#but words aren't wording yet. augh

[tervaneula]

Ouugghhgjg them... Leo deserves some closure after the events of the second chapter of and just like that, and because my brain isn't letting me think in words (I'd wanted to write a drabble for this) I'll just think in pictures instead

Leo's having a tough time and obviously Leonardo isn't just going to let him fester in those feelings 🥺 He's not leaving! Yuichi isn't taking him away from his family! It's A PROMISE

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'Found' (Leon Kennedy x Reader) Part 1(?)

Content: a bit angsty, gender neutral reader, cop reader, you're slightly older than leon, no use of y/n, re2!leon

Summary: Leon finds you, the only other RPD officer left alive in the station.

Disclaimer: IM A FRESHMAN IN HIGH SCHOOL AND THIS IS MY FIRST FIC SO PLEASE BE NICE 😭😭 also if anyone likes this I'll make a part 2 maybe

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Your hands have been shaking non-stop for God knows how long now. Your flashlight is out of batteries, and your handgun has 2 shots left. The feeling of the weapon in your tight grip is all that's grounding you at the moment. Your back hurts like hell, you must have been crammed in this locker for hours. It's the first place you had thought to hide, you mentally curse yourself. 'At least I'm not being eaten alive' you think. What a horrible way to go....God, it sounded agonizing. You feel your stomach turn with burning guilt. I can not believe I'm upset about my back hurting right now considering the horrific pain the others must have gone through, you think. Im so selfish. You're thrown out of your thoughts in an instant when you hear footsteps. You hold your gun tight, your heart beating fast in your ears.

The footsteps get louder and closer, till they're right in front of the locker. Your hands are shaking so hard your dead flashlight slips from your hand and you feel your blood go cold. It hits the metal floor of the locker with a deafening crash. You feel your knees go weak and your heart sink. This is it. I'm going to die. What was the point? You'd made no impact in the world, but maybe arresting a few drunk people on patrol. Nothing of importance. Not one person will be left to miss you, no boyfriend, no family, no friends...they are probably already dead. And you'd never even had a boyfriend in the first place. I can't die yet, there's so much i haven't done, you think to yourself. The locker opens and you scream and ready your gun, eyes clamping shut with all the force you can muster.

"Augh, jesus-! D-dont shoot!"

You register the words just before you squeeze the trigger! You open your eyes, and standing in front of you is a young, attractive man, looks like he's in his early 20's. You'd never seen him before, but he's in an RPD uniform. You sigh and shakily bring your gun back down to your belt. You clear your throat,

"Sorry, sorry...um, who-" You pause to swallow and take a breath. "who are you? Is it safe out- out there?"

He shakes his head no. He opens his mouth to speak.

"No, sorry...it's not safe."

"Thought so...and you are?"

"Leon, Leon Kennedy. I'm new here." He says with a small smile.

You smile back weakly. "Nice to meet you, Leon...so, uhm, do you know a way out of here?"

He nods! "Yeah, I might. But I'll need some help...I got this notebook, it has some notes from another officer about 3 medallions opening up a door to the parking garage. It seems a little far fetched but I geuss it's worth a try, right?"

You chuckle dryly. "Anything to get out of this hell hole."

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You're searching high and low for the final medallion, but you can't focus on the search. Leon notices.

"Is everything okay? You...aren't bit, are you? Or hurt?"

You turn around.

"Huh? No im okay, its...everything is okay."

He gives an unsure nod then gets back to searching around the room. Your mind is plauged with the memories of your friend's final screams, and desperate pleas for help. There's nothing you could have done, you tell yourself. Nothing you could have done...no, stop thinking about it! Pushing the memories back into your head is all you can do right now. You cant afford a mental breakdown, not now. Not here.

Leon knows what you're thinking, because he's feeling that way too. Maybe not to the same extreme as you, but the memory of that officers death...his legs, or rather the lack of legs...his organs...made Leon feel weak and queasy. If he'd only been quicker, or if he hadn't hesitated. Maybe things would be different for him. He should be getting out with us, but he's not. He'll be here forever, this station is his tomb. Leon hopes that it wont be his too.

You see the look of guilt in his eyes, and you place a hand on his shoulder. You rub his shoulder and give him an empathetic look, a look that speaks louder than words can, as if to say 'i know. it's not your fault.' You let go and continue to search. Leon is touched by the gesture but can't control the warmth spreading in his heart and on his soft cheeks.

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[mrmeowski]

˚✦𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫✦˚

Synopsis: Raevyn Luciana and you have been friends since you were young children. He was arrogant then and he is more so now. You have no idea why you stuck by his side or how you even became friends with someone like him. And yet here you are, looking after him as if he wasn't an adult man. Nobody can pull him out of his cave but you.

CW: Blood, violence, slight body horror, death, suicide

Pairing/s: Knight.M.Yandere x F.Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

In the quiet village nestled among rolling hills and whispering trees, you found yourself once again bearing the weight of Raevyn's antics. The mantle of hero rested uneasily on his shoulders, more often used as a prop for his grandiose displays rather than a solemn duty. Tonight was no different, as you found him hoisting a tankard of ale high, drowning his responsibilities in amber liquid.

"Rae," you sighed, your voice edged with equal parts frustration and concern. "We need to go. The Demon Lord's forces aren't going to wait for you to finish your drink."

He waved a careless hand, his words slurring slightly, "I don't need anyone bossing me around... I'm the hero! I can do whatever and whenever I want!" You gripped his shoulder firmly.

"You're not just any hero, Rae. You're the hero these people are relying on. Act like it." His crimson eyes met yours, momentarily clearing from their haze of alcohol-fueled stubbornness to reveal a flicker of annoyance.

"Augh.. give me a break, [Naaaaame]... Can't a hero have a moment's respite?" You couldn't help but shake your head as he stumbled along beside you.

"Not when the fate of this kingdom rests on your shoulders." He scoffed but still allowed you to guide him out of the tavern, stumbling slightly as he leaned on you for support.

The night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the tavern's hearth.

He scowled at you, his words slightly slurred, "Would you stop it, [Name]? I know what I'm doing."

The frustration is clear in your voice as you shoot back, "Do you, though? Because right now, all I see is you wasting away your talents and the kingdom's trust."

He tugged at your sleeves with an impatient whine, "Come on! You're always so hard on me!" His voice carried a mix of petulance and exasperation. "You don't know what it's like being me!" You couldn't help but roll your eyes, accustomed to his dramatics by now.

"Quit complaining, Raevyn, or I'll drop you here for good," you snapped, your scowl deepening as you looked down at him. The sight of the great hero reduced to this pathetic state was both infuriating and disheartening.

He averted his gaze, the weight of your words settling heavily on his shoulders. The silence between you was tense, charged with unspoken frustrations. But before he could muster a retort, his face contorted in agony, and he doubled over, the contents of his stomach spilling onto the ground.

You flinched, a wave of disgust washing over you. The pungent smell and the sight of his vomit made you want to turn away entirely. For a moment, you considered leaving him there, letting him face the consequences of his reckless drinking.

"Augh..." You groaned, your eyes squeezing shut as you tried to fight the urge to gag. "You're an absolute mess."

"Come on," you muttered under your breath, tugging him away from the gathering crowd. "You have much to do tomorrow."

His brows furrowed in confusion as he struggled to keep pace with you, his steps faltering on the cobblestones. "What...?" he mumbled, his words slurred.

You shot him a pointed glance over your shoulder.

"Your duty. Defeating the Demon Lord," you replied, hoping to jog some sense into him.

He scoffed dismissively, a defiant glint in his eye, "I'll get to it in my own time! I don't need someone like... you to remind me!" Those words cut deep, stirring a mix of emotions within you.

For so long, you had stood by his side, enduring his stubbornness and childish antics, believing in the hero he could be. But tonight, the patience wore thin, and something snapped inside you.

You halted abruptly, turning to face him with eyes ablaze, the fury in your voice cutting through the night air like a blade, "Perhaps you don't need me... but the kingdom does. These people do," you declared, sweeping your hand to encompass the onlookers whose curious eyes bore into the unfolding drama.

He stammered, his usually quick wit failing him as he struggled to respond, "Y-You're causing a sce—"

"I've stood by you through thick and thin," you interjected sharply, refusing to let him deflect or dismiss your words. "But I won't stand by and watch my home be ruined because you're too stubborn to see beyond your ego. You're not the Raevyn I know... the one I knew is determined to save those he loves."

His gaze faltered, guilt and realization mingling in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt dry.

"If only I could," you continued, your voice softening slightly as you met his gaze with unwavering intensity, "I'd gladly face the Demon Lord myself. Because it's better for someone to try than for no one to try at all."

You couldn't bear it any longer. With a sharp tug, you forcefully removed his hand from your arm, causing him to stumble and nearly fall onto the cobblestone pavement.

"[N-Name]..?" he stammered, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of desperation.

"You don't need me, right?" you replied curtly, turning away to shield yourself from the embarrassment of the scene. "I only hope someone's still out there willing to help you." His heart sank like a stone as your words echoed in his ears.

"Wait! [Name]!" He called out desperately, scrambling to his feet and lunging forward to chase after you.

But the ground seemed to sway beneath him, his legs unsteady from the weight of his own actions. He stumbled, falling to his knees, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he watched you walk away, each step you took pushing him further into despair.

"P-Please!" He pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion, reaching out towards you with trembling hands that could no longer grasp what he had taken for granted.

But you continued on until you disappeared from his sight completely.

As you walked away from him, his pleas and apologies echoed in your mind, but you hardened your heart against them. His sobs choked with emotion, faded into the distance as you continued on, each step a painful reminder of the rift between you.

In the solitude of your home, you finally allowed yourself to release the tears you had been holding back. Collapsing onto your bed, you buried your face in the pillow, the fabric absorbing your muffled cries. You were exhausted—both mentally and physically—as you replayed the familiar cycle in your mind.

It was always the same. You would try to reason with him, to make him see beyond his need for attention. He would listen, maybe even promise change, and for a fleeting moment, hope would blossom. But inevitably, he would revert to his old habits—bragging about his victories to anyone who would listen, seeking admiration wherever he could find it.

And when you dared to speak up, to remind him of his responsibilities and the toll his behavior took on you, he would lash out. It was a cycle that left your head pounding with frustration and disappointment.

After the storm of emotions had passed, the tears that had once flowed freely now ebbed, leaving you drained yet strangely calm. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids, and soon you surrendered to the embrace of sleep.

Warm sunlight streamed through your window, gently waking you from your deep, dreamless sleep. You groaned softly as the light touched your face, stirring memories of the previous night. Your head began to pound with the weight of those recollections, and you decided it was best not to dwell on them—at least, not for now.

Reluctantly, you pushed aside the comforting warmth of your bed and stood up, feeling the cool stone floor beneath your feet. You made your way to the washbasin, splashing water onto your face and scrubbing away the traces of dried tears. The cold water helped clear your mind, grounding you in the present moment.

With a deep breath, you moved to the small hearth in your room, kindling a fire to brew yourself some tea. You watched the flames dance, letting the simple task calm your racing thoughts.

Finishing off your breakfast, you prepared to tackle the tasks that awaited you for the day. As you opened the door, a head fell straight at your feet, causing you to jump back in surprise.

"R-Rae?" You gasped, looking down to see Raevyn groggily groaning in pain, scratching the back of his head. "What are you doing here?" He seemed to have just woken up.

Did he... did he really sleep on your doorstep? How pathetic can this man be?

"[Name]..? Is that you?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. He wrapped a hand around your leg, hugging it tightly. "Please don't leave me again..." He pleaded, snuggling his head against your leg like a child seeking comfort.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" you exclaimed, trying to shake him off, but he only tightened his grasp, his desperation palpable. "Rae, let go!" You demanded, frustration warring within you.

He looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it!" His voice trembled as tears streamed down his cheeks.

His nails dug into your leg, forming crescent moons on your skin, and you hissed in pain. The sight of him, broken and desperate outside your doorstep, unleashed the torrent of emotions you had been bottling up.

"Rae, please, you're hurting me." You tried to pull away again, but his grip was a physical manifestation of his fear of losing you.

"Just d-don't leave me!" He sobbed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've been awful, but I can't do this without you. I... I can't leave without you."

You stayed silent as he wept at your feet, his sobs tearing at your heart. With a heavy sigh, you finally spoke, "Let's get you inside…" you said softly, leaning down to grab a fistful of his clothes.

You began dragging him into your home, his weight a reminder of the burden you had shouldered for so long.

Once inside, you guided Raevyn to a chair and helped him sit down. His eyes, red and swollen from crying, followed your every move as you prepared him a meal. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the rustle of pans and the flare of the fire in the hearth.

"[Name]," he began, his voice shaky, "I'm r-really sorry. I know I've messed up yesterday..."

You placed a simple meal before him, sighing, "It's not just about last night." You took a sit across the table. "It's also about your responsibility to those who can't protect themselves."

"I…" He struggled to find the right words as he stared down at the homemade meal in front of him. "I’m just a coward… I’m scared of not being like my father, of failing our people." He paused, running a hand through his messy hair, frustration evident on his face. "What if I’m not strong enough? What if I can’t live up to the title of 'hero'? E-Every time I think about facing the Demon Lord, I just… I freeze. I don’t want to let anyone down... especially you." He looked up at you, desperation filling his gaze. "Just... what do I do?!"

Each of his breaths was deep as he awaited your response. It honestly took you by surprise, but deep inside, you had half-expected this outcome. From the moment he told you he would be a knight, you had doubted him; he had been far too squeamish with everything that moved and breathed.

You cracked a small smile as you finally broke the silence. "It's normal to be afraid, Rae. We all feel fear at some point in our lives, whether small or big. But you can’t let those fears consume you. Being brave isn't about never being scared. It's about feeling that fear yet pushing forward anyway."

"But even if I do... what if I still fail?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hummed, clicking your tongue, "Failure is always a possibility. But the important thing is that you faced your fear and tried. That alone shows how strong you are. Not many people can do that. It takes a special kind of courage to confront your fears head-on. So... what do you say?" You looked up at him expectantly, and as you observed his vermilion eyes, you saw a new spark within them.

"...Y-You're right," he said, his voice steadier now. "I.. I can't let fear hold me back any longer. I want to be the hero our people need!"

You smiled at him, leaning forward to cup his cheek with your hand. "And you will, Rae. I believe in you."

His eyes softened at your touch, and for a moment, the weight of his title seemed to lift.

After eating, you notice he is still unsteady on his feet, and his body has not yet fully recovered from the previous night's ordeal. He was eager, too eager, ready to rush to the castle in his current state.

Recognizing his stubbornness, you suggested he rest for the night, and by the next sunlight, he would be better prepared to fulfill his duty. But true to his nature, he resisted. His insistence on heading out immediately forced you to physically drag him away from the door.

With a sigh, you led him to the only available bed in the household—your own. He protested weakly but eventually relented, too exhausted to argue any further. You tucked him in, ensuring he was comfortable, and watched as he finally succumbed to his fatigue.

By the next morning, Raevyn seemed more like himself, the determination back in his eyes. As he prepared to leave, he hesitated at the door, turning to look at you with an uncertain expression.

"Is there something wrong?" Worry creeping into your voice.

You feared he might slip back into his old habits.

"Uhm... [Name]?" He met your gaze, his uncertainty is palpable. You hummed for him to continue. "I know this sounds absurd but... can you please join me?" You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly added, "Please, I'm not sure if I can do it without you."

"Rea, I don't know how to hold a sword, let alone wield it. I'll only burden you on your journey." He stepped closer, his eyes earnest and pleading.

"You won't be a burden. You've been my strength, my anchor. Just having you by my side will give me the courage I need."

"I..." You hesitated, the weight of his request hanging heavily between you.

"I won't let anything harm you... I promise you that." He took your hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring.

With a sigh, you finally conceded, "Fine, if this is what you truly want." His eyes lit up with a mix of relief and determination.

"Thank you, [Name]. You won't regret this." And so, together, you ventured beyond the safety of the castle walls, stepping into the unknown.

Leaping over rivers and walking through dense forests.

However, your surroundings gradually shift as you venture deeper into the unknown. The lush green lands turned into a desolate ash-gray wasteland. The air was thick with the stench of long-rotten bodies, and the once-bright blue skies were now shrouded in dark, thunderous clouds.

Each flash of lightning illuminated the silhouette of a castle in the distance, abandoned and on its last legs. The sight of it sent a shiver down your spine.

"We're almost there," he reassured, his voice steady despite the eerie atmosphere. "Stay close to me."

You nodded, gripping his arm a little tighter.

As you ventured deeper into the musty castle, he engaged in battles with weakling demons while you hid and tried to avoid detection.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and each beat felt as if it might burst out. After what seemed like an eternity of bloodshed, you finally arrived at the throne room of the Demon Lord. He had a sinister smirk etched on his face.

You hid just outside the throne room, peeking through a crack in the door. Despite your efforts to remain unseen, he seemed to sense you.

With a voice as rough and raspy as it was powerful, he spoke, "My, my... I have been awaiting thy arrival. Though I did not expect thee to bring along a maiden." His gaze bore down on the hero, who stood resolute before him. "Is it for me? Hast thou come hither to bend the knee and offer this fair damsel as tribute?"

His grip on his sword tightened, his eyes narrowing. "I have come to end your reign of terror, Demon Lord... And there is no maiden here." The demon tilted his head, his grin never wavering for a second.

"There is no point in lying, mortal," he said, his voice echoing with a sinister calm. Pushing himself off his throne, he towered over the hero. "A duel thee seek, a duel thee shall receive, foolish human."

With a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword, its edges jagged and cruel. The blade glinted menacingly in the dim light, promising to tear flesh from bone with every strike.

The battle had begun in earnest, with the demon's strikes coming with terrifying power and Raevyn meeting them blow for blow. However, as the fight wore on, the Demon Lord's unrelenting strength began to take its toll on the man. His energy waned, each movement growing slower and more desperate.

To his horror, a misstep left him vulnerable. His enemy seized the opportunity, his sword striking with deadly precision. His sword shattered in half, pieces scattering across the ground. The hero's heart sank as he stared at his broken weapon, knowing the end was near. The horned creature grinned, savoring his imminent victory as he prepared to deliver the final blow...

"Rea!!" Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, you threw yourself between him and the wretched thing.

"[N-Name]..?" His voice was filled with horror as he watched the blade meant for him pierce through you instead.

Laughter echoed through the chamber as he raised his sword, you impaled upon it.

"Why, look at this..." He relished in your sacrifice. "The maiden sacrifices herself for the hero. How.. touching." Your head hung limp, the life rapidly draining from your eyes.

Your friend's world seemed to slow down, the sounds of the battle fading into nothing. A primal rage surged within him, overriding his exhaustion and fear. His own body seemed to move on its own. Though his sword was shattered, its broken edge was still sharp.

The demon, caught off guard by the hero's sudden burst of energy, staggered back. He took the opportunity and, with all his strength, drove the jagged end of his sword into his heart.

The demonic entity let out a guttural scream, his eyes wide with shock and pain. His dark, twisted form began to disintegrate, the foul essence of his being dissipating into the air.

The lone man stood over the collapsing demon, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with a mixture of triumph and anguish.

He stared down at your lifeless body, the sword still embedded in your chest. His knees buckled and collapsed beside you, his own sword clattering to the ground. You had passed into another life, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt unbearably empty.

As he knelt there, his mind raced with memories and dreams. You had been more than just a friend from childhood; you were his future, the one he wanted to marry and build a life with. He had dreamt of traveling the world with you, experiencing adventures and joys side by side.

But now, those dreams were shattered. The harsh world had ripped you away from him just when he had finally faced his fears. The cost of his victory was too great to bear. The weight of his selfishness crashed down upon him. He had begged you to join him on this perilous journey, not wanting to face the Demon Lord alone. And because of that, you were gone.

If you had stayed back in the castle, you would still be alive. He could have confessed his feelings, shared his dreams, and planned a future together. But now, all those possibilities were lost forever. The regrets were too much to bear.

He knew what you would have wanted him to continue fighting, to protect the kingdom and save the world. But you were his world, and without you, he felt like a broken shell of a man.

With trembling hands, he picked up his sword and pointed it at his own aching heart. He took a deep breath, knowing that this final act would reunite him with you. As he drove the sword into his chest, the pain was insignificant compared to the torment of losing you.

In his last moments, he hoped that he would find you in the afterlife, where he could finally tell you how much he loved you and how sorry he was.

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*•.𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.•*

[vv-xx]

Pls bless us with some sub dottore content

Yesh, I've really been putting this off haven't I 😨 Anyways, SAY YES TO THE DRESS? SAY YES TO THE SLUT 🗣🗣🗣

Sub Dottore x Male reader

Cw: Raw fucking, rough sex, punishment, slapping, cock stepping, gagging, choking, degrading, begging, edging, ass grabbing, Masochist dottore, public-ish sex, dottore is a brat, reader is abit of a bitch

Dottore was being even more of an asshole today, he treated you like a total idiot! Every warning you gave him he shrugged off without a care in the word. Oh how he'll regret that....

"Y/n, you're finally here. Could yo-" he bearly got to finish his sentence before you pulled him away from his work. "Hey, wha-' 'Shut it" You cut him off again. 'Rude', he thought to himself.

You shove Dottore into a closed off room and slam the door behind you. Dottore stumbles, almost falling. "Hey what the-" He stops mid sentence, seeing the pure rage in your eyes. "What did I do?" He questioned innocently. "Oh you KNOW what you did, Dottore." You snapped.

You push Dottore to the floor. "Owch you've wounded me, I- AH!♡" You dig your heel into Dottore's dick, making him moan, loud. Too loud for your liking. You look around the room looking for anything to use as a gag to make him shut up.

You find a piece of cloth on a shelf and tie it around Dottores mouth. Drool starts to soak the cloth already.

"You're such a slut aren't you Dottore?" You put more pressure on his dick making him moan through the cloth. "You're a stupid. Little. Whore. Who only wants to be filled to the brim with my cum huh? Am I right Dottore?" With every word you uttered, the more you you drove your boot into Dottore cock. The feeling of pain and arousal make him quiver and shake.

He nods aggressively while whimpering for mercy. You show him some mercy and take your boot off his dick and kneel infront of him.

"Huh, already going to cum? You really are a slut" You said while grinning like a maniac. He let's out a muffled whine.

You take off the cloth and almost immediately Dottore starts begging. "Please... Please fuck me y/n... I need it, please.." Drool slips past his lips as he begs for you dick.

You lay him on his back, then take off his clothes making him whimper at the cool air hitting his now sensitive body. You pull your pants down to your mid thigh and shove Dottore's legs to his chest.

"Don't you scream, alright?" You say, confusing Dottore. You put your tip on Dottore's rim and grab his thighs grounding yourself. "Wait- Aren't you going to... Use lube?" Dottore says worried. You simply smile at him and shove your whole length in him in one go.

"aAAHH!!♡♡" Dottore moans, almost screaming like a girl.

You bearly give Dottore a minute to adjust to you size before you start ravaging his insides. "Archons! You're so tight- Ha- It's like I'm fucking a virgin!" Dottore just moans and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. He can bearly think anymore. He could only think about your dick drilling into his tight hole. The thought makes him tighten up even more, to the point where you thought your dick was gonna snap off.

"Archons, you're gonna break my dick Dottore! Relax would you!?" Dottore only moans. "Hey! Are you listening?" You say, placing a hand on Dottore's neck and squeezing both sizes. Dottore gasps for air, unable to breathe properly.

He feels like he's gonna faint... He didn't even cum yet... Cum?... Wai- "ARCHONS-♡ AUGH, PLEASE!! CUMMING, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!♡♡♡♡ I- AH♡! PLEASE!" Dottore grips your wrist while begging for his realise.

You grin, knowing that you'd be the only person who could ever make the 2nd fatui harbinger beg and moan like this.

Dottore shakes violently as he cums, not caring if you said he couldn't. He paints his stomach and some of his chest white. You didn't spare him a second to come down from his high and continued thrusting into his hole more roughly, chasing your release.

Tears start falling freely down Dottore's face as he weakly grabs your hand that's still wrapped around his neck.

"Who said you could cum yet?" Dottore was too fucked out to understand what you told him. "Hey! Are you listening!?" You stop thrusting and take your hand off Dottore's neck and slap him across the face trying to snap him back into reality.

Dottore moans after you slap him across the face

You grab his jaw and make him look at you. "Hey slut, speak when you're spoken to alright?" Dottore nods vigorously.

His eyes crossed when you started fucking him roughly again, he squirmed in your grasp, trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You wished you had a kamera because he looked so wonderful with his fucked out face.

"Ha.. I thought you were smart than this 'Doctor'. Still can't even answer my question can you?" You tell him while grinning. Dottore gives no response, his brain have being turned into mush.

You smile at his weakened state, proud of yourself for making the almighty Fatui Harbinger cry and squirm for your dick.

"More.. Ah!.... More!! I... Augh- Need it!" Dottore spoke before muttering 'more' to himself. He arches his back while begging for more, rather uncharacteristic for a man like him.

An idea pops inside your head, making you grin like a madman. You thrust into Dottore, but weakly that he gets almost no stimulation to get him to cum.

"Augh... Why did you stop..." Is all Dottore could force out of his dry throat. "You're smart aren't you? The smartest man in Snezhaya, am I right? Then you should be able to figure out exactly why I stopped, right?" You say with a sinister smile plastered on his face.

Dottore groans. You stop all his thoughts by making a ticking sound with your mouth. Dottore whimpers, and tries begging physically rather than verbally. You tsk, what an idiot. How many times will he do that before he realises that you won't give in to him from just facial expression.

Dottore takes a deep shakey breath before speaking. "Could you... please.. "Please what?" You chime in. "Please..." Dottore grumbles "fuck me..." Dottore whispered. "Who?" He rolls his eyes. "... Y/n...." You give him a disappointed look. "Just move already! I can't do this anymore! Move you damn imbeci- OH~!"

You start thrusting rough, fast, deep. Dottore is rocking back and forth from power you put into your thrusts, he swears his ass would be bruised by the end of everything. Archons and he'd have a huge limp when he walks.

All his remaining thoughts disappear when you grab his tass, he cums almost immediately when you squeeze them. "Woah! I didn't expect you cum so fast from me just grabbing your ass.. Hm, how about I preform an experiment? Hm, sound good huh?" You grab his hips and use them as leverage to thrust harder. Dottore throws his head back and tries to squirm away from the stimulation.

You reach for his ass squeezed it. Your other hand stays on his hip giving you leverage to keep thrusting. Dottore arches his back and you hit his prostate over, and over, and over, and over again.

"plEASE-!? OUGHH!" Dottore moans while arching his chest into your hand. The pleasure felt overwhelming for Dottore, but he couldn't bring himself to use his safe word.

His vision goes white as his climax hits him like a truck, you cum soon after him.

You stay inside him for a few seconds to catch your breath. Seems dottore already passed out from exhaustion, leaving you with a large mess to clean.

"I can do it later" you think to yourself while laying down next to him.

[sword-symphonia]

non persona post?? My word she's gone mad (SPIRITFARER REVIEW WAOW!!!!) (Very long, I'm sorry) (But not really)

This review discusses themes of death, loss and terminal illness, as well as containing language. I swear a fair bit. Sorry, I typed everything as I thought of it, bad words 'n all.

Good afternoon,(it is 9PM in Ireland) fellas! Welcome to: SPIRITFARER- REVIEWED BY A TEENAGE GIRL WHO IS VERY NORMAL ABOUT HER INTERESTS!! Move over, IGN- it's the weird little guy in the corner (me)'s time to shine! I simply word-vomited this so unfortunately this review is very unprofessionally worded- however, I have faith it will be a fun read. I hope. Also, it's mostly spoiler free! ...I hope! I'm sorry!

So! Hi. I'm Luca. I have crippling thanatophobia. What's that? A phobia of death. And what's Spiritfarer about? Oh, baby. You aren't gonna fuckin' believe this! And, would you believe it, this game... actually helped me with that fear!

Currently, I'm only nine hours in, but. Well basically the damage is irreparable and I fear I shall never be the same again. Now, luckily, I have not cried. Yet. But I will! Oh, BABY I will!!! I have gotten five spirits so far (I'm coming for you, Gustav/threat) and have already had my first trip through the Everdoor. I wasn't ready. Come back, my dear. Please.

Spiritfarer is a game I've wanted to play for quite a long time, so to have been able to buy it about a month ago was one of the most exciting parts of my year so far. No, really! I was HYPED! HELL YEAH, THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WISHLIST FOR AGES! That kind of feeling. And then I started playing, and... hooooly shit. Guys. Dudes. Bros. What the hell. The VISUALS. WOW. W-O-W WOW!!! HOLY BALLS!!!

Look at this. Witness it with your eyes.

Bloody breathtakin'. I'm in tears. The game is absolutely chock-full of colourful (and not so colourful) locations, characters, landscapes... god, I'm so unwell about the visuals. And the ANIMATION!! AUGH! Every character has unique animations that just... oh they illustrate their characters so well. Augh...

Atul is nearly always happy, bouncy and smiley in his animations- a reflection of who he is!! One of his happiness perks is playing joyful music! He is literally just a guy! And Alice! Alice is a kindly old lady, and this is reflected in her design and personality- one of her animations involves dusting herself off, and I just think it gives the perfect image of a sweet elderly woman simply making herself more presentable. Also, she calls you dearie. What if I started bawling? What if I threw myself on the ground roaring and wailing?

Another favourite of mine is Astrid. She's also a kindly old lady- but with sass. Alice is an absolute sweetheart, but Astrid? Astrid won't say no to a cheeky bit of gossip now and then...but shh don't tell anyone gossip is bad shhh HEY WANNA KNOW ASTRID'S NICKNAME FOR STELLA??? Munchkin. What the hell. I love that nickname. Wish I had an adoptive granny that would call me Munchkin. Astrid, my most dearest darling, how I adore you. AND she's pro worker's rights- damn, what a woman. Also, her eating animation is funny. Absolutely DECIMATES a sandwich, so she does.

Tragically I will shut my yap about the characters now as there are quite a few of them and unfortunately I cannot put anyone through that (but know that Gustav and Daria also make me insane), so let's move on, eh? Who fancies a bitta tunes? I sure as hell know I do! LISTEN TO THAT! RAAAAAGHHH!!!! The music isn't a massive part of the game, per se- but it doesn't have to be! The music, of course, adds a pleasant ambience as you play- but it's not in your face! It's a nice, calm, beautifully composed soundtrack, with a special, unique little tune for every minigame. While I have no musical bone in my body personally, I am something of a- how do you say eloquently- whore for a good soundtrack. I love music, I love creativity!! Hooray!!

I actually don't have much to say on the music, but know that I do love it! But, I really really really want to talk about the themes of Spiritfarer... like, really bad.

Okay, so... I'm actually going to get into personal territory here, and it's going to get a bit heavy. If you'd prefer to skip over that, then please, by all means, feel free to skip down until you see red text.

So, there's another reason this game is so dear to me. And that reason is the fact that Spiritfarer actually helps me to process my own grief. While it didn't come out until four years after the loss of my older brother... it helps. And if nine-year-old me had had Spiritfarer at that age, I feel like she would have been able to cope better. I was unlucky- my brother passed away at 1AM, while I was asleep. To this day, I regret not being able to say goodbye... but Spiritfarer illustrates this in a poignant way- sometimes, we won't be able to say goodbye, wether due to extraordinary circumstances or simply... not realising how little time you really have left with someone. This brings me to the spirit I actually look forward to the least- not for any fault of his character, but simply what he symbolises to me.

I find myself dreading meeting Stanley later on in the game. Stanley, the youngest spirit you can meet within the game, is a lovely little boy of eight, taking on the appearance of a little mushroom creature. Nothing is wrong with Stanley, but... it's important to remember that every spirit is... well, a spirit. Someone who's died. And given Stanley is only a small child, it hits that bit closer to home. He is younger than my brother was upon his death, but he was still a child. While it isn't specified what illness it was that Stanley died from, I still see a lot of my brother in him. Spiritfarer does help me and bring me comfort, but at the same time, I'm not sure I'm ready to meet a character so close to my own experiences. The fact Stanley always seems so chipper and smiley despite his difficulties... does not help. Bit too similar, you know?

My relationship with Stanley is an odd one. I don't dislike him- absolutely not, far from it- I dislike the fact his character, a little boy, has to exist. I dislike that children like him exist in real life, and the fact I've met so many of them. It's a hard truth to swallow, and not one I'm fully prepared to deal with.

OVERALL:

I think this game can be enjoyed by everyone, even if you've never experienced grief. It's a beautiful story, and its gorgeous visual charm and cozy mechanics have something for everyone. You can fish, mine, cook, craft, and basically everything in between! Also, there is a hug button. You can hug people. Game of the decade. I love hugs! It's so... god. I just... really like the hug button, man. Oh, and did I mention you can play co-op?! If you have a friend you'd like to play with, they can join the fun as Daffodil, Stella's beloved pet cat! Look at him, isn't he gorgeous!!

So, would I reccomend Spiritfarer? Short answer:

Yes.

Long answer: Yes, absolutely. It's an absolutely wonderful cozy game, with tons to do. There's no voice acting, but I don't think this game needs it- it tells an absolutely wonderful tale without it. Each character has a distinct personality and quirks- Summer is vegan and will adjust her diet as such, while Atul will quite literally eat anything you throw at him. Giovanni is brash, confident, and enjoys the finer things in life, whereas Astrid likes things plain and simple. And Daria? Daria just really likes fruit.

If you have an interest in Spiritfarer, I highly encourage you to check it out. It's available on a number of platforms (Playstation, Steam, even on mobile- although that's through Netflix, and also not very good. In my opinion, anyway.) I highly, highly, highly reccomend it to all cosy gams enjoyers, or even just people who like games in general. There's even little bits of platforming here and there, if you're into that! Do you yearn for the mines? How about becoming a woodcutter? Or maybe you just really like smelting. Well, excellent news- you can do all those things in Spiritfarer! The gameplay, music, visuals and most importantly of all, the story, make this game a highly worthwhile purchase in the long run. Chances are, if you like Stardew Valley, you'll like Spiritfarer.

Thunder Lotus Games has shattered my soul in ways I may never recover from- however, I am not upset about it. God, I bloody love Spiritfarer. This review took two and a half hours to type, I shit you not. God bless.

[v-anrouge]

You want someone to talk about Rook with you?

Rook who gives you a soft look when you aren't looking.

Rook who lies awake at night and pictures your smile when he can't sleep - which is often - and he knows that the way that his heart flutters is not just a passing crush, oh no, this is much more than that.

Rook who is quiet around you, not finding the need to say anything, yet his eyes are crinkled from the small smile on his face.

Rook who fills his various sketchbooks with all the things he loves, and he finds that soon, most of the pages are candid sketches of you.

He doesn't really know the right words to describe his feelings, all he really does know is that he feels at ease around you, and that terrifies him.

KWUEUSUSUSUDUWIDUUSDHD DOVE IM GONNA SCRWAM WHATT HE FCUK😭😭😭 IM GONAM SOB FR AUGH THIS IS SO SO SWEET AKSSIIDID THE PART OF HIM BEINF AUIET LKE RHAHSHDHD IT MADE MY HEART SO WARN ANS GOD FH S SKETCHBOOK PART SUFU INLVE HOW ROOK IS CANONICALLY AN ARTIST 😭😭😭 I LOVE THIS SO KUC

[dapurinthos]

“Galactic Basic is a plague on linguistic diversity.” “Can I haggle for visitation rights?” Eno asks. “Cere is very good at fighting. Yours is so small they can't be that good at covering your back yet.” I look at Cere. She looks back at me. She shrugs. “He met some colleagues at the University of Coruscant and found out they swap their grad students like different types of droids.” I look at Lene. She looks back at me. I shrug. “You'll have to work out that schedule with Jocasta,” Lene smiles. “I’ve worked it out with her for when I'm out of the Temple and Ari’s there.” Eno becomes shifty-eyed. “I can take her.” Cere snorts. [...] “You are adjacent to the Yoda business.” I roll my head around instead of just my eyes. Cere and Eno cover their eyes, ears, and mouth in turn, in complete silence, with both hands. I watch, fascinated. “Is this a superstition?” I demand. I repeat the gestures: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. No wise monkeys here, unless you're the type to use the term sapients instead of sentients. I lower my hands from my mouth. I lower my hands from my mouth. “What is this?” “It's nothing.” “No, it's actually nothing,” Lene says, heading off the rising dismay I have at being brushed off. At the perception of being brushed off. Stop it, brain. “See nothing, hear nothing, say nothing,” Lene clarifies. After a moment she adds: “Yes, it's a superstition.”

ari: i'm not sure if they were lizards or … whatever the zeffo are … lene: shhh don't say that name lene: *sus look around* cere was helping me with some things so I can't be sure … eno cordova: HELLO :D ari: AUGH lene: WHERE did u come from eno: what do u mean i've been here the whole time cere: he has NOT eno: how come they let U just land on dathomir. i had to sneak in last time. in cere's LUGGAGE. lene: matriarchy ari: actually it's a reverse-patriarchy because the word matriarchy means mother-rule and idk about u but those dathmiri are not about having and raising kids and the sort of things that a matriarchy implies. they aren't even matrifocal????

[milkinthefreezer]

Beautiful Tears - Extremely short fic

> Yoba(Self Insert/Oc) x Mr. Qi

Hurt (no context) and Comfort

✦✦PROSHIPPERS/COMSHIPPERS DO NOT INTERACT.✦✦

"I love you." Yoba said to Mr. Qi

"I.. I know.. and I love you too, but.." Mr. Qi said in concern and anxiousness, holding his wife's face softly with one hand.

"I just.." Yoba looked down, and her eyes started to tear.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to." He pulled her softly towards him, hugging her body and patting her back softly.

"I just.. augh.." Yoba cried, looking down on her husband, who was hugging her while sitting down.

"I love you so much.. Qi.. I.. I don't know what I'll do when you're gone.." Yoba said in sniffles as her tears turned into pearls that softly landed on Mr. Qi's head.

He looked up at her with a soft yet sad smile.

"I'm not going anywhere without you, Yoba." Mr. Qi replied whilst standing up.

"But what if you do.. What if you find someone.. new.. young.." Yoba cried.

"I would rather die than let myself see another person besides you in my life." Mr. Qi said as he wiped away some of her tears.

"I want you to know I will never replace you, you are.. perfect.. you are everything and anything a person could ever want for Yoba, and hopefully, you understand that." He said with a smile.

"Even when.. I'm old?" Yoba giggled a bit.

"Even when we're old." Mr. Qi replied to her.

A comfortable silence took over the two of them, sniffling still heard.

"I say it a lot, but you're beautiful.. extraordinarily beautiful.. words aren't perfect enough to describe that." He softly made the two of them sit down on the couch, hugged Yoba, and kissed her forehead.

Yoba couldn't say anything but a hum in response.

"May words lack meaning, but I hope my actions are enough to mean something." Mr. Qi patted her back softly again.

"You're stupid.." Yoba chuckled, hugging him back softly with her hands on his chest.

Mr. Qi chuckled.

"Only around you." Mr. Qi kissed her curly hair

[andre8398]

A Hit and a Miss

-Yoyogi Academy (Baseball Field)

"BALL!" Kyuma drops the bat as he runs to first base as he hits his fourth ball.

THUMP

He seems unconstrained as the timer counts down. He can't keep his mind off of what happened at the hospital the afternoon prior.

THump THUmp

He was terrified, he thought he was gonna be reprimanded and yelled at, then why? "Why did he smile?"

-At the Hospital a few days prior

Thump Thump Thump

Ryugo's footsteps make the ground shake. Even with Mineaki's help it seemed like it was difficult to walk. Kyuma felt guilty for not being able to calm down his senior and for letting her use his baseball at all. Regardless he can't change the past, so he was prepared to accept the consequences.

THump THUmp THUMP

……….

Kyuma is trembling as the Giant student looms above him. A sense of dread fills the room as Ryugo reaches for Kyuma.

Everyone in the room felt uneasy as the intentions of the student were unknown, yet Durga and David were about to try to make a move. An expressionless Ryugo had his hand on Kyuma's head.

Rustle Rustle

Huff

"Hey, it's ok. Nothing to worry about kiddo."

Ryugo said with a weak smile as he rustled Kyuma's hair.

"W-what.. but we caused-"

"Don't beat yourself up about it. Things happen, the important thing is no one got hurt" Mineaki gives Ryugo a look of worry as he says those words. "and you both are taking responsibility for your actions. So don't worry." Ryugo's weak smile becomes more genuine and warm, leaving Kyuma and Durga baffled.

Thud

"Huh? What's tha…………

For a second the world grows silent.

-Yoyogi Academy (Baseball Field)

Kyuma snaps out of his thoughts at this silence as realizes that the game is over, his team had won and he is on his way to line up with the rest of his team.

"It's over already?" Kyuma questions himself as he tries to figure out what had just happened. Kyuma then goes to ask a teammate what happened after the game.

"Yea, It was crazy. You start to play like you were a pro, it was almost like you were possessed." Kyuma's teammates says with a twinkle in his eye.

Kyuma realizes what has happened and thanked his teammates as he finished changing. "Did you help me out, David?" A small child shepherd clings to his shoulder and nods. "I see, Thank you. Let's go meet up with Durga and Ryugo."

-A while later in a Clearing

"This is the right spot, right Dav- Aauh!" Kyuma questions as he sees no one around. However before Kyuma could finish his question he is lifted and taken away by a Red Dragon.

SKREEE!

The Dragon gleefully Skrees as he looks at Kyuma.

"WOW! YOU GOT BIG QUICK, PYRE!" Kyuma exclaims as Prye takes Kyuma into the mountains. As a clearing comes into view the dragon slows down. As Kyuma and Prye get closer to the clearing they see Ryugo and Durga sparring. Ryugo dodges and parries every one of Durga's attacks. "So they're at it again?" Kyuma sighs as the red dragon lands and gently puts Kyuma on the ground.

"WHY .. CAN'T….. UGH LAND…. A.. SHOO- WOAHHHH!" Durga gets thrown into a bush after a failed attempt to attack Ryugo from behind. "Augh… you're hurt, how are you still able to dodge and block my attacks?"

"It doesn't take much energy to dodge an attack, plus your attacks aren't that strong without that black energy stuff you used before. So I can block your attacks." Ryugo explains coldly as Durga springs into action again.

"AUHHHHHHH!"

Durga jumps and launches a spin kick. In the blink of an eye Ryugo plants his feet in the ground and places his arm in a defensive position.

THUD!

Ryugo is unmoved like a pillar standing firm. Suddenly using the momentum of the spin Durga launches a second kick. Even with the larger amount of force Ryugo still holds his ground. Time starts to slow until it feels like it stops completely.

Ryugo's eyes widen as something flashes through his mind. A young girl stands before him in a fighting stance.

"This time I'll take you down, Big Bro." she says as she begins

ryu..

"What was that?" Ryugo thought to himself and panicked.

ryugo……

"Who was that girl? She looked familiar."

Ryugo……….

"Was that a memory?"

RYUGO!

Ryugo opens his eyes and sees Kyuma over him.

"Kyu- ma?" Ryugo says as he slowly gets up, with Kyuma helping him. "What happened?"

"You looked like you were in a daze, and seeing her Durga struck you in the neck and knocked you out. She then said she "needed to go meet with the track coach about the next track meet." Kyuma tells Ryugo, with a worried expression.

"Hmmm I see. Well at least that's over. That tigress is relentless." Ryugo says with a bit of relief in his voice. "So, Kyuma, how was your game? Oh, and I hope Prye didn't scare ya."

Kyuma looks shocked at Ryugo, his senior was knocked out cold yet he acts like it was nothing. "That's what you're worried about Senpai?"

"Yea, I wasn't hurt and got a nice nap out of it. So I don't think it matters."

Kyuma looks at Ryugo baffled and just sighs at his seniors' cold and almost emotionless reply.

"I was surprised she got so big so quickly." Prye screeches in joy as Kyuma pets her head causing her to purr a bit. "Oh and the game was alright, I got a bit distracted but it worked out in the end."

"Well good. And sorry for making you come all the way out here into the mountains. I didn't know another place with enough space for Durga and me to spar."

"I-it's alright Senpai, it's nice to be in an open area with lots of room to move around, to bad that it looks like it's starting to get dark."

"Hmm alright then. How about you call Dr. Mineaki and ask him if it's ok to stay a bit after curfew? That way we can get a bite to eat." Ryugo gives a small smile, as David tugs on Kyuma's shirt with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Alright, hopefully he says yes" Kyuma says a he walks away looking for some signal. Pyre tags along to help.

After a while Kyuma is out of sight. Ryugo slowly gets up and goes over to a giant boulder, he slowly picks the boulder up. After adjusting its position he starts to do some squats. Some time passes and Ryugo finishes his squats and starts to other exercises while a shadowy figure stares from behind a tree hidden.

"48……. 49……. 50……. Guagh!" Ryugo finishes his final set as he chucks the boulder in the direction of the figure. Though just as he was about to walk over to where the boulder was.

"SKREEEE!" Ryugo heard Pyre call as Kyuma's group flies back

"Ah good your back, what he say?" Ryugo asks as he approaches the three. As the shadowy figure clings on to the tree terrified relived the boulder didn't hit him.

"He was surprisingly alright with it, he said just get back to the dorms safe and don't push yourself too hard with the physical reconditioning. Whatever that means?" Kyuma says, wondering, Ryugo chuckles slightly.

"Don't worry about it, let's go eat! Oh and Pyre I left you some extra meat at your nest, thanks for your help oh and tell the others i said hi!" Ryugo says as he and Kyuma wave goodbye to Pyre as the wyvern flies away.

"Now, my turn." Ryugo steps back from Kyuma and takes a deep breath.

Ryugo's body starts to shine as energy envelops his body. Ryugo grows slightly in size as horns, wings and a tail made from pure energy grow from Ryugo. A shocked Kyuma stares in disbelief.

"SO COOL! I didn't know you could do that senpai?!" Kyuma exclaims. "You kinda look like Wakan senpai when your like that." The shadow figure sneezes as he wonders what Kyuma just said Ryugo noticing but ignores it.

"It's not something I can do a whole lot since I'm still recovering but I should be fine for now. I think I'll call it my dragonborn form." Ryugo says as he hugs Kyuma tightly to make sure nothing happens to him.

"Alright let's goooo……" Ryugo says as he takes off into the city…………

[saturnaous]

To put it simply, The Anarchist was the villain of the decade. Probably of the Century. With a wave of his hand, he took out buildings, destroyed roads, collapsed monuments; ushering in a wave of disorganization in society. They had lead the rebellion against the oppression of the government- yet took it too far. Destroying any semblance of peace for the last twelve years. But just three years ago, he was defeated. The heroes rose against them in unison, creating their own resistance against the Anarchist. In one battle, they had taken the power away from him and created a new wave of order across the country, probably the world, to an extent. Now-a-days, they were a bit controlling. They organized mandatory mass groups to impose new rules on everyone- ones they themselves did not have to follow, ones that the people didn't want. So, when in two years the entire area was forced into a way they didn't want to live, people started to stand up. Protests in the streets, ending in threats of prison and harm, ceasing the yells in the streets. Vandalization, stopped by breaking the hands of the artists. Spreading the word, communications being cut off from anywhere farther than their reach. Frankly, it was unlivable. The new order wasn't order; it was simply fear and power. Bullying, if you will. Bullying that led to death by the hands of these 'heroes', if you could call them that anymore. Jones trailed down the streets, exact place in mind. As the former, most trusted intern by the heroes, he had gotten many parts of information from them. The fake memories that MindWinds had planted in there, and the ones that were removed. Most importantly, where the Anarchist was. He landed at the front of a rickety apartment building; shingles were falling from the roof, balcony unwashed for years. Half the steps were rotting or broken, making Jones wobble each time he pressed his weight on the wood. The doorbell was on it's last life; the only thing keeping it up was the wires on the back. He pressed the button, a subtle ding humming from the other side of the door. Quick footsteps. Woosh. The man inside had grungy hair, his eyes looked tried from nights of over working himself. The apartment was far too dark; only a single light humming from the hallway behind him, illuminating the piles of paper along the floor. "Who are you?" He asked, suspicious of the new man's presence. "Can't be a new neighbor. Greg isn't allowing new tenants; not like anybody'd wanna live here anyways." He said with a scoff. "I'm not a neighbor. I've come to ask for your help." The man waved him away. "I've got things to do, come back another time. I have a serum to perfect; despite what everyone tells me- Hey, you aren't one of 'em anti-hero guys, are ya? I'm not allowed to talk to you. Pretty sure the house might be bugged- everything is now-a-days, with them- Augh, forget it. I don't know why I'm talking to you, goodbye-" The man said, closing the door. "Wait!-" Jones yelped, pushing his foot between the edge of the door and the frame. The man opened it and scowled. "Do you know of the key of emeralds?" Jones asked, desperately clambering for the phone in his pocket. "Course I do. Who wouldn't? The whole thing that said to give people powers- 'Course now nobody 's even allowed to see the damn thing; nobody's got powers now with it in the lead vault." The man grimaced. Something in his eyes sparked, a memory, perhaps. "I found the damn thing. Nobody believes me no more." He huffed under his breath.

"May I come in?" Jones asked politely. The ex-villain scrunched his nose, cautiously opening the door.

Jones stepped inside, setting himself on the oddly comfortable, torn couch. The man set himself in the loveseat in front of him, staring at him with a curious expression.

Jones sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Do you know the Anarchist?" "Yeah, the guy from 'bout three years ago? Messed up the whole world 'n all that jazz." The man said, leaning back on the seat. "People keep tellin' me I look a whole lot like 'em. I don't see it though." The man said, scoffing.

"Atlas." Jones spoke. The ex-villain turned his head at the call. "How'dya know my name?" He said with a hiss, eyes narrowing at the man across from him.

"Because it's the Anarchist's name. Your name. His mind was erased and tampered with- filled with fake memories and ideas. MindWind took your mind, your name, and completely changed it so you wouldn't be able to do anything against them again." Jones explained.

Atlas' fingers twitched.

"Yer lyin'." He spat. The man stood up and marched to the back room, the light flickering as he walked past.

Jones stood up and quickly followed, not caring about the papers crumpling under his feet.

"So why the hell are ya doing talkin' to lil ol me if I'm such a big bad villain? Ain't like I could have a power anymore, even if I am the whole 'Anarchist'." He said with a scoff, sitting down in a chair, the papers at the desk overflowing with formulas that made Jones' head spin.

One was a note- written to his mother. Mentions of the key- how he swore he had held it as a child, cradling it in his hands while people gasped. How his father had called the police, because of course some sort of black magic and super heroes were ruining everything- Jones pulled his attention back to Atlas before the paper got too personal.

"Because there's a single way to unlock your memories. The emerald key. MindWind has to put on a trigger to your memories; it won't work otherwise. What better than the untouchable key?" Jones said, leaning on the doorway as Altas spun in the chair.

"So, say, if we were to go see this key- touch it, even, I would remember everything? Get my powers back?" He said with a amused grin. "Ain't no way in hell that's happening." The man scoffed, standing up from the chair and pulling out a tray from under the desk.

"I got all I need right here. Just a few more ingredients- maybe a year or so, I can get my powers." He said, looking longingly at a vague drawing of the key- too much resemblance too the real one to be a coincidence.

"Well, I'm hoping that just the picture will suffice, but who knows-" Jones said, pulling the phone out of his pocket and fumbling to the photos, clicking the most recent image.

Atlas turned his head just in time for his eyes to meet the screen. Plastered on it was the picture Jones had taken just last night; A glowing, emerald key, radiating a soft glow.

Atlas' face shifted. He stood there, stunned for a moment.

"Okay.

Okay no. I don't like this." They said, taking in a breath, eyes squeezed tight.

"Did it work?" Jones asked. Atlas pinched his nose bridge.

"Not well enough. I have two sets of memories, and no powers." He said, glancing at Jones.

Their eyes had a familiar spark to them. The dull Hazel in his irises had changed to a bright green- nearly as emerald as the key.

"So, we better get to that key and fix this." Atlas prompted, grabbing the leather jacket on the chair.

Jones grinned. chuckling. "What ever you say, sir."

They waved him away. "Just call me Atlas. I got to meet with an old friend- one glowing and green." He spoke in a low town, slipping on boots before walking out the door, not bothering to shut it.

Maybe- just maybe- this villain would get a second chance.

Jones chased after him- for a guy nearing his forties, he was moving fast, with too much determination on their face.

"You coming or what?" The Anarchist asked, revving the engine of the bike he was on.

"Yeah yeah, I'm comin', Slow your roll." Jones said with a grin.

Atlas smiled, turning through the grungy parking lot and down the road. Jones shook his head.

Yeah, there wouldn't be a problem in this adventure at all.

The villain of the century and the ex-intern of superheroes, fighting said superheroes for the people. Nothing would ever go wrong.

~

Alrighty, have to mention that this is quite a bit inspired by the renegades trilogy by Marissa Meyer. Very good books.

The most fearsome super villain in history was defeated and for judgement received two options: death sentence or memory wipe. They chose the latter. When the super heroes perform a coup and take control over the world, there is only one person powerful enough to aid you…

[asfearlessasamango]

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🎨⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

!! augh... probably these portraits. the style is so energetic and unique and all the kids look so scrappy, so moody, so unwashed, just as god intended... and they're all portrayed with their motifs 🥺

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

this one is easy! i definitely like going deep into a character's interiority, the why they do what they do, always giving them multiple reasons to say anything (bc there's always multiple reasons to why / how you say what you say), etc. i'm also a real "the curtains are never JUST blue" writer-- i try and make every single word i write be there for a reason and pay its rent on the page. i'm always cutting words, fighting narrative bloat (which is a term i came up with to describe what i do lol), trying to maintain tension, etc etc.

there are 2 wolves inside me, 1 of them wants to take therapist-style notes on a character and the 2nd wants to make sure the character's therapist's couch pattern is relevant to the story, bc otherwise we're not mentioning it. this can be a strength sometimes (never let it be said that i wrote a 1d character, or that i toss out random details without any followthrough) but can also make it hard to just bang out a fun fluff piece that doesn't question canon, and a lot of my stuff turns into super long pieces. i take things too seriously! i get in my own way! yet there aren't significant moral schemes to my writing the way brandon taylor says there should be! i play 5d chess with my own brain for fun! i edit as i go, i never stop editing! etc etc.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

someone commented on ASYLUM, i think, that all the little details and threads of the story are like a finely woven tapestry, and that made me really happy :) it's nice when the little stuff gets noticed.

[sdr2lovemail]

Is it okay to ask for continuations of requests that aren’t yours? (I’ll come off anon to prove I’m not the same person but I just really like the idea) Bc if so, gn!Technician reader housing the animatronics for a while was such a good concept and kinda comforting in a way??

Anyway I wanted to request the reader being sick either from exhaustion or just regularly sick and their new found family cares for them. Mostly self indulgent as I get over being sick myself. Thank you!

Hello Anon! I'm sorry to hear you're sick, I hope you feel better soon! And yes, you could ask for continuations even if you aren't the original asker. I'm so happy you guys enjoy this silly story I wrote.

In my last fic, I don't feel I put Sun's full personality there. With this one I think I did a better job. I'm also hoping to incorporate Moon into one of these stories. I just haven't figured out a storyline yet.

I hope you enjoy your request Anon!

The animatronics are the world’s okayest technician babysitters!

“Are you okay Superstar? You seem to be coughing quite a bit.” Freddy gives you a worried glance.

It was soon before the Glamrocks had to head to the Pizza Plex. In just a few days, you would be able to have peace in your house again. With all of the robotic mishaps going on, you almost forgot the reason they came here.

Seated in your workstation, Freddy sits patiently as you look in his chest cavity. You’ve already taken a look at Roxy and Monty. Then after Freddy, it’ll be Chica, and finally Sun and Moon’s turn. You decided to save them for last as he didn’t need much maintenance. You look up at the bear, filled with an odd warmth. He kinda reminded you of a dad.

“Oh, I’m fine Freddy. It might just be my allergies. Changing seasons and all that.” You close up his chest and stretch out your back. “I’ll just finish you guys up and head to bed. Sleep off whatever’s going on.”

You did not sleep it off.

Waking up was a chore, bleary eyes and a throbbing head kept you down. Maybe you could just lay down again. Sleep just for a little longer.

A stream of light seeps into the room. Cracking open your tired eyes, there stands Gregory in the doorway. He has his body halfway through the door. Seeing you still in bed, he speaks in a hushed tone.

“Good morning. I know it’s kinda early…but I was wondering if we could have breakfast together.” Gregory whispers. His words getting lost in a foggy void.

“Huh? Oh Gregory, hi. Yeah…I can make us some food. Just…Just give me a minute to get up.” He gives you a small nod, leaving the door ajar to let some light in.

It takes 30 minutes to get up and dressed. On shaky legs, you unsteadily make your way to the kitchen. Chica, Sun, and Gregory are there. You can’t seem to find the others. Sun perks up once they hear your footsteps. He does a full 180 in the chair. Bent in a contorted fashion, he starts to give you a cheery greeting.

“He~ello! Good to see you up and- AUGH! Why do you look like that?! It looks like you haven’t had sleepy time in AGES!” Sun practically falls from their chair and clambers up to you. Gripping your shoulders, he brings his face close to yours. Their erratic movement was making your headache worse. “Maybe you got hurt? Oh, that would be bad bad bad! We should bring you to a medical station. DO you have a medical station? We should bring you to it.”

“We don’t have a medical area Sun…I don’t think any house would.” You say before breaking into a quick coughing fit. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a little sick. I’ll just take some medicine or something.” You pull away from his hold to walk to the fridge. You had promised Gregory breakfast after all. You were about to grab the handle before you were picked up off the ground.

Pressed against their metallic chest, Sun begins to sway you side to side. Similar to a parent rocking their baby, yet more fast and jittery. “OH NO! If there’s no medical station, how will you get better?! Will you DIE?!”

“I know! Humans get lots of rest and it makes them feel better. I guess it’s like recharging.” Chica’s voice calls, muffled from her mouth being stuffed. It looks like she’s eating a frozen pizza. Box and all. You’re so tired you can’t even scold her.

“Rest! Right! They just need to recharge!” And with that, Sun bolts away to your room. He tucks you into the bed tightly. Fluffing your pillows and giving you the commemorative, three-foot Roxy plush you got instead of a raise. “Sweet dreams, Sunshine.” They flick on your lamp and close the curtains before scrambling out of the room.

Back in the kitchen, Gregory has just brought the rest of the animatronics up to date with your condition. Despite having such an advanced AI, none of them know what human sickness entails. Freddy lets out a sad sigh.

“I knew something was off. Gregory is there anything we could do to help them?”

“It would be so lame of them to be stuck in bed for the rest of our stay!” Monty chimes in.

“Will they DIE?! I would be SO SO sad if my favorite techie died!” Sun dramatically brings their hands to their face.

“Uh well, no they won’t. Usually, when we’re sick we eat soup. But, I’m sure you guys don’t know how to cook. I could just go out and get some…Hope they don’t mind me borrowing their card.” Gregory explained.

“What? PSH! How hard could cooking be? I’m sure I could pick it up real easy.” Roxy picks up a used pot from the sink. “You just need one of these…and uh…it makes soup!” The rest of the animatronics cheer in agreement. Walking to different parts of the kitchen, they fail to notice Gregory walking out the front door.

“Okay, I grabbed everything that I think goes in a soup. I’ve seen them cook at least twice so I believe I know what I’m doing.” Chica didn’t know what she was doing. In her arms were random condiments and other ingredients that wouldn’t be found in a soup. Seconds after she set them onto the counter, Sun begins to organize them by size.

“Ah yes, I’ve seen them put this in their food.” Freddy pulls out a bottle of black pepper. He goes to pour some in the pot of water before it’s ripped out his hands.

“Why should you get to do it, Fazbear?” Monty guards the pepper. “You don’t get to do everything just because you’re the lead singer.”

“Monty, please, this isn’t the time for this.” Freddy tries to grab the bottle but Monty jerks it away. Doing so, the bottle slips out of Monty’s hand and onto the floor, spilling pepper everywhere.

“AH! Oh NO! What a mess! Must clean, clean!” Dropping down to his knees, Sun begins scooping up pepper with their hands.

Not seeing the daycare attendant on the ground, Chica trips and falls over. The stuff in her arms fell and spilled onto the ground, sending Sun into another frenzy.

“Ugh! Look what you did, Fazbear!.”

“I am truly sorry, Monty. I didn’t mean to cause this.”

“Hmmm, If I turn the fire all the way up it’ll cook faster! Such a genius as always Roxy!” She reaches her hand and cranks the burner to high heat.

The kitchen dives into further chaos as time goes on. The animatronics keep dropping things, with Sun trying to clean between them. The pot has begun boiling over and spilling onto the floor. Monty and Roxy are fighting about something. Chica is eating random food scraps. And Freddy is just trying to fix everything.

The noise suddenly comes to a halt as Gregory walks through the front door. He pauses when he sees the mess of the kitchen. Setting his shopping bag onto the counter, Gregory walks over to shut the burner off. Pinching his nose bridge, he lets out a sign.

“Can…Can you guys just go to the living room? I need to heat this up.” Out of the bag, he pulls out a takeout bowl of soup.

Shuffling out with their tails between their legs, literally and metaphorically, the animatronics slink into the living room. Stepping over trash and other unidentifiable stains, Gregory heats up your soup and brings it to your room. He knocks on the door before entering.

“I went out to get you some soup. I had to borrow your card to buy it, I’m sorry. And the animatronics kiiiinda destroyed your kitchen. But don’t worry I’ll make sure they clean it up. You just need to focus on getting better.” He then sets the bowl of soup in your lap.

You drank some of the soup, the warm liquid instantly soothing your scratchy throat. “Thank you, Gregory. I really appreciate this. I’m sorry about not eating breakfast with you. When I’m feeling better I’ll make you anything you like.” You were interrupted by a cough. “You should go on now, I don’t need you getting sick too.” You patted him on the head before gently shoving him towards your door.

With a nod, Gregory walks out and gently shuts your door. Now with that done, he had some singing robots to scold

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Can I please request

#3 - They just told him they liked him but they get shy and say “never mind, forget it” …and he wasn’t letting them dismiss it just like that

With Idia Shroud? (≧▽≦)

i like this prompt BSJKSHSOW

Thank you! Remember to take care of yourself

【 till we reach the happy end 】

prompt #3: They just told him they liked him but they get shy and say “never mind, forget it” (ft. idia shroud)

gender neutral! reader, spoilers for ghost marriage + suitor suit idia's vignette, 600 followers event (closed!)

author's note: uuu lyzaaaa i wrote this for you bb <33 honestly the most fun thing i've written in a while. i read his vignette n i scrapped the initial idea i had for this fic and,,,,well the rest is history. i hope you enjoy !!

Idia was having a terrible, horrible, no-good night. Emphasis on the horrible. He was literally just seconds away from being ghosted, and in quite the literal sense too. And he was about to get married against his will! If it was to one of his favorite characters, then maybe Idia would've said yes, but this was to a literal ghost who threatened 'eternal love' for him despite having just met him.

He shivered, feeling better now that he could actually move around. He really needed to get out of this getup. And quickly. Before someone made a comment about him being a tokusatsu villain or a cringy cosplayer...

"Ugh, this cravat is literally choking me, no cap," Idia muttered to himself as he slipped into NRC's darkened hallways. "Thank goodness the protag group were busy taking care of the rest..."

"Idia-senpai!" The call of his name made him flinch, though he instantly recognized it to be their voice.

"W-what's up, Prefect-shi...?" Idia hoped his voice didn't betray his nerves as he spoke. It was hard to think straight when he was literally right in front of his c-cru...cru— oh Idia really didn't want to think about the c-word right now.

"I saw you leaving and I wanted to ask if you were okay," The warm smile they gave him had his heart doing somersaults and Idia could almost forget about the bad things that happened that evening. Such was the life of 'Idia the Simp', who was simply happy that the object of his affections cared about him. How sad and loser-like, was he right?

"I'm fine. I mean, aside from my legs literally turning into jelly from standing for so long," Idia mumbled before raising his voice. "That ghost must've been grinding his stats real hard to be able to fight like that."

"I guess so," They mused, falling into step beside him. "I'm really glad that the others made it in time."

"Ace-shi really came in clutch in this one! He was like a hero from some kind of action manga. Actually, weren't they all pretty hero-like?"

Idia continued to ramble excitedly. "I mean, the protagonist's friends arrived fashionably late— and they were all dressed to impress like princes in a dating sim! Riddle-shi being cool and unapproachable, yet shows his awkward and kind side to the protagonist. Epel-shi as the fragile character that you can't help but want to protect, yet also has a cool and alluring side. And finally Rook-shi, the prince of a neighboring country who secretly protects the main character, and instantly gains best boy status when it's revealed—!"

Idia realized just how excited he was getting over nothing— the tips of his hair turning bright orange— and he sighed deeply, "Augh, really, a loser like me could never compare to shiny princes like them..."

"Don't say that," They had stopped walking. The cool night air tickled the back of Idia's neck as he stood rooted in spot. There was quite a serious expression on their face and Idia wondered if he chose the wrong dialogue option somewhere along the line...

"If it counts for anything I think you look really cool— no, a better word would be absolutely dashing," Their nervousness showed in the way they shifted every few seconds, swallowing before continuing.

"Aren't you really prince-like too? The mysterious heir to the throne that no one ever sees who secretly helps the kingdom by masquerading as an inventor. He continues to provide the kingdom with advance technology whilst under the cover of the unlikeable hermit, and the main character is the first one to learn of his secret."

"Wow, that," This time it was Idia's turn to swallow, his own hair tinting a light pink. "T-that almost makes me sound like a good character to romance... You should become a dating sim writer."

They laughed lightly at that, "Thanks, but...what I really wanted to say was... That is..." They took a deep breath before starting again, "Because of tonight and what happened, I thought that life is short. And that I can't possibly control everything, so I should make sure to say what I want to say properly before it's too late. Idia-senpai. I...like you."

Idia could not believe his ears. Was he dreaming? Was this heaven? Did he dream up being saved by Ace and the others but actually he became a ghost and crossed to the other side? He didn't even remember paying the ferry to cross the river Styx!

"Eh?" was all that managed to leave his mouth, his hair fully turning as flushed as his face felt. The gears in his head were turning, but that didn't mean he wasn't losing braincells trying to figure out what was happening. In the first place, the genre of this day changed way too many times! From slice-of-life to survival horror to fighting game, and finally....a romantic visual novel?? Give him a break already!

"Actually. Just forget I said that." They turned around to quickly walk away but Idia grabbed onto their sleeve before they got too far. Oh Sevens, he really chose the most insanely noob-like dialogue option there was on the "Ranking of Things to Say if Someone Confesses to You" (made by Idia Shroud).

"W-wait, this is...way too much information for my brain to handle, I think I need to download extra gigabytes of RAM for this," Idia said under his breath before finally raising his gaze.

The pale moonlight washed everything in blue, and he couldn't help but think that they looked so...pretty even half-obscured in light. Their stare was pinned at the ground and he really needed to say something before they ran away and it was impossible for him to rewind the scene and fiz his mistakes.

"You..." Idia cleared his throat, the pink of his hair fluttering with the passing wind. "Could I p-please hear that dialogue option...once again? I-I promise to give a better answer this time! Or did I already raise a death flag for myself and hurtle myself towards the bad ending? Ah, Idia, this is why you aren't suited to be a otome game protag, you should just stick t—"

The breath was stolen from his lungs as warm palms urgently cradled his face, "Senpai... I don't like hearing the person that I like talking badly about himself all the time. Especially right after I told him how cool he is."

The words came out in a wheeze as he spoke again, "Y-you said 'like' just now? What k-kind of like is that?"

"The 'romantic' type of like," They said, a finger ghosting over his cheek. "The 'I want to play your route till the happy ending' type of like."

"Oh. In a positive way," He hastily added, his hair growing brighter by the second. "Y-you're really good at these...romantic words."

"Of course I am," They gave him a mischievous grin. "I learned from the best games on the market. So what do you say to my proposal?"

Aaaanddd Idia was back to feeling faint again, "T-that was a figure of speech right? I don't think I can handle another proposal so soon—"

"Senpai," They chided softly as Idia tugged at the ends of his hair. "A simple yes or no would suffice."

"Uhm. If you can't already tell by this," Idia pointed to his hair— which was now bright pink and flaming dangerously high. "I'd like to stay with you too. Till the happy ending."

"Till the happy ending," They echoed, smiling as they finally released his face. Idia found himself missing the touch a little....just a little though.

He didn't get the chance to wallow before his hand was being clasped in theirs, "C'mon! Let's get you out of those fancy clothes and play some games in your room already!"

"W-wait a second, Prefect-shi?" Idia flushed harder, if that was even physically possible. "Y-you're skipping too many chapters of the dating stage, you know? There's an order to things!!"

"I meant video games, senpai," They laughed as they skipped in front of him, Idia's own steps frantic to stay close to them. "Get your head out of the gutter."

"R-right," Idia nodded, absolutely mortified for the second— or was it third time?— that night. "I knew that."

And Idia was the subject of their teasings long after the night was over. He had to live through the embarrassment of them recounting the whole story to an all-too-curious Ortho. (Maybe he should've programmed him with less curiosity, but alas he can't go back on his own genius.)

But well, he really couldn't complain. Not when they held his hand so tightly as they watched his favorite movies with him. And especially not when they fell asleep on his shoulder— a cliché that was one of his favorites to date. Idia was sure of it now. No matter what hardships or trials would follow in the future, he would play this route till the happy end.

thank you for reading this very based idia take (pls help i've gamer-talked for too long bc of idia) if you did, please like, subscribe, and check out my masterlist for other works !!

[ mini idia dictionary bc pog ]

tokusatsu villain - tokusatsu refers to a genre of live-action shows that heavily use special effects. think ultraman or kamen rider.

death flag - an action or dialogue that foreshadows an untimely death for a certain character. raising one means to basically accelerate the death of a character, since you're adding more death flags to their roster.

bad ending/happy ending - referring to otome games, where there are multiple endings to different routes that are achievable by changing dialogue/actions throughout the story.

lmk if there are any other terms i should add bc i lost count of the more confusing ones after re-reading this 3 times jskfjdskf

[dufferpuffer]

Yeah I'm perched upon the old man like a hissing possum. Not an American Opossum, idk what noise they make, but a proper Aussie Possum that sounds somewhere between clearing your throat and hitting a window with a hose. That's me. But I always appreciate how deep you dive into things and how well thought out your stuff is even when I don't agree - because so many people go "Idk he just has bad vibes :\" and that's BORING and LAME. Give me a STORY. Give me something to THINK ABOUT and CHEW. This is fiction so give me FICTION.

Augh I think it makes sense but this sort of shit does my head in. Time and fate and bullshit I hate it, I hate messiah and destiny...

Like, for a story that places so much emphasis on personal choices, on what you chose and not fate, it's weird how much hinges on a prophecy that is vaguely worded and it's unclear if it really means what we mostly think it does.

Yeah. This has always been my single biggest issue with Harry Potter: this incredibly odd mix of base, core themes. It makes things like time travel and messiah shit and prophecies... not really satisfying. It doesn't subvert them - It plays them straight, Despite having a story that should otherwise be... the opposite. The most it does is have the old man twist the word of fate in a path-of-most-resistance, hoping he can actually save a boy he loves

But I like the idea that prophecies are.... wobbly. That there are stored prophecies that haven't come true and prophecies that have - like a one eyed daruma. Snape wouldn't go on a holiday. Harry would choose to die. But I don't like that fate is standard, that it is destined... (and thus I dont like lame time travel stories - I can forgive POA for being a fun kids adventure, but I do wish it didn't have the time travel element lol it is stinky lame)

I wonder: If prophecies don't HAVE to come true. If a prophecy is a magical prediction, a vast reading of people, of the motions of time and history... but aren't NECESSARILY true. If there is always a chance that a prophecy will be interrupted. Altered. That 99.99% of the chance is that Snape wont go on holiday, it isn't his personality, it isn't who he or his magic is - and yet here is the very slimmest chance that he will go anyway.

That fighting against a prophecy, or trying to twist it, trying to understand everyone and everything enough that it can be altered... is a viable option.

I think this is what we see ol' Dumbles do: He is more than happy to stay separated from Harry, knowing he will die early, knowing he was a lamb for slaughter: but he should train him into a pig. To ENSURE they get the ending they wand.

But then he does start to love him. He didn't mean to, he meant to keep his distance, to do things 'for the greater good' - but he started to want a different fate for him. He opens his soul, his thoughts, his most secret processes to Harry at the end of OotP - shit he aint shared with anyone before - and decides he is going to try and twist fate, twist destiny, as much as he can. That prophecies aren't solid. That they are flexible by design. They are a window into common sense and logic - but sometimes the world doesn't always work like that. Miracles are real.

But this is me on four shots of Vodka. hehehe

Hey :^) I was wondering if you had any thoughts on how prophecies work, if they work at all. There's so many of them stored... Specifically in the context of 'What would have happened if Snape never overheard the Prophecy, never delivered it to Voldemort' (like he was on a holiday in the Bahamas and skipped the whole thing) But also in any context. You are cool and have cool thoughts

Hi!

Thank you so much!

I know we don't agree on everything (*cough* Dumbledore *cough*), but you have some great thoughts too and I like reading your posts!

It took me a while to get to this ask because I'm slowly getting through my inbox, and this was a really interesting subject.

So, to the question of prophecies, honestly, I'm not sure. I mean there are so many prophecies in that hall and I have to wonder how they are recorded? And they seem to know when they are fulfilled:

Tiny, yellowing labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelf. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown lightbulbs.

(OotP, 778)

The glowing ones are still unfulfilled, while the dull ones are prophecies that already come to pass. At least, that's what's implied.

There aren't really any official answers to the hall itself though, so all I have is my personal headcanons, speculations, and what makes sense to me with what we do know about the Wizarding World and the Department of Mysteries.

I think, similarly to the trace, the magic of the Hall of Prophecies is ancient and not something modern wizards would know how to replicate. We know the ministry and the DOM were founded where the veil was already located, and I think the Hall of Prophecies (or at least the magic that powers it) was one of the first things built there. Well, built into the building, it wasn't the Ministry yet.

Basically I have like a whole timeliness in my head for the history of magical government. I mentioned some of it here when discussing the Wizengamont, but basically I think the Department of Mysteries was built before the ministry. Like, initially it was a place for rituals and studying magic before wizard society really got together. Around the time Hogwarts and the Wizengamot were founded though, I believe that's when the Department of Mysteries was built (with a different name then). It was built around the veil and was dedicated to the study of magic.

Later when the Ministry was founded, it was built over the existing magical study institution. So the hall of prophecies was there for a good few centuries before the ministry. That's my headcanon, at least.

I think the hall is powered by very ancient magic and when a prophecy is made, it appears there and it goes dark when what it foretells comes to pass. The prophecies appear without labeling, the labels are added by the Unspeakables who don't really know how the magic that makes the prophecies appear works, and they hate it. At least, that's my headcanon. I believe it probably works on the same system of magic that traces magic in Britain I mentioned in the post about the trace. Basically, when a prophecy is recognized by the Trace, the magic of the hall acts up to record it.

Now, it brings me finally to the actual question, what if Snape didn't overhear the prophecy? Would it still be set into motion?

And the answer is that I'm not sure. I have my headcanon about prophecies, but like what I said about the Hall of Prophecies, it's based on loose speculation and what makes sense to me.

Like, for a story that places so much emphasis on personal choices, on what you chose and not fate, it's weird how much hinges on a prophecy that is vaguely worded and it's unclear if it really means what we mostly think it does. I mentioned in the past how vague the wording on it is, the seventh month could be so many other months except July (my favorite being September, as it literally translates to "seventh month" in Latin). Because of this, I see prophecies in HP as a combination of fate and choice.

If we assume this prophecy is real, for the sake of this discussion, because we do see real prophecies, like in PoA when Trawlany predicted Pettigrew would bring Voldemort back. We know prophecies are real in this world, just not this specific prophecy (I mean, we know a prophecy about Voldemort and Harry was made and is in the hall, I just have my doubts regarding its contents). But let's say it's real and it says what Dumbledore said it does because I want to explain my concept of fate in HP as a whole.

Like, Voldemort's choice to go and kill Harry marked Harry as his equal and vanquisher, if Voldemort hadn't actively chosen Harry, the prophecy wouldn't have referred to them. Now, because how choices are a matter of free will, I think it doesn't have to be Harry, that Voldemort doesn't have to chose. But he would choose and he would always choose Harry over Neville because that's how he would always interrupt the prophecy.

Kinda like I mentioned in the Harry is the MOD post, fate in the wizarding world is weird. Harry would always be the Master of Death because he would always be the kind of person to eventually choose to die. In the same way, Voldemort would always choose to mark Harry as the prophesized child because it's who he is. In the same way, Severus would never choose to take a vacation in the Bahamas during the first war because it's the type of person he is. Basically how things went down had to go down this way because these people would always make the same choices because that's who they are.

I think that's how fate works in the HP world. Like, that's my headcanon/speculation of it.

I actually have a piece of evidence for it, sort of. When Harry and Hermione go back in time, we see explanations for what has already happened (like the stag Patronus). Basically they didn't change the past because they always went back in time. The stag Patronus came to save Harry because Harry was always going to cast it. Basically, time is linear in the HP world, but it's not because your choices don't matter, it's because you are the kind of person you are at the moment you make a choice — and the choice will always be the same one at a given moment because that's who you are.

So, the answer is that Snape will always overhear the prophecy, he'll always tell Voldemort and Voldemort will always choose Harry. If we want to change things, we need to go earlier and change the situation so the choice would be different. But if we do that, it always happened that way and the prophecy would then not be made at all.

I hope my rambling about time and fate makes sense, but this was lots of fun to think about, so thank you!

[stardustincarnate]

LOVE SHOT // Fred Weasley x Reader

word count : 2,975

genre : fluff

summary : things may run off the track unexpectedly, but whether they're for the better or worse is the question.

"Please let it work. Actually it's fine if not -- oh, but please just work!"

"What're you mumbling about, darling?"

"Nothing! And did you just call me darling, Fred?"

"What do you prefer then? Love? Sweetheart? Sunshine? Princess?"

"Augh... My God, you drank too much."

Fred giggled with an almost sheer dazed look gracing his features. You rolled your eyes and averted your gaze, knowing, yet completely ignoring the way the older ginger''s eyes never left you.

Waiting patiently for your target with an intensifying feeling of awkwardness, thanks to your companion who was acting slightly off-characters, you fidgeted with your handkerchief and stuffed hors d'oeuvres to your mouth.

There, finally. Thank God. Ron came back to your table, followed by Harry. You wiped off the non-existent mess on your lips and mustered the cutest, most affectionate smile that you could -- which, to Harry, looked almost a bit preposterous -- and looked expectantly at Ron, who then gave you a subtle smile, idleness visible on his eyes -- something which you didn't heed at the time because of an internal haughtiness due to your 'small victory.'

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you uttered, "H-Hi Ron --"

"Hello."

"Enjoying ourselves, I hope?"

"Uhm... yeah."

"Would you like some butterbeer?"

"That'd be cool. Yeah."

"A-All right -- I'll go get two for us -- "

"Can you get one for me too?" Harry interrupted just as you were about to stand up. "Okay, sure." He was Ron's best friend anyway.

"I'll accompany you." Fred invited himself and began leading before you could retaliate. You kept silent and followed nonetheless, glancing every now and then at Ron who valiantly tried to busy his uneventful situation by staring resentfully at the revelers. You were beginning to think that the Amortentia that you had brewed for him didn't work. And like you mentioned before, it would be fine if it didn't. Still! It would be a shame if your efforts really went in vain. C'mon, it was your only chance to experience your feelings to be reciprocated. Was that too much to ask?

Your helplessness however dissipated once you caught Ron staring at your direction. Was he smiling? He was! He was smiling at me! You grinned and waved animatedly at your crush, bumping into another figure during the process.

That figure, out of all the people in the venue, just so happened to be your favorite professor, Severus Snape.

"Enjoying ourselves, aren't we, Miss [L/N]?"

"Y-Yes sir. V-Very much."

He glanced at Harry and Ron before scrutinizing you.

"Good." You sighed in relief as he walked away, cape billowing behind. You found it exceedingly ominous -- or were you only overreacting? Of course you were, silly you. But it couldn't be helped. If Snape found out that you had brewed a love potion -- oh boy, detention would be the least of your concerns.

With those thoughts gone, you continued your little amble, only for you to stop again, seeing how Fred already got four glasses imperfectly balanced on his hold. He grinned at you before winking.

"Oh hey uhm thanks, Fred. I can help you with that though."

"Nonsense! Can't have a lovely lass not enjoying this fair night, can we?"

"Fred... I'm literally just going to carry two of those."

"I'm fine, darling!"

He was acting very eccentric, you reckoned. You shrugged, pitifully staring at him while he tried (and failed) to hide his struggle.

You'd gone back to your table and the night ensued too normally. No -- mundane would be the correct word. The night only consisted of drinking butterbeer, staring enviously at revelers, who were clearly relishing the ball, and apologetically glancing at one another for not having dates to enjoy the night with. Except for Fred, though. He had a date -- why on earth did he choose to suffer with the three of you? You played with your glass and furtively looked at Ron. Did the potion work or did it not?

Or perhaps it had, and Ron was only trying hard to control himself. After all, you were in public.

You had to keep that girlish giggle to yourself, hoping that the following days would prove your assumed victory right.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

Days turned into weeks; weeks into a month -- and you had tried arduously to deny the clear and discernible result of your little experiment. However, the evidence spoke loud and clear. And quite literally too.

"Darling [Y/N]!"

How on earth did this happen? How did Fred, instead of Ron, drink the love potion? Ah, forget those hows! You thought that you should have foreseen a mix-up happening, especially because your target was Ron Weasley -- Ron, whose older brothers, the twins, would take every chance to make things run off the track.

"Love, here are your books! Ah there -- they're a bit dusty. I thought these old geezers were supposed to clear these stuffs."

"Quiet!"

"Sorry!"

The librarian gave you and Fred another death glare. You frowned at your companion and he mouthed an apology. In silence, you sat down and began perusing the books he had brought you. He, thankfully, gave no heed to what you were reading as he was busy admiring you, a dazed look on his face -- which by then you had grown accustomed to. It was severely blood-curling for the first few days to have him stare at you for more than half of the day because he just so happened to be in most of your classes. Filch would give you revolted glances everytime he encountered you walking side by side in the corridors. Your friends would give you dreamy looks and even Ron, your freaking crush, had jested about shipping you and Fred.

"Ugh. This is a conundrum."

"What is, dearest? Did I give you the wrong books? I can go find similar ones."

"No -- it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll go look for them myself."

"Just shout if you need assistance, 'kay?"

"Fred... We're in a library."

"So?"

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly began your task. That your fingers had an ample amount of dust only proved that you had been skimming for books for too long. You needed an antidote for that love potion as soon as possible. You growled and thought that you should've considered first that lest things go awry -- which it obviously did. You were so certain that the effects of the potion would eventually fade, and now that your theory had been proven wrong, you swore to never do something like that again. Guilt had already begun consuming you, knowing that Fred would unconsciously do everything for you.

"Ugh. This sucks..." Your eyes continued searching until you finally found what looked like the solution. Sighing in relief, you tiptoed to reach the book. You felt warmth suddenly cradling your back, and a pair of arms did the arduous job so easily for you.

"Here."

"Thanks, Fred."

"Anything for you."

He smiled and affectionately ruffled your hair. A smile of your own followed, unbidden. Your fingers touched as you took the book, and a jolt of electricity made you stop for a millisecond. Your nape was burning and a funny feeling was swirling in your tummy. Fred's smile grew, his eyes never leaving you.

"Erm. We should go back."

You headed back to the table feverishly, absently hugging the book shaking your head.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

"You feel, uh, anything strange?"

"What strange, love?"

"Like strange strange. Perhaps, confused? As to why you're in my room?"

"Are you worried? Aw love, you needn't be! I'm fine, even if I get caught walking out of the girls' quarter. Detention would be worth it for you."

"Yeah, because you wouldn't be alone in there once they find out that I invited you in."

You sighed helplessly and stared, in consternation, at your own reflection -- devoid of all hope -- in the liquid mixed with the love potion antidote which you had prepared for him.

"Is something the matter? You know you can talk to me, [Y/N]."

Fred stood up from your bed and tenderly placed his hand on your shoulder. Your weary eyes met his -- his eyes which stared so fondly at you, though concern began to grow prominent. Your emotions veered violently. Hopelessness to vexation -- vexation to an almost poignant and restrained affection -- then to pity. Pity for your own self and most importantly, pity for him.

His expressions spoke loud with sincerity, and so did his affections. Or maybe you wished they did.

There came that familiar jolt of electricity -- that funny, swirling feeling in your stomach, and that heat which enveloped your entirety. It was such a lovely feeling, yet it was far more a terrible one -- knowing that no matter how valiantly you began to wish his actions and intentions were genuine, they were merely following what that bloody love potion had told them to do.

"Uhm Fred... Best you head back now. It's getting late. Let's... Let's talk tomorrow."

Fred seemed reluctant to leave, the look of concern on his face amplified.

"You sure you're all right, pretty?"

"Yup! I -- I'm good. Thanks. Now go."

Fred was slightly pouting. "You sure, huh? Well, if you say so then. Goodnight! Dream a little dream of me. Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise you."

"Y-Yeah. Nighty."

He sent you a flying kiss that had you grinning absurdly like a schoolgirl. However, that grin didn't last long as you were already alone. You frowned and went to the corner of your room where the leftovers of your most abhorred possession resided. That cursed love potion. The root of all your dilemmas.

You smirked sardonically. Who's so brazen now, huh? You leaned closer, letting the smell waft to you, and it seemed like Fred never left the room. You chuckled cynically, then proceeded to groan in utter frustration.

It was a foolish idea to begin with, really. How could you be so daft, resorting into making that deadly potion just because no one liked you? Just because, for once, you wanted to feel appreciated and loved? And worse -- you gave it to the wrong person! Then what happened? You fell hard for that person. Karma was indeed doing their job excellently.

You had relished those times with him, truly. Those ridiculously cheesy nicknames that he had given you, times he'd tail you, help you with your books, make you laugh for hours on until your personal problems flurry away, and times he'd make you feel like you were the most special person in the world... Really. But it was enough. They were all fake anyway, right?

Right.

It was good while it lasted, but you'd rather rot in detention instead of being eaten alive by your conscience.

There was only one person who knew potions, antidotes, and the like better than anyone else. And even if you hated confronting him in any given situation, you got yourself in this hole of troubles in the first place.

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

"Uhm... Fred..."

"Yes love?"

"I've a favor..."

"Anything for you. Just tell me what it is."

"Hooh, okay... Can you accompany me to Professor Snape's office?"

Fred's eyes seemed to twitch at your request.

"Oh, well if you don't want to -- "

"No, no! It's all right."

Then he had the most inscrutable expression. Something seemed to veer in his head. You had no idea what it was.

"He -- uhm -- he called for me. I just need someone to accompany me because... you know... I'm a scaredy-cat."

"Of course, dearest." He smiled and jauntily got up from his seat, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"Thanks."

And so you began to trudge towards your imminent doom, taking so little steps in order to furthermore delay the inevitable. But alas, there you were. Right in front of Snape's office. You heaved a huge sigh. Feeling the extremity of tangible discomfort and not wanting to stand absurdly in front of Snape's office for another five minutes, Fred knocked on the door for you.

The door was leisurely opened seconds later. The mere sight of the professor whose gaze pierced radically through you, as if he had already known your horrible secret, made your heart pommel your ribcage.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley? And Ms. [L/N]. I don't remember calling either of you, but if you came to volunteer for dete --"

"N-no no no, Professor!" You sidled from Fred's back, doing your best yet failing to avoid Snape's eyes. "Y-You see... We -- we have a slight problem."

"Oh, Ms. [L/N], you've obviously come to the wrong place. I do not fix love quarrels. Good day."

"W-Wait! Professor! It's not like that -- but, well it technically is -- but!"

"But what? You're wasting my time." It was Snape's second attempt to close the door on your faces. You hampered the force with your hands and began to confess your crime. Very quickly.

"IaccidentallygaveFredalovepotionandnowIcan'ttakeitanymoresoIneedyourhelpyouaretheonlyonewhocanmakeanantidoteSirpleasehelp."

Exasperation grew, so was his confusion. But he got the message eventually and looked at Fred with an inscrutable expression, then he looked at you. He tutted, eyes wandering betwixt you and your companion as he invited you in.

Snape was wordless as he rummaged through his shelves, but that silence was far more oppressive than whatever scolding you'd previously imaged to receive. But still, it seemed like he was saving his words for last. For, say, the final blow.

You gulped at the thought.

Suddenly he stopped and your eyes widened.

"Ms. [L/N], leave us for a moment."

You exited the room, confused but silent. Oh God, this is it. Doomsday. You were gnawing your bottom lip the whole time waiting while hearing only muffled sounds from the inside. You leaned over the door, nearly falling when Snape opened it. He beckoned you to come inside. You did so, a huge chunk in your throat.

Snape sat down, his languid eyes raking you and Fred, making you furtively glance at each other.

"There seems to be a different conundrum, Ms. [L/N]."

"W-What do you mean?"

"Apparently, the antidote did not work on Mr. Weasley."

"Huh? What?! So you mean he's gonna stay like this for much longer until you make the right one?"

The words lacking reverence came out unbidden, but Snape paid no heed and only looked at you, a trifle incredulous, and almost awed that you could've sworn he was sniggering.

"That depends, him staying like this for much longer. But for one certainty, Mr. Weasley here was never under the spell of a love potion."

"Professor—that's simply not possible! I specifically brewed that darned love potion for Ron but then Fred apparently drank it and so he started acting so... so lovesick all around me!"

Snape became even more disappointed, if not astounded, with your confession. He stood up from his chair and eloquently raised an eyebrow. You cowered under his imperious stare.

"Didn't it ever occur to you that the reason Mr. Weasley's tailing you, ostentatiously flirting with you anywhere poor bystanders might see, is because he is in love with you, under no effects of some cheap love potion or whatsoever?"

"W-What? That's impossible!" You looked at Fred, now with uncertainty. "Isn't it...?"

He spoke no words, but that silence combined with a boyish snigger was a vivid answer per se. You felt your entirety seethe, and in an instance you began punching his shoulder.

"Fred! Weasley! You were pranking me the WHOLE time?! I can't believe you—you bloody—!"

"Woah woah woah!" He gently held your shoulders in attempt to calm you. "I wasn't pranking you the whole time. I mean, Ron knew you had some fishy tricks up your sleeves that night. He didn't drink. He spat."

"And so you pretended you were the one who drank it?!"

"Hey! I wasn't pretending, okay? I mean, I just saw the opportunity in that apt situation."

"Then what's that supposed to mean, you cretin!?"

"Who's the cretin here now?" Fred laughed, and you, aggrieved, prepared to launch at him. He held your fists, tenderly patting them. "Hey, I'm only kidding! And, isn't it obvious? Even Professor Snape said so. I like you! And that's me saying it under no effects of the love potion."

You stood flabbergasted and frozen, unable to tear your eyes from his—his which spoke to you with profound and genuine affection. Your emotions veered as the fact—the confession—embedded itself in your mind. Motionless you had become. Everything he did... He was under no effects of a love potion the whole time.

Fred chuckled at your current disposition and patted your head before pulling you into a warm embrace.

"I don't need to drink any love potion to fall in love with you. I adore you because it is what I genuinely feel for you, 'kay?"

Blood simmered underneath your skin, your legs felt like they were melting. You could practically see him smiling as he said those words. You sighed fondly, and then hugged him back, unable to hide your smile any longer.

"Ehem."

Oh, and of course you were still in Snape's office. You and Fred quickly recoiled from each other. Save the whole cutesy stuff for later.

"Now that all of that romance has been taken care of -- " he smiled " -- I hope you do remember the consequences of stirring a love potion inside Hogwarts, Ms. [L/N]. Even if no one had truly suffered from your little experiment, you still brewed the potion, and therefore earned yourself three months' worth of detention."

You were about to complain when you felt Fred squeezing your hand. You had plenty of time to worry about detention. For now, you just wanted to relish the present, with the presence of the boy who sincerely reciprocated your feelings.

[outcast-thingz]

Hello my lovelies! I am here today with more content for you🥰 Honestly I cried while writing this this was suppose to be am angst to fluff but it's mostly angst, I'm sorry. Another note, I'm on the road starting today so this may have grammatical errors. When we stop at a hotel tonight I'll fix that.(title may change...)

Request:Could I request something angsts and fluffy for Benimaru from fire force? I’m sorry I can’t give anymore detail- my mind is literally blank 😬😂

Pairing: Reader x Benimaru

Summary: You found out your younger brother is turning innocent people into infernos and use them as his army. It seems all your worst fears are coming true as you run to your closest friend and love your life for help. Can Benimaru ever forgive you for not seeing the true nature of your brother?

Warnings: ANGST... intrusive thoughts, fluff if you really squint

Forgive Me

        Once again you find yourself arguing with your younger brother. The same old song and dance since you found out what he had been occupying his time with behind your back. He seemed more agitated today.

"You're just too naive to understand Y/n. This is for the greater good of science, of the world!!" He exclaims whilst pacing in front of his 'throne '.

"Killing innocents by turning them into infernos and trying to use them as your puppets!? You call THAT 'For the greater good'? What about all those people you sacrificed, HUH?!?" You cried with shaking clenched fists. Your brother shoots you an icey spine chilling glare which you mirror right back at him. "Those people are innocent! You ruined their life's for your personal entertainment!!! You're a horrible person, you're a mon-" in a blink of an eye you brother is behind you. You can feel the edge of his knife pressing hard against you throat; it was almost enough to draw blood.

"Finish that word and I'll make sure it's your last." He snarled. Heavy, blood-thirsty breaths blow past your ear as he spoke, "Everyone has their sins, Y/n, even the most innocent ones. Think of it as a final repent for all the wrong and evil they have done. We all have to pay for our deeds one day; I'm just being a good Samaritan and helping. Keep of this act of yours and you'll be next." Having finally had enough of this you grab a hold of his wrist and pull it away from your neck. You maneuvers the situation around so you're pinning his wrist behind his back and holding his dagger to his throat. He waits patiently knowing you'll give up. You huff and whisper angrily

"you're sick!" You chuck the dagger at the ground and storm off. As you leave you could hear his chuckle gradually turn into maniacal and hysterical laughter.

       The wall to town was hardly quiet. The closer you came to town the louder the world seemed to be. His haunting laugh echoed as the intrusive thoughts that crowded you mind grew louder. They started low but now it was as if they were screaming.

'You let him slip through you fingers'

'You failed to notice what your little brother truly was and now the world will suffer because you!'

'What? Now you're  going to run away? Run to HIM? Are you going to tattle on your own flesh and blood?'

'You don't think you're actually doing the right thing do you? Sell out your little brother to a fire force soldier? Oh that's right you don't love your sibling he's just monster to you.'

'What makes you think Benimaru is going to love you after you tell him the truth?'

'He'll think you're brother is a monster and you are too by connection'

'You're a monster'

'He'll try to exterminate your brother and fail then world will suffer and it will be all your fault'

'You're a monster, it's all your fault'

'Its all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault'

'Monster'

'IT'S'

'ALL'

'YOUR' 

'FAULT!'

"ShuuuuuUUUUUUT UUUUUPPP!" You scream as you clutch your head. You scratch your scalp as you grip your hair. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT! UP!" You shake your head as you cry out.

       A pair of screams pull you out of your head. You weren't aware that surrounding you was total mayhem and destruction, let alone that you had made it into town. Inferno were everywhere you looked.

'What.. what's going on?' Your eyes widen and start to tear up.

'Oh don't play dumb, you know who's behind this' the sinister thought surprised you. 

"Y/NNNNN" A familiar voice calls out, no, bellows out. You just barely feel the wind blowing past your as a flaming spear skims past your cheek.

"B-Beni?" You hesitate in disbelief of the sight before you. Was the man you love axtuslly barreling towards you with ill intent? Having to dodge another flaming spear and being hit in the shoulder by a second on brought forth the harsh reality. Your heart twists and turns creating knots as you clutch your shoulder. Benimaru, the love of your life, lands a few feet ahead of you.

"How could you do this? I thought you wanted a better world for your brother!? Is this seriously how you thought you were going to get it?" He tells.  The dust from his landing settles as he interrogates you. You can see tears roll down his cheeks,  "Y/n... I have a hard time believing you did this. Tell me- ...tell me it isn't true." The wavering tone of his voice causes a hitch in your breath and a twang of pain to hit your heart.

"I-I-" before you could explain an inferno busts through a building beside Beni. You sprint to push him out of the way of the debris. As you make your way to him you grab some nearby rubble and chuck it at the raging inferno. You chuck it as hard and with as much fire power as you could in those few seconds.

       You cough harshly as pain races throughout your body. The pain didn't matter to you, what matters is you saved Benimaru. After getting back up he scrambles by your side. He sends a few spears into the inferno finishing it off.

"Y/n! Hey, look at me. This isn't the time or place to be snoozing." He pats the side of your face and your eyes flutter open. 

"Beni… I know auh.. I know we aren't amazing close as friends but I love you. I have for a while I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same heh heh, augh…" you admit grunting from the pain occasionally. "You have to believe I would never want harm to come to you or this town. But this is my fault. Augh-" your confession is interrupted by sudden coughs. "I-.. I wasn't a good enough older sibbling. I had no idea he was capable of something like this ack- I promise, if you give me a chance I'll be good. I'll work to be better and change him, I promise Beni. Please just let me talk to him. I promise I'll help make him better, ill be good. I'll be good… I'll... be.. good." A heavy weight hits your eyes as you cry your confession and plea. Although it's fuzzy and just barely a whisper, you still manage to hear him,

"I believe you Y/n. Rest, I'll take care of your little brother."

*four days later* 

       You had woken two days after passing out. Konro breached the news of your brother passing away during a battle against a few fire soldiers and Beni who tried to intervene when he found them. Benimaru has yet to visit you while you are recovering. You feared those awful thoughts of yours were right; that  because he knows the truth he hates you. Desperately wanting to focus on something happy you convince the medics to allow you a walk. A calming stream beside you as you remember all the times you spent there with Benimaru. The few laughs you had together, and practices you begged for to better your fire power and fighting skills. You smiled watching the ghost of a memory play out before you.

"I thought I would find you here…" Bittersweet was the feeling that hit you when your heard his voice. "I'm sorry I didn't visit.. I was too ashamed to face you after failing to take care of you brother…" he confesses. You stop walking but don't dare look at him, How could you? He lets out a deep breath before speaking again, "I know that I hurt you. I know that nothing I can say will change the past. But…I’m hoping that you’ll forgive me in the end. I’m hoping that I can make this right." Tears quickly swell up in your eyes. You spin around and make eye contact with him. After a few seconds you couldn't bare it any longer and you run at him with your arms outstretched. The two of you tumble to the ground with your arms wrapped tightly around him. 

"I forgive you, just please don't leave me... I can't loose both things I love." You pleaded as he sat up. He cradles you into his arms as you sob. Slowly you cry your self to sleep with you face buried in his chest. Beni places a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispers,

"I won't… I love you Y/n"

~The End~

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