for multiple reasons.

At this point I know that this story arc is going to further up the stakes with the Upper Ranks of the Demon Moons getting into action but at the same time I’m really excited to see if Ufotable is going to show us what they’re capable of in terms of animation.

Because I think this anime deserves it.

Sadly - while the movie was out already I didn’t manage to watch it before writing this review.

Kamado Tanjirou vs Lower Moon One - Enmu.

To sum it up - It was an interesting experience to see the anime develop in front of me - from a decent cliche show that didn’t make any major mistakes and played all the tropes just right into a really good and entertaining show in it’s own right.

My final assessment of the show is also the result of a certain niche this anime fits into. Namely the enjoyable sword fight scenes.

I’m definitely going to watch the movie when I’m able to and dive right into the following seasons of anime if they are made.

At this point something with this anime resonates with me - this show feels “just right” for some reason.

There’s also an added benefit of it not being dragged into infinity. From what I’ve heard the manga is already finished and we could get a definite end line before the story gets watered down into tasteless money grab.

Something to be appreciated when it comes to shounen manga…

Well. It is time to wrap up this review as well.

With all the above being said my final verdict is...

Final Score: 8/10 +Newman’s Mark of Quality

Status: Completed

Sentence: Butterfly Mansion rehabilitation training (I bet I’d enjoy it after a while).

Next: Code Geass

#Anime #Review #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Demon Slayer #Nezuko #Tanjiro #Inosuke #Zenitsu

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clio-just-clio · 3 years ago

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The Riverdale 102(?)-Day Sprint, Day 6: “Chapter Ninety-Two: Band of Brothers”

War!

This is it, the farthest afield I’ve been yet, very close to the mythical uncharted lands of Season 6. I’ve heard so much about that – Archie maybe dying, joining the Army, and other insanity. But before we get to today’s episode I want to clear the air about something. I say a lot of mean things about this show, but I want to make it clear I hold absolutely no ill will towards any of the cast. On the contrary, I think the cast does a genuinely fantastic job, simply because they aren’t all constantly breaking character and guffawing at the stuff they have to read. I especially want to highlight Lili Reinhart, Cole Sprouse, and Camila Mendes, who play Betty, Jughead, and Veronica respectively. Those characters seem to get the worst sub and main plots, moreso than Archie (although KJ Apa does a fine job as well). That all being said... Chapter Ninety-Two. I’m excited.

* * *

Well turns out I was dead wrong.

The infamous flash-forward is here in S5, and it turns out I’ve landed with it in full swing. I’m not sure if it was throughout the whole season or just in the second half, but every single character is doing something equally astounding and unbelievable (except for Veronica, who is continuing to re-enact the plot of Succession [I assume the two are similar but I’ve never seen it]). Let’s see the damage:

Archie went to WW1, exactly as the rumors said. Yes it is still in present day, approximately 5 years in the future in fact, but it is still decidedly WW1. There’s trenches and it’s in Europe and the guns are old. Apparently Archie’s squad, which he was the sergeant of, was used as a personal hit squad sent on a suicide mission at the behest of a corrupt commanding officer. All of his squad is brutally killed except for one, who survives with a missing leg. In today’s episode Archie gets the evil general court-martialed, and is successful. The tribunal happens off-screen, and we don’t see Archie doing anything during or after it except celebrating so... why?

Jughead’s story isn’t 100% clear to me. He becomes an alcoholic writer/teacher burnout, just like his grandfather before him, and apparently he descended into this spiral after unceremoniously abandoning Betty. This episode we see him try to pass off a former friend’s book as his own, only to repent and relent at the last second. Again... why?

Turns out Betty did actually decide to become an FBI agent at Charles’ behest – she’s even doing vigilantism in an attempt to avenge her younger sister’s death, hunting an elusive serial killer. So basically Dexter but different.

Cheryl Blossom is now a pastor, and Kevin her... assistant? I guess? Anyway, Cheryl’s mom wants to lead the flock so to upstage her Cheryl decides to become a Saint by performing three miracles as if they’re magic tricks. I don’t think that’s how any of that works.

And last and least we have Veronica, who seems to have gotten the shaft once again. Her plot is the least changed, seemingly; she’s still butting heads with her dad on the business scene, and she sure is doing business. Not sure what business but... she’s doing it. #girlboss or whatever.

I feel like I was submerged in a sensory deprivation tank and I am just now being pulled out, kicking and screaming, begging for oblivion again. I genuinely thought people were kidding when they told me about some of this stuff. I can’t understand why the showrunners would decide to pull this flash-forward out of their ass like this. Maybe I’d understand if it was the final season, but this is Season 5. Season 6 exists, we know it does. I am well and truly lost now, and it hasn’t even been a week yet. Let me tell you something, dear reader; I don’t see myself finishing this endeavor whole. I fear I may lose a part of myself I’ll never get back if I continue, and yet continue I will, because I always keep my promises. I’ll see this through to the end, which hopefully entails the entire town of Riverdale and all of its inhabitants being completely wiped from the face of the Earth. Given the amount of serial killers that town produces it’d probably be doing humanity a service.

Tomorrow: “Chapter Eighty-One: The Homecoming” aw darnit another S5 episode. My kingdom for a return to the halcyon days of Season 1, where everything was simple, with only 1 murder mystery happening at a time.

Not a ton of notes today, I’m afraid; I spent most of the episode staring slack-jawed at the screen, trying to process what I was seeing:

quick notes

- ok what. the hell. is going on.

- Archie was already in the Army??? Betty’s a prostitute? Cheryl is... a pastor...? Jughead was in NA or AA or something (actually that doesn’t surprise me for some reason)? is this a flash-forward or something???

- so Veronica is now a dirty businessperson, like her father before her. interesting...?

- and Cheryl wants to become a Saint. sure why not. whatever. this is... too much, almost

- yeah this is too much. I have so many questions but I think I’ll save them till the write-up

- holy shit Archie actually did go to WW1, seemingly. how? why? is this a flash forward or flashback? is it both at the same time?

- if the gang is older why do they all look the same? actually wait I know this one – they already don’t look like highschoolers, but now the script can justify this discrepancy

- wait so Betty is merely disguising herself as a prostitute to hunt and kill a serial killer... so she’s just Dexter. unbelievable

- and she used to be in the FBI...? like Charles?

- Veronica: “You’ll never be an alpha, Chad. You’re a born beta.” Someone on the writing team is laughing very hard at this joke

#riverdale #the riverdale 102 day sprint

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THE CHILLING ADVENTURES OF ZELDA-CHAPTER 15 THE DREAM/PART 4 I HAVE BEEN WORKING MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT FOR 3 DAYS TO GET THIS ‘EMERGENY’CHAPTER OUT TO YOU. IF YOU’VE NEVER COMMENT ON MY WORK BEFORE, NOW’S THE PERFECT TIME TO START BECAUSE AS A WRITER AND A SPELLWOOD FAN, I’M FEELING FRAGILE RIGHT NOW. -THANKS, LYNEZELDA

“No! Oh dark mother, please, no!” Faustus Spellman jolted up in bed, pushing the bedspread off his naked chest which now heaved up and down with heavy breaths. Faustus was unaware of just how sweaty he was until he buried his face in his hands.

“Honey? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Faustus looked up to see his Zelda, in her eyes he saw concern for him. “Zelda, come no closer! Don’t make me hurt you more! Please, I beg of you, stay away!” Faustus moved from middle of the bed to the end. 1 moment he felt the mattress beneath his hand, another moment there was only air. Faustus prepared himself for the fall, only it never came, for Zelda had rushed to his side, pulled him up and in an effort to comfort him, tried to put his head on her chest, which made him very confused. He fought her. “Zelda! Get away from me while you can!”

Still, Zelda was worried. “Darling? Hush now, can’t you see that you just had another nightmare?!”

Faustus shook his head. “It wasn’t,” He insisted. “It was too real this time.”

Zelda tried again. “What did you dream about? Walk me through it, all that you can remember.”

Faustus sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “It was like no time had passed. I was struck inside Blackwood, who of course, trying to hurt you and the coven. I just can’t escape it, can I? I truly am evil!”

“Try to focus, Faustus. Please tell me what happened.”

“I founded another church. The Church of the Night Pilgrims.”

Zelda shook her head. “There is no such church. I would know, as an ordained high priestess, I have a current list of all the world’s covens. I can show it to you if like.”

“I won Mary Wardwell to my cause!” He said firmly.

“Impossible for 2 reasons!” Zelda’s reply was just as firm. “Mary Wardwell would never abandon her faith that easily and secondly, you never properly meet that mortal, only once when you with stuck in Blackwood.”

“I freed the Eldritch Terrors. I did!” He insisted when Zelda only sighed. “All 8 of them, the darkness, the uninvited, the weird, the perverse, the cosmic, the return, the endless and the void. I also almost ruined Hilda’s wedding with the uninvited.”

Zelda pleaded gently by putting her hands on his chest. “You have warned us about the Terrors ever since you spilt from the curse. We have taken all the precautions but not 1 terror has shown up yet. It’s been 13 years and waiting. You didn’t ruin Hilda’s wedding. You escorted her down the aisle after saving her groom from armed robbers. The 2 of you have been best friends ever since remember? Darling, please, you have to stop!”

But Faustus couldn’t stop; He was afraid if he stopped talking, he would give into the tears that were just below the surface and then he would never be dried eyed again. “Oh, and Lilith gave birth to a boy and called him Adam.”

“Easy fix. Lilith’s son is named Alexander and shortly after his birth, she met a man called Adam who was working for Emperor Blackwood. You just got your wires crossed on that 1.”

Rather than calm down, Faustus stiffened. “Oh goddess! Emperor Blackwood! Even if I had the power, why would I go around arresting witches? It makes no sense! For goddess’s sake, I’m a witch myself! And why would I spent so much time and energy to get rid of Sabrina? She’s such a sweet girl and we have made our peace.”

Zelda listened patiently. “Yes, I agree with you about Sabrina, but I have no idea what else you’re talking about. Blackwood took the title of Emperor when he stole Elizabeth’s throne, not you. As for arresting witches, well, my love, that simply never happened.”

“What of the weird sisters?” Faustus demanded.

“They’re fine,” Zelda assured him. “Prudence, Dorcus and Agatha are all fine.”

“No. Agatha was insane and was murdered by Prudence and Dorcus.”

“You cured Agatha of her insanity years ago and then all was forgiven, for her and for you.”

“And the other sisters?”

“What other sisters?” Asked a confused Zelda.

“Well, for 1, Rosalind Walker.”

“What?! Rosalind is a seer, not a witch. Never was, never will be.”

“And Mambo Marie? Or Baron S-something, as he turned out to be. He was a lord of the underworld, who was still in love with you.”

“What? Poppycock! Mambo Marie is still living in New Orleans. We know that because she got married last month. Prudence went to the wedding and we sent her off with a gift. Hecate, Faustus, you signed the card. We all did! I just got a lovely thank you card from Marie and her new wife the other day. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because I love you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t!” Faustus jumped away from the bed and from Zelda’s gentle touch. The tears finally started to fall. “I killed Sabrina! Or I helped her to her death when I tried to sacrifice her to the void so I could have it power for myself. You tricked me which made me blind and later, Prudence took a chainsaw, cut off my limbs and buried them at the 4 corners of the world and you were both right to do it!”

Zelda calmly got off the bed and went to her husband. “I don’t know what the void is, but I do know that Sabrina is fine. Yes, she is!” Zelda stressed when Faustus shook his head violently. “In fact, right before I came back in here to check on you, I just off the phone with her. Sabrina just got final approval for her new office and she wanted me to thank you.”

“Sabrina thank me? Whatever for?!”

“Perhaps because you helped her find the place? Or because you co-signed for the loan. Or because you gave the idea to be a therapist in the 1st place?”

“I did?”

“You did.” Zelda confirmed. “What about the other things you said? Are you blind now?”

“Only by my tears.” Faustus mumbled.

Zelda gently wiped his eyes for him. There. Now, what do you see?”

“What I always see when I look at you. The most beautiful woman, witch or mortal, in all the realms.” Zelda smiled at him and it would have been so damn easy to give in. Faustus wanted so badly to believe he could be this great guy who would live with this goddess who had owned his heart forever. He leaned in to kiss her but turned away at the last second. “No! I can’t! If I can dream all this, then I must still be dangerous.”

“Faustus- “

“Zelda, I’m going to leave now and you must promise me that if you ever even hear the name of Faustus Blackwood, you will run the other way!”

“Alright, I will.”

It broke his heart completely to hear her agree but it was for best. However, he only half turned before he felt Zelda’s hand on his arm.

“You know; Faustus Blackwood no longer exists. You are Faustus Spellman and this” Zelda leaned over and took a framed picture from the nightstand. “is Faustus Spellman’s family, taken not even 2 weeks ago.”

Faustus looked at the photo. They were all there. Him, Zelda, Hilda, Dr. C, Sabrina, Ambrose, Prudence, the twins, Judith and Ju-no, their names were LJ and Jake now. They were all smiling and happy. Then Faustus saw a face that was not in his dream at all. “Cordelia?”

“Of course, Cordelia.” Zelda smiled. “Our 12-year-old is probably downstairs right now, eating cereal and watching TV, like she does every Sunday. I love you, and I won’t let you throw away 13 years of your hard work to be mentally well. It was all a dream, Faustus. It means nothing. Everything’s fine. I really hate that it’s been over a decade and Edward’s curse still has the ability to haunt you like this.”

Faustus couldn’t quite hide a little smile. He was touched beyond words how Zelda thought of it as Edward’s curse, not his own. Still, he wasn’t sure. “How can I know that this isn’t the dream?” Faustus wondered. “What if I’m still stuck inside Blackwood?” That thought terrified him.

“Blackwood has been gone and buried for the last 12 years. Still, if you have to be convince that this isn’t a dream.”

“Ow,” Yet he smiled when Zelda pinched him.

His wife raised her eyebrow. “Not enough? Okay.” Zelda leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

During the kiss, Faustus felt Zelda unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Checking,” Zelda said matter of fact. “Earlier you mentioned Prudence cut your limbs off. If that actually happened, you would have scars.” She lowered his shirt and kissed around his shoulders. “No scars here. Wait, I need to check on something.”

“Where are you going?”

“On the night we buried Blackwood, I had to save your life with a binding spell. Which means that if you have a mark on your body, I have it on mine as well.” Zelda explained as she went to look in the mirror.

Faustus came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. “I was beheaded too, but your neck seems fine.” He gently brushed her hair aside and began kissing her neck.

“What about my shoulders?”

Faustus was still kissing her neck when he tugged off Zelda’s silk robe and let it fall to the floor. Then 1 at a time, he pulled down the straps of her nightgown. “Nothing here,” he reported. He claimed her lips with his own and then kissed her brow. “You know; I did say all 4 limbs.” Zelda felt a delightful shiver as Faustus let her nightgown fall to the floor. His long arms felt the front of her until he got to the limbs of her thighs. His fingers made quick work of her underwear, letting them fall as well. “You are perfection.” He whispered as he touched the most secret part of her.

As soon as she was able, Zelda turned around. “Now that I’m all checked out, let’s finish with you.” The pretense was dropped entirely after that, just like Faustus’s pants. They tumbled backwards onto the bed, clinging tightly to each other as they made love.

“I love you, Zelda.”

“I love you, Faustus.”

Faustus fell asleep quickly after their lovemaking. It was no surprise to Zelda. After all that dreaming in the night, he must have gotten very little rest. She kissed his forehead and whispered, “Sleep long, sleep sound. Let no more dreams come around.” Happy with her spell, Zelda got up, got dressed and started the phone calls.

Faustus awoke to the sounds of a busy kitchen. 1 look at the clock told him he had slept the day away. Just taking a shower and getting dressed made him feel better. He went downstairs and the 1st thing he saw was the weird sisters, who were setting the table.

Prudence looked up first. Although Faustus felt weary, her eyes and her smile were welcoming. “Hello, Father.”

“Hello, Mr. Spellman.” Agatha and Dorcus said together, in that unique weird sister way.

It was oddly comforting. “Hello, girls.” Faustus was still smiling when he felt a pat on his back.

He looked beside him to see Dr. C. “Hey buddy! Zelda called and said you had a rough night. We thought a nice family dinner would make you feel better.”

Faustus remained speechless but he walked into the kitchen with Dr. C. Then he saw the steel wrist band on Dr. C’s arm. “You still have the incubus?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Uh…never mind.”

They reached the kitchen where he saw more Spellmans readying dinner. Well, most of them. Ambrose was leaning against the island, casually reading a book and dipping his free hand into a food bowl, until LJ slapped his hand away.

“Father! You’re finally up, sleepyhead!” Jake tossed him a teasing smile as he carried the chopped carrots to the stove and dropped them into the pot that Hilda was stirring.

“Hey Dad,” the child’s comment was casual as she walked by him, carrying a side dish, bound for the dinning table. However, Faustus had to reach out and touch her, afraid she would disappear right before his eyes.

“Cordelia! You’re real!”

Her face, exactly like Zelda’s, clouded over in confusion. “Thanks? So are you?”

He watched her walk away and for the 1st time, Faustus thought that perhaps Zelda was right, perhaps it all had been just a dream! Then Faustus saw something that made his heart drop into his stomach. A very much alive Vinegar Tom got off his dog bed and went to his food bowl. Of course, he had no problem with the dog being alive. Heaven, when he first heard of the familiar’s death, his gut instinct was to run and comfort Zelda, yet he couldn’t because he was still married to Constance at the time. No, the problem was that Tom’s life was Marie’s final gift before returning to the underworld. If that part of the dream was real surely everything else was real too.

Faustus was still trying to sort fact from fiction when an arm came around his waist and Zelda kissed him. “Feeling better, darling?”

“Vinegar Tom is alive?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“Humor me, dearest, please?” Faustus begged.

“Well,” Zelda’s voice lowered to a whisper. “As you know, I cried hardest for Tom on his birthday and you always do your best to comfort me. But 3 years ago, when she was 9, Cordy must have heard us for later, when we went downstairs, we found her petting Tom’s stuffed form.”

“Yes!” The memory struck Faustus’s brain like lighting. “I managed to get Cordelia out of the room, but you called me back a moment later, Vinnie was alive. We didn’t know how to explain it to Cordy, so you kept Tom at the academy for a few weeks. When Vinnie came back, we told Cordelia that he was a new dog, named Vinegar Tom as tribute.”

“Yes! That’s exactly what happened.”

Faustus was smiling at his wife when his feet felt warm. He looked down to see Vinnie sitting on his shoes. He picked up the dog and, together with Zelda, petted him. “I’m glad you have your soul mate back.”

“I’m glad I have both my soul mates back.”

“You said that to me before. The night VT came back.”

5 minutes later, with everyone around the table, Faustus finally realized who was missing. G He was about ask when the front door opened.

“Hi all. Sorry I’m late.”

Before he realized he was doing it, Faustus ran to her and hugged her. “Sabrina!”

“Hi Uncle Faustus. Nice to see you too.”

“Your tongue! For the love of Hecate, please show me your tongue!”

“O-okay.” Sabrina spit out her tongue.

“Pink and normal. Yes!”

“What’s with him?” Asked Sabrina.

Zelda came up behind her husband. “Your uncle had an awful dream last night. I’m afraid he’s still recovering.”

“Oh, well, don’t worry, it’s just a dream.” Sabrina kissed his cheek.

Faustus was still feeling his cheek when Zelda took his hand and led him back to the table. “1 more question, have any of you ever felt like you ever on a tv show?”

#caos #Caoz #chapter 15 #fanfic #zelda spellman and faustus blackwood #spellwood #hilda spellman #dr. c #ambrose spellman #sabrina spellman #prudence night #weird sisters #cordelia spellman #Lj spellman #jake spellman #mambo marie #vinager tom #fic fix

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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AU where Piper doesn't give up the godhood and instead disappears to parts unknown to cause chaos. Leo, up in Elderland, is drowning himself in his work as an escape. Phoebe, unable to deal with the trauma of losing yet another family member to magic, swears off magic and moves to Hong Kong with Jason. Paige is left trying to raise Wyatt and fight demons with only Chris for support.

yoooo fuckin grunge rendition & a perfect kickoff for a dark future tho in this dark future i don’t think it’s be like Evil Wyatt™ i think it’s be more like the world falls out of balance with the charmed ones severed and piper’s off fucking up shit i think we’ll put paige & henry together somehow in this au but like eventually they’re gonna have to leave the manor bc it’s such a seat of power and without the charmed ones they’re really vulnerable so henry’s like okay well i know you haven’t spoken with your sister in like almost a year but don’t you think it’s time let’s just go there so paige is like alright everyone pack your bags and chris is like i’m not going and paige is like what don’t be ridiculous of course you’re going and chris is like no i’ll stay here and protect the manor and paige is like you’ll die and chris is like i’m dying anyways. well, ceasing to exist, more like and paige is all like what sudden plot device are you springing on me now and chris is like well um in short i kinda fucked up and paige is like noah fence but i sorta got that when you made piper a god with no plan to get it out of her and chris is like yes okay i mean like globally i fucked up there but like on a personal level i also sorta fucked up? yeah. piper’s my mom. and paige is like !!!!!!! okay What??? and chris is like i needed to get close to the charmed ones to stop the dark future from happening i figured i could pose as your whitelighter you know stop the world from turning evil but that meant i had to get rid of leo. my dad. and paige is like okay i Need to sit down what the fuck What The Fuck and you did all this- and you- and now everything’s worse- and chris is like if it’s any consolation i’m pretty sure i at least got us off the evil dictator wyatt timeline and paige is like WHAT and chris is like yeah :/ but you’re- you’re doing a great job paige. if anyone can fix this, you can. sorry. and paige like goes downstairs and henry has wyatt and like a duffel and is like where’s chris and paige is like he’s staying behind and henry’s like what he can’t and paige is like no. he can. let’s go. and she orbs them out meanwhile chris’s math is telling him he’s got like a week maybe a week and a half til his conception so if there’s any time to use witchcraft it’s now i guess and he begins a ritual to tether him to the house. as long as it still stands, he’ll still be with it, guarding it from evil. it takes him almost a week to get the spell right, but he does it, unknowingly fusing himself with the nexus in the process. leo notices paige is gone and the house is empty and orbs in fearing the worst, only to find a chris that isn’t entirely chris well more like he is entirely chris and then some. he can tell he’s fused with the nexus. he’s also see-through, stuck permanently in the fade out of existence, but not to truly die until the house is gone. and leo has nothing to say. he has nothing to say bc everything here is his fault and this is all his doing and oh my god the world is falling apart and now there’s a ghost chris haunting the manor and he’ll never see his wife again and oh my god so he just sorta sits down in defeat and chris sorta sits down next to him like sorry i fucked all this up and leo’s like it’s not your fault. i did this and chris is like you can’t take all the blame i made the moves to put you in that position and leo’s like yeah and i still made them gods that was my own choice. and chris is like. did beat the titans tho. and leo’s like yeah lmao looks like we saved the world huh and chris is like yeah. it’s only going up from here. and it’s quiet for a minute and chris is like can i need to tell you something and leo’s like okay and chris is just like quiet and leo’s like are you actually gonna tell me and chris is like yeah but then he’s quiet again and leo’s just sorta like gonna sit there like let him take his time and they just like Sit There and after a while chris is like i’m your son and you know it’s not like leo was necessarily expecting anything but he really wasn’t expecting That and leo’s like like you’re my. like my son, like me & piper’s. son. and chris is like yeah :/ and leo’s just like oh. sorry. and chris is like for what? and leo’s like you had to come back to save the future clearly i fucked that one up to and chris is like no you didn’t. you... and leo’s like what and chris is like you never stopped believing in good. and he’s not entirely sure why he’s saying all this bc up until this very moment he thought that was his father’s biggest flaw and it’s what he hated about him but like right now. like what else can they really do but hope for the good in people. and leo’s like were we close? and chris is like no not really. and leo’s like oh :( and they just sit there. and after a while the elders chime and leo’s like i gotta go i guess. and chris is like yeah. and leo’s like i’m not giving up. not yet. we can still save the future. and chris just looks over at his dad and like leo means it like he’s got this look in his eyes this newfound fire and it sorta makes chris hope too and leo tries to pat chris on the shoulder but his hand sorta just waves through him but chris almost smiles like he gets the sentiment and leo orbs out and for the first time in like a long time chris just. cries. over in hong kong phoebe is hosting paige and henry (& baby wyatt) and she’s being cordial but it’s obvious she’s on edge and she’s practically begging paige to stay with her, to bind her magic. they’re protected and cloaked and they can live a normal life like they always wanted and paige is like i never wanted a normal life. i don’t want to live in a world without magic, i don’t want to live in a world without my sisters and phoebe’s like a world with magic is a world without your sisters. i should know. please don’t let it take you too.

okay this keeps going for another 3000 words i have no self restraint. the rest is under the cut

and paige really has to grapple with that because it’s sort of true. either she hides or she goes down fighting because it doesn’t seem like she can make it out of this one alive. and she knows if it was just her, she’d fight. she’d fight to the bitter end but it’s not just her it’s her and henry and baby wyatt it’s not just her. so it’s not just her decision to make. and phoebe says she can stay as long as she wants so long as she doesn’t practice any magic. demons can’t really track them if they never actively use their magic, and with the most basic wards phoebe set up, they’re practically invisible to the other side (jason has been informed about magic but he stays on a need to know basis). & paige hates it. i mean for starters she’s miles from home in a foreign country and while she still has her whitelighter gift of omnilingualism she sees phoebe tense up whenever she speaks mandarin so she stops using it around the house. and jason’s place is really nice and spacious and it’s not like they’re all living on top of one another but like paige feels insanely cooped up and she keeps watching the news and sees all these things happening and they’re like wow this is so unexplainable. experts are baffled. no scientific explanation. and she knows it’s magic and she knows she has to do something about it and henry can sense she’s getting antsy and he wants her to know that no matter what she chooses he’s behind her 100% and paige is like no it’s way too dangerous and henry’s like i don’t care paige i’m not going to sit on the sidelines and do nothing especially if this is as dangerous as you say it is and paige is like i can’t let you get hurt and henry’s like you don’t think i feel the same way? if we go down, we’re going down together. i’m with you in this. for better or worse. and paige is like okay. but just one thing first. and henry’s ready to argue to put up a fight but is completely caught off guard when paige says marry me. and phoebe is overjoyed to have a wedding and like jason’s completely willing to cover the whole thing because he hasn’t seen phoebe smile like this since piper went missing but paige and henry really don’t want all the bells and whistles so they just have a super lowkey ceremony in the living room which to be fair is huge & extravagant and has a beautiful view of the hong kong skyline and phoebe’s feeling like this happiness and hope that she hasn’t felt in such a long time and she even lets paige conjure a wedding dress even though paige said she was fine just getting married in one of phoebe’s nice white dresses phoebe’s like no this is your special day this is your wedding it should be yours it should be you and paige smiles and gives her a hug and even though phoebe’s powers are bound she can feel this tug from her empathy as if it’s trying to bubble to the surface. so blah blah blah paige and henry get married and they’re getting ready to like you know do their best to try to save the world namely to get piper back and they’re leaving wyatt with phoebe and jason but paige pulls phoebe aside like come with us. piper’s your sister too, you can save her. and phoebe’s like i can’t. i couldn’t then, i can’t now, i’m not strong enough. and paige is like i think that’s bullshit i think you are strong enough i think you’re just scared. and phoebe’s like paige you might think you know me but you don’t know me that well. i’m not scared; i’m terrified. and if i was strong enough, i’d stop you. i’d stop you from going on a suicide mission and i’d stop you from leaving me the last man standing but if there’s one thing it seems i’ve never been strong enough to do it’s save my sisters. and paige is like you saved me. way back in s4, you saved me. you are strong enough. come with me. and phoebe’s like i can’t blah blah blah henry’s been talking with jason because jason’s like oh are you gonna go save the world and henry’s like nah i’m probably just gonna die and jasons like oh. . is that like your game plan? and henry’s like paige is gonna try to find piper. she hopes if she can bring her back, she can fix the balance. and jasons like bring her back from where and henry sorta sighs that sigh that you sigh when you’re in way over your head and he’s like godhood and jason’s like excuse me and henry like yeah know all the freak storms that have been happening lately and jason’s like that’s piper? and henry’s like yeah and jason’s like shit. and he sort looks over at phoebe who’d like now in the kitchen and she’s got a death grip on a mug of tea and looks like she’s trying not to feel anything and henry looks over at paige who’s like basically putting on her war paint and stocking up on potion ingredients and this that and the other and both these lads know this situations fucked up and jason’s like look not that i’m trying to rush you off to your death but and henry’s like great start and jason’s like i own a satellite company or some bullshit blah blah blah basically we’ve been tracking these storms trying to figure out where the next one’s gonna hit and henry’s you can track piper. and jason’s like. yeah. i had no idea, but yeah. and henry’s like where’s the next one gonna be and jason makes a call blah blah blah it’s all in mandarin so henry has no idea what’s going on and jason’s like it looks like you have home field advantage. the next one’s gonna be in san francisco. and so paige and henry orb back to the manor and paige is like brewing potions like nobody’s business and henry’s like so what’s the plan and paige is like uhh to be perfectly frank there is no plan we’re just gonna wing it try to talk her down and if that doesn’t work... and henry’s like if that doesn’t work? paige is like try to stop her. and henry nods and paige is like it’s not too late to back out. and henry’s like not a chance. and paige is like brewing potions when chris floats in a paige is so shocked she almost blows up the whole attic adding an ingredient to a potion. and chris is like what’re you doing here? and paige is like you still exist? and henry’s like wait what does that mean? why can i see through you? and chris is like i tethered myself to the house. as long as it’s here i’m here. and paige is like that works?? and henry’s like you’re a ghost?? and chris is like i don’t think so. dad- leo says i’m the nexus. and paige is like you’re the nexus??? and henry’s like leo’s your father??? and paige is like yeah wait circle back you’ve talked to leo?????? and chris is like is like yes to all but can you answer my question and paige is like what was your question and chris is like why are you here and paige is like oh. and she’s looking at all her potions and like wondering whether or not she should tell chris she's here to throw hands with his mom when henry cuts in and says piper’s coming. and chris is like what? how do you know? and henry’s like jason’s weather tracking. a giant storm’s gonna hit in an hour, maybe two if we’re lucky. and with it- is gonna be my mom. and chris is like okay. what’s the plan. and paige is like there is no plan. and chris is like what do you mean there’s no plan? and henry’s like we’re gonna try to talk her down. chris is like and if that doesn’t work? and paige is like well then we try not to die. and chris is like well what are you going to say and paige is like ...i don’t know yet. it’ll come to me in the moment. and chris is like you’re joking and paige is like well do you have a better idea? and chris is like orbs out but when he does it’s like polluted with a dark smoke that paige recognizes as the nexus and she’s just like god this is so fucked up and then like lightning strikes and thunder rumbles and rain starts falling down and henry’s like i think it’s about to get worse. and paige like grabs a fistful of potions and she’s like you ready? and henry’s like there’s no one i’d rather face the end of the world with and takes her hand and they go out to the front steps of the manor and paige starts yelling to the sky like piper! piper it’s your sister! it’s paige! please come talk to me! piper! and like she and henry are already soaked to the bone and lightning strikes and brings down a tree near the side of the house but henry and paige stay standing and paige is like piper i’m not going anywhere! you’re my family; i’m not leaving! and piper’s like i don’t have a family. and she’s like a far cry from the party city goddess we saw in the season five her hair is long and wild and there seems to be vines growing intertwined with it and he dress has been soaked with mud and seawater and earth so many times it’s now like a fucked up brown and it’s got rips and tears that have been patched over by moss that seems to grow out of her skin and when she moves the earth seems to bend towards her. meanwhile in hong kong jason’s like why didn’t you tell me it was piper and phoebe’s like what and jason’s like this the world ending the apocalypse why didn’t you tell me it was piper? and phoebe’s like would it have made a difference? and jason’s like yes! phoebe she’s your sister, she means the world to you and phoebe’s like she’s not my sister anymore and jason’s like what and phoebe’s like that thing inside her, that power, it’s taken over. it’s not piper; piper would never do this. and she just sorta starts crying and jason pulls her in close and phoebe’s just like it’s not piper. i wish i had piper. and jason’s like i think you should go. with paige. i think you should go save her. and phoebe’s like what? and jason’s like i’ll watch wyatt. i can get you off the ground within the hour and have you land the as close as you can to san francisco, and i’ll- i’ll get a car to be there for you can you can drive the rest of the way but phoebe you need to be there. and phoebe’s like to do what? and jason’s like to tell her how much you need her. and phoebe just sort of wipes off her tears and is like okay and jason’s like i call the pilot and phoebe’s like there’s no time. i just need some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root. and jason’s like what? and phoebe’s already like dragging stuff down from the cabinets and mixing it all in a bowl and like grabs a knife and jason’s just sorta like !!! and phoebe’s you know like power of the witches rise / course unseen across the skies / magic that i must unbind / a lost sister i must find and she looks over and jason and she’s terrified and jason kisses her and says i love you and phoebe says i love you too and she cuts open her finger spilling blood and chants blood to blood i call to you / blood to blood i return to and like a swirl of witches orbs and she’s gone and jason just hopes she comes back bc he’s got a ring ready for her when she does. and phoebe finds herself in the manor in the middle of what feels like a hurricane. and she can hear paige screaming outside. you do have a family, piper! we’re your family. and she hears piper scream and the earth shift and phoebe’s terrified like she might actually have a panic attack like terrified and she wonders if she should just go home where it’s safe but she looks around and. she is home. this is her home. and she can’t run anymore. and paige is still trying to talk piper down like wyatt still needs you! your son, wyatt, he needs his mother! and phoebe just hears a crashing sound and henry yelling like paige we need to get inside. and paige is like i’m staying right here! you hear that, piper? you’re gonna have to kill me, because there’s no way i’m leaving you! and phoebe like runs out in the pouring rain because she’s like 90% sure piper is about to kill paige so she just like. throws herself in front of paige, placing herself firmly between her and piper and yells piper! piper this isn’t you! you’re not a god you’re a charmed one! you’re my sister! you’re our family! and piper stops moving and it looks like tears might be running down her face but it might just be the torrential rain and phoebe starts walking towards her like you were there. when i was born. right in the living room piper you have been with me every second of my life! you taught me how to ride a bike! you let me back in after i ran away! and when i had lost myself to the greatest evil, when i thought i could never come back, you saved me, piper. come back. and she’d like a few feet away from piper and she can see how much this women changed how inhuman she’s become but it doesn’t matter bc she can still see piper and she just repeats like come back piper. come home. and thunder stops rumbling and the wind stops howling but it’s still a downpour of rain and paige hands all of her potions over to henry and runs over to piper and piper looks like a cornered animal and she just looks scared. she looks scared and angry and upset and she’s looking to phoebe and paige like she’s begging them to have the answers and paige is like you have a family. we’re your family. and piper’s like no. my family is gone. and phoebe’s like we’re right here. and piper words are just catching in her throat and she can’t even speak and when she hears the words i’m sorry, i should have never left you. the rain just stops all together and as she turns around to see leo her dress starts to disintegrate deteriorating like it would if it wasn’t held together by magic and she’s looking at leo like she can’t believe her eyes and leo just holds out his hands and is like i miss you, more than words can tell i miss you and i love you i never stopped i’ll never stop, piper... and there’s this insane amount of lightning and it just crackles everywhere and henry calls out because he’s sure paige just got fried and the whole place smells like ozone and when it clears and eyes adjust it’s piper, still a god, but different. moss no longer grows from her skin and vines don’t sprout from her hair, her ruined gown is back to a pristine white, and she’s holding leo’s hands. and leo’s just like come back home piper. and she hugs him, still crying as the essence of a god leaves her body. and phoebe and paige immediately make this a group hug completely forgetting boundaries bc like it’s piper again and they have waited so long to see piper again and piper just sort of. laughs, mixed in with a sob. and they all hold her so so super tight and she’s like okay people. can you let me breathe and uhh like Everyone is crying a lil bit (save for henry who’s just like. a lil bit confused) and piper goes back into the manor and sees like nexus!chris and she’s like woah why are you a ghost and chris is like it doesn’t matter. i’m gonna- i’m gonna go move on. it seems like the future’s saved, so... and leo’s like you don’t have to go. you could stay. and chris is like this isn’t my world. i’ve been clinging onto existence for too long, it’s time to let go and leo like looks at chris and he knows that he’s made up his mind and there’s no changing it so he just goes in to give chris a hug and when he does he actually cna make contact and he squeezes him tight and chris’s final words are just i love you, dad before he fades out of existence and piper’s like i’m sorry. dad? and leo’s like yeah um it’s a long story and piper’s like uh huh. and paige is like also i got married! and henry’s like hi. and piper’s like uh huh! okay! and she turns to phoebe like any surprises from you? and phoebe’s like no. um i’ve been going to a lot of therapy. and piper’s just like. alrighty then. and she’s sorta looking around the house and it’s sorta a shitshow like it’s been near destroyed by the storm and she’s just like you know looking around like fuck i really did all this oh god i just did like a lot of this i did a lot of damage around the world and leo notices her and is like. you know. by magic done can be magic undone. and piper’s like excuse me? and leo’s like whatever you did as a god. it can be reversed. it won’t change the memories of the time lost but... and piper’s just sort of nodding and she’s like it sounds like we’ll need the power of three and paige is like i can’t tell you how good it feels to hear that again and the girls all hold hands and close their eyes and phoebe starts off like a world out of balance a sisterhood broken / reunited and healed with these words spoken and paige is like we call on the power of three to guide us / drawing on good magic to save us from crisis and piper’s like to reverse the damage and harm that was done / we three witches ask as one and like top it off with an in unison as we will it / so mote it be and like you know a soft gold light like pours out and flows over everything you know the clouds part and the sun shines and the trees right themselves and glass repairs itself and henry’s like woahhh bc like he’s never seen magic on this level before and paige can’t help but smile and she kisses him and like piper’s with leo and phoebe’s like word. cue the screech of burning rubber sound of pounding footsteps and desperate knocking on the door and phoebe’s like i’ll get that i guess and she opens the door to find jason dean red faced and out of breath on her doorstep and phoebe’s like surprised and she goes in to hug him but as soon as he sees her he like drops to one knee and still trying to catch his breath pulls out a ring like phoebe halliwell will you marry me? and phoebe’s like !!! yes! and like jason’s driver comes up the front steps holding baby wyatt and he’s sorta hovering behind like is this jason’s baby he seems a lil busy right now i guess i’ll keep holding this kid when wyatt sees piper and is like mama! and orbing right out of that man’s handing into piper’s arms and jason’s like yeah uh pretend you didn’t see that and the drivers like yeah. i’m gonna go wait in the car. blah blah blah happy ending wyatt telekinetically closes the door.

#4.6k which i think is a new record #i was definitely initially gonna answer this with a paragraph #but then i had Ideas #someone hire me plz #charmed #au #💌

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derekscorner · 4 years ago

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I had to research Corrins family tree

Ok, so, I’m near the end of my Awakening runs and about to dive into Fates cause I’m insane but before doing so I just HAD to look up Corrin’s biology because more than one thing was not adding up for me. lol

At the end of this research I’ve decided to share what many likely already know because this is so full of convolution it’s hilarious to me. Ready? Here we go~

Hoshidan Siblings

The first discovery is that these guys aren’t even Corrins “birth family”. lol All four are Corrins step-siblings via marriage.

The only one old enough to know this is mr Lobster man himself it seems. lol

Nohrian Siblings

This is the most straightforward one on the list since these guys father just kidnapped Corrin as a baby....they also seem to be the most popular among you guys? Or is that just because of titty milf? I guess I’ll found out myself in a week or two.

Momma Fates

You’re probably wondering why I didn’t consider this one the most straightforward of Corrins kin since she is the biological mother. Well that’s because of the lazily explained lore my dude!

Apparently, Mikoto is from Valle and escaped the kingdom when Anankos went on his rampage. She arrived sometime later in Hoshida with the baby Corrin. The king and queen took pity and allowed her sanctuary.

At some point, after the king and his wife had their four children, yet before Corrin was still a yout’, she married the king as his second wife. She eventually became as loved as the former king & queen and rules the country with the aid of her step son.

OH BUT THERE’S MORE!

Momma Milkies

Apparently, this woman, one of the queen consorts of Nohr’s king, Azura’s very own mother, was the “sister” of Mikoto.

Granted, I can’t find anything that exactly states they’re sisters of blood but the fact they considered each other family or in a sisterhood of some kind is important.

She ran away with Mikoto with her own daughter but ended up in Nohr...somehow(?).

Azura

So going by this information that makes Azura Mikoto’s niece. This can explain why she was kept unharmed in Hoshido though I currently lack the context of how she got there.

But more importantly, my dear shippers, that means she’s Corrins first cousin. I mean sure, it may not be biological but oh well. You kids keep on pursing that closer kin deeper in logic.

(jokes aside, do kinda feel bad for her from what story I know lol)

Dragon Daddy

And here, this is the whole reason I started this dive into Fates bullshit to begin with. I really wanted to know why Corrin was a dragon when all their family is either adopted and their mother is human, then I found this guy.

This man here is Corrins biological father, a splinter of Anankos. Anankos, being a dragon, chose to cling to his corporeal form despite the risk of degradation and when this struggle against insanity gave out the human Anankos was born.

Despite his insanity, what was left of Anankos’ benevolence broke away forming this man. Initially amnesiac, he later settles down with a human woman (Mikoto) fathering Corrin.

After his memories returned he did the best he could to stop...well himself. The escape of Corrin, Azura, and their mothers was his doing as was the summoning of Severa, Owain, and Inigo.

He eventually died trying to stop Anankos madness. Quite tragic, I am saddened the games didn’t use this better.

Ananokos

Technically the same as the guy above but I included it anyway because Anankos isn’t just a dragon or even a divine dragon. Oh no. Anankos is a “primordial dragon”.

Meaning, on top of all bullshit Corrin’s got going on, their father isn’t even a normal dragon. Corrins father is a primordial entity, a god in lesser words. And you guys thought Byleth’s ‘chosen one’ bullshit was bad. lol....no wait ain’t this just the same plot- *shot*

Surprise I’m your sister bi*ch

This one shocked me the most. Of alllll the cast that worships the ground Corrin walks on, this girl right here is the only sibling that is truly of blood to Corrin.

And no, it’s not that simple. Mikoto didn’t birth this girl, Anankos (the evil dragon half) did what all primordial beings do in myth and just...spawned her?

Tbh, the more I read the more interesting she was compared to the royals. Her birth also doesn’t bother me too much because more than one myth have primordial beings just spawning children or consorts.

Her story is also a bit sad. She was sent to kill the human Anankos but she was swayed by the unconditional fatherly love he showed in contrast to the abuse of dragon Anankos.

She was watching over Corrin due to this display. She ran off to find her sibling and guard them after the human Anankos died. The games should’ve did more there but I hear they dont.

Kana

Lastly, I’ll end this post and my poor jokes on Kana. Kana themselves makes the most sense. Corrin had a baby, that’s it.

Of course, the whole forced Deep Realms mechanic is...um...”meh” I guess? But of all the cast I look forward to this one the most. I’m told Kana is Corrin but done good. (or “good” for fates)

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Okay rambles done. Good bye for now~

#fe #fire emblem fates

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 142

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Keith was still drunk. Waking his boyfriend, Keith squinted at the world with a pained groan. Lance having taken the cannula out so Keith couldn’t hurt himself with it. Seeing their big blow up had been about 1pm, Matt had brought Keith back about 3pm, and they’d had dinner at 7:30pm, his boyfriend had had about 4 and a half hours sleep when Lance woke him up at 8:30pm after watching Keith sleep and staying close in case of nightmare. Lance wanted him to fall back to sleep while he went for his walk, but then Keith latched on, arms around his waist, face pushed up against Lance’s belly, and shook his head. Lance found he didn’t really mind if it was Keith joining him. His boyfriend wouldn’t push, even if he needed those little pushes to keep working on his mental health. Keith had been so hurt to learn Miriam passed suddenly, and he’d blown up. A walk along the beach sounded like what they needed, especially when Lance liked to be gone for hours at a time.

Bundling Keith up, Keith’s walk was more a stagger. Normally Lance would nap longer and go later, but with Keith around he had think of him first. Instead of holding hands, they had their arms around each other’s waists. Keith leaning into him, both carrying their shoes

“Babe, if you want to go back, it’s okay”

“Nah... Fresh air is supposed to be good”

“Mmm, but maybe when you’re not drunk”

“I only had... I think... 9 shots...”

“You should be black out passed out then”

“But then I’d miss seeing you... I love you”

“I know you do”

“I didn’t mean to get so drunk, but... Mami’s gone and I don’t know what to do without her”

Keith had such a soft heart

“She loved you. She was so proud of you. I can say that because she told me at least a dozen times and would always ask if I’d heard from you and how you were and what you were up to”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk much in Rome. It was fucking bullshit! All fucking day going over the same shit again and again and sitting there listening, over and over and over. I was going insane. It was like... if they could just meet you. None of their holier than pious bullshit about all vampires being human enemies. It was like, I wanted to hit them all. You were so brave and they were like “Your opinion doesn’t count! You knocked him up! You betrayed our holier than thou ancient institution. Fuck them. You’re like the best man out of all us”

Keith was drunk enough to let these things slide off his tongue, and sobering up enough to groan at his voice getting louder

“How... did you... convince them that...”

Keith shook his head at Lance’s hesitant question

“Allura. She got so super angry that they couldn’t do anything. She like laid out all the facts about you how you’d never drunk from a living person and how you worked helping people and how I’m the reason you turned and how if they took my soulmate away, VOLTRON would no longer cooperate and how they’d lose peace with the covens and packs and basically I was terrified of her”

She’d do that for him?

“No way...”

“Yes way. We love you, you idiot crumpet. Even Matt and Rieva came back. They gathered the others when we had to go rescue stupid Loturd”

Now they were getting closer to Keith finally telling him everything that happened, instead of him telling him in pieces

“How did that happen?”

“Well because Sendak was dead all these vampires started playing up in Zarkon’s territory. Like, he must have sent word about his return then didn’t come back and Lotor went ahead and promptly got himself in trouble. Then Matt and Rieva rallied their allies like Rieva’s mum and dad are hella connected. Like way too connected and we couldn’t just fly up there so we had make our way up all sneaky sneaky, and I kept wanting to go home, but I had to be a good person. My head hurts thinking about it. It was like total shit”

And there keith went. Walking straight for the goal, only to veer off at the last moment, literally. His boyfriend nearly falling over gesturing wildly with his free arm

“Okay. Okay, calm down. It sucked”

“It did! Mum had to do Blade stuff and she came late. And like, we had a whole bunch of us. James and the wolf pack like really like Matt”

“You’re saying “like” an awful lot”

“I like you...”

Lance could have facepalmed. Still, Keith being rude and angry was proving to remind him of all the things he loved about his little anger loaf

“I like you, too. What happened next?”

“That fucktard, hear that Lotor, you’re a fuck-knuckle! Well he got on the bad side of mum and dad evil. Allura went and introduced herself and us, you know how she is, no one can’t love Allura. She’s like the bomb. You should have Zarkon’s mansion. It was like... huge... So we had to find him and the others and like Ezor was pissed. Zethrid kept making jokes... she was disappointed you weren’t there... and she kept touching my hair. I don’t like it”

Lance sighed to himself. Maybe this was a conversation for him and “sober Keith” to have. Because right now, nothing made any sense. How did they get in if they had all these people? How did they get Lotor out? Where was Honerva? Was Lotor okay? Was he now ruling Zarkon’s territory? And what happened to Allura? Was her heart broken all over again. He sincerely hoped not. Allura was like a sister to him. Her happiness well and truly deserved ten times over. Keith gesturing wildly again had Lance pulling him up tighter

“Babe, you need to calm...”

Keith cut him off with a very frustrated groan

“Then when we do get out, that Zarkon decides he’s gonna kill Lotor, and Lotor’s like “ya’ll never loved my arsehole as it was”. Fucker threw me off the balcony like I was nothing when I tried to stab him. Fucking busted my ribs up and then I was saved by James! James! He was all like “you could take a lesson from your boyfriend”. Wanker. Managed to shoot Zarkon but he didn’t care”

Maybe he should have been recording this? No. It was probably safer not to. Keith would feel utterly humiliated, instead of lovingly teased, even if Lance was the only one to ever hear the recording. Keeping calm, he tried not to let his heart hurt as much as it did that Keith gotten himself hurt again

“Sounds like a lot happened”

His boyfriend groaned at him

“You have no idea... ugh, can we sit for a bit? I feel sick”

“You’re not going to throw up on me again, are you?”

Keith shook his head, with another groan

“I can’t even remember throwing up... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have drunk so much...”

“You’ve got a lot going on”

“But so do you... I mean, I wasn’t here for three months! Who does that to the man they love?!”

“Babe, it’s okay. Here, calm down and we’ll sit up here away from the water”

“Three months isn’t okay”

Keith cooperated with him, Lance getting him seated a little way past the high tide mark. Sitting beside his boyfriend, Keith dropped his head to rest on Lance’s shoulder

“I feel so messed up”

“Tequila will do that”

“I was all ready to come home to you and you weren’t even there”

“I know, but babe, you know it wasn’t three months”

“Yes it was. Fucking December, January and now its February. That’s three”

Oh. His poor sweet boyfriend. Keith felt guilty for missing a month he’d only missed a day or two, an entirely different thing to missing the whole month. Gently, Lance tried to break it to him

“Babe, it was December and January. It was only in January and like a day in February that I didn’t hear from you”

“It’s three months”

“It’s two, babe. You didn’t leave on the first of December and even if you did, it wouldn’t be three months until next month. I promise”

“Then why’s there three?”

“Because you’re overthinking”

“Felt like three years...”

Three years without Keith... He barely made it two. His heart really would have broken repair of his boyfriend was gone that long

“I would have punched you in the dick if you left me alone for that long”

“I would have punched me in the dick too... Lance, I think I’m talking too much”

“Maybe a little, but that’s okay. You have a lot you want to tell me”

“I didn’t think you’d talk to me... it got all weird and shit last night”

“A little weird, but that’s okay now”

“Is it? Because... like I feel like I’m talking too much”

Lance ducked his head, stifling a laugh. His ego had really settled down since Keith came. It wasn’t trying to push its ugly head to the surface, well, it kind of was, but maybe because Keith as his calm that it settled

“You’re not. Do you like the beach?”

“I want to go swimming but I don’t want to get wet”

This time Lance let himself laugh. His boyfriend had a serious dilemma with that one. Huffing, Keith elbowed him lightly

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m laughing because you’re very cute”

“Shut up. I’m not cute. I’m manly”

“Very manly. But you’re not swimming tonight. Not with alcohol in your system and sharks in the water”

“I’ll fight them”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Tell me more about Rome?”

Keith flopped back with a deep sigh

“It was soooo long. Court all day. You would have loved it. All the legal stuff. They were all like “He eliminated a serious threat!”, and I was like “damn right, that’s my man””

Keith shouldn’t sound so proud...

“I bet you didn’t say that out loud”

“Shiro told me I had to behave. Seriously. Like the first three weeks was all legal stuff and I didn’t understand half of it. Then they wanted to put you on probation again, but Coran sent you into hiding so they were like, he’s disappeared now. Then they were like “should we summon him?”. Curtis had to give the most evidence because he always tells the truth and I nearly hit him”

Why would Keith be hitting Curtis?

“Why?”

“He was telling them all the best bits about you and I missed you even more”

“Oh, babe. I’m sure not everything he said was good”

“No. He admitted he confirmed the pregnancy. He told them how Lotor tried to say it was his kid, then the beat him up until he told them it was me and that we were having twins. I could have hit him but, he couldn’t help it. He told them you worked your hardest to save him. And that you only flipped out because Sendak tried to kill me. There’s this whole complication when it’s a hunter involved, then there’s this other complication when witches are involved. They didn’t seem fussed that Sendak had Lotor. I think they’d have preferred he killed him. Just to make it all pretty against Zarkon. Zarkon sent two vampires down to give evidence that Sendak was a warrior, but honestly they didn’t seem to give two shits and I’m pretty sure they didn’t make it back to Zarkon. And I’m pretty sure Zarkon only sent them because he thought they’d die. Vampire culture is whack. No offence, babe, it really is”

Zarkon probably sent pets to feed his vampires... Lance didn’t want to know, but he did

“Did Honerva have pets?”

“Some. Some happy to be freed, some came back to Rome. Some... didn’t”

Meaning they’d prefer to die with her. A vampire fae was no joke. She’d probably been in their heads. Turning things in her favour. Coran and Allura could definitely change a mood with just a touch, if they wanted. They really were on another level. How they’d face Zarkon alone and survived scared him thinking of the fallout from taking down the guy who was probably the most powerful vampire alive. There’d be so much uproar. So many cover ups. But the Blades would probably be too busy pinning medals on each other’s chests to care about the long term death. It was like an ecosystem. Sometimes predators were the only thing that kept normal numbers from exploding and consuming too many resources. Zarkon would have the “loyalty” of the many, even if that loyalty came from fear. The domino of Sendak’s death had set off the chain reaction that now left gaping power vacuums. Had there been some kind of chance for him and Honerva to change their ways? Or had ego driven them both to insanity with only monsters inside human skin left

Okay. He wasn’t going to focus on what had been found in Honerva’s lab. His overactive imagination provided enough mental images of boxes of human remains left

“You said Curtis got hurt?”

“He and Shiro lead a team to Honerva’s lab, with Rieva and Mum... Honerva turned her magic against on Curtis, the demon in him stronger now. He’s still him, he just... has issues”

“Like my issues or Matt’s issues?”

“He’s thirsty for Shiro, but I guess yours because you care about people and don’t like your ego... He gets these moments where... he’s not seeing anything in our world. It’s kind of creepy”

“I’m sure Coran will know what to do”

“Yeah. Shiro thinks maybe now the demon is stronger that Coran might be able to rip it out”

That’d be awesome if he could. Lance wanted Shiro and Curtis to have the same kind of disgusting love as him and Keith

“I hope so... Curtis deserves more than having his mind under attack”

Keith reached up, pulling Lance down beside him in the sand. There was going to be sand everywhere now, and he didn’t want a third shower for the day... whelp, it sucked fo be hurt

“He’ll be fine. Hey, can we have Christmas when we get home? I got you a present”

Lance was caught of guard. He assumed they’d moved past Christmas and none of their friends would care for it

“It’s February”

“So? I want to see everyone again and eat lots of food then vege out with you”

“You do that anyway”

“Mmm, but we didn’t get to have Christmas... and you were sick”

“Morning sickness”

“You haven’t thrown up a lot today”

Cuddling into Keith, Lance kept himself propped up with his right arm. He’d thrown up, Keith had missed most of it. He’d thrown up after dinner, and while Rieva was closely pouring over his will

“I did, but it’s okay”

“It’s not. I wish you didn’t keep throwing up. It’s not fair”

“Making babies does that”

“But, you’re like, my boyfriend. And you’re so strong. You don’t complain about it. You don’t get mad at me and it’s weird”

Lance smiled, dropping a kiss on Keith’s pouting lips. Keith would take all the bad bits of pregnancy if he could, but Lance would never ask him too

“I’ll admit that the idea of baby scared me. Twins shook me completely. I wanted years with you first. You and me, working out our relationship and future, then kids maybe. I still feel like I don’t deserve happiness, being a vampire and all”

“I want to make you happy”

Happy was a hard word. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled, let alone laughed, before Keith came for him

“You do. I know a lot changed while you were gone, but what can I do to support and make things easier for you?”

“Let me in. You’ve stopped doing that stupid smile, where smile through your pain, but now you clam up and I feel like one day you’ll shut me out for good. I want you to want to tell me”

“I do want to tell you. I’ve been told I can be very stubborn”

“Tell me about it! You wouldn’t believe someone out stubborned me, then you came along”

“Technically I was living my life the best I could, and then you came along”

“I blame Luis. He’s a dick. If he ever wants to talk to you again, he has to go through me first”

Keith might want the best for him, but never seeing his brother again filled him with sadness. All his siblings had been at the funeral service for their Mami. Rachel and Marco both stared up at him as he wasn’t seated down with the rest of the congregation. He felt like he deserved to be, yet for Mami’s sake he wanted to keep the peace one last time... that and he felt ill for the whole service. Death lingered in the church. His Mami was gone. He’d bled. Fighting was the last thing he’d wanted to do.

“I don’t think he’ll cause any trouble”

Luis wouldn’t want to come near him now, lest Lance sneeze and magic him into a vampire. Veronica might. Marco... would if he was being nosy... Rachel... nope, he didn’t know what Rachel would do. Mami was the glue that held them together and now that glue was gone they were like a broken book with pages going everywhere

“Still. I’ll smack him one”

Luis wouldn’t take a hit from Keith. His brother was hold. He’d probably end up with something broken and suing Keith

“It’s okay. It’s enough you want to protect me”

Keith’s tone turned unexpectedly serious, galaxy eyes locking with his, flicking away for a second, then back again as Keith nodded to himself before replying

“I might not be Mami, but I’m going to protect you. I will. I promise I will”

“You don’t have to be Mami. I like my Keith the way he is. A little angry. A little rude. A little pouty. You showing your emotions makes me happy...”

“I’m so lame. You sound all grown up and I’m lame!”

And there was intoxicated Keith again

“You’re not lame. Seriously, I want to support you. If you need anything, I want you to tell me”

Keith scrunched his face up as if he was thinking really hard. Lance gave him a few moments before nudging Keith, Keith opened his eyes, looking disappointed

“I think I need to pee”

Lance let his head drop. Defeated by intoxicated Keith, he had no words. No more attempts at serious conversation until they back in Platt. It’d be easier. Keith would be in a safe place where he knew he could talk freely, and there’d be no tequila in sight.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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Unforgettable | l.h. x reader

word count - 2k

warnings - angst, slight fluff, cussing as always

tags - @songforhema @asht0ns-world @lukesflaredpants @sunflowerxcal @cxddlyash @lovely-cruel-summer @merryblueberry02 @kinglyhood @caswinchester2000 @babe-babylon @irwinkitten @1delicate-fangirl @mysticalhood @abundant-stars

notes - so i know an apology is past due here. i’m sorry about how late this is. part one was posted three months ago and i’m only now making this post. life has been insanely hectic, and i’ve been working on this for a while, but only a little bit at a time. i’m really sorry so much has happened recently. i hope you guys can enjoy this though.

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Part One Found Here!!

Y/N tried, she really did. She tried to cope with the fact that the love of her life couldn’t remember her. But it followed her everywhere, like a shadow. An evil shadow with fangs and teeth waiting to remind her that she wasn’t who she used to be.

“Who are you?” The blonde asked, blue eyes shining with confusion.

“Mate,” Ashton murmured, “it’s Y/N?”

“Who?”

Y/N fought her tears as she retracted her arms, wrapping them around herself even though she ached to hold the man in front of her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she muttered as she stood, turning on her heel. The broken-hearted girl headed for the door, refusing eye contact with anyone and everyone.

“Y/N,” Ashton called, reaching for her arm as she passed.

“Don’t,” she whimpered, dodging his grasp, trying her best not to cry until she was out of earshot. She heard her fiance ask the remaining boys to ‘please explain what the fuck is going on.’

Y/N managed to turn the corner into a relatively empty hallway before breaking down. The earth seemed to sway beneath her feet as the ground came crashing to meet her, back slamming into the wall. Hugging her knees to her chest, she did her best to silently cry. A muffled thud beside her indicated someone sitting with her.

A hand found hers, intertwining the fingers. A brief glance at the forearm told her it was Ashton - the moon phase tattoos giving him away. Something about having him there with her made it all feel so much more real. Her fiance really was awake in the other room, and he really didn’t remember her. They sat there for a moment, Ashton being her silent crutch. Slowly, he moved close enough to tuck her into his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and letting her cry into his chest.

“It’s like the past four years didn’t even happen.” Y/N wiped her eyes. “He doesn’t remember the dates, the proposal. Ash, he doesn’t remember me.”

“It’ll come back, bubs. It will.” His thumb stroked her shoulder comfortingly.

“You don’t know that.” She found herself laughing in spite of herself. “I could be gone forever. We don’t know. I sure as hell am not there now.” Another tear streamed down.

Ashton’s heart broke for the girl that had become his sister. Pressing a kiss to her head, he tried to hold back tears of his own as he felt her cling to him.

After three weeks, nothing had changed. It was like he remembered everything except her. The past four years were there, but every memory that should have had her held a blank space in her place.

Y/N had taken to staying at Ashton's, to save Luke the awkwardness of sharing a home with someone he didn't know.

She didn't know the drummer heard her crying every night.

Y/N became a ghost to Luke. She disappeared when he came around, or stayed silent around him.

It was one of those days where Luke and the boys had gathered in the living room at Ashton's house, playing some random game in the living room. Despite Michael and Calum's protest - Why don't you play just one round with us? - Y/N had just curled up in the window seat with a book, dedicating herself to an afternoon of fiction. In her books, she could pretend the main character was her, and the love interest Luke. She could pretend everything was okay - that there hadn't been a huge rug ripped out from under her.

Caught up in the novel, she didn't notice the boy that used to love her taking a long glance her way. The plotline was too enticing to let her overhear the conversation the boys were having, the game forgotten in the background.

"Who was she, really?" Luke whispered.

"She was… she was your best friend, Luke. You were going to marry her." Michael's quiet words felt like knives in his heart.

"But I- I would remember that. I couldn't forget that, could I?"

"Mate," Calum cut in comfortingly, "you were in a coma. You had brain damage. You can't control what you can and can't remember."

Luke had tuned him out. He knew he was obviously important to her, just based on her despair when he first - well, not first - met her in the hospital. He didn't know the first thing about her, but when she looked at him, such devastation on her features… he wanted to find some way to comfort her until all the pain disappeared.

Cal was still talking when the tall blond stood, cutting him off. The trio of boys watched as he cautiously approached her, speechless.

Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder, drawing her out of her novel. She looked up, her eyes meeting those blue ones she loved so much.

"Hi." His voice was tentative. He hadn't sounded so unsure to her since their first date. But, to be fair, this was the first time he'd spoken to her since the hospital.

"Hello." Y/N closed her book, giving him her full attention.

"Can, um, can we talk?" He gestured behind him to the back door. Clearly, this wasn't a conversation he wanted to be overheard. Not like that would stop their friends though.

"Yeah." Y/N almost stumbled over her words. "Yeah, let me put some shoes on."

Luke waited nervously by the door, fingers playing with the cuffs of his favorite jacket. Once she returned, with boots this time, he couldn't help but think she really was gorgeous. The cool winter air was a welcome change from the almost over-heated house. Or maybe it was their own anxieties that made the house feel uncomfortably warm.

"I, um, I wanted to ask you something." The lanky Australian seemed to curve in on himself as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched.

Y/N raised her eyebrows as if to urge him to continue.

"Who were you, to me? I know you were someone, someone important. Your face is in half of the pictures at my house, but I have no idea who you are." Luke wanted to know what she would tell him. Would she expect him to remember her as she was? Would she be willing to make new memories with him?

She smiled at him, a sad smile that was masked to look nostalgic. She was good at that, but he was better. He didn't know how he knew that, but he somehow did.

"Does it matter what I was? Shouldn't it matter who I'll be now?"

And suddenly Luke realized why he had been engaged to her.

Luke smirked. "I guess so. Will you be the person to help me find memories of who you were?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, hands stuffed into the pockets of a hoodie that looked somewhat familiar to Luke. "Why don't we just make new memories of who I'll be?"

Luke could tell it hurt her. To look into his eyes, and not see what used to be there. But at the same time, it meant the world to him that she was here, helping him even if it hurt her. She came over most afternoons, most likely with one of the other boys tagging along. Y/N and Luke would carefully recall the tiny moments of the past four years.

It was slow, but Luke started remembering small things. He knew that Y/N liked this side of the bed, and she wanted her dresses and shirts hung up but skirts and pants folded. He remembered that when she couldn't find her keys, they were probably in the left pocket of the jacket she wore yesterday.

He didn't know why, but when he wanted to surprise her with flowers, he somehow just knew that the orange ones wouldn't make her happy but the pale pink ones would.

Y/N flashed him the world's largest smile when he remembered her brother's name for the first time, without prompting. She looked close to tears when he remembered their first date.

Slowly, Luke fell back into his old life. He asked Y/N to come back home.

"It's just that… this is your home too. Something about it feels empty, but when you're here, that feeling is gone. I know I may not be half the man you loved at one point, but would you stay here with me and help me get back?"

Y/N's heart was racing. Could she really handle this? Coming back home to this home she had loved so much, the place she had really and truly fell in love for the last time?

"Luke, I…"

His smile faltered. "You don't have to! It was just a thought, a dumb thought. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I'm sorry I shouldn't have--"

"--I'd love to."

As fast as it fell, Luke's smile turned to a huge grin. "Really?" He asked like a kid on Christmas, not quite believing this gift was really for him.

Y/N nodded, and Luke's stomach erupted into a million butterflies.

"Tell me about the day we met."

Luke and Y/N were laying on the couch, a movie playing in the background with the volume turned way down low. Luke was half laying on her chest, and she had one hand playing with his curls. He was slotted between her legs, his back to her chest.

"Hm?" she hummed.

"Like the first time we saw each other. Tell me what happened."

Y/N started smiling, as if to herself. She let out a quiet laugh. “You kinda embarrassed yourself. You sure you want to hear it?”

“Well, now I can’t very well have you knowing the dumb things I did and me not, can I?”

“Fine, fine,” Y/N relented.

“A little over four years ago, I was just walking down the street. Literally not doing anything else. Then you and your Australian accent quite literally ran into me.”

“Hey!” Y/N spluttered. A moment ago, she had been standing patiently on the sidewalk, waiting for the light to signal it was safe to cross the crosswalk. Now, her butt was flat on the ground, hands scraped, and the contents of her usually neat messenger bag were strewn all about the road.

“God, Jesus, I am so sorry,” the collider exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and-”

“Well that’s obvious,” Y/N grumbled as she stood, examining the abrasion to her forearm.

“Here, let me get that for you.” The stranger bent down before she could say another word, and began picking up the random pencils, papers, and loose sticky notes that had gone flying. “I really am really sorry. Here, I’m so sorry,” he rambled as he handed her the items in a loose stack.

“It’s fine,” Y/N smiled politely, shoving her belongings under her arm - she’d sort it later. “Thanks for picking it up, that was sweet of you.”

“Well, it was my fault they fell in the first place. I’m Luke.”

“Y/N.” She held her hand out to shake.

Luke smiled. “Hey, same choker!” He gestured to his throat and then to hers, where she was indeed wearing the same black velvet strip.

Y/N chuckled. “Guess you were just meant to run into me,” she teased lightly.

“Well maybe I’ll run into you again?”

Luke smiled as Y/N finished the story. As she spoke, he found himself remembering bits and pieces of it. He remembered the exact necklace they were both wearing, and berating himself as he picked up her things. He remembered thinking she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Or maybe that's what he was thinking now. He wasn't sure, but he still knew it was true.

Luke knew he had fallen in love with her all over again.

#i miss writing #im sorry this took so long #please forgive me #its here now #hospital visits 2 #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #luke hemmings x reader #My writing

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