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whumpdoyoumean · 2 months ago

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Whumptober #30

part 1 || part 2

xxx hospital bed

"Is he breathing? Oh, fuck, Louisa, is he--"

"Just shut up for a second! Let me...Oh, thank Christ. He's got a pulse, he's alive! Where the fuck is the ambulance?"

"They're coming. Now that they know the scene is clear and they aren't going to get blown up, they should be here any minute. You're sure he's alive? He looks--"

"He's alive, Shirley! Come help me untie him! Oh, god, River."

"Jesus, that's a lot of blood...I really don't think he's breathing."

"Shit. Help me get him out of this chair, we need to lay him down!"

"You know CPR?"

"Yes. Find out where that ambulance is, will you? ...Come on, don't do this to me, River. You do not get to do this. Come on."

xxx

Louisa jerks awake, heart hammering wildly for a second as she gets her bearings. And then she takes a deep breath, slumping down in her chair. Visitors aren't usually allowed in ICU for long periods like this, but Lamb had pulled strings. Officially, Louisa is there to provide security for River. The man who had landed him here won't actually be causing him any more trouble—Louisa had seen to that—but she still can't bear the thought of leaving River on his own. She remembers the feeling and the sound, the awful snap, of his ribs cracking beneath her hands and shudders.

He looks better now than he had when they found him, which is really saying something considering he looks like shit. There are dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks, scruffy and unshaven, look sunken in. But he's not so pale as he had been, and his lips aren't blue. That's something, at least.

A nurse comes in after a few minutes to check River's vitals and surgical incisions. She looks over at Louisa with a big smile when she gets done, and Louisa has to fight the urge to roll her eyes at the cheeriness that so obviously doesn't belong here.

"Everything looks great. I imagine it won't be too long now before Mr. Cartwright's moved out of ICU," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "Do you need anything?"

A year long vacation? New job? Friends that don't nearly get themselves killed every few months?

"No," Louisa says. "I'm fine."

"How's your hand feeling?"

Louisa looks down at the bulky splint on her right hand, then glances at River's leg before looking up at the nurse.

"Better than his leg is going to feel."

The nurse winces in sympathy. "He's got a long recovery ahead of him, that's for sure. But he's got good friends to help him along the way, so I'm sure he'll turn out alright."

"I'm his security," Louisa says, and the nurse nods, an exaggeratedly serious expression on her face.

"Of course, of course," she says, and winks before going to check on the next patient.

This time, Louisa does roll her eyes.

xxx

River hurts. That's the first thing he's aware of. There's a sharp pain in his gut, and a deeper, more intense ache in his leg. He groans. Everything else sort of filters in slowly – the sensation of oxygen tickling at his nose, the stingy itch of IV needles, the antiseptic smell of hospital, and a familiar voice saying his name.

"River, you awake?"

River grimaces and forces his eyes open. Louisa is leaning forward in a chair next to him, her left hand gripping his right one.

"My fucking leg," River rasps, his whole body tensing at the intensity of the pain. "Ow."

"Here," Louisa says, placing a small plastic remote into River's hand. "The doctor says you can press this when the pain gets bad. It's all calibrated so you can't get too high a dose."

River presses the button, face screwed up in pain. "I don't think it's--" And then, relief as the pain recedes to a dull background noise. He sinks back into the pillows with a small sigh. "Oh, that's better. Thank you."

He looks over at Louisa again and frowns. There's a bluey-purple bruise over her left eye and another at her jaw. "You okay?"

Louisa rolls her eyes and almost smiles. "You should see the other guy."

"I mean it."

"Yeah, well, so do I." Louisa lifts her right hand. Her pinkie and ring finger are splinted together in a clunky brace of some sort. There's a hint of pride when she says, "Boxer's fracture. Anyway, I should be asking you that question. Are you okay?"

"Better now that you showed me this." He waves the remote at her and this time she does smile, shaking her head.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. It's just to tide you over until they can do surgery on that leg."

River hums in response. He's feeling a little strange, like things are a bit hazy at the edges. Soft. Probably it's whatever meds the magical button has pushed into his bloodstream. Even with the drugs, though, memories start to piece together – being hit in the crosswalk. Being tied to that chair. Being stabbed.

Just in case, I'm gonna stay awake as long as I can.

"You guys came," he says. The words feel...mushy, somehow, as he says them. He doesn't let that stop him. "You saved me. I don't remember...Was I awake?"

Louisa's smile falters, the corners of her mouth twitching, and she blinks rapidly, looking away from him. "Uh, no, River. You weren't."

"What happened?"

Louisa sighs, still not looking at him. "You almost died. It was a trap – which we knew, by the way, before you told us. There were explosives at the entrances of the building where they took you. If we'd opened either door, the whole place would've gone up. We had to call in a bomb disposal unit, while I knew that you were inside bleeding to de--" She cuts herself off and takes a deep breath, finally turning to face him. "But we got to you in time."

River has the vague impression that there's something else, something she's keeping back, but he doesn't press it.

"Well thanks...Whose face did you break your hand on?"

"Oh, this," Louisa says, lifting said hand at him. "His name was Gabriel Rakes. He's the one who stabbed you. It was Coe that figured out where he and the others were. He knew they'd want to see their plan unfold in person. Something about the theatricality of it, I think. Anyway, you don't have to worry about any of them. Assuming he wakes up, Rakes will be joining the others deep in the basement of Regent's Park."

River smiles at the idea of the people who'd done this being stuck in tiny cells for the rest of their lives.

"Good."

Sleep is starting to tug at his consciousness and he blinks heavily.

"You can go to sleep," Louisa says.

"I don't need to," River responds. When he blinks again, though, it turns out to be much easier to just keep his eyes closed and he drifts off anyway.

xxx to be continued...

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ldrfanatic · 9 months ago

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sitting in the corner i haunt

Theodore Nott x Reader "13" Series pt 4 warnings - depression, angst, blood, theo gets the dark mark, mentions of suicide, cursing

this chapter is written entirely from theo's point of view

to be added to the taglist, comment; Also I was gonna include so much more in this part but then I realized I was already at 2k words and it was long lol

ps sorry stinks but now that the series is starting to really pick up there's gonna be a lot more angst before reader and theo get their hea

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One thing Theo hadn't expected was for you not to forgive him. He'd figured you'd eventually find out about the bet, but he'd also noticed your crush on him a long long time ago. In all honesty, he'd been hoping and praying that you'd be able to forgive him and the pair of you could move past it.

Turns out those hopes and prayers were falling on empty ears.

He'd spent the remainder of the fall term secluded. At first, he tried to ignore Mattheo and Draco, still too mad at either of them for what they'd coerced him into. Finally he came to terms with the nature of his new relationship with you after what could have been was burned prematurely. Another thing Theo hadn't expected was for you to be the type that burned bridges instead of mending them.

Rather than feel his emotions, Theo had taken to drinking them lately. He tuned out of the various famous Slytherin parties and drank firewhiskey until it felt like his head was screwed on backwards. His groupies didn't stop chasing him, but he'd started hexing them in return.

Nothing serious just the occasional bat-bogey hex. And only at the ones that insulted you. Whether or not you wanted to be, you were still the girl that held his heart. And it was unacceptable for anyone to insult you. Mattheo and Draco had learned that fairly quickly following the incident.

As the Express chugged along the tracks and onto Platform 9 3/4, Theo tried to ignore the twisting in his stomach. Ever since his mother passed away in fourth year, his father had become an unbearable rotter. He knew that with the war looming, this break would be particularly unpleasant. As he retrieved his trunk from above his seat in the compartment, he didn't even bother with useless greetings to his friends. The children of Death Eaters were never cheery at the holidays. Everyone was returning to their own personal nightmare.

Theo used to feel bad for Mattheo's home situation. Used to. Until Mattheo really begun to live up to his father's reputation. Then all sympathy he had for the boy really flew out the window. Mattheo had been a perfectly fine bloke until Christmas of fifth year. When they'd returned in January, he was awful. No explanation, no more apologies. Just downright awful.

The moment his boot touched the platform, Theo apparated to his father's estate.

Nott Manor was in the most horrendous part of England. It was ALWAYS dark and cloudy. The sun was shining so bright at King's Cross, it was nearly headache worthy. But the moment Theo twisted down in front of the gates of his childhood home, the skies were dark, and the air was cold.

To Theo's surprise, Nott Sr was waiting at the door when he finally approached the massive structure.

"Theodore, my boy."

Theo was silent at his father pulled him into an awkward hug. He was being unusual cheery and it was rather unsettling.

"Father?"

If Nott Sr noticed Theo's tone at all, he ignored it. A large grin was spread across his face. It wasn't the kind that Theo had been accustomed to when his mother was alive. This one was creepy and made Theo's skeleton want to climb out of his skin.

"It's time, son. The Dark Lord will be rising soon, and he's calling for us to strengthen our ranks to prepare for the coming war. You'll be getting your mark soon Theodore. Finally."

Fuck.

Thunder rumbled in the sky overhead and Theo jostled awake. He hadn't sat with his friends on the ride back. With the burning in his arm and the screams of whatever poor bastard his father was torturing in the house, he'd barely gotten any sleep over the break. In fact, the burning hadn't stopped. His body was apparently just as unfond of the mark as his heart was.

What he hadn't expected was to see you. Sitting across from him in the compartment, reading a book. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you seemed pretty zoned in to the novel. Theo cleared his throat lightly and immediately regretted it as it sent him into a coughing fit.

You passed him a flask that you had. Theo accepted it with a quick thanks and drank, the cool water soothing his apparently irritated throat. "Not that I'm complaining cuore, but what are you doing here?" He tried to appear cool and calm but inside he was freaking out. How long had you been sitting there? What if you accidentally saw his mark?

If you had seen it, you made no indication. In fact, you didn't even look up from your book.

"I was just walking past and saw your compartment was empty. Astoria has taken a fancy to my dear awful cousin Draco and wanted to sit with him and that repulsive boy Mattheo. I'd much rather not for obvious reasons."

Even though you came from a pureblood family, you'd never taken a shine to that blood purity crap. It was something that Theo and you had in common. Something that he admired about you. Despite constant pressures from your other, darker side of your extended family, the Malfoys.

Finally, your eyes made contact with Theo's and he felt his breath leave his lungs. He could no longer hear the soft chugging of the train. He couldn't even feel the damn thing moving. Every sense in his body was tuned into you. Your voice still lingered in his ears even when you weren't speaking. His eyes feasted on every inch of you that they could catch. Your scent filled his nose and intoxicated his brain.

"I do miss you, Theo."

"I miss you too, cuore. I know that we were never really friends before, but the truth is, I'd gotten used to your presence. Without you..."

Theo didn't finish his sentence and you didn't ask him to. After you'd finished your chapter, you closed the book and set it on the cushion next to you.

"How was your break?"

Theo stared at you thoughtfully. He hadn't wanted to talk to anyone about his break, hence why he'd been avoiding his friends. At the same time, he'd take any excuse to talk to you. And with his father's words, he'd feared this was his last chance to really converse with you before you positively despised him.

"It was... uneventful."

You stared at him with a look that told him you knew he was lying. Disappointment flashed in your eyes briefly and felt like a knife in his gut.

"We both know that's not true. Draco was boasting about your entire little friend group finally getting their gifts from you-know-who." You shifted in your seat and then leaned forward. The look on your face was so intense, Theo felt that if he looked away, he'd simply burst into flames and die. "But even if Draco hadn't said anything to me, I've had a crush on you for almost as long as I've been alive Theodore Nott. I can tell when you're lying. Especially when you're lying to me."

Theo felt rage building up inside of him. How dare you patronize him like this? You had no right to judge him. You couldn't possibly understand what he was going through. "Whatever. You don't know me, Y/n." He sneered at you. In his heart, Theo was screaming at himself to stop. But even as he saw tears gathering in your eyes, he locked that part of him away. You'd shown him that Theo couldn't afford to be vulnerable. "You've no right to judge me. Following me around for years like some little fangirl. You've no idea what it's like when your father and uncle hold you down while you kick and scream and beg for them to stop. To let you go. To get away from a true monster while he carves his mark into your flesh."

Your face morphed into one of shock.

"What?"

Theo scoffed at your empty question.

"What? That dear cousin of yours forgot to mention the excruciating pain? That he was there with my father and uncle and helped them hold me down so Voldemort could brand me like cattle?"

His questions were rhetorical but it didn't matter. He stood from his seat across from you and exited the compartment at the mark on his arm started to burn. It was time Theodore Nott learned. Feelings were and always would be a weakness.

By the time the middle of the second term rolled around, Theo had come to terms with the dynamics of his feelings for you. He'd learned to push them down and away, and he'd grown accustomed to doing so. Instead, he focused on the task given to him by his father to prep Hogwarts for the Dark Lord to take over. You could still get to him in his dreams and he often awoke with nightmares. You'd appeared to him many times and spewed various levels of nonsense. How you'd never forgive him for this and the like. Usually they ended with Theo consuming enough firewhiskey to put down a horse and then falling into a drunken slumber only to wake up the next day with a hangover from hell.

This continued for a few weeks longer until finally, Pansy Parkinson had enough of his shit. She'd never been a best friend of yours or Theo's, but as a close friend of Draco's she heard constantly about the depression the pair of you had fallen into without one another. She'd figured that she'd have an easier time getting through to Theo than you most likely.

And there she sat. Across the Slytherin Common Room from Theo fixing him with a stare that would make even Nott Sr. rethink his life choices. If monsters were capable of that sort of thing.

"What the hell is wrong with you Theodore?"

"What do you want Parkinson?"

Pansy sighed frustratedly and whacked Theo with her potions textbook before resuming her homework as though she hadn't just left him with a fresh bruise. "I want you to stop being such an idiot. What happened to winning Y/n over?"

"It wasn't working out. Found a new hobby."

"What? Cohorting with the likes of Mattheo Riddle and serving as the Dark Lord's newest little bitch?" Theo glared back at the girl but she continued undeterred. "Besides, if it wasn't working then how come she was in your compartment on the train? That is until you lost your shit on her like a rabid animal."

"She doesn't understand. She never will. Not my fault and certainly not my problem."

"What she understands, Theo, is that she loves you. She always has. And now that she's finally coming back to that, you've gone back to being the insufferable twat that you always are."

Theo lit another cigarette. Pansy eyes rolled so far back Theo thought they might actually get caught at the back of her head.

"She took too long to get there. I've moved on from her."

"Moved on so much that you drink just to sleep and smoke a pack of those disgusting things a day? Moved on so much that when you think no one's looking in potions, you stare at her like she's the only girl in this whole school? Why is it that she waited years for you, and you can't even last a few weeks?"

Theo sat forward and stomped his cigarette out on the cold stone floor. He'd officially had enough of whatever little intervention Pansy thought she was throwing. "Listen Parkinson. This isn't really any of your concern. My feelings for Y/n are a weakness. She's better off without me anyhow."

"Your feelings for her are not a weakness. They are the strength that one day will be the reason you wake up from whatever spell you let your father put you under. You fucked up, and it sucks. But now it's time to grow a pair, and fix it. Or don't. Suffer for all I care but please, if you're gonna die, do it quietly."

Pansy shut her potions textbook and stood from her seat. She marched silently up to the girls dorms. But by the time she'd made it halfway up the stairs, Theo was already gone.

wc 2059

3.31.2024

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namelessprayers · 21 days ago

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"i can't be here, sua. i can't be around you." mizi told sua, the words cold and distant. she seemed sure, solemn and determined.

"what? what do you mean?" asked sua, struggling through the mere concept of mizi not being able to stand her. "we've had it good. i- i came back for you. i promise that i'll stay for you too. i-"

"we don't have the time, sua." mizi cut in, which was unusual, not something she'd ever do according to all of sua's memories of them. "i don't think i should be here... because..."

"i'll go with you then."

"what?"

"if you can't be here, then i'll follow you somewhere else. we can go wherever, mizi." just don't leave me behind, sua stopped herself from tagging on. "where? you don't even have to tell me why."

for some reason, an expression of horror adorned mizi's usually cheery face. in place of her beaming smile, there was a taut grimace, making something rotten pool in the depths of sua's guts. she hated this. she couldn't comprehend this.

"is it the nightmares? are they getting worse? we can-"

"they're not nightmares, sua, they're real. in another universe- i... they're not nightmares."

what scared sua most was that she knew, somehow, that mizi was telling the truth.

"then please," sua begged, "please pretend."

"pretend what? we don't have time." mizi's voice hardened, uncharacteristically, but it made sense for all that had happened. "we don't get anything other than this reality. this is real sua, the fact that you especially, don't have time."

"then pretend i do." almost automatically, sua's hand wrapped itself around mizi's wrist, which stayed pliant and limp. with a look of resigned melancholy, mizi stared at their joined limbs, sighing as sua continued. "pretend that we can live forever, that i'll never die."

"why would i do that?" mizi said, finally wrenching her arm away, tearful at her own statement and actions. "why would i do that when the truth was always there and you just never said it? i don't want to do that anymore. i can't do that anymore."

"it doesn't have to be bad." sua replied desperately, changing tactics. "this place is different. it could be better this time."

"and what will you do when it gets bad? will you have us pretend until the reality sweeps you away and i can't do anything? will you leave me alone again?"

"mizi-"

"you don't get it." tone sharp, sua could feel her face get red at being interrupted whilst mizi's jaw and fist were clenching, seething.

"-i just wanted to protect you. because, i love you." quietly continued sua. the truth, vulnerable and stilling. it was delicate, like the mizi before this one, before the reality kicked in.

"i love you too." mizi exhaled after a moment of silence. "but, it hurts. only sometimes. but now, it hurts, a lot."

"it's not supposed to hurt you."

sua thinks about this all the time. she thinks about the way mizi looked at her as it happened. she thinks about how she watched the anger and sorrow boiling on the surface of mizi's gentle features. she thinks about how to make it better. she thinks about the time, about how it might've been inevitable. sua thinks until the words 'i love you' are as pretend as the implied freedom of a bright blue sky.

she sees the reality stare back at this version of herself and feels mizi's tears run down her cheeks before it turns into blood as red as her beating heart. sua asks mizi how she's delved into her arteries and managed to fix the blood loss but not the brain.

"but it does."

mizi said, simply and curtly, without a trace of stray sympathy or turmoil. because sua had hurt her, and nothing would ever be the same. because sua never wanted to hurt her, and that didn't change anything.

because a love built on a pretend pretense never stood a chance against the weight of reality.

#alien stage #alienstage #alnst #alien stage sua #alnst sua #alien stage mizi #alnst mizi #relationship study #mizisua #love #in another universe #doomed yuri #fated (cursed) love #grieving #my god my universe as forsaken devotion #prose #writing

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fabunicorn · 2 years ago

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How about interactions with each brothers in forced agre scenario

Oh boy anon your putting me through the wringer here

Gonna be short cuz idk I want it to be short

Warnings

Yandereism

Diapers

Forced agere

Strong language

Diaper usage mention

Self harm mention

Reiji

“Come on baby time for a nap” reiji cooed down at you in your okay playpen.

You looked back up at him with a glare “fuck off you damn blood sucking mosquito from hell” reijis eyes widened in surprise “oh I didn’t know you wanted to be punished today, come on little one legs get this over with.”

“No no papa I’m sorry pls no” you pleaded only for it to fall on deaf ears “I’m Sorry little one but this is what brats like you get”

Shu

“Time for your bottle hun” shu said coming into his room with a baby bottle.

“I’m not drinking that shit” you said eyes narrowed at shu “I think you’ll find you will because you don’t get a choice in the matter” and with that he shoved the bottle in your mouth and pinched your nose so you have no choice but to drink “well guess I win” shu said with a mocking smile on his face.”

Laito

“Dollchan~ time for me to check your nappy, did my baby go potty like a good girl” Laito sang in a cheery voice.

“No I’m an adult don’t need diapers you freak.”you said turning your back to Laito. Laito laughed “really little one the state of your nappy says otherwise.” He chortled you rolled your eyes “I hate you.” “I love you too”

Kanato

“Baby doll look at what daddy made for you, it’s a little puffy dress isn’t it cute?” Kanato said smiling creepily at you.

“I’m not wearing that I’m not a baby” you said crossing your arms. His creepy smile turned into a disturbing frown “you little brat, I spent time making this for you, you’ll wear it whether you like it or not” next thing you know you’re in the dress and kanato is showing you off to the others “aww babydoll your so cute.”

“Goddammit” you muttered under your breath.

Ayato

“Baby girl look daddy has takoyaki don’t you want some.” Ayato said with a Soft smile strapping you into your high chair.

“I don’t want your octopus balls” you said in a sassy tone. With a glare he shoved the takoyaki in your face purposely making a mess “wow little one if you wanted it that badly all you had to do was ask.” He said with a smirk.

Subaru

“Let’s go look at the pretty roses baby” Subaru says setting you on his hip.

“I can walk by myself and I don’t want to see your shitty flowers.” You said however Subaru just ignored you and carried you outside. “Look hun, these are called roses they have thorns so don’t touch” he said before putting one in your hand getting a thorn stuck in it and crying.

“Awe baby your just too little for flowers aren’t you” he cooed in mock sympathy.

Ruki

“Come here sweets I’m gonna read you the story of Adam and Eve.” Said Ruki sitting in a comfy chair in the library.

“I don’t want to hear your annoying voice.” You said with a huff. Ruki simply smirked and shoved a pacifier on your mouth “and now I don’t have to hear yours, now where we’re we.” He said before continuing to read.

Yuma

“Come on baby girl let’s go look at daddy’s garden” Yuma said putting you into your stroller before taking you outside.

“Wow a garden never seen one of these before oh look a strawberry never seen one of those before either.” You said sarcastically, Yuma clenched his jaw before picking a strawberry and putting it in your mouth “now you get to taste one for the first time how nice is daddy” he said before taking you back inside.

Kou

“Kitten daddy’s gonna take you to a fan meet won’t that be fun” kou said before packing up your diaper bag and putting you in your car seat.

“No there is no way I’m gonna let thousands of people see me like they especially if they’re as delusional as you.” You said in a panicked voice. Kou narrowed his eyes “well if you wanted that much attention you shouldn’t have just asked I’ll make sure they pay extra attention to you” he said and shut the car door.

He stayed true to his promise and let his fans hold and cuddle you the whole time gushing about how cute kous baby was.

Azusa

“Little eve, it’s time you learnt about pain” Azusa said with a knife walking up to you.

“No! Please don’t hurt me I’m begging” you sobbed in fear Azusa quickly shushed you “no little eve I won’t hurt you I’ll show you the pleasure of pain.” He said before handing the knife to you.

“Come on baby, if you love daddy you’ll cut him.” He said with pleading eyes but you just kept crying “alright perhaps another day” he said disappointed.

#yandere #forced agere #diabolik lovers #yandere agere #yandere diapers.#daddy kanato #daddy reiji #daddy subaru #daddy laito #daddy shu #daddy ayato #daddy kou #daddy ruki #daddy Yuma #daddy Azusa

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ohthethingswedoforlove · 3 months ago

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Hai there!!:D I hope ur having an amazing day, ive never like requested a fanfic b4 so I’m so so sorry if I do smth wrong?😭 but I really really loved ur Sal fanfic and I was wondering if you’d consider maybe doing a part 2 about living in the sea of death with him being his “lover” and allat hehe TYSM!!

Hi, I’m so glad you liked the Sal one! And don’t worry, your request is just fine haha, of course I’ll write some more for him! What can I say, he’s one of my old faves.

Warnings: yandere character; descriptions of violence and blood; imprisonment; mentions of death;

Sal

❤️ There's this constant contradiction when it comes to Sal, especially after the Red Sea has taken over and he no longer needs to keep an act.

❤️ For a sadistic bastard that no longer needs to keep up false pleasantries or exercise any sort of restraint, he's still surprisingly... Cheery?

❤️ One might even mistake it for him being nice, perhaps even kind, towards you. As long as you play along with whatever he wants, of course.

❤️ And if you don't? Well, there's only so much torture one can take before they start cracking, right?

❤️ Because Sal never stopped being violent. It's one of his favorite pastimes, actually!

❤️ It's just you, him, and this dark cell he keeps you trapped in that's stained with your now dried blood. And they say romance is dead!

❤️ That's where you'll spend all your time until he considers that you've been sufficiently integrated into the Red Sea. And he's the only person you get to see and interact with, the only thing keeping you from rotting in this place.

❤️ But he does have the grace, and how generous of him it is, to not actually go overboard when it comes to you. He wants you agreeable, not dead.

❤️ He really, really doesn't want you dead. And, well, there are fates worse than death.

❤️ Sal is convinced he can make you see things his way, that you'll "open your eyes" just like he once did. You'll embrace the Red Sea, and with it, him.

❤️ He'll break your spirit eventually. He's a very patient man, as you've unfortunately come to understand.

❤️ And you can fight back if you want! He doesn't discourage it, in fact he seems... Weirdly amused by your violent outbursts. He might enjoy being on the receiving end of your anger just a little bit too much.

❤️ Which only adds fuel to your despair and his insistence that you two are getting along so well!

❤️ He likes to talk about your "relationship" to literally everyone around him, the residents of the Red Sea growing very intimately familiar with how fixated he is on you.

❤️ None of them care, of course not, you're not getting any sympathy or help. And there's in fact something rather irritating about the way he so confidently says you two love each other, always in such a singsong, overly saccharine manner.

❤️ But there are moments where his cheerful veneer falls. If you refuse to talk to him, if you pretend he's not there, if you do your damndest to spite him in a way he doesn't find too funny. He gets angry, furious even.

❤️ It's always such a meticulous fury too, barely contained as his hands ball into fists with such force it draws blood, as his frame shakes ever so slightly. As his grin drops, he starts talking about this is the happiness he deserves, about how he suffered so much and only now things are finally in his favor. What makes you think you have a choice in this?

❤️ You might actually bring up this strangely sadden side of him without the anger accompanying it, if you actually bother to strike conversations and, at least pretend to, care about him. Everything he says is veiled in such vagueness, you'll never feel like you actually know who Sal is. Or who he used to be.

❤️ The past is the past, afterall, and who cares about the naive, useless person he used to be? What matters is right here, right now, with you in the Red Sea. He's happy.

❤️ And soon you'll be happy too, with him.

❤️ He does have an eternity to make you love him, afterall!

#tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere sal #yandere syakesan #yandere sal x reader #yandere syakesan x reader #yandere wadanohara and the great blue sea #yandere wadanohara and the great blue sea x reader #tw violence #tw imprisonment

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viacursecasting · 2 years ago

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Sonadow Scenario #73

Awake.

Another restless night.

Shadow buried his face in his palms as he sat beside the hero's hospital bed. The room was blindingly white and sterile, filled only by the steady beat of the heart rate monitor, a sound Shadow had grown accustomed to for the past week. His shoulders rose and fell with a sigh. There have been times when he thought, Is this fool ever going to shut up? But now he would give anything to hear that cheery voice one last time.

As if on cue he heard Sonic stir, ruby eyes snapping up in anticipation. He watched with bated breath as the hero turned his head toward Shadow. Then, an eternity later, he slowly revealed his tired emerald eyes, locking gazes with the agent.

Shadow hardly noticed the sound of the heart rate monitor slightly picking up speed as his own beating organ pounded in his ears. "Sonic?"

The hedgehog gave a weak smile. "Hey, Shads."

Shadow tried to not make the relief apparent in his voice, feigning a scowl. "It's about fucking time."

Sonic wanted to let out a chuckle, but doing so was too painful. He resorted to a grin instead. "Nice to see you, too."

Shadow noticed the way the hero winced. Suddenly a wave of sympathy washed over him. "How do you feel?"

Sonic tried to test his range of motion, but he found it quite difficult, especially with so many wires attached to him and even more layers of gauze wrapped around his torso. "It feels like Eggman sat on my chest."

"I'd imagine that would have been a kinder fate."

Sonic crinkled his brow. "What do you mean?"

Shadow looked at him quizzically. "You don't remember?" The patient shook his head. "Well," Shadow explained, "I was in a bout with Mephiles. He almost bested me, but you appeared out of nowhere to take the last blow in my stead. My team helped us escape, but just by the skin of our teeth."

Sonic made a mental note to thank Rouge and Omega later. He then took note of the bandage on the agent's upper arm. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Shadow said, following the hero's gaze. "I gave you some of my blood since I'm O negative."

How fitting, Sonic thought. The Ultimate Lifeform giving ultimate life...

Suddenly he felt a pang in his chest, making his pulse spike. A flood of nurses rushed to the scene, surprised to find him awake, but he insisted he was fine, even refusing extra painkillers. After checking his vitals, they happily informed him that he was on the road to recovery. They would only keep him for a few days for observation. He thanked them with a wink, making them giggle as they left.

"You refused additional morphine?" Shadow asked curiously.

Sonic batted his eyelashes at him. "I've got the best painkiller right here."

Shadow averted his gaze, masking his tint. "Perhaps you are too drugged up..."

Sonic laughed at that. But he was curious about something. "Y'know," he began, "while I was out, I think I... dreamt about you."

Shadow's redness deepened. "Is that so?"

Sonic nodded. "I dreamt that you were by my side the entire time, asking how I'm feeling, telling me about my friends, praying that I would wake up. You even held my hand a couple times."

Shadow's breath hitched.

It went unnoticed by Sonic, who chuckled. "Crazy dream, right? As if we would ever... y'know..."

Shadow murmured, "Yes. Quite."

A silence befell them. But it gave Shadow enough time to work up the courage to say something. "I actually dreamt about you as well."

It was Sonic's turn to tint. "R-Really?"

Shadow nodded, unable to look him in the eye. "I dreamt about us racing. Then talking. And then..." His resolve faltered.

Sonic piped up, "And then?"

Shadow swallowed. "I think I'd rather show you, with your permission."

Sonic nodded, bracing himself. Shadow then leaned close, taking the hero's chin. His voice was barely a whisper. "I held you like this, and I confessed that I was afraid of one thing."

Sonic felt magnetized by the agent's flowery scent. "What were you afraid of?"

Shadow wet his lips. "Losing you."

He then filled the gap between their muzzles, swallowing the hero's gasp.

Sonic's heart rate monitor sped up again, but they ignored it, too focused on listening to each other's breathless gasps. Sonic reached up to comb his fingers through the agent's quills. He didn't even notice the pain.

A nurse was about to check on the patient, but before they entered the room, they retreated with a blush to give the hedgehogs privacy.

The duo remained in the lip-lock for quite some time, savoring each other's taste, scent, and caress. Finally they pulled away, short breaths lingering on their lips.

"Wow," Sonic breathed. "That was—"

Suddenly his stomach let out an embarrassing whine, making him flush.

Shadow let out an amused huff. "I suppose you haven't eaten in a while. Should I get you a chili dog?"

Another whine from the beast. Sonic laughed nervously. "Could you make that two?"

#sonadow scenarios #sonadow #sth

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ofsupernovcs · 3 months ago

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The Abe family- Blood in the snow

The one reason why Nova can summon snow in times of duress

Nova was skipping outside with her friend. There was a cheery laugh from the other as she arrived at her house. Nova had a giggle as she skipped.

"I'll be right back Sana." Nova said with a bright grin. For the young pigtailed girl wasn't expecting much of anything to happen. It was a normal day, and she wanted to enjoy it such.

There was a groan from the outside. It made Nova took pause. Why was there a groan. The younger walked slowly through the labyrinth of the home.

Terehito! Kudasai (mercy) Kudasai (mercy) terehito!

It made Nova's blood run cold. What was her father doing. What was going on. Her hastened breath kept running forward, hoping everything was okay and it was just an arguement. Her father just by the doorway .

Nova sighed in relief but the sight she saw terrified her. It was one of the staff, his once white shirt turned crimson, repeating to have mercy on him. Nova felt herself in shock. She couldn't held but scream in terror. How can her father be so cold....like the snow fall.

And then it started to snow. The blood dissapiting through the ice, a warmth protecting her. She looked at her father who in turn had a shocked look on his face.

"Yamete.(stop)" Terehito said his eyes stern on his daughter.

Nova only looked in confusion but Terehito only got angrier.

"YAMETE." He said with more conviction.

This time the snow stopped but Nova was still shaking. Terehito gritted his teeth.

"Some people deserve to die- especially if they don't pay their debts." He said simply. There was a pause before put away his blade. There was a fake tenderness in his eyes.

"Nagisa never do wha you did today ever again." He said gently wiping his tears. Not out of sympathy but out of reputation. He couldn't have the yakuza know he married a witch.

Nova only nodded feebly.

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Nova sat at dinner that night with her family. It felt wrong without him there. He was an elderly man who always made a joke, lighten up the mood. But he was no longer there.

Nova looked at her mother, who was averting her eyes away from her daughter, and then her grandmother mouthing something about talking later.

Her brothers looked at Nova with a variation of apathy and annoyance-whispering about something she couldn't quite decipher. Finally the eldest talked.

"Miko." He said. Nova looked at Enji confused. Something in his eyes had a fury. "How are you the-"

"Yamate." Terehito said in a stern voice. Enji bowed but looked at Nova with pure contempt.

Terehito sat in the middle of the table eyes scanning everyone but looking at Nova longer as if she committed a great sin.

"Deru kugi wa utareru" Terehito said looking directly at Nova.

“The nail that sticks up, will be hammered down.”

"Hai." (Yes) Nova's brothers said echoing that sentiment.

There was an expectant look on Nova.

"H-hai." Nova said feebly. Nova stood up and bowed to her father for forgiveness.

Terehito reluctantly nodded.

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Nova was sitting in her nightgown in her grandmother's room. Her grandmother giving Nova some mochi.

"It's not your fault." Rei tried to reassure her. "Nagisa you couldn't have known."

Nova bit into the sweet only now responding.

"Did I make it snow."

Rei's lips were a thin line- unable to answer. There was a look of concern because she knew what she had to do- but Rei hated it. But it was for Nova's and Ami's safety.

"Just close your eyes." Rei said. Nova nodded and closed them.

Rei muttered the sealing spell on Nova quietly. But she couldn't help but add.

"May the fox protect you from harm." Under her breath.

The red seal made its place over Nova's heart before fading inwards. Nova had a confused look on her face, as if she woke up from a dream.

Nova looked at Rei.

"What happened today?" She couldn't help but ask.

Rei forced a smile.

"Sana had to go home early and you were a bit sad." She tried to reassure.

Nova looked at her grandmother before an airy laugh left her.

"Silly me." Nova said with a giggle. Rei ruffled Nagisa's hair.

"Tomorrow is a new day my little star." Rei reassured

Nova smiled and ran to her room

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"Is it done?" Terehito asked

Rei looked at her daughter's husband with contempt.

"Sooner or later she can find out." Terehito scowled and leaned closer.

"Then we'll have to be more careful Rei." He said in a venomous tone.

Rei waited until Terehito left before muttering.

"A fox will defeat you for your arrogance."

#self para #p;nova #npc;terehito #ft.enji #blood tw #death tw #violence tw #(so much googling really did have to go on this part of novas backstory)

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kaioshin-kai · 1 year ago

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Little info stuff on Beadle & Rubis

(Some fun deets I'm writing off while eating lunch. For self-reference. Expanding lore. Details before I work on proper bio.)

— Beadle is Rubis' best friend, and also a friend of Solune (childhood friends.) He's in good terms with most individuals. He is the big buff sunshine, followed up that he has a pretty girly face and girly demeanor. He's pretty loved by most but also seen as a dumbass because he's just… kinda ditzy… He portrays a part of my ADHD-C, I guess. But very cheery in demeanor, he's a bit of a wuss and scared of things like spiders and the sight of blood so be could squeal or freeze up. He is friends with Shallot and helped him the most (even though Beadle wasn't so good at helping him and Rubis had to jump in multiple times.) Beadle loves most people, but he especially has fondness for eccentric and unusual individuals he's also good friends with Tahinnia and his boss Eyre. Despite Beadle's ability not to judge harshly, he dislikes Zamasu and will not be friendly to him: This is because Zamasu grew up with him, Rubis, and Solune. Even though none of the 3 have experienced nor can remember Zamasu's betrayal because they were in a different world during that time (Xenoverse unaffected.)

Beadle is 7'ft and very muscular. Despite the fact that he's actually not that good in martial arts. He's PHYSICALLY VERY STRONG. He tanks powerful ki blasts, physical strikes and is an excellent sparring partner for Shallot and other saiyans.

— Rubis is the self-proclaimed "girlboy" of the group, Beadle's bestie, and a childhood friend of Solune. He is flamboyant and proud. Rubis is kind, and like Beadle, mostly cheerful, but more on the sassy side and more expressive when angry or anxious. Rubis loves to be of help and often takes more than he can handle. Rubis is way more intelligent than he seems and possesses a lot of random skills that are very convenient, a jack-of-trades kinda guy (still developing this). He typically hangs out more often with girls due to him being naturally more feminine. He's friends with Tahinnia as well, as both love alternative fashion. Rubis loves to chit-chat, sometimes tends to gossip and over-share which can cause rumors. He's actually one of the few people who had genuine faith in Zamasu's redemption and expresses more sympathy to (much against Beadle's and Solune's approval.) Rubis looks up to his supreme kai, Anato. Rubis is also very fond of Chronoa.

Rubis is 4'11, has a lean-athletic physique. Muscular legs but skinny arms. When fighting, he mostly uses ki attacks. Avoids fighting with physical attacks because he doesn't want to mess up his long hair or break a nail.

#(ooc)

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airellesinhaze · 3 months ago

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Crow and the Sea

He tried ignoring the sea But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life.

He tried talking to the sea But his brain shuttered and his eyes winced from it as from open flame.

He tried sympathy for the sea But it shouldered him off - as a dead thing shoulders you off.

He tried hating the sea But instantly felt like a scrutty dry rabbit-dropping on the windy cliff.

He tried just being in the same world as the sea But his lungs were not deep enough

And his cheery blood banged off it Like a water-drop off a hot stove.

Finally

He turned his back and he marched away from the sea

As a crucified man cannot move.

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yhwhrulz · 8 months ago

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Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional for May 17

Tozer in the Morning Religious Elitism

The question of numbers and their relation to success or failure in the work of the Lord is one that disturbs most Christians more than a little.

On the question there are two opposing schools of thought. There are Christians, for instance, who dismiss the whole matter as being beneath them. These correspond to the lovers of high-brow music who firmly refuse to admit that there is anything of any real value other than that composed by Bach, Beethoven and Brahms. They know they are in the minority and glory in the fact, for in their opinion it is a very, very superior minority and they look down their noses at all who enjoy anything less complicated than a symphony.

Of course this is cultural snobbery and tells us a lot more about such persons than they would care to have us know. They remind one of the unco-learned of whom Colton wrote, "So much they scorn the crowd that if the throng by chance go right, they purposely go wrong."

Now among religious persons I have met a few who are guilty of a kind of spiritual snobbery of which they are doubtless wholly unaware. These have recoiled so violently from popular, cheap-Jack Christianity that they simply have no longer any sympathy with crowds. They prefer to sit around the Lord's Table in a select and tight little circle, admiring the deep things of God and, I very much fear, admiring themselves a wee bit also. This is a kind of Protestant monasticism without the cowl and the beads, for it seeks to preserve the faith of Christ from pollution by isolating it from the vulgar masses. Its motives may be commendable, but its methods are altogether unscriptural and its spirit completely out of mood with that of our Lord.

Tozer in the Evening CONFESS CHRIST'S LORDSHIP

I think it is a completely wrong concept in Christian circles to look upon Jesus as a kind of divine nurse to whom we can go when sin has made us sick, and after He has helped us, to say, "Goodbye, Jesus"-and go on our own way. Suppose I go into a hospital in need of a blood transfusion. After the staff has ministered to me and given their services, do I just slip out with a cheery "goodbye"-as though I owe them nothing and it was kind of them to help me in my time of need? That may sound far out to you, but it draws a picture of attitudes among us today. But the Bible never in any way gives us such a concept of salvation. Nowhere are we ever led to believe that we can use Jesus as a Savior and not own Him as our Lord. He is the Lord and as the Lord He saves us, because He has all of the offices of Savior, Christ, High Priest, and Wisdom and Righteousness and Sanctification and Redemption! He is all of these-and all of these are embodied in Him as Christ, the Lord!

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 1 year ago

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Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #39: “Danger in Blood” Ch. 5

Mighton then heads in the mansion searching around for clues

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Okay! Time to look for clues.

He then hears someone coughing. Mighton walks around the place and then sees Brandy on her bed, poisoned.

Terry/Mighton: You there! Where is Quasarblast, what have you done with him?!

Brandy: He is safe, but all of you aren't. (Coughs.) The benders are in danger. Darkness is about to lead Qourra into bloodbending and killing the man who murder that her mother. (Coughs.) They can't get ahold of you and your family...

Terry/Mighton: You don't look well. I'll take you to the hospital!

Brandy: (Grabs Mighton’s hand.) I am beyond... all medicine. (Coughs.) Kano is really Darkness and he poisoned me and... and soon I will... (Coughs strongly.)

Brandy pulls out a phone from underneath her pillow and shows Mighton a photo of Alice.

Brandy: Stop Darkness at all costs. That's what my maid would have wanted... (Mighton is mortified.)

Brandy: Transform back, transform back! (Closes her eyes.)

Terry/Mighton: What? Why? Wake up! Wake up!

Then, a door opens and he sees Alice who is shock.

Alice: Oh, who are you?

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Uh ma’am try not to freak out but-

Alice sees Brandy and gasps.

Alice: Mrs. Brandy! No! What happened to her?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: She got poisoned by Darkness and died.

Alice starts crying as mascara runs down her eyes. Alice’s sadness then turns into anger.

Alice: That son of a bitch! kicks a vase so hard it breaks

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Whoa easy there ma’am.

Alice then starts crying again as she hugs Mighton.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Aw, don’t cry. I’m sure we’ll find a way to bring your boss back to life.

Alice: I sure hope so.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Come with us. You can help us. Trust us.

Alice is touched by Mighton’s kindness and wisdom and nods with a yes. Mighton turns to Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: You two go with Alice and take Brandy to the hospital! I’ll go find Darkness and save my husband!

The two teachers nod as they pick Brandy and heads to the hospital with Alice.

Montez: What about the rest of us?

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: You guys can come with me too! sees Qourra and Kano heading to the market Oh shit! Sherbet!

Montez: Sherbet?! She’s here?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Wait, you know her?

Cherie: She was a Wallian! She was blind was she first came here and had to wear glasses.

Mighton gasps.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: What?! How?! She’s not even an adult! She’s an orphan teenager!

Nova: Orphan teen?!

Montez: Sherbet’s a teenager?!

Cherie: And an orphan?! What happened?!

Mighton groans in frustration.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: sighs sadly Montez, Cherie, Nova… Sherbet’s parents died in a car crash!

Montez, Cherie and Nova gasp while Pezlie whimpers. Nova starts crying.

Nova: starts crying Oh my God… when did this happens?

Mighton sighs.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Two years ago before she got shrunk…

Cherie: sighs sadly Oh God Sherbet…

Montez: She was homeless?

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Yes. She lived at a homeless shelter and then took a place at an ice cream parlor so she can have a new home before she accidentally got shrunk and Yumyulack didn’t know.

Cherie and Montez sighs sadly while Nova looks down for a bit and thought of something. Before Halk died, all she wanted was to start a family. Then, after realizing this may finally be her chance of a having a child and a family, Nova makes a decision.

Nova: I’ll adopt Sherbet.

All: What?!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Yo-you want to adopt her?

Cherie: Nova… I thought you gave up on having a child when Halk died…

Nova smiles.

Nova: I know I did. But, it’s what Halk would’ve wanted. And after what Sherbet’s been through the past two awful years, she deserves the perfect mom.

Mighton hugs Nova.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: I think you made the right and bravest choice Nova. But Sherbet never needed a perfect mom. You are so kind, compassionate and a great teacher. Sherbet would really love to have you as a mom.

Nova smiles and hugs Mighton and then develops determination in her eyes.

Nova: Wait. We have to stop Kano!

Cherie: Nova is right guys! Let’s go save our friends and loved ones! Together!

All: Right!

Cut to the back view of Zandar as he walks toward the town's entrance. Cut to some vegetables on display at a stall. The scene changes to where Zander is walking to the marketplace of the town village, the place almost desolate. Zander enters the screen. He begins to buys seeds from a stand. A wind chime tinkles from one of the other stands. Sherbet, who is sweeping a deck sharply turns around to view the suspicious activity. The camera view changes to someone ducking behind the stand.

Zander: [Suspiciously.] Hello? [To Sherbet.] Did you see someone?

Sherbet: I don’t think so.

Sherbet shrugs and heads back to sweeping

Zander is later seen walking back to house down some steps. He stops again and looks up.

Zander: Hello? [Camera view shifts to show someone hiding.] Is someone there?

He resumes walking again. Kano and Qourra appear from their hiding place.

Qourra: That was him. That was the monster.

Kano: I know. We attack soon.

Zander then walks while sensing no one, he picks up the seeds and continues on his way. He unknowingly steps on a thin wire, causing him to fall into the mud. He tries to get up only to see a fire blast coming his way which he quickly avoids. Kano appears before him.

Sherbet: Huh?

Kano: Prepare to perish, Zander!

Zandar: Whoever you are, take my money. Take whatever you want. I'll cooperate.

Kano laughs. Qourra walks up to Zandar and pulls down her face mask.

Qourra: Do you know who I am?

Zandar: Oh um…

Qourra: Oh, you better remember me like your life depends on it! Why don't you take a closer look? [Camera focuses on front view of her face.]

Zander gasps.

Zandar: Oh God! I know you! You’re that water tribe girl!

Lightning strikes, darkening the screen and flashing back to the incident in the igloo with Qourra’s mother and Zandar.

Zander: Now tell me, who is it? Who's the waterbender?

Qourra’s Mother: There are no waterbenders here. The war took them all away a long time ago.

Zander: You're lying. My source says there's one waterbender left in the Southern. We're not leaving until we find the waterbender!

Qourra’s Mother: Please! Just take me as your prisoner and let my people go!

Zander: [Cut to a close-up of Zander who smiles evilly.] I'm afraid I'm not taking prisoners today ...

Fade to present day Zander who gulps in terror as the flashback ends. Lightning strikes in the background.

Qourra: She lied to you! [Cut to a close-up of Qourra who turns away from Zander as she closes her eyes sadly.] She was protecting the last waterbender!

Qourra growls and removes her hair tie

Zander: [Shocked.] What? Who?

Qourra: Me!

She holds both her arms out, halting the falling raindrops and creating a shield above the three of them. After a few moments, she sends a forceful stream of water at Yon Rha, transforming the stream into a flurry of ice daggers midway through her attack. Zander crouches in fear, preparing to be hit. When he does not feel harmed, he looks up to see the ice daggers floating in midair as Sherbet gasp in horror. Qourra’s expression softens and she allows for the daggers to liquefy and drop to the ground.

Zander: [Falls to his knees.] I did a bad thing! I know I did and you deserve revenge, so why don't you take my mother? That would be fair! [Attempts to smile weakly.]

Qourra: [Sorrowfully.] I always wondered what kind of person could do such a thing, but now that I see you, I think I understand. There's just nothing inside you, nothing at all. You're pathetic and sad and empty.

Zander: [Humbly.] Please, spare me! [Cries.]

Qourra: But as much as I hate you ... I just can't do it.

Qourra closes her eyes and lowers her head. Cut to Zander, a hint of a smile gracing his lips upon realizing he will be spared. Without saying another word, Qourra turns around and walks away; Kano looks from Qourra to Zander, shooting the latter a last dirty look, and follows her. Zander continues crying and shivering in the rain. But, then Sherbet slips on the mud and crashed into Qourra as the two girls scream. Qourra looks at Sherbet in rage.

Qourra: What are you doing here?! Sherbet gasp in shock upon seeing Kano carrying Quasarblast, then Sherbet looks at Qourra angrily Uh, I can explain

Sherbet: Korvo?

Sherbet then grabs Qourra’s hands and gets disgusted with her.

Sherbet: What have you two done?! Where are you taking Quasarblast?!

Kano growls. Then, Qourra kicks Sherbet to a tree as Sherbet gasp and then starts screaming in horror as Qourra prepares to bloodbend her, until suddenly, a rock hits Qourra. Qourra turned around gasp upon seeing Nova and Cheery with crossbows of their own. Suddenly Quasarblast wakes up.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Huh? What? sees Nova and Cheery Nova? Cheery?!

Nova: Stay the fuck away from my daughter!

Cheery: Yeah! And let go of my friend’s husband!

Sherbet: gasp Nova?

Nova: Sherbet!

Nova runs up and hugs Sherbet as she soothes her as Sherbet starts crying. Then Nova kicks Qourra away while grabbing Quasarblast while Cheery stays behind and fight. Meanwhile, the kids arrived at the hospital. A few seconds later, the nurse turns around and sees Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa in their human forms.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Excuse me, can you please show us where Sonya is?

Nurse: Just take two turns to the left and you’ll find her.

The human Replicants and Human Pupa then opens the door and sees Sonya, who is reading until she gasp upon seeing the kids. A few minutes later, Sonya is checked out of the hospital and back into her normal clothes as the four children head outside.

Sonya: What are you guys doing here? Why did Terry ask you pick me up?

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Korvo’s in danger and we need your help.

Sonya: What?! Korvo? I thought he and his family moved!

The human Replicants and human Pupa then realize what they just said and nervously look at each other with awkward silence. Human Jesse and Human Yumyulack decide to tell Sonya the truth.

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: sighs Because, it’s us. Your former schoolmates… Jesse and Yumyulack Solar…

Jesse and Yumyulack turn into their Shlorpian forms as Sonya gasps.

Sonya: Woah.

Human Pupa also solemnly turn back into his Pupa self.

Sonya: I-I thought you guys left.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites: We’re sorry. The truth is… we didn’t move away and we had to take on human forms for the safety of our new identities.

Sonya smiles.

Sonya: hugs the three alien siblings It’s okay. You can tell me anything.

Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa then sigh and transforms into their Mighty Solars as Fung-irl picks up Sonya and the heroes fly off. Sonya gasp in surprise by the truth revealed.

Sonya: You guys are superheroes now?!

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Yes! We are really the Mighty Solars! And so are some the people you know! Monica is Lightspeed! Korvo’s apprentice is Venus Tip! Our nanny Phoebe is Starburst and Korvo and Terry are Mighton and Quasarblast!

Sonya: Wait, they are?!

Sonya then squeals with excitement.

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Looks like she handle that pretty well!

The scene then cuts to Mighton looking around but then tries to remember what Brandy said to him before she died.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Hmm? Okay, what did Miss Brandy said to me?

Mighton gasps as he remembers

Brandy: Transform back!

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Oh right! Duh!

Mighton transforms back. Terry then turns into his human form and quietly sneaks around. He then gasp and sees Cheery getting ready to fight with Qourra but he grew amazed by Cheery’s courage and decided to witness.

Cheery: How could you do this to us Qourra?!

Qourra: You have no idea what it’s like to lose someone you love!

Then, Cheery grabs her Qourra’s hand and Qourra grabs Cheery’s the thunder shocks them in red thunder as it causes Cheery’s DNA to develop into something more as she cries out. Then, suddenly another woman that looks like Cheery appears form behind her back and falls down. Human Terry gasps The woman wakes up and she appears to have short blond her and a scar on her eye as she gasp and hides. Then, Human Terry turns and sees Cheery in her own Mighty Solars’ suit

Cheery/???: Woah!

Cheery looks around and grows amazed, until she hears Qourra screaming in rage as she tries to attack her.

Cheery/???: Damn! Girl has serious anger issues!

Cheery then ducks as she leaps up and tries to reason with Qourra while the kids arrived and gasp.

Cheery/???: Listen to me Qourra! I know what it’s like to lose someone! Trust me I know! When my best friend and first love Alex died, I was heartbroken but I got better because of my moms and my new friends and the Mighty Solars, who saved my life!

A montage occurs which shows Sherbet hugging Nova and meeting up the rest of the gang while they meet Alice for the first time.

Qourra: What is your problem?! Why aren’t you happy for what I have done?! Kano was trying to help! Vil-Gil-An-T, Fung-irl, Mighty Pupa then sees a text form Terry as they see him and hide while they turn back to their normal selves and turns into their human forms while Sonya runs up and hugs Human Terry

Sonya: Mighton!

Cheery/???: Please Qourra! This isn’t the answer!

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: shock at what Sonya said Wait! Sonya knew?!

Sonya giggles.

Qourra: How about you, Smithefs? Wouldn't you give up your life for your sweet dead gf’s happiness? Other Cheery gasp as she hides in a temple

Cheery/???: Do you really think that this is what your dead mom want? To discover that her daughter has turned into a an out of control rebellious teenager, willing to murder a man who killed her mom out of revenge?!

Qourra: ENOUGH!

Cheery luckily duck from a punch Qourra was about to put on her.

Qourra: My Mom would do the same! Other Cheery who renamed herself Naomi after seeing a name tag and puts it on

Cheery Smithers/???: Never! Unlike you, I have made peace with it. I’m not living in the past. I have a whole life ahead of me! You'd know this if you ever took an interest in revenge. But in reality, everyone who reached out to you means nothing to you anymore! You've locked yourself away from the world. Locked yourself in a horrible grooming from the wrong mentor! Locked yourseld into a life that allows you to take the wrong path in order to justify that man’s madness!

Qourra: You’d do the same thing!

Cheery then kicks the man while Kano turns back into Darkness and prepares to kill Quasarblast who has recovers from the his concussion. Then, Naomi sees it and screams in fury as she throws a hammer at Darkness as he screams in pain.

Darkness: What the fuck?! Who threw that fucking hammer at me?!

Naomi: I did!

Darkness growls and tries to fight back. But, then Naomi growls as she pulls a rope that caused some rocks to fall on him as it makes a cut on him.

Sonya: Wait! Where’s Mr. Korvo?!

Quasarblast then turns invisible and makes it back to his family while he watches Darkness getting weaker because of Naomi’s rocks. Cheery keeps fighting with Qourra as Quasarblast gets an idea.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: HEY QOURRA!

Qourra: WHAT?!

Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: You should’ve touch Cheery because I think you have her some of your DNA.

Qourra: What?!

Then, suddenly Qourra stops moving as she gasp and sees Cheery using blood bending, but the good way as she retrains Qourra by blood bending her and making her lose access to her blood bending powers as Qourra screams in pain and falls down on her knees.

Cheery Smithers/Blood Sympathy: Qourra?!

Cheery then gasp upon releasing she is blood bending, but she wasn’t scared as she retrains Qourra who cries out in pain. Then, Cheery takes a deep breath to ease her nerves as she gain full control of her new super powers.

Cheery Smithers/???: It’s too late Qourra… the fight is over… you met the wrath of Blood Sympathy!

Blood Sympathy does her own superhero pose while Quasarblast turns back into his normal Shlorpian self and then back into his human form as he runs up to his family and new adoptive daughter and embrace them.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Korvy!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Darling! embraces Terry in a kiss

Sonya: to Human Korvo Hi Quasarblast!

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: What the! You know? Oh Nevermind. sighs Looks like we didn’t have a choice but to tell you the truth. I’m sorry Sonya.

Sonya: It’s okay. I’m happy you told me now.

Human Korvo smiles but then notices the whole temple collapsing.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Oh shit!

Cheery Smithers/Blood Sympathy: Oh shit! Everyone come on! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

Then, Qourra sees Naomi as she prepares to attack but then as Darkness could have a chance to attack the family, he lost it when suddenly, a spear appears through his heart as he starts screaming and begins to disintegrate.

Darkness: No! No! CURSE YOU MIGHTY SOLARS!

Darkness explodes into dust as everyone gasp but are relieve. But then, Quarra gets super pissed off and tries to attack. Then, Naomi gets overwhelmed and knocks her out. Naomi screams in rage and then breaks down in tears. Then, Blood Sympathy sees her and gasp. Naomi looks at Blood Sympathy tearfully, which shocks Blood Sympathy because Naomi looks like her.

Cheery Smithers/Blood Sympathy: What?

Naomi then closes her eyes and look down in shame.

Naomi: I’m sorry.

Human Pupa gasp and secretly uses his telekinesis powers to bring up Blood Sympathy by loving the rock she is standing on. Alice then made it while holding Brandy and the gang looks up and gasp upon seeing the entire place coming down.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Oh fuck! Guys we have to get out of here! This whole place is coming down.

Blood Sympathy then sees Naomi and Naomi screams as she prepares to pull down two ropes. Blood Sympathy however refuses to let her do that and flies up and grabs Naomi to safety.

Cheery Smithers/Blood Sympathy: We have to go! The place is gonna collapse!

As Naomi holds on to Blood Sympathy, the gang quickly rushes out of the collapsing temple.

Human Terry Solar-Opposites: Quick everyone! Head to safety!

Human Jesse Solar-Opposites: Aw geez!

Principal Cooke: Holy fuck, this is so not happening!

The temple is now a pile of rubble as the family and their friends are relived. Then, Naomi open her eyes and grows amazed by the environment of Earth-4.

Naomi: Wow. This place is beautiful.

Human Korvo Solar-Opposites: Of course it is. It’s our home. Your home. Welcome home… sees Naomi’s name tag Naomi.

Then, Blood Sympathy starts to feel a feeling that is causing her to blush and moan lovingly upon seeing Naomi.

Cheery Smithers/Blood Sympathy: in her thoughts Holy shit. I think I am in love.

The gang then looks at the sunrise as they smile.

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spicysoftsweet · 4 years ago

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summary: gojo’s tired of you resisting him

warnings: home invasion, noncon, degradation, fem!reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a crumb for @mahitopegger i have no idea wtf happened. i didn’t edit this || reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.

It was only after the soft click of your door, and the eerie silence thereafter that seemed to threaten to close you in, that you realized that something wasn’t quite right. Your eyes darted left, then right, and you kicked off your shoes slower than usual, setting them semi-haphazardly to the side of your entryway.

Even if you weren’t paranoid, you were still the type of person to double check, sometimes triple-check your locks on occasion before you left your home, and you did remember your key turning the right way just seconds ago.

Maybe you were overreacting - after all you lived in a relatively safe area, alone save for your cat with a propensity to mewl for food at all hours of the day. Ah, that was possibly the issue, the fact that your little furry friend hadn’t made his presence immediately. But he knew how to be quiet sometimes, and was fond of an early afternoon nap.

The sound of your keys clattering on your coffee table now seemed unceremoniously loud, like you were disturbing a religious service. In your own house.

Your heart started to race for just a moment, and you turned around quickly.

Nothing. No person, no ghost, no cat. Just you, a sudden sense of unease, and your rapidly beating heart.

Why were you so anxious?

You couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so unsettled for the moments in which you paced down your hallway, ears tuned to the soft footfalls of your presumably sleeping companion. You would have whispered its name but you didn’t want to wake up the needy little bastard unnecessarily.

It was only three paces in that you stilled suddenly, and the memory of the last time you’d felt this way suddenly struck vividly in your mind.

Clear blue eyes, bordered by long, pale white eyelashes. A smile, once easy and bright, with corners turned up far too high into malice.

You froze.

Was it him? Was Gojo in your house? He wouldn’t... would he?

Your last encounter had been... suboptimal, to say the least. You’d all but told him to get lost, that you weren’t and would never be interested, not after knowing who he was, what he was.

You needed a quiet, calm existence. Your imprint on the world would be measured. You had to stay away from bad omens like his.

But his reaction had been unnatural. He hadn’t given you a real response, just a smile, and you had felt just as unnerved then as you did now before you parted.

You were clearly still spooked.

But these nerves were just vestiges of your anxiety. Gojo knew how to take no for an answer. Of course he did.

He didn’t - you opened your bedroom to find the young sorcerer waiting for you, your cat comfortable in his arms.

“Ah! You’re back~”

Gojo didn’t move; rather, he continued to sit in his relaxed position, legs outstretched onto the bed, palm stroking softly at the soft orange fur. The soft purr of the docile animal filled the air with sharp contrast to your wordless mouth, opening and closing once in shock, and the frenzied beat of your heart.

He smiled before his eyes did, and shifted on top of your covers, getting to his feet. Dressed casually in a white t-shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants, as though he’d been lounging around your house the entire day... as though he lived here.

“W-what are you doing here?” You choked out.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his hold on the little creature relaxed, who remained for just a moment, mewing once before jumping off his lap, brushing by your legs that felt as though they would start shaking any moment, and then promptly sauntered out of the room.

“You didn’t tell me you had a cat,” Satoru remarked, now sitting with legs criss-crossed on the bed, hair mussed and relaxed, and with affect as bright as a child on his first sleepover. He patted the space on the bed next to him, beckoning you to come sit. “Did you have a good day?”

“Gojo, please get out of my house.”

His expression darkened for just a moment before it returned to its natural cheeriness. He patted the space next to him again.

“You must be tired. I can make you something. Tea?”

Your feet were glued to the ground, neither advancing nor retreating.

“P-please leave,” you repeated, more wary this time. Your hands were starting to shake and you watched his eyes flicker to them, then back to your eyes.

“Why would I do that?” He said, tilting his head ever so slightly.

His eyes bore into yours and you felt your stomach turn.

“Don’t you like my attention?”

“Satoru, please,” you continued, your lower lip wobbling inadvertently. “Please, just leave... I won’t tell anyone you came here, just... I can’t return whatever feelings you have, so just go.”

Your fists clenched and unclenched, but you still were so tense, planted onto the floor as though you were a sharp dagger thrust into vulnerable flesh. Why weren’t your feet moving? You should be running. Running as far as you can from this man who could just as easily become a monster if he so pleased.

As though he knew you’d already become powerless - not that it made a difference, the power differential was already so vast - he rose, walking towards you in an open, unguarded stance. He wasn’t afraid of you in the least. The very thought made your blood boil.

Once he stood before you, towering over your shorter, smaller frame, his lips pursed.

“Stop shaking.”

It was a command, given in an annoyed but direct fashion.

You don’t know why you eked out, powerlessly, “I can’t.”

“You weren’t this afraid when you were telling me to fuck off a couple days ago,” he noted. His hand rose to grip your chin, tilting your face to him. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but tears were now streaming down your face, warm and wetting his fingers.

“You’re crying? Where’s the sass you had then?”

“Please...”

Against your better wishes, his lips pressed to yours, and somehow then, your body remembered that adrenaline could also make you fight, and you did fight, thumping your hands balled into fists against his chest and his shoulders, as his hand gripped your chin tighter and his tongue forced its way down your throat. Once he’d gotten tired of your struggle, his other arm hooked around your waist, and he pulled you closer, pressing you against his body.

Your screams were muffled by his kiss as it grew deeper, and at some point, he’d decided on biting your lip painfully, drawing blood once he’d threatened you to shut the fuck up before he gave you something to cry about for real.

You remembered that the first time Gojo had kissed you, it had been soft and tender, nothing like this kiss that was violent and demanded submission; once his hand moved from its grip on your chin, it grasped your hair, fingers twisting and tugging to tilt your head back.

His lips left yours, now red and soon purple and blue, and made their way down your neck to mark them the same.

Every scream was futile, every plea for mercy fell on deaf ears.

At some point, you may have heard your cat meow for something... food? Out of sympathy? You weren’t sure, all you could think about were the painful hickeys on your collarbones and traveling down your bosom.

“I don’t know why you’re so resistant. You yourself called me selfish,” he murmured, ripping the top part of your clothing with the nonchalance with which one would peel a banana. At the sight of your exposed breasts, he was like a man rabid, slamming you backwards into the wall without much regard for head injury. His left arm caged you in, while his right pressed painfully onto your breast.

He paused for a moment, and grinned salaciously.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that~! You look so docile... it’s weird coming from you.”

To that, a fire renewed in your eyes, and you spat directly in his face. His lips curled again in satisfaction, barely reacting to the spittle dripping down his pretty features.

“Fuck you.”

“I will.”

With a small chuckle, he jerked your face painfully to the left such that you couldn’t look at him directly as he took your breast into his mouth.

The idea of this bastard suckling on you, loudly, lewdly as though you’d belonged to him only made the churn in your stomach worse, but the desperate attempts to a knee to his chest were met with barely a resistance. Like he knew you couldn’t hurt him and it was only a matter of time until you stopped and succumbed to him.

The process was already happening - you could feel your nipples hardening and a new flow of heat in your panties. Your tears became more prolific - no longer fear, but rage, but the hand that kept you steady against the wall was impossibly strong.

Your head swam as a confused pleasure started to replace the pain and fear you were feeling. More clothing was torn off of you, more of your skin was marked and licked and sucked. Once your panties were ripped to shreds, he lay your now languid and fight-drained body against him, cooing appreciatively at the new helplessness, pumping two slender fingers up and down your wet inner core as he moved you from the hard wall to the soft bed.

You almost thanked him.

His fingers remained within you as he laid you down, but once he withdrew his touch as your pounding hazy head hit the pillow, he replaced them with the roughness of his tongue, penetrating you without the least bit of shame.

You let slip the moan you had been holding in in defiance.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”

He continued to lick and you continued to mewl.

Once he’d tired of the taste of your cunt, he invaded your privacy in the most all-encompassing way possible, pushing every inch of a greedy, throbbing cock inside of you. As you cried from the stretch, he shushed you with a hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your screams.

As if someone was going to help you. Maybe your cat would come and watch, but he’d found something else to do.

“I know it hurts but you’ll get used to it, I promise, babe,” he murmured, groaning slightly as he seated himself to the hilt. “There.”

He stilled and in the silence of the moment only punctuated by both of your soft pants, you remembered how to sob.

His nose crinkled, and he let out of a soft sigh, cock jerking impatiently inside you.

“Why are you so stubborn?” He mused, leaning against you so that his head rested in the softness of your breasts. He could hear your heartbeat that doesn’t beat for him... but rather it did, because he is the one making it quicken in some odd rhythm of terror and pleasure.

You didn’t speak because there was far, far too much to yell.

As though a timer had rung to mark the end of his empathy, he rose onto his hands again, sighing as he adjusted into the plushness of your walls that didn’t reject him as fervently as you did. He moved, shoving two fingers down your throat to gag your renewed protests as he thrust into you repeatedly.

The short gasps with every stroke only encouraged him, and the immense pleasure he found in the light of your eyes starting to fade into a placid dullness.

“You love me,” he informed you with every rut.

You didn’t answer.

You weren’t sure what this disgusting repetitive sensation bringing your body to climax was. You were no longer sure what he was even talking about, just that there was a warm thing pumping inside of you and fingers down your throat and pain everywhere else in your body, particularly your neck and shoulders and arms and breasts, and you were staring into precious sapphires littering the base of twin lakes.

“You love me,” he repeated. “I know you do.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #tw noncon #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo sm #not sfw #gojo smut #mae.drabble #mae.writing

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

#THIS MADE ME CRY I NEVER CRY AT MY OWN FICS #THIS ONE WAS HELLA SAD #SORRY POPPLINS #BUT HAD TO GIVE YOU AN HEARTACHE #HARRY SAD WRITINGS #HARRY ANGST #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #cute harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry angst #hsh #fluff #dom harry

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braindeadbaddie · 4 years ago

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A Case Study in Kisses: Bajifuyu Through the Years

half for me, half for you, sticky kisses for two

Chifuyu and Baji will always split half a peyoung yakisoba.

They will buy one..two or ten, eat half of each, and then switch.

Baji is sentimental, and although Chifuyu thinks it’s a little impractical, he indulges him because he loves him. He loves to think that this is something that they do. This is theirs.

Baji does not eat peyoung yakisoba with anyone else, because when Chifuyu is done with his half, he always cups his face, and kisses him deep. He licks his way into his mouth, bites his bottom lip, and sucks on his tongue until Chifuyu is a whimpering, withering mess.

“For the extra flavor,” Baji says while licking his lips when he pulls away.

Then he goes on to continue eating, like he didn’t turn Chifuyu’s brain to mush.

Baji doesn’t tell him, but peyoung yakisoba always makes him crave his kisses. And the flavor always tastes a bit better from Chifuyu’s lips.

melting clouds

“Thank you for your patronage, have a good day,” Chifuyu says with a cheery voice as he waves off the last customer of the day.

Chifuyu sighs as the customer service smile melts off his face.

Today has been a long day. A very very long day.

He rubs the side of his neck, trying to work out the extra stress that has built there as he walks towards the door to flip the sign to “closed.” He lets out another long sigh before turning around and walking through the store to look for his boyfriend, so they can hurry up and get home, where they can hide away in the covers and pretend nothing exists but the two of them.

He turns into the cat food aisle and sees his boyfriend… laughing with Kazutora.

Now…Chifuyu has forgiven Kazutora for the pain of the past. He understands why he did what he did and how he lost his sanity to the world. He loves Kazutora, because Baji loves Kazutora, and because to some extent, he gets Kazutora.

So he understands exactly what is behind the look in his eyes when he looks at Baji.

Chifuyu’s been there too.

He swallows, try to work down some of the jealousy that is working into his guts.

It doesn’t work.

Fuck it.

Chifuyu walks up to the pair, throwing his arms around Baji, and nuzzling his face in the side of his neck. He gives him a squeeze as he lets out his third and loudest sigh. He feels the rumble of his boyfriend’s laugh before he hears it, the two working in tandem to send a hot thrill down to his toes, just as stepping into a warm bath would.

“Long day?” Baji asks, the sympathy apparent in his voice.

He nods, the exhaustion catching up to him as he rests his head against the back of Baji’s shoulder.

“The store is mostly clean, I can go count the register and finish everything up if you guys wanna get home a bit earlier…” Kazutora says, his voice masking most of the envy Chifuyu knows he feels.

“You sure?” Baji says, the rumble of his deep voice soothing Chifuyu’s heart. He could fall asleep standing up.

“Yeah definitely. Besides, I owe y’all one remember,” he says.

Chifuyu only sleepily hums, arms loosening around Baji’s waist. He feels his boyfriend turn around and wrap his arms around him to keep him upright.

“Well since this one is so tired, I’ll let ya. Thanks, Tora,” Baji says appreciatively.

“Mm, thanks Tora…” Chifuyu mumbles out, leaning heavily on Baji’s shoulder. He hears Kazutora’s retreating footsteps over the soft lull of Baji’s heart.

“You look like a little kitten,” Baji whispers softly, carding his fingers through Chifuyu’s fingers.

“Baji,” he mumbled, leaning into the touch. He tips his head up, searching for a kiss, all without opening an eye.

Baji chuckles and plants a small kiss on his nose.

“Baji….” he whines, feel the skin burning with the oncoming blush.

The rumble from Baji’s boisterous laugh, shakes Chifuyu up enough to flutter his eyes open and pout.

He feels the way Baji’s breathe gets caught in his throat, watching with sleepy eyes at the way his Adam’s apple bops up and down.

“God, you’re so pretty it’s unfair,” Baji mumbled before gracing him with a pillow soft kiss.

Chifuyu sighs into it, and for the first time that night, he feels all the stress, all the worry, and the entire world melt away.

All that matters right now is Baji’s soft kiss, lifting him up up up, causing him to float away.

Cloud 9 could never be as sweet as Keisuke Baji’s lips.

the sweetest sound (my name on your lips)

“Chifuyu,” Baji says with his beloved’s head tucked under his chin.

“Yes Baji-san,” he answers, his back firm against Baji’s chest.

“You know…you should start calling me by my first name. I don’t know why you’ve kept these formalities up like we haven’t been together for like….ever” he mumbles into his hair.

He almost misses the way Chifuyu stops breathing. But who could blame him…his heart is going so fast he can barely hear or feel anything but thump thump thump thump.

Chifuyu lowers the heat on the stove, where he’s making tea and turns around to face Baji. He looks up at him, a pink blush dusting his face, his plump bottom lip caught in his pearly teeth.

God, how could his boyfriend look so cute, so sweet, so absolutely breathtaking with nothing but Baji’s big sweatshirt on in the dim afternoon light in his kitchen.

Chifuyu could run Hakkai and all the other models in the world out of business.

“K-Kei…” he says bashfully, intoxicating green eyes darting between Baji’s eyes and….everywhere but Baji’s eyes.

“Hah…” Baji breathes out as the air is punched out of his lungs, blood rushing to his face.

“Kei…” he says again, more firmly, holding his gaze this time.

Baji bites his lip to stop himself from making anymore embarrassing sounds.

“Kei…” Chifuyu whispers softly, tilting his head just the slightest.

“God…” Baji groans out before rest his forehead against his boyfriend’s. He presses a firm kiss to his lips, before doing it again and again and again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Chifuyu,” he whispers softly into the small space between them.

Chifuyu mumbles out something incoherent before pressing a small kiss to the corner of Baji’s mouth.

“Baji-san,” he whispers back.

“No no. Kei.” he replies firmly, looking dead into his boyfriends mesmerizing oasis of green. “You have to get used to it because you’ll be ‘Baji-San’ one day too”

Then blush that sparks across Chifuyu’s face makes Baji fall in love all over again.

He watches him gulp, let out a shaky breath before looking up into his eyes.

“Ok…” he mumbles out.

lazy morning dew

“Kei…” Chifuyu says sleepily, caressing his lover’s torso with his ear pressed to his chest.

The man beneath him hums, tightening the arm around him. Chifuyu loves the vibrating feeling the courses from his boyfriend’s body into his. He plants a small kiss right over his heart, then plops his chin over his folded hands, looking up at the love of his life.

Baji looks down at him, rubbing soft circles into his skin. His grey eyes sparkle in the sunlight that seeps in between the blinds, shining in contrast against his beautiful sea of black hair, making them look like far away stars in the night sky.

And Chifuyu is helpless to do anything but cling to them like a lost traveler, trying to find his way.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he mumbled out, unable to stop the words from flowing out of him.

He feels a light blush rise to his face, but he can’t find it in him to feel embarrassed. Not with butterflies dancing around his stomach at the way Baji’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. Not with the way Baji’s cheekbones start to color in a pretty pink. Not with the way all the love in the world seems trapped inside Baji’s eyes.

“How can you say that when you look like this…?” Baji mumbles out, bringing up a hand to cup his face

“Chifuyu…” Baji whispers, rubbing his thumb across Chifuyu’s blushing face. “Man, you look like a dream.”

He feels all the breath leave his lungs in a soft whimper, helplessly nuzzling Baji’s palm. His eyes flutter close and holds his breath as his boyfriend’s sweet lips meet his own.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over this. Not after knowing Baji for 13 years , being with him for the last 7, and living with him for the last 6.

He doesn’t think he could ever get over the way Baji’s lips brush softly against his in the morning, before planting them firmly in a sweet kiss. He loves the way he always uses his hand to guide Chifuyu, the way his arm tightens around him. He loves the way he never rushes in the morning, taking his time to explore Chifuyu with his lips, his tongue and his sharp teeth.

As Chifuyu wraps his arms around Baji’s neck, sinking deeper into the kiss, he think this is how the Earth must feel, being kissed by the sun every morning. Softly, slowly, bringing it to life in a new way, every day.

#bajifuyu #Bajifuyu fluff #why isn’t that a tag #keisuke baji #chifuyu matsuno #omg theyre so cute #more bajifuyu fluff #they deserve everything #an apology for all the angst #I love y’all #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #Baji should be alive

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gloriousxdarkness · 3 years ago

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S2 E5: “Kinbaku” Part One

2x05, my beloved. Obligatory thank you @director Floria Sigismondi

Kinbaku: literally “tight binding,” is a type of aesthetic Japanese bondage a.k.a. — the ties that bind, shared beliefs or other factors that link people together, ties of blood, ties of duty, ties of affection.

There’s obviously a lot of meat in this episode and it’s a personal favorite of mine. I’ll try (and probably fail) to be as concise as possible. Flashbacks/College in Part Two.

Hello, Matthew

- (from end of 2.04) Elektra has been in Matt’s apartment for... a good while. She’s untouched by the rain, and has a beer open but hasn’t drunk any of it yet. This whole thing feels anticipatory on her end— she’s waiting for her cue to start. She lets Matt sense her before speaking.

- Interestingly, to me, the very first thing she says is about the beer. German beer, tastes like piss! Interesting, because Stick said this exact same thing back in 1.07. Already we see an subliminal echo of him in her. This is also similar because Stick shows up right after Matt is in the paper as The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and now Elektra shows up right after Matt is in the news as Daredevil. Of course, she and Stick must be communicating behind the scenes, but here’s why that seems important— both of them left Matt alone until he publicly embraced vigilantism.

- The beginning has some small talk which is mainly notable for the fact that Matt is the one to bring up his futon and to suggest she must want to stay there (this reminds me of the “Are we dancing?” and “stupid tie” comments at the gala, and “sweetheart” here— unprompted references to the past or to couple activities), and he then accuses her of wanting to walk down memory lane (considering the rest of the episode - lol).

- During the conversation she’s constantly moving closer, testing boundaries, until she’s right up in Matt’s face and finds his physical and emotional limits. This is something Elektra will do a lot— she will push the envelope until a line is drawn in the sand. And then she stops at the boundary.

E: I'm sorry. I've spent years trying to convince myself that things happen for a reason, that you and I were not meant to be. But I know now. That wasn't fate. It was a choice. My choice. And I'm sorry.

- Her apology speech feels rehearsed (Matt seems to sense that a little, or just something off about it). Her preparing makes sense, it’s the first time she’s talking to him in years after going no-contact. She tries to play on his sympathies by bringing up their fathers. Tries to reestablish familiarity. She primes Matt with all the information he’ll later need to follow her path. My penthouse in Midtown, the Yakatomi building, etc. Up until Matt says she’ll never know him ever again, her tone is light and familiar, even cheery, but then it drops. She’s genuinely disappointed at that idea. She leaves at once when Matt tells her to get out.

- After this conversation, after his ‘no’, she doesn’t ask him again to join her. It’s all about choice. He could just... not do anything. He could ignore her, he could not engage in her business. But she guesses, correctly, that he’ll involve himself.

Roxxon / Yakatomi Building

E: Energy, cleaning supplies, macaroni and cheese. Child labor, slave trade. They have their fingers in everything.

- This is a good example of Elektra speaking around the truth, rather than lying. She usually knows better than to flat out lie to Matt. The Fingers are another name for the Hand leaders. The Yakuza is calling a rose by another name. This is also an example of the enterprise Elektra is situating herself against. The Hand makes money through corporations that engage in brutality to amass power. Despite her own organization using child soldiers — being one of them, she has serious blind spots.

- She releases a virus into the Roxxon system via pen and is shown to understand Japanese perfectly. Either the Chaste provides her tech, or Elektra “knows a guy” - how she has a pilot, a clean up crew, probably a doctor, etc. Point is, she’s not that kind of brain. She didn’t care about school. See: Stick’s speech to Matt about “smart don’t come from books.” She’s a field operative. Her specialization is infiltration and information gathering. Everything Elektra has learned that is bookish (like languages) isn’t in her nature, but was a necessary part of training. Left to her own devices, she’s smart, but she’s a jock. She’d rather beat the crap out of someone to gain knowledge than read a book. If this reminds you of Matt vs. Studying, it should.

- She calls Matt in the middle of his date with Karen which means she is literally spying on him with her own eyeballs across the street right then. Mainly just getting under his skin here, probably a little petty & jealous, since there’s nothing goal-related gained by calling him. “If you really want to be done, consider this me firing you.” Ball in his court. Yet another opportunity for Matt to disengage.

As a sidenote, it’s interesting to me how Matt and Karen are both lying to each other during this portion of the date. Neither can tell the other how their day really went to any degree— displays a lack of trust. And later the “I’m going to kiss you now”— it can all be read as nerves, newness, cute awkwardness, etc. But if it’s not just flavor, then it’s a juxtaposition to the synchronization and deep familiarity between Matt and Elektra.

Penthouse

M: Don't do that, don't. Not now, don't. You act like you have some window into my soul, but you don't, and you never have. E: There was always this glorious darkness inside you. No. That's why I took you to Roscoe Sweeney's. And, yes. That's why I loved you. That's why you loved me, too. Don't deny what we have. Please.

- The thing about this is... Elektra does know Matt. And Matt does have a darkness in him he fights (just as Elektra has a goodness in her that she fights, but more on that later). And now that Elektra knows Matt is newly embracing his violence, she has hope they can be the team she once dreamed. But Matt at this point is still trying to keep his “two lives” separate. This entire season is about Matt denying that Daredevil (read: violence/darkness - not specifically killing) is a big part of him, and how splitting himself in half causes serious problems. That’s the point of the season. Two lives, one man, and his gradual self-acceptance.

- I’ve seen people claim that she only wants Daredevil and not Matt (vs Karen wanting Matt and not DD), and that is... pretty ludicrous to me. She wants Matt in his entirety. This scene is Elektra trying to get Matt to want himself in his entirety. To stop denying the truth of who he is. Which is why she then confronts him head on about being Daredevil. (In Matt’s defense, he doesn’t know she knows until he’s deep in the well of denial). It probably makes it more fun for her to know he’s lying, and try to get him to admit it.

- It’s also striking that Matt is much more upset about the possibility she might not have been genuinely sorry earlier (she was) than ending up in the crossfire of a gang fight, but hey, I’m not here to analyze Matt. The combat is hand-to-hand and nobody dies. Elektra has control herself and doesn’t kill people indiscriminately. I think it’s weird I have to say that, but apparently, I do. This actually makes it a choice when she does kill people instead of like... mindless instinct. Meaning she has reasons.

E: “I didn’t push you into anything.” / “Do I need to push you this time?”

- Contradicts herself. That’s okay, characters are allowed to contradict themselves. This just goes to show that Elektra doesn’t always frame or communicate the past accurately.

M: “Why did you take me to that mansion?” E: “That’s your question? For fun.”

- This echoes his claim that they have very different ideas of fun— she’s mocking it, but it’s sat with her all day. The extent of his hostility probably did surprise her, because he didn’t kill Sweeney (“...and you didn’t kill anyone.” No harm, no foul. This might be what she means by “I didn’t push you into anything”, since it didn’t work). I would consider this pretty close to a direct lie. Sure, playing house is fun, getting Matt justice by killing his dad’s killer is a form of fun— but obviously we know her real reason was to recruit Matt to the Chaste. The murder was the final step before real initiation. She’s drinking here, which I think exhibits buying time / slight discomfort with this line of questioning, because Elektra still doesn’t want to tell him about the Chaste. Or is forbidden to.

- Minor notes: She tries to kiss Matt, then shrugs it off when that doesn’t happen. At some time during the day, she broke into his apartment again and stole his suit. “This” building isn’t in her name, which implies multiple buildings are. The Natchios family owning real estate makes sense as an avenue of wealth generation.

Episode Framing / Bookends

- If we think about the structure of the episode, it begins with Elektra breaking into Matt’s apartment uninvited and it ends with Matt going to Elektra’s apartment (if not uninvited, then unannounced). In between we have Matt going to the Yakatomi building to spy on Elektra, and Elektra spying on Matt during his date with Karen.

- I mention it because it’s really important to their dynamic to understand Get Me. Tit for tat. If I hit you, you better hit me back. Elektra takes Matt spying on her as a jab, and she responds in kind. Almost everything with them is a kind of sparring, verbal or physical. Jab, cross, shield. On top of that, it also means understand me. Both Matt and Elektra have a side of themselves they hide from everyone else, and for a little while there, they both thought they found a person who could perfectly understand and embrace them in their entirety.

TLDR;

- Elektra finds Matt’s boundaries and stays there. It’s only when he re-involves himself she tries again, and finds a boundary, and stops at it. Elektra doesn’t need him to be involved to do what she’s doing. If he really wanted to be done, she wouldn’t bother him again. That being said, she helps the situation turn out in her favor by leaving crumbs for him to follow and snagging his suit.

- But, the choice remains his. Because in her apology speech, it wasn’t fate that drove them apart, it was a choice. Her choice. She recognizes she unilaterally made the decision to leave without his input. So the choice to determine what their relationship is in modern times is his.

Preface >> 1.07 Pt 1 >> 1.07 Pt 2

#( elektra meta tag. )#elektra natchios #daredevil #long post for ts;#ooc;#( goodbye daredevil rewatch. )

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