#death in family spoliers

[raidensharkgun]

Dude just woke up

[mayamarvil]

One of the most noble ways to go out

Dark Nights: Death Metal #7

[kidcosky]

Okay.... Let's analyze what happened in dcmk these last few weeks. Obvious SPOLIERS will be commented so you know.

> Appearance of Aoko's mother in Magic Kaito.

Where was she all this time? Why did she never appear or even show a sign of life? She didn't even call her daughter on her birthday... She appears so oblivious to everything, she didn't even know who Kaitou Kid was since her husband has always been obsessed with trying to catch this thief for YEARS. It seems like Gosho just randomly placed her in the story without trying to connect with the canon, it's almost as if she was a character outside of her original manga.

> Film 27 and its breaks in logic and common sense.

After all these years, Gosho decided to go against everything he had already said and made the Kaishin to be cousins, not only ruining a unique relationship (whether you shipped or not) but also bringing plot holes and contradictions in the story. If they are cousins ​​what's the excuse for them never trying to even interact before? Why was it that when Yukiko first met Kaito, she never acted like she was related to her? The same with Toichi, she always talked about him as just her teacher and NOTHING more than that, it doesn't make sense to put that in the story now. Why did Kaito never even have support from his family? Not even showing up at Toichi's symbolic funeral? How come Yusaku never went to talk to his late brother's family, even if he knew the truth KAITO DIDN'T KNOW...

No one even considered his feelings...

> All the bullshit involving Kaishin.

The biggest problem for me about them being cousins ​​is not just because of the ship but because of all the history and construction they had. It's as if everything that's different about them is summed up in the simple fact that they're related. But Kaishin has always had something unique, something that Gosho himself defined as "a mysterious bond". Them not having the slightest type of relationship made everything so unique, a connection that only the two of them could have together, one would easily understand the other even though they were complete strangers. Now I feel like they want to throw that away.

> TOICHI KUROBA AND MY HATE FOR HIM.

Gosho had already said that Toichi was possibly alive but the confirmation brought me a wave of anger and contempt that I had never felt for any other dcmk character (even bo). Let's think about Kaito in this whole story:

• lost his father when he was just a child and is still traumatized by it today.

• for 8 FUCKING YEARS he discovers that his father's death was never an accident but a murder.

• His father was actually an internationally wanted thief who was after a precious stone capable of bringing immortality.

• he steps into his father's shoes as KID and decides to try to find out for himself what happened to his father, who killed him and why.

• now there is a criminal organization that thinks he is the KID who didn't really die and they are trying to kill him once and for all.

• he decides to put himself at risk looking for Pandora, being something belonging to the organization and the police themselves.

• a lot of people hate him, regardless of whether he hurts people or not.

• more and more he becomes more and more removed from everything and becomes burdened with the KID charade.

• his own mother doesn't care about him, on the contrary, it seems like she likes to make things even more difficult for her son (she disguised herself as her dead ex-husband just to screw with her son's head, that's sickening to say the least).

• everything Kaito does is because of his father's murder, he never wanted to be KID, he never liked stealing, he doesn't do any of that for pleasure (except when it involves a certain mini detective but that's not the focus now ).

• and in the end his father was ALIVE all this time, doing who knows what while his son was risking his life because of him... BRO...

This whole thing is insane. And not in a good way.

[starsofjewels]

hello idk if you're requests are currently open right now, but could you possibly do another gregor c fic or one shot???(maybe one were he and reader have children or something idk i just need more gregor, especially from you!!!)

Haunted Keeps and Squirrel Bones

Gregor Clegane x Lady Clegane! Reader (feat. the Clegane boys)

CONTENT: Language, possible HOTD spoliers (regarding Aemond), mentions of hunting animals + animal bones, ghosts, a medieval man's interpretation of the menstrual cycle, Greggie C is his own warning.

Word count: 3.1k

(If you want to consider this a Part 2/ Epilogue to Yellow Wedding, by all means do.)

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I actually had this written and ready about a week ago, but we can pretend it's fresh for you...

Hello beautiful, gorgeous, god-given anon,

yes, my requests are 100% open, request as much as you like!

Thank you so much for giving me an anon post to attach this fic to, so I look like a very good, very proper writer with many, many followers. Here's to more Greggie C requests.

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CONTEXT- In my little fantasy land, Lady Clegane and Gregor have three sons together- Ronan (approx 6/7), Finnegan 'Finny' (approx 5/6) and Baby (a baby, go figure). Ronan likes making the kitchen cats race each other, and Finny likes stories about old battles. Yes, they are both shockingly normal for having Greggie C as a father. Someone let me know if they want more about Ronan and Finny. :)

Your life is sweet, and comfortable. The world of a lady with no particular noble standing, and an infamous husband. You have no expectations in the court, to the Lannisters, or to anyone but yourself and the town you control whilst Gregor is away. 

Clegane Keep is merely a small patch of land in the Westerlands, or in Westeros at all. In the grand, vast world of your Kingdom and your country, it is nothing. And yet it thrives like no other. The food is plentiful, the children run wild in the streets, and your little town’s only downfall is that it is constantly steeped in the hushed stories of Gregor’s violence. Everyone knows someone who their ruling lord has murdered in cold blood, and yet none of them say anything. The Mountain is a fearsome guard dog, enough to ward off any potential threat from the surrounding areas. 

You are watching your boys play when he tells you, splashing each other with water from the troughs. It is hardly clean, you think, but they are having fun, and so you shan’t complain. You are sitting on the other side of the field with their lunch, and their baby brother in your arms, most comfortable with the arrangement. 

Gregor sits beside you, helping himself to the picnic, no matter how much you slap his hands away. If it weren’t for his enormous size, and the jewels around your neck and fingers, you could pass for any common family, enjoying a sunny day. 

“I’ve been called up again.”

Something inside of you sighs, knowing precisely what this means. Another fortnight, more months of waiting up each night for a man you know may not return. Not that you suspect he wouldn’t, Gregor has often joked that he would beat the Stranger when He came for him. And you do not doubt his words. So, you school your face, and respond as neutrally as you can,

“Where to?”

“Harrenhal.”

That makes you turn your head, unable to hide your displeasure at the mention of the place. Every child in Westeros has heard of Harrenhal, and its spirits. It is the place where riches turn to ruin, jewels to mud, and princes to skeletons. Daemon, Aemond, Rhaegar, a Martell, the list of princes who call the area around that haunted keep their gravesite is almost insurmountable. Their ghosts haunt it alongside those of the vengeant Children of the Forest since an ironborn king had made it his pleasure to cut sacred forest. The largest castle in Westeros, and the one place you think even your Mountain may be powerless. After all, there is nothing that can withstand death, or the dead. Not even the mountains.

“Absolutely not.”

Gregor lets out a huff, probably expecting your initial refusal. He lifts up the jewels from your neck, inspecting them in the sunlight,

“He’s offering double the last time, and there’s enough space you can come with the littluns, if you wanted to…”

One of your sons topples over the other one, causing both to fall to the ground. You can hear their laughter from across the field.

“Why in Seven Hells would I want to bring the children to a pile of haunted stones?”

His big hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him, the baby in your arms squalls slightly at the movement,

“It’ll toughen them up, seeing a ghost or two. Besides, can’t live without my sweet wife’s cunny, can I?”

The noise that comes from you is halfway between a scoff and a laugh.

“What, you mean showing me off to all of your men, and the ghosts?”

“Aye, and the ghosts.”

You sigh, and lean back, staring up at the bright sky. It seems more and more likely that you will be attending the haunted keep. Gregor usually manages to get his way somehow.

“Fine.” 

Your husband looks mildly surprised that you’ve agreed so quickly.

“Fine, but the moment anything slightly ghostly happens I am taking the boys up to my father’s halls.”

He had forgotten you were from the Riverlands originally, that the keep you grew up in sat upon the Blue Fork. You were right, of course, your father’s castle was no more than a day or two away from Harrenhal, by boat and horse.

“Whatever.” He was never going to give you a proper response. He reaches for more of the sliced gammon, and you smack his hand, nothing more than a tap on your husband’s great stature.

“You should take them up to see your mam when we get there.” Gregor leans down to face his infant son, patting the boy’s head, “hasn’t seen the baby yet, has she?”

“Or she could come down to us, if she wanted.”

“Aye, that too.”

The keep is colder and wetter and darker than any book or song could describe it as. The place feels haunted, even without any of the gossip. Things move themselves in the night, shifting just noticeably, the wind howls through gaps in its ruined stones. There is no warmth or comfort in this cold, black place, even despite the fires lit in nearly every corner. You are shoved, unceremoniously, into one area of the keep. The boys are given toys and books to keep themselves entertained, but they are not much in the mood for playing, too used to the bright days down in the Westerlands. Even the baby, with no responsibilities other than to exist, is unsettled, he refuses to sleep, or play, or laugh. You have only the amount of milk he guzzles down, and the fat tears which roll down his face, to convince you that he is still your son. But the money is already coming through, and already it is more than you have ever seen. So you must find ways to entertain yourself, and your sons.

The town is as depressing as the keep. Harrentown has never been known for much excitement, even the whores look grey-faced, not even pretending to appear young and vibrant like their southern counterparts. 

Ronan is jumping in the lake, trying to scare the little fish that stay by the shallow end. You doubt he will freeze, with how hot his blood runs, a gift from his father’s line.

“Mummy- Mummy, you’re not listening!” Finny sits beside you, flicking through a book on the area’s history. He does not understand most of the words, but he knows enough to make his way through it. 

“Mummy- They pulled the sword out of his face, and they got the dragon out too- But they threw him back!”

You nod, slightly, the story of Aemond One-Eye has been an obsession of both your boys since you gave him that book. Ronan has heard the discussion from the sea line, you know this as he sneaks up to you, with a look upon his face that you can tell means he is going to ask for some wild favour.

“Mummy? Can we go and look for Aemond One-Eye’s bones?”

Your brow furrows, and you stare in mild confusion. They have looked for squirrels and rabbits in traps, and spent days stalking out small birds around their home, but a full, human, skeleton has never much been on their register.

“Ronan, why would you want to look for bones?”

“Sell them.”

You glance from boy to boy. Finny, who you consider your more sensible child, has jumped up, leaving his book at an illustration of Daemon Targaryen striking his nephew from the sky, and you know you have been defeated.

“Aye, alright. But no going in the water, and stay where I can see you.”

Ronan grabs his brother’s hands, pulling him away from you, you watch them start to leave,

“And I get a cut of any money you make, seeing as I’m letting you search.”

“... That’s fair.”

Once again, you are left alone with the baby, on the shores of the Gods Eye. You can see them jump over the hills and dig through the sand, and you are certain at one point you watch Finny put a fistful of sandy dirt into his mouth. You don’t think you will mention that. 

They come back to you, squeaking and screaming, Ronan grasping something you hope is not a human bone, Targaryen or not.

It is covered in dirt and sand, and presented to you like a fine prize by two, beaming boys.

“Erm- It’s certainly… Interesting.”

The bone probably comes from a squirrel, or some other small, furry creature. It is definitely not human, and for that you are semi-thankful. But the boys are convinced. 

You let them take it home, as well as a handful of interesting pebbles. If it will keep them occupied for long enough to stop complaining about the cold, you are willing to indulge it.

The boys keep it by their beds, and you are near certain that they talk to it occasionally. 

But that does not disturb you. What makes you slightly wary of the keep, is that the boys claim it is talking back. Not the bone itself, no, bones cannot speak, of course. They appear in your bedroom at night, complaining of the whispers through the corridors, and they can hardly sleep because of it. They like scary stories, ghost stories, they assure you, but the tales they pick out from these night-time phantoms are beyond what they consider disturbing. Gregor brings them back to bed for you. 

It is late, late enough that you should be abed already, but there is nothing that can convince you to sleep. Your husband is out, for whatever reason, and the boys have been put to bed particularly reluctantly. 

Something feels wrong, perhaps the temperature has dropped again, or a storm is coming. That, or the ghosts have gotten to you.

You sigh, and go back to your sewing, ignoring how concerningly similar the wind sounds to human voice. 

There is someone in the doorway. You cannot tell who, given the dim light, but you see the break in light between their legs, and the definitive shape of a head above it, but they come from nowhere. You think it to be a man, given the build, but you cannot particularly tell. All you see is its shadow, and a sapphire light in place of one eye. It tilts what you think is its head, not daring to venture closer toward you. Instead, it turns back on itself, marching down the hall. It takes barely a minute for your boys to run, screaming, from their bedchamber, you are surprised the babe is not awoken.

“There was a real ghost, Mummy!” 

Finny is beyond words, huddled and shivering to one side of you. It is Revan who takes responsibility for recounting their ghostly experience.

You want to dismiss their fears as something else. A bad dream, the excitement of battles long finished. But, you do not.

“I saw him, loves. I believe it.”

Two children stay huddled to your side long into the night. One who refuses to pick up the book he had so dearly loved nights before, and the other trying desperately to be seen as strong, but who yelps at each click of the floorboard, or scuttle from a creature travelling through the walls. They do not need nor want stories, or song, or toys to entertain themselves with. All they need is their mother.

Gregor comes in close to sunrise. Finny is long asleep, Ronan is uncomfortably awake, you don’t even think that he notices your husband coming in, despite the large shadow he casts. He is filthy, and exhausted, a day of acts you don’t ask nor even think about. Still, he gives you your kiss, and leans down to your older boy,

“Why aren’t they in bed?”

You look up slightly,

“Ghosts.”

He slumps himself into the chair beside you, which you are mildly surprised holds the weight, and groans.

“Ghosts, that’s all I hear about. The men see ghosts, the prisoners see ghosts, the fucking dogs see ghosts. And now my boys see them too.”

“I saw one.”

The noise he makes is somewhere between another tired sigh, and a scoff.

“How do you know it’s not your woman’s business?”

You throw a cushion at him for that, which he catches with ease. You realise quickly he’s semi-serious, he’s never known much about women.

“My monthly does not cause ghost sightings, you absolute fool.”

Eventually, he stands up, cracking his bones as he does,

“Gods, I need a fucking sleep. Come on, I want something warm to hold.”

Gregor picks up Finny, the boy’s limp, sleepy body bouncing like a little fish in his father’s enormous grasp. You watch him pile Ronan on top, fitting both children comfortably into his arms. The man turns around, leans down slightly, and you wrap your arms around his neck, lifted up into the air in an uncomfortable piggyback. If the boys were awake, and suitably not terrified, they would squeal and squeak with delight at this show of strength. 

Your sons are plopped, with an incredible lack of ceremony, into your bed. As you move to tuck them in, Gregor stops you, turning back and thumping down the hall. The scrape of wood makes your brow furrow, until your husband appears again with one of the boy’s beds, carrying the thing as though it weighs nothing. It is out beside the windows on the other end of the room, and your boys are put into the one bed, too exhausted to care, and happy to be in Mummy’s bedroom. The babe is still asleep, neither knowing nor caring about his brothers’ stay in the room. 

Finally, the man gets into bed, and is permitted rest.

“Fucking hells, the things I do for them kids.”

Your hands find his chest, and he kisses your hair. 

“You’re lucky they have your looks. Wouldn’t be dragging in a bed if they were big brutes.”

You give something of a smile, by now too tired to care. But there is no need for words, not now. 

“Did you actually see a ghost or did you just want the littluns in here tonight?”

“Oh, feck off.”

In the morning, you wake to find Ronan and Finny in place of Gregor, as you would most mornings, the bed dragged back to their own room. You dress Finny, and the babe, and bring them down for their breakfast. Nothing is said about the previous night. 

“Mummy?”

“Aye, Ronan?”

The boy looks up from his porridge, rubbing his eyes slightly,

“Can we put the bone back? I thought maybe it was the ghost’s favourite toy and he wants it back. Like when Finny took my favourite knight.”

You are oddly surprised by his little boy logic. It seems such an intelligent observation for such a little child.

“Do you know something, Ronan? That’s an excellent idea. I thought we could leave some offerings around the keep as well, like we do for the gods.”

“So they know we want to be friends?”

You look at him, slightly strangely.

“Of course, Ronan, so they know we want to be friends.”

The trek back down to the Gods Eye is a solemn procedure. The babe is on your back, Finny is trailing behind, and Ronan has wrapped the bone in one of your handkerchiefs, carrying his spade in the other hand. 

He insists on burying it himself. Back into the wet, marshy sand of the shores. When the wind turns just right, you catch glimpses of him speaking to it. An apology, it sounds like. When he is finished, the two of them spend a little while splashing in the water, and throwing rocks at fish, thankfully missing. You are already haunted by human ghosts, the thought of fish ghosts is slightly too much to handle.

Flowers which grow in the fields of Harrenhal are oddly similar to the place itself. Sad, and wet, and mildly depressing. Still, you pick out the best ones, with no help from your sons, who instead tear out patches of wildgrass and push each other down the hills, returning somewhat to their normal, pre-Harrenhal states.

They do help you tie the posies, with blue and yellow ribbons. Finny is particularly excited to attach little stones to each of them, which you find quite an odd thing to be excited about, but you shan’t question it. 

The men look at your boys strangely as they run around the yard, putting little bunches of flowers and unlit candles in door and window frames. Of course, one look from Gregor shuts them up. 

They have never asked to pray before, but they pray that night. Not to gods, but to the ghosts of Harrenhal, asking them to be nice, and not haunt them, and all of the other things which concern little children.

Finny goes to bed with no complaint, tucked up with a song and a story of the Battle of the Trident. It takes his brother slightly longer, needing more convincing. You light him a candle and put it above the fireplace, light scares off the ghosts, you tell him, and he believes it. 

The morning comes with no ghosts, no small children in your bed, and a Mountain stealing your side of the blankets. You sigh, sitting up and kissing his face; he groans in response, wrapping his arms tighter around you. When you finally escape his clutches, you find the babe with a silver rattle, which he is particularly happy about, a sapphire ring beside him. Large, and ornate, and certainly real. 

“Who bought the ring?”

Gregor is still partially asleep, he moans,

“How should I know? The ghosts did.”

Something in you tells you he might be right. 

There are gifts for the boys as well. A book of Targaryen heroes for Finny, with his name already written in the front cover, and a whistle formed from bone for the older one. Gregor gets nothing, but the affection from your boys, as you pretend that he is the one who has found such pretty presents. He, naturally, sucks up the attention. 

When you finally leave Harrenhal, there is a sense of normalcy. The boys say they will miss the place, miss the ghosts. They love the Riverlands now, apparently, and they do not want to leave. 

This ends the moment you get back to Clegane Keep, when they leave their ghostly presents, rush to the kitchens, and return carrying a cat each, which they then insist on racing. Harrenhal becomes a distant memory, which no one speaks of, and a beautiful, sapphire, ring lives in your jewellery box. One day, if Gregor gives you a daughter, you decide you shall give it to her, and hope her brothers do not scare her with stories of a haunted keep, and the ghost they befriended. 

[catbread0]

hai hello hi :3 can i req sebastian x (GN) reader that knew him before everything happened to him, and reunites in the site !! i feel he'd be happy they're alive but also Not happy they're even there in the first place :3c (i like angst hehehe)

Sebastian Solace x Gn! Reader

Ty for the request!I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy reading it!

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fluff, angst, comfort, happy ending, a few curse words, mention of death, SPOLIERS ON SEBITAINS FILES.

All the information I found is from the official Pressure wiki, urbanshade.org!! NOT FANDOM WIKI (MOST STUFF ON THEIR IS NOT CORRECT, PLEASE CHECK THE OFFICIAL WIKI!!) (Note: I made this before the friendly fire update came out)

Sebastian Solace Masterlist

Rekindled Joy

It was 2011, and school had started again in America. You were 18, and you had begun to major in ____ in your college. It was a new chapter in your life. It's been at least 2 months into your school year. It was currently a Friday, and it was after school. You were waiting for your friend so you could hang out and you heard your phone ping a notification from them.

“Sorry I can't hang out today as planned. A family emergency happened. Rn rushing to the hospital.”

Great, now you were just waiting there on the benches, looking like a moron. You were about to walk away when you heard the tune of an electric guitar playing in the distance. Curiosity got the better of you. It's not like you had anything else to do today, so what's the harm?

You walked to where you heard the electric guitar coming from, and soon you found the person who was playing it. You stood at a distance away, but you stayed to keep listening to the guy playing while sitting on a bench. He had black hair and blueish green eyes, he also had a nose scar, and he looked to be around 5 '10".

He soon noticed you and stopped playing. Now awkward tension filled the air, as you two stared at each other.

You broke the tension by speaking first, “Are you in a band? You play well.”

He was stunned by your comment, “Not really, I’m minoring in music. I'm majoring in business, but I don't enjoy it, so I'm planning to change it to engineering”

You both soon start to talk to each other and become friends that day. You found out that he's the same age as you, and the both of you exchanged phone numbers to continue talking to each other. You both continued to talk to each other. Time passed by quickly, and it’s been around 3 months since you both started talking. 

He soon asked you to be in a relationship with him, and you said yes. You’ve both been dating for a year, and you couldn’t be happier for him to be your boyfriend. You both had your first date, kissed, etc. 

You both had your embarrassing moments together, like when you both got caught making out by his parents coming home early. You both got scolded, of course.

He taught you things about his country, Chile, since he is Chilean-American. You both met each other's family. His family was happy for him to be in a relationship. His older sister and little brother found you fun to hang around with. 

He was anxious when he was going to meet your parents for the first time. He was nervous that they would disapprove of him due to him being from Chile. (If you're from one of Chile’s neighboring countries, he would probably try to make an excuse. (If you don't know Chile’s neighbors don't like them that much due to their history with them.))

Thankfully, everything turned out great for both of them. Soon, you both finished what you were majoring in college. 

It is now 2013, you and Sebastian are both 20 years old and live in an apartment since you thought it was time for the next step in the 2-year relationship. 

However, one faithful day would change everything….

You were back home waiting for Sebastian to come home. You then heard a knock on the door. You walk over to the door, thinking it was Sebastian and that he had forgotten his keys again.

But when you opened the door, it was 2 police officers.

One of them asked, “Excuse me ma’am but do you happen to have any connections with a man named Sebastian Solace?”

You were taken back but answered the officer, “Yes, I’m his partner of 2 years. What happened!? Is he hurt? Is he ok!? Is he dead!?”

Negative scenarios started to enter your head. Why else would the officer be here at your door!?

“Calm down, Miss, don’t worry he’s not dead. However, you may want to take a seat before we explain the situation that's about him.”

You were in the living room sitting with the 2 police officers sitting across from you.

“Your boyfriend, Sebastian Solace, is in the police’s custody for the murder of 9 people”

…Your blood ran cold after those words. There was no possible way. You know Sebastian wouldn’t kill people. You’ve never seen him act suspicious recently, or even ever. This must be a cruel prank, right!? He isn’t a murderer!? He wouldn’t lie to you, right?

The police’s voices were tuned out by your ears as you tried to get a grip of yourself. Soon, they leave your apartment after giving you notes for when to go to the station to be questioned. 

As soon as you closed the front door, you felt your legs give up on you as you fell to the ground. You cried for what seemed like hours without an end. Your whole world had collapsed underneath you. What were you supposed to do now without him? You had everything planned with each other. It's now all down the drain.

You went to sleep crying, already missing his warmth. It was now tomorrow morning, and you went to the police station, so the police and detectives could begin questioning you. As you answered every question, truthfully, you were given tissue paper for your tears. The officers could tell you had no part in these murders and pitted you for having a monster for a boyfriend. But you knew Sebastian wasn’t behind these murders. He wasn't a monster. 

Once you finished the questions, they took you to a room with Sebastian cuffed up to the table. You could tell he was furious, most likely from the detectives trying to make him ‘confess’ to the murders. But once he saw you across from him, his face changed completely to regretful. He was explaining to you what happened and that he didn't do the murders. You told him that you believed him. You both talked briefly before an officer said the detectives wanted to keep questioning him. 

You gave Sebastian one last kiss before you left the room.

After a few days, he was taken to court for his sentence, cameras everywhere in the court, and everyone was watching the TV to see what ‘justice’ would be taken for these 9 victims that the ‘mass killer’ did. You went to the court, and you tried to convince the judge that Sebastian was innocent. However, it all fell on deaf ears, and in the end, he was sentenced to be executed. You heard everyone's cheer as the ‘mass killer’ was taken away by the police. You had tried to run towards him, but the police held you back, as you yelled and cried out to Sebastian. All Sebastian could do was look back at you before the doors closed behind him. 

After that day, you were harrassed by news stations almost everywhere you went.

“Did you know that Sebastian Solace was murdering people behind your back?”

“How come you didn’t suspect him of anything?”

“Are you happy that justice was severed?”

“How does it feel being with a cold-blooded murderer like him?”

Question after question, you were still processing about him being sentenced to execution. You couldn’t even visit him, due to him being in ██████ High-Security Prison. 

After some months, a police officer was at your door. He told you that Sebastian Solace’s execution had taken place, that he is now pronounced dead, and that you can collect his ashes that are in a sealed urn, along with his death certificate. You immediately went to the police station and collected the urn with his ashes and his death certificate.

You came back home with the urn and immediately felt like someone stabbed you in the heart as you placed down the urn. You still didn’t want to accept that he was gone from the world. 

You spent days on end crying your heart out. Every newspaper and news channel was saying how ‘justice’ was brought to the world. You kept voicing that he was innocent and that you knew that he wasn’t responsible for the 9 murders. However, everyone believed that it was the first stage of grief, denial, that you are experiencing. 

You planned his funeral, you, his parents, his older sister and little brother, your parents, and a few more of his family members who believe he was innocent, attended. After his funeral, you visited him every once a week, with fresh flowers every time, and sometimes brought tobacco, not for you, but to leave at his gravestone since he smoked it when he was alive.

After 2 years, it is now late 2015, and you are 22 years old. You turned on the news channel since you just got off work.

“Shocking turn of events today, it's been found that Sebastian Solace, the ‘murderer’ of 9 victims that took place 2 years ago. Was not the actual killer and was falsely charged. The killer is now in the police’s custody, and his court date is in 1 month.” 

…You felt the feeling of adrenaline fill your body. You were correct, Sebastian, your boyfriend, was not the murderer. Yet no one heard your words. Because you were his partner and ‘that's what almost any partner of a killer would do’.

You decided to take justice into your own hands for your dead boyfriend. You knew that the sentence for the killer would most likely not be executed, like Sebastian, because it is considered too ‘inhumane’ now.

You waited patiently for the court day to arrive, and once it was the day, you grabbed a long coat and hid a revolver in the pocket. Thankfully, it was the middle of winter, meaning you wouldn't be looking out of place with your coat. 

You sat in the front row, close to where the real killer would be standing to defend his case. It felt as if you went back to the time you cried out to Sebastian in court. Cameras were everywhere in the court. Everyone was watching the TV to see the so-called ‘justice’ for the real killer, again. 

Once the killer came out and stood where he was supposed to, you immediately took out the revolver and shot 6 times, 4 of them hitting the killer, and he died on the scene.

You were immediately cuffed up and put in jail. But, you didn’t care. Justice was finally served in your eyes. 

A life for a life. 

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison due to 1st-degree murder, having a firearm in court, putting multiple people in danger, and traumatizing possible children who could have been watching in person or not.

You were put in  ██████ High-Security Prison, the same prison your boyfriend was serving in until his execution. 

It is now 2025, and you are still an inmate of  ██████ High-Security Prison. You have served 10 years of your 40-year sentence. You are now 32 years old. It has been 12 years since you last saw Sebastian in his court case.

Today, 3 men from the Urbanshade corporation, escorted by heavily armed guards, arrived at the prison.

They were searching for draftees to help them retrieve a crystal of sorts, a highly important asset that they weren’t able to secure during a major security breach in one of their facilities. They stated that the risk of death was very high, but whoever could retrieve the asset and return it to them, would be pardoned, released with a cleared record, and receive a huge amount of cash. 

You saw that many inmates had signed up. You didn’t sign up. You didn't trust these strange men that came out of the blue.

Multiple days went by, and inmates were still signing up. You were surprised that no one was able to retrieve the crystal that they were talking about. You soon caved in and signed up. 

If you were able to get the crystal and get out of this prison, you would be able to see your boyfriend's gravestone again. 

It took a while to arrive due to the place being in the Norwegian Sea, and soon, everyone was gathered up. You were all given a jumpsuit and a Prisoner Diving Gear, also called PDG. 

Everyone was told that the PDG is a diving backpack outfitted with a remotely detonated modified shotgun shell that works underwater and is pointed directly at the inmate user's neck. They would only give the inmate user 2 chances, and if they messed them up, then the HQ or stationed guards would flip the switch, and the shotgun would go off. They showed the list of the reasons why they would flip the switch to kill you.

You were all also told that a monster called Z-13, and that he is incredibly dangerous, that he is to be killed on sight, and they described what he looks like. 

After everything was explained, everyone went their way. Some went solo, some went in duos, some in groups of 4 or bigger. You decided to go by yourself, not wanting anyone to mess you up.

After some time, you arrive at Hadal Blacksite, exiting the submarine, and hear HQ through the intercom. He gave a brief rundown about the keycards, monsters, closets, and warnings of this monster called Z-13 again.

You soon begin your journey to find the crystal. While you were passing through the rooms, you noticed that there was no blood or anything. It's already been a few days since inmates signed up with no success in getting the crystal. If they died before getting the crystal, then where are their bodies? Why did they leave behind data when they are supposed to collect as much as they can? That's what HQ said to do. Doors need keycards as if no one entered or used them, somehow. 

You stopped asking questions once you saw the lights flicker, and you quickly hid in a metal closet. You continued this pattern of hiding, collecting data, closely hearing for anything coming out of nowhere, looking away from a monster that had so many eyes, etc. You soon found a flash beacon. You had no battery for your flashlight that was dead, and you were only on door 41. 

Soon, you reached door 54 and entered. It was dark, empty, and quiet. That's when you saw a vent plate fly across the floor to the other side of the room. 

You were frightened by the sudden movement, and that's when you heard a voice coming through the vent.

“Got something for ya, come here.”

You didn’t want to enter in case it was a monster trying to kill you, but when you tried to go to the next room, you realized the door needed a keycard.

“Don’t even wanna say hi? Rude.”

You sigh in defeat and crawl through the vent. Once you get to the other side, it is pitch black. Until all of sudden, a light lit up the small room, You looked up and started to panic. WHY IS THAT MONSTER SO TALL!? WAIT, IS THAT ‘Z-13’!?

“Welcome, welcome! Don’t be-” 

The monster stopped what he was saying once he took a good look and realized it was you….

You were freaking out on the inside because he stopped talking. Thinking he would attack you, you immediately took out your flash beacon and used it directly at him.

“UGHH SHIT! WAIT (Y/N) IT'S ME!!”

You were confused now. You didn't know him? “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen you in my life!?”

Sebastian was hurt that you would say that, did the mutation make him that unrecognizable?

“Hun it's me, Sebastian. Do you not recognize me?”

There’s no way you're Sebastian. He's gone. “Nice trick, my lover is dead, he was executed.”

Ah, right, he was declared ‘dead’ to the public “I have proof, read the document on my desk, free of charge for you”

You still held the flash beacon in your hands as you moved to the table, where the document was. You opened it and started reading what it contained. 

You saw that he was telling the truth… It is Sebastian. 

You dropped your flash beacon and just jumped on him and hugged him as tight as you could, and he hugged you back. It felt that if you were to let go, you would lose each other again.

“As happy as I am to see you again, Love, only inmates are sent here. Why are you an inmate? Why even sign your life away to come down here?”

You answered his questions, “Well in 2015, when they found the real killer, I knew they wouldn't bring him to ‘justice’. So I did it myself, I killed him while in his court case. I was sentenced to 40 years in prison after that. Now, for me, coming down here. I didn’t sign up at first, I thought it was simple to get the crystal, and they were over-exaggerating the death risk. But after a few days, I realized no one had gotten it and with nothing else to do in prison. I signed myself up, if I were to die then I would be able to see you again, and if I got out alive, then I would continue visiting your grave with fresh flowers, just as I did every week before I was put in jail.”

Sebastian had a warm and fuzzy feeling that he hadn’t felt in years. However, that was short-lived. Because of the PDG, you would be killed if you didn't get going soon, but neither of you wanted to leave each other again. 

“I’ll try to make a deal with HQ. It’s a high risk since, with a flick of a switch I’ll be killed. But at least I know you're still alive.”

Before he could say anything to stop you from possibly risking yourself, he felt your lips on his. God, how he missed kissing you, but it was short-lived again.

You then crawled back through the vent and ran back to a room that had a camera. You knew HQ always watched the inmates through the few cameras that currently worked.

“HQ, I want to stay down here, I will send back the PDG. This means you will save the shotgun shell, and you will save a few bucks. I can stay here and help other inmates try to have a higher chance of getting the crystal.”

You hoped that they heard you and that they wouldn't flip the switch.

“Inmate number ##, (Y/n)(L/n), We accept your offer. Please return to where you first entered. We will press the button to make the PDG remotely detach from you. Once you reach the room, and the PDG is detached, place the PDG on a table.”

Once they stopped talking on the intercom, you ran as fast as you could to where the submarine had first left you.

Just as promised, the PDG was detached from you, and you left it on a nearby table. Once that was over with, you ran back to Sebastian’s shop.

He felt relieved after he saw you again. 

You jumped into his arms, and you both kissed each other. Your love for each other is rekindled and is now brighter than ever before. The both of you would never leave each other again.

Small bonus!

You pull away from the kiss and start wiping your mouth, “Sebastian, do you only eat fish? Also, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?”

Sebastian had a bit of an annoyed face because of your comment, but he smirked as he hugged you tighter, “Get used to it hun, because you're staying down here with me until the end, and there’s only fish down here.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “Now I'm wondering, who the fuck did I give a funeral and flowers to?”

~Lilly's

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House Of Self-Undoing

Lucanis x F! Rook

(part 2 of Please Be Rude)

18+ early story spoliers, relationships forming, discussions of death and loss of family, antisocial behavior, depersonalization, suppression of grief, misunderstanding, sex as a favor, dry humping, praise kink, handjob (m!), oral (m!), deepthroat, porn w/ plot

After they came to an agreement to be bound to one another, Lucanis invites his deadly charge out for coffee...

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"Hungry?"

Rassou looked up from her arm, wiping ink away. Eyeing the apple slice he offered out.

"Can't right now. Sterile environment." Her eyes returned to the dark wind of her tattoo.

He nearly rolled his eyes. They had been hit by battle after battle all day. And the way she fought, she had to be hungry...

That first fight, he had shouted to stay behind him, rushing forward. The whip of her hair flew past before he had even finished his command. Sprinting. She was sprinting.

She fought like one runs from a burning house. Lightning released from her in frantic bursts, blade a whirlwind. Running in a chaotic rhythm, a broken beat that wrenched her forward. It was no wonder Varric saught her out; between the damage she wrought on droves of their foes and the terrifying presence she carried, she made an excellent body guard.

"Your arm is bleeding." He sighed, watching the bandage on her bicep leak.

She gave it a glance and wiped the blood trail away with the ink. Focus barely broken.

Spite, naturally, had reached her before he had and was wrapped around the curve of her back. Staring at Lucanis with a possessive glare and a sharp smile. Rassou gave him small whispers, and the demon would rub his face into her like a needy housecat, eyes never leaving Lucanis.

"Mage berserker..." He shook his head, ignoring him. "I've never heard of one like you before."

"They don't live long."

"No, they wouldn't." He chuckled. "Mages are sponges for damage. You're no different."

"I'm quicker. I'm alive." She stated simply. "Fast and mean keeps you standing."

"The way you fight..." He couldn't keep the reverence from his voice. Not sure if he wanted to. "I can't predict you. It's incredible."

She leaned back, flexing her hand. Forearm tight under the shifting of muscle. Spite gave a grimace to the adjustment but didn't release.

"Did the Mortalisi train you to move like that?"

A sharp laugh left her.

"Can you train a thunderstorm?"

He fell quiet, shame in his belly.

"I didn't mean to-"

"I'm not insulted. If you upset me, I'll tell you." She stated, smoothing her arm in ointment.

"Thank you." He sighed, relief lifted the stone in his belly.

"Direct is the only way I know."

She paused her movements, head bowing slightly. Her jaw clenched, then released.

"I have been meaning to thank you." She hushed.

"For?" His eyes lifted in confusion.

"The peace of mind." She leaned her hands on the fold of her legs. "Knowing there's someone who can put me down. You might be the only one that could do it. It's..."

She sighed, softly shaking her head. "There are so few like me because they weren't fast enough, but also because they didn't have a tether."

"Tether?"

"I guess noose is a better analogy." She laughed under her breath. "I like tether more. You're my kill switch, and that... that takes a huge weight off my shoulders."

A strange poisoned pride filled his chest. Woven with emotions he wasn't going to stare too close at.

"I hadn't realized it was that dire."

An incantation uttered under her breath, palm hovered over the fresh ink. The tattoo thrummed to life, some binding settled into skin.

She shook her head.

"None of you know me."

Spite smiled wide.

"But understand me." Her eyes held on his. "I do not fear death. Do not falter. Let your blade be swift."

Wrapping her forearm in gauze with practiced movements, her eyes fell from him again.

"You're very intense. And you need to eat. How can I kill you if you starve to death?"

The side of her mouth lifted in a smile. She leaned toward him and held her mouth open, hands still busy.

He placed the apple gently into her mouth. The warm of her breath stained his fingers.

She chewed, clearly thinking nothing of this exchange while his heart fluttered. He pushed through the foolish adolescent sensation.

"Illario has a lead. He wants to meet at a café tonight."

"Give him my regards." She stood, rolling her wrist. Flexing the stiff from her fingers. Spite whined and followed.

It was remarkable. She not only kept his demon busy but tamed him slightly. The discharge of lightning into him left the hateful spirit a little more hazy. Still set on torment, but quieter in her presence.

"I was offering for you to come with." He smiled, standing to pause her stride away.

"Why?" She stared lost at him.

Why?

A multitude of reasons rose to the forefront.

"Why not?"

Her arms folded.

"General social perception, for one. These eyes don't make friends."

He laughed.

"You think my demonic aura endears people to me?"

Spite giggled gleefully.

'Aw, little Lucanis. So lonely...'

"Fair enough." She mused.

"I rather like your eyes, actually. They're very striking."

She tilted her head at him.

"You know I'm tied to you, not the other way around."

"I want you to come with."

She was quiet for a moment, peering at him.

'Careful little Lucanis, you might get attached.' Spite wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling at him from behind her shoulder.

She pressed a hand to her waist, feeling him there. Her eyes softened on Lucanis after a moment.

"When do we leave?"

-

Rassou's black rimmed eyes followed the tall spires on the horizon, the calm lapping of distant water. The quiet bustle of the night market soothed like cricket song. Rugs softened footsteps, and low lanterns hung as warm beacons.

Her hand rose to her chest. Taking in the unexpected serenity within the sea air.

"You alright?" He paused his comfortable stride.

"I'm fine." She hardened herself again, taking up his momentum. "So... we're grocery shopping?"

"Just a few things." He smiled ruefully. "It's a miracle all of you haven't starved yet."

He popped into stalls, speaking low to the vendors in familiarity as he shopped. They warily eyed her over his shoulder, a natural reaction.

She stood back from these exchanges. If anything, she understood her place. Better as a threat than a person. She barely registered herself as a person regardless.

He kept introducing her to the vendors, glancing over his shoulder, trying to coaxe her forward. She stared back blankly, giving an affirmative nod to his associates.

After the second stop, he counted his haul. All items to fill the needs of their companions, a sweet endeavor. Muttering to himself.

"Fruit... What did Neve need again...?"

"Peaches."

He looked up.

"Her favorite fruit are peaches. They pair well with fried fish." She offered.

He smiled brilliantly at her. Her chest clenched.

"And what does your favorite fruit pair well with?"

"I see the fruit stall." She strode forward beyond him. His gaze tingled on her neck. "We should pick something up for Bellara too."

"Any suggestions?" He took up her stride with a smile in his voice.

"Kiwi." She offered after thinking for a moment.

The vendor seemed especially spooked by her, so she melted into shadow while he caught up with them. Pulling her hood over her head, she wove through the crowd. The people passing held their eyes down and shuffled quicker.

The clank of metal and smell of heat brought her up to a small smithy stall. Those in the line of work tended to be less skittish around her.

"Daggers?" The vendor eyed her appreciatively, the rough of his hands and grit of his voice reassuring her.

She gave an affirmative grunt, and he brought out a few options. Her eyes caught on a wyvern tooth blade.

She tested the weight, balancing it on her palm.

"Hard earned, that one." The vendor chuckled, settled back on his stool, wiping oil into steel. "Hard to take them down, harder to get their teeth from their great thick skulls."

Rassou smiled, flipping it in her fingers. The fluidity speaking for the craft, an extension of her will.

She slid half the coin across the table.

"You got any weapons that need some more bite?" An arc of electricity left her wrist.

"Hey, there you are!" Lucanis met her as she descended the stairs. "Sneaking off so easy, you should've been a Crow." He praised.

"You got your goods?" She eyed his full bag.

"Just about." He hitched his head toward the water. "I'd like to pick up something for Illario, but I'd never hear the end of it."

She slipped his gift into the bag behind his shoulder and took up shadow behind him again. "He seems willful."

"That's one way to put it." He sighed. "He's as stubborn as a mule, and as charming as a viper."

The accusing affection in his voice was foreign to her. Speaking of family was something that only ached hollow inside her.

"He'll like you, though." He offered as if to affirm her. "You're interesting. 'Nothing worse than being a bore'... the trouble that mindset has got us in." He let out a deep breath.

"The café is just ahead." He nodded at a far building as they entered a large garden.

A cat perked its head up from a curl on a rug in their stead. Blinking slow at her.

She kneeled down and offered her fingers to its tiny nose. It purred after a few hearty sniffs and pushed its little apple head into her palm.

"Hello, little one." She hushed in Navarran as her fingers worked into the fur behind its ears. The purring picked up speed.

"You like cats." He remarked softly.

"Cats like me." She clarified. "I think it's the eyes."

"I can never tell if you're joking."

"Good. Keep guessing." She stood, giving him a mock glare over her shoulder.

He smiled with narrowed eyes. "Don't challenge me, travieso."

"Why?" She stalked closer, a sharp smile split her face. Taking the crest of his chin under her fingers. "Are you a viper, too?"

His breath stilled.

"Your cousin is waiting." She tapped his cheek twice, walking past him.

She leaned against the balcony as they entered, taking in the full horizon. Breath quieted in its beauty. The stretch of dark sea moon ribboned, spires rose to the heavens, sailboats lazily drifting through. Spellbound despite herself.

"You're so lucky." Her voice caught.

"Hm?" He glanced at her as he came to the banister.

She swallowed the wonder in her tone. "Your home is beautiful."

"It is." He smiled, leaning his hip against the railing. "I'd like to see yours someday."

Her hand tightened on the railing, white in her knuckles. Memory stabbed into her side.

"I'm not from Nevarra originally. Necropilis isn't my home."

Not anymore.

He got quiet, seeing the tight in her.

"But I can show you around." She relented, releasing her grip. Stretching out the ache in her fingers. "How do you feel about dark dank crypts?"

He smiled gently. "I've always preferred the dark."

He led her to the table. His cousin eyed her from a lean on his chair, a cocky smile a feature of his face.

"You haven't properly introduced us." Illario purred, looking her up and down. "Now where did he find you?" He mused.

She leaned her palms on the table, bringing her gaze down level to his. Widening her eyes to their full capacity in a stare under her brow.

His breath paused. She smiled, her favorite trick as effective as always. Sitting down with her own lean.

"At the bottom of the ocean." Lucanis preened, giving their exchange room to breathe in petty triumph.

Their banter picked up and held the bite that spoke of people who had known each other far too long. Throwing volleys back and forth in practiced blows.

Rassou listened, watching their exchange in silence. Content to stay outside of their warmth.

Their conversation came to a disagreement, which seemed to be a natural trajectory for them.

"Your lead is no good."

"You have better information?" Illario challenged.

"We're compromised. There's no other way Zara could even touch Caterina."

Their argument came to a quiet head, frustration simmering under hushed words. Lucanis insisted they focus inwards, Illario determined to push out.

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll clean house, alright?" Illario huffed, rising from the table. "Leave this to me."

He strode away with tight shoulders. Rassou stood on instinct and watched him go, carving his way through the crowd until he disappeared.

"He's gone." She affirmed, crossing her arms.

"Of course he is." Lucanis sighed, tapping the table, indicating her to sit again. "Illario always caves under pressure."

She folded her ankle over her thigh as she sat, curious to why they were staying.

"What do you want to drink?" He proposed. "They make excellent coffee here."

"Bitter. Hazelnut."

He smiled wide, calling over a waiter with the curl of his raised fingers. Speaking in the language of cuisine as he gave their order.

"Your cousin has very selective hearing." She gave a tight nod to the retreating waiter's wary glance.

"Is that the diplomatic way of saying he's thick-skulled?" Lucanis' eyes twinkled in jest.

"I could be meaner, if you'd prefer." She offered.

"He's always been this way." He shook his head, tossing his eyes in a good-natured roll. "As prickly to anyone challenging him as he is sure of himself. No matter their intentions."

"But enough about my precarious familial ties." He waved his hand affably. "Do you have any siblings? Or the equivalent of them?"

Her hand tightened under the table, and the ache bit at her again.

"Sorry." He sighed, seeing her discomfort. "Family can be a wound."

"It's alright." She hushed. "I'm..."

Stop talking.

"I was orphaned. I was born with a family. Was with them long enough for them to name me."

"I thought your name sounded elvhen." He offered softly.

"They left a note. On my wrist. That's how the necromancer who found me knew."

"Did it say why...?"

Its mother named it Rassou. As soon as it opened its eyes we knew we could not abide such a curse. If you find it before the cold does, know that it will bring a storm down upon you. - First to the Keeper of Clan Lavellan

"No."

The waiter brought their drinks, setting them down and hurrying away.

"I always thought I..."

Stop. Talking.

"I was going to go back. Get answers. Prove myself."

Tears spiked the corner of her eyes. Clouds formed above them, threatening and heavy.

She took deep breaths from her diaphragm.

"They're gone. Ten years now." She took her cup, eyes on the table. "A Duke hired mercenaries to wipe them out. Thought they would bring plague to the human encampments."

The undoing of everything. You can never go back.

"I'm so sorry." He hushed.

She waved her hand dismissively, smoothing the lump in her throat.

"It was a long time ago. Don't dwell on it. I did have companions in Necropilis, Audric and Myrna. Audric taught me how to discharge my storm." She smiled softly. "He always enjoyed the sensation, said it was invigorating."

"Audric is a demon?"

"Spirit, he died during a funeral. Curiosity drives him. We spent a lot of time together in the library."

"I'd like to meet them both." He swirled his cup under his nose, smiling serenely. Taking a reverent sip, a satisfied breath exhaled from deep in his belly. "Bitter and sweet. Like a kiss goodbye."

She drank from her own cup, the rich of the bitter cut through with light hazelnut brought her eyes up into her skull.

"Fuck, that's good... a kiss goodbye." She agreed. "I excel at those."

"Do you?" He laughed.

"Usually a first kiss is the last. What about you, what would a first kiss be?"

"Honey and lavender cream." He mused. "Sweet, intriguing..."

"Really?" She smiled, leaning back in her seat. Cup held over her sternum. "You didn't strike me as a romantic."

"What did I strike you as?" He leaned forward, resting a forearm on the table.

She settled into her own thoughts, closing her eyes. His gaze stayed steady on her.

"Sharp. Heavy with something. Tired around the eyes. Intelligent. Knows a threat when its standing in front of him." Her eyes opened, meeting his stare. "You struck me as a survivor."

He swallowed, eyes fallen to the table.

She maintained his quiet, letting him gather his thoughts as she drank from her cup.

"Should I be sorry for how I reacted?" He finally looked up at her again.

"No. You were right. Don't doubt that." The memory of his blade against her throat was barely noteworthy. "You did the right thing."

His hand tightened on his cup, eyes flitting along the table. "I..."

"Are you ready to go back?" She glanced up at the position of the moon in the sky.

He took a steadying breath out, shaking his head slightly. Bringing his cup to his lips slowly.

"Not yet."

-

Rassou's hands threaded over her belly, staring up at the water rippled ceiling. Strange in her designated quarters. But...

She could afford to settle into the divot cut out for her now. Now that she knew she wasn't going to kill them. Slowly unfurling herself, working out her dynamic that suited each of their personalities. Sweet and encouraging with Harding, inquisitive and funny with Bellara, driven and snarky with Neve. And with him...

Her hands tightened over her belly.

She wore no pretense around him. Coming to him as cold and haunting as she had been born. No role to play.

She sat up. Tying the long tempest of her hair back with fast hands. Pulling a robe around her as she descended down the stairs, grabbing chewing peppermint from her bedside.

The walk across the courtyard was invigorating in its cold. Heat low in her belly, mint in her mouth, chill on her cheeks.

She would give him something in return. An exchange she had fulfilled many times.

Men wanted her like a hand itches for the mouth of a wolf. Danger was a powerful aphrodisiac. And if handled with the fleeting it commanded, could be incredibly satisfying.

He was smart enough to see her for what she was since day one. Lust burned in her belly. Yes, this could be very satisfying.

She edged into the pantry, closing the door softly behind her. He looked up from his book, rising onto an elbow.

"Rook?" The way her title rolled over his tongue sent shivers up her back. "You forgot your dagger in my bag."

"That was a gift." She spoke softly as she drew forward.

His face filled with surprise. "Oh...!"

He made to sit up. She put her hand on his chest.

"Would you like another?"

His gaze held on her hand, then rose to her eyes. Wide with dawning understanding.

"Rassou..." He swallowed, pupils blown wide.

"Say no, and I'll leave." She promised in a whisper. Sliding on knees over him, straddled high over his waist.

His heart pounded under her palm, trying to escape his chest to reach her. She waited, watching his body heave with want under hers.

He finally nodded, looking up at her with eyes dark with need.

She smiled, and dropped her robe behind her.

His breath took at the full of her, only clad in underclothes and long socks. She descended down to him, kissing rough into his throat.

He groaned from his chest, his hands traveling the dip of her back frantically. Grinding his hips up into her center.

She smiled wickedly into his throat. Glad she was right about him. A man with animal hunger simmering beneath the surface.

She pressed her thigh between his legs, and he took up the mount with huffed breath. Grinding the growing hard of him deep into the muscle. Breathing through gasps as she rose to his ear. Sliding her tongue flat up the curve, she panted wanton into the well.

He moaned a curse as she nibbled and sucked at the lobe. His cock throbbing hard against her thigh. Hands digging into the fat of her ass to pull her in a rhythm against him.

She followed his speed, driving her hips in thrusts against him. His hands fell away, twitching at his sides. Neck craned up, moaning with abandon, eyes risen into skull. Fully lost to the drive inside him.

"Good boy." She purred. He jolted against her at her praise. "Let me give to you."

She snaked her hand between them and undid his trousers. His cock greeted her hard as stone and leaking. She wrapped her palm around the pillar.

He groaned hard, chest twisting under her. Her mouth descended back to his throat as the fingers on her opposite hand pushed under his shirt. Finding his nipple standing at attention already, dragging the pads of her fingers across the needy bundle as her hand around his cock gathered the wet and rocked in a tight stroke.

His body writhed beneath her as she worked him with both hands and the bite of her mouth. His cut moans helpless to her, hips fucking up into her fist. Licking at his throat, tweaking his nipple, bringing him closer to the edge. Her own arousal soaked between her legs.

His hand gripped into her bicep with sudden urgency, breath caught in his throat. A tell she had seen before.

She descended quickly down his body, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Sliding all the way back into her throat.

His hands scrambled along the cot, hips bucking. Head craned all the way back.

She only gave two full bobs of her head and he was gone. Biting into his forearm above her to muffle his cry, hips stuttering as he filled her throat. Cock jolting deeper into the tight muscle as she swallowed around him. Body twisting in release, his knees rose around her shoulders, squeezing her.

He fell back boneless and panting to the heavens, eyes lost under fluttered lids.

She rose back onto knees, wiping her mouth. Pulling her robe back onto her shoulders, tying it at the waist. Tucking him back into his trousers with sure hands.

"This doesn't mean anything." She assured with a clear voice. "Nothing has changed."

She stood, drawing away from him. "Get some rest. We have a lead to follow in the morning."

A hand snapped down on her wrist as she strode away.

Her eyes fell on his hand sharply.

Breath still lost, his eyes were heavy with intensity.

She leveled the full threat of her gaze into him.

He released her wrist.

Turning from him, her back bristled with unneeded coil and a tight jaw. It had been a long time since a human had been foolish enough to lay a hand on her.

She silently slipped back out of the door.

~

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It's Alright

Era: Early Season 6

Summary: You have been with the group since Woodbury, surviving alongside Rick and his family up to when they found Alexandria. Now that they have "jobs," it's made tensions rise... until one night.

TW: SPOLIERS!!!, MDNI, 16+, age gap (early 40s-early 30s), mentions of trauma, death, dirty thoughts, pet names, praise, semi-public, maturbation, voyeurism.

You've been through a lot. Surviving the apocalypse with a toxic, manipulative, controlling man (the governor) didn't end well once he found Andrea and lost interest. As so once the attack on Woodbury started, flight really kicked in and you ran into Daryl, seeing him get toyed with like that; with a screaming mind and a weak stomach, you ran to help, dragging him out of the way of bullets. One of the people saw you drag him and yelled out with a furious, southern draw, "Hands in the air, NOW!"

Daryl quickly jumped in and started talking to him, the man and his expression softened slightly as he looked back at your wide-eyed stare before ordering the two of you to follow him.

Skip forward long, gruesome years later after joining their group, they arrived at the holy grail of the apocalypse: Alexandria. Many of the people unknowing of the horrors and willing to let people in. Houses down streets, electricity and plumbing, the closest thing to normal since the walking dead. The leader, Deanna, has you taking stock, farming, and a close friend of hers, and it's exhausting. All the while, Rick's back in a uniform... it couldn't get any better. Then Deanna decided to host a party, hoping to see everyone. There was a dress, however, a lavender color with velvet patches in the shape of roses. It barely went down mid-thigh. Something you haven't seen in years. It couldn't hurt for one night, right?

Your scavenged heels echoed against the hardwood as you walked throughvthe door, expired mascara on your lashes and a pink gloss on your lips, looking and feeling a bit out of place. Your past confidence slowly dwindled as you made your way through the crowd, that is until Deanna walked up with a large smile. "Y/N, good to see you made it. I hope you're getting to know everyone just fine." Nobody's even tried getting to know me, you thought, but put a kind smile on nonetheless. "It's almost like a dream being here. Thank you, Deanna."

The conversation is brief as Deanna wanders off, and you can sense a pair of eyes, looking around to see the man himself- Rick Grimes. His piercing blue eyes trained on you, a fresh shaven face, you noted, and a button-up with a few buttons open, revealing some of his curly chest hair. You audibly gulped. It was probably written all over your face, because he smirked and shook his head, sipping his beer. It was... nice seeing him like this, not scared of being eaten alive every minute of the day. But as soon as you seen him, he was walking outside, a last glance at you before shutting the door- an invitation?

You don't know of you're imagining things or if the juice is spiked, but you feel your heart fluttering and your stomach, face, and ears warm. What else is there to do?

Heading outside, you forgot how chilly it really was. Rick was leaning against the balcony, beer in hand as he looked out. His head turned at the click of the door, his steely yet warm eyes wandering- you hope he can't hear your heart racing. "It's strange, ain't it?" His voice is raspy, low, his southern draw evident when he drinks. You smile sheepishly and nod, standing beside him as the crickets chimed. "Which part? The normalcy or the ignorance?" Rick chuckled, the crows feet neer his eyes visible when he smiles. "Lil' bit of both." His gaze falls on yours, the wide eyes that have been diving him crazy for years on him. "... Interestin' dress, sweetheart." Your heart skipped a beat, but your smile grew and so did the heat on your cheeks. "I hoped you'd might like it."

It was his turn to be suprised, a sly grin creeping onto his features. "Just for me?" He asked, a little hesitant to believe it. Leaning into his side, your voice just above a whisper, "Just for you." Suddenly the door opened and you jumped away from him, giggling softly as it was Maggie and Glenn leaving, smiling to each other knowingly as waving the two off. The both of you looked and each other the same time and you giggled, a sound that made him start chuckling too.

"... Let me know if you need me, Rick," you spoke softly, batting your lashes with a smile. Before Rick could really say otherwise, you already started to walk off, heading back to your house for the night, his eyes watching every step.

As soon as you got home, you were kicking off your shoes and heading to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed all giddy like a high-school girl. Rick Grimes looked like he wanted to eat you whole, and you would let him. Your hand drifted down to your core, already a damp spot from your conversation earlier, a soft sigh leaving your lips. It felt wrong, but it only made the sensations sweeter, the tip of your middle and ring fingers teasing your sex with a gasp falling from your lips- you're too caught up in the euphoria you don't hear the front door closing.

He couldn't help but come back, not after what you had said to him; he needed you right now. But as Rick let himself in, there was silence- other than what sounded like a person talking upstairs. After taking a closer look by heading up the stairs... he heard his name. His breath hitched, peeking through the cracked door at the sight before him...

should I make a part 2? depends if this is a flop or not :]

[emioliravioli]

JUST GOT BACK FROM WATCHING SONIC 3! WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS???

I LOVED IT AHSISUTGSKSF

spoliers!!

ok good things first

the amOUNT OF REFRENCES?? i can't remember them all, but the sign spinning, the holograms tapping their feet, LOW BUDGET FLIGHT?? i remember being blown away by how many refrences they were able to put in like, the first five minutes

gun!! a lot more like a laser gun than one that shoots bullets, but cool nonetheless!

THE MUSIC??? THEY GOT BRAVE WITH THE MUSIC, FINALLY!! live and learn my beloved... also i missed when they played escape the city?? somehow?? i saw it in the credits and was like "no.... how could i fail like this...."

(also there was a scene where the "doom and gloom/bad things are gonna happen" music sounded like a zelda song)

THE MARIA FLASHBACK SCENES?? no... they were so happy......

THE SUPERS FIGHTING!!! love that they showed them zipping around all over the planet to beat each other up

oh my god shadow and robotnik's sacrifice... the livestream so stone oh my god

METAL!! AMY!!!!!!! oh my god ohj my god ausgjdoajf!!!!!! my girl looks SO GOOD. her cloak?? her bangs?? HER HAMMER??? shes so cool shes cool so cool

and now for the less positive...

did... did they ever explain why maria was in the government bunker?? and why the fuck was she allowed to become besties with the ALIEN WHO EVERYONE IS TERRIFIED AND DISGUSTED OF???? they never said that she was sick or anything! and if she isn't ill in this universe, why the fuck was she even in there????????? that place was NOT safe for a young child.

there was also not enough room in this movie for anything. the ONE scene that had gerald and maria was when she died. (more on her death later). him saying "my family died with her" made no sense, because we never saw them as family.

how did gerald get out?? like? he was kept for 50 years, old the heck did this 110 year old (also makes no sense that he's still alive, unless gun tried their best to keep him alive. which also makes no sense because it would be more convenient for him to be dead??) break out??

why were tom and maddie just... so okay with letting their children get dropped in japan to beat up an INCREDIBLY STRONG alien??? i feel like they should have asked more questions...

its... its a 12 hour flight from america to japan... they were in a heli, so it was probably short but... you're telling me shadow was loose for HOURS and he just... stayed in the same place??? man can skate on water, he definitely would have left before then.

the "haha, its almost like we're being played by the same actor in a movie! *turns towards camera*" was awful. funny haha, but... ew. unnecessary 4th wall breaking, i think.

THEY NEVER EXPLAINED SHADOW'S POWERS. CHAOS CONTROL? CHAOS SPEARS? NAH, THEY'LL KNOW WHATS HAPPENING. all my friends were so confused when shadow suddenly had rings off arrows around them. how was the fanmade short better at explaining than this??

maria had very little personality. again. shes just the fun loving girl who was besties with shadow. does she like science?? what are her dreams, her likes and dislikes??? AND WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE IN THE BUNKER. please... all it took was having her say something about it. like, in the scene on the roof of the bunker, "you can be whatever you want shadow! once i get better, we'll get out of this place, and into the outside world."

ahem. what the fuck were they cooking with her death. i'm absolutely fine with her not being shot onscreen but?? she was in the MIDDLE of gerald and shadow, how were they completely fine, and she was dead on the ground?? you're telling me that the 60-ish year old man was fine, but the seeming able-bodied young child wasn't?? when she was FURTHER from the explosion????

and her not sacrificing herself to save shadow takes away a lot of meaning to her death. they couldn've had her push shadow down, to get him out of the way of the explosion. but now her death makes very little sense.

so sonic and shadow can breathe in space, but tails cant?? okay.

tails could've had a big moment. instead he passec out, and knuckles had to save them. man. they could've had knuckles and tails go out together, with tails on knuckles' back to throw the ring and slow their descent. missed opportunity, and it made tails look brave and then immediately weak.

BUT ANYWAYS

despite all that, i LOVED it

these movies are litterally the reason why i became a sonic fan, and i would be lying if i said i didn't like them

[nightmarebunnyking]

LMK s5 spoliers

I am still piss that lmk writers still don't put the importance of sun family more for sun wukong,like we don't get to see more of it and make it more like he still just crossed his name out the book of life and death

And I hate that macaque got a little screen time with them and not wukong ,just my personal nitpick

[lunarleonardo]

i just finished the new chapter and holy shittt...

LOVE LETTER CHAP 23 SPOLIERS!!!!

Ejjejsejjs I struggle with empathy, and not to say I'm apathetic. It's more so I literally can't dislike someone or hold a grudge. So I had already, in my head, forgiven Shirogane. aughhhh I don't know why but like she's was actually being somewhat nice and my brain was just like "yep. That's someone who did nothing wrong" like she didn't permanently disable someone and probably become the reason for so much of his suffering.

I was pretty upset to see her dead (whilst trying to stay quiet through my shock as my family watch a bond movie a meter away from me)but I'm also kind of glad.

I'm also so nervous but excited for the interactions between Ouma and Saihara- ehhhahshhshah I relate to Shuichi a lot so I kind of get second hand embarrassment whenever he does anything whilst drugged and all. I sometimes find myself literally apologising for his actions?? 😭😭 But anyways I LOVE the new chapter and I can't wait for the next :))

Make sure to take enough rests, bye byeeeee

Love Letter Tsumugi has been an interesting one to write for this exact reason. Acting so kind and unsuspecting is why nobody caught on sooner, and it's why she was able to get into Shuichi's head so much. She doesnt act like someone who would do such a thing. And most of the time ... they dont (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

Im pretty happy with her death. I am getting tired of killing her in my fics though :/ but with who she was in Love Letter, I couldnt leave her alive. And honestly she had it coming lmfao there was no saving her. sorry tsumugi! (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

[riversmelody221]

SPOLIERS FOR OFMD SEASON 2 FINALE

Izzy's death has me PISSED, y'all.

They really set him up to grow in this season, to live through absolute hell and come out on the other side stronger, softer, more open, and then took that away? Izzy strikes me as this man who has always had to survive, never being able to truly relax, to live, and this season we get to see him let down his guard a little. We get to see him bonding with the crew, easing up. We got him in a GORGEOUS drag look, inching himself into unfamiliar, exhilarating new waters, and then the finale comes along and suddenly he's ready to die? It doesn't sit right with me.

Izzy should've been fighting tooth and nail to make it out on the other side. He should've been dragging his ass out of purgatory like the indestructible little fucker he's been shown to be. ESPECIALLY after his speech to that pathetic little no nose punk ass bitch. He found his family, he found a soft place to rest a little. And yes, I get the argument can be made that with Izzy in the picture, Ed might not have ever been able to let go of Blackbeard. But to me, that argument is undercut when Ed and Stede leave the fucking crew behind anyway to open their inn! I'm happy for those two, of course, but they couldn't have done it anyway and let Izzy fuck off with the crew? Izzy literally told Ed he was surrounded by people who love him, and then Ed promptly fucks off with ONE of them and let's the others sail off.

To be clear, I'm not too upset with Ed and Stede staying behind. I don't think Ed could be himself on the waters, tbh, so that was probably the best call. He's been sailing the seas for years as Blackbeard, so it makes sense that when he reinvents himself, he goes to land, sure. Stede following is a little strange to me, but I do get that he wants to be with Ed, and right now I'm focused on Izzy, so I'll let that slide.

TLDR; I don't know who tf they buried bc Israel Hands is alive and well, even if I have to write it into being myself.

But to make the catalyst for this decision the death of a character you spent an ENTIRE SEASON redeeming and making people adore (I've been an Izzy stan since day one, but I do get not liking him) just doesn't sit right with me. And his death didn't even feel that impactful. We get a short, quiet scene of them passing his cross, Ed hardly looking bothered despite crying over him when he died, and then we jump straight to a wedding!

[justbrothings]

I recently read an original story on ao3 that i wanted to recommend here.

The story is in German, but i hope at least someone will be able to read it (yes i'm writing this post in english anyway, no i'm not sure why)

Schuldig - Eine Liebe unter Brüdern, by callisto24 (on AO3)

Word Count: 77,139; 1 Chapter

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Original Work

Pairing: Brother x Brother (Original Characters)

Summary:

Zwei Brüder fühlen sich auf verbotene Weise zueinander hingezogen.

(transl: Two brothers feel a frobidden attraction to each other.)

Warnings (added by me*):

CSA mention (not between the brothers, not described in detail),

Abusive family (both physically and psychologically),

On-page Death of a character (he deserves it, tho)

*i don't want to spoil it too much here, but if you need more info on any of these, feel free to message me!

Just to prevent misunderstandings:

I did not write this story, i just liked it and wanted to talk about it!

This got a bit long, so i'll put the rest under a cut:

My (more or less spoiler-free) summary:

Okay, so when i first saw this story (with it's very short description) i wasn't too excited to read it, but decided to give it a try anyway.

...there is also a big age-gap (12 years) between the two brothers that i was a bit nervous about, but i kept reading anyway and i'm glad i did.

The story follows Olaf, as he grows up, goes to uni and later takes his first steps in the working world, all exactly following the plan his strict parents laid out for him. But as he gets older, he starts to struggle with the obligations his parents put on him, especially when they try to keep him away from Christian, who they think has a bad influence on Olaf. In addition Olaf starts to develope romantic feelings as his brother grows older, which complicates his life even more.

Olaf is the son of rich parents and grows up with a lot of expectations and pressure to become the perfect heir for his father's business.

He is twelve years old when his parents unexpectetdly have another son, Christian. Olaf spends most of his time at boarding school, so he doesn't get to see his brother a lot. Still, he tries his best to be a good brother, to look out for Christian and spend time with him whenever he can. They quickly become very close whenever they are together, only to then be kept apart again for months at a time. This pattern keeps repeating over the next two decades.

The story is about Olaf and Christian's friendship and later love, but also about their relationship with their parents and the web of control they have trapped Olaf in and how he fights to protect his brother and himself.

Spolier: It has a happy-end.

Other things i have to say:

The abuse i mention in the warnings is between the father and his sons, not between the two brothers. None of it is described in detail.

It was hard to read at times, especially the power the father has over Olaf, and how Olaf complies with almost every demand, no matter how much it hurts him. Please be aware that this family is really awful.

The ending is a bit aprubt, but it doesn't drag down the rest of the story much and i still enjoyed it, even though i wish it could have been a bit more fleshed out.

I really liked the way Olaf's feelings, his yearning and longing as well as his guilt and self-hatred are described. (this is exactly my shit.) But also you really understand his struggles and the pressure hes under, his parents' influence over him and how these things keep him trapped.

(if you do read the story, please tell me, i would love to hear your opinion!)

That's all i have for now.

If you read this far, thanks and i love you <3

[pomstr4wberr]

✦. ⊹ ˚ .꒰୧ ‧₊˚ 🍫 { STARRY NIGHT ?!♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ ✨️ ꒰ Angst ꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍭 ꒰ GN reader - they/them ꒱♡ ⌎

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 SPOLIERS / TWS: Lesson 16 mentioned and nightbringer spoliers, SuicIdal thoughts?꒱♡ ⌎ ˊᗜˋ

NOTE : just mentions of lesson 16 while they(belphie and mc watch stars)

THIS is just belphie angs, not really romantic but can see as. Just belphie angst

Ngl getting k*lied by belphie isn't really traumatizing like he went through more traumatizing stuff (from a belphie lover/ apologizer)

THE STARS were beautiful, twinkling in the sky. The twin stars shine brightly as he watches the stars, he can hear the person next to him breathing.

Their breathing is oddly comforting, their chest slowly moves up and down. He can see their smile. He can't speak he has feelings that he can't explain but it feels weird.

They smile and start asking questions about the stars he answers them, they hum at his answers. This is his favorite place to stay away from his brothers, aside from the

Attic...

The attic wasn't comforting that much, due to what happened.

Every time he looks at them, his throat tightens, and he can’t shallow. His throat is dry, it hurts to shallow he doesn't belong to be here. He belongs to be lock away again forever until he dies or manages to kil-

"Hey belphie you didn't answer my question." Their voice snaps him out of his thoughts his bad thoughts.

He doesn't remember the question so he asks them "what did you say? Again?" They chuckle and repeat the question.

He hums and answers his answer seems to please them, the attic for him wasn't a good one, being lock away from his own brother...

His twin brother believing that he was in the human world, it was his fault for everything. How selfish of him, Lilith would not be proud of him.

Her love for humans, it was his fault maybe if he told lucifer maybe kucifer could have saved her and them falling down into this nightmare hellish place.

He ruined all of his brothers relationships making them hate each other, his brothers had hard times getting along.

He wondered if he died, if Lilith survived would it be different? Or will he still haunt her down and kill her making his family go through traumatic stuff? Killing another family member.

Do they care about him? Is beel the only one who cares for him? Is Satan only using him to get revenge on lucifer? His he being too hars on lucifer?

Lucifer... he was so different as a angel he wasn't so stress. But it's cause of that stupid demon "lord" he's just a prince... why does lucifer spent all his time serving and doing his work for him?

Sometimes he wishes that everything will be back to normal... no deaths, no family issues, no killing you....

He's sorry but he knows the trauma he did for you, choking you.... killing a human, he hated humans he blamed them for Lilith death but he realized it wasn't the humans fault for her death.

It was his "father's" fault, he send all his brothers down here.... they aren't really brothers, diavolo said that they are brothers but they aren't really...

He wonders if beel feels the same? If beel died how different would it be?

They were all cursed with sins.... what would Lilith sin be if she survived? What if every one of his brothers died during the war?

He remembers his first day at devildom before getting lock away, Satan was mad remembering when they would lock him up.

He should stop thinking about bad memories and focus on good ones, he can redo himself from the murder and threats he made. He just hopes that everything will be okay.

His brothers will be okay..... and mc will be okay...

Everything will be okay....

[creative-mind-write]

Masterlist

Last Updated: 7/14/23 Number of Works: 12

Hair Love Once a month the Omatikaya Clan comes together to do each other's hair. Even though they moved to the Metkayina Clan, the Sully family still continue the tradition. Even sharing this time with their new friends.

Wearing Glasses Neteyam and Lo'ak's reactions to human reader having to wear glasses (Warnings: Bullying)

Boy From the Sea Your family finds safety among the reefs. But you find something more than safety. (Warnings: Spoilers)

Return to Me: Pt 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 For the safety of your family your father, Jake, decides to move the family out of the forest. Now you and your siblings must navigate your new lives in the reefs. (Warnings: Spoilers, Mentons of war and death (pt.3))

Cloud 9 Rotxo has had a crush on you since your family arrived. Today is the day he confesses his feelings. (Warnings: None)

You Can't Save Everyone Your siblings are ambushed by Quaritch and his squad. You and your twin, Neteyam go against your parents and help try to save them.  (Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, Talks about being attacked, Spoliers)

Through My Eyes Ao’nung just won’t stop bullying your siblings. After yet another fight your father sends you to heal the boy. You use this opportunity to try to get him to see through your eyes. (Warnings: Fighting, Talk about trauma)

The Power of a Name This one is about an OC. She’s Neteyam’s twin and her name is Seze. Tuk is scared of leaving their home after being attacked by Quaritch so Seze decides to tell her a story. (Warnings: None)

Cupid Screwed Up Your little sister Kiri asks for help to tell her crush how she feels. You agree to help but things don’t go as planned. (Warnings: None)

Grumpy Beginnings Y/N is the oldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari. At first she is against the Sully family coming to say. They will never learn their way. But could she be wrong? (Implied NeteyamxReader also I’m pretty sure there’s no major spoilers for the movie.) (Warnings: None)

Terrifying. I Love It It’s time to learn how to ride the ilu. Who will wipe out and who will succeed? (Warnings: None)

Let's Fight Neteyam and his twin always look out for their siblings. Ready to jump in headfirst when they’re needed. Reader had four fingers on one hand and three on the other. (Warnings: None)

[tobymybaby]

Hide in the 4th Closet Au ideas (or the 4th Closet x Hide and seek au)part 1(tfc, Hide and seek and Jump for tickets spoliers)

So this au is just the fourth closet but with characters from hide and seek and the main protag from Jump for Tickets)

So since Toby takes the role of Charlie that of course meaning he was killed. Mrs.Billings was the one who found her youngest son body. She pulls a Henry(I headcanon her to be the robotics teacher from the breaking wheel) and creates robotic versions of her dead son one toddler, one kid, one teen and one young adult. Mr.Billings knew that (the real) Toby was dead but treated the robo Toby as the acutal Toby .Conner is the only one in the family (aside from robo Toby)who doesn't know the real Toby died. Ms.Billings doesn't off herself like Henry but she leaves to start a new life and leaves behind her family ,she didn't want anything to do with them after finally facing the fact her youngest son was dead.

Colton of course takes the role of Elizabeth meaning he gonna have so much trauma and issues. Colton father in this au is the killer of the missing kids. His father is very neglectful in this au so poor Colton. Coils was created by Coils father and was made to kill kids. Colton father fakes his death in this au and Colton is kinda the way he is in canon due to it. Colton still doesn't like Clowns but he would paint his face to look like Coils since his father would give all his attention to the robot rather than him.(He also tried dying his hair red like Coils but messed it up so badly ended up cutting his hair shorter) Coils is also huge compared to canon Coils

The kidnapped kids (not the missing ones) are Oswald,Chuck,Hazel,Ophelia,and Rory

Unlike the end of the fourth closet Toby doesn't die he survives having the Doll in his chest ripped out and being stabbed

That's what I have so far any questions

[mealstrom0]

Why jerry (you know which one) is a legend

(MAJOR SPOLIERS CANT STRESS ENOUGH, LISTEN TO THIS MASTERPEICE OF A PODCAST BEFORE READING) JERK-OFF JERRY, thats his title given to him to many just a man others a friend but to most..... a pervert, to himself anyways. Now form that alone your thinking 'why is this man important' and thats where i come in to fuel your brain of this man and his acsent to legendhood. Jerry started in the podcast as a side chracter who was created for one purpose jerk off jokes. And for a long time he was just another member to eventually die to a bad roll of the death chart until, the wood arc. without getting into to many spoilers the wood arc is when everyone is stuck in the cursed woods.

Now in the wood arc we cut to some of the crew including. our boy Jerry, plyph (i know thats not how you spell it so he will be called soup boy), Carlos, and then it gets weird because the first time around bathroom berry and nodoze were with the sqaud but Nodoze ended up dozing and nowehere near the group and berry was mistaken for a martial arts guy (cant remember names TIRED). The squad goes through the forest trying to find the ship when our boy JERRY brings out a hand compass (in his hand) and leads the way.

When they get to the uhuru its over run but flora and fauna mostly snakes. Jerry comes in clutch again by (dies of laughter) well speacil skills with much practice. He eventually gets on the ship as well as the rest of the sqaud and helps people break free of their slumber. This my readers is where the legend dies, while saving someone his arm gets bitten by a snake his (sobs) jerking off arm then his other arm, then his legs.........then his crotch. He then falls out a porthole into the wood where he is put to rest in the dirt of where he stood. ashes to ashes, nuts to nuts.

The funerel is small as many didnt like JOJerry but those who were mounred his rightoues death with gifts to keep him occupied in the afterlife.

Now he doesnt seem thaaaat speacil but he is. You see Jhonny O'mara is a long member of campaign and player of the much beloved Travis Matago left that arc. Travis himself did not die but Jhonny voiced you guessed it JOJerry. Jerrys death was the death of Jhonny leaving the podcast (whether he likes it or not) and theres nothing that can change my mind. Our Jerry gave us another reason to let go of Travis and Jhonny for his chracter death did happen, in Jerry.

BUT THATS NOT ALL, The uhuru's crew is free no matter what their idea of freedom is they have it or captian orimar vale helps them find their freedom. JOJerry had freedom to do what he loved wherever he wanted where in other places it would be deemed well inapporite. Just has Nodoze has freedom to rope and travel, as Gable has freedom of no job and getting to have a family, as Dref had the freedom to experiment, as wendyell has freedom to get married (OOF) and pillage, Jerk off jerry was just as free as them and was a head on repersantation of that freedom of whatever freedom is.

JOJerry helped us understand the crew and let go and for that he will be remebered. TAKE FLIGHT JERRY.

(This is all a big meme btw i dont support this behavior or what he did at all but he is a good example of the morals of the uhuru just MUCH more perverted than what it really is)