#did they cage him? or did they only do that if/when he started becoming violent?

[a-little-monotonous]

I think about lot about that gap of time between shadow getting ejected from the ark and him getting put in stasis...

[writingangst]

Friendly Fire

Summary: The aftermath of Simon Riley's paranoia has left the reader with an inner battle of holding onto her anger or making room for forgiveness.

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence and torture, angst, cursing, hurt/no comfort.

Words: 1.3K

Part One

I wasn't planning on posting on this account except for that one off, but since a lot of people liked it, I'm down to give you guys more angst. So, enjoy. (Also, if you want to request anything be sure to message me.)

Whispers and lingering stares were a part of your day to day since you and Ghost got back from the extraction mission. The barracks were filled with theories, the team making assumptions to make sense of the bruising you wore like a collar around your neck. As if you were some damn dog, beaten into submission. You hated every second of being on display and serving as a symbol of what they thought had to have been insubordination.

She must’ve mouthed off to the Lieutenant.

Poor girl was probably put in her place. 

Because Simon Ghost Riley couldn’t do any wrong. Surely the woman must’ve misbehaved to deserve being put in a life-or-death situation by someone she trusted. You couldn’t calm the anger that stubbornly sat in your chest. You wanted to scream. You wanted him in the same position you were in. You wanted the fucking bruising to go away so everyone could stop talking about it, reducing you into a fucking victim.

You were a Goddamn soldier.

Ghost on the other hand had been quiet. Even more so than usual. You would catch his eyes roaming the patches of dark purple and blue he painted on your skin from time to time, turning away when he noticed you looking back at him, your expression stoic. You could sense the tension. The regret. The nasty gut feeling assumed to be guilt swallowing him whole. 

He’d never felt that way before.

It wasn’t a part of your lives. You got jobs done that would make any normal person weep for years. Trauma so consuming, veteran suicide rates were in increase and violent crimes committed by them going up as well. You had no room for guilt or regret. You were machines. It was in the job description, under the fine print. There wasn’t an option to dwell on things, it was either keep pushing or people could die in your line of work. 

Yet Ghost was stuck on that feeling.

And it was becoming harder to ignore. You saw the way his fingers twitched when you flinched from any sudden movement. The quietness that overtook the space when you stepped into any room he was in, like everything suddenly became too heavy to bear. You wanted to laugh from the bitterness of it all. This was the same man that had threatened your life. And for once, it seemed like the monster that made him who he was couldn’t hide behind the skull mask.

You couldn't decide which one was worse though. The silence or the moments you caught him struggling with himself and what he did. But the worst part. The thing that kept you up at night, tossing and turning in a bed that felt more like a grave… Was that you had started feeling sorry for him. For the way his dark eyes would catch yours when you least expected it, as if they were silently begging for forgiveness you didn’t know if you could offer him.

Maybe that was the worst part. There being a chance to be able to forgive, but never forget. Missing his touch and dreading it all the same. The way he tainted something both of you needed. Severing a conection both physical and emotional. Needing him and hating him. It was the same fight within yourself and it made you angry, until you began yearning again. Your own personal hell, a cage he viciously hand crafted to fit you.

I hate you, Ghost. 

It was a mantra. Maybe soon you would start to believe it.

But as night fell on the fourth night, the repetition wouldn’t preserve your sanity. The common area was eerily quiet, devoid of any operative in your wing. The faint hum of the overhead light was the only sound as you sat on the worn couch, eyes scanning the documents in your hands. They were sending you out again. A covert operation. Then, the bitter taste of reality hit you again as you saw his name typed out on the call sheet under personnel.

I hate you.

“I’m sorry.”

You jumped instictivley at the sound of his voice, your head jerking in his direction, slightly to your left, standing within the door frame. His words were clumsy, raw, but there was hesitation in his tone. Like he was scared. Scared of what he did, scared of what you thought of him now. The silence between you both stretched like a taut wire, brittle and poised to snap.

For a fleeting moment, something in your chest softened—a crack in the icy wall you’d built between the both of you. But it was brief. So brief. The softness evaporated almost as quickly as it came, replaced by the old familiar coil of tension in your gut. You straightened, pulling your walls back up.

“So, he speaks.”

“I didn’t want to push you,” he said, his gruff accent thick with something unspoken—uncertainty, regret? You weren’t sure anymore.

You laughed bitterly. “But choking me out is fine.”

Your words were sharp and unforgiving. A hard accusation that was meant to hit him in the chest. The tension was unbearable now, like the moment might snap any second. He didn’t move though, didn’t back down. But you saw it—his jaw tightening, his fists clenching at his sides, the way his eyes flickered to the ground. The frustration was there, the guilt too, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. He was struggling, you could see it.

He hesitated. “I fucked up.”

Raw. Unpolished.

But you weren’t so forgiving.

“You think?” You spat back, your voice filled with sarcasm, every word laced with the bitterness you couldn’t shake.

He cleared his throat. “I don’t want to excuse any of it. I was a paranoid motherfucker and I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

His words landed heavier than you expected. You almost wanted to let you anger slip. To take the edge off, to relax into the moment, maybe even believe him. But you couldn’t. You’d betrayed yourself by awarding him with your forgiveness. Your nostrils flared at the turmoil you felt in your chest, your fingers digging into the documents in your hands with a fierce grip as you attempted to counterfocus the tightness.

“I don’t know what to do to make this right,” he confessed, knowing his words weren’t right. And they never could be. They didn’t carry the weight of what he had done. “I rarely ever apologize. If ever.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “So that should make me feel special?”

“Hardly,” he stated, wincing at your sarcasm, the impact of your words sinking into him like a punch. “I’ve made an even bigger mess of this. I can’t fix it. I know I can’t. I just—” 

—miss you.

You could almost hear it in the rawness of his voice, in the way he faltered. The silence was heavier with the words he didn’t dare utter hanging there. And that just made the anger swell in your chest. The more he held back, the more it stung, the more it fed your fury. The air felt thick around you. Heavy. Your breath shallow, your chest tight, and every beat of your pulse was a reminder of everything he had done. Everything he hadn’t done.

“Yeah?” You locked your gaze with him, the intensity in your eyes unflinching, your voice colder than you thought you could manage. It was steady, but laced with an undeniable edge. “Well, I fucking hate you, Ghost.”

The words slipped out, more venomous than you intended, but they felt good to say. They felt earned. You could see it in his eyes—the flicker of hurt, the way his shoulders slumped a fraction, as though your words physically struck him. But he didn’t say anything. Didn’t try to defend himself. He couldn’t. Not anymore.

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable, but it was better than what had come before. At least now there was nothing left to say.

Nothing left to break.

[womshame]

The Quiet Cage

Synopsis: When Y/N becomes the nanny to a widowed child, she slowly finds herself drawn into a life she never chose — one of quiet control, emotional dependency, and subtle isolation. As years pass, the lines between care, love, and possession blur beyond recognition. In Liam’s perfect home, escape is never violent — it’s simply… forgotten.

⸻

You never expected the job to change your life.

It was supposed to be a summer gig. Something temporary while you figured things out — while you tried to find purpose again after dropping out of grad school. The ad had been simple: “Single father seeking part-time nanny for weekday afternoons. Competitive pay. Must be kind, reliable, and patient.”

You sent your resume on a whim.

The next day, you received a response. A man named Liam Rivers invited you to his home for an interview. The address was in an affluent neighborhood you’d only seen from the bus window. You showed up in your nicest blouse, heart pounding, and were greeted by a tall man with neatly combed dark hair and tired green eyes.

“This is Noah,” he introduced his son, a quiet five-year-old who clung to his leg and peeked at you with wide, unsure eyes.

You crouched and smiled. “Hi, Noah. I’m Y/N. I like your dinosaur shirt.”

The boy’s face lit up.

And just like that, you were hired.

⸻

The first few weeks passed in a blur of puzzles, snack times, and storybooks. Noah was shy but sweet. He had a soft spot for plush toys and made you re-read The Very Hungry Caterpillar every evening before Liam came home.

Liam was always courteous. Soft-spoken. He thanked you religiously and paid you at the end of each week with crisp bills in a white envelope. You learned that he was a structural engineer, often working remotely but swamped with meetings and reports. His wife had died three years ago in a car accident, and since then, it had been just him and Noah.

He didn’t smile much, but when he did, it was sincere. Grounding. There was something magnetic about the quiet way he observed everything — how he watched you read to Noah from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, eyes unreadable.

You started staying late sometimes. Not because he asked — you just felt bad leaving when Noah begged for “five more minutes.”

“You don’t have to,” Liam said once, when you carried a sleeping Noah to his room after your shift ended.

“I don’t mind,” you replied.

He looked at you for a long time before nodding. “Thank you.”

⸻

By month two, you were spending more time in the house than your own apartment.

Liam had upgraded your hourly rate without you asking. He stocked the fridge with your favorite drinks. One night, when it stormed, he insisted you sleep in the guest room rather than risk driving home in the rain.

“It’s really okay,” you’d said.

“I’d feel better knowing you’re safe,” he replied.

You stayed.

The next morning, you woke to pancakes and Noah wrapped around your waist, babbling about how you should move in so you could always be there when he woke up. Liam didn’t laugh at his son’s comment — he just looked at you, thoughtful.

“I should be going,” you said, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I packed you breakfast,” Liam said quietly. “It’s on the counter.”

⸻

It got harder to say no.

Liam never asked for much. But when he did, it felt less like a request and more like something inevitable — like gravity. You started skipping plans with your friends. They stopped inviting you out after a while, tired of the unanswered texts.

“You’re always with that kid,” one of them snapped over the phone.

You bit your lip. “He’s not just a kid. He needs me.”

“Liam has money,” your friend said. “He could hire a dozen nannies.”

But he hadn’t.

He’d hired you.

And when you canceled on dinner that Friday, he looked at you across the table — just the two of you, Noah already asleep — and said, “I know this might sound strange, but I feel like you were meant to be here.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Liam leaned forward. “You bring light into this house, Y/N. Into Noah’s life. Into mine.”

You flushed, unsure how to respond.

“You’re not just his nanny. You’re part of this family now.”

⸻

He started buying you things — little gifts at first. A necklace. A soft scarf. A new pair of flats when yours wore out.

You protested, but he shook his head. “You take care of us. Let me take care of you.”

He called it “us.” Like you belonged.

Noah clung to you constantly. He cried when you left, even if it was only for a few hours. Liam never stopped him.

“He’s sensitive,” he’d say. “And he loves you. You’re like a mother to him.”

That word caught in your chest.

Mother.

⸻

One evening, you told Liam you were considering going back to school part-time. You missed learning. Missed doing something.

His expression shifted, just slightly.

“You’d be gone a lot,” he said carefully.

“Not too much. I could still help in the evenings. Maybe weekends—”

“Noah wouldn’t understand.”

You paused. “He’d adjust.”

Liam’s jaw tensed. “He’s already lost his mother. If you pull away now, it’ll break him.”

The guilt hit you like a punch. “I’m not trying to leave him. I just—”

“I know,” he said softly. “You’re trying to grow. But just… think about it, okay? He needs stability. And so do you.”

⸻

He made sure you felt needed.

Every day brought some new crisis only you could solve. Noah wouldn’t eat unless you made his plate. He wouldn’t sleep unless you tucked him in. He cried when Liam tried to take over. Cried so hard that Liam stopped trying.

You felt tethered.

But that’s what families were, right?

⸻

One night, you found a framed photo of yourself on Liam’s desk.

It was candid — from last month, holding Noah at the park. You didn’t remember anyone taking it.

Your stomach twisted. When you asked, Liam said, “It helps me through the day. Reminds me what I’m working for.”

There was no malice in his tone. Just quiet reverence.

You should’ve been alarmed.

But you weren’t.

You were tired.

And no one else called anymore.

⸻

You stopped going home.

Eventually, it felt natural to sleep in the guest room. Then in Liam’s bed, after too much wine and not enough protest. He was gentle. Careful. Devoted.

You told yourself it was just temporary.

That lie unraveled when you woke to Noah crawling into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your stomach.

“Morning, Mommy.”

You froze.

Liam just smiled.

⸻

He proposed a month later.

There was no ring. No grand gesture.

Just him, holding Noah’s hand, saying, “Let’s make this official.”

You stared at him. “Liam—”

“I know you’re scared,” he said. “But this isn’t new. We’ve already built a life together. This just makes it real.”

You wanted to say no. You tried to say no.

But Noah looked up at you with such hope.

And there was no one left to call.

⸻

The wedding was small. Just the three of you and a civil officer Liam knew through work.

You didn’t wear white.

That night, Liam whispered, “You saved us. I’ll never let anything take you away.”

⸻

You didn’t see the slow erasure of your old life until it was too late.

Your phone stopped working. Liam said he’d get it fixed — then never did. Your social media accounts vanished, “to protect your privacy.” You never renewed your driver’s license. Your bank card expired. He handled all the groceries now, all the bills. You hadn’t touched cash in months.

You were safe.

You were loved.

You were caged.

And the bars looked like bedtime stories and warm pancakes.

⸻

The last time you tried to leave, Noah screamed so hard he vomited. Liam held him while he cried, meeting your eyes over his shoulder with something cold and final.

“You’ve broken his heart,” he said.

You dropped your bag.

And never packed again.

⸻

Somewhere deep down, you knew you weren’t free.

But freedom had started to feel like a cruel thing — a sharp wind that would rip you from the only hands still holding on.

So you stayed.

You smiled.

You read the books.

You kissed the boy.

You let the man who loved you too much believe it was love at all.

And when he wrapped his arms around you at night, whispering, “We’re perfect now,”

you didn’t say a word.

Because maybe, just maybe, you were.

⸻

⸻

Five Years Later

The garden was in full bloom.

You stood barefoot in the grass, the morning dew cold against your skin as you clipped lavender stems into a basket. The sun hadn’t fully risen, casting a pale gold over the hedges Liam insisted on trimming himself every weekend. Everything in the yard was manicured, gentle, precise — like your life.

Inside the house, you could hear the faint clatter of dishes. Liam was making breakfast. He always did on Sundays. He said it was a ritual — something to keep the family grounded.

You didn’t argue.

Noah was twelve now. Tall for his age. Quiet, like his father. He rarely asked questions anymore — he didn’t need to. He already knew the rhythms of your days. He knew you’d be there when he woke up, that you’d pack his lunch just the way he liked it, that you’d be waiting at the gate after school, smile ready, heart carefully measured.

When you stepped back inside, Liam was at the stove.

He glanced over his shoulder. “There you are.”

You offered a faint smile. “Lavender was getting wild.”

He walked over and kissed your cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear like he always did. The basket slipped from your fingers onto the counter.

“I scheduled your dentist appointment,” he said casually. “And your prescription’s ready for pickup.”

You nodded, letting the words pass through you.

“You’ll take Noah this afternoon, right?” he asked, handing you your tea — perfect temperature, just the way you liked it.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be working late. Board meeting.”

“Okay.”

He looked at you then — truly looked at you. His gaze was still as intense as the day you met. Still that same fire, tempered now into something softer. Less volatile. But more permanent. Unshakable.

“You’re happy,” he said, not as a question.

You paused.

He set the tea down and took your face in his hands. “Aren’t you?”

The world held its breath.

And you said the only answer that made sense — the only answer that would keep the house standing, the boy safe, the garden blooming:

“Yes.”

His eyes softened.

He kissed you like a vow, like a claim, and when he pulled back, he whispered, “I knew you would be.”

⸻

Later that night, after dinner and dishes and stories read aloud in dim yellow light, you sat at the edge of your bed while Liam undressed beside you.

Outside, the wind moved through the trees. Peaceful. Controlled.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror — hair neatly braided, face unlined, voice long buried.

Somewhere far away, the version of you who once dreamed of cities and libraries and laughter was gone. Dismantled piece by piece and replaced by this: wife, mother, anchor. The perfect woman for a perfect world built entirely by someone else’s hands.

You crawled under the covers.

Liam pulled you close, kissed your forehead, and murmured, “Sleep, my love. You’re safe.”

And as your eyes drifted closed, you realized something terrifying.

You believed him.

⸻

[abcjxyzyeo]

Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

[maple-writes1802]

Sevika x reader angst!! (with a happy ending)

Someone badly hurts reader to get back at sevika since it’s known they’re in a relationship. Sevika realizing she’s endangering reader, distances herself from her so reader doesn’t get targeted anymore. Reader finds sevika after searching for her and begs her to stop running away from her. Sevika realizes that distancing herself from reader hurt her more deeply than the initial attack. She apologies and swears to never do that again :}

ship: sevika x reader

word count: 1843

tags: short break up, hurt/comfort, reconciliation, set in s1

The bedsheets feel cold, everything feels cold when Sevika isn't near you. It's been days since she left and respecting her decision becomes harder with each moment that is spent in her absence. Sevika was never a loud person to live with, but her presence was certainly felt. She emitted warmth like that of a lit fireplace and you were but an innocent passerby trying to ease the cold in your bones. Now, the cold is prevalent, making a home for itself deep within your chest.

You miss her.

You miss her gentle touches, the ever-present smell of whiskey, cigars and her own earthy musk. You miss her voice soothing you to sleep at night and coaxing you out of dreamland in the morning. You miss her hugs, feeling her eyes on you at all times, how she manhandles your body in moments of passion and then massages it until you're mush in her hands. You miss everything about her, the good and the bad.

But what were you to do? You swore to yourself you'd let her go if she wished to go. You wouldn't keep her caged.

But fuck if this wasn't the stupidest damn reason to leave. And it all happened because you weren't careful enough.

-flashback-

A weary sigh escaped your lips as you lock the store, finally closing down for the day. It's much later than you'd like it to be and usually Sevika would pick you up after your shift and the two of you would walk home together but lately she's been so stressed out with her own job, that you reassured her you'd be fine and insisted she went to bed early to get some proper rest.

You walk down an alleyway, not the safest part of the Lanes but definitely the quickest to your place. What you failed to notice, however, was a group of enforcers, three or four it you recall correctly, but your memory of the event is foggy at best. They were smoking and chatting, probably taking a break from harassing local Zaunites (or as they liked to call it, ''going on patrols''). The chatter stopped when they noticed you and, before you could turn back, one of them started walking towards you. Sensing the oncoming threat, you prepared to knee him in the crotch but he grabbed and yanked you towards them before you got the chance.

You remember receiving a knee to the stomach and the pain knocked you down onto the wet ground. What followed was a flurry of punches, jeers, kicks, spits, and insults. The more you tried to fight them off, the more violent they became. The only thing you could do was curl up in a ball and protect your head with your arms. Despite your best efforts, eventually the world sank into darkness and you were left to the mercy of your attackers.

The next thing you remember is opening your eyes and feeling confused, for instead of the cold, damp pavement you were met with the familiar warmth and softness of your bed. Forcing yourself to sit up, you groan as your body protests, but your eyes are already looking for Sevika. Feeling disappointment when she is nowhere to be seen, you try to comfort yourself, figuring that she's probably in the living room. That is, until your gaze lands on a piece of paper laying on the nightstand. Picking it up with shaky hands, your heart stutters when you recognize Sevika's handwriting.

To my soulmate,

I hope you're not in too much pain when you wake up. I did my best to bandage you up, but you've always been better at tending to cuts and scrapes than I was.

Hell, if this is how you felt every time I came home all bruised and bloody from a job gone wrong, then I am sincerely sorry for all the pain I put you through because I was damn near sure that my heart was going to give out on me when I found you in that alley.

Don't worry your pretty little head, the guys who did this to you will have to eat through a straw for the rest of their miserable, meaningless lives. They didn't get far before I caught up to them.

After making sure you're all clean and bandaged up, and handing those bastards their death sentence, I did a lot of thinking. And I decided that the only way to keep you safe was if I left. One of those idiots squealed before I broke his fingers and it turns out that the only reason they hurt you was because they knew who you were. And more importantly, they knew who you were to me. I guess their strategy was to weaken me by hurting you and using that moment of weakness to get to Silco.

Of course, that won't be happening given that I broke all their teeth and fingers. But I doubt they'll be the last ones to think of something like this. That's why, for your sake, it's best for me to stay away.

I love you, baby, and that won't ever change. But I can't live with myself knowing that you could get hurt because of me. I'm sorry, but I know you'll be okay with time. You're the strongest person I know and there are plenty of people out there who deserve you much more than I do.

Take care of yourself for me, give yourself time to heal and move on.

Forever yours, despite everything,

Sevika

P.S. You can keep the apartment and the cat, I got them for you anyways. Give the furball my regards.

By the time you finish reading her letter, several spots on the paper have already been coated by your tears. You could do nothing but curl up on the half-empty bed and sob your little heart out.

-end of flashback-

And now, all you can think about is how this change benefits neither of you.

Sevika is probably drinking her sorrows away, surviving on cigars and pure spite. Meanwhile, you're unable to last ten minutes without bursting into tears. Safety doesn't mean much to you if you have to give up the love of your life to attain it.

This is ridiculous. You think as you get out of bed, pulling one of Sevika's cardigans over your shoulders. You held it close these days, as a reminder of her presence. It smelled like her, although now her signature scent was fading away and you'd be damned if you had to spend the rest of your life without it. Without her.

You ignore your body's protests as you hastily put on some loose pants and shoes before running out of your apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door behind you.

Eventually, the Last Drop comes into view and you approach it with determination flowing through your veins. The bouncers immediately recognize you and step aside to let you in.

Once inside, the first person you notice is Ran, who, upon noticing you, mouths the words 'thank Janna' before pointing to a spot in the corner.

A lonely form sits there, slumped over a table and nursing a whiskey bottle while a lonely cigar burns out in an ashtray. You can feel your heart squeeze painfully at the sight of your beloved looking so defeated.

Sevika jumps like a wounded animal when you lay a gentle hand on her shoulder, her eyes wide when she turns around and spots you.

''What the hell are you doing here?'' she asks, trying her best to sound angry and intimidating but failing miserably. You were always her weak spot and you possessed the ability to see through her facade and spending some time apart couldn't change that.

''I'm here for you, asshole.'' you reply with a small huff and Sevika almost cracks a smile at our snarky response, she always loved your feisty side and being next to you makes her want to grovel for your forgiveness. But she holds back, barely upholding a displeased expression on her tired face.

''If you're gonna try and convince me to come back, then you're wasting your time, sweetheart.'' she grumbles and goes to have a swig of the whiskey but you snatch the bottle away before she can even smell the alcoholic drink. If the situation wasn't so serious, you would giggle at the childish pout she's giving you.

''Vika, baby, this is ridiculous.'' you mumble as you sit down at the table.

''Keeping you safe is never ridiculous.'' she replies, avoiding eye contact. ''It's my fault you got hurt. I should have been there.''

You sigh, she was always too selfless for her own good when it came to you, always taking the blame.

''Sevika,'' you begin, carefully putting your hands on top of hers. She flinches but doesn't pull away. ''We live in Zaun, bad things happen all the time.''

''But they shouldn't happen to you.'' She argues stubbornly, taking ahold of your fingers.

''I'm a grown woman, you can't protect me from everything. Pain is a part of life. And besides...'' you trail off, taking a deep breath as tears gather in your eyes. ''You leaving hurt a lot more than any beating ever could.''

Sevika's eyes widen at your words, her resolve cracking at the shakiness of your voice and the wetness in your eyes.

''Baby, I-'', she begins, but before she can utter an argument, you cut her off.

''No, Sev, just... come home. Please.'' you whisper, your tone on the verge of begging.

''I... this doesn't make sense without you and it's not fair to either of us. You promised me we'd work through everything together, jump over any hurdle that life throws at us. You can't just... up and leave as soon as we face a hurdle that's bigger than the ones before. We can go through anything together. There's no me without you and home isn't home if you're not there.''

You can see the gears turning in her head as she thinks your words over, her gaze peeled to your intertwined fingers.

''And what if someone tries to hurt you again?'' she whispers, more to herself than to you.

''You'll protect me.'' you reply without hesitation. ''And if not then you'll just have to patch me up and give me lots of kisses until I'm all better.''

''You always gotta have the answer to everything, huh?'' Sevika quips with a small grin, the quirk of her lips making her smile lines show.

''And you love me for it.''

''I do.'' she whispers, lifting one of your hands to her lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

''Let's head home. You've got lots of kisses left to give me.'' you remind her cheekily as you both stand up and prepare to head home.

''Anything for you, sweetling.''

...

''By the way, is that my sweater?''

''...it smells like you.''

''By Janna, I fucking love you, babe. You're too cute.''

''Love you too, Sev.''

A/N: whewww that turned out a lot lengthier than i planned! thank you for your request anon! this is the first piece i've written in a long while and english isn't my first language so i hope this wasn't too bad <3

[vroomvroomwee]

Spiteful Valentino being jealous of Vox and Alastor’s relationship, so he gradually starts to drug Vox with his venom, muddling his mindset and slowly driving him over to his side until Valentino completely ruins what Vox and Alastor had

With Vox's personality altered, he becomes aggressive, ten times more obsessive, his need for control is plummeting through the roof, he has to have cameras on Valentino at all times, he has to know where he is at every second of every day. Vox never lets him out of his sight. Too late, Valentino realizes he has forged his own cage. Eventually, he acknowledges what he's done, and he stops giving Vox the venom.

Or tries to.

Vox has become so addicted to his saliva that his entire personality and principles have been warped. He doesn't care about Valentino's comfort, he doesn't care that Valentino tells him no, he doesn't care when Valentino tells him to stop. He gets violent, his desperate, needy mind is only focused on one thing, and that's Valentino's poison. He's become dependant on it, quitting is not an option, and he'll do whatever it takes to get it. He's much more powerful than Valentino, something none of the previous people he drugged were, so trying to fight him off proves impossible.

In the span of a few months, Valentino's entire life is flipped. He never gets a moment of peace. Vox should have been another toy for him to play with, but instead, he becomes his stalker and overlord. If Vox's ambitious greed didn't need Valentino's resources and industry, he would probably have already locked him up somewhere. And even if he did manage to get away, there was no sanctuary he could go to, no place in the city Vox wouldn't be able to find him. He needs Vox just as much as Vox needs him.

With time, he learns to live with his mistakes. He learns to pose for and love the cameras. The man he had wanted was gone. He learns to manipulate Vox as best he could, learns the ropes he can pull to make his life easier. He accepts the monster of his own making. His own personal nightmare

Sad and complicated Radiostatic AND sad and complicated Staticmoth>>>>>>>

[gay-dorito-dust]

sub zero anon again 😼 Can I request something where Bihan is very possessive, maybe he gets jealous that Johnny Cage or someone else is flirting with you and you get fed up with bihans attitude about the situation (not w you but with johnny) so you end up just going home and when Bihan is bitching about it you kiss him to shut him up 🙏🏻 i got my inspo from the jealously prompts page LMAOO anyways you’re the best <3

‘Do you have a map, because I get lost in your eyes.’

Johnny’s voice was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard to Bi-Han. It caused him to react in a viscerally violent way that grew harder and harder for him to ignore the more the arrogant man sat across from him opened his mouth to speak; Especially so if the words that left said arrogant man’s mouth were unsolicited flirtatious quips directed towards you. Bi-Han wasn’t oblivious to your beauty and he couldn’t put an ounce of blame on you for merely existing, however he could and would put every ounce of blame on Johnny for interrupting what was meant to be a private moment meant for the both of you.

Bi-Han had been planning this for a long while now since being Grandmaster took up most -if not all- of his time, leaving the only times where you could be together was during at night and missions, which were never truly enough for him when you were seemingly the only person who could elevate the stress of being Grandmaster from his shoulders and grant him the opportunity to being vulnerable. For Bi-Han it acted as a way of saying thank you for putting up with him for as long as you had for he knew he wasn’t the most easiest of people, so for it all to be tarnished within a blink of an eye by the arrogant buffoon who was too acted as though he was god’s gift to humanity; Needless to say Bi-Han wasn’t the most pleased and he doesn’t bother to hide his displeasure either with how tightly he scrunched up his fists and how hard he clenched his jaw from under his mask. He even went as far as to keep his ice cold glare solely on him as a way to tell Johnny how he was overstaying his unwarranted welcome.

But either the man was stupid or was just that full of himself because not once did Johnny spare Bi-Han a single glance, nor cared to, as all his undivided attention was focused on you as he spouted and and all sorts of one liners that only prove useful in fuelling Bi-Han’s fire. And as much as you liked Johnny as a friend, he certainly had the upmost worst timing ever. Impromptu hangouts is what he liked to calls them but when you saw him enter Madame Bo’s the same time you and Bi-Han were just getting settled, you knew the worst was yet to come. You knew Johnny had a tendency to flirt with anything that moves and breaths and often times does so during the worst of times, but this must’ve possibly his worst one yet.

You knew how Bi-Han didn’t get along with Jonny so you could only imagine the amount of effort he was putting in to not reacting to anything that was being said, but you weren’t an idiot. You could see him silently seething from the corner of your eye as you went to place your hand on his knee for reassurance, only for him to jerk it away from you, leaving you to question his sudden attitude towards you when you’ve done nothing wrong the entire evening. You even shot him several questioning looks, all of which were blatantly ignored by Bi-Han as his lack of emotional control had lead to the air becoming frigid. You could start to see small quantities of ice beginning to form on the edges of the table, creeping inwards to your ceramic mugs of half drunk, lukewarm teas.

You nudged Bi-Han with you shoulder. ‘I thought the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was meant to set a precedence.’ You whispered. ‘You know Johnny is nothing more then a friend, and I know he kind of ruined our evening but that don’t mean you have to go this far just to get back at him.’

Bi-Han’s jaw twitched as the furrow of his brow deepened. ‘It’s truly an insult that you would believe that I would ever disgrace myself by stopping to his level. I’m merely warning him.’ He said sharply as the air grew even colder and the ice on the table had now rendered your tea undrinkable, much to your disappointment. You really liked that tea.

All of this didn’t seem to raise any warning signs within Johnny, who was oblivious to it all, which honestly baffled you at how he didn’t seem to acknowledge the change in the air, nor feel the ice that was threatening to encase the hand that was holding one of your own as his thumb gently caressed the skin there. All you wanted was a nice, easygoing evening, it was such a small thing to ask for but Bi-Han and Johnny were making things unnecessarily hard for you and now all you wanted to do was go home and head straight to bed to sleep this all off and hope that you have forgotten all about it the next day. ‘If being sexy is a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.’ Johnny said but before you could say anything in response, Bi-Han stood up abruptly, his eyes showing a man who’s reached his limit and so had you at this point as you tried to ease the oncoming headache to no avail as Bi-Han reached to grab Johnny by his expensive shirt.

‘Woah! Go easy on the merchandise dude, this shirt cost me a fortune.’ Johnny cried.

‘I have no care for your materialistic lifestyle Cage.’ Bi-Han spat venomously and that was about all you could take as you stood up from your chair and grabbing the cryomancer by the bicep, catching his eye for the first time that evening. ‘I don’t think Madame Bo would enjoy having to spend the rest of her evening clearing blood off of the floor and furniture now do you?’ You asked, taking the silence that greeted you as your answer as you again spoke pointedly, ‘We’re leaving. Now.’ Bi-Han knew it wouldn’t be wise to fight you once your mind was made up and he didn’t want to be even more on your bad side then he already was, and so he released Johnny unceremoniously as his body hit to the floor before following you out of the tea house without another word.

Back at the Lin Kuei wasn’t any better either as Bi-Han decided to make his thoughts known of how much he hated Johnny for not only ruining your evening that you’ll never get back, but also for blatantly flirting with you right in front of him. And at the rate he was going at, it only felt like the beginning of an extremely long night, and not in the sexy sense either.

‘Cage is an insufferable man child.’ He began. ‘Doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself nor does he have an ounce of respect within his entire body.’ You internally groan as all you wanted to do was sleep, but it was clear that Bi-Han wasn’t about to let this go as easily as you were, and you knew that Bi-Han had an unhealthy tendency to withhold grudges until his dying breath. But even then he’ll still be carrying those grudges like it was his life’s purpose. ‘Johnny was only flirting with me to get a rise out of you my love, which was why I was trying to stop you from doing something you’ll come to regret later on.’ You explained, walking over to Bi-Han and placing your hands on his face, watching with soft eyes at how he’d visibly relax and lean into your touch, reaching his hands up to place over you own as a way to keep you there.

You loved this man more than words could describe, but you swore there were days where he could drive you up the wall and yet you wouldn’t trade it for anything. ‘The fool could use today as a learning lesson as to not try to go after what’s rightfully mine.’ Bi-Han growled possessively, had it been any other night you would’ve found this shamelessly attractive but tonight wasn’t the night despite the warmth that flooded throughout your entire body. ‘I’m sure he’s learnt a very valuable lesson and would do better to think twice next time.’ You told Bi-Han as your thumbs stroked the cheeks of his now maskless face, taking time to ingrain each and every facet that made up his beautiful facial structure, something you very much liked to do every night before wandering off to sleep.

‘There won’t be a next time if Cage wishes to keep his life.’ Bi-Han replied, his hands, which had now traversed down to your waist, gripped you tightly as they -rather roughly- pulled you into him until you were flushed against him. You smirked as the fluttering feeling within you raged on. ‘How romantic of you my heart, but I think you’ve done enough talking for one day, so allow me to give your voice a rest and put your lips to work in the only way I that know we’ll both enjoy.’ You didn’t allow Bi-Han to speak afterwards as your lips were already descended upon his as your hands had moved to lounge comfortably over his shoulders, your eyes closed in heavenly bliss.

The evening might’ve not gone how either of you would’ve wanted but that’s what made the kiss more rewarding but what made it even more rewarding was when Bi-Han’s hands slipped down to your ass, giving them a good squeeze, as he then walked you towards the end of the bed, where you fell into the mattress with Bi-Han following shortly after; whilst actively making sure to support most his weight onto his forearms that caged you underneath him before reconnecting his lips with yours feverishly, as your needy hands grabbed ahold of him however you could.

Maybe it was one of those sexy nights after all.

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Ok we have to talk about the parallels of bill and gideon because I've seen no one do it and there's a lot. Like, gideon is to bill what stan is to Mable and Ford is to dipper. This parallel includes bill and ford's relationship compared to gideon and Mabel's because there are parallels. I will mention how this pertains to billford. This will be long. Book of bill spoilars obvously.

A couple ground rules I have screen shots but only from the parts uploaded to YouTube because I'm sick and not dealing with Disney pluss for this. 2 we're takeing the way this show uses parallels for granted and it's worth mentioning stan, Ford and bill are the bad ending for the pines and Mable dipper and gideon are the good end hence gideon getting redeemed and Ford haveing to suffer thinking stan was functionaly dead for like a few days or something. So yes they are diffrent and there diffreces are thematically important and intentionally nothing in this franchise is an accident and where working with that primis. Lastly, in the book of Bill, I'm assuming that pages from the journal are real and unaltered along with documents. The only thing I will take as true from bill in the book are things backed by other non bill sorces or the show witch I'll cite when we get there strap in.

Luts start easy

1)

Don't mind YouTube auto captions

I'll take over gravity falls and you'll rule with me

2

The outher pine punchs leading to a blue explosion and the thought that oh they might die they didn't.

3)

I couldn't find the one of bill holding them but you know the one

Ok time to get a little harder now

4)

Oh I've hit the photo limit becuse I'm on my phone and like I said I'm sick so I'm not moving but we all remember when gideon and Mable were like "opera glasses" in sync

At the beginning of their friendship, they both show their bonding into deeper feelings for each other by saying the same thing at the same time.

5)

Giddeon also blames dipper for Mable breaking up with him and bill blames stan for getting between him and Ford, also his plans in the book of Bill.

Ok I think that's enough evidence now let me tell you why this is important, starting with their timeliness.

1) villain becomes friends with pines.

2) villain offers pines everything they want (Mable clothes and glitter Ford knowledge of the univers)

3) villain trys to manipulate

4) the split

Mable eventually learns to reject gideon when he gets between her and dipper (by trying to kill him)

Ford at first is completely gungho about bills plan (yes at this point he still wants what bill is offering and gideon dint but he also dint have his sibling to talk him down and that's the point that Ford was vunerable without Stanly to protect him like dipper protected Mable by interfering). When Ford sees bills true nature he dose cut it off like Mable ( as far as wether or not ford is actually into bill romantically using this lens you can go both ways but it kind of dosnt matter. Either he didn't like bill and didn't see that he was uping the romance the way Mable dint see what gideon was doing at first. Or he did see and either willfully played along or was genuinely into the triangle becuase agin old pines are the bad ending that made bad choices. The old men's mistakes are to be learned from kids.)

5) villain react violently

When gidion trys to take Mable by force a thing gideon says bill explained to him (Bill told him to do the love cage same as in the book same as the pyramid in the show) dipper saves her becuse twins that stay together stay alive.

Ford gets solidly mind tortured for what I assume is a couple weeks in the book of bill. ( based on one of the postit note back and forward was every night that's about 6 days and there's about 6 days of mind shanigans recorded after I might have miss counted though) Ford FINALLY calls stan who saves him... by acidently pushing him through a portal, well it works.

6) villain is PISSED and ups the anti by trying to take over gravity falls (wow that's crazy it happend twice ).

7) they resync here villain says their favorite Pines is the love of their life we'll rule together over gravity falls (wether they like it or not)

8) the twin comes to save the villains favorite pines and they punch the shit out of the villain.

9 the pines learn a lesson of twins who stick together stay alive

Now for my point

So besides I think this is some killer writing. I am going to be anoying now becuse yes Bill haveing a fat crush on Ford is cannon and yeah I think that's a big deal because Alex made my queer coded villain king actually queer and that's just deeply cool. Alex set up a standard for what toxic men pursuing a unrequited relationship is and then had Bill do that that's not a acident and the doubling down in the book of bill adding more parallels than we already had from the show witch was alot makes this cristal clear. Now agin how Ford felt we can go back and forward about, but bill no that bitch gay sorry; our god Alex decreed it and there's nothing you can do about it. Thanks for reading K thanks Bye

Special thanks to my crazy girlfriend for editing this 😅 yes it was worse

[dyns33]

Without warning part 3

Not done yet with Frank and his soulmate !

Contrary to what he had imagined, Ghost had not killed him.

She could have if she had wanted to, no one could stop her with her powers, but she had left Frank alone with his remorse.

In all the scenarios he had imagined, there was no good ending. But he did not expect this one.

Probably because he had planned everything against Ghost based on the few things he had heard, but not with Y/N.

His sweet Y/N.

Sitting in the middle of his safehouse, Frank remembered all the moments spent with her, trying to determine if he could have seen this twist coming. But there was nothing.

If she had premeditated their meetings, Y/N had played the comedy well, and she had to bet on luck, because he could have not even noticed her. Each time, it was him who had approached her. No strange questions, no requests, no violent gestures. In his mind, Y/N was not an enemy.

On the other hand, he was for her now, with what he had done to Deadpool.

That was what happened when you made decisions with your heart, and not with your brain. Afraid of losing someone dear to him like he had lost his family, the Punisher had screwed up, pushing Y/N away and having Wilson captured.

Maybe the talkative mercenary had a complicated past, with many murders under his belt. Frank could repeat that he had had good reasons to eliminate his targets, they were not so different.

If he had been more patient, if he had asked for Micro's help, he could have verified that half of the crimes attributed to Deadpool were simple hypotheses, rumors. He had changed recently, since he had been in his red team with Murdock and the kid.

And damn, if Y/N trusted him, then he couldn't be all bad.

"Where's my brother ?!" she had screamed, pinning him against the wall, her eyes full of tears. "What did you do to him ?!"

"What ? Your brother ?"

"Where is he ?!"

"I don't know ! The secret service took care of it."

"… No." Y/N said with a broken voice, which was enough to freeze him in place. "No, not again."

She had disappeared, not insisting, probably knowing that the Punisher was not a liar. He knew nothing, he had destroyed everything and he had washed his hands of it.

Now he could sit there, convincing himself that she had lied to him, that he had done nothing wrong, to resume the course of his life as if he had never met Y/N. His soulmate. He should have known, he had never been happier with someone since Maria died.

He called Madani. It would probably be useless, but he tried, to make amends without making another victim. But she was not in charge of the Deadpool's case anymore.

Then he went to see Micro.

"Oh, you're in deep shit, real deep shit."

"Thanks. Can you find him ?"

"I'll try, but it won't be easy. I did some research on your Wilson, you know ? I was curious. He didn't have an easy life, with his father, the army, his cancer, the experiments, the death of his soulmate…. You two should start a club."

"… And Ghost ? Y/N… Do you know how they met ?"

"Hmm. Promise me not to destroy my stuff ?"

Frank only punched the wall, making his hand bleed, after Micro was finished.

There had been whispers about Project X when he was in the marines. The generals were fascinated as they were afraid, because mutant soldiers could be useful, but if they were on the wrong side, it would be a disaster.

What was not said was that the test subjects were not volunteers. Desperate, sick, poor, lonely people, who had been duped, found themselves prisoners in cages, tortured, lobotomized, then sold. And sometimes, there were also children.

"Subject 16. Arrived when she was ten years old, impossible to trace before. Tests for three years before there was a result, abilities to become invisible, pass through matter, like a ghost. Disappeared during the explosion of the New York lab. But… The name Y/N appears shortly after, false name, created by a man named Jack Hammer. You probably know him better under the name of Weasel, friend of our infamous Deadpool."

There were pictures. From when the little girl was in her cell, a control collar around her neck to stop her from running away, scared, skinny, bald. And pictures from after. With Wade.

Big brother Wade, who had taken her with him after destroying the lab, giving her a real childhood, with beautiful clothes, stuffed animals, everything so that she would display a magnificent radiant smile, with a normal life.

But when she became an adult, Y/N had wanted to follow him. She had never killed anyone, Deadpool was against it, but she accompanied him for simple missions, thefts, tailing, threats. So she had become Ghost.

"Shit… Shit, shit, shit !" Frank yelled, smashing his other hand against the concrete.

He had hated Ghost. Because she was no good. Because to meet her, he had to live through hell. Because her acquaintances were questionable. He had shot her without hesitation.

Y/N had been through hell too. She had come back from it, she had accepted his bullet, to give him a chance despite everything. Of course, she had not told him who she was, clearly suspicious at first, but they had become friends. More than friends.

It was carnage when Frank found Wilson, in a bunker on the other side of the country. No pity, even less when he saw him, boiled in a small box, with only his head intact if we forgot the sewn mouth.

"Aaaw, Frankie, I knew you loved me deep down !"

"Don't make me regret coming."

"Our love is impossible, dear Castle. I am much too handsome, brilliant and cool for you, sulking emo with your big guns. Nice rifle, new model ? It goes well with your eyes."

"I'm going to leave you in a ditch."

"Nah, you're a nice guy, I think, and you'll miss me too much."

He threw Deadpool in front of the blind old woman's house where he was squatting, ignoring his heartbreaking goodbyes screamed into the night.

Not once had they talked about Y/N in the car. Frank hadn't dared, he didn't think he had the right to.

This was the second time he had hurt his soulmate. He always hurt everyone… Shit, he was starting to sound like that stupid Red. Anyway, there was no point in moping around. He had ruined everything, he would never see her again.

"You saved him."

Or not.

Max barked happily, wagging his tail, not at all afraid to see Y/N appear in front of him, immediately demanding her attention. Without taking her eyes off Frank, she patted him on the head.

On the couch, he was staring at her too, relaxed, waiting to see what was going to happen. Whatever she decided to do, he wouldn't stop her.

"Why did you save him ?" she asked shyly.

"He didn't deserve that. You didn't either… I'm sorry."

Maybe that was why they were soulmates. They could understand each other's pain, but most of all she taught him the need to give a chance.

If Murdock found out, he would show his annoying smile, but if Deadpool hadn't been immortal, if Ghost couldn't dodge bullets, then he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. That didn't mean Red was right. But maybe sometimes he should not shoot, not in the head at least.

As if he were a frightened animal, Y/N came to sit down gently next to him.

"Wade wrote you a thank you poem."

"Hmm."

"I didn't think you'd help us. I know you don't like us very much."

"That's not… I got bad information. He's annoying, a real pain, but I don't hate you."

"You shot me. We exchanged sentences and you shot me."

"… Yeah. I'm an asshole."

Y/N nodded, looking at the ground. It was the end, he had apologized, they could go on their way now, move on.

When she took him in her arms, he was surprised for a second, before immediately grabbing her, gripping it tightly and hoping never to let go again.

They stayed like that, her crying silently, and him doing everything he could to hold back his tears.

But it wasn't sad. It wasn't goodbye, on the contrary.

That was certain when she placed a kiss on his cheek before disappearing again.

And even more certain when Wilson put an arm around him when he joined Team Red for a mission.

"I give you my blessing as the most awesome big brother in the universe, welcome to the family Frankie love. If you make my Y/N cry again, I'll cut you up like sashimi."

"Oh, you and Mrs. Ghost are together ?! So cool ! I'm happy for you, Mr. Punisher !"

"How do you know he's talking about Ghost ?"

"She's super nice, Mr. Devil ! We talk often, she… She found out my identity, after helping me, and since I was panicking, she told me her name to reassure me while she was healing me."

"… You were hurt ?"

"You knew Y/N was Ghost ?"

"Aaaw, that's sweet, my little Spidey and my little Ghosty are friends ! I should be sad that she didn't tell me anything, but she knows that I would have been jealous, while respecting the code of honor of the secret identity. Bro code ! I'm proud of her !"

"Since when did you know, kid ?!"

"I asked him not to say anything, don't be mad at him."

Red growled, continuing to jump every time Ghost spoke near him, reminding him that he was unable to detect her if she decided to be completely invisible. He quickly changed the subject to talk about the mission, but everyone had noticed.

Once the plan was explained, they split into two groups, Y/N with the kid and Wade, Frank with Daredevil.

But before jumping from the roof, and on each of the missions that followed, he felt ghost lips against his.

[xjulixred45x]

SatoSugu x Reader with past and Personalilty like Subaru Sakamaki

Genre: VERY LARGE Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: issues related to SEXUAL ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE AND ISOLATION (all to Reader's mother), mental problems, bad parenting, Reader's father, thanks to this reader has ANGER PROBLEMS and goes to the PSYCHOLOGIST, hurt with Comfort, Angst, Fluff . LONG POST.

You being born was a Curse itself. Thats what you thoug, thats what EVERYONE in your family thoug...thats what your own mother thoug. The woman that was suppose to love you more than anything, that would have to protect you...she despiste you.

O well, it was not always like that, you remeber growing up and heard the stories, how your mother was in her young, the "White rose" of all the clans, because she was the fairest of them all...she was beautifull. Was.

I mean, she was still frankly beautiful, even if she had to stay away from everyone to avoid killing everyone who crossed her path (or herself...), she still had a delicate and beautiful bearing, but you understood why they said she had "withered" or rather, you knew the cause.

YOU.

For started, your mother had a VERY bad temper even BEFORE all this happened, so when it DID happen, she went into a Big Bad downfall in her mentalhealth.

The moment you were born, your mother's already deplorable mind declined incredibly, becoming bipolar and unstable, violent and erratic, all because of YOUR fault.

You still remember that during your first years of life, it didn't use to be so bad, because you two could spend time together, especially at parties, where she would always keep you in sight.

But there was odd, horrible moments as well, where your mother lose all the control she have over herself and start screaming, crying,and she would say very, very hurtful things.

"You are an abomination."

I am dirty...

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!-"

"YOU--MONSTER!!!"

It took you a while to realize what was causing these erratic episodes in your mother, but once you did, it was very obvious.

YOUR FATHER.

your father had raped your mother to have you. for no particular reason other than to experiment with their ritual techniques.

It made you sick.

You started to justify your mother, because of course, she was obviously mean to you because she was only taking out her anger on someone (which happened to be you), and you ended up doing the same, you took out your anger on whoever made you the least bit angry.

It was the only form of all these emotions that you knew and that you had been "taught" after all.

and in a way you saw it as a kind of "bonding" with your mother.

and you thought that your mother also had disgust for him, hatred. and that's why you could empathize with her, love her even, as you two have the same loating for the same man.

But the realilty hit you like a truck...

When a certain party happens, you were still a little young, but you remember it vividly. You tried to protect your mother when your father came to see her, putting yourself between them.

and she slapped you... and left with him...

It was the last time you saw your mother outside. The next times would be inside a CAGE "tower" inside your clan's residence. You couldn't see her often though.

Her before "sometimes unestable but torerable behavior" went to "total bipolar and psicotic, Sucidal" behavior

You lost the count of all the times she instulted and degrade you just to pass to be a sobbing mess, begging you to leave her alone, then remember she hate being alone and then pleaded that you kill her.

You still got the knife even...

You also grew up in your own personal cage, but of repressed anger. No matter how much you tried to fight with your father or beg him to give you your mother back, he would just walk away with a smile on his face.

so you took out your anger in the only way you knew how, aggression. but eventually you realized that it wouldn't help you much.

You realised when you entered Jujustu Tech.

Thanks to your "family situation" the professor Yaga offer you(much like more that he make you) to go to Therapy. So your cursed energy would't be SO conflicted. And at the beggin, it was kind of funny.

Even though you went to therapy, you maintained a certain reputation as a "bad student" in many ways. You arrived late, your personalized uniform was torn and looked like that of a criminal, you kept your distance from your classmates (who were only 3), etc.

but your attempts to draw attention away from you ended up doing just the opposite.

More when you proved to be so hot-headed.

There they saw an opportunity for "possible connection" TO MEET WITH YOU.

Gojo was the first to make a move. He asked you for your name (since you hadn't even introduced yourself)

You REALLY didn't want to talk to him, but you said your name under your breath (progress?) and turned away from him.

Gojo was a little surprised by your grumpy attitude but didn't think much of it and started asking you questions (ignoring the fact that you barely answered half of them).

It took Geto longer to get closer, but he did when they had to do some work together and he realized that you're actually pretty good at SEVERAL subjects.

and in several of those subjects you were doing horrible academically.

He's not one to meddle in other people's lives, but he didn't want you to get in trouble for something you could CLEARLY do better.

so he took advantage of a break that you had in the classroom (which is strange because normally you just disappear and reappear to continue the class) and asked you if you were having any problem why you were doing so poorly in class (along with your other problems )

You just yelled at him to leave you alone and left the room, muttering something about how it was a bad idea to have made that contribution.

He ended up generating the opposite reaction to what he wanted.

Gojo makes fun of him a little, but as soon as he realized it was you, he had an idea.

From then on, both of them would be constantly behind you.

not in a creppy way, but in a "do your best!" way.

They would be constantly trying to encourage you to socialize, contribute more to assignments, improve your attendance, things like that.

Sure, from time to time they made fun of your angry nature, but as soon as they touched on a sensitive topic they didn't do it again.

Gojo was the one who took advantage of your anger the most, he couldn't help it! It's so funny for him to see you all sulking over something so small.

Geto found it somewhat funny, yes, although more in the sense that he saw you like a kitten, all fluffy, all angry, so cute~

They were also able to see beyond the "delinquent" layer that you had, you turned out to be someone more sensitive and sweet than they expected.

When you finally relaxed and allowed yourself to laugh with them (or at them), Suguru and Satoru could SWEAR that you were glowing with uncharacteristic joy, and one they couldn't get enough of.

although of course, you could have perfectly put out an eye of either of them. They realized very quickly when they touched on sensitive topics.

Like one time you swore a lot during a practice fight with Satoru, and he said "do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" and...GOD, you almost knocked him out and he almost left you because he was so shocked.

Suguru understood faster than Satoru that something about that conversation made you very angry, which pointed to your mother. so for now they decided not to bring it up unless you did.

On another occasion, while in Second Year, a first-year boy wanted to give you a congratulations gift for moving up a grade. What was it? WHITE ROSES.

You practically ripped the bouquet out of his hands, twisted it in every possible way (even if you hurt your hands), you turned them aside and stepped on them, but not before yelling that you HATED ROSES.

The boy was scared more than anything, which made you react and realize that you had made a horrible mistake to someone who was just being nice.

You apologized quickly and went to do what you knew how (get out your anger), but you only broke things, over and over again while you replayed everything in your head.

She was right about you.

She was right.

You're disgusting

you are STAINED

YOU ARE A MONST---

Satoru and Suguru had no problem reaching you, thanks to Gojo's 6 eyes and Geto's curses. What they DID have problems with was calming you down. Were you in some kind of rage episode...or panic? They didn't know how to say, just that you weren't well.

Gojo knew that you were angry and that you were going to therapy for it, but he didn't think it was THAT serious, he tried to keep a certain distance so as not to upset you more and Geto talked to distract you and calm you down slowly.

Little by little you became tired, both because of having broken so many things about the place where you were and the mental fatigue, along with the words of the two of them, helped you to calm down faster.

they didn't say anything or ask anything, it wasn't their place, you appreciated that, aside, even if you said it at the time, it wasn't a justification for acting like a jerk.

Eventually that year ended and summer arrived, it was by far the summer that you were least at home, you were no longer clinging to the idea of your mother or your hatred for your father, now you could...be a normal teenager.

They did more normal teenage things.

you went riding a bike, you went to watch basketball games, you went to the movies together, you practiced your techniques, you did stupid things...

It was the most at peace you had felt in a long time, being able to spend time with someone without any double meaning felt new.

so you decided at the end of the summer to tell them about your family.

You left a private meeting point, making it clear what you wanted to do, so that they understood how serious it was for you. and they did not give up.

They were unusually punctual. and they listened to everything you had to say, confirmed several things they had in mind, and were surprised by others.

although they undoubtedly felt empathy for you. Now MANY THINGS made sense. your attitude, your family, everything.

They really appreciated that you were THAT vulnerable with them specifically. and they kept your secret very well.

(I don't think they interacted with your father, but if they did in the past, if they saw that you didn't like him, they acted in a similar way, now it's the same thing, but ten times worse (:<)

In third year you were better than you had been in years honestly, sure, you were still hot-headed and impulsive, but you had made great progress with therapy and the support of your friends.

Speaking of, if your relationship with them becomes something more intimate, I think they would both be HELLBENT of you went to live or in the school dormitories or even one of their houses, simply the idea of you sleeping in the same house that your father gives them chills now.

They want to know your mother although they are afraid to say it, they have very mixed opinions of her, on the one hand they see her as another victim of your father who must receive psychological treatment....but on the other hand they cannot forgive that she has generated a large part of your self-esteem problems with his horrible words.

Ironically it's Suguru who has the hardest time controlling himself around your mother, for a man whose family is EVERYTHING, the mere idea that your own mother has damaged your mind so much...yeah, it's definitely not something simple.

I mean, Satoru has little filter, but he sees your mother much more like you, so it's not that difficult for him to endure an outburst from her.

If your father dies (bless God) and your mother starts to recover mentally, I can even see Gojo getting along with her, it makes her laugh. even Geto can take it more and see genuine regret for her treatment of you. so he forgives her more easily.

Even when they graduate, things keep getting better! They celebrate with you when you are discharged from therapy by going to eat at your favorite place, also taking the children (Megumi, Tsumiki, Mimiko and Nanako) and generally having a good time together.

If by chance your father is still alive, they are definitely burning all the letters or emails that come from him :)

a lot of👏flattery👏in itself they are flattering with a normal s/o, but knowing how poorly you think of yourself? NO SIR, NOT ON THEIR WATCH.

Gojo further shows his support by giving you some expensive gifts that he knows you'll like (which shows that he's been listening and paying attention to you), apart from him being very clingy, but since you're not that used to that, it honestly breaks his heart, so He tries to fix it little by little.

First small things like holding hands, then holding onto his arm, his arm and your waist, etc.

He still likes to make you angry, but the ones like "awww you look so cute when you're irritated" are better than making you really angry.

Geto is chillier, and his love language is based more on acts of service and words of affirmation, he knows how bad a bad emotional experience can leave you (and in your case it persisted until your adolescence) so he tries to Overcome all those LIES bad ideas in your head and replace them with good things.

He helps you with the housework and is the one you go on missions with the most (Satoru is almost always busy) so he tries to protect you as much as he can, even if he knows you don't need it, he thinks it's good that you know that NOW if you have someone to take care of you.

surprise surprise, their main nickname for you is Kitty. according to them the perfect nickname.

"It's soft, fluffy, it looks like it's going to kill you (and it could) but it's a cutie!" -Gojo, probably.

I can see them being more emotionally vulnerable with you, especially if you have had your episodes of suicidal tendencies, they make sure to let you know that they love you through small gestures, more obvious gestures, establishing limits, everything so that the relationship is healthy and you can tell them what you happens.

(You can be sure that they themselves destroyed the knife that your mother gave you, the mere idea that you had it was terrifying)

both of them have definitely given you anti-stress dolls that 1-or have helped you a lot or 2- have ended up shattered by your first outburst of anger. but you always tried to sew it up so as not to ruin it.

Gojo offered a couple of times to train with you and take out your frustrations with it, but it really didn't feel very good to continue using violence as a source of comfort (more so against either of them). so they started looking for hobbies together.

You sleep a lot, too much, maybe it's a product of all the repeated mental fatigue, but at least thanks to this Geto always makes sure to have extra blankets within reach.

He's a little worried, yes, but at the same time he can't deny that it's relaxing in a way to take a nap with you and see you so calm and at peace.

When Gojo joins, it become's a Cuddle Puddle™

As long as it doesn't harm your health, they tolerate it, they themselves don't sleep much, so they are happy that you have better habits than them)

(Since Geto is not corrupted here, his parents are alive) Geto's parents practically adore you. and when you visited them for the first time and they treated you so familiarly and lovingly, you cried.

You like the Gojo Clan, they spoil you a lot, they aren't as affectionate, but they are definitely MUCH friendlier than your paternal family.

The higher-ups tolerate you, they know they shouldn't mess with you, although I definitely think they would take some action against your mother/father.

Honestly there's not much to do anymore.

There are times when you have to end up just like your mother, that one day you will lose yourself and end up like her... it terrifies you. On those types of days they both wrap you in a blanket (like sushi), make your favorite food and generally let you do whatever you want to do (watch movies, talk, play something, etc.).

It is worth knowing that they are there.

Although of course, if your concern arises more from someone (or more specifically, YOUR FATHER) doing something to you that leaves you in that state, they will do the same, only they will hold your face and tell you directly, looking into your eyes , that they would NEVER, EVER, let something like this happen to you as long as they live, EVER.

which is quite surprising, seeing them this serious and even somewhat...off guard, they never thought about that possibility until you brought it to the table.

but in any case it only validates his points about certain things.

(Is it still too late to annihilate your father?)

In general, they are more understanding of you because of your turbulent background but also more patient and willing to be vulnerable to show that they are serious about you. who love you

and above all, they will help you face demons both from the outside world and from the inside.

Thank you for reading ❤️

[iamthejam]

i need to rant about sam right quick.... more specifically the whole demon blood era cause OH MY GOSH.

 sam thought he was doing the right thing yet everything warned him against it: dean, bobby, catiel, angels, HIMSELF, yet his mindset was if he kept a level head he could keep going, but how can you tell if youre going insane?? youre not gonna be like "hey myself, yeah this is totally wrong." sam knew he was helping people. HOW could you stop helping people, doing your job??? he had so much trust in ruby, which saddens me HOW much trust. dean was dead. he wasnt coming back. how is sam supposed to cope with that normally?? the only person he loved more than anything, the person he'd been through everything with, the person that was the thing only grounding him in the insane life they live in. with that gone how are you supposed to go on? well after doing quite literally everything he thought of trying to get dean back, he had no hope. but he needed something to take the place of dean, which ruby had taken the chance in sams weakened state and slipped in. now tell me how sam wasnt going to trust her?? he was blinded, to everything. he did the one thing he knew to do: save people. when someone tells you can save more people, wouldnt you take the opportunity?? sam did.

like i said earlier, he was blinded, so he really couldnt see he was slowly turning himself into something he promised himself he wouldnt, all he saw was the people he saved. when dean finally came back he didnt stop, i mean why would he? he kept going, and going and going, at this point he had almost completely lost himself. it didnt matter that he had dean, he had already come to reality that dean was gone.

now DONT GET ME STARTED ON DEAN FINDING OUT. how could dean not freak? now its deans turn to come to reality: his little brother is addicted to demon blood. what? his sammy?? no, no his sammy wouldnt do that... right? i mean he would see that ruby is no good. right? he would see past the people he was saving and know he was turning himself into a freak. right!?! no. it wasnt his sam. now what is dean supposed to do? it obviously wasnt his brother, his brother wouldnt do that.

so he and bobby did what they thought was the best attempt to help him: cage him. like a violent animal, which was what sam was slowly becoming. 

now if you think that was hard for dean to do, think about sam. sam was being thrown into a panic room because his family thought he was a freak. he was helping people why couldnt they see that? and why couldnt sam see he was losing himself? everybody thought they knew what was best. they thought was right. 

i just cant see. how are you supposed to cage your brother without even talking? how are you supposed to think drinking demon blood was for the greater? i cant see a right here.

when sam was in the bunker room the demon blood threw the last punches it could. it made sam hallucinate, it made him think mary was on his side, that dean and bobby were only scared of his power, it made his younger self talk him down, it made dean say nasty things. it threw him around the room like a rag doll. it made him believe allister was torturing him in the worst ways possible. all this happened as he screamed and screamed; no one came. the people he loved left him to die it felt like.

so when he got free why wouldnt he run as far as he could? as far away from bobby and dean as he could get, mentally and physically.

[ladystoneboobs]

"So long as Theon Greyjoy sits in your father's seat with your brothers' blood on his hands, these other foes must wait," Catelyn told her son. "Your first duty is to defend your own people, win back Winterfell, and hang Theon in a crow's cage to die slowly. Or else put off that crown for good, Robb, for men will know that you are no true king at all." From the way Robb looked at her, she could tell that it had been a long while since anyone had dared speak to him so bluntly. -Catelyn II, aSoS

no, but the way that even in asos post-jaime release, catelyn's still the only one who can speak to robb so bluntly, with no pushback from him here (only a hint of defensiveness, but no assertion of kingly authority), but only bc she's urging him onto violent vengeance befitting a warrior king. the detoriation of their relationship had a lot to do with him being crowned and the reverse in power dynamics, but there was also a shift in messaging from catelyn. when they first reunited after ned's arrest, she wasn't happy about him leading the army but agreed it was too late to turn back, and furthermore, more importantly agreed that they had to go to war regardless as the only way to save their family, bluntly telling him victory on the field was the only way to do that and that if he lost they'd all die. afterwards, once ned was beyond rescue, she changed her tune to talk of peace to save her daughters. being a woman is not too much a dealbreaker in itself for robb or most of his vassals (see mormont women fighting in all robb's battles) but acting too soft, too much like a worried mother, and later treating the king himself as still a child to be protected, that's just going too far. a warzone is no place for a woman who can't fight and worse, can't even be gung-ho enough to support all her son's violence while worrying about the danger he's in and the plight of her other children.

"kings aren't supposed to have mothers" is a sword that cuts both ways against mother and royal teen son. a boy who comes into power at 15 is only a year away from westerosi coming of age, "almost a man grown", and so must prove his manhood accordingly from the start. a boy of that age should become a man upon his father's death, so a surviving parent still treating him as their child is surplus to requirements. more convenient if she could be politically dead too, fading into the background and not asserting herself too much as a mother to the teen ruler. by the standards of their society, not only is he ranked above her once coming into power but it's his job to protect her as manly head of the family, certainly not the other way around. by the time of asos, robb is officially a man grown at 16, but has also made his own softhearted mistakes. first, by releasing his buddy theon no strings attached (a choice i doubt those lords who fought against balon's first rebellion liked any more than catelyn did), and then, compounding the original theon-related mistake, marrying jeyne westerling at the cost of his military cause after falling into her bed in his grief over theon's alleged murders of bran and rickon. he can publicly pardon his mother's release of jaime as a magnanimous king understanding a mother's womanly softness, but has all the more reason to assert his own manly strength once again. that prick lord karstark was the only one actually expecting the king to punish his own mother for treason, but most of the other lords, like the greatjon umber, could only forgive her in a patronizing way. "It was a mother's folly. Women are made that way." surely, they'd all think she had just proved they were right to dismiss her talk of peace before the greatjon made robb king, and surely they'd believe she'd fully proven she was not fit to be a trusted adviser after ned's death. what kind of weak mama's boy would still listen to a hysterical, grieving mother who cared more about her children's safety than winning the war? after making his own unwise choices driven by love, robb could not be contaminated by catelyn's. the king who lost the north had to lose his mother at his side too to compensate. kill the always respectful son looking to his mother for answers to let the king be born, or something.

[moon-m4n]

The casino must have gotten the wrong order. They love owning well behaved harpys to show off and entertain guests but the newest arrival has been anything but we'll behaved. He violently throws fits anytime anyone gets near him. He already killed his first care taker and will do so again. So why did the casino chose you of all people to work with the bird? Well the way the other harpys took to you they assumed this one might take mercy and let you close enough to train him for the floor work.

So here you are standing at the entrance to a murderous peacock's cage. The only thing keeping you safe is the door you now have to open. At least your bosses had the curtsy to have you bring him food so he might not focus on you at first. OK, deep breath and... the door creaks ominously as it slides open. The room is filled with foliage where this large birdman may be able to hide. It would be breathtaking if your fear wasn't in the front of your mind. Even in this tiny room you can tell he is not a safe creature, scratches on the walls and door make that obvious. Deep and ingrained in the metal layers. You rush in wanting to avoid letting him out. If anyone was going to die to day it was only going to be you.

The second the door closed everything seemed to become silent nothing made a sound and no creature showed it's self. You make an effort to blend into the door but just standing there was getting you no where. So you call out in a meak voice. "Excuse me. I have some food if you would like it?"

Was this human crazy. Just 2 days ago I crushed that guy who kept coming in to bother me and now this one just walks right in. I wish this creatures would just leave me alone.

Eliclips had been trying to think of a way out when this odd person barged in. He hated being interrupted and hated being here even more. This company had bought him recently after another incident happen and then got upset when he happened to not be the friendliest bird. The last guy made it clear he was going to bother eclipse every chance he got until he would submit to being a show pony. He nipped that one in the bud as soon as he realized how annoying he was. This new one looked to be the same story exept they seemed to be more calm and little scared. Just the way he likes em. Eclipse finds himself staring at this intruder with intrigue. They stand there nervously looking about. Looking for him. Well he better go introduce himself then. He slinks out of the bushes standing tall and stalking over with little grace. In the moment they can see him their eyes are glued to him and for once he actually likes the attention. He want to have you look at him all the time. Finally making it to the food cart they are using as a barrier, fear creeps into there eyes and for a moment eclipse is ashamed of being the one to do that to them. Just a moment before he reaches out and places his clawed hand on their shoulder. They look panicked. And start trying to explain themselves. He loves the sound of their voice, even panicked. He steps around their cart sheild and leans down to them carefully to not make them run. "I like you" The air freezes and they stop all their pleas for mercy and just stare up at him with a slack jaw. He leans even closer and wraps his hand around their neck not tight just enough to be close, and he slinks around them to hold them from behind clinging like a molted feather would. He wraps his other arm around their waist and pulls them close.

Started writing this after I saw the Harpy eclipse drawing for the blood and feathers au. By @missterious-figure

I don't write much so have mercy. (Actually one of my first public fic post) Enjoy as much as I enjoy this au!!

additional info I just drew the drawing today cuz I really want to have some fan art as the cover for this. I postponed this just to draw that.

[ampleappleamble]

pillars of eternity ask, 13, 20, and 22 <3

13. how does your watcher relate to their culture?

answered!

20. what is your watcher's family life like?

Axa had an unusually small family compared to the rest of her community. this is largely due to her parents' own family situations growing up: her mother was born a slave in Readceras and escaped to Ixamitl totally alone as an adolescent, while her father was the son of a respected warrior in his remote village who had rejected his father's attempts at strongarming him into following in his footsteps by running away from home, traveling across the continent alone, and becoming a cartographer in a city built around a bustling lore college. unfortunately, their family only ever shrunk again after Axa's younger brother Tico was born. an Avian godlike, his birth rendered their mother infertile, putting a very abrupt end to her dream of having a large family with lots of children. she became bitter, and her demeanor drove her husband to working more and more, spending longer and longer amounts of time away from home. finally he promised to do one last big job and then he'd accept a job in the lore college his daughter would be starting at next year, allowing him to stay closer to home and family. instead, he vanished without a trace while out on that last job, leaving Axa's mother the sole caretaker and earner for their little household. an artisan by trade, Axa's mother had little choice but to resort to plucking her godlike son's feathers to use in her totems and amulets, making her stock stand out against her competitors' but sowing resentment in her children. Axa loves and misses her father, having been closer to him than to her mother, but she can't help but wonder if instead of meeting some terrible fate he just... got tired of it all and left them to start a new life. he'd done it before, after all. she loves her mother, but is infuriated by her quickness to judge and her flimsy excuses for her own bad behavior. she loves her little brother Tico (his full traditional Ixamitec name translates to Brave Little Bird Hops Out of His Cage) but wishes he'd stand up for himself more against their mother. Tico is a conscientious young man who insists on staying with their mother as he's the only family she has left and he feels she needs him. while she only visited her mother once between Pillars 1 and Deadfire, Axa loves to have Tico come and visit her every now and then– he adores his adopted niece Vela, and he was halfway through a trip back to Caed Nua from Dyrford with her when Eothas rose. as a mother herself, Axa is... not exactly neglectful toward Vela, but definitely not as engaged and present as she really ought to be. mostly it's due to her fear of fucking up as a parent the way her own parents did, but she also acknowledges that she leads a rather intense and violent life and she doesn't want Vela accidentally getting hurt. their relationship is pretty poor after she returns home from training in the Vailian Republics, gets a little better after a long visit from Uncle Birdy (Tico), then it really improves during Deadfire with Vela on board her ship. by the time Axa gives birth to Teo, she and Vela are very close. as a wife, Axa is fiercely loyal, intensely proud and supportive of her husband, and seldom goes where her Aloth cannot follow. (their Thing with Vatnir is enthusiastically agreed upon by all three parties)

Vaargys didn't have a family growing up. he barely even had a clan: his biological father was the clan's elderly priest who had sworn himself to celibacy so that he would remain pure from the seductive lies of Berath's Wheel by interacting with the cycle of life and death as little as possible, which included refusing to induce a soul's reincarnation by way of fathering any children that might receive that soul. Vaargys' biological mother was the priest's young acolyte, a woman barely out of girlhood who sought to become a priest so she could take the vow of celibacy too, to avoid her fate of having to become a clan mother someday as the thought of pregnancy and childbirth terrified and disgusted her. in the end, the old priest broke his vow and cruelly manipulated his acolyte into a single forbidden tryst with him. of course she got pregnant from it and died in childbirth, and as it was honestly pretty obvious what had happened, their child was forsaken by the whole clan as a portent of doom. Vaargys was a symbol of their priest's lack of discipline and true piety, proof that he was unfit to lead and that the clan was destined to perish. he was fed and clothed and educated like the other children, but he was not cherished as a child of the clan. he was not allowed to sing their epics nor to attend religious rituals and rites, no one shared anything with him unbidden and even when they had no choice but to include him they did so with reluctance and stinginess. it didn't take him long to put two and two together as a child when he realized that out of the entire clan, only he and the old priest had the exact same golden-yellow eyes, but he never saw the point in confronting the old man, and the old priest avoided his misbegotten son like a bad memory, having said maybe ten words to the boy before his eventual death in Vaargys' young adulthood. it's worth noting that his mother, who he'd never met, did appear to him in the first vision he ever had, urging him to seek the path of the Eyeless Face. he obeyed, because as he says, "one ought always take advice from one's mother's ghost, ja? that's just common sense." Vaargys took Vela under his benevolent wing partially out of an emotional camaraderie he felt with the poor orphaned babe, and as her papa he absolutely spoils her rotten, lavishing her with gifts and cooing lovingly at her in Ordhjóma (which he never actually taught her.) she's annoyed by his overly effusive affection sometimes, and she certainly knows how to use him to get what she wants, but overall Vela is a good-hearted child who doesn't abuse the considerable power she has over her adoptive father. usually.

22. what has your watcher been doing between poe1 and poe2?

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[badpersonboogie]

☕️ anon here, and splice au?

I think the best (and spicy) is going to be going with season one Jayce x viktor x season two Jayce.

(Also i going to be a little self indulgent, as Jayce isn’t going to get murdered by the Spliced! Feral Talis)

————— ✨separating my comments on things to my ideas, because it doesn’t flow well when it isn’t separated and it feels weird and choppy✨—————

Jayce wasn’t sure how to feel about the creation singed made using animals, Jayce and viktor DNA. it was tall, even towering over Jayce without any problem, hairy and hunched. One of the dna was of a hunting dog of some kind, which in the being was easily identified as if viktor leaves the creature for a moment, it will start a garbled high pitched whining. It had weird markings too, up the left leg and covering its back too. It was iridescent white, sometimes different colors of viewed right, and the hair the covering it was the same iridescent white.

Maybe he and viktor did do something wrong when they had sex somewhere the creature could see, maybe that was why it has become more violent than what it originally thought to be.

It isn’t exactly friendly to anyone besides viktor, and sometimes to Jayce himself if he was lucky (he doesn’t want think what the long look at his crotch would mean, or the more labored breathing it does when looking at him. Jayce refuses to let his thoughts wonder about it and what it means, for his own sanity). It tried to kill singed after he tried to limit its exposure to viktor, nearly breaking the solid steal rods if its enclosure to get at him.

It made Jayce nervous, it was prone to violent outbursts when viktor wasn’t nearby, or the following gaze it gave Jayce that makes his skin crawl. It bites, scratches and bruises those who aren’t viktor, growling and snarling as it does so, trying to kill people who came near. Jayce never took a step into the metal enclosure, even when it reaches out to Jayce and makes a beckoning motion, he was to scared of it to even consider flowing when it appeared to want him in its cage.

So when it escaped, the alarms blaring in Jayce’s ears, and viktor couldn’t be found anywhere… Jayce panics, badly. He rushes around the building, finding the dead bodies of guards and scientists littered the hallways. He follows the blood bath to the creature on accident, on top of viktor and almost in him. Viktor panic eyes was enough for Jayce to spur to act and kill, only for it not be enough as it was much stronger and pined him to the ground. its hand around Jayce throat and it was purring against Viktor throat as it fucks his husband, deep and hard that makes viktor keen and unable to hold back.

Jayce past out from lack of air, but not before he sees manic eyes turn and look at him, with that same labored breath.

(Also the labored breath thing always happen around viktor and Jayce)

(was thinking of s1!jayce being like yeah, experiment using my dna, fuck yeah. then the crature gets bigger and is super attached to viktor and uh oh, jayce has a bad feeling about this now but the creature is too big and viktor too attached to handle any of this discretely)

viktor treating the creature with such gentleness and care (does he even know that jayce made the creature with his dna?) (viktor notices that the creature has a mole on its neck during bathtime and kater realizes that its black hair is this dark brown in some lights, that must be the other half of his dna showing, viktor thinks) he doesn't like this but he can't and will not leave the creature to the mercy of singed and jayce.

and jayce doesn't like how close viktor is to the creature, does viktor have to hold its hand and comb its hair? to speak to it quietly and softly and let it sleep with its head on his lap? (jayce being jealous because this experiment has driven a wedge between viktor and viktor is gentle to the creature in a way he's never been gentle to him)

(the creature having both mommy and daddy issues would be crazy)

[nightfastthedecepticon]

part two of Nightfast backstory

After they were transferred to Prometheus Black buildings And conducted experiments on them..The experiments were hideous, graphic, violent and illegal Where they did not show any kind of mercy to them just to please one person..Prometheus Black

Angel they saw she's kind of a fast movers and she can see very well even the small details just like the birds.

so they did it. The experiments were turning her into a mutant bird where they mix between The eagle and the owl are strong flyers and have the qualities required for it.

And in addition to the pellet of her body in order to carry an air airline, and also eyes and internal retinas were modified to now she can see through anything..the The only flaw is only that she can see from one layer only.

and they made her able to grow wings from her back or from anywhere, as much as she wanted and anywhere that what make her look like an angel all that happens to her yet she still kind and soft with everyone she was their favorite.

but.. from Maria things change She was violent with everyone, aggressive, nervous, and could not predict her movements or even control her. She was always stubborn and screaming at everyone Her hatred for everyone was clear as she took out all her anger and sadness on everyone and the situation became so dangerous.

There were strict orders to deal with her carefully because she could attack, as one day, an employee was given the task of injecting her with a needle, but she got out of control and attacked him forcefully hitting his face hard and broke his nose with her bare hand.

She was then transferred to a safer room with tighter security Prometheus Black saw in her the spark and the strength so he had the idea to trun her into wolf and cat Being a fierce and strong wolf, in addition to being a cat, having sharp eyes and intelligence as well plus the able to see in the dark.

Some operations were performed on her, but they all failed because her body was almost weak due to violence and lack of food when she was with her family...one of those experiments caused her to vomit a severe black liquid and grow a tail. Despite this, the tail did not have fur or have any kind of tail-looking, but rather it was a thin black tail, and at its end with a sharp, black, shiny blade,with her back became edged with black edges along the spine.

And with sharp horns, allthough it was supposed to be something absolutely different, it turned out that there was a problem with the needle and the whole experiments, where there was more than one animal and creature were mistakenly combined, which led to this horrific shape for her where they mix it with A poisonous spider, a wolf, a cat, and a goat and a bat are all very different.and trust me, her appearance was horrific and frightening, but I do not know how to explain it in detail..

from the pain she shrink as her body was incoherent and shaking as if something was coming out before suddenly her rib cage bone came out of her chest as blood came out of there in a horrific way but then those bones started to get longer and sharp yet none of her organs fell out even though her chest was completely exposed despite this it started around her sides forming long and sharp fins where it's become long and hit the tip on the ground and lifted her from there like a spider before she attacked the doctor with hunger and hatred and threw him on the wall and attacked him and ate him in a horrible way and starved from hunger because they had not fed her from a while

She escaped from the room and actually ran in the corridors of the place in an attempt to get out and escape but her path ended with her entering a strange room in which there was a huge device, so she approached it and accidentally touched it, which caused her to receive a strong electric shock and lose consciousness and pass out.

But instead of her being almost hurt, this electricity had different waves and a different reaction in her body, and since she actually had other scientific materials inside her from the injections, this electricity reacted differently, as it became part of her body.

Prometheus Black saw that change and well he change has mind and start on her as a new test subject She was trained on this new power and also examined, and reinforcements for her weak body as so they notice that her power is strongly connected to her feelings, heartbeat and lung, so she was trained and also subjected to more experiments and torture to be devoid of feelings and to be in control of herself, as she is very emotional compared to the rest, sensitive and nervous.

Because of all this, she had many physical and mentally effects, as she developed a split personality and frequent hallucinations, in addition to heart problems and random heart attack, frequent breathing problems, and a psychopathic personality.

as she been negging by him which really leds her to believe that she's not enough for everyone and not even fit or perfect for anything and leds her to think if she got better maybe he will be Treat better or maybe it would be better to set her free.. This is what he wanted her to think in order to control her more.

and plus kluver bucy syndrome after all what happens in her past and besides the mentally and physical torture she became to see everything clam and usual.

with the of course PTSD of her past with her father and she couldn't skip the sight of the bullet in her mother she always remember it as it's was yesterday and not mention how he treatment her so badly and of course.. what happens in the basement...

and of course for more loyalty from her he isolation her entirely from everyone expected him of course but it's didn't really works since she got hatred and malice inside her and she was only doing what was ordered so that her body would not be beaten and besides that he tells her that her step Siblings are already dead..absolutely a big lie

After a few years, and I mean many years, she grew up in his hands and became a tool... a deadly weapon without any kind of feelings... a rigid woman used only to kill the failed experiments... or anyone whose name comes out of Prometheus Black lips..One day she left her prison without anyone's permission and she was wandering around the place.. She was really disappointed in her hope that she could get out so she just contented herself with wandering around

and all those years and she never saw her step Siblings..to the point she thought they are dead until one day she proved herself..

absolutely wrong..her... her step brothers and step sister were dragged into the alley, Alex was cursing and struggling in their hands while trying to get out, while Angel was crying and begging them.. Since they were also unsuccessful experiments, they were going to get rid of them.. And I don't mean throwing them in the street.. You know what I mean, kill them and get rid of them

and at this point she had a breakdown and attack them and save her Siblings as she was panting both from surprise and the tight chest that start on her from panic

before then the The guards started chasing them and indeed they all started running except for Maria, who started using her powers to kill everyone in her path and was completely out of control from anger.

Indeed, because of this, there was electricity that was circulating in the air around her.as if she was a large, moving electricity to the point that she exploded the wall of the building and set fire in the place. In addition, her size began to increase due to the electricity interacting with her so she got bigger then the last time((forgot to mention once she got that power she was double the size of any normal human))

But at this time, the guards intervened and tied a metal collar around her neck, and a powerful vibration was sent that made her weak, and they already catch both Angel and Alex which made her really anger and out of control Which made her brake the collars with difficulty and killed everyone. The Sibling tried to calm her down, but she attacked them like a savior monster, causing a big scratch on Angel's back and another scratch on Alex's right forearm, but then she snapped out of that

To cry in complete silence with wide eyes and hands full of blood and in that moment she realized that she was no longer her old self..she was now just a monster...nothing then a freak.. the other guards pounced and grabbed both alex and angel with Prometheus Black stand in the back with surprise exertion while she..stood there in panic before..leaving them and started running away from the wall that she broke escaping to the forest leaving her brothers at the hands of Prometheus Black..

To be continued..

thanks for reading l hope you enjoyed it and get existing to see he next part^^ if you didn't see the frist here it is Nightfast backstroy part 1!